The * young man *

 I am still a young man. I haven't met the right one yet. Or maybe it's because of my shyness. I've had a new crush for a while. The problem: she doesn't know anything about it. My shyness keeps me from speaking to her, let alone taking her for an ice cream. My dreams, on the other hand, are violent and eruptive. If I lie in my bed and think of her, of her exciting figure, then yes, then my hands do not stay idle and I have to vent my pent-up excitement.

I'm bored on a park bench and the sun shines on my tanned face. With my eyes closed, I only blink now and then along the path to see if a face I know is lost in this remote part of the park at this hour. But the way remains empty. Ultimately, I went here consciously. I want to be alone. I curse my shyness. How many more opportunities do I need to speak to Anja?

I indulge in my daydreams. Lately, Anja, a fellow student of mine, has been haunting my daydreams a lot. Not only that it occupies me in my dreams at night, no now also during the day. I am not defending myself against it, on the contrary. If not real, then at least in my imagination. These thoughts are no longer suitable for minors. Just the thought of her makes my heart beat faster. I close my eyes again. Suddenly the brightness darkens noticeably behind my lids. I open my eyes in irritation and at first I am blinded. When I got used to the new lighting conditions, I recognized Anja. That is impossible! Just thought about her and now she stands in front of me. She is my secret love. Since we went to university together, we kept giving each other shy looks, but no one could withstand the other's gaze. The uncertainty and reluctance to talk to each other, to meet up for an ice cream or to do something together was too great. Embarrassed, we both look at the ground and shuffle uncertainly with our toes in the earth. ´

As you stand in front of me I wipe my eyes, because I think I have fallen victim to a mirage of my burgeoning imagination. When you speak to me, I flinch. I do not fantasize. You really stand before me. Embarrassed, I hold out my hand and offer you a seat next to me.
"You Mario", you whisper embarrassed after you sat down ... "I've wanted to talk to you for a long time, but I didn't dare to speak to you. I was at your house and your mother told me where you are." You take a deep breath and briefly lower your gaze like a shy deer. I can only too well empathize with what overcoming it must have cost you at this moment. My heart is beating
I sit up straight, my body involuntarily tenses. I look at you with shining eyes. You cast your eyes down in embarrassment. I look at your tanned face, your full, deep red shimmering lips, your pierced nostrils and the beautifully curved, deep black eyelashes that contrast sharply with your ash-blonde hair. For the first time I look at you up close. It takes my breath away. You're even more exciting than I imagined in my wildest dreams. You seem to be trembling slightly with excitement. When I notice this, I gently take your hand and give it a light squeeze. I don't know myself anymore. Where does this courage come from! It's a small, unconscious gesture. You respond gently with counter pressure. You want to say something but I bring my index finger to your lips and mean nothing to you. The first touch! Your lips are so soft and warm. You open your eyes and I look into two dark brown, gently shimmering, longingly looking eyes. This time you hold my gaze, no, our first look together. Our eyes sink into one another. A previously unknown magic surrounds me. My blood rushes, my stomach tingles. Sweat forms on my hands. My heart beats faster. Do you feel that now too? Do you notice that on me? We sit next to each other in silence. How spellbound we hold each other by the hand. I feel a slight tremor and pressure of the individual fingers. Your nostrils are shaking a little. What are you beautiful Why did we wait so long to speak to each other. I am so happy, that you took the first step. I wouldn't have dared to do it. Our eyes become bolder and are no longer so shy. We smile at each other and without saying a word we both get up and walk hand in hand along the path. We continue aimlessly along the forest path, deeper into the forest. Breathing loudly, we suddenly reach a small lake. We look at each other wounded. Although we live near here, we were unaware of the existence of the lake. Hand in hand we walk to the edge of the lake and sit down next to each other. For the first time we nestle against each other. Your warm body feels so good. Should i dare I give myself a jerk and suddenly ask: "Do we want to go swimming?" "Why not! But I don't have any bathing suits with me!" "Never mind! I always go swimming naked anyway. I'm an ardent supporter of nudism .. and if you don't mind ... ", I lie cheekily and look at you questioningly and uncertainly." Wasn't that too brash? ", It shoots through my head. You take it from me growing insecurity, nods and begins to pull the light summer dress over his head.
I watch you with a dry mouth and admire your graceful, cat-like movements. First I see your slim long legs, a pair of tight panties. I swallow dry. It sounds so loud to me that you have to hear it. Hmm, what a cute navel wow, you have a navel piercing. It feels like in slow motion how you are showing your exciting body inch by inch. I stealthily pinch myself. Is this real? My eyes get bigger as you pull your dress over your head and your breasts, which are well wrapped up, teeter. My breath goes faster. This unwanted strip insert excites me. I also hurry up and imitate you. Nervously, I lower my shorts and pull my shirt over my head. When you stand in front of me in bra and panties, I really notice for the first time how excitingly beautiful you are. So far I have only been able to look at you clothed from a distance. Your bosom is well formed and plump. You ask me with a tremor in my voice to open the lock at the back. With trembling hands, it's the first time for me, I'll comply with your request. I open the eyelets a little awkwardly and slide the straps off your shoulder. In a touch of curiosity, excitement and a seemingly unbelievable feeling of happiness, I hug you and nervously look for your firm breasts with my hands, which are still half covered by the bra. I take off my bra completely and gently, almost reverently, reach for your firm mounds of joy. I put my hands up there, trembling slightly. What an exciting feeling. These tight solid mounds. That warm skin. Your erect nipples press against my palms. I am getting dizzy. Comfortable shivers run through my body. I lay my head on your shoulder. My lips press a quick kiss on your neck. I am enjoying this moment. How many times have I imagined this moment in my daydreams. It's finally a reality. I feel, I smell and I feel you. The uncertainty still hovers in me. Do you think so too? Do you feel that way too? So whether you have read my thoughts and to dispel my uncertainty, you lean against me, press against me. You run your hands through my hair and whisper very gently: “Oh Mario, how long have I wanted this. I've dreamed about it over and over again! “You turn around and our lips meet for the first long-awaited kiss. What do those hot lips taste sweetly. Everything in me is cheering. Our bodies, nestling against one another, vibrate as if in a delusional state. My kisses are getting more and more impetuous and wander down to your breasts. For the first time I feel hard nipples on my lips. They taste so delicious. As if a primal instinct made it happen! I suck on it. Groaning, you push yourself towards me. I stop abruptly and say: Groaning, you push yourself towards me. I stop abruptly and say: Groaning, you push yourself towards me. I stop abruptly and say:
"We wanted to go swimming!" "Yeah sure", you laugh and take off your panties. The dark triangle, which has not been tanned by the sun, stood out sharply and magically attracts me. I am absolutely blown away by your sight of innocent nakedness and it excited me even more than I already am. Now I also lower my panties. I am a little embarrassed because my best piece has become independent and stands out from me at right angles. I first looked down at my hard member and then shyly at you. I shrug my shoulders. Almost as agreed, definitely relieving me, we both start laughing and hug each other. We take each other by the hands and run into the water, cheering. The cool water makes us come to our sensesbe ******** us with water, touch us, kiss us.
Then later, a little out of breath, we lie like God created us in the soft grass. I put one elbow in the grass and rest my head in the palm of my hand. I just can't take my eyes off you anymore. I soak up every zenith of your skin covered with water pearls. You lie calmly and completely relaxed in the grass. I grab a blade of grass and playfully draw figures on your exciting body. First around the navel, then around the breasts and nipples. You turn to me with a chuckle and say with flashing eyes: "Stop that, that tickles." "It should be!", I answer, now more courageous.
Suddenly you stand up and say: "Now I want to play a little with you. Lie on your back!"
I obey your mock command and immediately afterwards I feel your hand on my chest, which was already quite hairy for a man who had just turned eighteen. You play with your chest hair and twist little curls into it. Then you tease my nipples and are amazed that these too become very firm and stand up steeply. With the treatment you elicit a groan from me, which makes you more researcher. With sparkling eyes you register that something deeper and something else is rising steeply.
Unashamed and curious, you look directly at it and say: "Now is enough. It should stop growing!" "I can't influence that!" I reply with a proud chest and a smile that would have blown anyone.
"Does every beeper fit into a woman's vagina?" You ask thoughtfully, looking at my bulging member. "I don't know! Do we want to try it out?" I counter. "Have you ever been?" You ask further. "If I'm honest, no, and you?" "Me neither! It was never the right one." "Then none of us need be afraid of doing something wrong," I say, laughing and at the same time hiding my insecurity to you and my snow-white teeth flashing at you. We're both very excited. I take you gently by the shoulders and lift you with your moist and shiny love shell directly over my erect member, which is slightly pulsating. You let your body sink very carefully, so that our love zones inevitably meet. Inch by inch, my hot plump glans makes its way into your wet love shell. You stop in motion, get up a little and then with a renewed attempt to completely absorb my love stick. You moan softly and support yourself with your hands on my chest. After the initial rhythm disturbances, we succeed in achieving harmony in the movement. Our movements are getting faster and faster. We moan and gasp uncontrollably until several thrusts of my hot juice pour into you in a common outcry. You moan softly and support yourself with your hands on my chest. After the initial rhythm disturbances, we succeed in achieving harmony in the movement. Our movements are getting faster and faster. We moan and gasp uncontrollably until several thrusts of my hot juice pour into you in a common outcry. You moan softly and support yourself with your hands on my chest. After the initial rhythm disturbances, we succeed in achieving harmony in the movement. Our movements are getting faster and faster. We moan and gasp uncontrollably until several thrusts of my hot juice pour into you in a common outcry.
You lie with your upper body on mine and don't move, only your hands play in my hair. My love stick is still in your pleasure grotto and I find the warm and soft embrace beautiful, new and exciting. After a while we both break apart and silently get dressed again. Closely embraced, we head home.
"How was it for you?" I ask you.
"Don't know, somehow imagined it to be different. Besides, it hurt a little!" "As with me. But it was also the first time. We will learn not to hurt the other!", I answer.