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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.
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.