07-12-2025, 02:30 PM
Chapter
1
First, I'd like to briefly introduce myself: I'm Kai, 18 years old, and in the twelfth grade at a high school in our town. I plan to graduate from high school there next year.
I am 1.76 cm tall, slim and have black hair.
At school, I'm more of a loner, but not an outsider. I'm just not the type to hang out at parties all weekend. I prefer to stay home and study. Of course, that also affects my grades.
I don't have a girlfriend at the moment; not because I don't want one, it just hasn't happened yet. And honestly, that doesn't bother me much.
At the beginning of January, we'll be given a presentation as homework for the next three weeks. We're supposed to work in pairs. The teams will be chosen freely by the teacher.
I had to work with Patrick. Patrick is my age, 6'1", slim, and has curly blond hair.
We had three weeks to complete the presentation. Since I had another room next to my room that I used as a study, we agreed to meet at my place in the afternoons during those three weeks. We would also do the other homework together there.
We worked so intensively during those three weeks that we finished by Thursday evening. As a reward, we planned to have a long DVD night at my place on Friday. I have an extensive DVD collection.
The work over the three weeks was a lot of fun, and Patrick, with whom I hadn't had much contact before, was also a very pleasant companion. I secretly hoped we would continue to learn together.
On Friday, Patrick came to my place promptly at 7:00 p.m. He'd brought something to drink, as agreed. I'd provided snacks. We ordered pizza, and I put on the first Star Wars movie.
Chapter
2
"What do you think about taking off our jeans and sitting on the couch in just our boxers?" I asked Patrick, and he liked the idea. "Sorry," he said, "I'm only wearing a sweater and no shirt underneath. It's too warm for me, though. Does it bother you?"
"No, go ahead. It's just between us."
So I sit in shorts and a shirt on the left and he sits in shorts on the right on the three-seater sofa.
I wondered why he didn't have a girlfriend. He had a smooth face and a slight six-pack. All in all, a very handsome person.
"I've really enjoyed the last few weeks," I told him. "Learning together and all that."
"Yes, I found that very pleasant too," Patrick replied. Again, we watched the film in silence.
I kept catching myself looking at him, wondering what was wrong with me? I'm not gay, am I? I'd never really been with girls before. And this half-naked boy in my room was definitely arousing. Luckily, I had a blanket over me.
By three o'clock I was feeling quite tired: "You know what, I'm going to lie down, I'm dead tired."
“Yeah, good idea, me too. When you’re gone, the sofa is free.”
"Oh, come on," I replied, "you can't really lie there, come to bed with me. We're both adults."
I didn't know why I said that, but I could see a slight smile on his face. Partly afraid of myself, I tried to defuse the situation and said, "You'd better take the blanket with you, I have mine in bed." I thought I could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
We then lay in my wide bed, each under our own blanket. Although I was quite tired, I couldn't fall asleep. I kept thinking about Patrick lying next to me. But I wasn't really allowed to think like that. "Can't you fall asleep either, Kai?" Patrick asked me. "No, not really." I looked over at him and noticed him almost staring at me.
Then he moved his head toward mine and started kissing me. I wanted, and should have, resisted, but for some reason I opened my mouth, returned the kiss, and allowed his tongue to wander into mine. We kissed like that for a few minutes. Then my mind took over, and I broke away from the kiss.
"What was that all about?" I asked him, somewhat harshly. Patrick was genuinely startled by my tone and mumbled disappointedly, "Excuse me." Then he stood up and started to get dressed. "No, I have to apologize," I said, "I didn't mean to sound so harsh. Please stay here, I think we need to talk." He looked at me questioningly. "Please come back to bed."
He lay down next to me, and I put my arm around him, saying nothing at first. I wanted him to make the first move. After a few minutes of silence, he suddenly said, "I've fallen in love with you, that's when that kiss came to me."
Quiet.
I didn't say anything at first. I sensed he wanted to say more, so I hugged him tightly for support. "I just thought, when you said we could take our pants off and then invited me into your bed, that you had feelings for me too. I'm sorry."
"Patrick, please listen to me, you don't have to apologize for anything. I returned the kiss and I thought it was very nice. I was just a little surprised. I wasn't expecting the kiss or my reaction." Silence reigns in the room again.
“I’d like to ask you a question, Kai?”
“Yes, please.”
“But you can’t be mad at me.”
“I promise, so ask.”
"Do you feel something for me too? I mean, more than friendship?"
"Patrick, I've really enjoyed the last few weeks with you and have been thinking about you a lot. I also thought the kiss I had with you was very nice, and I like the way you're lying in my arms now. I can definitely say that I feel more than friendship for you."
Patrick looks at me expectantly, he realizes that I'm going to say a BUT.
"But I don't know if that's love." I pause for a moment. "You know, until tonight, I never considered the possibility of being gay, let alone dating a guy. Somehow, it was always clear to me that at some point I would have a girlfriend, then marry her, and have children with her."
Another pause, Patrick looks at me somewhat disappointed. He's now resting his head on my chest.
"But a lot has changed tonight, I think. When you were sitting half-naked with me on the sofa, I have to admit that it aroused me. Then the kiss, which I enjoyed very much. And I also think it's very nice that you're lying here in my bed now. I really like you and find it very pleasant to spend time with you. I'm also sure that my feelings for you go beyond mere friendship. I just can't say whether this is love and whether I'm ready for a gay relationship."
“I would like to give you time to sort out your feelings for me.”
"Mhhhh, I really like you and don't want to hurt you. That's why you have to be clear about one thing, no matter what happens between us tonight: It might be the first and last time. Could you live with that?"
“Yes, the main thing is that I can stay near you.”
I couldn't help myself; I had to kiss him now. This developed into a wild smooch that ended with my first gay sex (my first sex ever). We then fell asleep cuddled up together.
The next morning, I woke up first thing, with Patrick in my arms. I thought about what had happened last night: We'd had a wonderful night, and my emotions were on a rollercoaster. Am I gay now? Or am I not? But why had I enjoyed all of this so much? Why did I feel so comfortable with Patrick in my arms?
I thought about everything intensely. Then I made a decision.
When Patrick woke up, he looked at me with wide eyes. I kissed him on the mouth and said, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For this night. That was fantastic, and now waking up next to you, beautiful."
Patrick seems a little disturbed because he doesn't yet know how to interpret my words.
“I thought it was nice too, but… what does that mean for us now?”
Chapter
3
"Patrick, I know I told you I need to figure out my feelings first. I like you very much, I miss you when you're not here, and last night was wonderful. I was awake a while before you this morning. I saw your face and I was happy. So what I'm trying to say is, what I feel for you can only be love."
I lean over and give him a French kiss. His eyes sparkle.
“Do you really want to be with me, Kai?” asks Patrick.
“Yes, I want nothing more right now.”
“Even… well, in public?”
“Hmm, I think we shouldn’t hide.”
“But that could certainly cause difficulties here and there.”
"Okay, you're certainly right, but I think my friends are pretty cool about it. And yours?"
"I don't have that many, just a few guys I hung out with, you know, nobody wanted to know anything about me anyway. And I'm not the direct type to approach people."
“Okay, I remember it a little differently from last night,” I laughed.
“Hey, that was different.”
I gave him another long kiss.
"But there's a whole other problem," I said. "What about our parents?"
A long silence followed.
I spoke again: “I think my father would be cool with that, at least I hope so, and you?”
“I don’t know, we’ll have to take a chance.”
“We can tell them together.”
“Right, a good idea.”
"And when?"
“At your place this afternoon and at mine this afternoon?”
„Okay.“
We showered, got dressed and went into the kitchen, where my father was already sitting at the breakfast table.
"Good morning."
“Good morning, did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, okay, and you?”
"No I haven't."
“How can it?”
"It was pretty loud last night."
The bite stuck in my throat; I was sure that by "loud," he couldn't mean the music or the TV. Patrick blushed and sank completely into his chair.
My father looked at us expectantly.
I was the first to find my words again and stammered something like, "If I tell you now that we watched a porno, you certainly won't believe it. Will you?" My father laughed: "No, definitely not. But calm down. It's no problem. If you're into guys, then that's just how it is. Why not? I was just a little surprised last night."
I took a deep breath and took Patrick's hand. He was still frozen.
"Okay," I said, "we're gay, we had sex last night, we love each other, and we want to stay together."
“That’s what I thought, at least with the first two points,” said my father, grinning to himself.
"Actually, we wanted to teach you this in a more gentle way this afternoon. But it was too late for that now."
"You could say so. And how will your parents react, Patrick?"
He's been listening to the conversation impassively up until now. Now he's coming out of his trance: "Honestly, I have no idea. I hope they're taking this as lightly as you are."
"It'll work. Parents should love their children for who they are."
Chapter
4
In the afternoon, we sat down at Patrick's parents' house for coffee and cake. We talked about school and his upcoming graduation in a year and a half.
At some point, Patrick gathered his courage and said, “Mom, Dad, I, no, we have to tell you something.”
“Yeah, go ahead and shoot, son.”
“So you’ve probably noticed that I haven’t had a girlfriend yet?”
“Yes.”
"That's the thing, I, I don't find anything about girls, I'm gay."
His mother looked at his father and grinned: “See, I was right, a mother knows her children.”
Now it was Patrick who looked at his parents somewhat perplexed: “Uh, what, you were right?”
To which his mother replied with a slight grin: "You know, my boy, a mother knows much more about her children's feelings than you men sometimes like to believe." Patrick apparently still didn't know how to react, so his mother continued: "Well, your father and I have already talked about it because I had a suspicion. You don't need to be afraid or anything."
"You're our son, Patrick, and you'll always be. No matter how much you love me," his father added. Now it was Patrick who hugged his parents: "I love you both too, but I want you to know that Kai here is my friend." We spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying coffee and cake, and Patrick's parents had all sorts of questions to get to know me better.
Of course, they also wanted to meet my father and therefore extended an invitation to dinner for the following Saturday.
Since we had planned a father-son evening that day, I accepted the invitation for both of us. Naturally, I hoped that my father would agree.
That evening we sat in Patrick's room, which was furnished in a typical style for an 18-year-old: a bed, a desk, a sofa with a table, and a wardrobe. The colors were also very tasteful.
We sat down on his sofa and simply reminisced about the day, not without indulging in kisses in between.
“Do you think your dad will accept the invitation?” Patrick asked me.
"I think he's actually always happy when he can meet new people. Sometimes it's really annoying."
"How come?"
"Well, he just likes to approach people and can start a conversation with just about anyone, and well, one time when we're out together and he starts talking to complete strangers, it can be a bit annoying."
“I understand, but otherwise do you get along?”
“Oh yes, he is the best father you could imagine.”
“That’s nice.”
“But your parents seem to be fine too,” I continued the conversation.
“Yes, I have no reason to complain.”
“Do you have any siblings?”
"Yes, a sister who's two years older than me. She's studying media design and lives with her boyfriend," my sweetheart explained. A somewhat longer kissing session ensued.
At some point, Patrick started the conversation with a new question: “I would like to ask you something personal: Do you live alone with your father?”
I thought for a moment and then answered, "Yes, for twelve years. Back then, my mother felt she needed to make her life happen; I think she lives somewhere in Thailand now. I don't know what she's doing exactly, though. To be honest, I don't really care."
"Oh I'm sorry."
"But it doesn't have to be that way. My dad and I have a pretty good arrangement and everything works out great, including the housework and everything."
After another round of kissing, I realized it was finally time to go home. I strolled through the streets of our city and reflected on the day.
What had happened today? I had kissed for the first time, but it was a boy, not a girl, and most importantly, I had enjoyed it.
I thought to myself: It's nice to be in a relationship now; the fact that it was with Patrick didn't bother me at all, quite the opposite.
I knew I was with the cutest boy in town.
Chapter
5
When school started again on Monday, we held back a bit. I really wanted to tell my best friend Levin the whole story in person.
Only, he was at a family gathering all weekend and I didn't have a chance to speak to him until Monday morning.
Like every morning, we met in our classroom on time for class. Levin came over, sat down next to me, and grinned at me: "Everything okay?"
“Sure, why are you asking such a strange question?”
Levin looked me up and down; he knew me better than I thought.
After all, we've known each other since kindergarten. We were best friends from the very beginning. We never had any secrets from each other. We were like brothers, and, quite honestly, there was never anything more.
I mean, until last weekend I hadn't even realized that I could actually develop an attraction to the same sex.
But even if it had been different, with Levin, I simply couldn't imagine it. Although he's certainly not unattractive—blonde medium-length hair, athletic figure, six-pack—a total heartthrob. And he knows how to take advantage of that. (Just in confidence.)
"Come on, boy, I've known you almost my whole life and I can tell that something happened this weekend," he tore me out of my dreams.
This time, it was me who had a grin on his face: "Yes, my friend, something happened. But not here, after school in the village, okay?"
“Okay, whatever you say.”
Then our math teacher, Mr. Schneider, arrived. He was one of the few sensible teachers at our school and also happened to be a very good friend of my father.
Chapter
6
Yes, our nest.
Just outside the city limits, there was a small patch of woods. As children, we always went there to play and romp, as boys do. At some point, we discovered a hidden clearing in the undergrowth.
Since then, we've always met here to share secrets or just have some peace and quiet.
So after school that Monday we went to our nest together.
I have to say that I had told Patrick about my plan, and also that I wanted, or rather needed, to be alone during this conversation with Levin.
Not that anyone misses Patrick in this part of the story.
We sat down in the nest, each opened the Coke we had brought with us, and Levin looked at me expectantly: "So, come on, tell me, what's wrong with you?"
"Well, this isn't quite so easy for me, but I hope you can understand me somehow."
“Now stop it, we’ve been friends for as long as we can remember, I would always understand you.”
"Okay, let's make this short and sweet, I'm not single anymore." Levin looked over at me, somewhat irritated: "And that was so hard; who's the lucky one?"
“Yes, so that’s it, it’s not a she, it’s Patrick.”
I think that was the first time I'd ever seen Levin at a loss for words. He stared at me with his mouth open. Eventually, he found his words again. I hadn't dared to say anything.
"So now you're telling me you've become gay?"
"Yeah, sort of, but I guess I've always been that way, I just hadn't realized it until now."
I tried to interpret his face somehow, but it wasn't easy at all.
"Now say something about that, dude." I was starting to get angry, but Levin seemed to have found his voice again: "Sorry, but..." I feared the worst reaction, but I was wrong. Levin started to grin: "What can I say? I've suspected something like this before."
“How, what, why is this happening now?”
"Come on, you could have had thousands of girlfriends, but you always backed out when things got serious. I actually thought about a few girls, if he wasn't into them, then he must be gay."
A thousand stones were lifted from my heart: “So you don’t mind and we’re still best friends?”
"Sometimes you're a real idiot," Levin looked at me in disbelief. "Of course we're still best friends. You know what we swore to each other when we were 14?"
“Yes, a girl would never tear us apart,” I remembered.
“Exactly, and since things have changed a bit for you, this promise now applies to boys as well.”
We hit each other and hugged each other. Yes, that was true friendship. I then told Levin how Patrick and I had gotten together, and Levin was also looking forward to getting to know Patrick better.
Chapter
7
Later that evening, Levin and I were sitting in my room when the doorbell rang. My mother let the expected visitor in, and I was finally able to introduce my boyfriend to my best friend. Sure, they went to the same school, but Levin, like me until that week, hadn't really had any contact with Patrick.
Be that as it may, the two hit it off right away, and I can't deny that I was quite happy about that. During our conversation, Levin suddenly asked a question that Patrick and I had successfully suppressed until now: "So guys, what do you two lovebirds have in mind for now?" We looked at him, not quite sure what he meant. "So, so far, your parents and I know about you two, so how do you plan to handle things at school?"
We talked about all sorts of things for the rest of the evening until Levin had to go home, too. Patrick slept with me, of course. And believe it or not, we really just slept and cuddled.
On Saturday evening at 6 p.m., my father and I set off to visit Patrick's parents. As befits the occasion, we naturally brought flowers for the lady of the house and a good glass of wine for the man.
After a brief sniff, we immediately began a lively conversation. Patrick and I looked at each other with considerable relief: Our parents liked each other.
Then came the highlight of the evening: Patrick's mother invited us to dinner. And I can tell you, what happened next was truly the highlight.
My father and I had learned to cook in our all-male household, but that was nothing compared to the food a real housewife puts on the table.
For starters, we had a delicious salad, followed by a fantastic main course: roulades with red cabbage and dumplings. To top it all off, we enjoyed a delicious tiramisu.
So the next few weeks passed pretty uneventfully.
However, Patrick and I refrained from holding hands or other forms of affection at school. We wanted to come out publicly, but we always lacked the courage.
Chapter
8
But one morning things were different at school. We were already being looked at strangely.
During the first break, I took Levin aside and asked, "Hey, dude, do you have any idea what's going on here today? Patrick and I are getting strange looks from all sides, the girls whisper and giggle as we walk past them."
"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while. Laura from the parallel class apparently saw you kissing in town last night. Sorry, but I think you've been caught."
Laura! That was tough. A few weeks ago, she really came on to me, but I kept rejecting her.
This was a situation she wasn't used to at all. She's the kind of person who just needs to snap her fingers and guys line up for her.
She knows how to exploit this trait very well. However, she's also just as superficial. A rich, spoiled bitch, after all.
However, she doesn't take rejection well either, and then it became clear to me that she would have to spread the news straight away.
"It's not your fault, Levin. She wants revenge on me, and I gave her the opportunity."
“And what do you want to do now?”
"I don't know, dude, but let's talk to Patrick first. We need to hold a war council. We have two free periods now, so we should meet up in the nest."
Then Patrick came towards us, looking quite disturbed.
“Tell me, do you know what’s going on here today?”
"Yes," I replied, after a brief exchange of glances with Levin. "Come on, let's go to the nest together."
Once we got there, we told Patrick the big news, and at first there was a long silence.
"Shit," Patrick started the conversation again. "Then our secret's out. What do you think, will there be hostilities now?"
"I don't think so," my best friend picked up the thread. "Then something would have happened today. Okay, you two are the talk of the school now, but that will calm down just as quickly."
"You may be right," I replied. "Especially now that the damage has already been done, we should make the best of it."
"So you think we should be completely open about this now?" Patrick asked cautiously. "Then I have an idea: There are always all sorts of couples kissing and holding hands in the schoolyard. Nobody seems to mind. I think we should do the same."
“Hmm,” I pondered, “you might be right, then the gossip would stop as soon as possible.”
No sooner said than done, the decision was made, and we headed back to school. We arrived just in time for recess, stood in the middle of the schoolyard, and started a wild kissing session.
We had no idea what a can of worms we would be opening.
Chapter
9
The break was over, and we went back to the classroom. A murmur of approval went through the room, and some girls even congratulated us. It was true: our entire class was behind us. We were very happy when our teacher, Ms. Meier, entered the room.
She made a serious face and simply said, “Kai and Patrick, you should come to the principal,” and after a short pause, added an energetic “IMMEDIATELY.”
Since we were not aware of any guilt, we knocked expectantly.
„Herein“
We entered the office. Our director, Mr. Schubert (almost 60 years old, receding hairline, horn-rimmed glasses, and wearing a gray suit), was sitting at his desk, seemingly going through some paperwork. Without looking up, he said, "Sit down."
We sat down as instructed. Then he looked up, looked us both in the eye, and said, "You do realize this is a decent school, right?"
"Of course," I replied. "We would never claim otherwise."
“Then why do you make such messes in the schoolyard?”
I could hardly believe what he had just said, although we knew exactly what he meant.
When I found my words again, Patrick sat deathly pale in his chair, I replied, "We are not aware of any guilt, and it would be nice if you could explain the whole thing to us better."
"You can imagine that, for reasons of decency, I cannot tolerate two male students kissing in public on these premises. I don't even want to think about what else you get up to," our headmaster replied.
"Mr. Schubert, with all due respect, we love each other and are a couple. But this is our private matter, and I don't think we need to discuss it with you here, let alone justify it."
I didn't know where I found the courage to say that, but it was said anyway. My sweetheart was still not in control of his senses; he stared alternately at me and the principal.
In any case, our headmaster now blushed, but managed to control himself and then said in a calm tone: "Well, gentlemen, let's be clear: I find the situation quite complicated and don't think we'll be able to reach a common denominator today."
"We see things quite similarly to you, Mr. Schubert. What happens next?" I asked him, still rather irritated.
"You're going home now and coming back tomorrow with your parents, and then we'll look for a solution in the interest of this institution. You can talk to your parents this evening," Mr. Schubert urged us.
“So you’re suspending us from class now?” I asked, stunned.
"No, I'm giving you a leave of absence so you can think deeply about your perverse thoughts. We can continue the conversation tomorrow," our principal had the nerve to reply.
Without a word, we left the office and went straight to our classroom.
"Ah, there you two are at last," Mrs. Meier snapped. "You shouldn't think I'm going to repeat anything for people like you."
"Oh, you know, Ms. Meier, we're just here to get our bags. Mr. Schubert thought we'd better go home. We're probably too perverted for this institution."
"He's right," she replied rather snippily. "So grab your bags and get out of here."
We were just about to leave the classroom; I simply didn't have the energy or the desire to argue anymore. Then a completely different voice spoke up: "Just a moment, please!"
I knew the voice all too well, it was my friend Levin: "Am I understanding this correctly, the two of them are being expelled from school just because they come out as gay?"
“I don’t think I need to discuss this with you,” Meier simply replied.
“Oh, maybe not, but I think I speak for a large part of the class here, and I find this behavior outrageous,” my friend tried to defend me.
“As I said, we don’t discuss disciplinary measures with students here.”
"I don't even want to argue. I think if those two have to go, the rest of us should go too. Then they'll see what they get out of it."
And yes, our classmates really did stand by us. After his call, the entire class stood up and wanted to leave the room with us.
That's when I had to intervene: "Listen, guys, thank you so much for supporting us, and thank you, Levin, for your words. But the last thing we want is for you to get into trouble and get into trouble because of us."
"It doesn't matter!" - "We're on your side!" - "We are a community!" and similar cries rang out from the hall. In the end, I was able to convince my classmates to continue attending class.
Patrick and I went home. Patrick invited his parents there as well, saying we had something important to tell them.
Chapter
10
Parents are an amazing phenomenon. When Patrick and I arrived at my house, his parents were already there.
They waited together in our living room with a cup of coffee to hear our important news.
As we both entered the living room, six eyes looked at us expectantly.
“Now tell us what’s going on, and why are you back from school already?” my father asked.
"Let's get settled in first, and we could use a nice cup of coffee right now," I simply replied. "Then we'll calmly tell you what hell we both had to go through today."
Sighing, my father fetched us two cups and poured us some of the black hot drink.
Secretly, we even enjoyed making the three of them squirm a little longer.
Patrick then felt a bit sorry for them and started with our story of the day.
We then reported everything that had happened today in as much detail as possible.
About the strange behavior of our classmates, the realization that we had been outed by Laura, our war council with Levin, the kiss in the playground, the conversation with the principal, the reaction of Mrs. Meier and, last but not least, the reaction of our classmates.
We have rarely seen jaws drop so slowly but steadily as was the case with our parents' report.
What followed was a stunned silence.
It was Patrick's mother who finally found the words: "This isn't normal. Is this even legal, I mean, that he gave you leave for this?"
"I don't think so," my father responds. "In my opinion, this is clear discrimination. I think some of the teachers at your school are stuck in the past 50 years."
"I agree," Patrick's father chimed in. "Well, we have a good family lawyer, we could sue them to get them back in class."
"I don't think we need to start so harshly. We should wait for tomorrow's meeting before taking further action," my father commented on the situation in his usual matter-of-fact manner.
The next morning, the five of us sat in the principal's office. He came in with a very sad expression, looked at our parents, and actually asked, "I'm glad you were able to take the time to deal with this unpleasant matter. I hope you were able to get over the initial shock tonight?"
"That's out of the question, Mr. Schubert," my father replied. "We're still stunned by what happened here at your institution yesterday. I never would have thought something like this could happen today."
My father calmly skirted the issue and seemed to be sympathetic to our principal. Knowing him, however, I knew that he wasn't so calm inside.
"Don't worry about that," our principal said, already on the road to victory. "I've already picked out a few addresses for you; they're special boarding schools that will help your sons."
“Dear Mr. Schubert, I think you misunderstood me. We are shocked by your behavior yesterday and by the leave of absence,” my father replied.
“So you also support your sons’ behavior?” asked our red-faced principal.
"Absolutely," Patrick's father now explained. "First of all, we live in 2019 and not somewhere in the 50s or 60s of the last century. Second, they're both adults and already know what they're doing. And third, they didn't commit a crime at all; they just kissed."
“We believe that your behavior violates several laws, and we are considering filing a lawsuit to allow our sons to return to school,” Patrick’s father explained.
"If that's the case, you didn't want it any other way. This afternoon there will be a staff meeting that will focus exclusively on your sons. We will discuss expelling them both from school. There's nothing more to say on the matter. May I ask you to leave now? I have another appointment," the principal then explained.
Our parents were probably too proud to say anything else, so we stood up and left the office.
Chapter
11
Now it was time for another war council, this time in our living room. Since no one had prepared lunch at home, we quickly brought a couple of pizzas. We gentlemen drank a beer with it, and my father also gave us a shot of Korn beforehand. He thought we could use that right now.
So we were going to be expelled from school. We were all convinced that we had every chance of winning in a legal battle.
The question was whether this would be good for us, since Patrick and I knew our teaching staff; they tended to be very old-fashioned or subservient to our principal out of fear of professional problems. Okay, there were exceptions, like Martin Schneider, a close friend of my father, but the majority were certainly on the principal's side. It could well be that we would have to fear reprisals if our lawsuit were successful. The teachers always have the upper hand.
Unfortunately, we lived in a small town, the nearest high school was quite far away, and there was not only the question of how to get to school, but also whether we could find accommodation there in the middle of the school year.
Late in the afternoon, the bell rang, and then our teacher, Martin Scheider, arrived. He reported that the teachers' conference had the outcome the principal had desired.
Patrick and I found ourselves without school a year and a half before our high school graduation.
Martin and two or three other colleagues fought like lions, but most of the teachers followed the principal.
Martin also believed that we no longer had much chance with the teaching staff, even if we could certainly get the expulsion overturned by taking legal action.
Martin also assured us that he would ask the ministry for a transfer to another school in the next few weeks.
That was certainly a good decision, but it couldn't help us at the moment.
But Martin did have a suggestion: “Schubert suggested that you send them both to boarding school?”
"Yes, but it's supposed to be some kind of reformatory," my father replied. "We couldn't really take that suggestion seriously."
"No, that's not what I meant," Martin immediately reassured us. "The thing is, a fellow student of mine runs a boarding school. I know from him that there are quite a few gay couples at his school."
Now Patrick and I were immediately on fire: “What, you mean we could live there together and get our high school diploma?”
"Yes," Martin Schneider confirmed. "I've already spoken to my colleague; he still has a chance of accepting you in the new year. However, you'd have to take a performance test at the end of this school year. He wants to use this to determine whether you might have to repeat the school year. You're losing half a year now."
Our parents didn't think the idea was bad either and promised us that we could take a look at the school.
"Dad, that would be great if this works out," I said happily. "Patrick and I can look for a job in the next six months to help with the financing."
"Wait a minute," Patrick's father intervened. "You two need to get your act together so you can learn the current material. Think about the entrance exam. I can only speak for myself, but that probably wouldn't be a problem with the financing." My father confirmed this. However, he insisted that he also wanted to take legal action against our old school, or rather the principal. He wanted to discuss the necessary steps with Levin's father, who has long been our family's lawyer.
A week later, we were on our way to boarding school. My father had rented a van for the two-hour drive so that all five of us could sit comfortably.
Chapter
12
On the way to boarding school, I reflected on the past week. What hadn't happened since our expulsion?
Patrick and I spent most of our time at home. On the first afternoon, Levin came to visit, of course. He wanted to tell us everything that had happened at school today.
Well, our reprimand made the rounds pretty quickly. School is like an office or something similar. The office gossip always works. Levin explained to us that the outrage was particularly intense in our grade, but also elsewhere in the school. Of course, there were also a certain number of dimwits who had been heard saying things like "serves you right, faggots" or similar things. But according to Levin, that was clearly the minority, and they were quickly silenced by the rest.
There was a lively discussion in our class about whether it might be a good idea to go on strike now. Levin, in particular, was one of the leading voices here. He said to us again that afternoon: "What would the teachers do if we stopped participating? Bombard us all with Fs? So what! It's not in the school's best interest if the entire class fails their final exams."
Well, this proposal, of course, didn't find a majority, which Patrick and I could understand perfectly well. Levin was just like his father, the lawyer, willing to fight a fight to the bitter end. But for most of them, a lot was at stake with their high school graduation. Especially for the classmates who might still be on the brink. Even though graduation is still a year and a half away.
Finally, it was agreed to strike the Meier today. And sure enough, the entire class sat in their seats during class and refused to participate. Our class teacher nearly lost her temper. According to the headmaster, this behavior would also affect the oral exam grade.
But Levin said, and everyone agreed, that a grade of six in the oral exam would be bearable.
Patrick and I asked Levin not to plan any further actions yet; we didn't want our classmates to get into trouble with their parents because of us.
After Levin's report, we went over the day's material so that Patrick and I could stay up to date on that as well. Before he went home that evening, Levin promised us that we would do this every day from now on. But not before giving us the day's homework.
The next day, my father had an appointment with the school director of the state school board. My father wanted to handle the appointment alone. Patrick and I should focus on our studies instead.
After returning home, however, he reported to us that the meeting had gone rather poorly. It had apparently turned out that the official was on first-name terms with our director. This was probably the reason why my father felt that, despite his promise to deal with the case immediately, the relevant files would probably remain on his desk longer than necessary.
This strengthened our parents, who met again in our living room that evening, in their decision to take legal action against the school.
But our main concern was no longer about returning to school.
Patrick and I liked the idea of living together at a boarding school and also becoming somewhat independent from our parents' home.
Of course, it would be difficult for us to leave our friends here, especially after how they had supported us.
But with WhatsApp, Skype and other modern means of communication, it was ensured that contact would not be lost.
Nobody was angry with us about our intention or anything. At least, there were no negative comments at an evening meeting.
Then we had an appointment with our fathers with Levin's father. He also couldn't understand the reaction of our school administration and happily accepted the mandate.
He also believed that the school's entire approach was legally shaky. He wanted to first make this clear with a letter to the school administration and the school board and then wait for their response.
The second step would be a lawsuit. Our legal counsel was fairly certain that at the end of the proceedings, some people would no longer remain in their positions.
After this conversation, we were a little more optimistic about the future and eagerly awaited the interview at the boarding school.
Chapter
13
When we arrived at the boarding school, we were amazed. At the edge of a small town, an imposing building stood on a hill. Behind a wall, we could see the entrance and the adjacent lobby. Various corridors led from there. Judging by the signs, there were two wings leading to the individual rooms: one wing to the specialist rooms, one to the classrooms, and another to the administrative area.
I should also mention that I actually noticed two boys kissing in the entrance hall.
We headed straight to the administrative area, knocked on the director's office door, and after a friendly welcome, we entered. It was painted in bright colors and also furnished with new office furniture. All in all, a very friendly impression.
The same was true of the man who immediately came around his desk after we entered and greeted us all with a friendly handshake.
Although he already knew our story in general terms, he now asked us to tell our lives in detail, which we did without embellishing anything or omitting anything.
He was quite appalled by the behavior at our previous school and assured us that such behavior would definitely not occur at his school.
This was followed by a tour of the building and grounds. We were particularly impressed by the outdoor area, which features a large park, a soccer field, a basketball court, and plenty of seating for relaxing and studying.
The formalities were quickly completed, and Patrick and I were able to feel like students at this boarding school starting with the new school year. The only thing that wasn't clear yet was which grade we'd be in. We were supposed to take an achievement test during the summer break. We promised to study the material thoroughly over the next few months with the help of our friends.
For the next four months, we had a clearly structured daily routine. The only difference from school life was that we had "lessons" in the afternoon and could use the mornings for independent study.
Every day after school, Levin would stop by my door to go over the day's material with us. He saw it as an easy way to internalize the material once more, and we benefited from it. We were even able to do our homework in the mornings.
What I liked best about it was that Levin even gave us a copy of each exam, which we then had to take.
A lot has happened at our former school during that time. Levin's father really pulled out all the stops. He wrote directly to the relevant Ministry of Education. The case was met with open ears there, as our new Minister of Education had recently come out as gay. Well, what can I say? The honorable principal was forced into early retirement, just like his colleague, Ms. Meier.
Our friend Martin Schneider was appointed as the new headmaster. Patrick and I then seriously considered abandoning the boarding school plan and returning to our old school.
But also on the advice of Mr. Schneider, who believed that boarding school would be very beneficial for our development, we stuck to the plan. In mid-July, our parents took us to our new school, or rather, our new home.
After a brief conversation in the principal's office, he took us to our new room, which we still had to share with a third student. This was a bit of a disappointment, but at least we hopefully had someone who could show us everything and explain some of the details that the principal hadn't shared with us.
Oh yes, I would also like to mention that we passed the upcoming performance test with flying colors and therefore did not have to repeat a year.
The first few weeks were dedicated to settling in, as regular classes didn't start until later. We got to know our classmates and even became friends with some of them. One positive thing was that we could live out our relationship quite publicly. We hadn't expected this to happen in this way.
I may write at a later date about the trials and tribulations that our everyday life at boarding school continues with.
This is my first work. Some of you may already know it, as I previously published the story on a portal that unfortunately no longer exists.
I just had to change the ending a bit, because I had originally included a cross-reference to another story, which wouldn't have made sense here.
I would like to mention that the story is in no way autobiographical.
Everything corresponds to my imagination.
In any case, I really enjoyed writing it.
1
First, I'd like to briefly introduce myself: I'm Kai, 18 years old, and in the twelfth grade at a high school in our town. I plan to graduate from high school there next year.
I am 1.76 cm tall, slim and have black hair.
At school, I'm more of a loner, but not an outsider. I'm just not the type to hang out at parties all weekend. I prefer to stay home and study. Of course, that also affects my grades.
I don't have a girlfriend at the moment; not because I don't want one, it just hasn't happened yet. And honestly, that doesn't bother me much.
At the beginning of January, we'll be given a presentation as homework for the next three weeks. We're supposed to work in pairs. The teams will be chosen freely by the teacher.
I had to work with Patrick. Patrick is my age, 6'1", slim, and has curly blond hair.
We had three weeks to complete the presentation. Since I had another room next to my room that I used as a study, we agreed to meet at my place in the afternoons during those three weeks. We would also do the other homework together there.
We worked so intensively during those three weeks that we finished by Thursday evening. As a reward, we planned to have a long DVD night at my place on Friday. I have an extensive DVD collection.
The work over the three weeks was a lot of fun, and Patrick, with whom I hadn't had much contact before, was also a very pleasant companion. I secretly hoped we would continue to learn together.
On Friday, Patrick came to my place promptly at 7:00 p.m. He'd brought something to drink, as agreed. I'd provided snacks. We ordered pizza, and I put on the first Star Wars movie.
Chapter
2
"What do you think about taking off our jeans and sitting on the couch in just our boxers?" I asked Patrick, and he liked the idea. "Sorry," he said, "I'm only wearing a sweater and no shirt underneath. It's too warm for me, though. Does it bother you?"
"No, go ahead. It's just between us."
So I sit in shorts and a shirt on the left and he sits in shorts on the right on the three-seater sofa.
I wondered why he didn't have a girlfriend. He had a smooth face and a slight six-pack. All in all, a very handsome person.
"I've really enjoyed the last few weeks," I told him. "Learning together and all that."
"Yes, I found that very pleasant too," Patrick replied. Again, we watched the film in silence.
I kept catching myself looking at him, wondering what was wrong with me? I'm not gay, am I? I'd never really been with girls before. And this half-naked boy in my room was definitely arousing. Luckily, I had a blanket over me.
By three o'clock I was feeling quite tired: "You know what, I'm going to lie down, I'm dead tired."
“Yeah, good idea, me too. When you’re gone, the sofa is free.”
"Oh, come on," I replied, "you can't really lie there, come to bed with me. We're both adults."
I didn't know why I said that, but I could see a slight smile on his face. Partly afraid of myself, I tried to defuse the situation and said, "You'd better take the blanket with you, I have mine in bed." I thought I could see a hint of disappointment in his eyes.
We then lay in my wide bed, each under our own blanket. Although I was quite tired, I couldn't fall asleep. I kept thinking about Patrick lying next to me. But I wasn't really allowed to think like that. "Can't you fall asleep either, Kai?" Patrick asked me. "No, not really." I looked over at him and noticed him almost staring at me.
Then he moved his head toward mine and started kissing me. I wanted, and should have, resisted, but for some reason I opened my mouth, returned the kiss, and allowed his tongue to wander into mine. We kissed like that for a few minutes. Then my mind took over, and I broke away from the kiss.
"What was that all about?" I asked him, somewhat harshly. Patrick was genuinely startled by my tone and mumbled disappointedly, "Excuse me." Then he stood up and started to get dressed. "No, I have to apologize," I said, "I didn't mean to sound so harsh. Please stay here, I think we need to talk." He looked at me questioningly. "Please come back to bed."
He lay down next to me, and I put my arm around him, saying nothing at first. I wanted him to make the first move. After a few minutes of silence, he suddenly said, "I've fallen in love with you, that's when that kiss came to me."
Quiet.
I didn't say anything at first. I sensed he wanted to say more, so I hugged him tightly for support. "I just thought, when you said we could take our pants off and then invited me into your bed, that you had feelings for me too. I'm sorry."
"Patrick, please listen to me, you don't have to apologize for anything. I returned the kiss and I thought it was very nice. I was just a little surprised. I wasn't expecting the kiss or my reaction." Silence reigns in the room again.
“I’d like to ask you a question, Kai?”
“Yes, please.”
“But you can’t be mad at me.”
“I promise, so ask.”
"Do you feel something for me too? I mean, more than friendship?"
"Patrick, I've really enjoyed the last few weeks with you and have been thinking about you a lot. I also thought the kiss I had with you was very nice, and I like the way you're lying in my arms now. I can definitely say that I feel more than friendship for you."
Patrick looks at me expectantly, he realizes that I'm going to say a BUT.
"But I don't know if that's love." I pause for a moment. "You know, until tonight, I never considered the possibility of being gay, let alone dating a guy. Somehow, it was always clear to me that at some point I would have a girlfriend, then marry her, and have children with her."
Another pause, Patrick looks at me somewhat disappointed. He's now resting his head on my chest.
"But a lot has changed tonight, I think. When you were sitting half-naked with me on the sofa, I have to admit that it aroused me. Then the kiss, which I enjoyed very much. And I also think it's very nice that you're lying here in my bed now. I really like you and find it very pleasant to spend time with you. I'm also sure that my feelings for you go beyond mere friendship. I just can't say whether this is love and whether I'm ready for a gay relationship."
“I would like to give you time to sort out your feelings for me.”
"Mhhhh, I really like you and don't want to hurt you. That's why you have to be clear about one thing, no matter what happens between us tonight: It might be the first and last time. Could you live with that?"
“Yes, the main thing is that I can stay near you.”
I couldn't help myself; I had to kiss him now. This developed into a wild smooch that ended with my first gay sex (my first sex ever). We then fell asleep cuddled up together.
The next morning, I woke up first thing, with Patrick in my arms. I thought about what had happened last night: We'd had a wonderful night, and my emotions were on a rollercoaster. Am I gay now? Or am I not? But why had I enjoyed all of this so much? Why did I feel so comfortable with Patrick in my arms?
I thought about everything intensely. Then I made a decision.
When Patrick woke up, he looked at me with wide eyes. I kissed him on the mouth and said, "Thank you."
"For what?"
"For this night. That was fantastic, and now waking up next to you, beautiful."
Patrick seems a little disturbed because he doesn't yet know how to interpret my words.
“I thought it was nice too, but… what does that mean for us now?”
Chapter
3
"Patrick, I know I told you I need to figure out my feelings first. I like you very much, I miss you when you're not here, and last night was wonderful. I was awake a while before you this morning. I saw your face and I was happy. So what I'm trying to say is, what I feel for you can only be love."
I lean over and give him a French kiss. His eyes sparkle.
“Do you really want to be with me, Kai?” asks Patrick.
“Yes, I want nothing more right now.”
“Even… well, in public?”
“Hmm, I think we shouldn’t hide.”
“But that could certainly cause difficulties here and there.”
"Okay, you're certainly right, but I think my friends are pretty cool about it. And yours?"
"I don't have that many, just a few guys I hung out with, you know, nobody wanted to know anything about me anyway. And I'm not the direct type to approach people."
“Okay, I remember it a little differently from last night,” I laughed.
“Hey, that was different.”
I gave him another long kiss.
"But there's a whole other problem," I said. "What about our parents?"
A long silence followed.
I spoke again: “I think my father would be cool with that, at least I hope so, and you?”
“I don’t know, we’ll have to take a chance.”
“We can tell them together.”
“Right, a good idea.”
"And when?"
“At your place this afternoon and at mine this afternoon?”
„Okay.“
We showered, got dressed and went into the kitchen, where my father was already sitting at the breakfast table.
"Good morning."
“Good morning, did you sleep well?”
“Yeah, okay, and you?”
"No I haven't."
“How can it?”
"It was pretty loud last night."
The bite stuck in my throat; I was sure that by "loud," he couldn't mean the music or the TV. Patrick blushed and sank completely into his chair.
My father looked at us expectantly.
I was the first to find my words again and stammered something like, "If I tell you now that we watched a porno, you certainly won't believe it. Will you?" My father laughed: "No, definitely not. But calm down. It's no problem. If you're into guys, then that's just how it is. Why not? I was just a little surprised last night."
I took a deep breath and took Patrick's hand. He was still frozen.
"Okay," I said, "we're gay, we had sex last night, we love each other, and we want to stay together."
“That’s what I thought, at least with the first two points,” said my father, grinning to himself.
"Actually, we wanted to teach you this in a more gentle way this afternoon. But it was too late for that now."
"You could say so. And how will your parents react, Patrick?"
He's been listening to the conversation impassively up until now. Now he's coming out of his trance: "Honestly, I have no idea. I hope they're taking this as lightly as you are."
"It'll work. Parents should love their children for who they are."
Chapter
4
In the afternoon, we sat down at Patrick's parents' house for coffee and cake. We talked about school and his upcoming graduation in a year and a half.
At some point, Patrick gathered his courage and said, “Mom, Dad, I, no, we have to tell you something.”
“Yeah, go ahead and shoot, son.”
“So you’ve probably noticed that I haven’t had a girlfriend yet?”
“Yes.”
"That's the thing, I, I don't find anything about girls, I'm gay."
His mother looked at his father and grinned: “See, I was right, a mother knows her children.”
Now it was Patrick who looked at his parents somewhat perplexed: “Uh, what, you were right?”
To which his mother replied with a slight grin: "You know, my boy, a mother knows much more about her children's feelings than you men sometimes like to believe." Patrick apparently still didn't know how to react, so his mother continued: "Well, your father and I have already talked about it because I had a suspicion. You don't need to be afraid or anything."
"You're our son, Patrick, and you'll always be. No matter how much you love me," his father added. Now it was Patrick who hugged his parents: "I love you both too, but I want you to know that Kai here is my friend." We spent the rest of the afternoon enjoying coffee and cake, and Patrick's parents had all sorts of questions to get to know me better.
Of course, they also wanted to meet my father and therefore extended an invitation to dinner for the following Saturday.
Since we had planned a father-son evening that day, I accepted the invitation for both of us. Naturally, I hoped that my father would agree.
That evening we sat in Patrick's room, which was furnished in a typical style for an 18-year-old: a bed, a desk, a sofa with a table, and a wardrobe. The colors were also very tasteful.
We sat down on his sofa and simply reminisced about the day, not without indulging in kisses in between.
“Do you think your dad will accept the invitation?” Patrick asked me.
"I think he's actually always happy when he can meet new people. Sometimes it's really annoying."
"How come?"
"Well, he just likes to approach people and can start a conversation with just about anyone, and well, one time when we're out together and he starts talking to complete strangers, it can be a bit annoying."
“I understand, but otherwise do you get along?”
“Oh yes, he is the best father you could imagine.”
“That’s nice.”
“But your parents seem to be fine too,” I continued the conversation.
“Yes, I have no reason to complain.”
“Do you have any siblings?”
"Yes, a sister who's two years older than me. She's studying media design and lives with her boyfriend," my sweetheart explained. A somewhat longer kissing session ensued.
At some point, Patrick started the conversation with a new question: “I would like to ask you something personal: Do you live alone with your father?”
I thought for a moment and then answered, "Yes, for twelve years. Back then, my mother felt she needed to make her life happen; I think she lives somewhere in Thailand now. I don't know what she's doing exactly, though. To be honest, I don't really care."
"Oh I'm sorry."
"But it doesn't have to be that way. My dad and I have a pretty good arrangement and everything works out great, including the housework and everything."
After another round of kissing, I realized it was finally time to go home. I strolled through the streets of our city and reflected on the day.
What had happened today? I had kissed for the first time, but it was a boy, not a girl, and most importantly, I had enjoyed it.
I thought to myself: It's nice to be in a relationship now; the fact that it was with Patrick didn't bother me at all, quite the opposite.
I knew I was with the cutest boy in town.
Chapter
5
When school started again on Monday, we held back a bit. I really wanted to tell my best friend Levin the whole story in person.
Only, he was at a family gathering all weekend and I didn't have a chance to speak to him until Monday morning.
Like every morning, we met in our classroom on time for class. Levin came over, sat down next to me, and grinned at me: "Everything okay?"
“Sure, why are you asking such a strange question?”
Levin looked me up and down; he knew me better than I thought.
After all, we've known each other since kindergarten. We were best friends from the very beginning. We never had any secrets from each other. We were like brothers, and, quite honestly, there was never anything more.
I mean, until last weekend I hadn't even realized that I could actually develop an attraction to the same sex.
But even if it had been different, with Levin, I simply couldn't imagine it. Although he's certainly not unattractive—blonde medium-length hair, athletic figure, six-pack—a total heartthrob. And he knows how to take advantage of that. (Just in confidence.)
"Come on, boy, I've known you almost my whole life and I can tell that something happened this weekend," he tore me out of my dreams.
This time, it was me who had a grin on his face: "Yes, my friend, something happened. But not here, after school in the village, okay?"
“Okay, whatever you say.”
Then our math teacher, Mr. Schneider, arrived. He was one of the few sensible teachers at our school and also happened to be a very good friend of my father.
Chapter
6
Yes, our nest.
Just outside the city limits, there was a small patch of woods. As children, we always went there to play and romp, as boys do. At some point, we discovered a hidden clearing in the undergrowth.
Since then, we've always met here to share secrets or just have some peace and quiet.
So after school that Monday we went to our nest together.
I have to say that I had told Patrick about my plan, and also that I wanted, or rather needed, to be alone during this conversation with Levin.
Not that anyone misses Patrick in this part of the story.
We sat down in the nest, each opened the Coke we had brought with us, and Levin looked at me expectantly: "So, come on, tell me, what's wrong with you?"
"Well, this isn't quite so easy for me, but I hope you can understand me somehow."
“Now stop it, we’ve been friends for as long as we can remember, I would always understand you.”
"Okay, let's make this short and sweet, I'm not single anymore." Levin looked over at me, somewhat irritated: "And that was so hard; who's the lucky one?"
“Yes, so that’s it, it’s not a she, it’s Patrick.”
I think that was the first time I'd ever seen Levin at a loss for words. He stared at me with his mouth open. Eventually, he found his words again. I hadn't dared to say anything.
"So now you're telling me you've become gay?"
"Yeah, sort of, but I guess I've always been that way, I just hadn't realized it until now."
I tried to interpret his face somehow, but it wasn't easy at all.
"Now say something about that, dude." I was starting to get angry, but Levin seemed to have found his voice again: "Sorry, but..." I feared the worst reaction, but I was wrong. Levin started to grin: "What can I say? I've suspected something like this before."
“How, what, why is this happening now?”
"Come on, you could have had thousands of girlfriends, but you always backed out when things got serious. I actually thought about a few girls, if he wasn't into them, then he must be gay."
A thousand stones were lifted from my heart: “So you don’t mind and we’re still best friends?”
"Sometimes you're a real idiot," Levin looked at me in disbelief. "Of course we're still best friends. You know what we swore to each other when we were 14?"
“Yes, a girl would never tear us apart,” I remembered.
“Exactly, and since things have changed a bit for you, this promise now applies to boys as well.”
We hit each other and hugged each other. Yes, that was true friendship. I then told Levin how Patrick and I had gotten together, and Levin was also looking forward to getting to know Patrick better.
Chapter
7
Later that evening, Levin and I were sitting in my room when the doorbell rang. My mother let the expected visitor in, and I was finally able to introduce my boyfriend to my best friend. Sure, they went to the same school, but Levin, like me until that week, hadn't really had any contact with Patrick.
Be that as it may, the two hit it off right away, and I can't deny that I was quite happy about that. During our conversation, Levin suddenly asked a question that Patrick and I had successfully suppressed until now: "So guys, what do you two lovebirds have in mind for now?" We looked at him, not quite sure what he meant. "So, so far, your parents and I know about you two, so how do you plan to handle things at school?"
We talked about all sorts of things for the rest of the evening until Levin had to go home, too. Patrick slept with me, of course. And believe it or not, we really just slept and cuddled.
On Saturday evening at 6 p.m., my father and I set off to visit Patrick's parents. As befits the occasion, we naturally brought flowers for the lady of the house and a good glass of wine for the man.
After a brief sniff, we immediately began a lively conversation. Patrick and I looked at each other with considerable relief: Our parents liked each other.
Then came the highlight of the evening: Patrick's mother invited us to dinner. And I can tell you, what happened next was truly the highlight.
My father and I had learned to cook in our all-male household, but that was nothing compared to the food a real housewife puts on the table.
For starters, we had a delicious salad, followed by a fantastic main course: roulades with red cabbage and dumplings. To top it all off, we enjoyed a delicious tiramisu.
So the next few weeks passed pretty uneventfully.
However, Patrick and I refrained from holding hands or other forms of affection at school. We wanted to come out publicly, but we always lacked the courage.
Chapter
8
But one morning things were different at school. We were already being looked at strangely.
During the first break, I took Levin aside and asked, "Hey, dude, do you have any idea what's going on here today? Patrick and I are getting strange looks from all sides, the girls whisper and giggle as we walk past them."
"I've been meaning to tell you this for a while. Laura from the parallel class apparently saw you kissing in town last night. Sorry, but I think you've been caught."
Laura! That was tough. A few weeks ago, she really came on to me, but I kept rejecting her.
This was a situation she wasn't used to at all. She's the kind of person who just needs to snap her fingers and guys line up for her.
She knows how to exploit this trait very well. However, she's also just as superficial. A rich, spoiled bitch, after all.
However, she doesn't take rejection well either, and then it became clear to me that she would have to spread the news straight away.
"It's not your fault, Levin. She wants revenge on me, and I gave her the opportunity."
“And what do you want to do now?”
"I don't know, dude, but let's talk to Patrick first. We need to hold a war council. We have two free periods now, so we should meet up in the nest."
Then Patrick came towards us, looking quite disturbed.
“Tell me, do you know what’s going on here today?”
"Yes," I replied, after a brief exchange of glances with Levin. "Come on, let's go to the nest together."
Once we got there, we told Patrick the big news, and at first there was a long silence.
"Shit," Patrick started the conversation again. "Then our secret's out. What do you think, will there be hostilities now?"
"I don't think so," my best friend picked up the thread. "Then something would have happened today. Okay, you two are the talk of the school now, but that will calm down just as quickly."
"You may be right," I replied. "Especially now that the damage has already been done, we should make the best of it."
"So you think we should be completely open about this now?" Patrick asked cautiously. "Then I have an idea: There are always all sorts of couples kissing and holding hands in the schoolyard. Nobody seems to mind. I think we should do the same."
“Hmm,” I pondered, “you might be right, then the gossip would stop as soon as possible.”
No sooner said than done, the decision was made, and we headed back to school. We arrived just in time for recess, stood in the middle of the schoolyard, and started a wild kissing session.
We had no idea what a can of worms we would be opening.
Chapter
9
The break was over, and we went back to the classroom. A murmur of approval went through the room, and some girls even congratulated us. It was true: our entire class was behind us. We were very happy when our teacher, Ms. Meier, entered the room.
She made a serious face and simply said, “Kai and Patrick, you should come to the principal,” and after a short pause, added an energetic “IMMEDIATELY.”
Since we were not aware of any guilt, we knocked expectantly.
„Herein“
We entered the office. Our director, Mr. Schubert (almost 60 years old, receding hairline, horn-rimmed glasses, and wearing a gray suit), was sitting at his desk, seemingly going through some paperwork. Without looking up, he said, "Sit down."
We sat down as instructed. Then he looked up, looked us both in the eye, and said, "You do realize this is a decent school, right?"
"Of course," I replied. "We would never claim otherwise."
“Then why do you make such messes in the schoolyard?”
I could hardly believe what he had just said, although we knew exactly what he meant.
When I found my words again, Patrick sat deathly pale in his chair, I replied, "We are not aware of any guilt, and it would be nice if you could explain the whole thing to us better."
"You can imagine that, for reasons of decency, I cannot tolerate two male students kissing in public on these premises. I don't even want to think about what else you get up to," our headmaster replied.
"Mr. Schubert, with all due respect, we love each other and are a couple. But this is our private matter, and I don't think we need to discuss it with you here, let alone justify it."
I didn't know where I found the courage to say that, but it was said anyway. My sweetheart was still not in control of his senses; he stared alternately at me and the principal.
In any case, our headmaster now blushed, but managed to control himself and then said in a calm tone: "Well, gentlemen, let's be clear: I find the situation quite complicated and don't think we'll be able to reach a common denominator today."
"We see things quite similarly to you, Mr. Schubert. What happens next?" I asked him, still rather irritated.
"You're going home now and coming back tomorrow with your parents, and then we'll look for a solution in the interest of this institution. You can talk to your parents this evening," Mr. Schubert urged us.
“So you’re suspending us from class now?” I asked, stunned.
"No, I'm giving you a leave of absence so you can think deeply about your perverse thoughts. We can continue the conversation tomorrow," our principal had the nerve to reply.
Without a word, we left the office and went straight to our classroom.
"Ah, there you two are at last," Mrs. Meier snapped. "You shouldn't think I'm going to repeat anything for people like you."
"Oh, you know, Ms. Meier, we're just here to get our bags. Mr. Schubert thought we'd better go home. We're probably too perverted for this institution."
"He's right," she replied rather snippily. "So grab your bags and get out of here."
We were just about to leave the classroom; I simply didn't have the energy or the desire to argue anymore. Then a completely different voice spoke up: "Just a moment, please!"
I knew the voice all too well, it was my friend Levin: "Am I understanding this correctly, the two of them are being expelled from school just because they come out as gay?"
“I don’t think I need to discuss this with you,” Meier simply replied.
“Oh, maybe not, but I think I speak for a large part of the class here, and I find this behavior outrageous,” my friend tried to defend me.
“As I said, we don’t discuss disciplinary measures with students here.”
"I don't even want to argue. I think if those two have to go, the rest of us should go too. Then they'll see what they get out of it."
And yes, our classmates really did stand by us. After his call, the entire class stood up and wanted to leave the room with us.
That's when I had to intervene: "Listen, guys, thank you so much for supporting us, and thank you, Levin, for your words. But the last thing we want is for you to get into trouble and get into trouble because of us."
"It doesn't matter!" - "We're on your side!" - "We are a community!" and similar cries rang out from the hall. In the end, I was able to convince my classmates to continue attending class.
Patrick and I went home. Patrick invited his parents there as well, saying we had something important to tell them.
Chapter
10
Parents are an amazing phenomenon. When Patrick and I arrived at my house, his parents were already there.
They waited together in our living room with a cup of coffee to hear our important news.
As we both entered the living room, six eyes looked at us expectantly.
“Now tell us what’s going on, and why are you back from school already?” my father asked.
"Let's get settled in first, and we could use a nice cup of coffee right now," I simply replied. "Then we'll calmly tell you what hell we both had to go through today."
Sighing, my father fetched us two cups and poured us some of the black hot drink.
Secretly, we even enjoyed making the three of them squirm a little longer.
Patrick then felt a bit sorry for them and started with our story of the day.
We then reported everything that had happened today in as much detail as possible.
About the strange behavior of our classmates, the realization that we had been outed by Laura, our war council with Levin, the kiss in the playground, the conversation with the principal, the reaction of Mrs. Meier and, last but not least, the reaction of our classmates.
We have rarely seen jaws drop so slowly but steadily as was the case with our parents' report.
What followed was a stunned silence.
It was Patrick's mother who finally found the words: "This isn't normal. Is this even legal, I mean, that he gave you leave for this?"
"I don't think so," my father responds. "In my opinion, this is clear discrimination. I think some of the teachers at your school are stuck in the past 50 years."
"I agree," Patrick's father chimed in. "Well, we have a good family lawyer, we could sue them to get them back in class."
"I don't think we need to start so harshly. We should wait for tomorrow's meeting before taking further action," my father commented on the situation in his usual matter-of-fact manner.
The next morning, the five of us sat in the principal's office. He came in with a very sad expression, looked at our parents, and actually asked, "I'm glad you were able to take the time to deal with this unpleasant matter. I hope you were able to get over the initial shock tonight?"
"That's out of the question, Mr. Schubert," my father replied. "We're still stunned by what happened here at your institution yesterday. I never would have thought something like this could happen today."
My father calmly skirted the issue and seemed to be sympathetic to our principal. Knowing him, however, I knew that he wasn't so calm inside.
"Don't worry about that," our principal said, already on the road to victory. "I've already picked out a few addresses for you; they're special boarding schools that will help your sons."
“Dear Mr. Schubert, I think you misunderstood me. We are shocked by your behavior yesterday and by the leave of absence,” my father replied.
“So you also support your sons’ behavior?” asked our red-faced principal.
"Absolutely," Patrick's father now explained. "First of all, we live in 2019 and not somewhere in the 50s or 60s of the last century. Second, they're both adults and already know what they're doing. And third, they didn't commit a crime at all; they just kissed."
“We believe that your behavior violates several laws, and we are considering filing a lawsuit to allow our sons to return to school,” Patrick’s father explained.
"If that's the case, you didn't want it any other way. This afternoon there will be a staff meeting that will focus exclusively on your sons. We will discuss expelling them both from school. There's nothing more to say on the matter. May I ask you to leave now? I have another appointment," the principal then explained.
Our parents were probably too proud to say anything else, so we stood up and left the office.
Chapter
11
Now it was time for another war council, this time in our living room. Since no one had prepared lunch at home, we quickly brought a couple of pizzas. We gentlemen drank a beer with it, and my father also gave us a shot of Korn beforehand. He thought we could use that right now.
So we were going to be expelled from school. We were all convinced that we had every chance of winning in a legal battle.
The question was whether this would be good for us, since Patrick and I knew our teaching staff; they tended to be very old-fashioned or subservient to our principal out of fear of professional problems. Okay, there were exceptions, like Martin Schneider, a close friend of my father, but the majority were certainly on the principal's side. It could well be that we would have to fear reprisals if our lawsuit were successful. The teachers always have the upper hand.
Unfortunately, we lived in a small town, the nearest high school was quite far away, and there was not only the question of how to get to school, but also whether we could find accommodation there in the middle of the school year.
Late in the afternoon, the bell rang, and then our teacher, Martin Scheider, arrived. He reported that the teachers' conference had the outcome the principal had desired.
Patrick and I found ourselves without school a year and a half before our high school graduation.
Martin and two or three other colleagues fought like lions, but most of the teachers followed the principal.
Martin also believed that we no longer had much chance with the teaching staff, even if we could certainly get the expulsion overturned by taking legal action.
Martin also assured us that he would ask the ministry for a transfer to another school in the next few weeks.
That was certainly a good decision, but it couldn't help us at the moment.
But Martin did have a suggestion: “Schubert suggested that you send them both to boarding school?”
"Yes, but it's supposed to be some kind of reformatory," my father replied. "We couldn't really take that suggestion seriously."
"No, that's not what I meant," Martin immediately reassured us. "The thing is, a fellow student of mine runs a boarding school. I know from him that there are quite a few gay couples at his school."
Now Patrick and I were immediately on fire: “What, you mean we could live there together and get our high school diploma?”
"Yes," Martin Schneider confirmed. "I've already spoken to my colleague; he still has a chance of accepting you in the new year. However, you'd have to take a performance test at the end of this school year. He wants to use this to determine whether you might have to repeat the school year. You're losing half a year now."
Our parents didn't think the idea was bad either and promised us that we could take a look at the school.
"Dad, that would be great if this works out," I said happily. "Patrick and I can look for a job in the next six months to help with the financing."
"Wait a minute," Patrick's father intervened. "You two need to get your act together so you can learn the current material. Think about the entrance exam. I can only speak for myself, but that probably wouldn't be a problem with the financing." My father confirmed this. However, he insisted that he also wanted to take legal action against our old school, or rather the principal. He wanted to discuss the necessary steps with Levin's father, who has long been our family's lawyer.
A week later, we were on our way to boarding school. My father had rented a van for the two-hour drive so that all five of us could sit comfortably.
Chapter
12
On the way to boarding school, I reflected on the past week. What hadn't happened since our expulsion?
Patrick and I spent most of our time at home. On the first afternoon, Levin came to visit, of course. He wanted to tell us everything that had happened at school today.
Well, our reprimand made the rounds pretty quickly. School is like an office or something similar. The office gossip always works. Levin explained to us that the outrage was particularly intense in our grade, but also elsewhere in the school. Of course, there were also a certain number of dimwits who had been heard saying things like "serves you right, faggots" or similar things. But according to Levin, that was clearly the minority, and they were quickly silenced by the rest.
There was a lively discussion in our class about whether it might be a good idea to go on strike now. Levin, in particular, was one of the leading voices here. He said to us again that afternoon: "What would the teachers do if we stopped participating? Bombard us all with Fs? So what! It's not in the school's best interest if the entire class fails their final exams."
Well, this proposal, of course, didn't find a majority, which Patrick and I could understand perfectly well. Levin was just like his father, the lawyer, willing to fight a fight to the bitter end. But for most of them, a lot was at stake with their high school graduation. Especially for the classmates who might still be on the brink. Even though graduation is still a year and a half away.
Finally, it was agreed to strike the Meier today. And sure enough, the entire class sat in their seats during class and refused to participate. Our class teacher nearly lost her temper. According to the headmaster, this behavior would also affect the oral exam grade.
But Levin said, and everyone agreed, that a grade of six in the oral exam would be bearable.
Patrick and I asked Levin not to plan any further actions yet; we didn't want our classmates to get into trouble with their parents because of us.
After Levin's report, we went over the day's material so that Patrick and I could stay up to date on that as well. Before he went home that evening, Levin promised us that we would do this every day from now on. But not before giving us the day's homework.
The next day, my father had an appointment with the school director of the state school board. My father wanted to handle the appointment alone. Patrick and I should focus on our studies instead.
After returning home, however, he reported to us that the meeting had gone rather poorly. It had apparently turned out that the official was on first-name terms with our director. This was probably the reason why my father felt that, despite his promise to deal with the case immediately, the relevant files would probably remain on his desk longer than necessary.
This strengthened our parents, who met again in our living room that evening, in their decision to take legal action against the school.
But our main concern was no longer about returning to school.
Patrick and I liked the idea of living together at a boarding school and also becoming somewhat independent from our parents' home.
Of course, it would be difficult for us to leave our friends here, especially after how they had supported us.
But with WhatsApp, Skype and other modern means of communication, it was ensured that contact would not be lost.
Nobody was angry with us about our intention or anything. At least, there were no negative comments at an evening meeting.
Then we had an appointment with our fathers with Levin's father. He also couldn't understand the reaction of our school administration and happily accepted the mandate.
He also believed that the school's entire approach was legally shaky. He wanted to first make this clear with a letter to the school administration and the school board and then wait for their response.
The second step would be a lawsuit. Our legal counsel was fairly certain that at the end of the proceedings, some people would no longer remain in their positions.
After this conversation, we were a little more optimistic about the future and eagerly awaited the interview at the boarding school.
Chapter
13
When we arrived at the boarding school, we were amazed. At the edge of a small town, an imposing building stood on a hill. Behind a wall, we could see the entrance and the adjacent lobby. Various corridors led from there. Judging by the signs, there were two wings leading to the individual rooms: one wing to the specialist rooms, one to the classrooms, and another to the administrative area.
I should also mention that I actually noticed two boys kissing in the entrance hall.
We headed straight to the administrative area, knocked on the director's office door, and after a friendly welcome, we entered. It was painted in bright colors and also furnished with new office furniture. All in all, a very friendly impression.
The same was true of the man who immediately came around his desk after we entered and greeted us all with a friendly handshake.
Although he already knew our story in general terms, he now asked us to tell our lives in detail, which we did without embellishing anything or omitting anything.
He was quite appalled by the behavior at our previous school and assured us that such behavior would definitely not occur at his school.
This was followed by a tour of the building and grounds. We were particularly impressed by the outdoor area, which features a large park, a soccer field, a basketball court, and plenty of seating for relaxing and studying.
The formalities were quickly completed, and Patrick and I were able to feel like students at this boarding school starting with the new school year. The only thing that wasn't clear yet was which grade we'd be in. We were supposed to take an achievement test during the summer break. We promised to study the material thoroughly over the next few months with the help of our friends.
For the next four months, we had a clearly structured daily routine. The only difference from school life was that we had "lessons" in the afternoon and could use the mornings for independent study.
Every day after school, Levin would stop by my door to go over the day's material with us. He saw it as an easy way to internalize the material once more, and we benefited from it. We were even able to do our homework in the mornings.
What I liked best about it was that Levin even gave us a copy of each exam, which we then had to take.
A lot has happened at our former school during that time. Levin's father really pulled out all the stops. He wrote directly to the relevant Ministry of Education. The case was met with open ears there, as our new Minister of Education had recently come out as gay. Well, what can I say? The honorable principal was forced into early retirement, just like his colleague, Ms. Meier.
Our friend Martin Schneider was appointed as the new headmaster. Patrick and I then seriously considered abandoning the boarding school plan and returning to our old school.
But also on the advice of Mr. Schneider, who believed that boarding school would be very beneficial for our development, we stuck to the plan. In mid-July, our parents took us to our new school, or rather, our new home.
After a brief conversation in the principal's office, he took us to our new room, which we still had to share with a third student. This was a bit of a disappointment, but at least we hopefully had someone who could show us everything and explain some of the details that the principal hadn't shared with us.
Oh yes, I would also like to mention that we passed the upcoming performance test with flying colors and therefore did not have to repeat a year.
The first few weeks were dedicated to settling in, as regular classes didn't start until later. We got to know our classmates and even became friends with some of them. One positive thing was that we could live out our relationship quite publicly. We hadn't expected this to happen in this way.
I may write at a later date about the trials and tribulations that our everyday life at boarding school continues with.
This is my first work. Some of you may already know it, as I previously published the story on a portal that unfortunately no longer exists.
I just had to change the ending a bit, because I had originally included a cross-reference to another story, which wouldn't have made sense here.
I would like to mention that the story is in no way autobiographical.
Everything corresponds to my imagination.
In any case, I really enjoyed writing it.