2025-07-11, 04:50 PM
Mr. Right
Here I present you my very first story. I'm curious to see how you like it and look forward to lots of feedback. Enjoy reading!
Nick
The sun shone through the window and drew a glittering path on the bedspread. I lay in his strong arms and enjoyed his closeness and warmth. How quietly he lay there, how slowly and evenly his breath came.
I didn't dare to move for fear of waking him. Instead, I let my eyes glide over our naked bodies, as far as the blanket allowed me to see. We lay entwined on my large bed.
His skin was almost as tanned as mine and his dark hair was at least as disheveled as mine. It had been absolutely amazing – so intimate and heartfelt, so beautiful. I would never have dreamt of it. At the beginning, I hadn't even realized my inclinations.
When I turned sixteen and my best friend at the time brought his new girlfriend to my birthday, I felt something like jealousy rising up in me for the first time. Ray had often had a girlfriend, but I had never had to watch him court.
I suppressed the thought of jealousy, but reacted permanently irritated to Ray's new flame. Whereupon he decided that I also needed a girlfriend. After all, I hadn't had one up to that point and never felt like I needed one.
Especially not those butterflies in my stomach. So what else could I do but give in to Ray's urging?
I can still hear him saying, “My girlfriend has a friend who's totally into you.”
So the said friend, I can't and don't want to remember her name, was invited to a joint video night. I dreaded that evening and of course it came faster than expected.
It hurt a lot to see my best friend wildly smooching with his flame, but the worst thing was that said friend was getting into my pants. I urgently needed fresh air and just ran out.
Later, I told Ray as an excuse that she was not my type, which he actually believed. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. It wasn't until a year later, when I was still single and had to listen to stupid comments and remarks, that I was sure.
I wasn't exactly ugly and women definitely liked my sky-blue eyes. Ray and I started arguing. In the heat of the moment, he said something like that I must be gay since I didn't even like the hottest woman in town. I looked at him in horror, but he was right!
But the worst thing was that I was in love with him. But I couldn't possibly tell him that now. After this big fight, it wasn't the same between us as it used to be, and when Ray wanted to move away a few weeks later because he had gotten an apprenticeship elsewhere, I confessed my love to him out of desperation.
At first he laughed. Then he realized how serious I was and said that he would have always protected me if the others had said something like that. He left. He left without saying another word.
I had known him since we were both in the sandbox and I couldn't understand his reaction. It hurt a lot. I knew that he wouldn't return my love, but I didn't expect him to end our friendship. Even if he did it silently.
Ray should have shouted or sworn at me. That would have been much easier. So I decided to come out to my big sister. She had already guessed and consoled me about Ray.
“The right one will come along sooner or later. Or many rights?” she joked.
On my eighteenth birthday, I came out to my parents. My father went completely crazy, screamed at me and threw me out. My mother didn't say a word, as always, she was submissive to my father.
That same evening, I went to my sister's. We had both expected that it would turn out this way and my sister had promised me that I could stay with her for a while.
From then on, things should get better. My sister stood behind me and tried to get me an apprenticeship and a one-room apartment. That was the beginning of my new life. I quickly found a connection.
My neighbor Sven introduced me to his friends. I took a particular shine to Jessy, who everyone called JJ. I'll never forget our first night together after we met. We snuggled up on the balcony, wrapped in a thick blanket, and talked all night long.
When breakfast was served in the flat share at ten o'clock, we were glad to be able to warm up with a coffee. JJ was the first person to whom I openly said that I was gay too. It was only when I realized how relaxed things were here that I was able to come out without fear.
I think JJ and I agreed early on that we belonged together, but we wanted to get to know each other first. We spent most of our free time together, and even some of our non-free time together. How often did I go to JJ's when he had to work and sip on a drink all evening, since something like that can also be quite expensive.
After a while, as a regular guest, I was allowed to enter for free. And now, after four months of flirting, teasing and fooling around, we were finally together. Of course, we didn't want to wait to have sex. I didn't regret that we did it right away. It was beautiful!
Jessy
The sun was shining a little through the window. It was still early, but already light. When I looked to the side, my hazel eyes met a blue sea in which I sank. I remembered, as if in a trance, last night.
We were alone for once. Nick and I. I had the night off and he already had the weekend off. For weeks it had been on the tip of my tongue: “I like you. I love you.” What's the best way to say something like that?
Normally, it should be easy for me, given my experience. I had my first time at fourteen. Even though I wasn't particularly proud of the fact that it happened so early. I only knew him fleetingly, and knew only his name and that he was gay, but that was enough.
Sammy. My first. Seventeen years old. He was in the graduating class at the school and took advantage of my gullibility. I couldn't even say that it was good, we just did it. Or rather, he did it and I just held still.
It was quick. He ignored me afterwards, pretended he didn't know me. Sammy graduated just a few weeks later and I never saw him again, which was probably for the best.
I cried on my mother's shoulder, who raised me alone and has been my best friend to this day. She also let me move into a shared flat at seventeen. I inherited the house from my uncle.
Among the roommates was Mike, my best friend. I had met him when I was fifteen, practically running into him because I was late. He was three years older than me, so he was eighteen at the time and had just moved out of his parents' house because they never had time for him. He didn't know where to go, so I took him home with me.
My mother Barbara just laughed at me and said that I was always picking up stray cats. Just because I had brought home a small cat that I wanted to save from freezing to death.
Mike stayed and so I experienced a lot. He was gay, of age, handsome and of course had a lot of friends that I should all meet. It was the beginning of a wild time - a very wild time.
I regretted nothing - almost nothing. Except for some SM stuff, I think I had pretty much done everything. I experimented until I turned eighteen. I stand by it, because that time is part of me.
When my uncle died, I was sixteen. He left me a large house just two streets from my home. My mother had to accept the inheritance for me until I came of age.
At seventeen, I really wanted to move into the house. I annoyed my mother so much that she finally gave in. However, only on the condition that I did not move in there alone, after all, such a house cost quite a bit.
Besides Mike, two more flatmates were quickly found, which did not seem difficult. Besides me, Mike had a very good friend named Ben. He looked like an angel and was only a year younger than Mike.
He was also as happy as I was to get away from home. He was bisexual, although he was more attracted to women.
And the last one was Chris. He had just turned eighteen and was only having trouble with his father. He was doing his training with my mother in the hospital, who, by the way, was a nurse.
Maybe that's why she was so easy-going, because she constantly had to deal with all kinds of characters. Anyway, Chris was happy to move in with us. He always claimed to be straight, although I was sure that he and Ben had already...
All in all, we were a great bunch. We had one thing or another in common and were open to everything. There was always a party at the weekend and so the time until my eighteenth birthday flew by.
Mike actually wanted to throw a huge party for me. But what he didn't count on was that no one seemed to have time that weekend. There were big events in the neighboring towns.
Basically, it's not a problem; you could also celebrate outside the city, but Mike had an important business dinner and I didn't want to celebrate without my best friend. So it happened that I spent the evening alone at first.
Many congratulations came via text message and some called. Barbara also had to work. But she had already congratulated me at a joint birthday breakfast. Mike surprised me, however, by coming home earlier than expected.
He brought an ice cream cake from our favorite ice cream parlor, which made me very happy. Mike apologized, though, and told me that he would have liked to throw a huge party. But I just replied that the greatest gift was having him with me.
He knew. He had known it all these years. How much I loved him. Only I hadn't realized anything, because only now did I realize it. As the situation demanded, we kissed and slept together.
The next morning we were surprised by Chris and Ben, who had taken the first train home, which was really embarrassing for me. I immediately disappeared into the shower and cried for a while.
How could this happen? I fell in love with Mike, of all people, the heartbreaker who had never had a serious relationship. And now, of all times, I had to realize that all these years I had only been looking for the man of my life. I wanted a serious relationship and no more fooling around. I jumped when Mike suddenly appeared behind me in the shower.
“What's wrong?“ he asked.
“I love you,” I sobbed.
“I know,“ Mike replied.
“Shit, I love you. Why you?” I managed through my tears.
“Thanks,“ Mike mumbled.
“What's wrong with me?” he wanted to know.
“I don't want to share you!” ‘You hear me!”
I put my arms around Mike and shouted at him.
“I don't want to share you!”
“You don't have to,’ he simply replied.
Here I present you my very first story. I'm curious to see how you like it and look forward to lots of feedback. Enjoy reading!
Nick
The sun shone through the window and drew a glittering path on the bedspread. I lay in his strong arms and enjoyed his closeness and warmth. How quietly he lay there, how slowly and evenly his breath came.
I didn't dare to move for fear of waking him. Instead, I let my eyes glide over our naked bodies, as far as the blanket allowed me to see. We lay entwined on my large bed.
His skin was almost as tanned as mine and his dark hair was at least as disheveled as mine. It had been absolutely amazing – so intimate and heartfelt, so beautiful. I would never have dreamt of it. At the beginning, I hadn't even realized my inclinations.
When I turned sixteen and my best friend at the time brought his new girlfriend to my birthday, I felt something like jealousy rising up in me for the first time. Ray had often had a girlfriend, but I had never had to watch him court.
I suppressed the thought of jealousy, but reacted permanently irritated to Ray's new flame. Whereupon he decided that I also needed a girlfriend. After all, I hadn't had one up to that point and never felt like I needed one.
Especially not those butterflies in my stomach. So what else could I do but give in to Ray's urging?
I can still hear him saying, “My girlfriend has a friend who's totally into you.”
So the said friend, I can't and don't want to remember her name, was invited to a joint video night. I dreaded that evening and of course it came faster than expected.
It hurt a lot to see my best friend wildly smooching with his flame, but the worst thing was that said friend was getting into my pants. I urgently needed fresh air and just ran out.
Later, I told Ray as an excuse that she was not my type, which he actually believed. I just didn't want to admit it to myself. It wasn't until a year later, when I was still single and had to listen to stupid comments and remarks, that I was sure.
I wasn't exactly ugly and women definitely liked my sky-blue eyes. Ray and I started arguing. In the heat of the moment, he said something like that I must be gay since I didn't even like the hottest woman in town. I looked at him in horror, but he was right!
But the worst thing was that I was in love with him. But I couldn't possibly tell him that now. After this big fight, it wasn't the same between us as it used to be, and when Ray wanted to move away a few weeks later because he had gotten an apprenticeship elsewhere, I confessed my love to him out of desperation.
At first he laughed. Then he realized how serious I was and said that he would have always protected me if the others had said something like that. He left. He left without saying another word.
I had known him since we were both in the sandbox and I couldn't understand his reaction. It hurt a lot. I knew that he wouldn't return my love, but I didn't expect him to end our friendship. Even if he did it silently.
Ray should have shouted or sworn at me. That would have been much easier. So I decided to come out to my big sister. She had already guessed and consoled me about Ray.
“The right one will come along sooner or later. Or many rights?” she joked.
On my eighteenth birthday, I came out to my parents. My father went completely crazy, screamed at me and threw me out. My mother didn't say a word, as always, she was submissive to my father.
That same evening, I went to my sister's. We had both expected that it would turn out this way and my sister had promised me that I could stay with her for a while.
From then on, things should get better. My sister stood behind me and tried to get me an apprenticeship and a one-room apartment. That was the beginning of my new life. I quickly found a connection.
My neighbor Sven introduced me to his friends. I took a particular shine to Jessy, who everyone called JJ. I'll never forget our first night together after we met. We snuggled up on the balcony, wrapped in a thick blanket, and talked all night long.
When breakfast was served in the flat share at ten o'clock, we were glad to be able to warm up with a coffee. JJ was the first person to whom I openly said that I was gay too. It was only when I realized how relaxed things were here that I was able to come out without fear.
I think JJ and I agreed early on that we belonged together, but we wanted to get to know each other first. We spent most of our free time together, and even some of our non-free time together. How often did I go to JJ's when he had to work and sip on a drink all evening, since something like that can also be quite expensive.
After a while, as a regular guest, I was allowed to enter for free. And now, after four months of flirting, teasing and fooling around, we were finally together. Of course, we didn't want to wait to have sex. I didn't regret that we did it right away. It was beautiful!
Jessy
The sun was shining a little through the window. It was still early, but already light. When I looked to the side, my hazel eyes met a blue sea in which I sank. I remembered, as if in a trance, last night.
We were alone for once. Nick and I. I had the night off and he already had the weekend off. For weeks it had been on the tip of my tongue: “I like you. I love you.” What's the best way to say something like that?
Normally, it should be easy for me, given my experience. I had my first time at fourteen. Even though I wasn't particularly proud of the fact that it happened so early. I only knew him fleetingly, and knew only his name and that he was gay, but that was enough.
Sammy. My first. Seventeen years old. He was in the graduating class at the school and took advantage of my gullibility. I couldn't even say that it was good, we just did it. Or rather, he did it and I just held still.
It was quick. He ignored me afterwards, pretended he didn't know me. Sammy graduated just a few weeks later and I never saw him again, which was probably for the best.
I cried on my mother's shoulder, who raised me alone and has been my best friend to this day. She also let me move into a shared flat at seventeen. I inherited the house from my uncle.
Among the roommates was Mike, my best friend. I had met him when I was fifteen, practically running into him because I was late. He was three years older than me, so he was eighteen at the time and had just moved out of his parents' house because they never had time for him. He didn't know where to go, so I took him home with me.
My mother Barbara just laughed at me and said that I was always picking up stray cats. Just because I had brought home a small cat that I wanted to save from freezing to death.
Mike stayed and so I experienced a lot. He was gay, of age, handsome and of course had a lot of friends that I should all meet. It was the beginning of a wild time - a very wild time.
I regretted nothing - almost nothing. Except for some SM stuff, I think I had pretty much done everything. I experimented until I turned eighteen. I stand by it, because that time is part of me.
When my uncle died, I was sixteen. He left me a large house just two streets from my home. My mother had to accept the inheritance for me until I came of age.
At seventeen, I really wanted to move into the house. I annoyed my mother so much that she finally gave in. However, only on the condition that I did not move in there alone, after all, such a house cost quite a bit.
Besides Mike, two more flatmates were quickly found, which did not seem difficult. Besides me, Mike had a very good friend named Ben. He looked like an angel and was only a year younger than Mike.
He was also as happy as I was to get away from home. He was bisexual, although he was more attracted to women.
And the last one was Chris. He had just turned eighteen and was only having trouble with his father. He was doing his training with my mother in the hospital, who, by the way, was a nurse.
Maybe that's why she was so easy-going, because she constantly had to deal with all kinds of characters. Anyway, Chris was happy to move in with us. He always claimed to be straight, although I was sure that he and Ben had already...
All in all, we were a great bunch. We had one thing or another in common and were open to everything. There was always a party at the weekend and so the time until my eighteenth birthday flew by.
Mike actually wanted to throw a huge party for me. But what he didn't count on was that no one seemed to have time that weekend. There were big events in the neighboring towns.
Basically, it's not a problem; you could also celebrate outside the city, but Mike had an important business dinner and I didn't want to celebrate without my best friend. So it happened that I spent the evening alone at first.
Many congratulations came via text message and some called. Barbara also had to work. But she had already congratulated me at a joint birthday breakfast. Mike surprised me, however, by coming home earlier than expected.
He brought an ice cream cake from our favorite ice cream parlor, which made me very happy. Mike apologized, though, and told me that he would have liked to throw a huge party. But I just replied that the greatest gift was having him with me.
He knew. He had known it all these years. How much I loved him. Only I hadn't realized anything, because only now did I realize it. As the situation demanded, we kissed and slept together.
The next morning we were surprised by Chris and Ben, who had taken the first train home, which was really embarrassing for me. I immediately disappeared into the shower and cried for a while.
How could this happen? I fell in love with Mike, of all people, the heartbreaker who had never had a serious relationship. And now, of all times, I had to realize that all these years I had only been looking for the man of my life. I wanted a serious relationship and no more fooling around. I jumped when Mike suddenly appeared behind me in the shower.
“What's wrong?“ he asked.
“I love you,” I sobbed.
“I know,“ Mike replied.
“Shit, I love you. Why you?” I managed through my tears.
“Thanks,“ Mike mumbled.
“What's wrong with me?” he wanted to know.
“I don't want to share you!” ‘You hear me!”
I put my arms around Mike and shouted at him.
“I don't want to share you!”
“You don't have to,’ he simply replied.