2025-07-11, 05:06 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.
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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.
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.
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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.