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Part 1

The phone rang and I was startled out of my sleep.
“Yes, who is this?”
“Good morning, Mr. Kranitz. This is the travel agency with your last-minute offer. You wanted to book a last-minute vacation as quickly as possible, right?”
“Yes, yes, what do you have for me?”
Since you didn't care where you were going, I can even make you two offers. Either you fly to France on 05/13 for thirteen days, or you go to Denmark tomorrow for ten days. You would have to organize your own trip to Denmark, though.
I'll go tomorrow then. I'll be at your office in an hour.
I wasn't really awake yet, but I knew exactly what to do. Now I was very excited, but I had to keep a clear head. I went to take a shower and get some relief.
Then I got dressed. My breakfast was now ready too. I turned on the TV and then turned it off again, because I couldn't concentrate on what was being said. I was now a little excited to go to the travel agency.
In my head it was always: tomorrow it starts, from tomorrow I'm gone, yay, yay.
Now I was standing in front of the travel agency.
“Good morning.”
“Oh yes, Mr. Kranitz, what luck, so it's supposed to start tomorrow?”
“Yes, if everything works out now, then I'll probably be gone tomorrow.”
“Well then, let's get down to business quickly.”
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I was already sitting in the car on my way home. Now I had to hurry. As soon as I got home, I packed my things. Once I had everything, I lay down in my deck chair on the balcony and let my mind wander.
I was wrapped in my thick blanket because it wasn't that warm today. Finally I can escape from everyday life, sleep late and do whatever I feel like doing. I must have slept for a long time because I woke up feeling hungry.
I still had some scrambled eggs and spinach left. I then went to the car and packed the bag in it. I had to check the oil again and also otherwise still see the right.
Now only a few handles were to be done in the apartment and I was already finished with everything. I set my alarm for 3:00 and tried to sleep. I slowly began to realize that I was doing something for myself for the first time in my life.
Recently, I had the feeling that everyone was picking on me. Somehow it seemed as if everyone knew what was best for me: Sören, find a girlfriend, Sören, don't save so much, Sören, go out more often, Sören, do your master, Sören, Sören, Sören, and so on and so on.
The alarm clock woke me from my dreams. Now everything happened very fast, because I didn't want to lose any time. So I was now driving in the direction of Flensburg. I was able to escape my 2-room apartment for a while.
There I had a small balcony and my small but comfortable deck chair, which was actually quite sufficient. My everyday life had never been particularly exciting.
I went to the locksmith's shop every day and didn't have much else to do. However, I liked going to the swimming pool or hanging around in the city. I was most pleased that no one could get on my nerves in the next few days.
For 06.05., it should be quite pleasant today. The weather forecast was for up to 23 degrees of warmth and mostly sunny. As I drove along the highway, I realized that I wanted to plunge into the fray.
I wanted to meet new people and have experiences that the others always talked about. I had been driving quite a bit and stopped at the last gas station in Germany, Ellund.
I had to refuel and I wanted to get some fresh air first. After refueling, I went into the bistro and watched the people. Actually, I was jealous. Everyone was traveling with their partners or families, and I?
The hustle and bustle then drew me outside to escape the happy people for a while. I realized that something was missing in my life. A friend, a really good buddy, just a great guy.
Since Florian died, I had never had such a great friend again. But I couldn't think about it, because after all, mourning for him had taken away all my joy for a long time.
So I tried to distract myself near the playground. I watched the children and how the fathers romped with their offspring. I only now unpacked my large baguette roll. I sat on a cozy, rustic wooden bench.
My coffee was still nice and warm, and so I enjoyed my first vacation breakfast. I heard children laughing next to me. My brain was in neutral gear when someone suddenly spoke to me.
“Hey, got a light?”
“Yeah, just a sec,” I said.
I had already fished the lighter out of my pocket.
“Do you mind if I smoke here?”
If you wait a moment, I'll have a smoke with you, but I'd like to finish eating first.
Man, what a handsome guy had approached me.
Why don't you sit down, I said, because a little conversation would do me good right now.
The cutie asked, “What, are you traveling all alone?
Yes, I'm alone, why?
No, I'm just asking.
And you, are you also traveling alone, or what?
Yes.
We smoked our cigarettes in comfort. He fascinated me immediately, for some reason.
Where are you headed? my counterpart asked me.
I think I'm going to Blavand.
Why do you think you are going to Blavand, don't you know your destination yet?
I answered: “This is a last-minute trip and I don't have all the details in my head, where are you going?”
“Well, I don't know yet, I mean, I'm hitchhiking and still looking for a ride.”
In a split second, I thought to myself: should I give him a ride? Can I trust a stranger? But my mouth was faster.
“But you can ride with me for a bit if you want, there's plenty of room.”
“Great, I'd love a ride, by the way, I'm Carsten.”
And I have the stupid name Sören.”
Oh good, at least I'll have some company for a little while, and such a cute one at that. That pleased me. So we set off. It didn't take long before he fell asleep. Every now and then I glanced over and examined him.
What kind of person was he, what did he do for a living, who did I have there? Actually, you shouldn't pick up strangers. I wasn't usually like that.
He had blonde, pretty layered hair. I couldn't see the color of his eyes because he was asleep, and I couldn't remember at the moment. He was about 1.84 m tall, about my height, but a bit sturdier. His face was of harmonious beauty.
I wanted to find out more about him now. If I was going to give him a lift, it wouldn't hurt to know something about him for conversation. I really wanted to wake him up, but how? So I turned off the main road into a small forest path.
“Hey, smoking break,” I woke him up, a little too gently for my taste.
We got out of the car and had a smoke.
“Why are you driving all alone?”
The question almost threw me off track; it was a bit personal, wasn't it?
But I countered, ”I could ask you the same thing.”
“Yes, well, I ran away.”
My look asked, but he immediately added: “so I didn't do anything wrong, but I was so fed up that I just took unpaid leave and poof, I was gone.”
“Poof and gone, well that's a good solution too, I just had to get out of there too, that's why I took the last-minute trip, I rented a vacation house.” But what are you planning to do here in Denmark?
That's my problem, I left so hastily, I thought, let's see what happens.
Oh, maybe I can take him to my vacation hut, then I would have nice company, I liked the guy. I liked him, he seemed quite interesting.
Carsten began: “I needed to be alone, at least that was the knee-jerk reaction. My boyfriend broke up with me two weeks ago and now I couldn't stand the situation anymore. Sorry, I don't want to get on your nerves with my problems.
No, you're not, and sometimes you just need to get something off your chest.
How old are you, anyway? I asked Carsten to defuse the situation a bit, because he seemed a bit sad to me right now.
No wonder, because memories can be quite painful.
I'm 23, Carsten answered.
He had very pretty lips.
“Now be a little happier, I'm 22 years old, by the way.”
“We'll drive on for now and then you can pour out your heart to me, okay?”
“But I don't know, I don't want to get on your nerves during your vacation.”
I put my hand on his shoulder and said, “You know, I think there's another lonely, gloomy, stupid nut swimming in the pond, so we're probably two of a kind and can share many a sorrow.”
Carsten looked at me in confusion. We got into the car without saying a word.
What did you mean by “there are two of us, in the pond of the gloomy and lonely”?
Well, I said, rather sheepishly, “two years ago, I lost my best buddy in a car accident and since then I've been a little lost in the world.”
Oh, that's even more terrible than my loss, were you just buddies, or really together?
I was now visibly irritated. What should I answer to that? What should the question even be, and how? My head was spinning, who do I have there next to me, oh dear, oh God.
I think I must have been expressing my confusion on my face, because the question came right away: “I don't want to embarrass you, but, well, when I told you earlier that my boyfriend left me, you didn't react in astonishment, horror or confusion.
Usually people react differently. More horrified that it wasn't a girl who left you, but a man.
Towards the end, he had a sweet, insecure manner.
So you want me to know if I...?
Carsten blushed and stared out the window.
“I'm not bothered by homosexuality, but if it makes you feel better, I'm, well, I don't know for sure, but I think I might be bisexual.”
“Why do you say 'might be', we've just been to Blavand.”
“Fortunately.” ‘I suddenly said, very excitedly, ’Man, it's great here'.”
I took the directions from the tap and pressed them into Carsten's hand: “Tell me quickly where I have to go.”
“You have to turn right now, good, now just follow the signs for the holiday village.”
“We now have to find the house, the name of the house is on the sign.”
“Yes, I've got it, it's called...”
“Yes, what is it?”
Carsten.?
What??
Yes, Carsten.?
I stopped at an overview board and we looked for the house on it. The cigarette tasted like another one, like this conversation. So we also enjoyed smoking the second cigarette to the end.
We quickly found the house. It was a pretty brick house standing among a few fir trees. Above the door hung a wooden sign engraved with “Carsten”. The key was hanging as described in the vacation brochure, behind the garbage-can door.
I unlocked the door and noticed how Carsten was standing next to me. I turned to him and said, “Do you want to stay here first? Come on in, we can see if we like it.”
Now I was hoping for a big yes. I just wanted to keep Carsten a little longer.
“What do you mean, whether we like it?”
I wasn't sure if this decision was right, but at least I could throw him out anytime.
“I mean you could keep me company, either until we get on each other's nerves or until you have other plans.”
“Thanks, that's great, really nice of you.”
Suddenly he hugged me and pulled me lightly to him. A brief shiver went through my entire body. That, in turn, confused me. But for a brief moment I was really happy to be close to another human being again.
We now entered the cottage. It was great. An open kitchen was built into the living room. The living room had a fireplace and a large glass door to the pool room. The swimming pool was about twelve meters long and about four meters wide.
On the other side of the living room was a patio door leading outside. We went out and immediately lit up another cigarette. I couldn't get mine lit, but Carsten came to my aid immediately.
“You see, I'll still prove useful, well, maybe you don't want to give me away anymore.”
He didn't want to look at me in response, because he turned abruptly and walked towards the fir trees that were planted around the terrace.
I don't know whether it was joy or another feeling, but I heard myself laughing out loud: “Well, maybe it was just fate that we two gloomy guys weren't moping around all alone, even on vacation.”
The terrace had a nice grill, several loungers, a table with chairs and a great fireplace. We went into the house to see the bedroom or bedrooms. There was a bedroom with a large double bed and then there was a double sofa bed in the living room. There was also a room with two youth beds.
“We could sit by the fire for a bit in the evening and have a good time.”
When Carsten had said that, he covered his mouth and added, “I'm sorry, this isn't my home.”
I took my hand, this time deliberately, to check whether physical contact still gave me such a pleasant feeling, as I had felt it once before today, and I put it very gently, almost caressing, on his shoulder and said, “Please feel at home, because otherwise it makes no sense, we are both on vacation and wanted to let ourselves go, didn't we?”
Oh yes, there was this warm, cozy feeling that I hadn't felt in so long, so long, now it seemed to me as if this feeling was becoming a kind of drug. I suddenly felt this longing for a friend, a buddy, for someone I could be close to.
“How long have you actually rented the house for?”
For 10 days?
Oh perfect, I have two weeks vacation, I mean if we can stand each other that long.
Well then come on, let's carry our bags into the house.
When we had carried everything into the kitchen, I first looked for my large meal package. Carsten saw it and said, “Man, that's a great idea, I didn't even realize that it was past the time for a meal.” I have a few wiener sausages and three cheese rolls, do you want to eat on the terrace?”
We went out on the terrace and I unpacked my food. I had two cold schnitzels, some mustard and half a toast. I also had a large bottle of water. We sat there and shared our food.
This feeling of not being alone made me really happy, and I could already feel a crackling in the air. It was slowly getting cold outside and so we had another cigarette and then went inside.
Now I took my bag and carried it to the master bedroom. Carsten took his things and carried them to the “children's room”.
“I'll quickly take a shower and then I'll almost go to bed, okay?”
“Yes, I'll pack the bare necessities and then shower after you, I'm not getting any younger today either.”
I took out a few feel-good things and went towards the bathroom.
“Oh, come here Carsten, you have to see this.”
“Wow, this is really feudal.”
The bathroom had a huge corner bathtub, then there was a normal tub and a shower, two sinks and a toilet. You could go further, through a door, there was another toilet. From there you could go on to the youth room.
We were amazed at the generously designed bathroom. But in my mind, I was already sitting with Carsten in the corner bathtub. What were those strange thoughts that popped into my head? No, I only knew him for a few hours.
Then Carsten disappeared in his room. I jumped into the shower, under which I must have been for a long time, because Carsten knocked on the door and shouted: “Carsten: flooded, or what, I wanted to get some hot water too.”
“Yes, I'll be right there.”
I quickly put on my clothes and left the bathroom. I knocked on his door and reported that I was ready. I went out for a smoke and then went to my bed.
I had so much to think about that I didn't know how to sort it. Was I, at the bottom of my heart, lonelier than I had realized before? Did my innermost long for a person to embrace me, to just be around me?
Was my soul unconsciously seeking contact now? I fell asleep over my thoughts. I only woke up when the sun shone on my face. A glance at the clock told me that it was already 9:30.
I thought about it for a moment, and then I remembered that I wasn't alone after all. I quickly jumped into my clothes and retreated to the bathroom. Then I went out onto the terrace. I greeted Carsten, who was already sitting outside smoking.
I put one in my mouth, but my lighter failed again. Carsten jumped up, put a hand on my back and lit the cigarette with the other hand.
For this tiny moment, it was so pleasant for me that I was really sorry that his lighter worked perfectly and that his hand released my back.
“Breakfast?”
“Yes, please, but we'd have to go shopping first. We don't have any coffee and we're really short of everything else.”
“Let yourself be surprised. Come on, you can help me carry the breakfast things out.”
“Uhh?”
I followed Carsten into the kitchen. There was a pot, presumably with coffee, a bowl of bread rolls and everything else you need for breakfast.
“Yes,” he said, ”when you were still asleep, I went to the small supermarket nearby.”
“Thank you, that's sweet of you.”
Oh, did I really just say sweet, couldn't I have said nice?
We were now sitting together at breakfast.
“Carsten, where do you come from, actually? Tell me something about yourself.” He had a very honest face, somehow so clear, so fine.
Well, I come from Berlin, that is, not exactly, but I live there in a small furnished attic. I trained as a painter and am considering becoming self-employed. My parents don't accept my affection for men yet, but that may come. Now you could tell us something.
I am a locksmith and live near Prenzlau. I have a brother, but I don't know him. I grew up in a children's home and my brother, well, I have no idea. He was probably adopted. I have a two-room apartment with a small balcony.
Now I looked at his face, how he enjoyed his cigarette, how he sat relaxed in his chair, how his tight T-shirt looked on him. He actually looked really great.
Then Carsten said: “You seem like a great guy. Tell me, what did you mean yesterday when you said you didn't know if you were bi?”
Well, I've never been with a girl, so I'm not really sure.
Well, I think you should listen more closely to your feelings, look inside yourself, whether you ever had the desire to start something with a girl, were you ever in the situation that you found one great?
I have never found a girl so great that something emotional happens. I don't know, I'm very confused about what that could mean.”
Carsten looked at me, smiled a little and said, “How impressed are you by the male sex?”
I looked into his big eyes and answered: “I had something with my buddy, Florian, but that was a long time ago. I think it was a late adolescent experiment. So, in the end, it was a long time ago.
Well, take your time to figure some things out. But now, we could explore the area, right?
Okay.
We cleared the table and set off. The sun was already warming us nicely. We went shopping in the holiday village first.
When we had brought everything home, Carsten suggested: “I'll cook for us and you can relax now.”
“I agree.”
I went to the pool and looked around a little. Actually, it was probably a calculation, because I got my swimming trunks and changed so that Carsten could watch me if he wanted to.
Unfortunately, I couldn't see if he was watching. I was quite provocative in my way. But maybe I just wanted to test how it feels to be watched. Somehow I was sure that he liked it.
I slid into the water and then swam round and round. I had only one thought: when will dinner be ready and when will Carsten come and get me? I was excited, but I don't know why.
But as I reveled in my dreams, I was very frightened when he suddenly stood at the edge of the pool.
“Dinner is ready, you bathing beauty?”
“Yes, I'm coming.”
I swam to the edge and Carsten gave me his hand to pull me up. For a brief moment, I considered just pulling him into the water with me. But Carsten was faster and so I was already out of the water.
For a millisecond I was so close to him again!? In the next moment, he lovingly helped me wrap myself in the bath towel. I shivered, but not from the cold. I think I was a little aroused after all.
To avoid making the situation awkward, I said, “I'll be right back.”
I left the pool area feeling quite confused. Since I was now almost too quick, Carsten must have noticed it. Man, I wait forever in the stupid pool, and then I miss the nicest situation.
I was a bit frustrated now.
I said, “Carsten, I'm just going to have a quick smoke.”
“Wait, I'll come with you.”
I heard it behind me.
What was that about, are you a little confused?
I just answered curtly: I don't know what that was, I'm probably a little out of sorts, but please don't ask any more.
We had lunch and after that we wanted to drive to the beach. I packed my bathing suit and a blanket and we were already sitting in the car on the way to the beach.
I was happy, as if someone had promised me something else. I slowly realized that I was on the verge of falling in love. Such a strong desire to feel close to him could mean nothing else.
But I wasn't sure what to do now. How do you get closer to someone? How can you do it? We were at the water, you were allowed to park very close to the beach here.
I forgot to unbuckle the belt and so Carsten laughed heartily at me. It must have looked funny how I couldn't get out of the car because of the belt. We walked along the beach and sat down more often, smoked a cigarette from time to time, and walked on again.
Then I spontaneously lay down in the sand and shouted: “Big break!
Carsten sat down next to me and looked at me. His look seemed to pierce me. I was insecure and didn't know what to do. I immediately became restless and very nervous.
What did it all mean? Help, who can help me, hello, how should I move now? I almost felt paralyzed. I forced myself to calm down, sat up and lit a cigarette.
Carsten probably senses everything, it's awful, does he have to notice everything? Does he enjoy seeing me so embarrassed?
“Say, what's the matter with you? You're all red in the face. Are you sick or did we go too fast? Are you feeling okay?”
“Yes, I'm fine, but somehow I feel insecure from one second to the next.”
Carsten laughed. His beautiful teeth suited him well. He shook his blond hair back coolly when he laughed. In short, he looked great.
“Yes, you can't let yourself go, that's your problem.”
“But just now I let myself fall into the sand, does that count as a beginning?”
We sat like that for quite a while and didn't say anything. We stared at the water and followed our thoughts. I actually had only one thing on my mind: what does Carsten think? How does he feel about me?
He seems to have a good sense of me somehow, it seems as if he knows what I think and feel. Oh, I don't know if that's a good thing, oh please, he shouldn't know how awkward I am.
On the other hand, I probably don't have to act so torn if I don't want anything to be noticed. I think you can read me like an open book. Carsten is so strong, so self-confident, so cool, and above all, not a bit insecure or confused.
But I think I could use that strong shoulder right now. Suddenly, I leaned on him in my thoughts. When I realized that, I wanted to quickly pull back, but it was too late.
He held me and said, “Allow it, sometimes you need a little closeness.”
So we sat for a moment, me leaning on his shoulder, his arm around me. I could hardly breathe. I was trapped by insecurity, I was rigid, but I think it was just a new situation for me.
I felt uncomfortable because I dared to move, but at the same time it was almost warm around my heart. I couldn't sit still because of my inner stiffness, because everything was cramped.
So I broke out of his embrace and stood up. I took a few steps towards the sea. I breathed in the clear sea air deeply. I had just freed my mind for a moment when Carsten appeared behind me.
“Well, are you feeling better? You're a bit confused, but that's okay, you just have to be yourself. Okay? Believe me, it's all normal, if a bit unfamiliar, but no one has 'false' feelings. Have a smoke and let yourself feel?”
We lit up a cigarette and walked back the endlessly long beach. The weather was pleasantly warm and the wind was pleasant. We walked for a long time without saying a word.
When we arrived at the car, it was already late afternoon.
I was about to unlock the car when Carsten stood right behind me and said, “Feel free to get close to me if you want, I can tell that you need closeness.”
This sentence, and his breath on my neck, gave me goosebumps. We were now driving back and I suddenly heard myself say: “Okay, you're right, I think I've been alone for so long that I'm almost dusty between people.”
“All right, I'll help you as best I can.”
Now we had arrived at the hut.
As I unlocked the front door, I said to Carsten: “You can lean back, I'll make us something nice to eat.”
So I disappeared into the kitchen area. I conjured up a few fried sausages with baguettes and a fresh salad. I brewed some tea and put a glass of beer on a tray for each of us.
I carried the food to the terrace, where a nice fire was already burning. Carsten had already stocked the deckchairs with blankets and also set up tea lights. It looked very romantic.
But I realized how this atmosphere did me good. There was a harmonious warmth to be felt. The fire looked so beautiful. We ate our dinner. Now and then we added wood. I then fetched us a little supply of beer.
Gradually it got cooler, the sun could no longer warm us and we moved closer to the fire and snuggled up in our blankets.
“What kind of music do you like?” Carsten asked me.
“I like a little of almost every genre, except folk music and brass music, I don't like that at all.”
“What kind of music do you like?”
“I'm similar, I listen depending on my mood, sometimes classical music.”
We chatted so inconsequentially that I became more and more relaxed. It did me a lot of good just to chat. We now had a normal mood, as is usual among friends.
I enjoyed the situation so much that I would say I hadn't had such a good, relaxed conversation in what feels like an eternity. So we sat there until the early hours of the morning.
I couldn't have had a better first vacation day. I realized more and more that I was probably too lonely before. I hadn't had any contact with others for a long time, I had simply blocked everything out for too long.
When it was three o'clock, I said, “So now I'll quickly take a shower and then off to bed.
Yes, let's call it a day.”
No sooner said than done. I rose as light as a feather and so relaxed that I was amazed at my own composure. So I got into the shower, completely relaxed and at ease. After that, I just quickly told Carsten that the bathroom was free.
I went straight to my room. There I fell asleep immediately, completely relaxed. When I woke up, it must have been very early, because the sun was just rising. I only showered superficially and then went to the pool.
There I swam quite a few laps. I jumped out of the water in a good mood and got dressed.
I started to prepare breakfast and could already hear the shower running next door. When I had set the table, Carsten came in.
“Good morning, Sören, did you sleep well?”
“Yes, like an angel.”
“And you are an angel, too.”
At the same moment, he gave me a slap on the butt.
I turned around to him and said: 'Hey, not so cheeky'?
'But I like being cheeky, I'll get used to it, and you provoke it with your good looks anyway. Be honest, I don't think that bothers you, do you?
You're right, it doesn't bother me at all when you're a bit cheeky, because opposites attract, don't they?
Oh, there's my S?ren finally thawing out. If the day doesn't start promisingly, then I don't know either.
He gently pulled me towards him and whispered, “I think something is brewing between us.”
“Maybe, but please let's have breakfast now, okay?”
I turned away in shame. For a moment, I felt overwhelmed by his candor. You don't always have to say everything, right?
“What do you want to do today?”
Carsten thought for a moment and said, “We could visit the next largest city today and throw ourselves into life.”
“Yes, let's do that.”
The weather seemed to be getting nice again, like early summer. We left after breakfast. The next largest city was a bit of a way. When we arrived in Esbjerg, it was almost lunchtime again, but we also took our time for everything.
We had gone to a maritime museum. It was heavenly, the weather, the togetherness, the peace and quiet, yes, I had been missing all of that for quite some time. We walked through the museum and the outdoor grounds.
We took our time with all the sightseeing. We sat down on a bench from time to time and watched the other visitors. Carsten put his arm around me more and more often. I now dared to put my hand on his knee from time to time.
So we got closer and closer. When we had seen everything, we went to a snack bar and ate something. I looked deep into his eyes and noticed that I had butterflies in my stomach.
He looked just as deeply into my eyes. I got clammy hands. My heart started pounding so loudly that I thought it could be heard. Carsten pulled me close by the hips and I took his face in my hands and gave him a fleeting kiss.
But then we started kissing for real. I started to tremble in the knees. The feeling was just indescribable.
We had just parted our lips from each other when Carsten whispered in my ear: “I've fallen in love with you and I think you've fallen in love with me too. Do you want to give it a real try with me?
I couldn't even speak properly, but I didn't want to ruin the situation by pausing.
“Yes, it's worth a try.”
I couldn't say more because my voice failed me. I felt hot and cold, my legs trembled, I had a kind of shiver. I was overcome by one shiver after another. My feelings were overwhelming.
Now I wanted to take the initiative for once and I put my hands on his ass and pulled him towards me. I gave him another passionate kiss. So, now we're together? We were a couple now? An insane feeling of happiness washed through me, my thoughts couldn't keep up.
I imagined him naked again. I was really turned on. I would have liked to have had him right then and there. I couldn't calm myself down. Now I didn't have to distract myself anymore, because I didn't have to brush such thoughts aside.
Now that I knew that Carsten loved me, I could savor the thoughts. I no longer had to force myself to suppress these thoughts. Somehow I couldn't concentrate on anything anymore. My brain was always pounding: Carsten, Carsten, Carsten.
Now I was looking forward to a new phase in life. Everything will change now. Nothing will be the same as it was. How will it go on after this vacation? Oh well, now we wanted to go to the city to find a nice café.
So we went into the city center.
I couldn't stop smiling. Of course I couldn't hide my broad grin at all, and I didn't even try. So we had now arrived in the city center.
We looked for a nice street café and sat there together in cozy togetherness. We held hands and I had the feeling that I never wanted to let go of him again. This simple contact made my heart leap with joy and happiness.
Afterwards, we strolled through the city. Hand in hand, we walked through the shopping street. It was getting late. We left the city and went back.
He put his hand on my knee and stroked my hair from time to time. That made me feel all tingly. We arrived back at our “Carsten” house.
“I'll make us a delicious dinner, okay?”
“No, I'll take us out to dinner tonight, to celebrate, okay?”
Yes, but I'll change first.
Okay, I'll change too.
A short time later, we were walking hand in hand through the resort area to the nearest small restaurant. It was a nice and uplifting feeling. We entered the small restaurant and looked for a nice spot.
We sat opposite each other and smiled at each other. Oh, it was sweet. The waiter took our order. We enjoyed the meal with a glass of beer. We spent two hours there.
Afterwards, we went home via a detour through the holiday area.
When we arrived home, I said to Carsten: “Can you bring your bedclothes over to me?
Yes, I'll hurry.”
And Carsten was already busy with his move. Not only did he bring his bedding, no, he moved into my room with bag and baggage. I went to take a shower. After two minutes, Carsten came in.
“Well, can I soap your back?”
“Yes, you can do that.”
But when I saw Carsten standing there in front of me, I couldn't go on. I got a boner, a big one. That was stupid, of course. I wasn't prepared, unlike Carsten. He could prepare himself before entering the shower.
I, on the other hand, was totally surprised. Carsten got into the shower and immediately noticed my 'disaster'.
But I didn't turn away, instead I said: “Well, what have you done now, look at that belt, I just wanted to take a shower.”
We both laughed heartily. I took his balls gently in my hand and massaged them carefully. The result was of course immediate. His cock also grew straight away into a beautiful desire rod.
Well, I had missed this for too long. I couldn't hold back my urge any longer.
I went down on my knees and gave him a blowjob. I held his butt tight and sucked like crazy.
I massaged his butt and his balls over and over again. Carsten moaned and begged wildly. He whimpered so much that it made me even wilder. Then he came, no, he literally exploded.
He stood there motionless for quite a while, legs apart. He had clung to the upper edge of the shower cubicle. Until he calmed down, I leaned lightly against him and hugged and kissed him. I kissed his whole body, from top to bottom.
“That was good, wow, I thought I was going to have a heart attack. But now I want to pleasure you.”
Carsten now went down on one knee and massaged my buttocks. Then he took my best piece into his mouth and sucked and licked me so hard that I felt sick with ecstasy. He slid his tongue over my glans again and again.
I felt like my body was completely cramped. Yes, he managed to take my breath away. Unfortunately I came much too early. Now I was completely exhausted. That had exhausted me quite a bit.
We took a shower and then climbed out of the shower. Carsten also looked exhausted. We dried ourselves and then climbed naked into our double bed.
We snuggled up in the spoon position, and so we slept very close together.
I slept quite a long time. It was now half past nine when I woke up. Carsten was no longer in bed. I went to the kitchen. Carsten was standing there in his sexy boxer shorts, sipping coffee with relish.
I went to him, gave him a good morning kiss, and took the coffee from him. I took a sip of coffee.
“Well, did you sleep well?” I asked Carsten.
“Of course I did, my sweet, I've already got everything ready for our breakfast.”
“Good, shall we get dressed and then have breakfast?”
“No, first I'll make love to you.”
Carsten reached for my waist and pulled me towards him. We kissed passionately. Then Carsten took my hand and pulled me into the bedroom.
“First I'll massage you, lie on your stomach.”
I lay on my stomach. Carsten disappeared briefly and brought a body lotion. He pulled down my boxers and started to massage me. He started with my shoulders.
He had warm, soft hands. It felt so good. I was completely blown away, so much tenderness, so much inner connection, gave me a nice warm feeling. He now massaged my back.
His hands glided very gently over my skin at first. Then he applied a little more pressure, which was quite pleasant for my muscles. Now I was already slightly aroused. Now it was my buttocks and thighs.
He kept applying body lotion in between. I could feel his body very much now. He kissed me in between and hugged me every now and then. I was already very confused and really horny, but I had to pull myself together.
Carsten smelled so good that it was almost impossible for me to control myself. Now he began to massage my butt more and more. I was already quite tense and now hoped for a great sex. He reached around me and caressed my chest.
He caressed me everywhere. He stroked my hips and gently took my thighs and pulled them apart a little. Then he pushed a pillow under my loins. He now gently rubbed cream into my ass.
My best piece was already standing. I was shaky with excitement. My tension was immense. I was so horny that I had to force myself to calm down. But Carsten was on and I let myself be pampered.
Now he took off his pants. He lay down on me and I felt his warm body and how he already had a boner. He felt so warm and horny. Very carefully, he massaged my hole.
It felt so hot that I thought I would cum too soon. He now began to gently widen the hole with his fingers. I think I'm ready, let's finally get started, please. He reached for my sack and now played around with my balls.
I felt his breath on the back of my neck. He felt very hot. I was bursting. He now began to gently push his stiffy into me. Oh, I didn't think about anything anymore.
I now lifted my butt a little. That made it all a little easier for him, and I now wanted to feel him deep inside me. I also wanted to speed things up a bit because I couldn't take it anymore.
I now felt him slowly penetrating deeper and deeper. Two centimeters in, one out, two in, one out. The steady, penetrating motion was now increasing. Now he was all the way inside me and he started. I felt so extremely much that it is no longer possible to put it into words.
His upper body was no longer touching mine. He was now half-sitting and giving me ever more forceful thrusts. I was so fascinated, so super-aroused, blood was shooting through my body, I was already spinning out of control.
Then it got stronger and more intense. He was going so fast that I could already see my orgasm coming. We were moaning and he was already driving it much harder. Now I had reached my climax.
Unfortunately, because it seemed much too early for me. Oh God, what an orgasm. Then came the relief, the decreasing tension was very nice. He came too. I felt his twitching, his finish. His sperm pumped and pumped into me. It was so indescribable. Carsten let himself fall on me. I felt his tension subside. Carsten was still inside me.
It took a while before we came. A particularly hot feeling of happiness flowed through me, I could almost have assumed that my veins were on fire. It was as if you had boiling blood throughout your body.
We couldn't get up immediately; we lay there for a while, enjoying the intoxicating feeling. It took quite a while before we were able to move again.
“I love you, Sören.”
We now lay arm in arm and kissed each other. We lay close together.
I now said, “Carsten, I love you too.”
“So, a quick shower, right?”
Yes,' I replied and followed him into the bathroom.
We took a quick shower and then went to breakfast. I was ravenously hungry. I ate and ate. Carsten grinned to himself.
I spoke up: 'What's the matter, I'm just hungry.
Yes, partying takes a lot of energy, so just eat.
Today was Tuesday and the weather was stunning again. The sun was already warming us up nicely. Sometimes we had up to 27 degrees. Today we wanted to take the car to the island of R?m? but it was almost noon by the time we finally set off. But nobody was rushing us. We had all the time in the world.
So we set off in the pleasant midday sun. It was quite a drive. There was a road to the island itself, with only the beautiful North Sea to be seen on the right and left. Now and then there were small parking niches. You could stop there and take it all in at your leisure.
We then drove to the ferry terminal and looked around there. We walked around for quite some time. When we got hungry, we drove back to the mainland. We went to Skaerbaek. There we had lunch, although it was already getting towards the evening.
After we had eaten, we set off for home. We arrived at the cabin, but it was still early evening. We decided to make a small campfire.
It was not too warm that evening, so we gathered some wood and made ourselves comfortable. We flirted a bit, and this already familiar feeling was almost frightening. We hadn't known each other for more than four days.
But we were quite familiar and affectionate with each other. We looked into the fire, drank a beer and were quite romantic. Now Carsten began to ask me more about my family.
I told him that I didn't know much about my family. I only knew that my parents couldn't raise me and that my grandparents were deceased. We were with our grandparents at first.
But after their death, we had to go to the children's home. My brother was 18 months younger than me. But I have no memory of that time. My brother, yes, I never heard from him again.
Carsten listened to all this.
Then he asked: “Don't you want to try to find your brother?”
“I'd rather not talk about that today, please.”
Carsten now began to talk about his family. He was an only child and grew up well protected. His parents don't live far away. They also live in Berlin. Coming out had overwhelmed them.
After all, he was their only child. But Carsten said that they would come around. They just need a little time. We broke off our conversation at this point. Carsten brought us another tasty snack, and so we ate potato salad and sausages until late at night.
From time to time we threw some fir cones on the fire, which burned well and crackled nicely. We let the fire burn down so that we could go to bed. We snuggled up in bed after taking a shower.
But sleeping was not yet on the cards.