It was a hot summer day in August. Wednesday afternoon, shortly after lunch ... I was just getting ready for a short drive to Flensburg, 30 kilometers away. I had to submit a few papers to the health insurance company and wanted to use the nice weather to get out at least once. Since an accident at work a few months ago, I have had a hard time struggling with fractures in both legs. In addition to the multiple-stage fracture on my left shin, my right ankle was somewhat defective. But I didn't have any more pain there. Only the left leg forced me to limp a bit.
In front of the mirror in the bathroom of my 1.5-room apartment, I apply my short brown hair and put my earring, a small metal hoop, into my left ear. Then I quickly shot half a can of Ax Musk under my purple muscle shirt and pulled my light-checked shirt over it, rolling up my sleeves at once. I never really went out of the house with long sleeves. I wore black sneakers on my feet. I left off the socks. It was just too hot for that. I wore 3/4 slacks in white on my legs. A few weeks earlier, I wouldn't have exposed my moderately hairy legs. They were marked with scars and the hair had to grow back first.
My hair had been removed there for several operations. But now the scars were only slightly visible and the hair was even again.
One last grip on my shelf and the leather strap with a mottled glass cross in black and brown and a brown glass pearl necklace hung around my neck. I covered my hands with a fragrant repair hand cream. I hated rough hands, especially on myself. I had made the chains myself weeks ago as part of the rehabilitation measure and always wore them. Just my six metal rings on my fingers and I was ready to go. Those were things I never did before. I lived heterosexually for over twenty years and had hidden the real me behind the facade of a good family man. My marriage broke down a year earlier. Since then I lived alone and concentrated on friends and of course the job as a mail courier. The subcontractor I worked for was eagerly awaiting my return. But I was still on sick leave and would be back to work with the Hamburg integration model within the next four weeks. So I still had time; the rest of my free time was spent chatting, watching videos, playing music and playing online. My MP3 collection was already bursting at the seams and I was already familiar with the latest films. Lately I've been collecting homosexual films as well as hardcore movies from the division. These were good enough for evening masturbation. Lately I've been collecting homosexual films as well as hardcore movies from the division. These were good enough for evening masturbation. Lately I've been collecting homosexual films as well as hardcore movies from the division. These were good enough for evening masturbation.
Of course, I had homosexual experiences before my marriage, but my facade broke a lot inside me. After the breakup, I tried to get back what was lost: myself!
That worked quite well, but it also meant that I had more shoes than my ex-wife and also wore more rings. I've been wearing an earring for many years. Okay, of course I covered the tank top with the shirt because I had a small stomach. It was actually just profound obesity that every woman struggled with every day. In any case, my self-confidence was restored and I felt as comfortable as I was, of course with all the bells and whistles on my body. The door closed quickly and then swung into the car ... So we could start. From the North Frisian province we went straight through the village in the direction of B199. At the last bus stop in front of the town sign, I saw someone standing at the bus stop when I was about to light a cigarette. My blue twingo glowed inside so I had the driver's door window completely open when I left. At the intersection I turned around and drove back to the bus stop. We were on vacation and the young man, who was waiting in vain for the bus, could have waited until autumn. There was no bus going during that time. I was in a good mood and that was probably why I looped to stop at the boy with the window open.
"You?" I asked kindly. "We have holidays! You're not waiting for the bus, are you? "Then the boy clapped his forehead with the palm of his hand and cursed:" Shit! Oh man, we're on vacation! "I looked at him pityingly and said:" Exactly! Where did you want to go? ”He thought for a moment and looked at me. What a dream of a guy, but way too young. He was twenty years old at most ... but cute. His dark blonde hair was in a skilful Justin beaver hairstyle and I tried to make out the color of his eyes. But in vain, the sun was blinding.
His outfit was a real hit. His upper body was covered by a black sleeveless mesh shirt and further down the slim body was in tight cycling shorts, which went up to just above the knees. Without socks, his slender legs were tucked into white new sneakers. “I actually wanted to go to Flensburg!” He said, pouting his full lips. Around his left wrist he wore two friendship bracelets and a plastic ring, probably from the last POE. "Then get in!" I said without thinking. “I'm going to Flensburg anyway!” The young man looked at me in surprise and suddenly grinned. "Really?" He asked as if he didn't believe I was offering that to him. I mean we lived in a village. Why shouldn't I do this? He was happy and dashed to the passenger side, opened the door and got in. "Thank you, that's really nice of you!" He said and closed the door.
"Marcel!" I introduced myself and shook his hand. "Um ... yes! My name is Bjarne! ”He said and grabbed the hand I held out. His fingers were very warm, but surprisingly soft. It was unusual for such a young guy to want to drive to Flensburg in an elevator like this without any attachment. You could really see everything about him. His limb was also clearly visible on the black cycling shorts. It seemed to have quite a bit of equipment. In any case, he wasn't on his way to shopping or an interview. We were meanwhile on the B199 and were approaching Handewitt. Bjarne had also opened the right window completely and was hoping to get at least a few drafts.
"Where should I drop you off?" I asked and lit another cigarette. "Thanks, I don't smoke!", He refused the cigarette I offered and thought for a moment. "Yes ... um ... aquatic life?" He asked carefully. "No problem!" I replied and continued. "You want to go to the beach?" His insecure "Well .. Yeah" gave me pause. "Are you coming back too?" I asked again. Nodding, he blocked my questions and remarked pretty quickly: “You ask a lot of questions!” I was just trying to break the ice and make the journey a little easier. Actually, I couldn't have cared what he was doing in Flensburg or how he wanted to come back. I had driven onto the B200 and took the penultimate exit before the Danish border.
Shortly before Danfoss it turned left to Wassersleben, the health resort directly on the fjord. Through the old forest area we went down the mountain to the beach promenade and the parking lot. "Date?", I asked again and then joked: "Must be a really interesting girl when you get upset!" Bjarne grimaced and I turned right into the parking lot right on the beach. "Funny!" He moaned and got out.
He was still talking as he moved away from the car, so I followed him and locked the car. "I didn't understand a word!" I called after him and suddenly he stopped. I hobbled and tried to go after him, but I wasn't particularly fast. He turned around and said, "Then you don't have to make such derogatory remarks ... Um ... Are you all right? Have you represented yourself? ”I trudged with difficulty through the soft sand and had reached it. He looked me straight in the eye and I asked, “What did you say?” He smiled and said, “It's a long story! What about your leg? ”I had to grin. "That's a long story too!" I said and slowly trudged along beside him. "Well!" He began to respond to my conversation. "I have time! We can walk a few meters if you want! I mean, if you can ... ”I nodded and actually managed to walk the whole beach with him. On the side of the dune we sat down in the sand and took off our shoes. Then he started to tell:
“It was last year that I met a Swede here who was on vacation. To make it really short, I'm gay and I had a sex-only date with the man! No matter what you think now, but I've been coming back here and hope to have a nice one someday ... "I interrupted him:" It's okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. So I had a serious accident at work and I am still struggling with pain in my left leg! That's why I'm limping a little longer. But wherever you say 'water life', I had an experience here many years ago ... ”Bjarne got up and looked at the water. "Are we going to put our feet in the water?" He asked, giving me his hand. "I'm holding you too, old man!" He joked, pulling me up. I sighed, “Yes, yes, old man! I'm just in my late thirties! “We strolled hand in hand into the water. "I'm nineteen years old!" Said Bjarne and took a deep breath. I actually expected his hand to let go of me when we stood up to our knees in the Baltic Sea and stopped. But his fingers came off and crossed into mine, so that we continued to stand hand in hand in the water.
"Women ..." it came out of him like a waterfall. "You know? I can't do anything with women. I never thought about getting any closer to a girl. I don't know why and maybe I'll just take it easy on myself, but I think boys are okay and I like the sex.
Why should I mess with a gender I don't know in order to look for a relationship that is complicated for me and likely to end in chaos. What about you? Do you have a girlfriend? ”I hesitated for a moment and looked up at him. He turned around and walked back to the sand with me, where we sat down again. I had my sunglasses on because the sun was really beating like crazy. I lay back and sighed: "Yes ... No ... In short, married, two children, divorced, currently single ... the usual ..." Then he laughed and leaned his arm on my upper body and pulled me take off your sunglasses. He looked me in the eye and asked in surprise: “The usual? Tell me about your experience. You said you had an experience here! "I turned bright red and said: “It was up there in the forest!” Bjarne pricked up his ears and suggested we go up there. "I'm not curious, but ..."
"It's okay!" I agreed. I probably just wanted to escape his eyes, so I gave in. His eyes were really tough. At first I thought it was a plain gray, but when he leaned on my upper body and looked into my eyes, I recognized a gray and a green. He had horny eyes. It was one of those people who look straight into your soul through your eyes. This closeness and this immediate familiarity were also nice for me at first, but frightening in retrospect. How could a complete stranger be so close to me?
We arrived at the car and drove up the mountain again to turn into the forest. We landed at the very front of the cliff by a tree. We walked the last few meters. Bjarne offered me his hand a second time to guide me. He was really nice and accommodating. "And what happened here?" He wanted to know and looked out to sea. I told him that many years ago I had a date with a man there and that my heart was palpitations. Even though it was only a short effective satisfaction date, it was still buzzing around in my head. Bjarne listened attentively and really wanted to know every detail. Blowing and waxing ...
I had to explain everything to him. When I finished talking, I leaned my back against the infamous tree, indulging in my thoughts. My hand still firmly in his fingers, it was almost like holding hands with lovers, he turned to me, came very close and looked into my eyes again. Oh god, I wanted to go. My heart was pounding and I was getting nervous. "Are you doing me another favor?" He asked with a devilish doggy look. I nodded. "Are you taking me home again?" I was confused, but nodded. We returned to the car and drove off. It was so hot that not only Bjarne but also Bjarne sweat ran off my forehead. While driving, I reached behind the passenger seat and pulled one of my two iso drinks out of the freezer bag.
I offered it to him, but when he opened it, a torrent ran over his much too tight cycling shorts. Without being asked, I wiped his thigh with a handkerchief and accidentally brushed Bjarne's clearly highlighted erection. He already had it when he got in at the bus stop. He smiled wordlessly at the action and took the handkerchief from my hand. We were already in the last village before our home and Bjarne asked: “What did you want in Flensburg?” I shook my head and said only briefly: “Health insurance!” He had to laugh. Almost four hours had passed and I noticed almost casually: “I'll send that by post!” When he arrived at the bus stop, he looked at me again, took my hand and said: “Thank you for the nice afternoon! And sorry because of your health insurance! ”I waved it off and said:“ It's okay! If you want to go to Flensburg again ... "
He nodded and said goodbye. Strange, something was missing. I didn't have an address or a phone number. It was actually the perfect situation for a kiss goodbye, but he didn't even turn around. Another case for “Dr. Summer ”or for“ Please contact me! ”?
I was really disappointed that I was interested in such a cute guy and that I had no way of contacting him. Well, at least he lived in the same place. Whether that was an advantage or not remained to be seen. I was wondering, but what for? Nothing had happened at all. Still, I couldn't get Bjarne out of my head. When I went outside to lock my car that evening after the news, I saw that the passenger window was still ajar. I opened the door and found a small note on the passenger seat. I unfolded the piece of paper and read it:
Hello,
thank you for the nice afternoon. If you ever go to Flensburg again, you can give me a call. Maybe I'll come with you.
Tel 553355
Greetings Bjarne
A big grin crossed my face. I locked the car and went back to my apartment. My first reach was for the cordless phone. But stop! I couldn't just call like that. I didn't even know when I wanted to go back to Flensburg. Wait a minute, but I knew it: ... preferably immediately! But I held back. One very thoughtful evening and one restless night later, then I couldn't take it anymore. My whole bed was rumpled and soaking wet. I had slept naked, but still sweated so much.
I couldn't remember dreams. But I thought of Bjarne. He made a lasting impression on me. I was still in bed. My left leg hurt a little and I tried to stretch. A complete stiffening of my erectile tissue was clearly steep upwards. One thing that really annoyed me at times. Ordinarily, I would have resolved the problem within five minutes. Not that day. I didn't feel like jerking off. Instead, I took a look at the watch and picked up my phone. The number was next to my bed and I dared. Ten o'clock wasn't too early. Slightly tense, I waited for the conversation to be picked up and then heard the voice of an older man: "Peddersen!"
"Good afternoon!" I said, a little confused. I would have liked to speak to Bjarne when he is there. ”Then I heard a harsh:“ Töf mool! Bjarne. Dor is ´n Mann för di am Ackerschnacker! ”Funny that so many people in our village chatted in Low German. Then I heard the hoarse voice again: "Yeah, he cares!" It was something of a farm. I heard a few steps and then Bjarne's voice, which sounded just as rough and cold at the moment. "Yeah, it's Bjarne!" I hesitated, but then spoke. "Yes hello! Here is Marcel! I had thought that if I might tell you that I'll be going back to Flensburg tomorrow ... ”Silence at the other end. Then a hesitant "Um .. yes!" His voice became friendly and gentle.
“Oh Marcel! Yes, gladly ... I didn't expect it ... "
"That I should call?" I asked carefully. "No ... Yes ... I mean, of course I would like to go with you, if you don't mind!" I beamed with joy and made an appointment with him for the next day at lunchtime. I went on a date with a guy who was way too young for me. But at least I had a date. I had laid out my clothes the night before and took a shower the next morning. I had a lot of time and so I shaved my hair short again and went to the intimate shave, which I didn't really care about in the hospital. But it bothered me that day and so all the hair around my shaft came away completely and I was finally smooth again under the testicles. Time was running out and before I knew it it was noon. I put two of my homemade necklaces around my neck and a creole in my ear. Then there was a knock on my door. I hope you don't smell too noticeable, I thought briefly. Because I had a small perfume bottle in the mailbox. I only just noticed that it was a women's fragrance. But it smelled kind of cool. I opened the door and looked into Bjarne's pretty eyes. He bravely put his arms around my hips and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Hi, there I am. Do you already know where we want to go? ”He chattered happily. I was still thinking about the smack on my cheek. I only just realized. But it smelled kind of cool. I opened the door and looked into Bjarne's pretty eyes. He bravely put his arms around my hips and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Hi, there I am. Do you already know where we want to go? ”He chattered happily. I was still thinking about the smack on my cheek. I only just realized. But it smelled kind of cool. I opened the door and looked into Bjarne's pretty eyes. He bravely put his arms around my hips and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Hi, there I am. Do you already know where we want to go? ”He chattered happily. I was still thinking about the smack on my cheek.
"Um yes ... to Flensburg!", I said and could have beaten myself for this nonsensical remark! "But I took my car keys and locked my door. Then we got into the car. It was only then that I noticed what awesome clothes he was wearing again. Black knee-length trousers in high gloss with airbrush patterns on the side. Almost looked like short sweatpants. He also wore black sneakers and a matching red muscle shirt, which perfectly matched the pattern color of his pants. His hair was gelled back this time and he wore a chain on the left instead of the bracelets.
He smelled of a very hot Ax scent. I lit a cigarette to calm myself and drove off. I felt his eyes on my body. After I was out of town, I looked at him and looked into his eyes again. "Is anything?" I asked because he smiled at me. Then his warm hand brushed my right knee. "No!" He said. "I'm just looking at you!" But then I knew what he noticed about me. I was wearing cut-off jeans and underneath that were skin-tight black panty-shaped underpants. He probably saw my erection. I had an animal latte. He must have seen it. Surely it was just making a nice big bump in my zipper. I looked down briefly and then back to Bjarne. "Really it's all right!" He grinned. Then he started babbling.
“What do we want to do now? Do you want to go somewhere or are we going to see something? I don't know what you're up to! ”That was three things at once. That really didn't work and I left the decision with him. "Okay, where are you going?" I asked him and he didn't know the answer to that. For my part, I only went to Flensburg because I wanted to see him. That's why I didn't have a specific destination. And that was how it seemed to him. We both had to laugh. "You don't even know where we're going?" He asked with a laugh. I shook my head. I probably had to come up with something and remembered a beach on the Flensburg Fjord, which I had last been to as a small child. I drove the car to Kappeln on the B199 and turned on the radio.
This time we got talking faster and so I learned a lot from him. His favorite band was Rosenstolz and his favorite color was black and the second was white. He drank cocoa and latte macchiato. He thought rice was great and cursed potatoes. Then he remembered our phone call and became embarrassed. "Don't tell anyone that I'm chatting flat, I'll only do that at home!" I nodded, but I thought that was really cute. As if we'd known each other forever, we sat next to each other. Suddenly he took the fifth cigarette out of my mouth, puffed on it, and put it back between my lips.
"I know, don't ... and that tastes good?" I had to grin. He put his hand on my thigh and asked cheerfully: "Well, is there still a long way to go?" I shook my head. We were behind Gelting. I still recognized the junction towards Kronsgaard and after a few kilometers I crossed the old farm onto the two tractor lanes towards the beach. They had rebuilt the old holiday village, but Golsmaas beach was still the old one. Only the parking lot was smaller and the resort a little further. I parked the car in the old paddock that served as a parking lot. At the food truck I paid the two euro parking fee for the whole day and nodded to Bjarne. "Come on, let's go to the beach!" Bjarne laughed and shook his head. "Well, sir? Does he want my hand again? "
I grabbed the hand I held out and hooked my fingers into his. Then we walked hand in hand to the beach. Again and again he looked at my limping leg. But I persevered and kept his pace. In the sand we took off our shoes and went to the water. “If I had known, I would have taken swimming trunks with me!” I didn't have any swimming trunks with me either, but when we were sitting in the sand again, I took off my cut off jeans and my T-shirt. Bjarne did the same and sat next to me in tight white panties. Then he nodded. "Well then? We don't have any towels, but we will probably survive that! "
He got up and I could see my companion up close. It's a shame that the underpants covered his tight ass, but the pants looked really cool on him. He gave me his hand and pulled me up. Then we strolled to the water. It must have looked like a couple in love. However, I didn't think of that kind of thing at the time.
The beach was relatively empty. The couple of older couples looked after us but said nothing. The clique of scantily clad girls whispered, but I couldn't understand anything for sure. We were already up to our knees in the shallow water and Bjarne turned back to me. Clutching his fingers tightly into mine, he said: "Well, is that possible?" I smiled and nodded. The water was a whopping 22 degrees and was pleasant. We kept walking, and when we were up to our chests in the water, Bjarne asked if we would like to swim a few meters. I hadn't swum in a while, but I agreed. The first few meters were a bit difficult, but Bjarne didn't want to overwhelm me either and headed for the end of the stone mole to the right of us. The water slapped against the stones in front and the closer we got the more the water splashes on our faces. But you could stand in front of the pier. A little exhausted, I stood against the stones in front and suddenly Bjarne appeared right in front of my legs. He got up from his crouch and stood right in front of me so that I almost fell backwards.
His arms wrapped around my body in no time and held me tight. His slim, wet body pressed gently against mine. In the meantime we only stood up to our step in the water and I saw between us. His erectile tissue had probably agitated and lay straight up to his waistband. Through the gentle pressure on my body, I felt the full hardness of his erection on my lower abdomen. With a mischievous smile, he still held me and said, “Be careful! Don't fall! ”His stiffness could now be felt more than clearly. Slowly he let his hands fall down over my hips and there was some air between us again. When I looked at his pants, I had to grin. "What is it?" He asked. I nodded down. Then he looked between us and cursed. "Oh shit! I am embarrassed now! “He thought I meant his bulge in his pants. But I actually meant the fact that you could see his pipe more than clearly through the pants. "You don't need to be embarrassed, but that the pants become so transparent ..." I said.
"I see! I thought you mean ... “, he replied a little reassured. That was a pretty long, hard thing that was emerging with him. We decided to go back to the beach. The warm wind caressed my wet skin and when we walked hand in hand through the shallow water, it kept glancing at me. "But you also had a hard-on ..." he tried to justify himself. Fortunately, we had taken the blanket from the car with us.
We promptly spread this out and lay down on it. I lay on my back and closed my eyes. The sun blinded me. Bjarne lay on his stomach, of course, so that one wouldn't see his stick. But in between I stared at his cracking ass, I couldn't help it. Now that you could really see everything well ...
After a while Bjarne started asking me a little bit of questions. He had already said a lot about himself. Now it was my turn. At first they were harmless questions about my favorite things, but he quickly put in a few intimate questions. Each time I opened my eyes briefly and shook my head. "What you don't want to know ..." But I answered everything he wanted to know, until we got to the topic of men. That was exactly what interested him. I rolled my eyes again, then tilted my head to the other side. "No!" He complained about my demeanor and continued. "I'm serious! I really care! ”With one leap, half his torso was on mine and he turned my head back to him with his fingers so that I had to look him straight in the eye. His lips parted just inches from mine. “Have you ever really loved a man? And excuses don't count! ”I could feel his breath on my lips. His eyes shone. I looked for excuses and got completely nervous. His deep gaze made my heart pound. My hands were sweaty and I actually wanted to push it away from me.
My hands were on his loins and I couldn't move. "Ha, now I have you with the question!" He laughed and pulled his face a few inches away from me. My pump went on double revs. "You know?" I started and let my hands fall next to my body again. "That is a long story. I'll tell you about it in peace! "I fed him off. He apparently agreed with that. Time passed us by and there was a little wind. Our underpants were already dry and we got dressed. Then it went to the car. We drove home. The car was glowing, but we had some cool drinks with us. That way we could at least cool off from the inside. Still, it didn't get colder. On the one hand, our bodies were heated by the sun, but the mood between us had also heated up quite a bit. It wasn't normal for a male to come so close to me.
We chatted a little more, but no longer about men. The drive home was pretty quick. At my door we said goodbye as he greeted me. With a light kiss on the cheek, he turned and suddenly stopped. He looked around again and ran his fingers through his hair, somewhat embarrassed. "Um ... thanks for the nice day. Maybe we can do that again? ”I nodded and was a little embarrassed myself. "Sure!" I said. Bjarne couldn't break free to go. He stood in a half-turn, rooted to the spot.
"If you want, we can ..." I tried to suck something out of my fingers. "Yes?" He was suddenly happy. I hesitated and thought. Then it occurred to me that it was Friday already. “We could meet tomorrow. Maybe we'll do a DVD evening if you feel like it? ”A big grin lay on his face ...
Well, Bjarne had gone home and I still had a heart rate of 280. It was time to slow down, but that was tough. I thought about what films I could offer him. I also wanted to save myself the trip to the video store. Some of my countless CDs and DVDs fell into my hands, but what was his taste? I guess I couldn't hold porn in front of his nose. I didn't even think gay porn was appropriate. But I remembered having had a couple of all-male films once. I didn't like Brokeback Mountain in terms of the choice of protagonists and Too Wong Foo was somehow too strange for me. I put Belphegor and Latter Days out and hoped he'd go for the second. Yes, I once had a sentimental phase when I got ham like "Tailwind" and "A Toute Vitresse" pulled in. However, I was pleasantly surprised by “Latter Days”. A film with emotion, humor and a turbulent story. With that thought I went to bed and of course I messed up all the bedclothes again during the night, which led me to re-cover my bed the next day.
I went shopping afterwards and got something to snack on, a bottle of wine and of course latte macchiato ...
The day passed and I thought about the evening all the time, until I noticed that I didn't even know when we were going to meet. Too bad, because I didn't want to call. The problem solved all by itself when Bjarne suddenly appeared at my door at 6 p.m. Funny that I would have killed the time surfing the Internet. I could have made latte macchiato. The table could have been set with snacks and wine glasses and besides that I would have ...
Shit what was I excited and shocked at the same time. How could a guy twenty years my junior so upset me? I opened the door and, as expected, got a kiss on the cheek. His hands slid along my hips, like the last few times, and with a slight turn he stood next to me in the door, whereby of course I immediately cleared the way and let him in. "What I always wanted to ask you ..." he masked his own excitement. "Where did you get the great necklace from?" I looked at my neckline and grinned. I wondered if I should just give it to him, but not yet! Now it was there, my young friend with the pretty eyes. We sat down and I was so restless that I kept getting up. I got the glasses and put a bowl of nibbles on the table.
I gave him the two films to choose from. I was totally blown away by the hustle and bustle. "Marcel?" Came the sound from the sofa. I turned to him questioningly. Then he laughed. "All is well. Come to rest! What is Latter Days? ”He held the DVD in front of my nose. After I explained to him what the film was about, he agreed and said: "Are we going to watch the other one to break the habit?"
When the opening credits ran, I finally came to rest and sat down with him on the sofa. "Don't you notice anything?" Asked curiously. I looked him up and down. He could only mean his clothes. A pair of jeans cut off below the knees and a shirt, what was unusual about that. Wait a minute, he was wearing a shirt that was half open at the top and the sleeves rolled up, but it was a shirt. I found the dark red color alone cool. I also liked that the jeans were black. Ankle socks and black sneakers, a somewhat original outfit. That I wore shirts with the same casualness was secondary. Only this time I was wearing long beige jeans. He was probably surprised that I was wearing sneakers in the apartment. But I hated slippers and slippers. My light brown sneakers, on the other hand, were curled up. Bjarne had a small backpack and pulled out a bottle of vodka and a bottle of energy drink. "Nothing against wine, but I would like to have a mixture with you!" He grinned. "Besides, the bottles are freezing cold!" He was right, because it was warm outside after all.
I took off my chain and leaned over to put it around his neck. He looked at me beaming with joy. "Yes ...!" I suppressed what he was about to say. “I think that's still missing from your outfit!” Now he had something personal of mine hanging around his neck, a black chain made of glass beads and a silver angel pendant. He thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and leaned back. He held up the poured mixture and said: "To us!" Then the film began and we looked at the television. Bjarne was visibly nervous and quickly refilled the glasses. After the third glass I said: “Not that we’ll get drunk afterwards!” Bjarne laughed and clinked glasses again. “No, that really doesn't work! We haven't even drank Brotherhood! “I smiled at the remark with the hope that he wasn't serious. But at the fourth glass he made his comment. Of course we were already tipsy ...
The movie was almost over too, so he raised his glass and crossed it through my arms. We sipped and then the expected kiss should come. I didn't mind a kiss on the cheek, but he came closer and put his lips on mine. Crap, like a surge of electricity, the effects made their way through my organism. The taste buds were paralyzed. The brain went crazy and I was irritated, happy, fearful and shocked at the same time. Maybe I just had a little crush ...
That was our last mix and I poured another glass of wine. It was late and I drew the curtains. Then I lit another cigarette while watching the end credits of the film. "Great movie!" He said, just to say anything. I nodded and actually I had already reached the weight of a bed. "What kind of film was the other one?" He asked curiously. “Belphegor? A thriller or horror film. But it also lasts for almost two hours! Is something to go to bed! ", I said. "What? You have a player on your bed? ”He asked surprised. Of course I had a player, an old one, but it was also connected to the old television. And of course this one stood by the bed. "As I said ..." he remarked again. “I can stay until tomorrow morning too! “That made me a little curious and asked:“ And your parents? ”He looked at me in surprise. “Marcel, I am of legal age. My parents know that I like to go out on weekends. Sometimes I spend the night with friends! ”I said nothing about it, although I would have liked to know if his parents knew that he was gay.
I took the cigarettes, the ashtray, and the DVD. Then I went to my almost new marriage bed, which had been dusted by my wife. I put in the film and Bjarne followed me with the two glasses and the wine bottle, which he put on the little bast table next to the bed. I started the movie and sat in the center so I could lean against the wall.
"Great bed!" Said Bjarne and sat down right in front of me at the end of the bed. Of course I couldn't see anything anymore. Then he turned to me and grinned. "What is it? Are you making room?" And pointed to my legs. I put my feet a little further apart and he pushed his back between my legs. Then he leaned back carefully and snuggled up against me. His arms were over my bent legs and his hands on my thighs. "Is that possible?" He asked, looking up at me. I grinned. Of course it went like that, not to mention my erection and the heat that was in the room. That quickly made us take off our shirts. When he leaned against me again with his almost glowing skin, my heart pounded. "You still owe me an answer!" He said and took my hand, which he then pulled in front of his stomach and placed on it. The TV was set relatively quiet and around us only the bluish light that shone on us from the screen. "Yes, I know!" I sighed and began to tell:
It was a Friday on which I began my rehabilitation measure in Hamburg at the accident clinic. I was so late with the ambulance that I called the clinic briefly from my cell phone. One hour late, I entered the inpatient admission with forearm crutches and signed up for rehabilitation for the following three weeks. In a fall on the way to work, I broke my right shin and fibula.
The fibula and tibia were broken several times. The fractures on both bones were complicated. Six weeks after the accident they wanted to get me back on my feet. I carefully read the patient sheet on the ward corridor after being sent through all the UK buildings. The hospital was under renovation, so my ward was in a new element building. The initial examination was very precise, but did not take long. Not much happened on that Friday. My legs had been measured and my mobility was checked. Then I was promised to register for the use of the sports and swimming pool.
An exit at the weekend was possible with a pass. But I didn't get a permit. My roommate went out over the weekend and was absent until Sunday. So I was able to prepare for a very boring weekend. A patient on the ward showed me all the ways I had to know in order to find my way around. After the bankruptcy with lunch, which came on time but didn't appeal to me, he accompanied me to the canteen. At lunchtime, the patient had ordered “Labskaus” in front of me. I hated Labskaus, so I only ate the rollmops and the fried egg. Now I was very hungry and went wrong at the canteen buffet. Only lunch was delivered to the ward.
Dinner and breakfast were taken in the dining room. I had two rolls, a schnitzel, a meatball and a salad. Like I said, I was hungry. I didn't want to fall off the meat either. After eating I had a drop in nicotine which made me nervous. So I first went to the main entrance of the clinic, which was one floor above the dining room. I lit a cigarette outside and sat on the wooden bench. Suddenly a wheelchair came around the corner. In the health insurance vehicle is a slim young man of around thirty. With a smile on his lips, he parked next to the wooden bench and asked about a fire. I lit his cigarette and looked at the young guy.
"Thank you. I am Ronny! New here? ”He said. Then I looked at him and met the madly sweet look of his gray-blue eyes with my eyes. That made me a little embarrassed. I looked at the floor and stammered: "Yes, I only came today!" I could literally feel his gaze wandering over my body. I turned my head slightly to see him grinning. "Come?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and said, “Oh, is everything here also being weighed on the gold scale? I showed up ... “Ronny was wearing black sneakers, black sweatpants and a white T-shirt. Over it he wore a gray hooded sweater jacket. I didn't know what had happened to him at the time. But I kept looking at him. I thought he was kind of cute. His skin was light brown in complexion.
The hair was a maximum of one millimeter on the head and he wore a three-day beard. Well, it was more of a one-day beard, short dark stubble that graced his nice face. Somehow my heart got warm, but I froze. It was freezing outside. After a few minutes he rolled over to the entrance, smiled and said, "See you!" I hoped of course. I was certainly not the dream guy for men, but somehow he had flirted with me or was I wrong? I looked down at myself and examined myself. Blue jeans, white casual shoes, black T-shirt, blue sweater jacket ... somehow the same taste in clothes? Or was it the looks? I was a bit stronger, same skin type with dark brown short hair and I was without a beard or glasses, just like him. Or maybe he meant that i was gay I hadn't said anything, nor was it obvious to me. Many wear an earring on the left. Okay, the rings on my fingers, six in number, might have irritated him, but that was just styling. And anyway, I wasn't straight gay.
I just happened to be a little interested in men when they were so nice and good-looking. That was always the problem. I never liked men with a lot of noticeable quirks. Because I had enough quirks myself. I liked guys who were just normal. It was always good to appear normal. That way you could discreetly mark your territory.
Over time, I could tell from a single glance whether a guy was interested or not. And Ronny was interested, I would have bet my ass on it. The afternoon flew by, and when I passed the swimming pool one more time, I looked through the window. The slim young Ronny was just pulling himself out of the water to climb back into the wheelchair. I watched him for a while, then turned to go outside. I had end-stage nicotine drop again. When I went out, a warm shiver ran down my spine. But no ... that was impossible. He couldn't have seen me. After a few minutes he came around the corner in his wheelchair and stood outside next to the ashtray. He grinned at me. “You can tell. It's going to be the weekend. Everything empty and calm. What are you still doing today? ", he then asked. What should i do? Unsuspectingly, I said, slightly questioning: "TV?"
Ronny smiled and nodded. We both knew that there was nothing on TV that evening. I quickly returned to my room and put the thrombosis injection on myself. I gave myself the ******** myself. I went outside two more times to smoke, but I never met Ronny again. I knew he was in the same ward, but I didn't know where. The TV really only showed rubbish, so my laptop was used. Fortunately, I still had some porn and two horror films on my hard drive.
I tried to shorten my time with the horror film, but then I had put a porno film after it. It was dead silence on the ward after the night nurse asked for the last time at nine o'clock if I needed anything. There were two porn films that I watched. One of the films was a straight straight-through flick. The plot was shit, but the main character had a nice hard cock. It was nice and long and was sunk into the mouth by a long-haired actress up to the stop. The second film turned me on a little more. It was a gay porn strip. The blowjob scenes pretty much heated me up. I only lay under the covers in my T-shirt and underpants and occasionally felt for my penis.
It was already so rock hard that I could have started masturbating right away. But the environment was strange. At home I would have just let the film run. Then I would have turned off the light and got one down. I would have ******* the result nicely on my stomach and wiped it off with a towel or handkerchiefs. I loved that. I just didn't dare to jerk off in bed unabashedly. I would not have thrown fully ****** handkerchiefs in the trash can and certainly not would I have used a towel. I knew very well that I couldn't fall asleep with the bar on. My legs tingled and I was restless.
If a sister had now taken care of everything, it would have been embarrassing to find me masturbating in my bed. I withdrew to the handicapped accessible room toilet. It was a bit of an unusual place, but the door was closed and I couldn't be bothered by anyone. I sat on the glasses and slid forward a little. Then I started massaging my cock and it got really hard. I just wanted to get rid of the pressure and ******* pretty quickly and firmly until I was ready. When the ******was looking for the way outside, a cool feeling came up in me. I leaned forward a little and held my member down into the toilet. Then it came and ran out of the glans. The feeling overran me and I started to moan softly. Now the pressure was gone and I could even pee right afterwards. Then I went back to bed and shut down the laptop. I fell asleep completely satisfied.
Bjarne came up and looked at me with shiny eyes. "You watch gay porn?" I looked at him a little embarrassed and nodded. “Well, sometimes it does! Bad? ”But he waved it off and said:“ Marcel, I am extremely warm. Do you mind if I take my pants off? ”Of course I didn't mind, because I took off my pants too and leaned back against the wall, whereupon Bjarne took his place between my legs again ...
Bjarne was definitely slightly aroused, I could feel that very well. He was lying there between my legs and snuggled up to me as if I were his cuddly toy. Again he was wearing tight white underpants, which clearly showed his stiffening. But I didn't stay cool either. That my erection didn't hurt in his back surprised me. At least he said nothing. Instead, he looked up at me, hoping I could read his questioning look. "It's okay!" I said with a laugh. "I'm going to keep telling you!" He listened to what I had started:
The night didn't last long. I was awakened a little rudely by the howling of the Feudel machine and then the cleaning lady was already standing in the door with the mopping trolley. Gradually I opened my eyes and only nodded briefly when asked if she could clean up. She blocked the bathroom, and when I was finally fully awake I noticed that it was well after eight o'clock. I wanted to have breakfast, which was only set up until nine o'clock. After the southerner had left the room, I freshened up and dressed. In a hasty step with both walking aids, I scurried past the nurses' room, took my meal card and went to the dining room. The breakfast buffet was plentiful. I covered the rolls with sausage and cheese.
Fortunately, I had taken a stomach protection pill in the morning, otherwise the heartburn would not have been far. After breakfast I was on my way back. I smoked another one outside at the swimming pool.
It goes without saying that Ronny was already outside. "Good morning, how did you sleep?", He asked and offered me one of his "F6". Ronny came from Rostock, but now lived in St. Michaelisdonn, which was on the Kiel Canal. The locals only called it St. Michel. It was cold outside and so our ways parted quickly. I tried a swim in the pool. Full of expectation, I entered the changing room and occupied one of the first lockers. In order to get safely through the swimming pool without further fractures, I needed a shower wheelchair, "shower wheelchair". After I convulsively opened the door to the swimming pool, it should be said that the door only opens completely by itself from 70 degrees, I had reached the large pool. However, I had to go to the exercise pool with 32 degrees Celsius. There I was able to get into the pool by myself using the metal-covered entrances. When I was standing with the shower trolley in front of the pool edge, the lifeguard on duty came and asked me what I was going to do. "Well, I kind of want to get in the water!" I said. "No problem. What's your name? ”He asked, feeding my last name to his computer. However, I was neither registered for free swimming nor therapeutically.
"I am sorry. Then you are not allowed in the water! ", He said with a slightly sad expression. I was a little pissed off and rolled back into the cabin. At the large glass pane I saw Ronny who was looking at the outside of the swimming pool. Pissed off, I got dressed again and left the locker room. Ronny stood outside in the hallway. He grinned and said: "Well? Dry swimming exercise? "
"Funny!", I said annoyed and went to have a smoke with him. The food was already in the room when I got back to the ward. The liver and beans didn't taste any better than the other menus either. I fell asleep after my midday coffee and woke up at three in the afternoon. I decided to take my laptop and go into the computer. I took a wheelchair from the station for the tour of the house. The computer room was equipped with WiFi. So I was able to install my missing programs. When I went to the room on the second basement floor, Ronny was already busy with his laptop and bulky headphones. He was playing some first person shooter. Those were games I wasn't familiar with. No sooner had I set up my laptop than he patted me on the shoulder and asked whether we should go smoke one. I agreed and followed him unobtrusively with my rental wheelchair. Half way back and a ride in the elevator, we had reached the covered smoking area in front of the building.
On the way there he asked me if I would like to play a game of Command and Conquer with him. Now I didn't know anything about first-person shooters at all and gave him a go. Somehow I could have hit myself. Outside I considered my statement and said: "So, maybe we will do that next weekend?" Then he smiled at me and asked what I was doing on the PC all the time. I couldn't tell him that I was collecting erotic pictures and films. But …
He persisted and asked what kind of films I was collecting. My porn collection was extensive. After all, he didn't know that I only had straight porn between all the gay strips on the hard disk. On the way to our date boxes we passed a coffee machine. "Do we want to have another coffee?" He asked suddenly, pointing to the coffee machine. I nodded and we rolled over to the machine. "Shit!" He said when he only found a twenty in his wallet. I fed the machine with change and pulled us a coffee. Then we occupied the table next to it after moving the chairs away. We talked for a while. It was small talk that I wasn't used to from a man. Again and again my eyes fell in his direction. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have cared. But that day I was completely nervous and played with the coffee mug. Then I looked at Ronny from top to bottom.
He was wearing modern sneakers, black socks and then I saw these brown sweatpants. Ronny had slim, very long legs. The upper body was covered with a collar sweater in brown-beige. But of course I had already seen my counterpart half-naked in the swimming pool. Ronny was a little tired from all the back and forth that day. He put his arm long on the table and then rested his head on his upper arm. He looked at me with his steel blue eyes as if he wanted to say something. You could almost say he was flirting with me. I would have liked to see my own look. I smiled a little embarrassed and went on talking. Ronny lay very still with his head on his upper arm and listened to me. Shit, I thought, why is he staring at me like that? Is he flirting at me? I did not know it. I couldn't just ask him either. You didn't do that. Not that he labeled me gay. Flirting with the same sex was a bit more difficult than flirting with the opposite sex. I couldn't do anything. I could only look at him ... At that moment he crumpled up the mug and got up. We made our way to the PC room. I pulled my emails and installed the updates. After about an hour it was full in the PC room. A second laptop set up in front of Ronny and I looked over at the table in my mind ... I could only look at him ... At that moment he crumpled up the mug and got up. We made our way to the PC room. I pulled my emails and installed the updates. After about an hour it was full in the PC room. A second laptop was set up in front of Ronny and I looked over at the table in my mind ... I could only look at him ... At that moment he crumpled up the mug and got up. We made our way to the PC room. I pulled my emails and installed the updates. After about an hour it was full in the PC room. A second laptop was set up in front of Ronny and I looked over at the table in my mind ...
looked at Ronny and considered. My brain was in analysis mode:
- Ronny, around late twenties
- impossible outfit, but cool
- one-day beard, unshaven lint or cool guy?
- Short brown hair, do I like that?
- Steel blue eyes, looks cute
He was at least 50% gay. Otherwise you don't flirt with the same sex after all. Or maybe he was just interested. The second guy at the table connected his laptop to the power supply after Ronny pushed the power strip over with his foot. "Here, mine is longer!" He said, referring to the connection. Horrified, I looked up at Ronny, who suddenly started laughing. I must have been bright red. To cover it up, I said: “Prove it on the table!” Ronny laughed: “Later, if that's right!” I said goodbye and heard a soft “Yes, see you later ...” What did he mean by that? I was at the dinner buffet and put my tray on the table to continue driving with the wheelchair. I had to do tours like this in a wheelchair because I couldn't get very far with crutches. Besides, I needed my hands to fill it up. After that we were smoking again and shortly afterwards we said goodbye in the station corridor. After that, the messing around started again. I had already seen a crime thriller on my laptop and it was well after ten o'clock.
The nurse came into the room for the last time and asked if I needed anything else. But I didn't need anything. On the contrary, I also wanted to have my peace and quiet. I took off my jeans and just sat on the bed in my socks, T-shirt and underpants. I had justified my laptop and was about to see one of my gay films. I had already gone to the toilet and knew that I would use it again after the film. But at least once I was ready for bed. The movie "The Clairvoyant" laughed at me on my hidden hard drive partition. It was a hardcore flick that was set partly on a motorboat and partly on a deserted island. The first half an hour it was a bit stimulating, but then I got an erection that was hard as I haven't seen for a long time. Already lost in thought, I stared at the screen. The room light was off and only the night light on the door was left on. When I grabbed my cock to straighten my panties, the door opened very carefully. At first I only saw two wheels, but then I recognized him by his long legs. It was Ronny who asked very quietly if I was going to sleep. "No!" I said and invited him in.
On my left side I had parked the crutches and the station wheelchair. He pulled his wheelchair over to the other side of my bed and grinned. "Hab ich dich in ***** en bothered?" He asked cheekily. I shook my head and said, "Not really!" But he seemed to have seen my erection. “What are you watching pretty?”
I wanted to turn off the film completely, but it was too late by then. He had already turned the Lappy around and was staring at the still picture, which just showed two cute guys having oral sex. Ronny gave himself a grin and said: “It's crazy. You watch gay porn? ”I smiled a little embarrassed and tried to change the subject:“ What are we going to do with the evening that has started? ”
"Well ..." he said. "We could play a round!" At the same time, his grin became very wide and underhanded. "No thanks!" I replied as if I knew what he meant. But Ronny did not give up and said quite hypocritically: "Wait, you don't even know what I wanted to play!" I rolled my eyes and suddenly his look became serious. "I don't play games like that!" I laughed to lighten the mood. "Swim," he said. I looked at him in surprise and couldn't believe he was referring to this old poker-like card game. I sat down in my wheelchair and offered him a place on my bed. Then I told him I wanted to get tickets from the common room and rolled into the station corridor. In the meantime, Ronny had made himself comfortable on my bed. You have to consider that Ronny was considered paraplegic. Due to his accident, he had suffered such severe fractures that he could not walk upright for the next few years. I was really lucky with my lower leg fractures.
I came back into the room and saw the young man lying on my bed. He was almost like me, with his back on his headboard, his knees bent and staring into my lappy. He had let the film go on. "Great stripe. Do you only watch gay porn? ”He asked interested. But this time I was spoilsport and clicked on the little red cross at the top right, so that the film ended. "Mostly!" I said. "But now we play!" Ronny clapped the remaining space at the foot end and threw the pillow over to me. "Two guys in one bed!" I laughed. Ronny looked at me, put his hand to his chin and thought about it. “Well, the night nurse is through so far. Who should bother us? Part and stop worrying! ”I shuffled and gave us three cards each, then three to trade. He had already placed six 10 ct pieces on the table next to the laptop. The first laps were easy. But after I won 31 points, Ronny ran out of money and “swam”.
"In the next round you wech!", I remarked cleverly and was quite shocked that he gave me the same status with 33 points. The next round I won with 30 halves. I looked pretty stupid from the laundry when Ronny suddenly took off his socks, fired next to the bed and said: "This is the mission for the lost lap!" Then I knew what I was getting into. Ronny lost his t-shirt and short sports shorts in the subsequent rounds.
I also only had my underpants on and looked closely at my teammate. He already had a very hot upper body, slim but horny. Well, and he seemed sick of me too, because he was grinning incessantly. You couldn't miss my hard-on anymore, but what masculinity he offered in the tight underpants was much more interesting. He was probably right, his was longer. In any case, it had to be longer than mine. That was clear to see. He could tell that I was staring there the whole time. Another time Ronny had to change an item of clothing and sat naked in front of me. A rather stiff long tail protruded from the testicle almost to his navel. That was a sight that drove me crazy. I got in the mood for him. "Am I making you nervous?" he asked with a smile and dealt for the next round. I also lost my last item of clothing. I was just about to put the cards away, so he tore them out of my hand and said jokingly in a howling tone: "You stay until it's done!" The last round was in progress. I lost one point. Ronny laughed. "So, you can buy another round if you massage me!"
"Massage?" I asked. Then he carefully took my hand and smiled. "Yes, massage! It doesn't hurt either! ”Cheeky as he was, he took my hand, placed it on his hard-on and put my fingers around the shaft. Then he began to move my hand up and down very slowly.
I must have been completely blushed because Ronny said: “What are you afraid of? The doctors are at home. The nurse had her last lap until five o'clock and the station is empty. Only my roommate is still here on the weekend and he is sleeping soundly! ”I wouldn't have believed that his words could calm me down, but I carried on calmly. And his cock felt so hot. It was really long. I estimated it to be a whopping eight inches. It was clear that I had everything. Meanwhile, Ronny lay back and slid his bottom towards me. His legs were on my thighs and his feet looked left and right out of the bed behind me. Massaged enough, I thought, and held still for a moment. Ronny was already lying there with his eyes closed, sighing and saying softly: “What a shame! Already over? Now,
I took the 22 centimeters a little tighter and began to massage again. Now he had tasted blood and was getting a little louder with his sigh. I pushed my other hand under his testicles, took them in hand and massaged them with my thumb, while I carefully twitched the testicles in my hand and felt comfortable. "Damn it's that ..." huffed Ronny and settled right in ecstasy ***** s . "What?" I asked with a smile and began to stroke his thighs and stomach after I had freed his testicles again. I was little at that
In front of the mirror in the bathroom of my 1.5-room apartment, I apply my short brown hair and put my earring, a small metal hoop, into my left ear. Then I quickly shot half a can of Ax Musk under my purple muscle shirt and pulled my light-checked shirt over it, rolling up my sleeves at once. I never really went out of the house with long sleeves. I wore black sneakers on my feet. I left off the socks. It was just too hot for that. I wore 3/4 slacks in white on my legs. A few weeks earlier, I wouldn't have exposed my moderately hairy legs. They were marked with scars and the hair had to grow back first.
My hair had been removed there for several operations. But now the scars were only slightly visible and the hair was even again.
One last grip on my shelf and the leather strap with a mottled glass cross in black and brown and a brown glass pearl necklace hung around my neck. I covered my hands with a fragrant repair hand cream. I hated rough hands, especially on myself. I had made the chains myself weeks ago as part of the rehabilitation measure and always wore them. Just my six metal rings on my fingers and I was ready to go. Those were things I never did before. I lived heterosexually for over twenty years and had hidden the real me behind the facade of a good family man. My marriage broke down a year earlier. Since then I lived alone and concentrated on friends and of course the job as a mail courier. The subcontractor I worked for was eagerly awaiting my return. But I was still on sick leave and would be back to work with the Hamburg integration model within the next four weeks. So I still had time; the rest of my free time was spent chatting, watching videos, playing music and playing online. My MP3 collection was already bursting at the seams and I was already familiar with the latest films. Lately I've been collecting homosexual films as well as hardcore movies from the division. These were good enough for evening masturbation. Lately I've been collecting homosexual films as well as hardcore movies from the division. These were good enough for evening masturbation. Lately I've been collecting homosexual films as well as hardcore movies from the division. These were good enough for evening masturbation.
Of course, I had homosexual experiences before my marriage, but my facade broke a lot inside me. After the breakup, I tried to get back what was lost: myself!
That worked quite well, but it also meant that I had more shoes than my ex-wife and also wore more rings. I've been wearing an earring for many years. Okay, of course I covered the tank top with the shirt because I had a small stomach. It was actually just profound obesity that every woman struggled with every day. In any case, my self-confidence was restored and I felt as comfortable as I was, of course with all the bells and whistles on my body. The door closed quickly and then swung into the car ... So we could start. From the North Frisian province we went straight through the village in the direction of B199. At the last bus stop in front of the town sign, I saw someone standing at the bus stop when I was about to light a cigarette. My blue twingo glowed inside so I had the driver's door window completely open when I left. At the intersection I turned around and drove back to the bus stop. We were on vacation and the young man, who was waiting in vain for the bus, could have waited until autumn. There was no bus going during that time. I was in a good mood and that was probably why I looped to stop at the boy with the window open.
"You?" I asked kindly. "We have holidays! You're not waiting for the bus, are you? "Then the boy clapped his forehead with the palm of his hand and cursed:" Shit! Oh man, we're on vacation! "I looked at him pityingly and said:" Exactly! Where did you want to go? ”He thought for a moment and looked at me. What a dream of a guy, but way too young. He was twenty years old at most ... but cute. His dark blonde hair was in a skilful Justin beaver hairstyle and I tried to make out the color of his eyes. But in vain, the sun was blinding.
His outfit was a real hit. His upper body was covered by a black sleeveless mesh shirt and further down the slim body was in tight cycling shorts, which went up to just above the knees. Without socks, his slender legs were tucked into white new sneakers. “I actually wanted to go to Flensburg!” He said, pouting his full lips. Around his left wrist he wore two friendship bracelets and a plastic ring, probably from the last POE. "Then get in!" I said without thinking. “I'm going to Flensburg anyway!” The young man looked at me in surprise and suddenly grinned. "Really?" He asked as if he didn't believe I was offering that to him. I mean we lived in a village. Why shouldn't I do this? He was happy and dashed to the passenger side, opened the door and got in. "Thank you, that's really nice of you!" He said and closed the door.
"Marcel!" I introduced myself and shook his hand. "Um ... yes! My name is Bjarne! ”He said and grabbed the hand I held out. His fingers were very warm, but surprisingly soft. It was unusual for such a young guy to want to drive to Flensburg in an elevator like this without any attachment. You could really see everything about him. His limb was also clearly visible on the black cycling shorts. It seemed to have quite a bit of equipment. In any case, he wasn't on his way to shopping or an interview. We were meanwhile on the B199 and were approaching Handewitt. Bjarne had also opened the right window completely and was hoping to get at least a few drafts.
"Where should I drop you off?" I asked and lit another cigarette. "Thanks, I don't smoke!", He refused the cigarette I offered and thought for a moment. "Yes ... um ... aquatic life?" He asked carefully. "No problem!" I replied and continued. "You want to go to the beach?" His insecure "Well .. Yeah" gave me pause. "Are you coming back too?" I asked again. Nodding, he blocked my questions and remarked pretty quickly: “You ask a lot of questions!” I was just trying to break the ice and make the journey a little easier. Actually, I couldn't have cared what he was doing in Flensburg or how he wanted to come back. I had driven onto the B200 and took the penultimate exit before the Danish border.
Shortly before Danfoss it turned left to Wassersleben, the health resort directly on the fjord. Through the old forest area we went down the mountain to the beach promenade and the parking lot. "Date?", I asked again and then joked: "Must be a really interesting girl when you get upset!" Bjarne grimaced and I turned right into the parking lot right on the beach. "Funny!" He moaned and got out.
He was still talking as he moved away from the car, so I followed him and locked the car. "I didn't understand a word!" I called after him and suddenly he stopped. I hobbled and tried to go after him, but I wasn't particularly fast. He turned around and said, "Then you don't have to make such derogatory remarks ... Um ... Are you all right? Have you represented yourself? ”I trudged with difficulty through the soft sand and had reached it. He looked me straight in the eye and I asked, “What did you say?” He smiled and said, “It's a long story! What about your leg? ”I had to grin. "That's a long story too!" I said and slowly trudged along beside him. "Well!" He began to respond to my conversation. "I have time! We can walk a few meters if you want! I mean, if you can ... ”I nodded and actually managed to walk the whole beach with him. On the side of the dune we sat down in the sand and took off our shoes. Then he started to tell:
“It was last year that I met a Swede here who was on vacation. To make it really short, I'm gay and I had a sex-only date with the man! No matter what you think now, but I've been coming back here and hope to have a nice one someday ... "I interrupted him:" It's okay. Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. So I had a serious accident at work and I am still struggling with pain in my left leg! That's why I'm limping a little longer. But wherever you say 'water life', I had an experience here many years ago ... ”Bjarne got up and looked at the water. "Are we going to put our feet in the water?" He asked, giving me his hand. "I'm holding you too, old man!" He joked, pulling me up. I sighed, “Yes, yes, old man! I'm just in my late thirties! “We strolled hand in hand into the water. "I'm nineteen years old!" Said Bjarne and took a deep breath. I actually expected his hand to let go of me when we stood up to our knees in the Baltic Sea and stopped. But his fingers came off and crossed into mine, so that we continued to stand hand in hand in the water.
"Women ..." it came out of him like a waterfall. "You know? I can't do anything with women. I never thought about getting any closer to a girl. I don't know why and maybe I'll just take it easy on myself, but I think boys are okay and I like the sex.
Why should I mess with a gender I don't know in order to look for a relationship that is complicated for me and likely to end in chaos. What about you? Do you have a girlfriend? ”I hesitated for a moment and looked up at him. He turned around and walked back to the sand with me, where we sat down again. I had my sunglasses on because the sun was really beating like crazy. I lay back and sighed: "Yes ... No ... In short, married, two children, divorced, currently single ... the usual ..." Then he laughed and leaned his arm on my upper body and pulled me take off your sunglasses. He looked me in the eye and asked in surprise: “The usual? Tell me about your experience. You said you had an experience here! "I turned bright red and said: “It was up there in the forest!” Bjarne pricked up his ears and suggested we go up there. "I'm not curious, but ..."
"It's okay!" I agreed. I probably just wanted to escape his eyes, so I gave in. His eyes were really tough. At first I thought it was a plain gray, but when he leaned on my upper body and looked into my eyes, I recognized a gray and a green. He had horny eyes. It was one of those people who look straight into your soul through your eyes. This closeness and this immediate familiarity were also nice for me at first, but frightening in retrospect. How could a complete stranger be so close to me?
We arrived at the car and drove up the mountain again to turn into the forest. We landed at the very front of the cliff by a tree. We walked the last few meters. Bjarne offered me his hand a second time to guide me. He was really nice and accommodating. "And what happened here?" He wanted to know and looked out to sea. I told him that many years ago I had a date with a man there and that my heart was palpitations. Even though it was only a short effective satisfaction date, it was still buzzing around in my head. Bjarne listened attentively and really wanted to know every detail. Blowing and waxing ...
I had to explain everything to him. When I finished talking, I leaned my back against the infamous tree, indulging in my thoughts. My hand still firmly in his fingers, it was almost like holding hands with lovers, he turned to me, came very close and looked into my eyes again. Oh god, I wanted to go. My heart was pounding and I was getting nervous. "Are you doing me another favor?" He asked with a devilish doggy look. I nodded. "Are you taking me home again?" I was confused, but nodded. We returned to the car and drove off. It was so hot that not only Bjarne but also Bjarne sweat ran off my forehead. While driving, I reached behind the passenger seat and pulled one of my two iso drinks out of the freezer bag.
I offered it to him, but when he opened it, a torrent ran over his much too tight cycling shorts. Without being asked, I wiped his thigh with a handkerchief and accidentally brushed Bjarne's clearly highlighted erection. He already had it when he got in at the bus stop. He smiled wordlessly at the action and took the handkerchief from my hand. We were already in the last village before our home and Bjarne asked: “What did you want in Flensburg?” I shook my head and said only briefly: “Health insurance!” He had to laugh. Almost four hours had passed and I noticed almost casually: “I'll send that by post!” When he arrived at the bus stop, he looked at me again, took my hand and said: “Thank you for the nice afternoon! And sorry because of your health insurance! ”I waved it off and said:“ It's okay! If you want to go to Flensburg again ... "
He nodded and said goodbye. Strange, something was missing. I didn't have an address or a phone number. It was actually the perfect situation for a kiss goodbye, but he didn't even turn around. Another case for “Dr. Summer ”or for“ Please contact me! ”?
I was really disappointed that I was interested in such a cute guy and that I had no way of contacting him. Well, at least he lived in the same place. Whether that was an advantage or not remained to be seen. I was wondering, but what for? Nothing had happened at all. Still, I couldn't get Bjarne out of my head. When I went outside to lock my car that evening after the news, I saw that the passenger window was still ajar. I opened the door and found a small note on the passenger seat. I unfolded the piece of paper and read it:
Hello,
thank you for the nice afternoon. If you ever go to Flensburg again, you can give me a call. Maybe I'll come with you.
Tel 553355
Greetings Bjarne
A big grin crossed my face. I locked the car and went back to my apartment. My first reach was for the cordless phone. But stop! I couldn't just call like that. I didn't even know when I wanted to go back to Flensburg. Wait a minute, but I knew it: ... preferably immediately! But I held back. One very thoughtful evening and one restless night later, then I couldn't take it anymore. My whole bed was rumpled and soaking wet. I had slept naked, but still sweated so much.
I couldn't remember dreams. But I thought of Bjarne. He made a lasting impression on me. I was still in bed. My left leg hurt a little and I tried to stretch. A complete stiffening of my erectile tissue was clearly steep upwards. One thing that really annoyed me at times. Ordinarily, I would have resolved the problem within five minutes. Not that day. I didn't feel like jerking off. Instead, I took a look at the watch and picked up my phone. The number was next to my bed and I dared. Ten o'clock wasn't too early. Slightly tense, I waited for the conversation to be picked up and then heard the voice of an older man: "Peddersen!"
"Good afternoon!" I said, a little confused. I would have liked to speak to Bjarne when he is there. ”Then I heard a harsh:“ Töf mool! Bjarne. Dor is ´n Mann för di am Ackerschnacker! ”Funny that so many people in our village chatted in Low German. Then I heard the hoarse voice again: "Yeah, he cares!" It was something of a farm. I heard a few steps and then Bjarne's voice, which sounded just as rough and cold at the moment. "Yeah, it's Bjarne!" I hesitated, but then spoke. "Yes hello! Here is Marcel! I had thought that if I might tell you that I'll be going back to Flensburg tomorrow ... ”Silence at the other end. Then a hesitant "Um .. yes!" His voice became friendly and gentle.
“Oh Marcel! Yes, gladly ... I didn't expect it ... "
"That I should call?" I asked carefully. "No ... Yes ... I mean, of course I would like to go with you, if you don't mind!" I beamed with joy and made an appointment with him for the next day at lunchtime. I went on a date with a guy who was way too young for me. But at least I had a date. I had laid out my clothes the night before and took a shower the next morning. I had a lot of time and so I shaved my hair short again and went to the intimate shave, which I didn't really care about in the hospital. But it bothered me that day and so all the hair around my shaft came away completely and I was finally smooth again under the testicles. Time was running out and before I knew it it was noon. I put two of my homemade necklaces around my neck and a creole in my ear. Then there was a knock on my door. I hope you don't smell too noticeable, I thought briefly. Because I had a small perfume bottle in the mailbox. I only just noticed that it was a women's fragrance. But it smelled kind of cool. I opened the door and looked into Bjarne's pretty eyes. He bravely put his arms around my hips and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Hi, there I am. Do you already know where we want to go? ”He chattered happily. I was still thinking about the smack on my cheek. I only just realized. But it smelled kind of cool. I opened the door and looked into Bjarne's pretty eyes. He bravely put his arms around my hips and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Hi, there I am. Do you already know where we want to go? ”He chattered happily. I was still thinking about the smack on my cheek. I only just realized. But it smelled kind of cool. I opened the door and looked into Bjarne's pretty eyes. He bravely put his arms around my hips and gave me a peck on the cheek. "Hi, there I am. Do you already know where we want to go? ”He chattered happily. I was still thinking about the smack on my cheek.
"Um yes ... to Flensburg!", I said and could have beaten myself for this nonsensical remark! "But I took my car keys and locked my door. Then we got into the car. It was only then that I noticed what awesome clothes he was wearing again. Black knee-length trousers in high gloss with airbrush patterns on the side. Almost looked like short sweatpants. He also wore black sneakers and a matching red muscle shirt, which perfectly matched the pattern color of his pants. His hair was gelled back this time and he wore a chain on the left instead of the bracelets.
He smelled of a very hot Ax scent. I lit a cigarette to calm myself and drove off. I felt his eyes on my body. After I was out of town, I looked at him and looked into his eyes again. "Is anything?" I asked because he smiled at me. Then his warm hand brushed my right knee. "No!" He said. "I'm just looking at you!" But then I knew what he noticed about me. I was wearing cut-off jeans and underneath that were skin-tight black panty-shaped underpants. He probably saw my erection. I had an animal latte. He must have seen it. Surely it was just making a nice big bump in my zipper. I looked down briefly and then back to Bjarne. "Really it's all right!" He grinned. Then he started babbling.
“What do we want to do now? Do you want to go somewhere or are we going to see something? I don't know what you're up to! ”That was three things at once. That really didn't work and I left the decision with him. "Okay, where are you going?" I asked him and he didn't know the answer to that. For my part, I only went to Flensburg because I wanted to see him. That's why I didn't have a specific destination. And that was how it seemed to him. We both had to laugh. "You don't even know where we're going?" He asked with a laugh. I shook my head. I probably had to come up with something and remembered a beach on the Flensburg Fjord, which I had last been to as a small child. I drove the car to Kappeln on the B199 and turned on the radio.
This time we got talking faster and so I learned a lot from him. His favorite band was Rosenstolz and his favorite color was black and the second was white. He drank cocoa and latte macchiato. He thought rice was great and cursed potatoes. Then he remembered our phone call and became embarrassed. "Don't tell anyone that I'm chatting flat, I'll only do that at home!" I nodded, but I thought that was really cute. As if we'd known each other forever, we sat next to each other. Suddenly he took the fifth cigarette out of my mouth, puffed on it, and put it back between my lips.
"I know, don't ... and that tastes good?" I had to grin. He put his hand on my thigh and asked cheerfully: "Well, is there still a long way to go?" I shook my head. We were behind Gelting. I still recognized the junction towards Kronsgaard and after a few kilometers I crossed the old farm onto the two tractor lanes towards the beach. They had rebuilt the old holiday village, but Golsmaas beach was still the old one. Only the parking lot was smaller and the resort a little further. I parked the car in the old paddock that served as a parking lot. At the food truck I paid the two euro parking fee for the whole day and nodded to Bjarne. "Come on, let's go to the beach!" Bjarne laughed and shook his head. "Well, sir? Does he want my hand again? "
I grabbed the hand I held out and hooked my fingers into his. Then we walked hand in hand to the beach. Again and again he looked at my limping leg. But I persevered and kept his pace. In the sand we took off our shoes and went to the water. “If I had known, I would have taken swimming trunks with me!” I didn't have any swimming trunks with me either, but when we were sitting in the sand again, I took off my cut off jeans and my T-shirt. Bjarne did the same and sat next to me in tight white panties. Then he nodded. "Well then? We don't have any towels, but we will probably survive that! "
He got up and I could see my companion up close. It's a shame that the underpants covered his tight ass, but the pants looked really cool on him. He gave me his hand and pulled me up. Then we strolled to the water. It must have looked like a couple in love. However, I didn't think of that kind of thing at the time.
The beach was relatively empty. The couple of older couples looked after us but said nothing. The clique of scantily clad girls whispered, but I couldn't understand anything for sure. We were already up to our knees in the shallow water and Bjarne turned back to me. Clutching his fingers tightly into mine, he said: "Well, is that possible?" I smiled and nodded. The water was a whopping 22 degrees and was pleasant. We kept walking, and when we were up to our chests in the water, Bjarne asked if we would like to swim a few meters. I hadn't swum in a while, but I agreed. The first few meters were a bit difficult, but Bjarne didn't want to overwhelm me either and headed for the end of the stone mole to the right of us. The water slapped against the stones in front and the closer we got the more the water splashes on our faces. But you could stand in front of the pier. A little exhausted, I stood against the stones in front and suddenly Bjarne appeared right in front of my legs. He got up from his crouch and stood right in front of me so that I almost fell backwards.
His arms wrapped around my body in no time and held me tight. His slim, wet body pressed gently against mine. In the meantime we only stood up to our step in the water and I saw between us. His erectile tissue had probably agitated and lay straight up to his waistband. Through the gentle pressure on my body, I felt the full hardness of his erection on my lower abdomen. With a mischievous smile, he still held me and said, “Be careful! Don't fall! ”His stiffness could now be felt more than clearly. Slowly he let his hands fall down over my hips and there was some air between us again. When I looked at his pants, I had to grin. "What is it?" He asked. I nodded down. Then he looked between us and cursed. "Oh shit! I am embarrassed now! “He thought I meant his bulge in his pants. But I actually meant the fact that you could see his pipe more than clearly through the pants. "You don't need to be embarrassed, but that the pants become so transparent ..." I said.
"I see! I thought you mean ... “, he replied a little reassured. That was a pretty long, hard thing that was emerging with him. We decided to go back to the beach. The warm wind caressed my wet skin and when we walked hand in hand through the shallow water, it kept glancing at me. "But you also had a hard-on ..." he tried to justify himself. Fortunately, we had taken the blanket from the car with us.
We promptly spread this out and lay down on it. I lay on my back and closed my eyes. The sun blinded me. Bjarne lay on his stomach, of course, so that one wouldn't see his stick. But in between I stared at his cracking ass, I couldn't help it. Now that you could really see everything well ...
After a while Bjarne started asking me a little bit of questions. He had already said a lot about himself. Now it was my turn. At first they were harmless questions about my favorite things, but he quickly put in a few intimate questions. Each time I opened my eyes briefly and shook my head. "What you don't want to know ..." But I answered everything he wanted to know, until we got to the topic of men. That was exactly what interested him. I rolled my eyes again, then tilted my head to the other side. "No!" He complained about my demeanor and continued. "I'm serious! I really care! ”With one leap, half his torso was on mine and he turned my head back to him with his fingers so that I had to look him straight in the eye. His lips parted just inches from mine. “Have you ever really loved a man? And excuses don't count! ”I could feel his breath on my lips. His eyes shone. I looked for excuses and got completely nervous. His deep gaze made my heart pound. My hands were sweaty and I actually wanted to push it away from me.
My hands were on his loins and I couldn't move. "Ha, now I have you with the question!" He laughed and pulled his face a few inches away from me. My pump went on double revs. "You know?" I started and let my hands fall next to my body again. "That is a long story. I'll tell you about it in peace! "I fed him off. He apparently agreed with that. Time passed us by and there was a little wind. Our underpants were already dry and we got dressed. Then it went to the car. We drove home. The car was glowing, but we had some cool drinks with us. That way we could at least cool off from the inside. Still, it didn't get colder. On the one hand, our bodies were heated by the sun, but the mood between us had also heated up quite a bit. It wasn't normal for a male to come so close to me.
We chatted a little more, but no longer about men. The drive home was pretty quick. At my door we said goodbye as he greeted me. With a light kiss on the cheek, he turned and suddenly stopped. He looked around again and ran his fingers through his hair, somewhat embarrassed. "Um ... thanks for the nice day. Maybe we can do that again? ”I nodded and was a little embarrassed myself. "Sure!" I said. Bjarne couldn't break free to go. He stood in a half-turn, rooted to the spot.
"If you want, we can ..." I tried to suck something out of my fingers. "Yes?" He was suddenly happy. I hesitated and thought. Then it occurred to me that it was Friday already. “We could meet tomorrow. Maybe we'll do a DVD evening if you feel like it? ”A big grin lay on his face ...
Well, Bjarne had gone home and I still had a heart rate of 280. It was time to slow down, but that was tough. I thought about what films I could offer him. I also wanted to save myself the trip to the video store. Some of my countless CDs and DVDs fell into my hands, but what was his taste? I guess I couldn't hold porn in front of his nose. I didn't even think gay porn was appropriate. But I remembered having had a couple of all-male films once. I didn't like Brokeback Mountain in terms of the choice of protagonists and Too Wong Foo was somehow too strange for me. I put Belphegor and Latter Days out and hoped he'd go for the second. Yes, I once had a sentimental phase when I got ham like "Tailwind" and "A Toute Vitresse" pulled in. However, I was pleasantly surprised by “Latter Days”. A film with emotion, humor and a turbulent story. With that thought I went to bed and of course I messed up all the bedclothes again during the night, which led me to re-cover my bed the next day.
I went shopping afterwards and got something to snack on, a bottle of wine and of course latte macchiato ...
The day passed and I thought about the evening all the time, until I noticed that I didn't even know when we were going to meet. Too bad, because I didn't want to call. The problem solved all by itself when Bjarne suddenly appeared at my door at 6 p.m. Funny that I would have killed the time surfing the Internet. I could have made latte macchiato. The table could have been set with snacks and wine glasses and besides that I would have ...
Shit what was I excited and shocked at the same time. How could a guy twenty years my junior so upset me? I opened the door and, as expected, got a kiss on the cheek. His hands slid along my hips, like the last few times, and with a slight turn he stood next to me in the door, whereby of course I immediately cleared the way and let him in. "What I always wanted to ask you ..." he masked his own excitement. "Where did you get the great necklace from?" I looked at my neckline and grinned. I wondered if I should just give it to him, but not yet! Now it was there, my young friend with the pretty eyes. We sat down and I was so restless that I kept getting up. I got the glasses and put a bowl of nibbles on the table.
I gave him the two films to choose from. I was totally blown away by the hustle and bustle. "Marcel?" Came the sound from the sofa. I turned to him questioningly. Then he laughed. "All is well. Come to rest! What is Latter Days? ”He held the DVD in front of my nose. After I explained to him what the film was about, he agreed and said: "Are we going to watch the other one to break the habit?"
When the opening credits ran, I finally came to rest and sat down with him on the sofa. "Don't you notice anything?" Asked curiously. I looked him up and down. He could only mean his clothes. A pair of jeans cut off below the knees and a shirt, what was unusual about that. Wait a minute, he was wearing a shirt that was half open at the top and the sleeves rolled up, but it was a shirt. I found the dark red color alone cool. I also liked that the jeans were black. Ankle socks and black sneakers, a somewhat original outfit. That I wore shirts with the same casualness was secondary. Only this time I was wearing long beige jeans. He was probably surprised that I was wearing sneakers in the apartment. But I hated slippers and slippers. My light brown sneakers, on the other hand, were curled up. Bjarne had a small backpack and pulled out a bottle of vodka and a bottle of energy drink. "Nothing against wine, but I would like to have a mixture with you!" He grinned. "Besides, the bottles are freezing cold!" He was right, because it was warm outside after all.
I took off my chain and leaned over to put it around his neck. He looked at me beaming with joy. "Yes ...!" I suppressed what he was about to say. “I think that's still missing from your outfit!” Now he had something personal of mine hanging around his neck, a black chain made of glass beads and a silver angel pendant. He thanked him with a kiss on the cheek and leaned back. He held up the poured mixture and said: "To us!" Then the film began and we looked at the television. Bjarne was visibly nervous and quickly refilled the glasses. After the third glass I said: “Not that we’ll get drunk afterwards!” Bjarne laughed and clinked glasses again. “No, that really doesn't work! We haven't even drank Brotherhood! “I smiled at the remark with the hope that he wasn't serious. But at the fourth glass he made his comment. Of course we were already tipsy ...
The movie was almost over too, so he raised his glass and crossed it through my arms. We sipped and then the expected kiss should come. I didn't mind a kiss on the cheek, but he came closer and put his lips on mine. Crap, like a surge of electricity, the effects made their way through my organism. The taste buds were paralyzed. The brain went crazy and I was irritated, happy, fearful and shocked at the same time. Maybe I just had a little crush ...
That was our last mix and I poured another glass of wine. It was late and I drew the curtains. Then I lit another cigarette while watching the end credits of the film. "Great movie!" He said, just to say anything. I nodded and actually I had already reached the weight of a bed. "What kind of film was the other one?" He asked curiously. “Belphegor? A thriller or horror film. But it also lasts for almost two hours! Is something to go to bed! ", I said. "What? You have a player on your bed? ”He asked surprised. Of course I had a player, an old one, but it was also connected to the old television. And of course this one stood by the bed. "As I said ..." he remarked again. “I can stay until tomorrow morning too! “That made me a little curious and asked:“ And your parents? ”He looked at me in surprise. “Marcel, I am of legal age. My parents know that I like to go out on weekends. Sometimes I spend the night with friends! ”I said nothing about it, although I would have liked to know if his parents knew that he was gay.
I took the cigarettes, the ashtray, and the DVD. Then I went to my almost new marriage bed, which had been dusted by my wife. I put in the film and Bjarne followed me with the two glasses and the wine bottle, which he put on the little bast table next to the bed. I started the movie and sat in the center so I could lean against the wall.
"Great bed!" Said Bjarne and sat down right in front of me at the end of the bed. Of course I couldn't see anything anymore. Then he turned to me and grinned. "What is it? Are you making room?" And pointed to my legs. I put my feet a little further apart and he pushed his back between my legs. Then he leaned back carefully and snuggled up against me. His arms were over my bent legs and his hands on my thighs. "Is that possible?" He asked, looking up at me. I grinned. Of course it went like that, not to mention my erection and the heat that was in the room. That quickly made us take off our shirts. When he leaned against me again with his almost glowing skin, my heart pounded. "You still owe me an answer!" He said and took my hand, which he then pulled in front of his stomach and placed on it. The TV was set relatively quiet and around us only the bluish light that shone on us from the screen. "Yes, I know!" I sighed and began to tell:
It was a Friday on which I began my rehabilitation measure in Hamburg at the accident clinic. I was so late with the ambulance that I called the clinic briefly from my cell phone. One hour late, I entered the inpatient admission with forearm crutches and signed up for rehabilitation for the following three weeks. In a fall on the way to work, I broke my right shin and fibula.
The fibula and tibia were broken several times. The fractures on both bones were complicated. Six weeks after the accident they wanted to get me back on my feet. I carefully read the patient sheet on the ward corridor after being sent through all the UK buildings. The hospital was under renovation, so my ward was in a new element building. The initial examination was very precise, but did not take long. Not much happened on that Friday. My legs had been measured and my mobility was checked. Then I was promised to register for the use of the sports and swimming pool.
An exit at the weekend was possible with a pass. But I didn't get a permit. My roommate went out over the weekend and was absent until Sunday. So I was able to prepare for a very boring weekend. A patient on the ward showed me all the ways I had to know in order to find my way around. After the bankruptcy with lunch, which came on time but didn't appeal to me, he accompanied me to the canteen. At lunchtime, the patient had ordered “Labskaus” in front of me. I hated Labskaus, so I only ate the rollmops and the fried egg. Now I was very hungry and went wrong at the canteen buffet. Only lunch was delivered to the ward.
Dinner and breakfast were taken in the dining room. I had two rolls, a schnitzel, a meatball and a salad. Like I said, I was hungry. I didn't want to fall off the meat either. After eating I had a drop in nicotine which made me nervous. So I first went to the main entrance of the clinic, which was one floor above the dining room. I lit a cigarette outside and sat on the wooden bench. Suddenly a wheelchair came around the corner. In the health insurance vehicle is a slim young man of around thirty. With a smile on his lips, he parked next to the wooden bench and asked about a fire. I lit his cigarette and looked at the young guy.
"Thank you. I am Ronny! New here? ”He said. Then I looked at him and met the madly sweet look of his gray-blue eyes with my eyes. That made me a little embarrassed. I looked at the floor and stammered: "Yes, I only came today!" I could literally feel his gaze wandering over my body. I turned my head slightly to see him grinning. "Come?" He asked. I rolled my eyes and said, “Oh, is everything here also being weighed on the gold scale? I showed up ... “Ronny was wearing black sneakers, black sweatpants and a white T-shirt. Over it he wore a gray hooded sweater jacket. I didn't know what had happened to him at the time. But I kept looking at him. I thought he was kind of cute. His skin was light brown in complexion.
The hair was a maximum of one millimeter on the head and he wore a three-day beard. Well, it was more of a one-day beard, short dark stubble that graced his nice face. Somehow my heart got warm, but I froze. It was freezing outside. After a few minutes he rolled over to the entrance, smiled and said, "See you!" I hoped of course. I was certainly not the dream guy for men, but somehow he had flirted with me or was I wrong? I looked down at myself and examined myself. Blue jeans, white casual shoes, black T-shirt, blue sweater jacket ... somehow the same taste in clothes? Or was it the looks? I was a bit stronger, same skin type with dark brown short hair and I was without a beard or glasses, just like him. Or maybe he meant that i was gay I hadn't said anything, nor was it obvious to me. Many wear an earring on the left. Okay, the rings on my fingers, six in number, might have irritated him, but that was just styling. And anyway, I wasn't straight gay.
I just happened to be a little interested in men when they were so nice and good-looking. That was always the problem. I never liked men with a lot of noticeable quirks. Because I had enough quirks myself. I liked guys who were just normal. It was always good to appear normal. That way you could discreetly mark your territory.
Over time, I could tell from a single glance whether a guy was interested or not. And Ronny was interested, I would have bet my ass on it. The afternoon flew by, and when I passed the swimming pool one more time, I looked through the window. The slim young Ronny was just pulling himself out of the water to climb back into the wheelchair. I watched him for a while, then turned to go outside. I had end-stage nicotine drop again. When I went out, a warm shiver ran down my spine. But no ... that was impossible. He couldn't have seen me. After a few minutes he came around the corner in his wheelchair and stood outside next to the ashtray. He grinned at me. “You can tell. It's going to be the weekend. Everything empty and calm. What are you still doing today? ", he then asked. What should i do? Unsuspectingly, I said, slightly questioning: "TV?"
Ronny smiled and nodded. We both knew that there was nothing on TV that evening. I quickly returned to my room and put the thrombosis injection on myself. I gave myself the ******** myself. I went outside two more times to smoke, but I never met Ronny again. I knew he was in the same ward, but I didn't know where. The TV really only showed rubbish, so my laptop was used. Fortunately, I still had some porn and two horror films on my hard drive.
I tried to shorten my time with the horror film, but then I had put a porno film after it. It was dead silence on the ward after the night nurse asked for the last time at nine o'clock if I needed anything. There were two porn films that I watched. One of the films was a straight straight-through flick. The plot was shit, but the main character had a nice hard cock. It was nice and long and was sunk into the mouth by a long-haired actress up to the stop. The second film turned me on a little more. It was a gay porn strip. The blowjob scenes pretty much heated me up. I only lay under the covers in my T-shirt and underpants and occasionally felt for my penis.
It was already so rock hard that I could have started masturbating right away. But the environment was strange. At home I would have just let the film run. Then I would have turned off the light and got one down. I would have ******* the result nicely on my stomach and wiped it off with a towel or handkerchiefs. I loved that. I just didn't dare to jerk off in bed unabashedly. I would not have thrown fully ****** handkerchiefs in the trash can and certainly not would I have used a towel. I knew very well that I couldn't fall asleep with the bar on. My legs tingled and I was restless.
If a sister had now taken care of everything, it would have been embarrassing to find me masturbating in my bed. I withdrew to the handicapped accessible room toilet. It was a bit of an unusual place, but the door was closed and I couldn't be bothered by anyone. I sat on the glasses and slid forward a little. Then I started massaging my cock and it got really hard. I just wanted to get rid of the pressure and ******* pretty quickly and firmly until I was ready. When the ******was looking for the way outside, a cool feeling came up in me. I leaned forward a little and held my member down into the toilet. Then it came and ran out of the glans. The feeling overran me and I started to moan softly. Now the pressure was gone and I could even pee right afterwards. Then I went back to bed and shut down the laptop. I fell asleep completely satisfied.
Bjarne came up and looked at me with shiny eyes. "You watch gay porn?" I looked at him a little embarrassed and nodded. “Well, sometimes it does! Bad? ”But he waved it off and said:“ Marcel, I am extremely warm. Do you mind if I take my pants off? ”Of course I didn't mind, because I took off my pants too and leaned back against the wall, whereupon Bjarne took his place between my legs again ...
Bjarne was definitely slightly aroused, I could feel that very well. He was lying there between my legs and snuggled up to me as if I were his cuddly toy. Again he was wearing tight white underpants, which clearly showed his stiffening. But I didn't stay cool either. That my erection didn't hurt in his back surprised me. At least he said nothing. Instead, he looked up at me, hoping I could read his questioning look. "It's okay!" I said with a laugh. "I'm going to keep telling you!" He listened to what I had started:
The night didn't last long. I was awakened a little rudely by the howling of the Feudel machine and then the cleaning lady was already standing in the door with the mopping trolley. Gradually I opened my eyes and only nodded briefly when asked if she could clean up. She blocked the bathroom, and when I was finally fully awake I noticed that it was well after eight o'clock. I wanted to have breakfast, which was only set up until nine o'clock. After the southerner had left the room, I freshened up and dressed. In a hasty step with both walking aids, I scurried past the nurses' room, took my meal card and went to the dining room. The breakfast buffet was plentiful. I covered the rolls with sausage and cheese.
Fortunately, I had taken a stomach protection pill in the morning, otherwise the heartburn would not have been far. After breakfast I was on my way back. I smoked another one outside at the swimming pool.
It goes without saying that Ronny was already outside. "Good morning, how did you sleep?", He asked and offered me one of his "F6". Ronny came from Rostock, but now lived in St. Michaelisdonn, which was on the Kiel Canal. The locals only called it St. Michel. It was cold outside and so our ways parted quickly. I tried a swim in the pool. Full of expectation, I entered the changing room and occupied one of the first lockers. In order to get safely through the swimming pool without further fractures, I needed a shower wheelchair, "shower wheelchair". After I convulsively opened the door to the swimming pool, it should be said that the door only opens completely by itself from 70 degrees, I had reached the large pool. However, I had to go to the exercise pool with 32 degrees Celsius. There I was able to get into the pool by myself using the metal-covered entrances. When I was standing with the shower trolley in front of the pool edge, the lifeguard on duty came and asked me what I was going to do. "Well, I kind of want to get in the water!" I said. "No problem. What's your name? ”He asked, feeding my last name to his computer. However, I was neither registered for free swimming nor therapeutically.
"I am sorry. Then you are not allowed in the water! ", He said with a slightly sad expression. I was a little pissed off and rolled back into the cabin. At the large glass pane I saw Ronny who was looking at the outside of the swimming pool. Pissed off, I got dressed again and left the locker room. Ronny stood outside in the hallway. He grinned and said: "Well? Dry swimming exercise? "
"Funny!", I said annoyed and went to have a smoke with him. The food was already in the room when I got back to the ward. The liver and beans didn't taste any better than the other menus either. I fell asleep after my midday coffee and woke up at three in the afternoon. I decided to take my laptop and go into the computer. I took a wheelchair from the station for the tour of the house. The computer room was equipped with WiFi. So I was able to install my missing programs. When I went to the room on the second basement floor, Ronny was already busy with his laptop and bulky headphones. He was playing some first person shooter. Those were games I wasn't familiar with. No sooner had I set up my laptop than he patted me on the shoulder and asked whether we should go smoke one. I agreed and followed him unobtrusively with my rental wheelchair. Half way back and a ride in the elevator, we had reached the covered smoking area in front of the building.
On the way there he asked me if I would like to play a game of Command and Conquer with him. Now I didn't know anything about first-person shooters at all and gave him a go. Somehow I could have hit myself. Outside I considered my statement and said: "So, maybe we will do that next weekend?" Then he smiled at me and asked what I was doing on the PC all the time. I couldn't tell him that I was collecting erotic pictures and films. But …
He persisted and asked what kind of films I was collecting. My porn collection was extensive. After all, he didn't know that I only had straight porn between all the gay strips on the hard disk. On the way to our date boxes we passed a coffee machine. "Do we want to have another coffee?" He asked suddenly, pointing to the coffee machine. I nodded and we rolled over to the machine. "Shit!" He said when he only found a twenty in his wallet. I fed the machine with change and pulled us a coffee. Then we occupied the table next to it after moving the chairs away. We talked for a while. It was small talk that I wasn't used to from a man. Again and again my eyes fell in his direction. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have cared. But that day I was completely nervous and played with the coffee mug. Then I looked at Ronny from top to bottom.
He was wearing modern sneakers, black socks and then I saw these brown sweatpants. Ronny had slim, very long legs. The upper body was covered with a collar sweater in brown-beige. But of course I had already seen my counterpart half-naked in the swimming pool. Ronny was a little tired from all the back and forth that day. He put his arm long on the table and then rested his head on his upper arm. He looked at me with his steel blue eyes as if he wanted to say something. You could almost say he was flirting with me. I would have liked to see my own look. I smiled a little embarrassed and went on talking. Ronny lay very still with his head on his upper arm and listened to me. Shit, I thought, why is he staring at me like that? Is he flirting at me? I did not know it. I couldn't just ask him either. You didn't do that. Not that he labeled me gay. Flirting with the same sex was a bit more difficult than flirting with the opposite sex. I couldn't do anything. I could only look at him ... At that moment he crumpled up the mug and got up. We made our way to the PC room. I pulled my emails and installed the updates. After about an hour it was full in the PC room. A second laptop set up in front of Ronny and I looked over at the table in my mind ... I could only look at him ... At that moment he crumpled up the mug and got up. We made our way to the PC room. I pulled my emails and installed the updates. After about an hour it was full in the PC room. A second laptop was set up in front of Ronny and I looked over at the table in my mind ... I could only look at him ... At that moment he crumpled up the mug and got up. We made our way to the PC room. I pulled my emails and installed the updates. After about an hour it was full in the PC room. A second laptop was set up in front of Ronny and I looked over at the table in my mind ...
looked at Ronny and considered. My brain was in analysis mode:
- Ronny, around late twenties
- impossible outfit, but cool
- one-day beard, unshaven lint or cool guy?
- Short brown hair, do I like that?
- Steel blue eyes, looks cute
He was at least 50% gay. Otherwise you don't flirt with the same sex after all. Or maybe he was just interested. The second guy at the table connected his laptop to the power supply after Ronny pushed the power strip over with his foot. "Here, mine is longer!" He said, referring to the connection. Horrified, I looked up at Ronny, who suddenly started laughing. I must have been bright red. To cover it up, I said: “Prove it on the table!” Ronny laughed: “Later, if that's right!” I said goodbye and heard a soft “Yes, see you later ...” What did he mean by that? I was at the dinner buffet and put my tray on the table to continue driving with the wheelchair. I had to do tours like this in a wheelchair because I couldn't get very far with crutches. Besides, I needed my hands to fill it up. After that we were smoking again and shortly afterwards we said goodbye in the station corridor. After that, the messing around started again. I had already seen a crime thriller on my laptop and it was well after ten o'clock.
The nurse came into the room for the last time and asked if I needed anything else. But I didn't need anything. On the contrary, I also wanted to have my peace and quiet. I took off my jeans and just sat on the bed in my socks, T-shirt and underpants. I had justified my laptop and was about to see one of my gay films. I had already gone to the toilet and knew that I would use it again after the film. But at least once I was ready for bed. The movie "The Clairvoyant" laughed at me on my hidden hard drive partition. It was a hardcore flick that was set partly on a motorboat and partly on a deserted island. The first half an hour it was a bit stimulating, but then I got an erection that was hard as I haven't seen for a long time. Already lost in thought, I stared at the screen. The room light was off and only the night light on the door was left on. When I grabbed my cock to straighten my panties, the door opened very carefully. At first I only saw two wheels, but then I recognized him by his long legs. It was Ronny who asked very quietly if I was going to sleep. "No!" I said and invited him in.
On my left side I had parked the crutches and the station wheelchair. He pulled his wheelchair over to the other side of my bed and grinned. "Hab ich dich in ***** en bothered?" He asked cheekily. I shook my head and said, "Not really!" But he seemed to have seen my erection. “What are you watching pretty?”
I wanted to turn off the film completely, but it was too late by then. He had already turned the Lappy around and was staring at the still picture, which just showed two cute guys having oral sex. Ronny gave himself a grin and said: “It's crazy. You watch gay porn? ”I smiled a little embarrassed and tried to change the subject:“ What are we going to do with the evening that has started? ”
"Well ..." he said. "We could play a round!" At the same time, his grin became very wide and underhanded. "No thanks!" I replied as if I knew what he meant. But Ronny did not give up and said quite hypocritically: "Wait, you don't even know what I wanted to play!" I rolled my eyes and suddenly his look became serious. "I don't play games like that!" I laughed to lighten the mood. "Swim," he said. I looked at him in surprise and couldn't believe he was referring to this old poker-like card game. I sat down in my wheelchair and offered him a place on my bed. Then I told him I wanted to get tickets from the common room and rolled into the station corridor. In the meantime, Ronny had made himself comfortable on my bed. You have to consider that Ronny was considered paraplegic. Due to his accident, he had suffered such severe fractures that he could not walk upright for the next few years. I was really lucky with my lower leg fractures.
I came back into the room and saw the young man lying on my bed. He was almost like me, with his back on his headboard, his knees bent and staring into my lappy. He had let the film go on. "Great stripe. Do you only watch gay porn? ”He asked interested. But this time I was spoilsport and clicked on the little red cross at the top right, so that the film ended. "Mostly!" I said. "But now we play!" Ronny clapped the remaining space at the foot end and threw the pillow over to me. "Two guys in one bed!" I laughed. Ronny looked at me, put his hand to his chin and thought about it. “Well, the night nurse is through so far. Who should bother us? Part and stop worrying! ”I shuffled and gave us three cards each, then three to trade. He had already placed six 10 ct pieces on the table next to the laptop. The first laps were easy. But after I won 31 points, Ronny ran out of money and “swam”.
"In the next round you wech!", I remarked cleverly and was quite shocked that he gave me the same status with 33 points. The next round I won with 30 halves. I looked pretty stupid from the laundry when Ronny suddenly took off his socks, fired next to the bed and said: "This is the mission for the lost lap!" Then I knew what I was getting into. Ronny lost his t-shirt and short sports shorts in the subsequent rounds.
I also only had my underpants on and looked closely at my teammate. He already had a very hot upper body, slim but horny. Well, and he seemed sick of me too, because he was grinning incessantly. You couldn't miss my hard-on anymore, but what masculinity he offered in the tight underpants was much more interesting. He was probably right, his was longer. In any case, it had to be longer than mine. That was clear to see. He could tell that I was staring there the whole time. Another time Ronny had to change an item of clothing and sat naked in front of me. A rather stiff long tail protruded from the testicle almost to his navel. That was a sight that drove me crazy. I got in the mood for him. "Am I making you nervous?" he asked with a smile and dealt for the next round. I also lost my last item of clothing. I was just about to put the cards away, so he tore them out of my hand and said jokingly in a howling tone: "You stay until it's done!" The last round was in progress. I lost one point. Ronny laughed. "So, you can buy another round if you massage me!"
"Massage?" I asked. Then he carefully took my hand and smiled. "Yes, massage! It doesn't hurt either! ”Cheeky as he was, he took my hand, placed it on his hard-on and put my fingers around the shaft. Then he began to move my hand up and down very slowly.
I must have been completely blushed because Ronny said: “What are you afraid of? The doctors are at home. The nurse had her last lap until five o'clock and the station is empty. Only my roommate is still here on the weekend and he is sleeping soundly! ”I wouldn't have believed that his words could calm me down, but I carried on calmly. And his cock felt so hot. It was really long. I estimated it to be a whopping eight inches. It was clear that I had everything. Meanwhile, Ronny lay back and slid his bottom towards me. His legs were on my thighs and his feet looked left and right out of the bed behind me. Massaged enough, I thought, and held still for a moment. Ronny was already lying there with his eyes closed, sighing and saying softly: “What a shame! Already over? Now,
I took the 22 centimeters a little tighter and began to massage again. Now he had tasted blood and was getting a little louder with his sigh. I pushed my other hand under his testicles, took them in hand and massaged them with my thumb, while I carefully twitched the testicles in my hand and felt comfortable. "Damn it's that ..." huffed Ronny and settled right in ecstasy ***** s . "What?" I asked with a smile and began to stroke his thighs and stomach after I had freed his testicles again. I was little at that
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