07-11-2025, 04:06 PM
Marcel & Tim
I looked at my watch and swore. I had once again left the office a little late and I could already see the train leaving in my mind's eye. Especially on a Friday, I didn't like that at all. I was still 900 meters and at least 30 degrees Celsius away from the train station (well, maybe not really 30 below zero? I tend to exaggerate when it's cold).
Ahead of me lay a “great” weekend. With total solitude and loneliness. No party in sight, and my dream prince was still a long time coming. Because even in the year 01, dream princes don't come with a catalog (to be honest, in some mail-order catalogs there are one or two eye-catchers, but no, that's too pathetic).
But maybe I should introduce myself first. My name is Marcel, I'm 21 years old, 187 centimeters tall and weigh a mere 74 kilograms. I have medium-length blonde hair and almost dark blue eyes. I usually keep fit by doing judo, but unfortunately I haven't had the time or inclination to do so in the last three weeks. At least my actually quite good figure hasn't suffered from that yet.
?
After a quick glance at my watch, I started the final sprint. Then I saw the train, closer than I would have liked? so I had to run a little faster. I sprinted up the stairs to the platform and scurried through the closing doors. Just in time. I looked around disgruntled and spotted an empty group of four. I collapsed into the seat, the cold air still burning in my lungs. “Don't be such a wimp!” I thought to myself. Apparently I thought this too loudly, because someone giggled behind me.
Now just home and then it's quiet. Somehow that didn't build me up either. Bored, I let my gaze wander.
Suddenly it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I looked up again and there it was, or rather, there he was! Maybe two meters away from me? How could I have missed him before? Dark blond hair, mysterious eyes that were easy to drown in (simply saying “blue” wouldn't do them justice) and a slim, well-formed face.
He was absorbed in a book, I couldn't see the title (art piece, I wasn't really interested in that at the moment). Now and then a charming smile played around his thin lips. Charming? Oh man, I was smitten. Dreamy, I continued to watch him. A clearing of the throat. I didn't notice it. Another cough, this time so loud that I looked up in fright.
An old “lady” was standing at the door, apparently about to get off, watching me intently, following my gaze and glaring at me angrily. I blushed slightly and admonished myself to pay more attention to the gawking (and prayed that the lady wouldn't make a scene with comments like “in my day, people like you?”). The hunk had also turned curiously to the granny, followed her gaze and looked at me. Spontaneously, I shrugged and acted completely surprised, although inside I was trembling with excitement. But what business was it of this witch's anyway, who I was looking at? He smiled at me briefly and then sank back into his book. I was blown away.
The old woman actually got off at the next station, glared at me venomously again, but remained quiet. I guess I was lucky.
I tried to concentrate and risked a quick glance from time to time. I tried to imagine what he looked like under his jacket. Slowly, I felt certain stirrings below my belt?
A quick glance out the window showed me that we were still at the station where the old woman had gotten off. Reality had me back for a moment. I looked at the clock and groaned. If we didn't leave quickly, I could forget about my connection bus. No sooner thought than done: the doors closed and the train started moving.
I looked at the cutie again and our eyes met. Hmmm? No, right? But his eyes moved away from me, out the window and back to his book. It would have been too good to be true. After the next stop, I looked around and saw that only the two of us were left in the car.
My heart was pounding, but he seemed to be ignoring me completely. Next stop? End of the line. Well, bravo! My bus was already there with the engine running. Totally fixated on this bus, I ran to the door and opened the door of the tram after it stopped and dashed off. Done. I reached into my jacket to take out my ticket.
The bag was empty. Like all the others. It was enough to make you weep. The wallet with the ticket, driver's license (not that I needed it at the moment) and ID was gone. Annoyed, I reached into my sweet pocket and took out my wallet, told the driver my destination and paid.
As I reached my seat, the bus pulled out. Only now did I remember the cute boy again. I looked out the window and saw him looking around, seemingly searching. Probably being picked up, I thought. Frustrated, I closed my eyes and daydreamed a little.
His face emerged from the darkness, his dreamlike smile as he looked at me after the old hag had cleared her throat. A voice rang in my ear and the dream dissolved.
“Next stop: Hochbergstrasse!”, the driver's voice echoed through the loudspeakers.
Oops, 20 minutes of the ride are already over? I pressed the button. Shortly thereafter, the bus came to a hissing halt. I was the last passenger and called out to the driver, “Have a nice evening!” “Thank you, the same to you,” he called back. “Thank you,” I mumbled, “I won't have it, I thought to myself.
Not even five minutes later, I closed the door to my apartment and called out, “Hello! I'm home!” Of course, there was no answer, since no one lives here but me. (Note: my favorite target for my pronounced sense of sarcasm and irony is... me.)
I dragged myself to the bathroom and decided to take a hot shower to warm up. I took off my suit (work clothes!) and marched to the shower. On the way, I passed the mirror and stopped briefly. I looked at myself, looked sadly into my eyes and thought to myself that I'm not really ugly. What the heck? it escaped my lips a little louder. The next moment I was in the shower and turned on the water. Damn! I shouted. The fact that this shower needs a moment to get warm had probably slipped my mind. But then it got warm and I lost myself under the water jet.
<< DING DONG >>
That can't be right? the doorbell disturbed me severely. “Just a moment,” I called. I turned off the water and fished for my towel.
<< DING DONG >>
?JAAAAAAAA!!!? Now I was shouting. Apparently I had no time to lose and I wrapped myself in my towel, stormed to the door. “Whoever that is, they're in for a surprise,” it flashed through my mind. I opened the door and? froze.
I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them again. But he was still there. Yes, it was him. The dream of the S-Bahn. I felt his gaze on me and blushed.
“Yes?” I stammered.
He answered quietly and with a heavenly voice: “Eh? Sorry if I'm interrupting something, but?” He fell silent and fumbled with his jacket pocket. Shortly thereafter, he held a small brown case in his hand.
“Mine?” I began, and he nodded immediately. ‘But how?’ (Great Marcel, why don't you just act like a complete idiot?)
“It was on the train. And your ID, the address is in there?“ he finished my attempt at a question. I accepted the wallet. I actually found the strength for a whole sentence:
“Thank you very much. Can I return the favor with a coffee?” I asked and put the find in my back pocket. Wait, back pocket? It was too late. The towel stretched and followed the laws of Mr. Newton.
“Eh no, I have to go again. Ciao!” he called and hurried away. You could also say that he ran. I stood frozen, thanking the wonderful force of gravity and the gentleman ‘up there’ because he seemed to enjoy torturing me with embarrassing situations.
Suddenly I woke up from my stupor and slammed the door. “Quiet down there,” it sounded from the floor above. This is all pointless, I thought and marched back into the bathroom. At least I wanted to finish the shower.
It didn't take long and I was done. I thought back to what I had experienced and gave myself a mental slap in the face. I reached for the bathrobe, pulled it on and marched into the living room to savor my self-irony again. Shortly thereafter, JBO was booming out of the speakers?
Today is a good day to die,
life has no meaning.
The gods want to spoil my fun,
I'm not allowed any pleasure?
Not that I'm a big fan of the band, but I just couldn't help it. Just like the phone, which apparently couldn't resist ringing just at that moment.
I answered: 'District Crematorium Frankfurt'.
A short hesitation on the line, “Yes, Piet?t Gansbach here, the pickup is delayed a bit.”
“Hello Andreas?”
A giggle on the other side... ‘What did you think?’ You're in a bad mood, aren't you? I'm sorry, but Cori had to go and that's why I'm picking you up in just under half an hour. I know I was supposed to come a quarter of an hour ago. Sorry.
Now I was brooding. Why did he want to get me? Then it occurred to me. Cinema. We all wanted to go to the movies.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“I said I was sorry, didn't I?”
“Uh, sorry, Andy, that was more for me.”
You forgot? He laughed uproariously.
I cleared my throat. Oh, just a little. Not my day today. But let's continue this later. After all, I only have half an hour to get dressed.
Okay, hurry up.” I could see his stupid grin right in front of me. Before we hung up, I heard him start whistling. ”Today's a good day to die.”
Aha, so he had noticed. Then I could prepare myself for an interesting interrogation.
A brief explanation, in case anyone is wondering who Andreas is: I have known Andreas for almost exactly 13 years and we have always been best friends. I could always tell him everything.
And with him? I even had my “first time”. We were both 14 and kind of curious. His and my parents had arranged to go to the theater together. And we were supposed to stay at my house. My mom had specially prepared the couch. Well, being kids, we weren't quite so well-behaved, throwing a “wild party for two”.
And my daddy had made the worst mistake of all mistakes: he hadn't locked the bar. First of all, we got to work on that weird blue stuff that neither of us could pronounce at the time? We called it “Blue Coolesau” after the first few glasses.
The next thing we knew, we were lying in bed, pretty inebriated. Andreas asked if I had ever done it to myself. Drunk as I was, I answered “Yes.” “Me too,” he replied. “I wonder what it would be like to have someone else do it,” he murmured.
We agreed quite quickly and we were naked in bed. A glance down, we both had quite a boner. Disinhibited as we were, we were each soon holding the other's cock in our hands.
I don't want to go into further detail now, but the big mess wasn't long in coming.
Apparently, for me, this was also the big turning point in my life at the time.
It wasn't particularly romantic or very sentimental, but it was something I had wanted from Andreas for several months. Okay, I had a crush on him. I told him that a little later. His reaction surprised me when he said that it wouldn't be a problem.
At that moment, he came out as straight. He was pretty sure about that, and to this day I have had no reason to doubt it. And we didn't repeat it either. Only the bond remained.
29 minutes later, I was just slipping into my shoes, the doorbell rang. I looked again in the mirror. The white jeans fit? too tight *grins*. My ass? It's showing off. My black shirt fits like a glove, like a second skin. Muscles are emphasized favorably, fat pads? *uff* not yet in sight. My hair is almost perfect. Only one strand that cheekily jumps in my forehead. It looks kind of cute.
And again the doorbell rings. Okay, I was ready, almost in record time. And Andreas came to the door annoyed.
“It's cold outside?” he grumbled as he came up the stairs. Then he saw me and stopped. A grin spread across his face.
“Just because you know that Cori isn't here today, you have no right to try and seduce me!” he said, laughing. I just looked at him, bewildered.
He came closer and whispered something in my ear. “If you ignore the sad look in your eyes, you look really strong.” “Thanks,” I breathed back, gave him a peck on the cheek and then took him in my arms.
“Hey, not so rough! Better save your energy for all the cute guys who are guaranteed to chase after you today.”
When he smiles, you just have to go weak at the knees. I haven't even mentioned that Andreas is really quite dashing, is he? He's still only 20 years old, 190 cm tall, with short black hair styled into a cheeky quiff, emerald green eyes that make you dream, a sweet, narrow mouth and such a sweet little dimple on his chin.
And he had been keeping his body fit for years with swimming and karate, wonderfully defined muscles. What he never wanted to tell me was whether he shaved his body or whether he was really so hairless by nature. For me it was nature. But now, please, no doubts, I was over him, mostly.
“I appreciate your trust,” I said, ‘but why should the day end better than it started?”
“Well, you know the saying, ’Don't knock the day before evening'?”
“Nah, I don't know that saying for sure.”
He grinned again. ”Now, jokes aside. What's the matter with you today? You look as if the world were coming to an end.?
“Not now,” I replied. ‘Let's postpone it. Which movie are we watching?”
Andy's grin faded a bit. ’I think we'd better skip the movie for today and sit down somewhere. It's so hard to talk in a movie theater.”
“Ass, that's exactly why I want to go there.”
With mock anger, he glared at me. “No back talk, the movies are off for today!!!”
“Yes, Dad?” I tried to pout. Then he jumped at me, “threw” me on the couch and in the next moment I felt his hands all over me, with the intention of tickling me.
I was breathless and struggling for air, completely defenseless. I must have been the most ticklish person on earth. After what felt like years, he let me go.
“On your feet, move it!”
His command had me saluting, “Yes, SIR!” Still laughing, we got into his car and drove off.
I was curious.
Where are we going?
Surprise.
Unfair!
Be a good co-driver and keep quiet.
So I stuck out my tongue at him, but kept quiet. Soon after, we entered Frankfurt. And somehow the place seemed very familiar to me, too.
Andy soon found a parking lot and we went to one of my favorite pubs, the “Big Apple”. (Note: Connoisseurs of the Frankfurt scene will know that there is no pub with this name. But somehow it has something to do with the New York district, after which the place is actually named).
We found a seat right away. The waiter pranced up and Andreas ordered. “A Coke for me, and the sweet one there, he smiled at me, can definitely use a good wheat beer.”
I smiled back. Shortly thereafter, we had what we wanted. Andy now seemed more serious. Marcel, kid, what's going on now? I sighed.
I told him. Starting with the train, the stupid old woman, the sweet grin, the angelic face. And then the loss of the wallet.
“Oh shit,” he said.
I wasn't finished yet. I came home and jumped in the shower. The doorbell rang twice. I ran to the door with a towel around my hips and opened it. And there he was!?
But the way you look, something must have gone wrong?
I told him about my grammatical design flaws and the crucial moment of delivery.
I paused, took a sip of beer and reported on the “sweet pocket”.
Andy looked at me in disbelief, I nodded briefly and tears shot into his eyes from LAUGHTER!
Toxic, not played this time, I looked over at him.
He fell silent immediately. “Sorry, but that sounds too funny.”
“Do you think so? I don't know.” I'll summarize: my dream guy is at my door. I open it, only in a towel. He brings something back to me and I want to invite him in for a cup of coffee.
I make a mistake, stand naked in front of him, so embarrassed that I don't even think about where he might have looked at me to have any hope left. He runs away in panic, even though it's not that bad. I was only naked, right? Slowly my eyes became wet.
Andy took my hand, “Hey, it's okay. And if you want, you can let out your frustration. But... don't you think the guy's reaction was a bit strange? Maybe he was just overwhelmed by you, panicked about falling in love with you, if he hadn't already, and now dreams of you, still wondering whether you're gay or straight.
I looked at him in disbelief and sobbed, “I wish I had your imagination. Him, falling in love with me? But even if he did, I don't know anything about him. No name, no idea where he lives. Nothing.”
He squeezed my hand tighter
“Don't hide your light under a bushel.” Well, if I were gay, you sweetheart, he laughed at me sweetly, ”but seriously, Cori told me that she thinks you're totally sexy, too, and a couple of her friends have secretly got a crush on you.”
Great. So I've got a lot to look forward to?
No, really not,” Andy laughed.
Cori told me about a discussion. The topic was you a little later. One of the chicks then said (Andy changed his voice and gestured like a posh chick): ‘But it doesn't matter anyway. Guys like him are either taken or gay.’ (From now on again in a normal tone of voice)
Cori then started laughing. The girl then nodded smugly: “I knew it, Marcel has a girlfriend.” Cori then told me that she had a hard time getting out the words “but gay” through her laughing fit.
“Great, and I love this kind of outing so much.”
Don't worry, little one. The girls were visibly moved, a bit sad, you heartbreaker, but agreed that at least they could still dream about you.
I yawned, “Blah blah blah. And what does that mean?” Oh dear, my head was completely empty and I didn't even blush. Somehow I was completely out of it.
Have you gone stupid? Look in the mirror, man. You're just a handsome guy!
I blushed. Not because of what, well, maybe because of it, he had told me, but how. It wasn't very discreet and definitely not quiet. The waiter looked at me and winked.
As if on cue, a guy floated over. Not bad-looking at all, obviously interested. “Is this seat taken?” He pointed to the free seat next to me.
“Yes.” Was Andy going to freak out completely now?
Now I put on my ‘bitch walk.’ ”No. My buddy was wrong about that.”
“Don't be like that. He looks cute, doesn't he?”
Excuse me? I glared at Andy. “Why don't you go get him yourself?”
But the guy had already stormed off, offended. I thought I heard him mutter ‘asshole,’ while Andy discreetly ignored my comment and put his hand on my shoulder comfortingly.
I buried my head in my hands and shook it in disbelief. “Thanks, are you having fun driving the blush of shame into the faces of little innocent queers?
You and innocent? You even seduced and successfully satisfied your best heterosexual friend, didn't you?”
He grinned, damn dirty. It looked kind of cute. I could never stay mad at him for long.
“I didn't seduce you!!! It was the alcohol's fault.”
“Oh, am I so ugly that you have to get drunk first?” And again his nasty grin.
Now we both had to laugh, and it felt so good.
He took me in his arms. “Everything will be fine,” he whispered in my ear.
I looked around a bit, hoping to see at least a few friendly faces, but the thoughts of the unknown prince made everything else fade away. We sat around chatting for quite a while and ordered a few more drinks. Andy didn't leave my side anymore and nobody, except for the waiter, bothered us more. Fortunately, the handsome guy who held me so lovingly in his arms seemed to be a deterrent enough. That suited me very well.
Shortly after this realization, we finished our drinks, paid (Andreas paid) and drove to my place.
“You're being awfully quiet.“ Andreas looked over at me briefly.
“Yeah? Did you ever notice that I don't know his name or where he lives?”
“And?”
“What, and?”
“Yeah, what's the problem?”
“That I don't know anything about him?” I sounded a little annoyed, even though I felt sorry.
“Hey, hey kid, slow down. I'm aware of that. But you know my theory that he might have fallen in love with this incredibly handsome guy after all. He knows where you live, and I'll bet you anything: you'll see him again!?”
“And what do I have to do with this handsome guy?”
That's what you call “fishing for compliments”.
? Hey you!? he didn't get more than that. I laughed uproariously.?
Ass!? I heard and felt a rough nudge in the ribs.?
You deserved that! Now get out of here! So you finally get into bed and forget the nonsense while sleeping!? he smiled at me so sweetly again? I couldn't speak again.
“Thanks, I will. And again? Thanks for the evening. Sleep well.“ I blew him a kiss on the cheek.
“You too. You're welcome.” And he kissed me on the forehead.
I waved briefly as he got out and made his way to the kebab shop across the street, and went to the door.
In the apartment, I looked at the clock, it was only 10 p.m.? What the heck, I'll go to bed earlier tonight.
No sooner said than done, after a quick stop in the bathroom for the hygienic necessities, I was ready. I lay down in bed and turned off the light. But despite my best efforts, I couldn't even think about falling asleep. I decided to pay a little attention to little Marcel.
I thought of the dream hunk and little Marcel looked at me willingly. My hand slid over my stomach, into my shorts and embraced the warm sign of my excitement. Slowly my hand slid along the shaft and?
<<>>
What the fuck! Who the hell is bothering me at this time of night? Every feeling of horniness had vanished, I put on a robe and went to the door. Whoever it was should be prepared for something. I opened the door and? staggered backwards. No, please pinch me. He was standing in front of me again and looked embarrassed. What, I mean,?h?Hi? My ability to communicate left something to be desired.
“Hi. Is the invitation still valid?”
“What? What invitation?”
“Coffee?” (oh, that voice)
“Uh, sure, can it be tea?”
“Black?”
“Sure. Come in. I'm Marcel.”
“I know
I idiot! Of course he knew.
“Tim.”
“Please?
That's my name. He hesitated. My friends call me Timmy.
Okay, I was just about to make a complete fool of myself. But I was also really nervous. The boy was driving me crazy.
Okay, Tim. What are you actually doing here?
Call me Timmy. He looked at me sweetly.
Oh right, Timmy, sorry.
So, this is a weird story. I was sitting in the kebab shop opposite for a while. Half an hour ago, around 10, a guy came in. He ordered something and was just about to leave, but then came to me. He asked if I knew Marcel.
I asked him who he meant,
He said: 'The Marcel whose living room window you've been staring at the whole time!'
I swallowed. Timmy had been staring at my window?
He continued:
'The guy then introduced himself as Andreas, and said he was a friend of yours. We talked the whole time. Somehow I immediately trusted him. I felt safe enough to tell him things I wouldn't tell anyone else. In the end, he advised me to leave the store as quickly as possible and go to you... to clarify a few things.”
Well, Andreas? Thanks, man. The guy really sees everything.
Andreas is my best friend, right. And what did you talk about, if I may ask?
Well, I told him something and wanted to know how certain people would react to certain things.
Please, can you be a bit more specific?
So, I told him that the last time I confessed my love to a boy, the doctors had to do a good job to put me back together again. He advised me to give it a try, at least that wouldn't happen this time.
I sat there, speechless. A lump in my throat. I looked at him in disbelief.
“Well, I told him that I fell for you on the train today, but otherwise I'm actually really shy. And I think I'd better go now.”
He stood up and walked towards the door.
“No!” My voice sounded incredibly firm and free. No comparison to my knees, which were shaking like leaves in the wind. Tim turned around questioningly. I smiled at him.
“It seems Andy didn't tell you everything. Otherwise you would know, Timmy, you're not the only one who fell for me on the train!”
He smiled at me, no, it wasn't a smile! It was as if heaven had sent its most beautiful angel to beam at me.
With a few smooth movements, he quickly approached me and? tripped over a runner and flew (not exactly like an angel *hihi*) in my direction.
I caught him and took him in my arms. My lips sought his and found them. Our tongues gently dipped in and explored each other. His kiss took my senses. His hand slid under my robe, touching the naked skin of my chest. It felt like little electric discharges that tingled through my whole body. And yet he was so endlessly tender. I was no longer able to move, I leaned back and enjoyed his hands, his lips and the play of our tongues.
Somehow I managed to take off his jacket and slid my hand under his sweater. Delicate, velvety skin awaited me. I couldn't feel a single hair on his chest. His stomach was smooth and firm.
His blue eyes looked at me and his look made me quite dizzy. “You are insanely beautiful!”, I whispered in his ear.
“You too?”
A tear ran down his cheek.
“Do you have something?”
“No, I'm just incredibly happy!” he replied.
“Me too, Timmy. Me too. Do you have to leave today?”
No Marcel. I can stay. Now that I have found my dream, I won't let go of it so quickly. He smiled.
That's what I wanted to hear. Hey, it's not supposed to be an invitation, but maybe we should change rooms? I held out my hand.
Okay. I'll go anywhere if you're with me.
I led him into the bedroom, took off my coat and sat down on the bed in my shorts.
“Come here.”
Timmy took off all his clothes except for his shirt and shorts and snuggled up to me in bed. I looked deep into his eyes and he seemed a little embarrassed.
“What's the matter?”
“Well, I've never been with another person before?”
Really? Seeing you like this, it's hard to believe.?
Do you think so? But it's true. And you??
To say that it's the same for me would be a lie. But I haven't really had a real relationship either. They were more of these “one evening, one night, one morning” stories. Nothing that makes you happy in the long run.?
Oh.?
But let's change the subject. I don't really like talking about it.
He nodded.
Timmy?
Yes?
Don't worry. I have a different feeling about you. When I hold you in my arms, I don't want to let go.
He smiled happily at me.
One question was still burning: “How old are you, actually? My age, 21, is indirectly in the passport?”
“That's right. I looked it up, too. That's why you're four years older than me.”
“Seventeen years old?” Now I was a bit surprised. He seemed older to me.
“Yes?” His voice sounded uncertain. ”Is that a problem for you?”
“I don't think so! Don't worry about it.”
Four years, my God, so what? In a few years, no one would even notice, and I didn't feel that old inside.
He sighed with relief and gave me a tender kiss. When our lips touched, I felt that tingling sensation all over again. After that, I could become addicted; no, I already was. I had fallen for him completely.
So we lay there, stroking each other's hair and gazing into each other's eyes.
But then? then the long day took its toll. With the feeling of security in his arms, I fell asleep in an almost unforgivable bliss.
***
Tim looked at the sleeping face of Marcel. He looked peaceful like a baby. He was happy and content with the world.
This time, his confession of love had not fallen on deaf ears, this time no fists pelted down on him in unruly rage, as it had a year ago, when he confessed his love to his former best friend.
He would never have thought that he had such a hatred for gays. But that was now over, the chapter finally belonged to the past. Blissfully he stroked the hair of his lover, until he was seized by a deep slumber.
***
8 o'clock. My eyes fell on my alarm clock. Too early for a Saturday. So? I swallowed, my bed was empty.
None of the clothes that Timmy had put on the floor were still visible.
Had my mind played a nasty trick on me? Maybe I had fallen asleep after all and the doorbell had only sounded in a dream?
No sweet nothings, no endlessly tender caresses? Or maybe it was all there, but when I fell asleep he might have been disappointed and left?
The questions tortured me. A scream escaped my throat. And suddenly a blond head and body rushed into my bedroom.
“Marcel, is something wrong, are you in pain?“ He looked at me with concern.
I shook my head, visibly relieved.
“Just a moment, I've just made breakfast. I'll be right there!” He smiled.
He was still there! I sank back into the pillow. Thank God.
And there he came in with a tray. You have a pretty intuitive kitchen, I found everything almost right away. But your scream, what was going on?
I blushed. Uh, I was... I found the bed empty, and??
And you had doubts as to whether it all happened?
? Kind of, yes. Another possibility was that you left, disappointed because I fell asleep??
Silly! ? he smiled at me. ?I watched you sleep for a while. You seem so relaxed and happy. It looked good on you. On the train, you looked so serious and determined.?
Where did you get the bread rolls? I didn't give you any, did I?
From the baker around the corner. Don't be cross with me, but I rummaged through your things a bit looking for the key. Didn't want to lock myself out. Otherwise I would have had to wake you up.
Is it okay? I reached for his hand. It all looks very tasty. But please don't scare me like that next time!?
I pulled him down to me after he had placed the tray on the bedside table and pressed my lips to his. His tongue pushed through my lips and played with mine.
Then he pulled back: “Go on, eat! You need energy for the day!?
Okay, I gladly complied with the request. It not only looked delicious, it tasted good too. We fed each other. Sometimes he held out a bun for me to bite off, then I did the same. When everything was gone, I felt full and completely happy.
Timmy, I now know that you are 17, but nothing else. I would really like to learn more about you.
There's not much, really.
If you don't want to, it's okay. Maybe you'd like to later?
No, it's not that. I don't want to burden you with anything. It hasn't always been sunshine and roses.
Timmy, no one has only experienced good things. And if a love can't take something like that, then it's not worth it.
Do you really love me?
That was a good question. And certainly not easy to answer, since I hardly knew him.
I was silent for a moment. For that, I got a sad look from the angel next to me.
Timmy, please don't take it the wrong way. I feel a very special connection to you. Your looks intoxicate me. Your warm voice touches my heart. You are a dream. Affectionate, loving. You give me a sense of security. When you leave the room, I immediately miss your presence. I'm in love with you, hopelessly in love. But love must first develop.?
His eyes were wet, but he nodded. “No one has ever said anything like that to me before.” His voice sounded shaky?so honest. And it was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. And I feel that I can trust you.”
His voice cracked, and he cried.
I pulled his back to my chest, put my head on his shoulder and held him tight.
“You must think I'm a real crybaby.”
“Sweet little nutcase,” I said, wiping away a few tears myself.
I don't know if it was 10, 20 minutes or more that we spent like that. We were silent and held on to each other.
“All right.” Timmy took heart. ‘I've known I was gay for about two years.’ I then told my father, I was living with him alone at the time because my mother had died five years earlier. His reaction was unexpected for me. I thought he was more tolerant than he actually was. To cut a long story short, he beat me up and then threw me out of the apartment. A neighbor called an ambulance back then.”
He sobbed. “I had a few broken bones, arm, shoulders and stuff. But inside, it hurt a lot more.”
I held him tighter.
The youth welfare office received a call from the doctor who treated me at the time. Shortly afterwards, I received a visit from Klaus, a social worker from the youth welfare office. I told him the story. Everything. He ultimately made sure that I was placed in a home, away from my father. The next year went quite well. I met Markus at the home.
He became my best friend and we did a lot of things together. Slowly I fell in love with him. It took a while, but then I took heart and told him.
At that moment everything changed. Markus pushed me away, shouted at me, insulted me.
That evening I cried myself to sleep.
In the morning there was a note on the door:
“Tim,
we have to talk.
Come to the park behind the mini-golf course at 8:00 p.m. tonight.”
Markus?
I felt hope and better. I was looking forward to the evening.
Tim trembled. “In the park, I saw Markus. He looked at me. But? but his eyes glistened cold, angry? hateful. “Look, here comes the little fag,” I heard him say.
Voices sounded from somewhere behind me. Mean laughs echoed through the night. Someone said, ‘Then let's show the little ass-fucker what we think of creatures like him.’ Then someone held me tight. Markus came up to me and... Tim broke off and wept bitterly.
Tears welled up in my eyes, too. I was furious at how someone could do such a thing to an angel like him, betray him like that.
“It's okay, I'm here with you. I'll take care of you.” I tried to calm him down. His eyes were red and he looked at me helplessly.
“Thanks. I almost didn't believe in things like that anymore.”
“You can count on it.”
His eyes were still filled with tears, but his voice sounded firm and sure again: “Okay.” Apart from a barrage of his fists into my face, I can't remember anything anyway. Only that I woke up in the hospital three days later. The pain was worse than the first time. It wasn't limited to broken bones either. He hesitated briefly and took off his shirt. When he raised his right arm, I saw a scar about 15 cm long. “They mistook me for a piece of wood and practiced carving,” he laughed bitterly. I pressed a cautious kiss on the scar.
But I survived it. It didn't look so good at first. I must have lost a lot of blood.”
I was shocked at the cold-bloodedness with which he now reported his “near-death experience”.
And again it was Klaus from the youth welfare office who visited me. I will never forget his compassionate look. Anyway, he placed me in a special program. I went back to a normal school, but a different one. And I no longer had to go to the home. The youth welfare office provided me with a small one-room apartment and also supported me in other ways, as far as possible. And I currently live in this apartment.
Wow, what a story. My knees were as soft as butter in the summer sun.
He looked at me questioningly. “You're so quiet. Does that change anything between us?”
I hesitated briefly and smiled at him. ‘Indeed?”
A hint of panic reflected in his eyes. ’But I...”
“Stop, I wasn't finished. Do you live alone in this apartment?”
Yes. I also have little contact with the others in the house.
Good. I want you to come to me. You've been alone long enough.
With a cry of joy, he jumped around and pushed me back into the pillows.
We should go right away and buy a few things. Today I'll cook a feast for us.
He nodded, “That sounds really good!”
“But Timmy?”
“Yeah?”
“Please put your shirt back on immediately, for God's sake. The way you're lying over me looks so damn sexy. We won't get out of here before the stores close.”
Oh, aye aye captain!? He laughed, jumped up and tried to salute. My pillow slammed into his chest. 'Up, soldier.?
That was so wonderful. After crying together earlier, we finally laughed together.
Marcel, I have to talk to my supervisors first on Monday. They want to know if I'm leaving the apartment for a while.
But of course. No problem. And now finally put something on! It was really time. My shorts were terribly tight.
I quickly jumped under the shower. This time I also hurried. I dried myself briefly and wrapped a towel around my hips. I went back to the bedroom while I rubbed my hair with another towel.
“Stay like that?”
*CLICK?Surr*
“Very sexy. That's a great picture. Marcel, do you know that you are damn photogenic?” He laughed.
“Well, thank you. I HATE photos.”
“You have no reason for that. Ever look in the mirror?”
“More often than you can imagine.”
“Vain peacock!”
I pretended to be embarrassed.
“Marcel?”
“Yeah?”
Please put something on. The way you are standing around looks damn sexy. We won't get out before closing time otherwise.
Touch. And again we both laughed.
Slowly but surely I got a sore diaphragm. Twenty minutes later (I just need some time for the hairstyle *grins*) we were actually out of the house.
On the way, he asked me to tell him something about myself, since I now knew most about him.
I told him about my coming out to my parents when I was 16, and that it went very well at the time. That I moved here from Hamburg after graduating from high school to start an apprenticeship as an IT business management assistant, and was later taken on by the company. I told him about the special relationship with Andreas (whereby he grinned and said that we should do something with Andy sometime, the secret relationship founder). And finally that I had been waiting for someone like him (Timmy) for years.
Sorry, but my life really hasn't been very spectacular so far.
No special ups or downs. A quiet life in a cold and inhospitable world.
Barely 90 minutes later, we were back at my place.
“It's a shame that people always have to do their shopping on a Saturday.” No, I'm generally not a fan of shopping. But what must be must be.
Timmy relented placatingly. “But I learned something about you. And the main thing is that we were together, right?
You have an irresistibly sweet way of seeing something positive even in annoying things.”
“You cannot KISS!”
“Pardon?” That's not very nice of you, dear Tim.
Man, that means “keep it short and simple”. I just wanted to say that you always express yourself in such a complicated way. “You're right?” would have been enough.
I tried to give him a dirty look. “Hey, I'm the smart-ass here! Let's get that straight!”
He returned the favor with a passionate kiss. “Timmy mouse, you drive me crazy.
I'll take that as a compliment.
I'm not capable of anything else towards you.”
Timmy's eyes became moist. ”You're the best thing that's happened to me in my life so far. I don't deserve you.”
You deserve only the best, you little angel. I gently licked a tear from his cheek, took him in my arms and kissed him. As we stood there, I heard the refrain of a song I had always liked:
So wander down the ancient hallway
Taking the stairs only one at a time
Follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I'm in the room at the top, you're at the end of the line
Open the door and lay down on the bed
The sun is just a ball of desire
(Meat Loaf, “Out of the frying pan?”)
“Timmy, I think I'm in love with you. I love you with all my heart and everything that goes with it.”
“I love you too.”
“Now let me cook.” I put on my cheekiest grin and took a nudge in the ribs.
“You and Andy would go well together. You're both equally brutal!” With an artfully distorted face, I rubbed my ‘so incredibly painful’ ribs. Timmy yanked up my sweater and pressed a kiss on the battered spot.
“You're a real sissy,” he said. ‘Besides, I don't want Andy at all, even though he looks really tasty too.”
I shook my head and then limited myself to a short exclamation: ’MEN!”
Then I turned around and distributed the groceries in the kitchen.
Little by little, the meal took shape. The vegetables smelled, the sirloin sizzled and the cream sauce bubbled slowly.
Timmy had retreated to the living room and watched me through the door. Whenever I turned around, he gave me provocative looks.
With a snide “Pah!”, I turned around again each time.
Then he pleaded in a sweet voice, “Please don't be mad at me anymore.”
I turned around and was about to say the appropriate thing, but I couldn't get my mouth open, or could I not get it closed?
My eyes widened at the sight that was presented to me.
He playfully let his T-shirt slide through his fingers and stretched seductively on the couch. And the bulge in his jeans was not without.
With his free hand, he slid over his cute washboard abs, playfully moving his six-pack. Then his fingers circled around his nipples, which became visibly harder. “I want to be nice again, too.”
I gasped. Sweat ran down my forehead. That was almost more than I could take.
“The meal, I have to finish that first?”
It was a clever attempt to keep my lust out of my voice. I didn't succeed. How could I? I wanted this boy. Now? No, it wasn't possible. I wanted to take my time for our first time. Now it would have been just a quickie, as loaded as I was.
Don't you like me?
I risked a quick glance. By now he was only wearing his shorts. The bulge was hard to miss.
“Please?” I stammered. Now it was too much. I turned off the stove. We could eat later.
I slowly approached him. He pulled the waistband of his shorts down a bit further. My God, he was totally shaved. I took his hand, which he held out to me. My brain shut down, a second heart was pounding in my pants. He pulled me onto the couch, and with a quick movement my sweater was off. His lips approached my chest and I felt his tongue on my nipples. They were already hard and firm.
“Timmy, you're driving me crazy!” I gasped, finding it hard to speak.
“No, I'm just borrowing him for a little while,” I heard him say from downstairs. He unbuttoned my jeans and his hand slid into my shorts. There it was. His hand closed around my shaft. It was so warm and tender. Involuntarily, I moaned. I closed my eyes and leaned back. He let go briefly and his hand suddenly felt so wet. I opened my eyes. It wasn't his hand. I saw his head buried in my lap, as he slowly bobbed up and down. His tongue gently but firmly caressed the tip of my cock. With light pressure, his lips massaged the shaft.
“Timmy, slow down, I can't.” Oooh? it was already too late. All my fuses blew. I felt my body tremble, and everything went black. An incredible tingling sensation spread in my loins and slowly traveled upward. I writhed under the tender embrace of his lips until the hot juice shot out of me.
And it reacted! It took me in as far as it could, and began to suck. Every drop ran down its throat. It gurgled like a contented baby and looked up at me, smiling.
“I hope you liked it,” it said, suddenly quite shy.
I gasped for air. ”Incredible. That was fantastic. You were fantastic!
Wow. I wouldn't have believed it myself. But you? You taste fantastic.
No one's ever said that either.
All idiots! He grinned. “Please help me.” He looked at his shorts. “They already hurt!”
He didn't need to say it twice. I pulled it up carefully and kissed him. My lips wandered lower. Over his chin, his neck, his chest, I nibbled carefully on his nipples. He purred, his hand stroked my neck. I smelled his skin and took in his great scent.
My tongue traveled further over his abs, which trembled with excitement, his sweet navel. With a flick of the wrist, his shorts were out of the way and my tongue had a clear path to his shaved balls. They were large and strong, his cock well shaped and curved minimally upwards. He was quite well endowed, I noted with satisfaction, slightly above the normal average.
Timmy dug his claws into the couch and breathed hissingly while my tongue worked him. His moans grew louder.
Now I wanted to taste him. My lips glided over his hard piece. The taste of his tip was indescribable. The first drops were already there. His whole body twitched, his hips almost threw themselves at me. The warm, hard shaft slid up and down under my lips while my tongue swirled nimbly over the tender head.
I put a finger in his mouth, which he immediately sucked and sucked. I took the now wet finger back and pulled it through his smooth, hairless furrow between the beautifully crisp buttocks. There was my goal, his tight warm hole. At the touch, he winced briefly, but then leaned back relaxed. But my finger was dry again.
“Stay like that! Don't move!”
I jumped up and ran into the bedroom, reaching for the tube of lubricant on the shelf. I thoroughly lubricated my finger and returned.
Timmy looked at me expectantly. I smiled at him and buried my head in his lap again. His cock was throbbing and as hard as granite. My finger found its target again and this time I let it slide in slowly. A deep, throaty sound from Tim made me freeze.
“No, further!” he gasped. I slowly pushed the finger in further until it wouldn't go any more. I slowly pulled it back and forward again. I added a second finger to help.
His breathing became more rapid, his groans louder. With a final struggle and a scream, my mouth was filled. His sweet juice filled me up. It tasted devilishly good. I greedily sucked it all up.
Phew. Timmy? You taste amazing. It was hard for me to talk.
He was still gasping for air. “That was the best thing I've ever experienced. But could you maybe take your fingers out now?” He grinned.
“Yeah, sure, right away!“ His wish was my command.
“But it felt really cool. Maybe you could do it with your ‘other’ finger.” He looked embarrassed and blushed slightly.
“Gladly, if that's what you want. But there's no reason to blush.“ We held each other.
“Do you want to join me in the shower?” He nodded. I got two large towels for us and we were already in the small bathroom.
The cold water made us both scream this time. (I know I'll learn how to do this someday too.)
We gently soaped each other up. Suddenly his hands went around me, cupped my ass and he pulled me towards him. We melted into a long kiss under the warm water.
After a wonderful but much too short eternity, we left the shower and dried each other.
“I really have to go to my place and get some fresh clothes. I can't keep this on all weekend.“ Timmy pointed to the pile of his clothes on the floor.
“Who said anything about keeping it on?” I grinned.
“Come on! I'd like to wear something fresh on Monday.”
“How long will you need?” I asked, with a hint of reasonable resignation.
“Eh, about 20 minutes there, 20 packing and 20 back. Hour.”
“Okay, a suggestion: get your clothes, and when you're back there will be something to eat?”
Okay. If I wasn't so hungry, I would ask you to come with me. But... he put his hand on his naked stomach and rubbed it. He made a pitiful face.
I nodded. I feel the same way. I don't like the fact that you'll be gone for an hour. But at least I get to cook. Hopefully I can salvage something.
He winked. “Now don't act like I forced you. You came to me of your own free will.”
I had to laugh. ”Yes, as free as a moth flies into a candle. Compared to you, the sirens are a boring party trick from ancient times.”
He blushed. “You're exaggerating?” I gave him a slap on the bare bottom. “Get out of here. Otherwise it will take too long for you to get back here!”
He looked offended. ‘All right!’ Then he got dressed. If you can call it that. He left his shorts and went straight for his jeans.
“That's a sin!“ I exclaimed.
“Take my confession!” We laughed, and the throbbing in my abdomen returned.
“Oh Timmy, if you go on like this, I'll be walking on eggshells starting tomorrow.”
“How come?” he asked, looking sanctimonious.
“Because I want you permanently, always, every second.”
He blushed slightly. “Ditto.” He said and pulled his shirt over. “You'll still have to be patient about that.”
I nodded. ‘Unfortunately yes.”
“I'll hurry, okay?”
“Yes? I already miss you.’ He kissed me. ”Me too.”
Then he was already out the door.
I picked up the phone and dialed.
Gansbach.
Hi Andy!
Hey Marcel! What's up? You sound so happy! A dirty giggle from his side.
You won't believe it, but I actually got a visitor yesterday!
No kidding. In my opinion, a pretty good visitor, hehe.
As if a hetero guy like you could judge that?
Now you're doing me wrong. You fags also say that you recognize a pretty woman when you see one, right?
Okay, 1-0 for you. I forgot that normal heterosexuals rarely admit that another guy looks good.
Normal heterosexuals don't sleep with people like you, either. Gulp, that's it.
You're pretty mean.
But fair play to him! There was a pause, he was about to laugh his head off.
He came back, chuckling: “But seriously, how was it?
Bingo!
Huh?
Well, Timmy, that's his name. Bull's eye. It knocked me out of my shoes. A stunner. My dream. I'm totally smitten.
Really? I wished it for you so much. He looks really cute for a guy. You have good taste. But so does he.
I blushed. “Thanks. I'm not used to hearing words like that from you at all!”
“Well deserved! And besides, you're wrong. I keep telling you that.”
“Sigh.”
“Uh, I'm about to congratulate you, but I don't know if it's mutual.”
It is. Thank heavens, he feels the same way.
Men, breathe easy! The “poacher” is on a leash!
Ass.
Thanks, anytime. Hey, I still have to go. Do you think we can do something today? The three of us?
Three? Cori still away?
? Yep. See you Tuesday,? ooh. That's going to be a damn long time.??
Oh dear. And something like that with a hormonal bombshell like you???
No way. I still have my five friends.??
Okay, I think that's fine.?
Okay, I'll call you later. Ciao!
Bye Andy, and thanks for everything.
Always at your service! I bow down!
* CLICK *
He was gone.
On my way to the kitchen, I passed the mirror and giggled. Cooking naked is not good, I thought, and then I got dressed. I had completely forgotten that.
I put my semi-dry white wine in the fridge and went to work. Apparently the short interruption hadn't spoiled the food. Then it was time to set the table. I took my good holiday dinner set out of the cupboard, lit a few candles and put some romantic music on the CD player.
Exactly one hour after Timmy left, dinner was ready. I stood by the window and waited.
Sure enough, he was just around the corner. I went to the door and pressed the buzzer. The front door rattled and someone came rushing upstairs.
I opened the door and Timmy flew into my arms. “I missed you!”
“Me too.” Kiss. “Dinner's ready.”
Okay. Just give me a minute.“ Timmy went to the front door and picked something up off the floor. He had his overnight bag in one hand and was holding the other hidden behind his back.
“For you!” He held out a wonderful bouquet of flowers.
“Thank you. I'll go find a vase right away. The bouquet would look wonderful on the dining room table.”
He looked into the living room: “You've set the table nicely.”
“Only the best for you, as I said earlier.”
I went to the kitchen and looked for a suitable vase. It was quickly found, a little water in it and it was already on the table. Yes, the bouquet looked much better than this slightly dusty, plastic flower arrangement.
Sit down, I'll bring the food.
He went to the table. I arranged a few croquettes on our plates, added vegetables, meat and sauce. It looked quite passable.
Marcel, it smells great!
I called back, “I hope it tastes good too!”
I have no doubts.
Thanks for the trust. But would you pay in the restaurant before the meal?
It depends on the restaurant. The ones I can afford do it that way,?
?Ugh, disgraceful fast food disciple.?
?Then show me the world without fast food.?
I entered the living room. Be careful what you wish for, it might come true.
He smiled. I certainly hope so. At least the wishes that concern you.
I put the plates down and kissed him on the forehead. I'll be happy to fulfill those.
Shortly thereafter, we were sitting next to each other and eating.
“Wow, that was really delicious.”
“The kitchen thanks you.”
“I thank the kitchen. I'll pay right away.”
I didn't even have the chance to look at him crookedly when I felt his hand on the back of my neck and his tongue in my mouth. With my eyes closed, I was just happy.
“I can't give change for that,” I groaned when the kiss ended.
“The rest is a tip.”
That could still be fun. As far as words were concerned, he was my equal.
“We're going out tonight. Andy would like to meet us today. Or doesn't that suit you?”
Why not? I have to thank him too. Without him, I would never have shown up here. And I would have blamed myself for the rest of my life.
And rightly so, in my opinion.
He nodded in agreement.
Then everything is clear! I said and kissed him.
The End?
I looked at my watch and swore. I had once again left the office a little late and I could already see the train leaving in my mind's eye. Especially on a Friday, I didn't like that at all. I was still 900 meters and at least 30 degrees Celsius away from the train station (well, maybe not really 30 below zero? I tend to exaggerate when it's cold).
Ahead of me lay a “great” weekend. With total solitude and loneliness. No party in sight, and my dream prince was still a long time coming. Because even in the year 01, dream princes don't come with a catalog (to be honest, in some mail-order catalogs there are one or two eye-catchers, but no, that's too pathetic).
But maybe I should introduce myself first. My name is Marcel, I'm 21 years old, 187 centimeters tall and weigh a mere 74 kilograms. I have medium-length blonde hair and almost dark blue eyes. I usually keep fit by doing judo, but unfortunately I haven't had the time or inclination to do so in the last three weeks. At least my actually quite good figure hasn't suffered from that yet.
?
After a quick glance at my watch, I started the final sprint. Then I saw the train, closer than I would have liked? so I had to run a little faster. I sprinted up the stairs to the platform and scurried through the closing doors. Just in time. I looked around disgruntled and spotted an empty group of four. I collapsed into the seat, the cold air still burning in my lungs. “Don't be such a wimp!” I thought to myself. Apparently I thought this too loudly, because someone giggled behind me.
Now just home and then it's quiet. Somehow that didn't build me up either. Bored, I let my gaze wander.
Suddenly it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I looked up again and there it was, or rather, there he was! Maybe two meters away from me? How could I have missed him before? Dark blond hair, mysterious eyes that were easy to drown in (simply saying “blue” wouldn't do them justice) and a slim, well-formed face.
He was absorbed in a book, I couldn't see the title (art piece, I wasn't really interested in that at the moment). Now and then a charming smile played around his thin lips. Charming? Oh man, I was smitten. Dreamy, I continued to watch him. A clearing of the throat. I didn't notice it. Another cough, this time so loud that I looked up in fright.
An old “lady” was standing at the door, apparently about to get off, watching me intently, following my gaze and glaring at me angrily. I blushed slightly and admonished myself to pay more attention to the gawking (and prayed that the lady wouldn't make a scene with comments like “in my day, people like you?”). The hunk had also turned curiously to the granny, followed her gaze and looked at me. Spontaneously, I shrugged and acted completely surprised, although inside I was trembling with excitement. But what business was it of this witch's anyway, who I was looking at? He smiled at me briefly and then sank back into his book. I was blown away.
The old woman actually got off at the next station, glared at me venomously again, but remained quiet. I guess I was lucky.
I tried to concentrate and risked a quick glance from time to time. I tried to imagine what he looked like under his jacket. Slowly, I felt certain stirrings below my belt?
A quick glance out the window showed me that we were still at the station where the old woman had gotten off. Reality had me back for a moment. I looked at the clock and groaned. If we didn't leave quickly, I could forget about my connection bus. No sooner thought than done: the doors closed and the train started moving.
I looked at the cutie again and our eyes met. Hmmm? No, right? But his eyes moved away from me, out the window and back to his book. It would have been too good to be true. After the next stop, I looked around and saw that only the two of us were left in the car.
My heart was pounding, but he seemed to be ignoring me completely. Next stop? End of the line. Well, bravo! My bus was already there with the engine running. Totally fixated on this bus, I ran to the door and opened the door of the tram after it stopped and dashed off. Done. I reached into my jacket to take out my ticket.
The bag was empty. Like all the others. It was enough to make you weep. The wallet with the ticket, driver's license (not that I needed it at the moment) and ID was gone. Annoyed, I reached into my sweet pocket and took out my wallet, told the driver my destination and paid.
As I reached my seat, the bus pulled out. Only now did I remember the cute boy again. I looked out the window and saw him looking around, seemingly searching. Probably being picked up, I thought. Frustrated, I closed my eyes and daydreamed a little.
His face emerged from the darkness, his dreamlike smile as he looked at me after the old hag had cleared her throat. A voice rang in my ear and the dream dissolved.
“Next stop: Hochbergstrasse!”, the driver's voice echoed through the loudspeakers.
Oops, 20 minutes of the ride are already over? I pressed the button. Shortly thereafter, the bus came to a hissing halt. I was the last passenger and called out to the driver, “Have a nice evening!” “Thank you, the same to you,” he called back. “Thank you,” I mumbled, “I won't have it, I thought to myself.
Not even five minutes later, I closed the door to my apartment and called out, “Hello! I'm home!” Of course, there was no answer, since no one lives here but me. (Note: my favorite target for my pronounced sense of sarcasm and irony is... me.)
I dragged myself to the bathroom and decided to take a hot shower to warm up. I took off my suit (work clothes!) and marched to the shower. On the way, I passed the mirror and stopped briefly. I looked at myself, looked sadly into my eyes and thought to myself that I'm not really ugly. What the heck? it escaped my lips a little louder. The next moment I was in the shower and turned on the water. Damn! I shouted. The fact that this shower needs a moment to get warm had probably slipped my mind. But then it got warm and I lost myself under the water jet.
<< DING DONG >>
That can't be right? the doorbell disturbed me severely. “Just a moment,” I called. I turned off the water and fished for my towel.
<< DING DONG >>
?JAAAAAAAA!!!? Now I was shouting. Apparently I had no time to lose and I wrapped myself in my towel, stormed to the door. “Whoever that is, they're in for a surprise,” it flashed through my mind. I opened the door and? froze.
I closed my eyes for a moment and opened them again. But he was still there. Yes, it was him. The dream of the S-Bahn. I felt his gaze on me and blushed.
“Yes?” I stammered.
He answered quietly and with a heavenly voice: “Eh? Sorry if I'm interrupting something, but?” He fell silent and fumbled with his jacket pocket. Shortly thereafter, he held a small brown case in his hand.
“Mine?” I began, and he nodded immediately. ‘But how?’ (Great Marcel, why don't you just act like a complete idiot?)
“It was on the train. And your ID, the address is in there?“ he finished my attempt at a question. I accepted the wallet. I actually found the strength for a whole sentence:
“Thank you very much. Can I return the favor with a coffee?” I asked and put the find in my back pocket. Wait, back pocket? It was too late. The towel stretched and followed the laws of Mr. Newton.
“Eh no, I have to go again. Ciao!” he called and hurried away. You could also say that he ran. I stood frozen, thanking the wonderful force of gravity and the gentleman ‘up there’ because he seemed to enjoy torturing me with embarrassing situations.
Suddenly I woke up from my stupor and slammed the door. “Quiet down there,” it sounded from the floor above. This is all pointless, I thought and marched back into the bathroom. At least I wanted to finish the shower.
It didn't take long and I was done. I thought back to what I had experienced and gave myself a mental slap in the face. I reached for the bathrobe, pulled it on and marched into the living room to savor my self-irony again. Shortly thereafter, JBO was booming out of the speakers?
Today is a good day to die,
life has no meaning.
The gods want to spoil my fun,
I'm not allowed any pleasure?
Not that I'm a big fan of the band, but I just couldn't help it. Just like the phone, which apparently couldn't resist ringing just at that moment.
I answered: 'District Crematorium Frankfurt'.
A short hesitation on the line, “Yes, Piet?t Gansbach here, the pickup is delayed a bit.”
“Hello Andreas?”
A giggle on the other side... ‘What did you think?’ You're in a bad mood, aren't you? I'm sorry, but Cori had to go and that's why I'm picking you up in just under half an hour. I know I was supposed to come a quarter of an hour ago. Sorry.
Now I was brooding. Why did he want to get me? Then it occurred to me. Cinema. We all wanted to go to the movies.
“Shit,” I hissed.
“I said I was sorry, didn't I?”
“Uh, sorry, Andy, that was more for me.”
You forgot? He laughed uproariously.
I cleared my throat. Oh, just a little. Not my day today. But let's continue this later. After all, I only have half an hour to get dressed.
Okay, hurry up.” I could see his stupid grin right in front of me. Before we hung up, I heard him start whistling. ”Today's a good day to die.”
Aha, so he had noticed. Then I could prepare myself for an interesting interrogation.
A brief explanation, in case anyone is wondering who Andreas is: I have known Andreas for almost exactly 13 years and we have always been best friends. I could always tell him everything.
And with him? I even had my “first time”. We were both 14 and kind of curious. His and my parents had arranged to go to the theater together. And we were supposed to stay at my house. My mom had specially prepared the couch. Well, being kids, we weren't quite so well-behaved, throwing a “wild party for two”.
And my daddy had made the worst mistake of all mistakes: he hadn't locked the bar. First of all, we got to work on that weird blue stuff that neither of us could pronounce at the time? We called it “Blue Coolesau” after the first few glasses.
The next thing we knew, we were lying in bed, pretty inebriated. Andreas asked if I had ever done it to myself. Drunk as I was, I answered “Yes.” “Me too,” he replied. “I wonder what it would be like to have someone else do it,” he murmured.
We agreed quite quickly and we were naked in bed. A glance down, we both had quite a boner. Disinhibited as we were, we were each soon holding the other's cock in our hands.
I don't want to go into further detail now, but the big mess wasn't long in coming.
Apparently, for me, this was also the big turning point in my life at the time.
It wasn't particularly romantic or very sentimental, but it was something I had wanted from Andreas for several months. Okay, I had a crush on him. I told him that a little later. His reaction surprised me when he said that it wouldn't be a problem.
At that moment, he came out as straight. He was pretty sure about that, and to this day I have had no reason to doubt it. And we didn't repeat it either. Only the bond remained.
29 minutes later, I was just slipping into my shoes, the doorbell rang. I looked again in the mirror. The white jeans fit? too tight *grins*. My ass? It's showing off. My black shirt fits like a glove, like a second skin. Muscles are emphasized favorably, fat pads? *uff* not yet in sight. My hair is almost perfect. Only one strand that cheekily jumps in my forehead. It looks kind of cute.
And again the doorbell rings. Okay, I was ready, almost in record time. And Andreas came to the door annoyed.
“It's cold outside?” he grumbled as he came up the stairs. Then he saw me and stopped. A grin spread across his face.
“Just because you know that Cori isn't here today, you have no right to try and seduce me!” he said, laughing. I just looked at him, bewildered.
He came closer and whispered something in my ear. “If you ignore the sad look in your eyes, you look really strong.” “Thanks,” I breathed back, gave him a peck on the cheek and then took him in my arms.
“Hey, not so rough! Better save your energy for all the cute guys who are guaranteed to chase after you today.”
When he smiles, you just have to go weak at the knees. I haven't even mentioned that Andreas is really quite dashing, is he? He's still only 20 years old, 190 cm tall, with short black hair styled into a cheeky quiff, emerald green eyes that make you dream, a sweet, narrow mouth and such a sweet little dimple on his chin.
And he had been keeping his body fit for years with swimming and karate, wonderfully defined muscles. What he never wanted to tell me was whether he shaved his body or whether he was really so hairless by nature. For me it was nature. But now, please, no doubts, I was over him, mostly.
“I appreciate your trust,” I said, ‘but why should the day end better than it started?”
“Well, you know the saying, ’Don't knock the day before evening'?”
“Nah, I don't know that saying for sure.”
He grinned again. ”Now, jokes aside. What's the matter with you today? You look as if the world were coming to an end.?
“Not now,” I replied. ‘Let's postpone it. Which movie are we watching?”
Andy's grin faded a bit. ’I think we'd better skip the movie for today and sit down somewhere. It's so hard to talk in a movie theater.”
“Ass, that's exactly why I want to go there.”
With mock anger, he glared at me. “No back talk, the movies are off for today!!!”
“Yes, Dad?” I tried to pout. Then he jumped at me, “threw” me on the couch and in the next moment I felt his hands all over me, with the intention of tickling me.
I was breathless and struggling for air, completely defenseless. I must have been the most ticklish person on earth. After what felt like years, he let me go.
“On your feet, move it!”
His command had me saluting, “Yes, SIR!” Still laughing, we got into his car and drove off.
I was curious.
Where are we going?
Surprise.
Unfair!
Be a good co-driver and keep quiet.
So I stuck out my tongue at him, but kept quiet. Soon after, we entered Frankfurt. And somehow the place seemed very familiar to me, too.
Andy soon found a parking lot and we went to one of my favorite pubs, the “Big Apple”. (Note: Connoisseurs of the Frankfurt scene will know that there is no pub with this name. But somehow it has something to do with the New York district, after which the place is actually named).
We found a seat right away. The waiter pranced up and Andreas ordered. “A Coke for me, and the sweet one there, he smiled at me, can definitely use a good wheat beer.”
I smiled back. Shortly thereafter, we had what we wanted. Andy now seemed more serious. Marcel, kid, what's going on now? I sighed.
I told him. Starting with the train, the stupid old woman, the sweet grin, the angelic face. And then the loss of the wallet.
“Oh shit,” he said.
I wasn't finished yet. I came home and jumped in the shower. The doorbell rang twice. I ran to the door with a towel around my hips and opened it. And there he was!?
But the way you look, something must have gone wrong?
I told him about my grammatical design flaws and the crucial moment of delivery.
I paused, took a sip of beer and reported on the “sweet pocket”.
Andy looked at me in disbelief, I nodded briefly and tears shot into his eyes from LAUGHTER!
Toxic, not played this time, I looked over at him.
He fell silent immediately. “Sorry, but that sounds too funny.”
“Do you think so? I don't know.” I'll summarize: my dream guy is at my door. I open it, only in a towel. He brings something back to me and I want to invite him in for a cup of coffee.
I make a mistake, stand naked in front of him, so embarrassed that I don't even think about where he might have looked at me to have any hope left. He runs away in panic, even though it's not that bad. I was only naked, right? Slowly my eyes became wet.
Andy took my hand, “Hey, it's okay. And if you want, you can let out your frustration. But... don't you think the guy's reaction was a bit strange? Maybe he was just overwhelmed by you, panicked about falling in love with you, if he hadn't already, and now dreams of you, still wondering whether you're gay or straight.
I looked at him in disbelief and sobbed, “I wish I had your imagination. Him, falling in love with me? But even if he did, I don't know anything about him. No name, no idea where he lives. Nothing.”
He squeezed my hand tighter
“Don't hide your light under a bushel.” Well, if I were gay, you sweetheart, he laughed at me sweetly, ”but seriously, Cori told me that she thinks you're totally sexy, too, and a couple of her friends have secretly got a crush on you.”
Great. So I've got a lot to look forward to?
No, really not,” Andy laughed.
Cori told me about a discussion. The topic was you a little later. One of the chicks then said (Andy changed his voice and gestured like a posh chick): ‘But it doesn't matter anyway. Guys like him are either taken or gay.’ (From now on again in a normal tone of voice)
Cori then started laughing. The girl then nodded smugly: “I knew it, Marcel has a girlfriend.” Cori then told me that she had a hard time getting out the words “but gay” through her laughing fit.
“Great, and I love this kind of outing so much.”
Don't worry, little one. The girls were visibly moved, a bit sad, you heartbreaker, but agreed that at least they could still dream about you.
I yawned, “Blah blah blah. And what does that mean?” Oh dear, my head was completely empty and I didn't even blush. Somehow I was completely out of it.
Have you gone stupid? Look in the mirror, man. You're just a handsome guy!
I blushed. Not because of what, well, maybe because of it, he had told me, but how. It wasn't very discreet and definitely not quiet. The waiter looked at me and winked.
As if on cue, a guy floated over. Not bad-looking at all, obviously interested. “Is this seat taken?” He pointed to the free seat next to me.
“Yes.” Was Andy going to freak out completely now?
Now I put on my ‘bitch walk.’ ”No. My buddy was wrong about that.”
“Don't be like that. He looks cute, doesn't he?”
Excuse me? I glared at Andy. “Why don't you go get him yourself?”
But the guy had already stormed off, offended. I thought I heard him mutter ‘asshole,’ while Andy discreetly ignored my comment and put his hand on my shoulder comfortingly.
I buried my head in my hands and shook it in disbelief. “Thanks, are you having fun driving the blush of shame into the faces of little innocent queers?
You and innocent? You even seduced and successfully satisfied your best heterosexual friend, didn't you?”
He grinned, damn dirty. It looked kind of cute. I could never stay mad at him for long.
“I didn't seduce you!!! It was the alcohol's fault.”
“Oh, am I so ugly that you have to get drunk first?” And again his nasty grin.
Now we both had to laugh, and it felt so good.
He took me in his arms. “Everything will be fine,” he whispered in my ear.
I looked around a bit, hoping to see at least a few friendly faces, but the thoughts of the unknown prince made everything else fade away. We sat around chatting for quite a while and ordered a few more drinks. Andy didn't leave my side anymore and nobody, except for the waiter, bothered us more. Fortunately, the handsome guy who held me so lovingly in his arms seemed to be a deterrent enough. That suited me very well.
Shortly after this realization, we finished our drinks, paid (Andreas paid) and drove to my place.
“You're being awfully quiet.“ Andreas looked over at me briefly.
“Yeah? Did you ever notice that I don't know his name or where he lives?”
“And?”
“What, and?”
“Yeah, what's the problem?”
“That I don't know anything about him?” I sounded a little annoyed, even though I felt sorry.
“Hey, hey kid, slow down. I'm aware of that. But you know my theory that he might have fallen in love with this incredibly handsome guy after all. He knows where you live, and I'll bet you anything: you'll see him again!?”
“And what do I have to do with this handsome guy?”
That's what you call “fishing for compliments”.
? Hey you!? he didn't get more than that. I laughed uproariously.?
Ass!? I heard and felt a rough nudge in the ribs.?
You deserved that! Now get out of here! So you finally get into bed and forget the nonsense while sleeping!? he smiled at me so sweetly again? I couldn't speak again.
“Thanks, I will. And again? Thanks for the evening. Sleep well.“ I blew him a kiss on the cheek.
“You too. You're welcome.” And he kissed me on the forehead.
I waved briefly as he got out and made his way to the kebab shop across the street, and went to the door.
In the apartment, I looked at the clock, it was only 10 p.m.? What the heck, I'll go to bed earlier tonight.
No sooner said than done, after a quick stop in the bathroom for the hygienic necessities, I was ready. I lay down in bed and turned off the light. But despite my best efforts, I couldn't even think about falling asleep. I decided to pay a little attention to little Marcel.
I thought of the dream hunk and little Marcel looked at me willingly. My hand slid over my stomach, into my shorts and embraced the warm sign of my excitement. Slowly my hand slid along the shaft and?
<<>>
What the fuck! Who the hell is bothering me at this time of night? Every feeling of horniness had vanished, I put on a robe and went to the door. Whoever it was should be prepared for something. I opened the door and? staggered backwards. No, please pinch me. He was standing in front of me again and looked embarrassed. What, I mean,?h?Hi? My ability to communicate left something to be desired.
“Hi. Is the invitation still valid?”
“What? What invitation?”
“Coffee?” (oh, that voice)
“Uh, sure, can it be tea?”
“Black?”
“Sure. Come in. I'm Marcel.”
“I know
I idiot! Of course he knew.
“Tim.”
“Please?
That's my name. He hesitated. My friends call me Timmy.
Okay, I was just about to make a complete fool of myself. But I was also really nervous. The boy was driving me crazy.
Okay, Tim. What are you actually doing here?
Call me Timmy. He looked at me sweetly.
Oh right, Timmy, sorry.
So, this is a weird story. I was sitting in the kebab shop opposite for a while. Half an hour ago, around 10, a guy came in. He ordered something and was just about to leave, but then came to me. He asked if I knew Marcel.
I asked him who he meant,
He said: 'The Marcel whose living room window you've been staring at the whole time!'
I swallowed. Timmy had been staring at my window?
He continued:
'The guy then introduced himself as Andreas, and said he was a friend of yours. We talked the whole time. Somehow I immediately trusted him. I felt safe enough to tell him things I wouldn't tell anyone else. In the end, he advised me to leave the store as quickly as possible and go to you... to clarify a few things.”
Well, Andreas? Thanks, man. The guy really sees everything.
Andreas is my best friend, right. And what did you talk about, if I may ask?
Well, I told him something and wanted to know how certain people would react to certain things.
Please, can you be a bit more specific?
So, I told him that the last time I confessed my love to a boy, the doctors had to do a good job to put me back together again. He advised me to give it a try, at least that wouldn't happen this time.
I sat there, speechless. A lump in my throat. I looked at him in disbelief.
“Well, I told him that I fell for you on the train today, but otherwise I'm actually really shy. And I think I'd better go now.”
He stood up and walked towards the door.
“No!” My voice sounded incredibly firm and free. No comparison to my knees, which were shaking like leaves in the wind. Tim turned around questioningly. I smiled at him.
“It seems Andy didn't tell you everything. Otherwise you would know, Timmy, you're not the only one who fell for me on the train!”
He smiled at me, no, it wasn't a smile! It was as if heaven had sent its most beautiful angel to beam at me.
With a few smooth movements, he quickly approached me and? tripped over a runner and flew (not exactly like an angel *hihi*) in my direction.
I caught him and took him in my arms. My lips sought his and found them. Our tongues gently dipped in and explored each other. His kiss took my senses. His hand slid under my robe, touching the naked skin of my chest. It felt like little electric discharges that tingled through my whole body. And yet he was so endlessly tender. I was no longer able to move, I leaned back and enjoyed his hands, his lips and the play of our tongues.
Somehow I managed to take off his jacket and slid my hand under his sweater. Delicate, velvety skin awaited me. I couldn't feel a single hair on his chest. His stomach was smooth and firm.
His blue eyes looked at me and his look made me quite dizzy. “You are insanely beautiful!”, I whispered in his ear.
“You too?”
A tear ran down his cheek.
“Do you have something?”
“No, I'm just incredibly happy!” he replied.
“Me too, Timmy. Me too. Do you have to leave today?”
No Marcel. I can stay. Now that I have found my dream, I won't let go of it so quickly. He smiled.
That's what I wanted to hear. Hey, it's not supposed to be an invitation, but maybe we should change rooms? I held out my hand.
Okay. I'll go anywhere if you're with me.
I led him into the bedroom, took off my coat and sat down on the bed in my shorts.
“Come here.”
Timmy took off all his clothes except for his shirt and shorts and snuggled up to me in bed. I looked deep into his eyes and he seemed a little embarrassed.
“What's the matter?”
“Well, I've never been with another person before?”
Really? Seeing you like this, it's hard to believe.?
Do you think so? But it's true. And you??
To say that it's the same for me would be a lie. But I haven't really had a real relationship either. They were more of these “one evening, one night, one morning” stories. Nothing that makes you happy in the long run.?
Oh.?
But let's change the subject. I don't really like talking about it.
He nodded.
Timmy?
Yes?
Don't worry. I have a different feeling about you. When I hold you in my arms, I don't want to let go.
He smiled happily at me.
One question was still burning: “How old are you, actually? My age, 21, is indirectly in the passport?”
“That's right. I looked it up, too. That's why you're four years older than me.”
“Seventeen years old?” Now I was a bit surprised. He seemed older to me.
“Yes?” His voice sounded uncertain. ”Is that a problem for you?”
“I don't think so! Don't worry about it.”
Four years, my God, so what? In a few years, no one would even notice, and I didn't feel that old inside.
He sighed with relief and gave me a tender kiss. When our lips touched, I felt that tingling sensation all over again. After that, I could become addicted; no, I already was. I had fallen for him completely.
So we lay there, stroking each other's hair and gazing into each other's eyes.
But then? then the long day took its toll. With the feeling of security in his arms, I fell asleep in an almost unforgivable bliss.
***
Tim looked at the sleeping face of Marcel. He looked peaceful like a baby. He was happy and content with the world.
This time, his confession of love had not fallen on deaf ears, this time no fists pelted down on him in unruly rage, as it had a year ago, when he confessed his love to his former best friend.
He would never have thought that he had such a hatred for gays. But that was now over, the chapter finally belonged to the past. Blissfully he stroked the hair of his lover, until he was seized by a deep slumber.
***
8 o'clock. My eyes fell on my alarm clock. Too early for a Saturday. So? I swallowed, my bed was empty.
None of the clothes that Timmy had put on the floor were still visible.
Had my mind played a nasty trick on me? Maybe I had fallen asleep after all and the doorbell had only sounded in a dream?
No sweet nothings, no endlessly tender caresses? Or maybe it was all there, but when I fell asleep he might have been disappointed and left?
The questions tortured me. A scream escaped my throat. And suddenly a blond head and body rushed into my bedroom.
“Marcel, is something wrong, are you in pain?“ He looked at me with concern.
I shook my head, visibly relieved.
“Just a moment, I've just made breakfast. I'll be right there!” He smiled.
He was still there! I sank back into the pillow. Thank God.
And there he came in with a tray. You have a pretty intuitive kitchen, I found everything almost right away. But your scream, what was going on?
I blushed. Uh, I was... I found the bed empty, and??
And you had doubts as to whether it all happened?
? Kind of, yes. Another possibility was that you left, disappointed because I fell asleep??
Silly! ? he smiled at me. ?I watched you sleep for a while. You seem so relaxed and happy. It looked good on you. On the train, you looked so serious and determined.?
Where did you get the bread rolls? I didn't give you any, did I?
From the baker around the corner. Don't be cross with me, but I rummaged through your things a bit looking for the key. Didn't want to lock myself out. Otherwise I would have had to wake you up.
Is it okay? I reached for his hand. It all looks very tasty. But please don't scare me like that next time!?
I pulled him down to me after he had placed the tray on the bedside table and pressed my lips to his. His tongue pushed through my lips and played with mine.
Then he pulled back: “Go on, eat! You need energy for the day!?
Okay, I gladly complied with the request. It not only looked delicious, it tasted good too. We fed each other. Sometimes he held out a bun for me to bite off, then I did the same. When everything was gone, I felt full and completely happy.
Timmy, I now know that you are 17, but nothing else. I would really like to learn more about you.
There's not much, really.
If you don't want to, it's okay. Maybe you'd like to later?
No, it's not that. I don't want to burden you with anything. It hasn't always been sunshine and roses.
Timmy, no one has only experienced good things. And if a love can't take something like that, then it's not worth it.
Do you really love me?
That was a good question. And certainly not easy to answer, since I hardly knew him.
I was silent for a moment. For that, I got a sad look from the angel next to me.
Timmy, please don't take it the wrong way. I feel a very special connection to you. Your looks intoxicate me. Your warm voice touches my heart. You are a dream. Affectionate, loving. You give me a sense of security. When you leave the room, I immediately miss your presence. I'm in love with you, hopelessly in love. But love must first develop.?
His eyes were wet, but he nodded. “No one has ever said anything like that to me before.” His voice sounded shaky?so honest. And it was the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. And I feel that I can trust you.”
His voice cracked, and he cried.
I pulled his back to my chest, put my head on his shoulder and held him tight.
“You must think I'm a real crybaby.”
“Sweet little nutcase,” I said, wiping away a few tears myself.
I don't know if it was 10, 20 minutes or more that we spent like that. We were silent and held on to each other.
“All right.” Timmy took heart. ‘I've known I was gay for about two years.’ I then told my father, I was living with him alone at the time because my mother had died five years earlier. His reaction was unexpected for me. I thought he was more tolerant than he actually was. To cut a long story short, he beat me up and then threw me out of the apartment. A neighbor called an ambulance back then.”
He sobbed. “I had a few broken bones, arm, shoulders and stuff. But inside, it hurt a lot more.”
I held him tighter.
The youth welfare office received a call from the doctor who treated me at the time. Shortly afterwards, I received a visit from Klaus, a social worker from the youth welfare office. I told him the story. Everything. He ultimately made sure that I was placed in a home, away from my father. The next year went quite well. I met Markus at the home.
He became my best friend and we did a lot of things together. Slowly I fell in love with him. It took a while, but then I took heart and told him.
At that moment everything changed. Markus pushed me away, shouted at me, insulted me.
That evening I cried myself to sleep.
In the morning there was a note on the door:
“Tim,
we have to talk.
Come to the park behind the mini-golf course at 8:00 p.m. tonight.”
Markus?
I felt hope and better. I was looking forward to the evening.
Tim trembled. “In the park, I saw Markus. He looked at me. But? but his eyes glistened cold, angry? hateful. “Look, here comes the little fag,” I heard him say.
Voices sounded from somewhere behind me. Mean laughs echoed through the night. Someone said, ‘Then let's show the little ass-fucker what we think of creatures like him.’ Then someone held me tight. Markus came up to me and... Tim broke off and wept bitterly.
Tears welled up in my eyes, too. I was furious at how someone could do such a thing to an angel like him, betray him like that.
“It's okay, I'm here with you. I'll take care of you.” I tried to calm him down. His eyes were red and he looked at me helplessly.
“Thanks. I almost didn't believe in things like that anymore.”
“You can count on it.”
His eyes were still filled with tears, but his voice sounded firm and sure again: “Okay.” Apart from a barrage of his fists into my face, I can't remember anything anyway. Only that I woke up in the hospital three days later. The pain was worse than the first time. It wasn't limited to broken bones either. He hesitated briefly and took off his shirt. When he raised his right arm, I saw a scar about 15 cm long. “They mistook me for a piece of wood and practiced carving,” he laughed bitterly. I pressed a cautious kiss on the scar.
But I survived it. It didn't look so good at first. I must have lost a lot of blood.”
I was shocked at the cold-bloodedness with which he now reported his “near-death experience”.
And again it was Klaus from the youth welfare office who visited me. I will never forget his compassionate look. Anyway, he placed me in a special program. I went back to a normal school, but a different one. And I no longer had to go to the home. The youth welfare office provided me with a small one-room apartment and also supported me in other ways, as far as possible. And I currently live in this apartment.
Wow, what a story. My knees were as soft as butter in the summer sun.
He looked at me questioningly. “You're so quiet. Does that change anything between us?”
I hesitated briefly and smiled at him. ‘Indeed?”
A hint of panic reflected in his eyes. ’But I...”
“Stop, I wasn't finished. Do you live alone in this apartment?”
Yes. I also have little contact with the others in the house.
Good. I want you to come to me. You've been alone long enough.
With a cry of joy, he jumped around and pushed me back into the pillows.
We should go right away and buy a few things. Today I'll cook a feast for us.
He nodded, “That sounds really good!”
“But Timmy?”
“Yeah?”
“Please put your shirt back on immediately, for God's sake. The way you're lying over me looks so damn sexy. We won't get out of here before the stores close.”
Oh, aye aye captain!? He laughed, jumped up and tried to salute. My pillow slammed into his chest. 'Up, soldier.?
That was so wonderful. After crying together earlier, we finally laughed together.
Marcel, I have to talk to my supervisors first on Monday. They want to know if I'm leaving the apartment for a while.
But of course. No problem. And now finally put something on! It was really time. My shorts were terribly tight.
I quickly jumped under the shower. This time I also hurried. I dried myself briefly and wrapped a towel around my hips. I went back to the bedroom while I rubbed my hair with another towel.
“Stay like that?”
*CLICK?Surr*
“Very sexy. That's a great picture. Marcel, do you know that you are damn photogenic?” He laughed.
“Well, thank you. I HATE photos.”
“You have no reason for that. Ever look in the mirror?”
“More often than you can imagine.”
“Vain peacock!”
I pretended to be embarrassed.
“Marcel?”
“Yeah?”
Please put something on. The way you are standing around looks damn sexy. We won't get out before closing time otherwise.
Touch. And again we both laughed.
Slowly but surely I got a sore diaphragm. Twenty minutes later (I just need some time for the hairstyle *grins*) we were actually out of the house.
On the way, he asked me to tell him something about myself, since I now knew most about him.
I told him about my coming out to my parents when I was 16, and that it went very well at the time. That I moved here from Hamburg after graduating from high school to start an apprenticeship as an IT business management assistant, and was later taken on by the company. I told him about the special relationship with Andreas (whereby he grinned and said that we should do something with Andy sometime, the secret relationship founder). And finally that I had been waiting for someone like him (Timmy) for years.
Sorry, but my life really hasn't been very spectacular so far.
No special ups or downs. A quiet life in a cold and inhospitable world.
Barely 90 minutes later, we were back at my place.
“It's a shame that people always have to do their shopping on a Saturday.” No, I'm generally not a fan of shopping. But what must be must be.
Timmy relented placatingly. “But I learned something about you. And the main thing is that we were together, right?
You have an irresistibly sweet way of seeing something positive even in annoying things.”
“You cannot KISS!”
“Pardon?” That's not very nice of you, dear Tim.
Man, that means “keep it short and simple”. I just wanted to say that you always express yourself in such a complicated way. “You're right?” would have been enough.
I tried to give him a dirty look. “Hey, I'm the smart-ass here! Let's get that straight!”
He returned the favor with a passionate kiss. “Timmy mouse, you drive me crazy.
I'll take that as a compliment.
I'm not capable of anything else towards you.”
Timmy's eyes became moist. ”You're the best thing that's happened to me in my life so far. I don't deserve you.”
You deserve only the best, you little angel. I gently licked a tear from his cheek, took him in my arms and kissed him. As we stood there, I heard the refrain of a song I had always liked:
So wander down the ancient hallway
Taking the stairs only one at a time
Follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I'm in the room at the top, you're at the end of the line
Open the door and lay down on the bed
The sun is just a ball of desire
(Meat Loaf, “Out of the frying pan?”)
“Timmy, I think I'm in love with you. I love you with all my heart and everything that goes with it.”
“I love you too.”
“Now let me cook.” I put on my cheekiest grin and took a nudge in the ribs.
“You and Andy would go well together. You're both equally brutal!” With an artfully distorted face, I rubbed my ‘so incredibly painful’ ribs. Timmy yanked up my sweater and pressed a kiss on the battered spot.
“You're a real sissy,” he said. ‘Besides, I don't want Andy at all, even though he looks really tasty too.”
I shook my head and then limited myself to a short exclamation: ’MEN!”
Then I turned around and distributed the groceries in the kitchen.
Little by little, the meal took shape. The vegetables smelled, the sirloin sizzled and the cream sauce bubbled slowly.
Timmy had retreated to the living room and watched me through the door. Whenever I turned around, he gave me provocative looks.
With a snide “Pah!”, I turned around again each time.
Then he pleaded in a sweet voice, “Please don't be mad at me anymore.”
I turned around and was about to say the appropriate thing, but I couldn't get my mouth open, or could I not get it closed?
My eyes widened at the sight that was presented to me.
He playfully let his T-shirt slide through his fingers and stretched seductively on the couch. And the bulge in his jeans was not without.
With his free hand, he slid over his cute washboard abs, playfully moving his six-pack. Then his fingers circled around his nipples, which became visibly harder. “I want to be nice again, too.”
I gasped. Sweat ran down my forehead. That was almost more than I could take.
“The meal, I have to finish that first?”
It was a clever attempt to keep my lust out of my voice. I didn't succeed. How could I? I wanted this boy. Now? No, it wasn't possible. I wanted to take my time for our first time. Now it would have been just a quickie, as loaded as I was.
Don't you like me?
I risked a quick glance. By now he was only wearing his shorts. The bulge was hard to miss.
“Please?” I stammered. Now it was too much. I turned off the stove. We could eat later.
I slowly approached him. He pulled the waistband of his shorts down a bit further. My God, he was totally shaved. I took his hand, which he held out to me. My brain shut down, a second heart was pounding in my pants. He pulled me onto the couch, and with a quick movement my sweater was off. His lips approached my chest and I felt his tongue on my nipples. They were already hard and firm.
“Timmy, you're driving me crazy!” I gasped, finding it hard to speak.
“No, I'm just borrowing him for a little while,” I heard him say from downstairs. He unbuttoned my jeans and his hand slid into my shorts. There it was. His hand closed around my shaft. It was so warm and tender. Involuntarily, I moaned. I closed my eyes and leaned back. He let go briefly and his hand suddenly felt so wet. I opened my eyes. It wasn't his hand. I saw his head buried in my lap, as he slowly bobbed up and down. His tongue gently but firmly caressed the tip of my cock. With light pressure, his lips massaged the shaft.
“Timmy, slow down, I can't.” Oooh? it was already too late. All my fuses blew. I felt my body tremble, and everything went black. An incredible tingling sensation spread in my loins and slowly traveled upward. I writhed under the tender embrace of his lips until the hot juice shot out of me.
And it reacted! It took me in as far as it could, and began to suck. Every drop ran down its throat. It gurgled like a contented baby and looked up at me, smiling.
“I hope you liked it,” it said, suddenly quite shy.
I gasped for air. ”Incredible. That was fantastic. You were fantastic!
Wow. I wouldn't have believed it myself. But you? You taste fantastic.
No one's ever said that either.
All idiots! He grinned. “Please help me.” He looked at his shorts. “They already hurt!”
He didn't need to say it twice. I pulled it up carefully and kissed him. My lips wandered lower. Over his chin, his neck, his chest, I nibbled carefully on his nipples. He purred, his hand stroked my neck. I smelled his skin and took in his great scent.
My tongue traveled further over his abs, which trembled with excitement, his sweet navel. With a flick of the wrist, his shorts were out of the way and my tongue had a clear path to his shaved balls. They were large and strong, his cock well shaped and curved minimally upwards. He was quite well endowed, I noted with satisfaction, slightly above the normal average.
Timmy dug his claws into the couch and breathed hissingly while my tongue worked him. His moans grew louder.
Now I wanted to taste him. My lips glided over his hard piece. The taste of his tip was indescribable. The first drops were already there. His whole body twitched, his hips almost threw themselves at me. The warm, hard shaft slid up and down under my lips while my tongue swirled nimbly over the tender head.
I put a finger in his mouth, which he immediately sucked and sucked. I took the now wet finger back and pulled it through his smooth, hairless furrow between the beautifully crisp buttocks. There was my goal, his tight warm hole. At the touch, he winced briefly, but then leaned back relaxed. But my finger was dry again.
“Stay like that! Don't move!”
I jumped up and ran into the bedroom, reaching for the tube of lubricant on the shelf. I thoroughly lubricated my finger and returned.
Timmy looked at me expectantly. I smiled at him and buried my head in his lap again. His cock was throbbing and as hard as granite. My finger found its target again and this time I let it slide in slowly. A deep, throaty sound from Tim made me freeze.
“No, further!” he gasped. I slowly pushed the finger in further until it wouldn't go any more. I slowly pulled it back and forward again. I added a second finger to help.
His breathing became more rapid, his groans louder. With a final struggle and a scream, my mouth was filled. His sweet juice filled me up. It tasted devilishly good. I greedily sucked it all up.
Phew. Timmy? You taste amazing. It was hard for me to talk.
He was still gasping for air. “That was the best thing I've ever experienced. But could you maybe take your fingers out now?” He grinned.
“Yeah, sure, right away!“ His wish was my command.
“But it felt really cool. Maybe you could do it with your ‘other’ finger.” He looked embarrassed and blushed slightly.
“Gladly, if that's what you want. But there's no reason to blush.“ We held each other.
“Do you want to join me in the shower?” He nodded. I got two large towels for us and we were already in the small bathroom.
The cold water made us both scream this time. (I know I'll learn how to do this someday too.)
We gently soaped each other up. Suddenly his hands went around me, cupped my ass and he pulled me towards him. We melted into a long kiss under the warm water.
After a wonderful but much too short eternity, we left the shower and dried each other.
“I really have to go to my place and get some fresh clothes. I can't keep this on all weekend.“ Timmy pointed to the pile of his clothes on the floor.
“Who said anything about keeping it on?” I grinned.
“Come on! I'd like to wear something fresh on Monday.”
“How long will you need?” I asked, with a hint of reasonable resignation.
“Eh, about 20 minutes there, 20 packing and 20 back. Hour.”
“Okay, a suggestion: get your clothes, and when you're back there will be something to eat?”
Okay. If I wasn't so hungry, I would ask you to come with me. But... he put his hand on his naked stomach and rubbed it. He made a pitiful face.
I nodded. I feel the same way. I don't like the fact that you'll be gone for an hour. But at least I get to cook. Hopefully I can salvage something.
He winked. “Now don't act like I forced you. You came to me of your own free will.”
I had to laugh. ”Yes, as free as a moth flies into a candle. Compared to you, the sirens are a boring party trick from ancient times.”
He blushed. “You're exaggerating?” I gave him a slap on the bare bottom. “Get out of here. Otherwise it will take too long for you to get back here!”
He looked offended. ‘All right!’ Then he got dressed. If you can call it that. He left his shorts and went straight for his jeans.
“That's a sin!“ I exclaimed.
“Take my confession!” We laughed, and the throbbing in my abdomen returned.
“Oh Timmy, if you go on like this, I'll be walking on eggshells starting tomorrow.”
“How come?” he asked, looking sanctimonious.
“Because I want you permanently, always, every second.”
He blushed slightly. “Ditto.” He said and pulled his shirt over. “You'll still have to be patient about that.”
I nodded. ‘Unfortunately yes.”
“I'll hurry, okay?”
“Yes? I already miss you.’ He kissed me. ”Me too.”
Then he was already out the door.
I picked up the phone and dialed.
Gansbach.
Hi Andy!
Hey Marcel! What's up? You sound so happy! A dirty giggle from his side.
You won't believe it, but I actually got a visitor yesterday!
No kidding. In my opinion, a pretty good visitor, hehe.
As if a hetero guy like you could judge that?
Now you're doing me wrong. You fags also say that you recognize a pretty woman when you see one, right?
Okay, 1-0 for you. I forgot that normal heterosexuals rarely admit that another guy looks good.
Normal heterosexuals don't sleep with people like you, either. Gulp, that's it.
You're pretty mean.
But fair play to him! There was a pause, he was about to laugh his head off.
He came back, chuckling: “But seriously, how was it?
Bingo!
Huh?
Well, Timmy, that's his name. Bull's eye. It knocked me out of my shoes. A stunner. My dream. I'm totally smitten.
Really? I wished it for you so much. He looks really cute for a guy. You have good taste. But so does he.
I blushed. “Thanks. I'm not used to hearing words like that from you at all!”
“Well deserved! And besides, you're wrong. I keep telling you that.”
“Sigh.”
“Uh, I'm about to congratulate you, but I don't know if it's mutual.”
It is. Thank heavens, he feels the same way.
Men, breathe easy! The “poacher” is on a leash!
Ass.
Thanks, anytime. Hey, I still have to go. Do you think we can do something today? The three of us?
Three? Cori still away?
? Yep. See you Tuesday,? ooh. That's going to be a damn long time.??
Oh dear. And something like that with a hormonal bombshell like you???
No way. I still have my five friends.??
Okay, I think that's fine.?
Okay, I'll call you later. Ciao!
Bye Andy, and thanks for everything.
Always at your service! I bow down!
* CLICK *
He was gone.
On my way to the kitchen, I passed the mirror and giggled. Cooking naked is not good, I thought, and then I got dressed. I had completely forgotten that.
I put my semi-dry white wine in the fridge and went to work. Apparently the short interruption hadn't spoiled the food. Then it was time to set the table. I took my good holiday dinner set out of the cupboard, lit a few candles and put some romantic music on the CD player.
Exactly one hour after Timmy left, dinner was ready. I stood by the window and waited.
Sure enough, he was just around the corner. I went to the door and pressed the buzzer. The front door rattled and someone came rushing upstairs.
I opened the door and Timmy flew into my arms. “I missed you!”
“Me too.” Kiss. “Dinner's ready.”
Okay. Just give me a minute.“ Timmy went to the front door and picked something up off the floor. He had his overnight bag in one hand and was holding the other hidden behind his back.
“For you!” He held out a wonderful bouquet of flowers.
“Thank you. I'll go find a vase right away. The bouquet would look wonderful on the dining room table.”
He looked into the living room: “You've set the table nicely.”
“Only the best for you, as I said earlier.”
I went to the kitchen and looked for a suitable vase. It was quickly found, a little water in it and it was already on the table. Yes, the bouquet looked much better than this slightly dusty, plastic flower arrangement.
Sit down, I'll bring the food.
He went to the table. I arranged a few croquettes on our plates, added vegetables, meat and sauce. It looked quite passable.
Marcel, it smells great!
I called back, “I hope it tastes good too!”
I have no doubts.
Thanks for the trust. But would you pay in the restaurant before the meal?
It depends on the restaurant. The ones I can afford do it that way,?
?Ugh, disgraceful fast food disciple.?
?Then show me the world without fast food.?
I entered the living room. Be careful what you wish for, it might come true.
He smiled. I certainly hope so. At least the wishes that concern you.
I put the plates down and kissed him on the forehead. I'll be happy to fulfill those.
Shortly thereafter, we were sitting next to each other and eating.
“Wow, that was really delicious.”
“The kitchen thanks you.”
“I thank the kitchen. I'll pay right away.”
I didn't even have the chance to look at him crookedly when I felt his hand on the back of my neck and his tongue in my mouth. With my eyes closed, I was just happy.
“I can't give change for that,” I groaned when the kiss ended.
“The rest is a tip.”
That could still be fun. As far as words were concerned, he was my equal.
“We're going out tonight. Andy would like to meet us today. Or doesn't that suit you?”
Why not? I have to thank him too. Without him, I would never have shown up here. And I would have blamed myself for the rest of my life.
And rightly so, in my opinion.
He nodded in agreement.
Then everything is clear! I said and kissed him.
The End?