in den Dünen

strandgut

a wish

a weekend in january

It was a gray day in January. I spent the weekend in my bungalow on the coast enjoying the wildness of the landscape. The last few days had been exhausting, filled with conferences, decisions to make, I had to weigh risks to get the company afloat again. But that was yesterday and far behind me, now I watched the sun as it tried to break the gray silvery haze and I felt great. Had a good breakfast and then went to the small sauna that I had built in last year, just right for such winter days. Through the window I saw the tall grass bending in the wind, birds fluttering around looking for hidden grains. I leaned back, enjoying the warmth, drops of sweat running down my chest, running around my navel and disappearing into the thick bush of my shame. My cock lay halfway over my left thigh. Sex, horniness? There had been nothing lately. Apart from quick masturbation in the shower I had not experienced anything for months, not even felt a desire. Maybe it was my age, was sex over 40 not that important anymore? But it was more likely that the work had superimposed everything else. But then I suddenly felt this desire for another body, another human being, warmth. My cock straightened up and I began to caress myself. It felt good and when I could not take it anymore in the hot sauna, I went outside, the erect limb in my hand. The cool wind felt good. I wandered up the dune a bit to take a look at the beach while continuing to masturbate, visible from afar.

At the top I saw them. Two young bodies rolled in the sand. No one else was there, it was just too early and the weather did not invite for walks. What could the two have brought here? But then I saw the wetsuits and the boards. I was a little embarrassed to watch the two, but their young, muscular bodies aroused me and I did not observe them secretly, was visible from afar.

I had never experienced such a thing in my youth and I was a little jealous of the two, who experienced something special there. Yes, I even felt excluded. I would never have dared to go nearer. They would have regarded me as a lustful old guy and maybe smiled mildly. I shook off those murky thoughts and concentrated on looking at their bodies more closely. I liked both of them. The blonde hairless had a perfect body and could have done any title cover for a magazine, but the darker, hairy boy was more sophisticated. He radiated pure sex. An insatiable young man with a huge member. A cupid.

I ejaculated when the two bodies grew more and more intense. My sperm splashed far out into the grass. I turned around and went back to my bungalow.

The sun was still shining from the sky when I returned to my beach hut. It was cold and I lit the fire in the fireplace again. I pulled off the damp clothes and put them on the bench by the fireplace to dry. There was this bottle of red wine I had opened yesterday. I went to the kitchen and took a glass and sat on the chair by the window.

There was no sound except the patter of the fireplace and I enjoyed the silence. Outside, the damp blades of grass covered with hoarfrost sparkling in the sun. My body absorbed the heat of the fire and relaxed. So I sat for a while, my head pleasantly empty. Nothing left from the irritations of the morning walk. The day after tomorrow I would return to the city in a relaxed state and hand over to everyday stress. The wine tasted good and I got up to give it another try. So naked, only with the shirt on, walking through the apartment was pleasant. To feel the wooden floor on the feet, the air all over. I got a light erection, touched me gently, ran my fingers through my pubic hair. More not now, but rather enjoy these moments and so I sat down on the chair again. Slowly the dusk set in and from the east clouds came closer at a reasonable speed. The wind freshened, the silence was over. I just sat and watched the spectacle.

As the sky continued to darken and violent sleet splashed against the window, I filled my glass again and again. The storm tore at the house until it began to vibrate. I got up to piss and realized that I was a bit unsteady, the walls of my hut seemed to come towards me. I should better have eaten something . As good as I tried to steer the beam, most of it went wrong, but I did not care about that in my foggy head. Now to bed, let yourself be lulled to sleep by the weather and a hot shower tomorrow.

But sleep was not really to think about. The sleet turned into a dense snow, the wind howled properly. I threw myself back and forth uneasily. The fire went out and immediately the cold crawled through the walls. I was just thinking if I should refill wood when it knocked on the door, yes hammered. I jumped up and went without thinking to the door which was knocked at even more urgently. When I opened the two young men of the other day stood there, soaking wet, trembling, slightly bent. "Can we please come in?" I let them in and quickly closed the door. "We were on the beach and wanted to surf, the storm came way too fast," the blonde. The dark thanked only with a short nod. Both trembled even harder. "Get undressed and put your clothes in front of the fireplace I'll start a fire" So at least I had something to do and could try to think clearly again. The alcohol was still working and I felt overwhelmed by the situation. "I'll make you some hot tea with rum. Now watch that you come out of the wet clothes" I went to the kitchen. My hands were shaking while preparing tea and I concentrated on the usual hand grips. There were noises coming from the room, they undressed. Neither said anything. "The wet underwear too," I said as I came back into the room with the tea.I handed them the bottle of rum and they poured themselves a strong bit. I sat down on my chair, the two of them perched on the small wooden bench that stood on the wall next to the fireplace. "Sorry to rob you like this, but we did not know where to go, our car is far away and then we saw the light you saved our lives!" A timid grin.

"We can`t do anything tonight, the weather is sure to have calmed down until morning, you stay here tonight, and tomorrow we'll see. " "Thanks," again the dark, "maybe you have something to wear for my friend and me?" Only now did I realize that I too was sitting naked in front of them. My cock responded instantly and I held my hands in my lap so they did not see it. God how beautiful they both had been when they slept together on the beach. "I'm not really into it," I said, "I've already worn everything, I'll get you towels, and then you'll lie down in my bed." The two looked at each other. "I'll stay here in the chair, don´t worry" That sounded lame, but I did not know how to behave, wavering between pleasure and paternal concern.

At first, the two did not want to accept it, but they were too exhausted to argue, and then went to bed fairly quickly. The bedroom had no door, which I had never needed before, was always alone here, and so I could see the two from my chair. They lay close together, whispering something softly. Then they fell asleep and I in my uncomfortable situation had to be well-fed, because I woke up from deep sleep as a violent gust crashed against the window. Quietly I got up and approached both of them. The blanket had slipped away and I looked at the blond's body, which was tightly wrapped around the dark ones. The flawless skin, the strong thighs, the firm ass.

I stood in the doorway and began to masturbate. Not how to masturbate to a porn, more like looking at an erotic picture. Gentle, thoughtful and demanding.

interlude

Es traf mich wie ein Schock als ich den riesigen Dildo am Strand entdeckte. Ich hatte nach dem Erlebnis am Morgen den ganzen Tag in meiner Strandhütte verbracht. Das Feuer prasselte im Kamin und ich kam endlich dazu zu lesen. Nach Jahren hatte ich mir wieder mal `Kafka am Strand` vorgenommen und es war noch genauso fesselnd wie beim ersten Lesen vor mehr als zehn Jahren. Nachdem ich mir etwas zu Essen gemacht hatte bekam ich Lust auf einen Spaziergang am Strand, wobei ich den Gedanken an die beiden jungen Männer beiseite drängte. Die Zeit der Abenteuer war vorbei. Aber ich schaute mich doch ständig um, wünschte sie mir heimlich herbei. Nicht nötig zu erwähnen, dass der Strand menschenleer war. Tapfer wanderte ich weiter, die Kälte kroch durch den dicken Pullover und die Jeans. Gerade als ich beschloss umzudrehen fand ich den Dildo.

Woher mochte das Ding kommen? Ich stellte mir fremdländische Matrosen vor die sich im Bauch ihres Schiffes, bei stampfenden Motoren, den riesigen Phallus in ihre Därme stopften. Johlende Kameraden um sie herum. Schweiß, Hitze, rotes Licht. Meine Güte. Was war bloß mit mir los? Mit einer unbequemen Erektion in der Hose ging ich langsam zurück. Ich würde das erloschene Feuer wieder entfachen und noch ein wenig lesen. Irgendwie war mir der Tag ein wenig verdorben von diesem Ding das nur tierische Geilheit in mir entfachte. Ein Glas Wein würde vielleicht helfen abzuschalten.

an island dream

Sie balgten ganz selbstvergessen im Sand und was als Spiel, als Kräftemessen junger Männer, begonnen hatte, entwickelte sich zu einem Liebesspiel. Es ging nicht mehr darum wer  die Oberhand behielt, denn als das Gelächter und die rauen Rufe langsam der Stille wichen, begannen sie die Wärme des jeweils anderen Körpers zu spüren. Jede Berührung entfachte Begehren und so ließen sie fast voneinander ab weil sie sich ihrer Lust schämten. Aber es war nun zu spät. Der Drang den anderen noch stärker, noch intensiver zu spüren wurde unwiderstehlich. Längst hatte sich das Blut in ihren jungen Schwänzen gestaut und sie begannen sich fest aneinander zu drücken, diese Erregung noch zu steigern. Dann fanden sich ihre Münder, ihre Zungen verwoben sich zu einer, ihr Stöhnen wuchs zu einer Stimme die laut über den Strand drang. Als sie sich entluden blieben sie noch eine Weile, überwältigt von diesen ganz neuen Gefühlen, liegen. Atemlos dem Meer lauschend. Plötzlich erwachsen.

angespült

beauté masculin

les bonbons

Je vous ai apporté des bonbons
Parce que les fleurs c'est périssable
Puis les bonbons c'est tellement bon
Bien que les fleurs soient plus présentables
Surtout quand elles sont en boutons
Mais je vous ai apporté des bonbons

J'espère qu'on pourra se promener
Que madame votre mère ne dira rien
On ira voir passer les trains
A huit heures je vous ramènerai
Quel beau dimanche pour la saison
Je vous ai apporté des bonbons

Si vous saviez ce que je suis fier
De vous voir pendue à mon bras
Les gens me regardent de travers
Y en a même qui rient derrière moi
Le monde est plein de polissons
Je vous ai apporté des bonbons

Oh oui Germaine est moins bien que vous
Oh oui Germaine elle est moins belle
C'est vrai que Germaine a des cheveux roux
C'est vrai que Germaine elle est cruelle
Ça vous avez mille fois raison
Je vous ai apporté des bonbons

Et nous voilà sur la Grand' Place
Sur le kiosque on joue Mozart
Mais dites-moi que c'est par hasard
Qu'il y a là votre ami Léon
Si vous voulez que je cède ma place
J'avais apporté des bonbons

Mais bonjour mademoiselle Germaine
Je vous ai apporté des bonbons
Parce que les fleurs c'est périssable
Puis les bonbons c'est tellement bon
Bien que les fleurs soient plus présentables . . .

le soleil

male beauty

des souvenirs

rencontre

aufrecht

harmony

die welt und ich

The World and I
This is not exactly what I mean
Any more than the sun is the sun,
But how to mean more closely
If the sun shines but approximately?
What a world of awkwardness!
What hostile implements of sense!
Perhaps this is as close a meaning
As perhaps becomes such knowing.
Else I think the world and I
Must live together as strangers and die–
A sour love, each doubtful whether
Was ever a thing to love the other.
No, better for both to be nearly sure
Each of each–exactly where
Exactly I and exactly the world
Fail to meet by a moment, and a word.

Laura Riding

impression

ein moment am strand

inviting

am morgen