We wandered about half an hour along the river in this remote area. I laid my arm around his shoulder and his arm came around my naked waist. He often stroked over my bare back, as if to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. He stopped when we came back to the car and he, as I have previously offered him, dreamingly touched my penis and my balls and I showed him, how much I enjoyed this tenderness. I again kissed his lips before we got back in the car, where I dressed again.

We arrived at a small house in cottage style, with an adjacent orchard surrounded by a wall. Of course I couldn’t see all this by first sight, especially not at night, but that’s how it was. Entering the corridor I could see an old fashioned kitchen, but we went directly into the living-room instead. Old wooden furniture gave the entire room an air of a museum. The walls between the bookshelves and cupboards were covered with boys‘ pictures. No fashionable boy-models but pictures of normal boys as can be found everywhere. As I found out later, he was a retired teacher in a catholic boy’s school for higher learning and the pictures were portraits of his favorite alumni, whose graduation made him proud. Some of the portraits were signed and dedicated with respect and gratefulness. Here he spent his days and nights in reminiscence of past office and glory. I looked round, very interested indeed, read some of the dedications and he casually gave me some information on one or the other portrait.

He offered me to sit down wherever I wanted and I chose a seat on the big plush sofa that looked so old fashioned and cozy. I smiled at him and hoped that he would sit beside me but he was busy preparing tea and bringing cups and saucers, and sugar and milk and teaspoons and finally the tea itself: Darjeeling First flush.

I suddenly felt the authority of the learned man and his wise demeanor and the abundance of knowledge he could teach his juvenile audience. He could have been the director of the institute and indeed, as I found out later, he was. Not a bad feeling for a schoolboy, having kissed a school director on his lips while he pressed me naked to his body. I could also understand his embarrassment about letting himself be so carried away by his unfathomable affection towards this harmless, albeit very cute strange boy.

Finally sitting in a plush armchair opposite the sofa and stirring our second cup of tea, he fell in a friendly and peaceful silence to give me the opportunity to tell him something about myself.

It wasn’t easy, but in his case and in his case only, it was easier than with the rest of the world. It was his affection that was perceptible in every word and every look of him. It was his decency that impressed me deeply and it was his timelessness he exuded in his clothing and his house and its furnitures and in his friendly eyes.

I told him that I always felt the urge to undress in front of men and I got aroused by their looks over my naked body, which I showed them in clear sight, from short distance, without hiding or concealing anything. I even stood there with my legs apart to let them see every detail out of a distance of six feet, nine feet, never more. I never confront young men. Always elderly gentlemen, who were sympathetic to me. There hardly ever were angry or hostile looks. Practically never. Most looks were friendly, sometimes thoughtful, often admiring, be it for the cuteness, be it for the courage to expose myself to strangers. Often the looks were openly horny. From many of those looks I could easily read, what the person in question would like to do with me. This is not necessarily scary. Sometimes I can clearly guess, that what they would do to me, was not only pleasurable for them, but also for me in the first place. Sometimes I can see, that they try to guess my innermost secret desires and they do everything to let these desires become reality.

„Such a beautiful thought I’ve read in your mind.“ I finished.

He was silent. I was silent. He polished his glasses. His glasses have never been cleaner than before he had started polishing them.

„Please, “ he said without connecting passage, “please, show me your naked body.“

I was surprised, but in a very positive way. He smiled and I smiled and again he found my wishes. I stood up and stood right in front of his armchair. I startet to open my shirt and my belt and slowly began to drop piece by piece. Not in the sense of a striptease, but with the stimulatory elation looking forward to get rid of all the clothing. When I stood there barenaked, my penis was half erected, standing in a horizontal position, just five inches away from my friends face. I was so happy that I did something that I have never done before: I started to carress my own skin with both of my hands from my thighs up over the genitals, over my tummy to my chest and back in a very seductive way. He liked it. He knew exactly that I did this for him alone.

He got up from his armchair and began opening buttons and belt himself and undressing. It took longer than taking off my clothes, because he wore a tie and more distinguished parts. I helped him in holding his hand when he stood on one foot only. Slowly he touched me by my shoulders and moved me to his body. Here we stood kissing very adult kisses, chest to chest, belly to belly and penis to penis.