Lu & Lu

It's a rainy Sunday afternoon, just after 4 p.m. I've just got out of the shower and, standing in front of the large mirror in my bedroom, I apply some cream; I don't just want to be clean inside and out for my date, I also want to smell good for him. My gaze falls on the reflecting surface, the guy I see there looks good; damn good, in fact.
Ok, I admit it, I'm a bit narcissistic, but it's not my fault that I have a hot body; one of my lovers once compared me to Michelangelo's David. However, I don't have much in common with this statue, really not! Although my upper body is just as well-defined as the marble one, and my legs and arms are also impressive, I'm really not a bodybuilder. Okay, I often go to the gym, but not to work out and work on my body. No, I go there more for cruising purposes, and catching men can hardly be called a sport, although this endeavor can also take a lot of stamina.
But what really bothers me about this comparison is that my appendage is nowhere near as small and puny as that of the first monumental statue of the High Renaissance; at least the proportions are right for me. The only thing I can accept is the equal ranking with the backside of what is probably the most famous sculpture in art history: my ass is indeed almost perfectly shaped.
But this perfection is no wonder, after all it was “Mother Nature” herself who created my apple-shaped bottom and she did a good job, as not only I think. My real mother used to be a prima ballerina in the Czech National Ballet and now runs a ballet school in Hamburg. Before he fled to freedom, my father was a Russian military master in floor exercises; he made it as an underwear model in many a Western mail order catalog.
As I said, my shapely seat is a gift – a gift that I more than enjoy. Men love my round, well-proportioned curves, they love my smooth, white, almost silky skin, and since every man loves dimples and I have two of them right here, it's the icing on the cake when they knead my cheeks voluptuously or do other things with and in them.
But my parents didn't just give me my parents' trained muscles, I also owe my enormous flexibility and almost perfect body control to them. Many a man already gets out of control when he just plays with my two balls, kneading, massaging or rolling them. Some representatives of the male sex, however, only lose their minds when they penetrate with their manhood into my soft, narrow, yet demanding hole and give themselves (and thus me!) a lot of pleasure. If I then use my body control to perform one acrobatic move or another during the act while riding them to orgasm, it may well happen that instead of the “post-coital cigarette” I get a real declaration of love.
So what happened last night around 2:00 a.m. is not my fault – well, at least not entirely. One cause, as already mentioned, is my genetics, to which I owe such a beautiful and fuckable ass, but the main culprit is actually Marion, my roommate for four years, and her extremely stupid and utterly foolish habit of getting a new lover before she has finally given up her old bedfellow.
And it was precisely this quirk that, when I was awakened by a penetrating ringing and wild drumming against the apartment door, tore me out of a damp and rather sticky dream. Not quite in control of my senses, I made my way to the source of the noise and threw open the door, wanting to scare away the nighttime troublemaker. The hand of Lukas, Marion's soon-to-be ex-boyfriend, was just swirling air molecules, no longer hitting wood.
The look on the otherwise attractive face of the freshly minted business manager was truly awful: his cheeks were bloodshot, his otherwise cheeky chocolate-brown eyes looked sunken. You could clearly see the anger on his square chin and his short brown hair, usually styled and gelled, was so dishevelled you would have thought he had pulled it out. The man with the broad shoulders and even broader chest looked like a picture of misery; I was really shocked.
What are you doing here? Still not fully awake, I leaned on the doorframe with my right hand and rubbed the sleep from my eyes with my left.
I have to see Marion! Lukas? His voice was hoarse, he was gasping for breath. Suddenly he stormed past me and headed straight for my roommate's bedroom. He stopped in front of the open door, saw the made bed and looked at me. “She didn't come home, did she?”
I closed the door and watched Lukas go into our living room. ”Sorry, I'm really sorry.”
And I really felt sorry for the now miserable-looking guy! In all the years that I shared the large apartment with a view of the city park with the hairdresser, I had seen many men come and – literally – go, sometimes even through Marion's bedroom. But none of her guys lasted as long as Lukas, almost six months!
He was really good-looking and gave her the space she needed. The only recognizable drawback, at least for me, was the loud and powerful moaning and groaning that the two of them produced during certain bedroom activities, thereby depriving me of my well-deserved beauty sleep.
After all this time, I had thought that Marion's search for her “Mr. Perfect” had finally been crowned with success, but I was obviously mistaken. Two days ago, I had just come home from work and discovered a trail of clothes leading from the apartment door to the bathroom. It was clearly a construction worker and therefore not Lukas. What would an academic need with a hammer, a spirit level and a hard hat? The worn work gloves lying next to the brown dungarees were probably two sizes too big for his delicate hands. I listened briefly at the door: I heard the shower and some unmistakable noises, probably coming from under the same. However, the voice of the male part of the coupling was considerably deeper, almost macho, and not as soft and pleasant as that of the former student, and I knew from painful experience what they sounded like during mating rituals.
If the guys disappeared from her life, they would inevitably disappear from mine as well; in most cases, I didn't really mind their bedfellows, they were often too rough and proletarian for my taste. Lukas, on the other hand, was completely different, a real ray of light, a really great contemporary: friendly, polite, funny, courteous; you could really talk to him. I would really miss him!
When I was a child and I was feeling down, either physically or emotionally, my mother would always come around the corner with an ice cream, to try to cheer me up. I thought about it for a moment. There was still ice cream in the freezer, left over from my DVD night the night before. When watching tearjerkers like Latter Days, Prayers for Bobby or Summer Storm, I need ice cream to be happy. I went into the living room, because only from there can you get to the small kitchenette, which we hardly use for manual food preparation; Marion and I are more into things that can and must only be warmed or baked.
I put the package of vanilla ice cream on the counter, took the lid off and a spoon out of the drawer. Damn! Where are the bowls? I thought, but my brain wasn't working properly yet; never mind, the spoon will have to do. Lukas, who had been wandering around aimlessly in our living room, had probably noticed me fiddling with the fridge and came up to me. He stood half next to me and took a deep breath. His eyes were closed, but I had the feeling that he was pretty close to the water. And if there's one thing I hate, it's people crying, whether they're a man or a woman.
“So, young man?” I took a spoonful of ice cream, turned to him, leaned comfortably against the countertop. ”Old family recipe for heartbreak: ice cream!” Lukas looked at me rather puzzled, said nothing, just stood there silently. “Come on, it really helps.” I guided the spoon to his mouth. He didn't beat my hand away, but he still defended it, and a second attempt failed as well. I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, then don't!”
If my mother's trick with the ice cream didn't work, my father had something up his sleeve: He made himself into Hansel, teased himself first and then me, to boost my mood. And I wanted to cheer Lukas up, at least a little. I held the eating utensil to my naked chest, because, apart from a white boxer around my hips, I was undressed. If I see even a single tear in your pretty brown eyes, then you will lick this.” He looked at me confused, but then he did manage to raise the corners of his mouth a little, so I was able to coax a slight grin out of him.
I inwardly rejoiced, looked at my roommate's almost-ex, who was the same age as me, and grinned. “I know I'm not Marion; my chest is flat and below my belly button, I only have a hole. I can't even brew a magic potion to change that, but...” Something stirred on his face again. “But I want to see you smile again.”
Lukas, who is half a head taller than me, hesitated briefly, then took a step towards me. I could clearly see that the corner of his mouth had gone up a bit again. He still wasn't grinning properly, but he now looked much more relaxed and at ease; the mental strain seemed to be leaving him. I blew the final attack. “I don't care that you're an old and whiny hetero, but? you're going to lick the ice cream now and you're going to like it! Do we understand each other??
Then it happened and a glob of ice cream slid off the spoon, landing directly on my chest, just above the left nipple. I winced, the ice cream was cold and immediately began to run down my chest. Another shiver ran through me, as if I had touched a socket. But this second reaction of the electrons in my nerve pathways was not due to the slowly melting cold of the vanilla ice cream, rather it was Lukas' warm breath, which now hit my skin. The brown-haired business graduate had lowered his head, and suddenly his face was hovering over my chest. A third shiver shook my innermost being when, slowly and as if in slow motion, he actually touched me. His hands were warm and his fingers, light as feathers, danced on my skin, coming to rest on my upper arms. Just at that moment, I felt his tongue as it slowly traced the pale yellow trickle of ice cream. I almost went crazy.
My whole body began to tremble, my knees went weak and my ass started to twitch frantically when, after what seemed like an eternity, it went back up, also at a snail's pace, and his thighs collided with my groin. I don't need to mention that I had a full-blown hard-on and that my white, wide boxer resembled a tent.
I was afraid to touch him. From previous experiences playing with heterosexual men, I knew that there is always an invisible trip wire, an imaginary boundary that it's better not to cross. What gay man has not heard sentences like “I don't kiss!” or “Don't touch me, just blow me!”
So I stood almost rigid and immobile as Lukas peeled off his jacket and then sank his hand into the ice cream cup that was standing next to me on the kitchen counter. What was he up to? He looked at the lump of milk and flavorings as intensely as I did, as if it were a precious jewel. His face had somehow changed, it still seemed to be glowing – or had started to glow again – but the way it did so was completely different from the way it looked at the beginning of his nocturnal visit.
Suddenly, my skin went cold again as he smeared the dessert over my chest and stomach. His warm hands grasped my forearms as he knelt down, and then began a new, but equally slow round of licking and lapping. His initially rather gentle lip contact gradually turned into light and erotic sucking, and the occasional nibbling. One shockwave after another raced through my body when I felt his teeth on my right nipple, his mouth almost sucking on it; his hair smelled good, spicy and warm.
As his tongue explored my belly button, his hands moved from my forearms to my sides, but didn't come to rest there; no, they tickled me lightly. His mouth went on a journey again, examining my flat six-pack once more. And just as his lips hovered directly over the tip of my tent pole, his strong hands grasped my perfect balls of flesh and began to knead them through the fabric.
Suddenly he stopped what was, for me, a very hot action and looked up. “Hot ass!”
“Thanks!” Why was I croaking?
Lukas suddenly turned me around, seemingly not the least bit interested in the source of my joy. Instead, he pulled my boxers down to my ankles and pushed me against the kitchen counter. His hands caressed and stroked, patted and tickled the skin on my extended spine, then his fingers clawed into my well-formed flesh. Like I said, guys get turned on just by looking at my ass (and lose themselves in the moment), and the brown-haired guy's moans, which could be heard the whole time, could be interpreted as his way of appreciating my ass.
The next thing I remember, it was getting cold on my ass? ice cream! And before I knew it, Lukas was licking the cold, viscous cream off my biscuit halves. It was maddening; once again the electrons on my nerve pathways went berserk; he gently and tenderly, but somehow also firmly, grabbed the parts of my hemispheres that he wasn't nibbling on. Then his thumbs slid, whether by accident or design I cannot say, into the valley and knocked on the gate.
My whole body twitched, my back arched and the lustful groan came from my mouth this time. Lukas pulled my cheeks further apart, his delicate fingertips no longer just knocking, no, they began to penetrate me. When the thought occurred to me that Lukas would take me, to catapult me into the seventh heaven of lust, as he had done to Marion before, the temperature of my slit was lowered again, another lump of ice ran down my valley.
Ahhhhh!? I could only grunt, because when Lukas' hungry mouth kissed me on the back, his tongue lingered in my valley, only to then lick at my goal, now covered with cream, I forgot everything around me. The heat of my hot box evaporated by itself, the cold of the dessert. Heaven! Is that cool! Just cool!?
Lukas? Tongue circled gently around my twitching and pulsating hole, began to probe the soft inside. Like an explorer on an expedition into the unknown, he entered me with his taste buds, gently and tenderly. My hands clenched into fists, my breath caught in my throat with every flick of his tongue. My ass squirmed wildly and licentious in front of his face, danced hectically up and down, wanting more and more.
Suddenly and without warning, Lukas' right hand, albeit a bit roughly, encircled my joyfully dripping cock; squeezing and squeezing it. I let out a loud groan, which must have startled him, because his initially somewhat awkward grip turned into a gentle, almost loving and tender caress, as if my appendage were a fragile piece of filigree glass art. I was simply blown away!
Both the breathtaking rimming of his tongue and the unexpected handwork – he had pushed my foreskin all the way back and tried to penetrate my slit with his little finger – almost made me fly. I became a plaything of lust, a begging, whining puppy; I was on the verge of exploding. The balls in my scrotum were burning, my cock was tingling, but I didn't want to come yet, not yet! First he had to conquer me with all his manhood and then fuck me to the limits of bliss. 
As if he had read my mind, Lukas let go of my stiff cock and also tore his extremely talented lips from my extremely vulnerable entrance. He stood up and I heard the sliding sound of a zipper. Then, after a moment of fumbling, probably to get his hard cock out of his own jeans, I felt the part that had previously satisfied Marion impatiently trying to get at my pulsating hole, trying to conquer it. But unfortunately – typically straight – he was rather clumsy at it.
'Ouch!' I writhed in pain, pulled my hips forward, thus pushing his naked cock out of my troubled butt hole. Lukas had almost licked me to the edge of ecstasy, but I was not yet really wet and receptive.
'Hey? What's the matter? Lukas apparently lost his balance, pressing me even more onto the kitchen counter. I pushed him away slightly, turned, thanks to the space I had gained, slowly around my own axis, wanting to look him in the eye. Our groins met, rubbing against each other, and what had just sunk in on his side hardened again immediately, much to my delight.
“Lukas, this is going to be gay sex and it's going to be intense, but when a man wants to have fun with a man, wants to take him, then he needs a few little things like lubricant and stuff.” I smiled smugly at him. ”Unfortunately, men are not naturally moist, well, at least most of the time.”
Sorry, I'm really, really sorry. I'm probably just too excited.
No problem! He looked so cute with his rosy cheeks. A tube of gel is in the drawer in the side table by the couch.
Lukas grinned mischievously, took a step towards me, put my legs around his hips and took me in his muscular arms. As he carried me to the sofa like that, I felt his bouncing and rather wet cock against my ass. I just enjoyed the way he simply pressed his strong body against me; I could have melted in his arms. He wasn't naked yet, but that didn't detract from my feelings at all. Our faces were only a few centimeters apart, and I could have just sunk into his chocolate-brown eyes, they turned me on so much. I don't know how many moments it took, but suddenly I found myself lying on my back on the couch.
Lukas started to undress. It wasn't exactly a striptease, but who cared! First came the T-shirt, which he pulled over his head; his body was simply phenomenal. His abs were hard and flat, his six-pack clearly defined. His upper body was broad and muscular, well-defined. Every jerk and wiggle, every one of his movements made me melt even more. Now he stood in front of me naked from the waist up, his erect cock peeking out of his fly at an almost perfect 45° angle.
A broad, admiring, lustful grin spread across my face, but he seemed slightly confused. “Ludek! Why are you looking at me like that? So strangely?”
I could only shake my head. “You? You're just? Just beautiful!”
He rolled his eyes and laughed. But it was a rather dull laugh; typically straight, who can't quite handle real compliments. Lukas turned away briefly, got out of his jeans, giving me a view of his strong and muscular legs. I couldn't help but smile, you could see, in the dim light of the floor lamp, exactly the dividing lines: his ass glistened in radiant white, the rest of his otherwise flawless body was slightly tanned.
I opened the drawer of the side table, where I kept, just in case, a few utensils that both Marion and I could use for games in the living room: lubricant, hygiene spray, condoms in different sizes (some even flavored), a cock ring made of black nappa leather, a small butt plug made of red soft rubber, a chain with a blue love ball and a roll of mint dragees. I grabbed one of the condoms, took the tube of lubricant and squeezed two of the tablet-like breath fresheners out of their packaging; I had gyros for dinner.
Lukas was now standing naked in front of me, his cock bobbing up and down in time with his rather irregular breathing; my mouth was literally watering. He had even taken off his socks; my eyes sparkled, because sex in socks? For me, an absurdity when you're doing it in your own four walls. Okay, I don't say anything in the park or on the set if the person across from me keeps their socks on, but you don't normally take your shoes off in such places either.
I held out my hands, reached for his smooth cheeks, pulled him towards me, opened my mouth and sucked in his joy-giver like a vacuum cleaner. I was beside myself, his trimmed pubic hair smelled somehow like musk; probably the residual scent of his shower gel. My tongue pranced on his sensitive flesh, trying to get as deep as possible into the slit. I caressed every square centimeter of his manhood, sometimes lovingly tender, sometimes fiercely demanding.
The business manager suddenly bucked, pushed his hips further in my direction, his glans bumped against my uvula, apparently wanting to go deeper into my throat. I did him a favor and cleared the way. His hands gripped my head, literally pinching it. I could only go backwards with difficulty, so that I could then take the thick and pulsating pole back into me in its entirety. His left thigh began to tremble, his breathing became shallower, but at the same time faster. The way he squirmed under my expert treatment was probably the best blowjob he had ever received.
He took a step back, out of reach, gasping for air. “Ludek! I can't take any more! If you keep it up, I'll come right away!”
“All right?” I smiled at him, and he smiled back at me. Lukas's look was clear: he wanted to continue and didn't want to just give up now; if he really wanted to fuck me, then he should do it.
I patted the now slightly sweaty skin around his hips, as if to calm him, then stood up, tore open the condom and handed it to him. I squirted a generous portion of lubricant onto my fingers, which immediately moved to the back to lubricate my shaft. When the tip of my middle finger reached the gate, it opened voluntarily; I was hot and hungry for Lukas and his 20 centimeters of firm cock meat.
I knelt on the sofa with my elbows on the backrest. My shapely ass was turned towards him, my pink rosebud winked at him, inviting him to finally do what he and I longed for. I turned around, smiled at him, and wiggled my best body part again encouragingly.
He took a step towards me, his right hand came to rest on my well-formed mound of flesh, squeezing and kneading it gently. The fingers of his left hand first caressed my neck gently, then his thumb ran along my spine in a circular motion, and I trembled like a leaf. When I felt his thighs against mine, and felt his male pride rubbing against my natural opening, I almost passed out. I looked around and saw him once again using his free hand to bring his member into shape.
He turned into the starting position, carefully placed his tip in my crack. I met his rather tentative pressure with light pressing, wanting to make it easier for him to penetrate. I really didn't know if he and Marion had already done it the Greek way, because my roommate and I don't really talk about sex practices that intensely. Maybe it was the first time for him to have sex this way; anyway, he should enjoy the fuck with a man from the beginning.
Something big slowly pierced my hungry opening, stretching my boiling insides by the micrometer. It didn't really hurt, the feeling of horniness prevailed, but the snail's pace of his penetration was a bit unpleasant. His cock was twice as big as a two-euro coin; if I was stretched enough, no problem, I would have bravely (and happily) coped with an immediate penetration, but this very tentative approach was too much. Probably Lukas didn't want to make a mistake, maybe it was his first act of this kind after all, maybe it was his first time with a man; I didn't know.
Slowly, however, my eager channel got used to the hesitant creep speed. Perhaps it was because of the massage of my cheeks, which he now gave me, but suddenly I really enjoyed being drilled by him, millimeter by millimeter. When he was all the way inside me, and I felt his balls against mine, he paused for a moment, and it seemed like an eternity. Then he went into reverse and pulled out, but only far enough to stop at the floodgate and then go forward again. Lukas repeated this maneuver at least ten or eleven times; his pace quickened, our bells now clanged together ever more violently, drowned out only by the sounds of his smacking ride.
“That's? That's? So? So damn hot.” Lukas could do nothing but groan. ”Oh man! Are you tight!?
Now you are!” I couldn't and didn't want to talk, I just enjoyed it.
His hands were around my shoulders, almost cramping in them. Apparently, he wanted to increase the leverage of his hard cock on its way into my happy hole. I liked the pace and rhythm, I started to lose myself in the fuck. With almost every stroke, he caressed my P-spot, I was going crazy. Women have their G-spot and passive men also have a rather irritable spot in their pleasure grotto, anatomically just a little differently stored; for me that is the P-spot.
The pressure in my scrotum increased steadily, the man with the short brown hair made me boil. My balls contracted, the production of my white secretion, soon ready for delivery, was in full swing. If he kept it up, I would soon explode; my balls wanted to finally release.
The grip on my shoulders suddenly changed, and Lukas also withdrew his pulsating joystick from me. I was shocked! What had happened? While I was still turning around to see what had happened, he lifted me up and threw me backwards onto the bed.
Lukas had difficulty speaking. “I... I want to look into your eyes when... when I fuck you!”
He grasped my right ankle, pushed it to the side to make room for himself, and got on the couch. He crawled on his knees, put my legs around his hips. His left hand pushed my right thigh a little higher, then I felt his skin on the underside, apparently his fingers were handling his best piece, probably wanted to put it back in the right position.
He succeeded, he spit on me again, and then? Then he fucked me right into the sofa! His divine horny thrusts became harder and more demanding, my head hit the side of the seat. He actually fucked me into the seventh heaven of horniness; I was his!
Suddenly, as if someone had spontaneously flipped a switch, Lukas stopped his horny romp. I was stunned, didn't know what that meant! I looked at him, right into his face. Something had changed! His eyes glistened, they sparkled at me. If his hands were just on my shoulders, they now buried themselves in the crook of my arms. He licked his lips lasciviously, his head lowered, the tip of his tongue reaching my teeth. Then someone must have pressed a different button in his brain and with every thrust of his manhood into my guts, he also pushed his tongue into my mouth; it was simply breathtaking!
The more intense his efforts in my throbbing pleasure channel became, the more he also demanded the fusion of our lips. We didn't just kiss, we sucked each other hard. We merged, above and below, united with and in each other, into an inseparable unity; we were one!
It was just too much for me, I couldn't think anymore, an infinite emptiness took over in my brain that I hadn't known before, at least not until that moment. With the best will in the world, I couldn't and didn't want to prevent the explosion any longer. When his fingers touched my earlobes and gently squeezed them, it felt to me as if someone had pressed the launch button. My prevented offspring pumped themselves, thrust after thrust, embedded in milky fluid, out of the opening of my third leg between our heated bodies.
Just at that moment, he also arched up, the oral connection was rudely severed. Inside me, I felt an enormous increase in pressure, apparently he had also given his cream the starting signal. His expeditions became shorter, but his moans louder. The same thing happened to me, I also lost my breath. We both could only gasp, lying on top of each other, my own glue connecting us.
I lay on the sofa, completely exhausted. Even though it may have only been two minutes since I last moved, it felt like an hour. His member had left me, had slid limply out of my cave. Insecurity took hold of me. Finally, I gathered all my courage and looked at him. “Lukas? Are you okay?”
Silently, he scrutinized me quite intensely, apparently not really knowing what he had done or what he should say now; my heart was in my pants, which I wasn't wearing. Then suddenly, as if someone had flipped the switch in his head again, he slowly shook his head and smiled at me angelically. “I was just thinking, next time... He took a deep breath. “Next time we'd better do it in your room, because in bed?” My jaw dropped as his hand patted my sore ass. “I'm even better in bed!”
Well, this episode happened last night; I hope I got it all right. After this extremely intense interlude, Lukas left me, kissed me on the lips goodbye and said he would get back to me. Was I disappointed? Definitely not. I was more than satisfied, but, and I freely admit this, I would have loved to fall asleep next to him.
Just an hour ago, as I was sitting at the Sunday late breakfast, I actually received a text message from him. He asked if I had time and desire and if the coast was clear. My heart leaped and, since Marion was once again conspicuous by her absence – as usual, she was working on the tax side, as she does every Sunday – I answered with just one word: “YES!” It took just a minute before my mobile phone beeped again. “I'll be with you in an hour.” I happily put my smartphone aside and got into the shower, because certain preparations are a must.
And now? Now I wait for the doorbell to ring, as the hour is almost up. My smartphone beeps again; a new message from Lukas. Is he canceling? Did he suddenly get scared? Was the whole thing too much for him? Was I just a stopgap, a safety valve for his pent-up frustration? I'm getting nervous, quite nervous even. On the sofa, the scene of last night's passion, I open the message: 'Ludek, I don't want to repeat just last night – I want more. Please don't take this the wrong way, but it's all new and unfamiliar to me. Please be patient with me and see you in a moment. HDL? Lukas?

Luke's Christmas wish

?Luka, where are you? I've been waiting for you for so long. I don't have all day either!
Of course, Mom, who can't wait for anything!
Don't rush now. We still have plenty of time. It's only noon. You know very well that they don't open up until 2:00. If we get there early, we'll have to wait again. And we'll easily get there within 15 minutes. Besides, you don't even know if you have a chance with Martin at all!
Well, now it fits again! Mom got her damper! And has landed back on the ground of facts!
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But first, let me introduce myself!
Hey! I'm Luka! 19 years old. A happy nature from childhood on. Short black hair, but it's usually standing all over my head.
Almost no facial hair. Shaving twice a week is enough for me. It's amazing how much time I save as a result!
I make better use of the mornings! Yes, at 19 you still have your fantasies!
Some have already described me as a lovable, cheeky (b)angel. But I really am! * fg *
Helpful, usually in a good mood, nice and friendly to everyone. Except for the few people I don't like. But they notice that!
Besides, I'm a bit, very gay!
But I don't whore around! Because I don't have the opportunity!
No, seriously. Here in this village! In Innernzell! My goodness! 653 inhabitants. 27 dogs.
Then we, my mom and I, live in a former parsonage!
No, there is no father.
Well, biologically yes. But not really. I never even met him. He left mom for another woman. Or rather, his parents made him marry another woman.
They were never stingy with the alimony, though, were the parents of the? But never stingy. I never lacked for anything.
But I am also very frugal! Mom's favorite, that's me!
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Yes, the former parsonage! It's almost a kilometer from the village! But we have our peace and quiet!
And two sharp dogs!
But on a running leash. They are super-loving, well-behaved, quiet guys, as long as no stranger gets too close to them!
Yes, they are two males! And not neutered! They should have fun too!
Really! They are actually occasionally booked by other breeders! Because of the breeding! They are super beautiful, black, healthy Labradors!
At least they seem to love me. At least I can and am allowed to do everything with them!
And the best thing about it! They bring in quite a bit of money for us!
They are constantly being examined by a veterinarian, which costs quite a bit, but nevertheless, the amount that remains each month is considerable!
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Sorry, I digress.
The former parsonage! In the village below, in Innernzell, there is a new one now. But only a large house. Not a complete farm, as in the past, as it was with us. Mam inherited the parsonage from an aunt a few years ago. And she must have bought it from the church at some point.
But we no longer have any agriculture. Mam somehow leased the fields and meadows.
The barns and sheds are all still standing though. They're still in great shape too. Even some old handcarts are still in the shed.
And the bell in the old bell tower still works perfectly.
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Are you interested at all? Already?
But now I'll describe myself further! Because you're curious!
182 cm tall, slim but muscular, my work as a car mechanic requires it, you occasionally have to carry heavy things.
At Draxler's? that's the name of the garage, and the name is known within a radius of 20 km? Oh yes, at the Kroi's car repair shop? I'm actually very popular with the other work colleagues!
It's a big garage, after all.
So, the boss himself, Josef Kroi?
Then the assistant, that's me, Luka.
And then our two apprentices. Sepp Kroi?, yes, he's the son of the boss, so he's the junior manager.
And Andy, Andreas, Weber, the second apprentice.
They're both in their first year of apprenticeship and they're both really nice.
And they don't have anything against gays either!
Honesty in this regard is important to me! In the company, everyone knows about me! And the nice thing is? it doesn't bother anyone!
The two often come to me, ask me for advice or ask me to help them sometimes. It's a nice job in the company.
And at Christmas, the boss always gives us an extra Christmas bonus!
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Occasionally I still play soccer. Hence my sexy ass!
But there must really be something to it. The women always stare at my ass! A man occasionally too. But then he's usually not quite my age group!
Even 300 euros, which someone once really offered me, can't change my mind. Like I said, I just don't whore around!
I am a bit proud of my dick. At 17 cm, it's not necessarily very long, but it's pretty thick and chunky!
It's a bit thicker at the front near the glans than at the back of the shaft, and it (my dick) also feels great in the hand.
My balls are quite thick too. It's just that the sack itself isn't particularly long. That's why it always looks like it's bulging with the thick balls!
That's also one of the reasons why I always have a thick bulge. But that doesn't bother me. And besides, I've felt the envious looks of other men often enough.
That's what they call penis envy!
And for me it comes from the balls!
*-*-*
Blue eyes would actually suit me well!
But I don't have them!
Mine are hazel. And quite dreamy! Andy once told me that. Yes, really, that I have such beautiful, big, dreamy eyes! You could fall in love with them. And if he were gay?
? then I would already have my sweetheart. And one wish would have already been fulfilled. I would definitely not say no to Andy!
But I won't say a word more about my sensual mouth. And of course I'm keeping my long eyelashes to myself too. You don't need to know everything.
Now I have described myself in almost detail and you know what I look like!
*-*-*
Then I can devote myself to Mam again. She is really sitting on pins and needles by now!
Today is December 20th. From the 20th until January 6th, our company is always closed. Our master only takes on emergencies during this time. And he really repairs them himself. He is a mechanic with heart and soul and the necessary passion!
But the rest of us have special leave!
Tomorrow, on Friday, Mom has arranged to go out with Martin, the owner of the local pony stud farm. And for that she needs a new dirndl. And that's available at Trachten Beckert. And that's in Schönberg.
So that's where we're going now. It's already after half past two. And poor Mrs. Beckert, as my mother is, is already nervous enough.
Is that the beginning of a panic about closing time at forty, or what?
Now, Mam, just calm down. You'll definitely find the right thing. Besides, with your figure! You can wear anything anyway and the looks of the others are yours!
Do you have something specific in mind or do you just want to be surprised by what they have in store? Ms. Beckert has never given you bad advice, has she?
Dr. Luka has spoken!
Oh yes, I know how to take my mom!
Just don't use too much honey, or she'll get suspicious. But today I found the right amount again! Absolutely perfect!
Oh, my big boy, that's so good. Thank you. You know, your old mom needs this from time to time!
Last week, a new brochure came with the new Beckert collection! And there was a natural-colored dirndl in it. I think it would look good on me.
Luka? You like Martin too, don't you?
You've only seen him a few times, but I thought you liked him quite a bit. This is really important to me, Luka!
You have to like him too and accept him!?
*-*-*
What can you say to that?
Oh no, mom. He's too old anyway. Besides, at 195 cm he's much too tall. And he's got a beard too. I don't like beards. He's got a little tummy too! And if I now draw a conclusion from his height to his, well, you know, no, Mam, I couldn't possibly take that. He's much too big for me. And he's probably too fat too!
Then he probably wants to come two or three times in one night! No, Mam, I definitely can't handle that!
Or is Martin passive? Yes, then I'll think about it again!?
*-*-*
Hehe, now I've caught her completely off guard! Mam's jaw has almost hit the floor by now, eh, her breasts, fallen!
It was probably a bit too much for her!
?Ah? oh? yes, Luka? You know?? That's all Mam can manage to say at the moment!
And I can feel a chuckle rising!
*-*-*
?But you know, Mam, that's fine with me!
Martin is definitely the right man for you! Yes, you two will certainly go well together.
I wouldn't let him get away if I were you!
Pick out a particularly beautiful dirndl, Mam. I think Martin really likes that! In any case, I wish you luck with him!
Now, however, I can no longer suppress the chuckle with the best will in the world and I burst out laughing!
*-*-*
Mom is now most likely relieved that a whole mountain has fallen off her chest!
She is now slowly beginning to smile!
Luka Gerbert! You are a great rascal! And at your age!!! I got a fright. At first I really thought you were serious! But thank you. If he wants me, he can have me.
Now that you don't mind either, even more so!
Your dream prince will come too, Luka! For sure! What should he look like?
*
Yes, what should my dream prince actually look like?
I don't know, Mom. I deliberately didn't specify anything about his appearance.
Well, he shouldn't have a pot belly. Or be bald. Although, if it suits him, then why not?
But he should be a decent person, Mam. He should respect other people and treat them with respect. He should have a good character and good qualities, Mam. He should love me and be faithful to me! Be there for me when I need him!
But otherwise I don't know, Mam!?
We'll find your dream prince. By Christmas! And if not, I'll bake you one on Christmas Eve! You'll see, we'll find him, my big guy!?
*
Then we finally set off. It's even past 2 p.m. The shop is bound to be open now!
Mam slips me 200 euros in the parking lot.
“You definitely want to go to the store over there, right? You need a new pair of thermal pants, too?”
Oh yes, my mom knows me well.
“Yes I do. I actually just wanted a pair of warm training pants for home. But you're right. One of the old ones already has a tear. You know that Dieter always has something there and also changes the things if they don't fit exactly. On top of that, he also has fancy things there. Thanks for the voucher, Mom. I'll use it well!
So in three hours I'll come to Beckert, yes?
Mom, when I'm done at Dieter's Sports Shop, I'll go about 600 meters further up the road. There's a small side street there! And there's a small sex shop hidden there!
However, with a surprisingly large selection of gay magazines and articles. They even have rainbow pins and gay crime novels there.
***
After more than three hours, I pop into Trachten Beckert. I am holding a large plastic bag with the logo of Dieter's Sports Shop. And in this bag, in addition to the two new pairs of trousers, is another neutral black bag.
My visit to the sex shop was also extremely successful. I bought a few new magazines and even a book. It's been a really successful Thursday so far.
Hello Mrs. Beckert! Have you seen my mom?
Who is this charming woman next to you?
Wow! Mom, you look great! You're making me fall in love with you. This is really made for you! Now you're definitely off the market! If Martin doesn't take you like this, he won't take anyone!
Hello Luka!
You have a gentleman there, Mrs. Gerbert! Respect! The woman who gets you one day can consider herself lucky, Luka!?
I'd better not say anything on that!
Mom's eyes shine when she sees my compliment. And that really came from the heart and was meant that way by me! The dirndl really looks great on her!
After 20 minutes, Mom is also ready and we make our way home. There, of course, Mom also wants to see my achievements. Not so much the magazines, but she lets me show her the two pairs of trousers!
The white thermal jeans fit perfectly. Dieter also made a few changes. He raised the crotch a little!
The bulge that is now visible on me is more than provocative!
And since Mom is now starting to smile, she is of the same opinion!
“Now your dream prince will bite! I don't even know if I should let you out on the street like this! You're falling over yourself, Luka!
I'm really pleased about my mom's compliment and I tell her so!
The yellow tracksuit bottoms, which were actually why I wanted to go to the shop, are padded with terrycloth on the inside and are also wonderfully warm. My bulge is also visible in these pants, but not nearly as provocative as in the jeans!
Then the fashion show is over!
Mam and I then discuss tomorrow while we eat dinner.
We have arranged to meet Martin at about 2 p.m. Then we want to go to the next town, Grafenau, to visit the Christmas market there and then have coffee at Domani and try some of their excellent cakes.
After that, Mom and Martin will drive me back to the stables. I'll take a look around and then spend the night in Martin's guest room.
Not in one of the stables' guest rooms, but in Martin's private apartment.
After this conversation, Mom and I retire.
Now I can devote myself to my magazines!
*
It will be a long, hard, very wet night for me!
But around four o'clock in the morning I can't take it anymore. I'm really exhausted!
Then I sleep deeply until almost noon.
Mom has noticed that I brought some reading material with me, so she leaves me alone.
The towel I used last night, not to mention the Kleenex, is still quite damp! While I'm taking a shower now, I'll soak it in the sink!
As I shuffle over to lunch, Mom gives me an amused look! And from her shark grin, I'm guessing there's something coming after that!
I shouldn't deceive myself!
Oh my poor big boy! Judging by the way you walk, you must have had a pretty rough night! Should I not call off Martin for this afternoon? All that walking around at the Christmas market and then sitting down for coffee!?
I have to clear my throat!
Oh you know Mam, sitting doesn't bother me!
Now Mam starts to laugh uproariously! Yes, of course, schadenfreude is the greatest joy. But her laughter confirms to me that she understood my saying!
I didn't spoil my back at night either! Nothing hurts there!
But my balls are pulling like crazy. No wonder, with the effort. And of course my cock is swollen a lot!
The bulge in my sweatpants is a lot bigger than yesterday. And since yesterday with these pants was a fashion show, today's much bigger bulge has of course not escaped Mam!
What was that again about schadenfreude?
I pack a gym bag with clothes, put on my thermal jeans, and then we drive to Martin's!
***
“Hey Martin!?
“Hello Luka, everything okay with you? “Greetings Melanie. You look nice again. I've been looking forward to seeing you guys the whole time. And from the looks of you, you've brought a good mood with you too!
By the way, Luka, those jeans fit you perfectly!
Hello my darling. Did you miss me a little too?
Yes, I'm looking forward to tonight.
You have such a pained expression on your face, Luka. What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Does something hurt?
Before I can even begin to formulate an answer, Mom bursts out:
“We were in Schönberg yesterday. Luka brought a few glossy magazines with him. Must have been a pretty long night. At least until noon, he was almost dead. Poor boy!?
Thanks Mom! And the way she emphasizes the last sentence!
Martin starts to laugh droning. And with his resonant body, it sounds accordingly.
“Oh, Melanie, he's still young. At that age, he still needs it.
Should we rather stay, Luka?”
Now he's starting too!
“No! We're finally leaving. I've been looking forward to that cake all day. So come on, you two bores!”
Then we finally leave.
*
I enjoy the admiring, but also the envious glances that I get.
At a mulled wine stand, where I enjoy my fruit punch, a special experience happens!
A man of about 40 years old, who is standing at a mulled wine stand with his wife, keeps glancing at me and staring at my bulge to such an extent that I feel compelled to really provoke the gawker now!
I cup my hand around my bulge, knead it a bit, and then, really provocatively, run my whole hand very slowly over my crotch. I even stand with my legs extra wide for this!
But now his wife has also noticed something!
She stares first at her husband and then at me. And then she probably realizes what's going on!
She hisses at her husband and gives him a strong push that makes his glass of mulled wine fly out of his hand. Then she shouts at him, telling him to leave. The poor man! This scene has obviously not gone unnoticed. Now others are staring at the two of them too!
Martin and Mam have also noticed. Mam asks me: “Did that have to happen now?”
But now Martin takes me into protection. He has also noticed the staring of the guy! He explains to Mam what has just happened.
“You also look very attractive to men, Luka. That one was the best example. You could probably get anyone, male or female?
But he really wasn't my type. He's way too old for you, isn't he?
*
Oops!
Shit! What's wrong with me?
It's too late to cover my mouth now! It's already out. Mom gives me a frightened look!
Yes, folks. Martin had no idea until now that I'm into boys! And you, of course, also noticed from my reaction that Martin was completely unaware of the situation until just now. Logical.
I didn't want to tell him like this either. I would have preferred a conversation in a quiet moment. But now it's too late for that! How am I going to get out of this?
*
Do you two think I'm stupid? I may be over 40, but I'm still alive, uh, I mean, not yet senile!
And I'm not blind either, Luka!
When a girl gives you a look or adores you, you're not impressed!
And many girls make you an offer! But you ignore them, or you don't even notice them because you don't care about girls and you don't pay attention to them!
You know, Luka, in the 70s and early 80s there were trousers that were almost cut like the ones you like to wear.
But those pants don't exist anymore. So I assume you have them tailored or prepared especially like that!
Luka, as clearly as you can see everything in your jeans today, they must be specially tailored, because they don't come off the rack. It's too extreme, Luka! That's almost an offer you're making, Luka! Well, and the guy earlier responded to that offer!
I'm not blind, Luka, and the way you act, you just have to be gay. A 19-year-old straight guy doesn't dress like that!
Besides, my brother is gay too, Luka. And I love my brother. And I like you too.
Are you gay, Luka?
*
Yes, I am! And you really don't mind, Martin? Me? I? You know, Mom loves you and I've grown to like you very, very much, too. But if you?
Martin takes me in his arms and hugs me tightly. He holds me for minutes until I have calmed down again.
“Not Luka! I told you that I like you. I like you a lot. In a little while, you'll probably be like my own son, whom I unfortunately don't have.
I love Melanie. And I'd like to be a father to you, Luka, if you'll allow it!”
Now we're all three holding each other tightly.
***
After this family reunion, we enjoy the day.
The cakes at Domani are great. Even Mom can't resist two pieces!
In the late afternoon, the two drive me to the Ponyhof.
There they change and then set off.
I wish them a nice evening and then go to the parking lot. I want to see what license plates are there. Just where people come from!
So what do we have there:
BGL? Berchtesgadener Land
M? Munich
F? Frankfurt
B? Berlin
FRG? Freyung-Grafenau
K? Cologne
DGF? Dingolfing-Landau
L? Leipzig
Oh yes, quite a mix. They come to Martin's Ponyhof from all over Germany. I'll have to ask Martin if he advertises or if they come by word of mouth.
Now I'm on my way to the stables where the ponies are kept.
It's good that everything is so well lit here.
Of course, at this time of year it's already pitch black.
In three days it'll be Christmas Eve! I got the presents a long time ago, thank God. The necklace will go well with Mom's new dirndl!
The vest for Martin was more difficult. But then Mom helped me.
Oh, damn, it's slippery already. I almost fell there.
But here comes the stable door at last. Let's see if the gray pony is still there.
It is very tame. It even comes up to you on its own to be petted. Yes, and to beg for a piece of sugar. I also have some in my pocket!
Wummmsss!!!
*
With a jolt, the barn door opens!
And slams against my head with full force!
Then I black out in two ways!
***
Mutsch, are you coming? I think he's waking up now!
I slowly open my eyes.
I'm still blacked out. I blink a few times, but the blackness remains. And it slowly dawns on me!
A black man! A negro! A? yes, what actually?
African American? African? Aboriginals? Or just a black man?
You really did a great job there, Kevin. He was unconscious for over 30 minutes. I was already wondering whether I should call a doctor after all. But now that's unnecessary.
Hello young man. I'm Abigail! The mother of this whirlwind that blew you off your feet. We're guests here at the Ponyhof. How are you doing? Do you have a headache? Does anything else hurt?
The black woman holds out a glass of water.
God, now all I have to do is look to see if the glass is black where she's holding it.
“There's an aspirin dissolved in there. Please drink it, just to be on the safe side.”
Automatically, I reach for the glass and drink it down.
The blow to my head must have been really hard. I'm still quite dazed.
Where? How? How did I get here? Where am I? And who are you?
My head is about to burst. I feel sick! I have to throw up. The bathroom, where is the bathroom?
I pushed back the covers and am already standing on my own two feet. They stripped me down to my T-shirt and my yellow CK panties!
But now this Kevin is also reacting because I am starting to sway. But before I can fall over, he has taken me in his arms and is helping me to a door that Abigail is just opening.
Behind it is the bathroom. I just make it to the sink before I start to throw up.
The cake, the coffee, everything I've eaten and drunk today comes up!
I slowly feel better. After all, there's nothing left in me that could come up. Then, completely incoherently, I start to cry and can't stop! I don't even realize how Kevin lifts me up and carries me back into the room. I hardly notice when a doctor comes later and examines me and gives me an injection!
I don't even realize when Kevin takes me to the bathroom again and helps me relieve myself. It's better that way! What could happen!
***
It's nice and warm in here and so soft.
Warm and soft?
Where am I? It's light in the room.
So Martin's guest room it's not.
And what is the hard thing that I'm holding in my hand? Slowly I'm really waking up!
Warm! Long! Thick! What do I have in my hand?
So nice and grippy! Just like my cock. It's also so nice and grippy!
What is it now? It starts to twitch in my hand! More and more! And my hand is getting all wet too!
***
And suddenly I'm wide awake!
I open my eyes wide. My face is now turning dark red!
Where can I hide?
My dick is rock hard now too! It starts throbbing and twitching!
My slip is getting pretty wet too!
I have to let out a loud groan because I have never had such an intense orgasm.
*
My hand is still in Kevin's shorts. His dick is still hard and firm, too. While my orgasm is shaking me, my hand in Kevin's shorts starts to twitch, too.
For Kevin, this is too much now. He starts to moan, too, and cums once more in my hand.
*
At least we now both have the color of an overripe tomato. Only? with Kevin you can't see it! He is black, after all.
I'm sorry, I?
I just want to apologize to Kevin. But I don't get the chance.
The door opens and Kevin's mom, that is, Abigail, and my mom enter the room.
That's too much for me now!
*
My nerves are on edge and I'm going crazy!
Flipping back the bedspread and fleeing from the room is almost one thing. I don't care at the moment that you can see the big wet spot and also my still persistent erection. Just get out of here!
Abigail and Mam, I feel, look at me in horror!
I flee from the room through the guest wing to the other building where Martin's private apartment is located.
A guest couple looks at me with astonishment as I rush past them in my wet panties! At least they'll have something to talk about at home!
I'm in Martin's apartment! Done! Almost!
Quickly into the guest room! Then quickly into bed and under the covers! And now shut out the world!
What have I done now? I am horrified by myself!
Now the tears start flowing again. I start crying again. The crying fit doesn't let up for the next half an hour!
***
At some point, I feel a stroking on the head, which calms me down!
“Yes, cry it out, Luka! That's what helps you the most!”
Now I start to snuggle up to Martin, because that's what I always did as a little boy with Mam when something hurt or I didn't feel well!
Martin's presence really does calm me. Slowly my crying subsides. I have no more tears anyway.
I have to talk to Martin! My God, what is going to happen now?
*
Slowly I start to tell him.
Do you know Martin, yesterday I still wanted to go to the barn and see the ponies. Pet them a little. But I didn't get the chance. Suddenly I felt faint.
I woke up in a strange room. And there were Kevin and Abigail. Where do they come from Martin? Do you know?
From Sudan! But they have been here for 18 years. Abi was forced into marriage in her home country. And was then raped brutally by her husband a few times.
That's why she fled. Pregnant with Kevin.
She built up a new life here and also fought hard for Kevin! When she was still not doing so well financially, the youth welfare office wanted to take Kevin away from her and put him in a home.
In the meantime, Abigail owns two boutiques in Grafenau and both are doing quite well financially. Abi is very attached to Kevin Luka! And vice versa. You should never forget that! And now continue telling me the story!
Martin is really good and empathetic.
Then I felt sick. I had to throw up. Someone gave me an injection.
Today at noon I woke up in a strange room. I was so warm and I felt better than ever! It was such a nice feeling Martin!
And then I felt that I? yes, you know, Martin, I? you? there I had?
I look at Martin imploringly and mischievously.
And he understands me.
You're such a hero to me. Bringing home the hottest magazines from the sex shop, jerking off half the night and then surrendering at the word cock. Oh Luka, I'm not dead yet. And I still have sex at my age. I know you don't trust an old man to do it anymore, but it's true anyway!?
*
Thank you Martin!
I had my hand in Kevin's shorts. But I don't know how it happened. But he must have liked it too!
He even came twice. And the second time because I came. Martin. I've never had such an intense orgasm! And without me needing my hand! By itself! Without me helping it! And I only came several times yesterday?
Then Mam and Abigail came into the room. I lost my temper. How am I going to make it up to her?
I can never go back to Kevin. And Abigail. What should I do, Martin?
Luka, I would take a shower first! And then I would apologize to Melanie and Abigail! And then, Luka, yes, then I would go to Kevin and talk to him!
As I said, that's what I would do. But maybe that would also be the right thing for you, what do you think?
I told you something yesterday, didn't I, Luka? And a black son-in-law! Yes, why not? If it's meant to be?
Is Kevin really gay too?
Ask him and find out, Luka! Now get lost in the shower!?
After a look at my dirty panties, he just says: Yes, a shower wouldn't hurt. And fresh laundry wouldn't hurt either.
Laughing happily, Martin gives me a slap on the butt and then leaves the room.
I take off my panties and get into the shower. I prepare myself a little for the following conversation.
***
When I enter the living room, Mam is already grinning at me.
“I'm sorry for how I behaved, Mam. But you also came into the room at the worst possible moment!
We realized that afterwards, too, my big boy. But you should apologize to Abi. She didn't know what was going on at all until then. And then you should go to Kevin. But since it's already late afternoon, you have to wait until tomorrow. Abi wants to talk to Kevin first. And they will do that today! And you could do with some rest.
Now come to your mom and let yourself be hugged!
We'll do that thoroughly.
But I also tell Mom that I don't know how it all happened and how it came about.
Mom just says that Kevin should tell me himself!
I go out for a little while to get some fresh air and eat a little something for dinner later. Then I go to bed and sleep through until Sunday morning.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. That could be something!
*
I don't particularly like the breakfast today. I'm afraid of the conversation with Abigail. And with Kevin!
But then I'm on my way!
*
I knock on room door no. 6 and wait with a pounding heart for it to be opened. Then the door opens. Abigail stands before me!
I can't read from her face what to expect. She just takes a step to the side so that I can enter. But she still says nothing!
Just now, I remember that I still don't even know her last name.
I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't want to offend you. And what about Kevin?
No, Abigail is really not making it easy for me. And I'm stuttering like a first grader!
I didn't want to do it with Kevin. I don't know how this could have happened! Excuse me?
Abigail still isn't moving and just looks at me.
I feel like crying again when she starts to smile.
“You've got guts, Luka! Not many people would have done that!” I've made it pretty difficult for you, I admit. But you've been a brave man! That commands respect from me, Luka.
If you let me, I'd like to give you a hug too.
That takes a load off my mind. I'd love to give you a hug.
Abigail whispers something in my ear. Almost too quietly.
Kevin is waiting for you in the room, Luka. But please take care of him, Luka! He is my greatest treasure and all I have! Now run to him!
I manage to say a “thank you, Abi” before she gives me a push in the direction of Kevin's room!
***
Now I knock on Kevin's door and I hear a quiet “come in”. Carefully, I go into the room. Then I take a good look at Kevin!
Short, naturally black hair, big brown eyes, where the white particularly stands out, full red lips, dazzling white teeth, not even the slightest fuzz. About 180 cm tall, muscular and strong. He carried me out of the bathroom, after all. At 18 years old, he looks just great.
His face is not necessarily beautiful, but I find it incredibly attractive and to me it is beautiful!
Kevin is wearing a red jogging suit. It matches his dark skin perfectly. And it excites me again tremendously.
In my yellow sweatpants, of course, this is clearly visible!
But Kevin seems to like it. Now he starts to smile too.
Hey Luka! I'm glad you came to me. Do you like what you see?
Please sit down. I want to talk to you and apologize to you!?
You want to apologize to me? It's more the other way around. I have to apologize to you. You saw what just happened. And I only looked at you.
Kevin, please apologize for what I did to you! That wasn't?
I can't get any further! Kevin puts a finger on my lips.
And the result? I'm standing in front of him with a hard-on again.
Kevin's sweatpants are bulging quite a bit now too!
*
Stop Luka! I have to tell you something first. After the doctor examined you and gave you an injection, I took you to the bathroom again!
The injection was slowly starting to work. You just managed to relieve yourself before you fell asleep!
And I had to hold you, but also your cock. And it kept getting bigger and bigger. Yes, and you nestled so beautifully in my arm and I just thought it was so beautiful. You're the first one to do that.
The fact that your cock got bigger and bigger in my hand was an incredible moment of happiness for me! Was it me? Did you stiffen because of me?
I just had my thoughts! And hoped!
Then you fell asleep. I carried you to my room and put you to bed.
After watching TV, I lay down next to you. I lay awake next to you for hours and hours and couldn't sleep!
I kept turning up the light and looking at you. And the more I did that, the more I liked you.
Around noon, you turned towards me and laid your head on my chest.
I then took your hand, put it in my shorts and placed it on my cock, which had been stiff for hours. At some point you slowly woke up!
Not knowing what you were holding, you just started squeezing it. I was already at 180 anyway.
Of course it didn't take long for me to come.
But it seemed to stimulate you too. You got a hard-on too.
When you had your climax and moaned so loudly, I came again!
Then unfortunately Mutsch and Melanie came into the room!
You see Luka! I have to apologize to you! For what I did to you!
But you excited me so much Luka! I had to do it!
Please forgive me!?
***
What should you say to that now? Just leave the room? Slap Kevin? Pull his balls long? Bully him? Or leave him out in the cold now? Or what?
But there is also another possibility!
I think that's the best! At least that's what I decide on!
*
I turn towards the door!
And out of the corner of my eye I see Kevin's disappointment because I turn around and leave!
But I don't! I turn back to Kevin in a flash, grab him and fall backwards on his bed, holding him tightly in my arms.
Kevin is lying on top of me! Cock to cock!
Now I take his head in my hands and pull him to me. Press my lips on his. Demand entry with my tongue until Kevin's mouth is inside me!
And then I give him the tongue kiss of his life!!!
*
I feel Kevin's thick cock throbbing on my bottom. My hands are now on his bottom. I don't even have to press him harder against me!
Kevin's cock starts to pump. And so does mine!
Of course I continue with the tongue kiss. Kevin quickly starts to moan loudly!
Shortly after, Kevin reaches his climax and takes me with him!
We are so absorbed in each other that we don't even notice the door being opened. Nor, for that matter, do we notice when it is closed again!
Afterwards, another shower is due. But right now I am enjoying Kevin's taste. And the boy tastes damn good!
Kevin will probably be my future medicine. And I'll never be able to get enough of this medicine!
“You're absolutely amazing, Kevin! What are you doing to me?
Will you take a shower with me? Please?
And Kevin smiles at me.
“Do you have something planned?”
Then he takes my hand. But before we disappear towards the shower, Kevin grabs two more shorts. Sure, the ones I'm wearing now are already dirty again!
We're about to rush into the shower when suddenly we both stop abruptly. Abigail and Mam!
Both with a shark grin!
Oh oh, what have they noticed?
Best to play the innocent.
“Hello mom! That? but that's a? a? surprise! Shower? We have to?
Oh mom! Yes you,? um? yes so we? but smooth? buried? or so? see you later?
Play the innocent. Aha. And so it goes. Aha!
No one has ever been in the shower faster than we were!
Accompanied by the laughter of our mothers!
***
And now I get to take Kevin's clothes off! I'll do it bit by bit!
You have something else to do now anyway, dear readers!
First the red sweatshirt.
Then the white T-shirt. This 18-year-old boy is pure eroticism!
I have bulging trousers again!
I am pleased to see that Kevin's sweatpants are bulging again too. And how! What I felt in the room before and will see here in a moment. Wow! Amazing!
I grab Kevin's waistband and pull them forward and off. Otherwise I can't pull the pants down, because they bulge so much! I pull them off him. Now Kevin is standing in front of me only in green boxers.
It has a big wet spot on the front, and it looks so incredibly horny that I almost cum again. I say yes: pure eroticism!
Then I slowly pull his boxers down!
Pah! Puhh! Waaahh! Wow! It's huge! How am I ever going to be able to take that?
I can't resist and blow Kevin a kiss on the glans of his circumcised cock.
So far, I've never seen one (a circumcised cock), well, in the magazines, but never in real life. Good thing Abigail did that! I think that's super hot.
And I tell Kevin that too. And he is visibly pleased!
*
Kevin even helps me undress!
Judging by the gleam in his eyes, he's no less smitten by me than I am by him!
I still have to tell Mom that she doesn't have to bake me my dream prince tomorrow!
We lather each other up and help wash each other off.
Almost inevitably, each of us climaxes again!
But then we stop showering!
Mam and Kevin's mom are still talking.
We also spend the rest of the day together. And we also agree that we will all spend Christmas Eve together, celebrate together and maybe even go to midnight mass.
But in the evening we still sleep in our own beds!
And then finally Christmas Eve arrives!
***
And it's here now!
I dreamt of Kevin. That's why I have a mola that almost hurts! But today I have to wait until it disappears by itself. But she doesn't even think about it!
But there is a proven remedy against it! And I'm taking that now!
Even with the side effect that I wake up abruptly!
An ice-cold shower!
*
Then I go to have breakfast. Martin and Mam are already up, of course. Martin has to take care of his guests in the morning!
“Good morning you two. You look so happy, Mam, what's up?”
“Morning my darling! Oh, you know, I'm just doing well.”
I see! That's why Martin is grinning like that. Oh yes, parents. I'm happy for you, anyway. But it seems to apply to both of you, judging by Martin's glowing eyes!
Do you need the car then, Mom, or can I borrow it? Otherwise I have to go home to get my runabout.
Although it wouldn't be a bad idea to check on him anyway. The breeder isn't bringing our two minders back until Friday, is he?
Martin and I were only home briefly yesterday. Everything is fine. Yes, they are bringing the dogs back on Friday.
Unfortunately, I need the car myself. But maybe you can give me a ride if you tell me where you're going.
I have to go to Schönberg, to Dieter's. And then into the small side street.
That's possible. I'll let you out in Schönberg and pick you up later. Meanwhile, I'll take care of everything in Grafenau. Will you be ready in half an hour?
Yes, I will. Thank you, Mom!
*
Mom lets me out right in front of Dieter's sports shop.
Thank God he is free himself. A temp is serving the customers today.
I ask Dieter if we can go in the back. He has his little tailor shop there. And I don't want to present my wishes in front of the other customers.
“Uh, yes, I met someone, Dieter. Kevin. A black guy. And I need a present for him. I was thinking of a pair of white tracksuit bottoms. But something very special. Size 5-6. Almost like mine.
Only Kevin's bum is much nicer than mine. And then he's got a big... you know? Anyway, bigger than mine.
You had some shiny material a few months ago. If you still have it and could make two shorts out of it for me? Just for Kevin and me. So very sophisticated! You know what I mean!
And could you also make appliqués on the sweatpants? The pockets red and a continuous red zipper on the side? Can you do it today, Dieter? Please! Please!?
Aha, Kevin it is. A black guy. With a well-formed ass. And a huge cock. Yes, most blacks have one. I got to feel one once! Phew! I've never been so full!
Oh, you lucky little Luka! So you finally got your dream prince? Yes, your eyes give you away.
Oh, I'm so happy for you! I'll do magic for you today, Luka! But it'll be at least 4 p.m. More like later. There was already a customer this morning! He also wants something special! Come at 5 p.m. How does your Kevin wear it, Luka? On the left or right??
Oh, I think it's on the right. Uh, yeah? You know? Are you sure?
Dieter starts to chuckle.
Oh Luka! You're such a sweetheart! You were so keen on him that you didn't pay attention to that. But if it's on the right, then he really has a huge one!
I'll do magic for you Luka! I promise! At 5 o'clock! But now I'll get to work. I won't disappoint my favorite customer! Ciao Luka!?
I also say goodbye to Dieter and make my way to the sex shop!
*
Last time I saw a yin and yang necklace there.
Good and bad. Happiness and dissatisfaction. Black and white? Kevin and Luka!
Yes, and if Yin symbolizes the soft and Yang the hard, it fits again!
Yin = the soft = Lukas, so my ass!
Yang = the hard = Kevin's cock!
And both brought together, also make a whole again!
Infinite what this symbol represents or means or symbolizes!
For me it should become the symbol of our love for each other!
*
It's a good thing I stopped at the pastry shop on the way. They always have such great chocolates. I'll have them put together a package for Abigail! With the quality of these delicacies, you can't go wrong!
*
I'm lucky! The necklace is still there. Actually, there are two necklaces. You can divide the symbol. Into a black and a white part. Just Kevin and Luka!
And only both together become one again!
In addition, I'm taking something very important for tonight!
*
Then I'm on my way to Dieter's sports shop again.
I haven't even reached him yet when Mam comes driving towards me from the direction of Grafenau.
You couldn't ask for better timing.
On the way back, something else occurs to me.
Mam, have you started baking the prince yet? Not yet, have you?
Mam shakes her head and I start grinning.
You won't need it anymore, Mom! I've found my dream prince. I mean, if he'll have me! And I think he wants me!
I have to go back to Dieter's at 5:00. He'll have everything ready by then!
And it's still on for the party tonight? With Abigail and Kevin?
Yes, at least that's what we agreed, isn't it?
***
After lunch, Kevin and I go for a long walk in the forest.
The snowy winter landscape is simply magnificent!
We march in a long left turn through the forest over the Zeller Mountain, a contiguous forest area, which lies a total of approx. 100 meters higher than the village of Innernzell.
Since the farmers of the Bavarian Forest process the firewood and timber in winter and prepare it for removal in the spring, the paths are of course perfectly cleared. Of course, the farmers have to drive their tractors to their respective forest section.
Firewood is cut into one-meter pieces. And 1.1 meters make one cubic meter of wood.
Long timber is used, for example, as a whole trunk for roof trusses, but then it is planed and sawn; or it is used for furniture production. Long timber, in particular, needs the appropriate storage space.
After about two kilometers, we reach the crest of the hill. The forest ends here. We can now look down on the village.
And there is something else we can see from here.
The mountains of the Bavarian Forest!
The mountain range with its white peaks is a beautiful sight.
I explain to Kevin what he can see:
The first mountain is the Arber. Known for the chapel and the lake!
The second is the Rachel. Known for the Rachelschutzhaus!
The third is the Lusen.
The fourth is the Dreisessel.
The Dreisessel, with its three almost equally high peaks, is particularly fascinating to look at and, after the Arber, one of the most popular excursion destinations from nearby Freyung.
*
On our way back to the stables, we also pass where Mom and I live. At least that's where it is now.
If Mom and Martin get married, we'll probably move to Martin's place in the village. I don't know what will happen to the parsonage then. But we're not there yet!
Since Kevin and I are walking past the parsonage anyway, I point it out to him, as I still want to go there with him this evening.
I also take the opportunity to get Mom and Martin's Christmas presents and take them back to the village.
*
When we arrive at the stables, we go our separate ways again. Each of us still has something to prepare or pick up. I also lie down for a bit and get a little sleep. I want to be fit for Kevin in the evening!
Mom wakes me up shortly before five. She then drives me to Dieter's, which I prefer, because then I don't have to drive myself. I really don't like doing that in the dark.
My presents are ready and even already wrapped.
So I can't even see them myself until Kevin unpacks them and maybe tries them on right away.
Oh yes, please!
Dieter and I say goodbye to each other warmly with best wishes for tonight.
Then it's finally time for the presents!
*
Abi, Kevin, Mam, Martin and I all meet in Martin's rustically furnished living room.
There is already a large silver fir there. It is already decorated in the old German style with straw stars and figures made of red wax!
But instead of real wax candles, Martin has preferred to use an electric fairy light string with at least 300 bulbs.
A CD of Christmas music is playing in the background.
At five places in the room, Martin, to whom we all gave the gifts beforehand and who distributed them to the respective places, put a large name tag on each of the packages. So each of us knows which is our place and which packages belong to him or her.
Then, one after the other, each of us takes turns opening one of his gifts.
Kevin and I blush several times!
The first time we open Abi's presents!
They are beautifully wrapped. But with an explosive content!
Both Kevin and I get from Abi:
a white (Kevin) and a black (for me) vinyl slip!
and a large bottle of lubricant with 500 ml content!
Abi's only comment is that she is not blind, besides, we are still young and above all: young men like us are into that kind of thing!
What more can you say!
The second time Kevin and I unwrap our mutual gifts!
For Kevin, a pair of red satin trousers!
With blue pockets on the back. And a blue continuous zipper on both sides.
Most fascinating, however, is the likewise blue contrasting area in the crotch!
Where the cock and balls inevitably come to rest, Dieter has sewn on a flap held up by eight buttons!
And as I can see, there is no bulky fabric behind the flap!
Seeing Kevin in his pants will be a very special experience! I'm already looking forward to it!
Strangely enough, I'm getting the same, equally crafted pants. Now in blue, though!
With a red zipper, red pockets and red flap!
Both pants are exactly the same color!
But how? How did Dieter know?
Mom's shark grin answers my silent question.
Of course! Dieter said he had to make something for another customer. The other customer was Kevin!
But we're still getting a gift for each other!
Dieter didn't promise me too much! He really did magic! Just unpacking them, Kevin and I almost lost our breath.
The shiny shorts are absolutely amazing!
*
They're so ingeniously cut, it's impossible to put it into words!
When Martin sees the gold, blue and green fabric, he has to whistle through his teeth. That says everything we need to know about the quality of Dieter's work!
I'm looking forward to being the first to admire Kevin in it and then to unwrap it!
The gifts are all distributed, Abi is already wearing her new gold chain around her arm and everyone is enjoying the mulled wine and fruit punch.
So I'm taking advantage of the peaceful atmosphere and asking for everyone's attention!
***
I want to make a quasi-marriage proposal to Kevin today!
After only a few days of knowing each other, it may be a bit early.
But... I have a feeling that I am doing the right thing!
*
Meanwhile, I have everyone's attention and four pairs of eyes are on me!
I already have Yin in my hands!
Kevin Jeremiah Grey,
take this necklace as a token of my devotion to you!
I, Luka Gerbert, will love and hold you as long as you let me!
I will stand by you at all times, in good times and in bad!
I will also always honor you and carry your image in my heart. Forever, if I may!?
Now I put the necklace around Kevin's neck and give him a tender kiss.
Then I take Yang out of my pocket and hold it out to Kevin.
“Will you, Kevin Jeremiah Grey, do the same for me, please put the other half around my neck?”
*
Kevin takes Yang out of my hand.
“Luka Gerbert, I am happy to put this necklace around your neck. Take it as a sign of my love for you. And especially today, on this special day, our love will last forever! Luka Gerbert, your image is already burned into my heart. As soon as I close my eyes, I see every detail of you. This image will only be erased when I die. I will also love and hold you forever! And I will now seal this love for you with a kiss!?
Kevin puts the necklace around my neck! Looks me in the eye!
And gives me a loving, never-ending kiss!
Shortly before suffocation, however, we have to break the kiss!
And hear the sobbing all around!
***
During dinner, we had already decided that Kevin and I would spend the night in the former parsonage. Well, dinner is a bit of an exaggeration. On Christmas Eve, we traditionally have sauerkraut, various sausages and bread or rolls.
We also decided that we don't have to be back here at the stables until lunch tomorrow.
*
Since I had also bought lubricating gel in the sex shop today, Kevin and I are now well stocked up for weeks.
I have firmly resolved that we will need some for the first time today.
So we pack a bag, and of course we don't forget our presents either, say goodbye to the others, who will be going to midnight mass today anyway, and set off for home.
*
During our short excursion this afternoon, I turned the heating up a little. So my room is now comfortably warm. That's where Kevin and I are going to retreat!
***
The following night is a dream!
***
For lunch, however, Kevin and I will go out! I just can't walk around in the area very well! I am glad to be able to walk at all with any degree of reason! After such a wonderful night, that is more than understandable.
The feelings I have for Kevin are enough for a long life together!
My wish has been fulfilled. I have found my dream prince!
*-*-*

?Luka, where are you? I've been waiting for you for so long. I don't have all day either!
Of course, Mom, who can't wait for anything!
Don't rush now. We still have plenty of time. It's only noon. You know very well that they don't open up until 2:00. If we get there early, we'll have to wait again. And we'll easily get there within 15 minutes. Besides, you don't even know if you have a chance with Martin at all!
Well, now it fits again! Mom got her damper! And has landed back on the ground of facts!
*-*-*
But first, let me introduce myself!
Hey! I'm Luka! 19 years old. A happy nature from childhood on. Short black hair, but it's usually standing all over my head.
Almost no facial hair. Shaving twice a week is enough for me. It's amazing how much time I save as a result!
I make better use of the mornings! Yes, at 19 you still have your fantasies!
Some have already described me as a lovable, cheeky (b)angel. But I really am! * fg *
Helpful, usually in a good mood, nice and friendly to everyone. Except for the few people I don't like. But they notice that!
Besides, I'm a bit, very gay!
But I don't whore around! Because I don't have the opportunity!
No, seriously. Here in this village! In Innernzell! My goodness! 653 inhabitants. 27 dogs.
Then we, my mom and I, live in a former parsonage!
No, there is no father.
Well, biologically yes. But not really. I never even met him. He left mom for another woman. Or rather, his parents made him marry another woman.
They were never stingy with the alimony, though, were the parents of the? But never stingy. I never lacked for anything.
But I am also very frugal! Mom's favorite, that's me!
*-*-*
Yes, the former parsonage! It's almost a kilometer from the village! But we have our peace and quiet!
And two sharp dogs!
But on a running leash. They are super-loving, well-behaved, quiet guys, as long as no stranger gets too close to them!
Yes, they are two males! And not neutered! They should have fun too!
Really! They are actually occasionally booked by other breeders! Because of the breeding! They are super beautiful, black, healthy Labradors!
At least they seem to love me. At least I can and am allowed to do everything with them!
And the best thing about it! They bring in quite a bit of money for us!
They are constantly being examined by a veterinarian, which costs quite a bit, but nevertheless, the amount that remains each month is considerable!
*-*-*

Ma&Ma

I could have killed my mother when she told me just before closing time, I would have another appointment. Instead of now with Jost, his Johannes and a few good friends naked at the pool and watch the sausages while tanning, I was allowed to look at their very overgrown garden with potential customers; and that on the evening before Ascension Day. One glance was enough to see that you could have easily staged Sleeping Beauty here, at least the scene with the thorny hedge.
All right, I may be the managing director of Tenhagen Gardening and Landscaping, but even a boss has to call it a day sometimes! Apparently my mother, who at almost 60 years old is still the heart and soul of the company, begrudges me this little bit of freedom. What did she mean when she foisted this evening meeting on me?
I should make an effort to get the job, she said, because the new owner of the house was the new city treasurer and you could always use good connections in the administration.
The man in charge of municipal finances, Ballenburg by the name, I estimated him to be in his early to mid-forties, was actually an affable guy who limited himself to the essentials. His wife, however, about ten years younger than her husband and thus my age, more than made up for his taciturnity.
She talked like a waterfall, without a full stop or a comma. The garden of the property that the couple had just purchased measured almost 3,000 square meters and, as already mentioned, was in a rather poor state. Just clearing the undergrowth would cost a four-figure sum and the driveway would need to be completely redone.
However, that was no wonder, because the old owner, Josefine Kruse-Hoppeditz, had hardly left the house after her stroke fifteen years ago. Although she had been dead for more than four years, an inheritance dispute in the farming family probably prevented a faster utilization of the former retirement home of the Kruse-Hoppeditz farm.
And? What do you think? How much will it cost to get the garden back in shape?
The suit-wearer looked at me expectantly when we arrived back at the house. I took a deep breath.
Well, to turn her garden back into a garden that can be called a garden, I'm looking at a mid-five figure range. But with all her wishes? I'll need almost half a million.
Please? You're not serious, are you?
The suit-wearer's eyes almost popped out of his head. I smiled smugly at him.
Yes, they are, because it's her special requests that are making the project more expensive. Her three children are not yet in elementary school, so I advise against swimming ponds and similar water features. I would also not build any natural stone walls, but plant a hedge instead, which fits better into the landscape and is 95% cheaper. The same applies to the driveway, which is currently a better dirt road where you sink in the rain. You need a proper substructure and it doesn't matter whether you lay simple interlocking paving or expensive cobblestones on it.
In figures?
The man was curt! I was still grinning.
Including the substructure and labor costs, one square meter of composite stones is around 30 euros; for cobblestones, you would have to expect to pay two to three times that amount. A meter of natural stone wall, at two meters high, is around 1,000 euros; a meter of hedge costs between 30 and 50 euros, depending on the height of the plants; and they need almost 250 meters of fence.
That's a significant difference!
You could see that he was calculating.
“To be honest, we just bought the house and are budgeting 100,000 for the renovation, so more than 20,000 is not available for the garden at the moment. Can you do anything with that?”
I nodded.
In return, you can definitely get the clearing, a half-height hedge and the driveway. But more than a kind of English landscape garden, that is, a lawn and a few rhododendrons as eye-catchers, is not feasible with this budget, maybe a fruit and vegetable garden. But more?
Then we'll do it like that!?
I love happy customers. We arranged an appointment in my office for more detailed planning and I finally went to my evening event.
*-*-*
My mother came storming into the office the day after Pentecost, looking joyfully excited.
“Son, Hans just called, his wife went into labor, he'll probably be out of commission for the next few days. We'll probably have to reschedule the work at Ballenberg.”
Couldn't the new earthling have come earlier?
“Never mind! I'll call the job center in a minute and hire a day laborer. We want to start clearing the land anyway, don't we?
Whatever you say, my little one.
My old lady smiled at me. I'm not a slave owner, but for some jobs I like to have the option of hiring day laborers. If all I have to do is operate a shredder, why should I hire a trained worker for the job?
I prefer to take an unskilled worker who feeds the branches into the machine bit by bit. OK, it may take him a little longer to get the same result as a skilled worker, but when you look at the costs, the unskilled worker is unbeatable.
I was just about to go on my lunch break when the phone rang.
“Landscaping Tenhagen?”
My conversation partner cleared his throat.
“Klaus Sinkewitz from the job center.”
Job center? Was there something wrong with the day laborer I had hired for the job? But he had been at work for three hours already.
“Mr. Sinkewitz! What can I do for you?”
“Mr. Tenhagen, would you be interested in a worker who costs nothing?”
He seemed nervous. So it wasn't about my day laborers, I was relieved for the moment.
“Who do you want to offer me and why are you coming to me with this?”
“I'm desperately looking for an internship for a young man without a school-leaving certificate.”
He took a breath.
My colleague Werner from the day placement office told me that you often request unskilled laborers, so I thought I could place him with you. However, he would need the position yesterday at the latest.
There was plenty of work to do and if Hans was absent for a longer period of time, I would need a replacement for him. Why should I pay a day laborer when a volunteer would do the same for free? So, why not? It was worth a try. “Come by with the boy then. Say, at 2:00 p.m.?
Agreed? And thanks in advance.”
He hung up.
*-*-*
The social pedagogue from the office was even punctual. Three minutes before the agreed time there was a knock at my office door. I had reckoned, according to the voice, with an older man, but the guy was at least five years younger than me and I will be 33 this year. I offered him a chair.
So, Mr. Sinkewitz, where is your protégé then?
He should be here in half an hour.
He sat down.
I wanted to talk to you alone first because the situation is a bit tricky.
How so, strange?
I looked at him questioningly.
Well, Matthias?
The bespectacled man took a deep breath.
“He fled from his family for the first time at the age of 11. Alcohol and beatings dominated family life, his older brother was addicted to drugs, his sister was a prostitute, so it was pretty much a neglected childhood.”
“Not a good childhood!”
I leaned back in my chair. He looked at me openly.
“In my opinion, the youth welfare office reacted too late. They only became active when Matthias, who was almost fifteen, was picked up by the Italian police in Naples. He then spent time in various foster families, homes, psychiatric institutions and on the street. At the beginning of last year, after his brother died of an overdose, he had a change of heart and got himself somewhat back on track. Since then, he has been living in a supervised living group.
The story wasn't great, but why the rush?
And why should he start today?
He turned eighteen last week and with adulthood, the care of the youth welfare office actually stops, unless,? my counterpart looked at me desperately,? the resident is in an employment or training relationship. If that is the case, then he can stay there for the time being, a kind of grace period, until he finds his own apartment.”
That made sense.
“And to make sure he doesn't end up back on the street, he's supposed to do an internship?”
“Exactly! Officially, the youth department of the job center has been responsible for him for a week.”
Klaus Sinkewitz took a deep breath.
Normally we would have heard from them three months ago, but his case worker had a car accident and went into rehab. What can I say? We didn't hear anything and I only found out about his fate last week.
I nodded.
So you need time to sort out certain things?
You said it! If I can't find him a place to stay, he'll be homeless next week and all the progress he's made in the last thirteen months will be for nothing. Do you think he'll pull himself together again then?
He shrugged his shoulders resignedly. I rubbed my chin.
So the internship is just a formality?
No! He should definitely be working. Matthias needs a task, needs a structured life.
The man from the office seemed desperate.
If you would be willing to extend the internship to the end of August, then I have time to establish myself as a point of contact and take care of the rest, such as an apartment and household. The administration has failed him more than once.
I could only nod in agreement.
“Okay, then I'll put the end date as 31/08. Would it help if I backdate the contract a bit? Then the whole thing doesn't look quite so forced!?”
Sinkewitz's eyes lit up.
He signs an internship contract with them and sends it to me. Due to mail delivery times and the holidays, it was Pentecost, I only find out today, visit him on his first day of work and then report to the youth welfare office that he has to stay in his previous environment for the time being.
I laughed.
That's what I thought.
At that moment, there was a knock on the door and, without waiting for an answer, my mother was standing in the frame. “Son, our new intern has arrived and, before you ask, the coffee is already being made.”
When Matthias entered the room, I had to swallow first. His blond hair, almost shoulder-length, was combed into a center parting; the white shirt was probably two sizes too big for him, and he literally sank into it.
If it had been floor-length, he could have been described as a small, delicate angel. My mouth went dry as he gracefully approached me. He was barely a handspan shorter than me, but at almost six feet ten inches tall, almost everyone is shorter than me.
His hand, which he held out to greet me, was sweaty; he seemed excited but at the same time also shy.
Over coffee, we discussed the formalities and the man from the office then left, leaving me alone with the angelic creature.
“Tell me, how do you plan to get to us every morning?”
“Bus or bike?”
He brushed his hair out of his face.
“No driver's license and no car.”
“It's going to be difficult with the bus; we start at eight o'clock.”
Besides our company, there were only farmers in the area and the public transportation system in our rural area was not very well developed: the next bus stop was almost three kilometers away. I stood up.
“Come with me then, I'll show you where you'll be working up a sweat for the next few months. You won't need to go to a gym, the muscles will come from all by themselves.”
A hint of a smile flitted across his face.
“I didn't have any money for something like this before.”
We left my office and went through the garden center, which also belongs to our company. From there, we headed for the large outdoor area, then to the tree nursery and later to the greenhouses, finally ending the tour after more than an hour at the actual company yard.
I pointed to one of the buildings
“That's where the staff rooms are, and that's where we'll get you kitted out.”
We entered the small hallway and stopped in front of the time clock.
“Please clock in and out when you arrive and leave, and the hour's break each day will be deducted automatically. If you forget, just come and see me and we'll enter the time manually.”
He nodded assent.
“The women's changing room is on the right, so it's out of bounds for you; the men change here.”
I grinned at him as I opened the door.
“You can either change here or come to work in your work clothes, the choice is yours. However, you should have a complete set of clothes in your locker, as you may well need clean things at times.”
Which locker is free?
Matthias' voice sounded a bit subdued.
I went down the row.
“Here, 22 is not occupied.”
“That's my birthday.”
He smiled at me. I looked into his green eyes.
“The door on the right leads to the toilet, I don't need to explain how to use it, and on the left is the shower, but I won't give you any instructions for that either.”
He looked at me shyly.
“Do I have to shower here?”
That's up to you! You can if you want, but you don't have to. It's your decision. The only rule is that your locker must always be locked. Nothing's ever been taken from here, but...
I put my hand on his shoulder. ...just to avoid any trouble, it's better to lock the door. Follow me then.
From the changing room we went to the break room.
“The fridges are for everyone, but you should mark your things, so here's a pen. You can either bring your own drinks or help yourself to the crates there. Then just put a cross on the list, the bottle costs 50 cents, and you get the bill at the end of the month.” I pointed to the kitchenette.
“Unfortunately, we don't have a cafeteria here, so you have to take care of your own meals. Most people bring their own sandwiches, but the microwave and stove are there for everyone. Just one small request: please put the dishes in the dishwasher after use, leftovers don't go down well with colleagues. The coffee is free, just put the cups in the dishwasher after use.
? In the dishwasher?
For the first time he showed me his dimples. I couldn't help grinning too.
?You said it! Then we'll go to the warehouse, you need your work clothes. What size do you actually wear???
106 or 110, depending on how it turns out.?
He was being the shy angel again. The storeroom was the only room in the entire staff area that was always locked and only my mother and I had a key.
I opened the door, felt for the light switch, and entered the room full of shelves.
“Well, we don't have your size in stock, but it'll work just as well. Here, try this coat on.”
The green XL coat was quite loose, and he looked a bit unsure.
“Do we wear coats at work?”
Only if you work in the shop. You'll do whatever needs doing and wherever people are needed, so you might also work in the garden center.
I looked at him. In the shop, you can either work in your normal street clothes plus an apron, or you can put on your green stuff, it's up to you and your mood.
I turned back to the shelves and handed him a pack of ear defenders, then I grabbed a pair of earmuffs, also known as Mickey Mouse. As he held them in his hands, I looked in a box for a work helmet.
The intern's eyes grew wider and wider.
“What's that for?”
“From time to time it can get quite loud, for example when you are standing at the shredder or have to cut stones. The earplugs are usually sufficient, but if you want it quieter, you can use the earplugs and the headphones. Please put them on?”
“Will do.”
Matthias put the black thing on his ears and arranged his hair. “Like that?”
“Exactly, and now for the helmet.”
I put the hard polyethylene shell on his blond head; it wobbled quite a bit. A slight smell of sweat reached my nose. I took it off again and turned the adjusting screw. Once it was back on his angelic hair, I was satisfied with the result, and the safety gear was on tight around the top.
I grinned at him as I fiddled with his chin strap to adjust the helmet to his size. I touched his slender neck and his slightly flushed cheeks more often than was necessary.
He swallowed, his Adam's apple moving quite violently. When everything was in place, I smiled at him.
“You can take the pieces off now.” ”You may need to adjust the inside a little when you put the helmet on without ear protection, but you'll have to do that as needed.”
“When do I need a helmet?”
His pulse had still not calmed down.
“When felling trees, driving excavators, loading and unloading. Normally, it's more of a hindrance, but the insurance company and occupational safety require it.”
I turned to the work jackets.
“If you're wearing an undershirt, please take off your shirt.”
His T-shirt looked pretty washed out, the band around his neck was stretched out of shape. I handed him a top in size 50, it looked like it had been shot into, the sleeves much too short. With the items in size 56, the only other size available, it looked a bit better, but I still didn't really like it.
I put the order for work clothes on my to-do list.
Hello? Is someone in the warehouse?
A woman's voice broke the stifling silence in the chamber. I laughed.
Don't worry, dear Sylvia. I'm just fitting out our intern.
Then it's all right! I just wanted to smoke a cigarette.
A door was heard to open and then close again.
“Er, what exactly is the smoking policy here?”
He looked at the floor.
“Never in front of customers! If you work in the center, you shouldn't take a cigarette break when the shop is full.”
I laughed at him.
“Do you smoke?”
?Occasionally? when I can afford it.?
Shyness seemed to be his middle name.
I pointed to the door.
?Just like me, I'm an occasional smoker. Then let's take a break.?
In the break room, I introduced the intern to the floral specialist, who was sitting at the table with a half-full cup of coffee in front of her.
“So that's the new guy?“ the boss said, repeating what I'd already been told.
“I guess I am.”
He shyly held out his hand.
The woman in her mid-forties grinned.
“And where are you doing your internship?” “At a center or in landscaping?”
Matthias rolled his eyes, so I offered the answer for him.
He'll be spending more time with the guys out in nature, but he should get a taste of everything.”
“You want the whole nine yards again?”
The bespectacled woman stubbed out her cigarette and put her empty cup in the dishwasher.
“See you later, then!”
When we had finished our lung-bratwursts, we went back to the chamber, this time I closed the door as a precaution.
“What size shoes do you have?”
“44 or 45, depending on the brand. Do I need work shoes, too?”
He looked at me questioningly.
“I have a pair of Bundeswehr boots at home that I can wear.”
I had to grin.
“They'll do for starters, because we still have to order work shoes. But we still need rubber boots. Here, try these on!” ”It's a 46, but...”
He peeled out of his sneakers.
“The last time I wore these was as a child.”
“Here they are part of everyday life.”
I looked at his feet and noticed a big hole in his right sock.
“Besides, they're more appropriate for some jobs that require the use of a pressure washer than heavy work boots.” ”Here?”
I threw him a thick pair of gray cotton knee-highs, Bundeswehr brand.
“Please put them over your socks and jeans and then into the boots.”
He did as I asked, and then pulled on the boots with a slight groan. 
“They're fine. A bit wide around your big uncle, but I have a high deadline anyway.”
“Then I'm reassured. You can take them off again?”
I looked for some other socks and put them on the stack with the other things.
“Will I wear rubber boots that often?”
A smile flitted across his face.
“No, not that, these are for your boots. There's a difference between walking in the park and working off-road. You shouldn't get blisters, so...”
I grinned at him.
“Old trick from the Bundeswehr: first put on a thin, tight-fitting pair of socks over your feet, then put on the cotton socks on top of that; then only fabric rubs against fabric and not fabric against skin.”
“Does that really help?”
There was a certain skepticism in his voice. I shrugged my shoulders.
“I've never had blisters on my feet before.”
I can give it a try.
He smiled at me. I was already looking for the leggings.
Please try the dungarees.
He tried to pull the dungarees over his jeans, which of course failed.
You should take off your jeans for this, otherwise it won't work.
Please?
He looked at me in shock.
“You want me to take off my pants? Right here and now?”
“Yep, unless you want to play the lottery with the size and take a surprise when you change tomorrow?”
I couldn't help grinning. Embarrassed, he fumbled with his waistband, slowly unbuttoning one button after another, and then pulled down his trousers in one go. I was amazed to see that the angelic creature wasn't wearing any underwear.
The very respectable part between his legs popped up, showing clear readiness for action, my tongue moved hectically over my lips. He looked at me, disturbed.
“Sorry, if I had known beforehand that I had to go to a fashion show today, then of course I would have put something on underneath.”
No problem, I walk around like that from time to time.
I had to swallow, I would have liked to kneel down in front of him and incorporated his joy donor, but I was his boss, I had to pull myself together.
A little tip on the side of the gang: you should always wear something underneath at work, because first of all, something can always happen, and what would your colleagues say if they kept seeing stains in that area?
His face had turned red all over.
That's also true.
It doesn't matter for the fitting, but otherwise...
His pipe was quite thick. Marius, look the other way! He slipped into the trousers and pulled straps over his shoulders. His manhood was more than clearly visible in the middle of his body.
“I think these are a size too small.”
“Wait.”
I looked for a larger size, found one and handed it to him.
“Here!”
He peeled off the one and slipped into the other pair of trousers.
“Much better.”
“That's right.”
I went up to him and took a closer look at the result, then fiddled with the straps, making them bigger. You could still guess his joy donor from the front, but only if you stared intensely at his midsection.
The view I had, however, looked a bit different, since I was looking at his palm from above. I couldn't see any swelling, but his part now had considerably more freedom of movement.
“I think that'll do for a start. But I'll probably have to go shopping with you in the next few days.”
“I think so too.”
A mischievous grin played on his lips. I leaned against a shelf and watched as he took off his overalls. Should I approach him now? Heavens! No!
Now I've almost forgotten the most important thing...?
He folded the green piece neatly and looked me directly in the eyes.
What then?
I reached into the shelf.
The lock for your locker! Here, take good care of the key.”
He took the metal and dropped his trousers; a magnificent sight. He put the lock on the stack and slowly pulled his trousers back on. There was a powerful tension in the air, but I couldn't not let it come to an explosion.
Matthias had slight difficulties to get his part back into his pants, but in the end he managed it. He just threw his shirt over, walked leisurely to the stack of laundry I had built for him, and looked at me.
“Do we have to do anything else here?”
I shuddered, as I was torn from my not entirely adult thoughts.
“No!”
Back in the locker room, he organized his locker, repeatedly seeking eye contact with me. When he was finished with his work, he looked at me questioningly.
“And what's next?”
You can go home now, I'll see you tomorrow at 8:00 a.m.”
I took a step towards him.
“Genie, this is your last day of freedom, because starting tomorrow you'll be grateful for every minute of leisure time.”
The handshake lasted longer than necessary and he slowly left the personnel wing. I stopped in the doorway and watched the angelic being as he slowly walked across the courtyard, repeatedly glancing back at me. Only when he had disappeared did I make my way to my office.
*-*-*
I had just taken the last gulp of my first office coffee when there was a knock at the door.
“Come in!”
“Good morning, boss. Reporting for duty on time.”
The angel was standing in the doorway. He had tied his hair into a plait, probably with a hair band; I liked him better with his hair down, but it was probably more practical for work.
Ready for your first dressing down?
He looked at me, startled.
I?..?h? I don't know now? It's still three minutes to eight, isn't my watch wrong?
Your watch is right on the minute, but you should be dressed appropriately by the time you start work.
I walked up to him, laughing.
But since it was me who forgot to inform you yesterday, cancel the scolding.
Our handshake took considerably longer than usual.
We always start the working day with a short meeting in the recreation room. I would be very grateful if you would follow me.
After you.
He grinned at me as he held the door open for me. When we arrived in the staff area, we were already greeted by various voices. I greeted my men and, leaning against the kitchen counter, asked for a little quiet.
“Guys, this is Matthias, he'll be doing an internship with us until the end of August. He will be looking in on everything and I would like to ask you to give him a hand when needed.”
As expected, there were some hellos and the intern was able to shake quite a few hands. I overheard a few comments about his light blonde hair tied in a plait.
“Kevin!
I looked urgently at my red-haired trainee.
“Your hair would almost be as long as Matthias' today if you had only tinted your hair for Carnival instead of coloring it. Should I hang up the picture of you as the Frog King with green curls again?”
He grumbled, and everyone else present grinned.
“Now that we've settled the hair issue and there doesn't appear to be anything else, I hope you all have a great time at work.”
A general sense of departure spread.
“Stefan, can you come here please?”
While my employees were getting into their cars, my former colleague approached me.
“Marius, what can I do for you?”
I took a step towards him.
“Stefan, you're almost at Ballenberg, aren't you? I still have to go over a few formalities with Matthias, then I'll take him out to the construction site. He's supposed to take down the old garden paths, and we'll take the stones to our warehouse.”
The gray-haired family man laughed.
“So it's the dull work first?”
“Exactly!”
I grinned at him.
I just want to ask you to pay attention to him. The boy has a pretty messed up past, but I'll tell you about that later. You don't have to handle him with kid gloves, but...
My foreman winked at me.
Got it! We've also made a decent man out of Kevin, I'll take him under my wing, don't worry.
We said goodbye and I looked for my intern.
“Matthias, we have to go back to the office and do some paperwork. Are you coming?”
The intern looked at me expectantly.
“But of course!”
The formalities were quickly taken care of, and half an hour later we were strolling back to the staff wing, directly to the locker room. While he was getting out of his clothes, I watched him; this time he was wearing underwear.
“Matthias, do you have any other underpants?”
Big eyes looked at me.
“I do. But? what's the question?”
“Well, how should I put it?”
I bit my tongue.
“You've probably heard the comments about your hair?” It was more of a tease, but when your colleagues see these briefs when you change? Thongs in pink are not to everyone's taste. They could...
get ideas, I could maybe...
He felt caught, his face turned pale.
“I didn't think about that this morning in the rush. What should I do now?”
I took off my pants and threw him my Retro.
“Here, take mine!” Even if it's too big, at least you won't be the talk of the town tonight at the company party!”
He looked at the cotton piece very closely, slowly he pulled his pink something off his legs.
“Thanks! But what are you doing now? I mean, without any underpants?”
“I can just slip into my jeans!”
I grinned cheekily at him.
“Like I did yesterday?”
He smiled at me.
Would you like to maybe put on my underpants?
I hadn't reckoned with that question.
And if they wear out?
No problem, I've got others in the cupboard. I'd be glad if you would wear them.
He laughed.
We can change back tonight.
He pulled me out of my thoughts again, I was miles away!
Agreed?
We got dressed and somehow managed to start the working day. I took Matthias to the building site at Ballenbergs and left him in Stefan's care. On the way back, little Marius was already stirring at the slightest reminder of what had just happened.
How would it all end?
*-*-*
Just before six there was a knock at the door of my open office. I looked up from the monitor and saw Stefan, freshly showered, standing in the frame.
“Stefan, finished for today? Sit down. I hope you have a few minutes for me?”
He pulled out his chair.
“I do, but I have to be home by seven.”
It won't take that long.”
I smiled at him.
“How did the new guy do?”
The old journeyman grinned.
“Quite well, if you can say that! The lad seems pretty tough, huh? I really didn't think so, given his slender build. He dug up almost three-quarters of the way by himself and has already loaded it. He almost fell asleep in the car.
Then he'll probably just fall into his bed dead.
I grinned slightly maliciously.
“Mom, could you come here for a moment, please?”
My mother, who was sitting in the front room, seemed to feel disturbed.
“Do you really need me? I'm doing the bookkeeping right now!”
“Moms!”
Yes, it's necessary! And please close the door behind you.
What is it?
She still glared at me angrily when she had sat down.
It's about our intern.
I grabbed the application folder I had received from him and opened it.
So, name Matthias Finnemann, born on...
During the next few minutes, I first gave his resume and then came to the assessments of the job center employee. The longer I spoke, the paler their faces became. When I had finished, I looked into big eyes.
“Well, there's nothing more to say, I just wanted you to know and not a word to anyone!”
My mother still stared at me, stunned.
“The poor boy!”
The old journeyman rubbed his chin.
“And what do you want to do with him?”
He should settle in here first and help out. Depending on how he does, I would like to offer him an apprenticeship.
I put the application folder aside.
But we already have an apprentice for the new apprenticeship year.
Stefan looked at me irritated. My old lady raised her hands.
Where's the problem? So we have two apprentices?
Mom had spoken: If he wanted the job, he would get it.
“Well, I'll say goodbye for now. I'll go to Jost's now and do a few laps in the pool.”
“But first, check the break rooms. Yesterday someone left the light on in the men's shower again, it was on all night.”
She stood up.
“Mom, it doesn't matter!”
I tried to put as much honey as possible in my voice.
“For over a year we have been producing our own electricity using photovoltaic cells and even feeding it into the normal power grid.”
“Do you think I don't know that?” When the sun shines, we make money; when it doesn't shine, we have to buy electricity. But since the sun doesn't shine at night...
She had the door handle in her hand.
“Calculating, my boy, calculating, I can! But still, have fun? while swimming?”
“Yes, Mama!”
I groaned and shut down the computer. Stefan laughed.
You'll always be a little boy to your mother. But don't worry: I'm no different, and I also have a mother-in-law!
* * *
Unfortunately, there was no one left in the staff wing; the showers and changing rooms were empty. When I got to the place where we stood naked opposite each other this morning, something stiffened in me.
I was already tempted to unzip my pants and give the aching patient some fresh air when my cell phone rang. It was Johannes on the phone, asking where I was going to stay. I promised to leave immediately.
*-*-*
The next morning, Matthias was standing in my doorway at 7:55 a.m. in his work clothes, smiling shyly at me.
“Good morning. Sorry I left right away yesterday, I was really exhausted and just wanted to go to bed. I slept like a baby.”
“I heard what you did. Stefan was very happy with you.
Did I embarrass myself?
It wasn't a difficult thing, just exhausting!
His green eyes sparkled.
Shall we?
Yep!
I would have loved to have kissed him, but the door to the outer office was opened. The team meetings on Fridays are pretty short, everyone wants to get to their work as quickly as possible and then off to the weekend. This Friday was no exception. When Stefan's team showed up at four, Matthias came to see me in my office.
“Boss?” Stefan asks where the keys to the forklift are. He wants to unload the europallets with the old bricks.
“Wait, I'll come with you, I could use a break anyway.”
I approached him. He looked at me curiously.
“Why did the stones have to be stacked? It's all just construction waste, isn't it?”
“You're wrong, because there is hardly any past in stones.”
I grinned at him as we left my office.
“We make money from the stones twice: once for the removal and the supposed disposal, then they are cleaned and sold again as a special item.”
The angel whistled appreciatively.
“The idea is good, but is it legal?”
“I'd have to ask my ex, he's a lawyer.”
I laughed.
But the owners want to get rid of it, for them it's garbage and garbage is ownerless and I'm just disposing of the garbage for them.
Stefan laughed when he saw us coming.
Marius, do you want to do the unloading yourself or just watch us?
You've given me an idea!
I grinned at my foreman.
Matthias has to learn how to drive the forklift truck anyway, so you call it a day and we'll do the loading in a practice session?
The idea was very well received, and Matthias seemed to like it too, because he winked at me. I really wanted to be alone with him. I don't know what had come over me either, but I felt more than attracted to the angelic creature.
We first practiced driving the forklift; I stood next to him in the driver's cab with my hand on his shoulder. Then we started by loading empty pallets onto the forks, followed by pallets with sacks of potting soil.
The fact that we kept touching each other is something I only mention in passing; it was just heavenly. Just as we were about to start unloading the flatbed truck, my mother came to this part of the company grounds and I put my hands on my hips.
“What are you actually doing here?”
Mom! I'm just teaching Matze how to drive a forklift. We want to unload the car now, so? everything's fine!?
I put on my Sunday best. My producer shook her head.
“Son, we've been off work for an hour!”
“What?”
I looked at her in disbelief.
“Is it that late already?”
“It's seven o'clock, my boy! Since you weren't here, I had to do the inspection round and I want to go bowling right away.”
She still seemed a little agitated.
“I've already locked up the front, you just have to close up the staff quarters. I'm off then, and guys? No nonsense, I'll see you all bright and early tomorrow morning, at eight sharp!”
Matthias looked at me in astonishment when she had gone.
“That was your, er, her mother?”
?Just like her!
I smiled at him.
But we should hurry anyway. Why? Do you have something else planned?
His look was unique. I looked deep into his eyes.
No, there's nothing else today. But look up, it's going to rain and we still have to unload.
Matthias looked up at the sky, his Adam's apple moving distinctly.
“Don't you want to take the wheel instead? You can certainly do it faster than me,? ?h,? I mean, of course, you?
We can stay on first-name terms, can't we!?
I stroked his cheek.
“And you'll unload the car, it's your practice session. So? let's get going?”
“Hey, sir!”
He laughed and carefully drove off.
*-*-*
After ten minutes, everything was done and I put the Mercedes transporter under the canopy. Matthias parked his forklift next to it and together we walked across the yard towards the staff wing.
The first drops fell and we had to pick up the pace to avoid getting wet before the shower. I opened the door and let him pass.
Just in time before the downpour.
Matthias laughed as we stood in the locker room.
That's right, but... Where do you live, anyway?
I was a bit taken aback by the question, but grinned.
“My apartment is right next to my office, so I just need to fall out of bed three times and I'm already sitting at my desk. Mom lives in the old house at the front, together with Grandma and Aunt Gudrun, my father's sister.”
“I would have fled from three ladies too!”
He hung his jacket on the hook and smiled. I shook my head.
“It wasn't an escape, more of a smooth transition.” When my parents built the garden center in 1990, they had the apartment built as a kind of retirement home, no steps, walk-in shower and all that. However, I only moved in before my A-levels; a child needs its space, after all. During my studies, it was my guest room and when my father died and I took over the business, I moved in completely. Why do you ask?
I thought we... he sat down and scanned the floor, we could... shower together.
I was stunned. Were my feelings mutual?
Do you want us to?
The angel nodded as he took off his boots.
Yes, especially now that I know that you also...
That I also what?
I unbuttoned my shirt and walked towards him. He rose, looked at me.
“That you like men too! Just like me!”
“How did you guess?”
What had given me away? Was it too many intimacies? The blond youth smiled mischievously at me.
“The way you've looked at me and touched me in the last few days. Besides, you gave yourself away when you talked about your ex earlier. You mentioned a man and not a woman, otherwise you would have said “lawyer”.
Oops?
Did I blush? Yes, I did!
Right. But? How did I look at you?
Like the guys from the train station?
He fumbled with his green dungarees, letting them slide onto his feet.
Station?
Our train station was only approached by three regional trains an hour. The slender angel climbed out of his trousers.
Not here, in Dortmund. What do you do as a teenager without money? My old man drank his money away and the pocket money from the state was a joke, not even enough for a pack of cigarettes a week!?
Matthias took off his shirt and threw it on the bench.
“To make money, you either go pick-pocketing or you go to the station and work for the old farts. Since I had eight shoplifting charges and I didn't want to go to jail, I just sold myself at the train station. I'm gay, so...”
I had to swallow.
“So you're into the...”
Even if I now lose my job, but I want to leave that shit behind me for good!
He took off the blue boxers he had around his hips and stood naked in front of me.
Yes, I worked the streets and sold my body for money! Now throw me out!
I took him in my arms, stroked his head, fumbled with his hair band, he was wearing his hair in a ponytail again today.
“I won't do that and don't worry, you won't lose your job!”
*-*-*
I explained to Matthias, who was sitting next to me at the desk, how he should keep his internship notebook when my mother came into the office on Saturday morning to get the cash drawers out of the safe.
“Mom, Matze is having lunch with us today. That's okay, isn't it? What's for lunch?”
My old lady put herself in the door and looked at us cheekily grinning.
“For you? You can get a pizza in town or bring something from the chip shop. Who knows how long it will take for you. Aunt Gudrun will certainly not feel like cooking for you.”
I looked at her irritated.
Uh, how am I supposed to understand that?
The way I said it!?
She giggled like a schoolgirl. Matthias looked at me in disbelief.
Uh, what should take how long?
Well, your move!
Mom came up to us.
The way you two look at each other? Lovers want to be together, don't they? Since Matthias, or should I say Matze, has to move out of his assisted living soon anyway, he might as well move in with you, my boy.
Mom? How did...?
I looked at her, stunned.
Ms. Tenhagen, I...
Our intern blushed redder than red.
Kids, I may be 59, but I'm not from yesterday! When I came home from bowling yesterday, I saw your bike in the yard. At first I thought Marius had driven you home because it had rained, but... She looked at him and then at me, and then I saw that your front door was wide open. Boy, you really should lock up when you? and Matze,? well? you know, you weren't exactly quiet! And since Matze is now wearing the T-shirt that Grandma brought you from Borkum, it's pretty obvious that he spent the night at your place.?
My angel looked at her in disbelief; I don't think I looked much better.
“Uh, Mrs. Tenhagen?
My name is Ursula, but I also go by Ulla, and please never call me Uschi, because then I get really angry.”
She smiled at our interns.
“And now hurry up, because the sooner you're back, the sooner we can eat. And, boy, call that guy from the job center and tell him that Matze is going to be living with us. But maybe we should wait with that. Maybe the office can pay for his driver's license. They do that, as an integration allowance, right? Wait! Why are you so quiet? Boy, haven't you told him yet that you love him?
No, Mama, I haven't said the three words yet, I wanted to do it later.
I grumbled.
But now you've done it for me! Thanks a lot!
Matze, you have to forgive my son! He's good at business matters, but when it comes to love, he's just like his father,
she smiled at us.
He never got around to it either! If I hadn't taken the initiative back then, who knows? But I'd better leave you lovebirds alone now. But hurry up with the move?”
When we were alone again, he looked at me intensely with his green eyes.
“So you really wanted to tell me that you... you... in... me?”
I raised my eyebrows, put my hand on his shoulder and turned his face towards me.
“Yes, I did! However, the situation should be a bit more romantic. I was thinking more of a candlelight dinner than here on the spur of the moment.”
“Well, for me, this is perfect!”
He pressed his lips to mine and his tongue craved admission into my mouth, which I gladly granted him. After what felt like an eternity, he took my head in his hands and looked deep into my eyes.
I love you too! And I don't need candles or romantic music to say that, I just need you! Now let's go, we don't want to keep Ulla waiting!?

Marcel & Tim

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

Martin

If neither of us has a partner by the time we're 50, we'll team up, because being alone is stupid!
I made this promise to a good friend of mine five years ago. We were celebrating his 45th birthday at the time, and we'd already had a few drinks. We'd always gotten along well, but somehow never found common ground.
Maybe because we were just friends and never developed more. Today, of all days, this promise caught up with me, because Martin's birthday party was coming up, his fiftieth!
My birthday was three weeks ago. I had avoided celebrating and spontaneously booked a short vacation. My friends didn't really mind, since I had warned them early.
*-*-*
But now I stood undecidedly in front of the mirror, tied the sixth tie around my neck and was not really happy with my appearance.
“Oh, sweetheart, you look like someone who has just lost their great love,” my best friend Maik croaked.
“Maik, I don't know. Maybe I should take a different tie or a different shirt,“ I tried to talk my way out of it.
“Maike!” came the immediate protest from my counterpart, who stood before me, his hands on his hips, “today I'm Maike!”
I could hardly suppress a sigh and stammered out: “I'm sorry, I forgot.”
But how could I have forgotten something like that, since Maik was standing in front of me dressed up like a woman and presenting an ample bust. I had known him for so long, but I couldn't and wouldn't get used to this behavior.
It was probably more the fact that I had to think permanently of Martin who knew as much as I was still single exactly how I?
Oh dear? Maik got me from my dreams,? how do you tie your tie then? Come here, I make that?
And already Maik's slim fingers had found her way to my neck to rightly pull the tie for me.
“There! Perfect!” Maik said, and even though I still looked at myself skeptically in the mirror, we had to go now for better or for worse.
My BMW was freshly washed in front of the door and as it should be, it started to rain, of course. Maik rummaged in his huge pocket for a mini umbrella and pulled me quickly to him by hooking himself on to me. Then he opened the umbrella and I was very surprised how big it was.
We went over to the car, where I naturally held the door open for Maik, so that he and his pompous outfit could get into the car dry. Then I got into the driver's side and saw to it that we got out of here. After all, we were already running late and the party would certainly be in full swing.
With a heavy heart, I steered my clean car through the increasingly wet streets, only to see it getting dirtier and dirtier. The next appointment at the car wash was thus assured, where I was already a regular customer anyway.
Maik, on the other hand, was annoyed by small stains on his skirt and talked non-stop. Despite the music playing quietly in the background, I only caught half of what he was saying because I still had to think about Martin.
I probably worried about nothing. He had probably already forgotten this promise or dismissed it as a joke. But why did I worry so much about it?
Was it just the fact that I had wanted a relationship again for a long time? Or maybe I was afraid of dying alone? I jerked to a halt in front of a red light, with screeching tires, and Maik was flung forward against the window with a firm jolt.
“Ouch,” he cried out, ”can't you be more careful?”
Oh, sorry,” I stammered, and rightly so.
Maik should have fastened his seat belt instead of making sure that his outfit didn't get wrinkled. Fortunately, nothing else happened, except maybe a small bump that now graced Maik's forehead.
I, on the other hand, let the words silently cross my lips again: “Fear of dying alone.”
After I had insisted and put the belt on a protesting Maik, we continued our journey. I knew the route across the city too well, having driven it many times before.
Even though Martin seemed to be one of many friends, I knew the way blindfolded. As always, finding a parking space proved difficult and although I drove along the side streets, we had to drive in circles three times before someone finally gave up his parking space.
At least it had stopped raining by now, so we were able to make our way to Martin's apartment without getting our feet wet. Loud music could be heard several meters away, inviting us to party.
Maybe that's why it took four rings of the doorbell for an acquaintance to open the door.
“Hey,” Philipp shouted at us and gave Maik a big hug.
“Hi,“ I replied and got an exuberant hug too.
“Martin is somewhere in the crowd,” I heard Philipp say before he was already too far away to be understood.
Maik was pulling me along behind him, right into the middle of the crowd. I would never have imagined that so many people could fit in Martin's apartment. There seemed to be countless acquaintances and friends, so that it was actually only possible to move forward in chunks. Every other person stopped for a longer conversation.
We didn't even know if we were going in the right direction. But after endless conversations and thousands of hugs and kisses, I finally saw Martin. He was standing on the balcony of his apartment, surrounded by a few people smoking a cigarette.
Only when we entered the balcony did I see that he had his arm around a young man. The young man looked a bit challenging and fearful at the same time at Martin. Martin was talking and the others listened attentively.
He did not interrupt his conversation, but noticed us and nodded in greeting.
In the end, I had a good 180 photos on my camera. The CSD was really cool. Everything was so colorful and shrill, and I was right in the middle of it, as always. I took a picture of a really pretty transsexual because I couldn't get her look out of my head. She, or he, had incredibly beautiful eyes and was simply beautiful to look at. I really enjoyed the multitude of impressions; otherwise, I hadn't planned anything. I wanted to test the cocktails at the Brazilian bar, have the rainbow-colored lanyard and kiss the dark-skinned one with the angel wings.
Everything had to laugh and for a brief moment Martin paused, took a sip of his drink and then continued speaking.
When the CSD came to an end, the Tierpark lured me towards the end, on the way to Bahnhof Zoo. You know, cruising area! It was still light, around eight o'clock, and I just wanted to look around a bit.
A murmur went through the crowd and Martin rolled his eyes, but then continued talking:
I didn't have to search, as is often the case at CSD, and I was immediately offered something to look at. After that, I sat down by the lake, enjoyed the wonderful air and looked at the pictures I had taken on the screen. But then I got company.
Martin's gaze lingered on the young man in his arms and a smile appeared on his lips. His counterpart let his tongue flick lasciviously over his lips and looked at everyone in the room.
“He sat down next to me and asked for a cigarette,” Martin continued, ‘before the obligatory sentence came from him, ’Are you looking for something?'
I gave him a cigarette and looked at his blue, sad eyes and his great body. I thought it was a shame that he was a pimp. That's why I answered:
“I'm not looking for anything.”
The reply came promptly: forty euros. He would have been worth the forty euros, but his sad eyes stabbed me in the heart, making it clear to me that he was only doing it out of necessity. Nevertheless, he seemed professional and irresistible.
“No, I have to go,” I answered roughly and was already on my way out. A tear rolled down his cheek, which froze me.
“Where do you live?“ he called, and I was very surprised.
“Do you have a place to sleep?” he added, which made me strangely confused.
“What's your name?“ I wanted to know from him.
“Tobias.”
“What do you expect?” I asked.
“You look honest and I, oh go??, he stuttered.
My mother? Theresa? complex and the sympathy factor had won. You can see for yourselves how hot Tobias looks and what great eyes he has. Tobias answered this with a growling sound, a subsequent “Oh yes?” and a kick against Martin's shoe.
A short scream came from Martin before he continued his conversation.
“Okay, come on,” I replied.
An hour and a half later we were at my place. We drank a lot of beer and ate delicious pizza. There was silence on the balcony as everyone waited for something to happen.
Martin had to grin.
“And YES, we had sex! 
“Old man?” Tobias said and laughed.
That was too much for me. I pulled myself away from Maik, who still had hold of my arm, and stormed off the balcony. I hadn't reckoned on something like that at all. My worst fears had come true.
Martin had a boyfriend? The bet was off? I would be alone forever. I pushed my way through the crowd to get outside. Bathed in sweat, I paused outside the door on the stairs and felt thick tears well up in my eyes.
They cooled my heated cheeks and made me sit down on the stairs, sobbing. I clutched the banister as if I had to keep it from blowing away, as a little wind had risen.
Completely absorbed in myself, I only noticed late that someone had taken a seat next to me. I tried in vain to wipe away the tears that were coming more and more with my hands.
“Slowly,” I heard a familiar voice, ”otherwise you'll have red eyes in a minute.”
Martin hugged me, handed me a handkerchief and then placed his free hand on my knee. I felt my heart beat up to my throat and listened again to Martin's irresistible voice.
Yes, we had sex. Why did we end up in bed and why was the sex so great? I found him young and attractive and he also wanted to have sex with the feeling of being loved. Since then, we have been great friends.
I kept repeating the last sentence in my mind and let it sink in slowly. Martin doesn't have a boyfriend! I felt how my counterpart increased the pressure of his hand on my shoulder and cautiously pulled me towards him.
His lips slowly came closer and so I gladly closed my eyes and let what was to happen happen.
Finally, we're getting together, because being alone is stupid!