by N. Schwalbe
Luca did not hesitate to give them one.
»I like you’re sticking by your inclinations,« the older woman said, surprising them.
»Really?«
»Yes,« the woman emphasized, »Everyone should live the way he wants to and in your films you can still play the hero.«
»Thank you very much,« Luca said, tipping against his cap.
The women smiled and left.
After lunch, they went to the polar bears, penguins and seals and, finally, arrived at the lions which lay in the sun making no effort to do something.
»In nature, lions also lazily lie around in the sun,« Benno explained. »Only the females chase their prey.«
»Well, then they are at least the first who get something to eat,« Maja interjected but Benno shook his head. »No. The females only catch the prey but the male is allowed to eat first.«
»That’s mean,« Maja said angrily.
»That’s nature. Men are just the fittest!«
»Exactly,« Luca said, »And therefore, I propose to go into the souvenir shop and everyone looks for something. We urgently need a reminder of this wonderful day.«
Tom pulled a face. »That’s too expensive, Luca.«
»Don’t talk! You’ve heard, in nature men are the fittest,« Luca joked.
»And what am I?« Tom burst out.
»Daddy is also a man,« Penny said seriously.
Luca disheveled her hair, smiling. »That’s right, Penny. Your Dad is your breadwinner and I’m responsible for the gifts.«
»You needn’t buy us anything,« Maja said, »We like you anyway!«
Luca opened his mouth in surprise.
Tom turned away and pinched Luca’s butt impishly.
»Okay, young lady, then, we’re having a deal. Everyone is picking a souvenir and in return, you’ll invite me for dinner tonight. What do you think?«
Maja thought about it, while Penny was already jumping up and down.
»Okay, deal!« Maja said and gave Luca a high-five.
8
»Alright then, I’ll have this damn enema. At least I know then, how Zoe must have felt before she gave birth to our kids. It won’t be too bad.« Tom disappeared in the bathroom and returned ten minutes later with a deeply red head, his towel easily curved around his hips.
Luca sat on the bed only dressed in jeans and smiled towards Tom. »Mmm, you smell delicious, yummy!«
»After this shit I had to shower again,« Tom said slightly annoyed.
»That bad?«
»That stuff is burning in the ass like fire,« Tom said, »although I’ve seldom felt that empty and clean.«
Luca grinned. »A piece of ginger root or curd soap will do it, too, if the pharmacy might be closed.«
Tom frowned. »Ginger? But that stuff is hot like hell.«
»Yes. And it clears certain paths. Of course, this burning has an additional stimulus a lot of guys fancy.« Luca patted on the bedcover.
Tom got rid of his towel and waggled coquettishly with his hips. »I think I’ll wait a while with certain experiments. I’m new in this business.«
Luca ran his hand over Tom’s chest. »New and innocent, but trust me, you don’t want to know about anything men do with each other, let alone trying it out.«
»Why?«
»Well,« Luca hummed and hawed, »That goes from dog masks over love swings up to fists…«
»In the ass?« Tom squealed shocked and clenched his buttocks.
Luca threw his head back and laughed. »Yes, they put the fist in the ass. That what straights also do with their women’s pussies, and the lords of creation try out themselves at their accessible body orifices.«
Tom wheezed. »I would have never had the idea to stick my fist somewhere into my wife. And honestly, I don’t want to be hit by a fist either – neither in the face nor in my bottom.«
»Don’t worry, I’m also no friend of fisting. A few additional love toys are alright, but no SM-games. I’m rather the well-behaved missionary.«
»A well-behaved missionary?« Tom repeated lecherous and slid over to Luca.
Luca ran his hand down Tom’s back directly to his ass. Then, he leaned forward letting his tongue follow. »You smell wonderful,« he said purring. He let his tongue run between Tom’s spread-out buttocks and played around his rosette. He stretched it carefully with his tongue to prepare it for the approaching act.
Tom moaned lustfully into his pillow and, finally, came up on all fours.
But Luca did not dream of penetrating already and continued playing at the rosette.
»Please come in,« Tom beseeched him.
Luca bit in his muscles and put his finger into the anus. »Be patient! You’re not that far as yet. Besides, I would love to take you missionary.«
»So?«
»Yes, then, while taking you I can look into your face. Your rapt look is like a declaration of love.«
Tom grinned and turned on his back like a flash. »May I give you a blowjob first?«
»No,« Luca said provocatively, »But I can give you a blowjob.« He bent and played with Tom’s balls. Then, he worked his way forward to his waiting hard-on to pull back its foreskin. He ran over the glans tenderly and sucked at the dick so abruptly that Tom gasped. »Oh God!«
While he worked on Tom’s cock, he looked deeply into his eyes.
Tom writhed. »Oh, shit, I’m coming any minute.«
Luca pushed a second finger into his ass, let go of his wang and lifted his legs. Then, he penetrated and made them explode within minutes.
Ding-dong.
Tom stretched besotted. He felt no desire to stand up.
Ding-dong.
The doorbell rang again so he slipped into his shorts and ran down the stairs.
The postwoman stood in front of the door waiting patiently.
»Good morning, Mr Weidemeyer, I have a registered letter for you!«
Tom signed the receipt and took the letter.
It was from an attorney.
He tore at the envelope and discovered the divorce papers.
Zoe let no time pass by.
His heart sank.
Now, he felt like a loser.
They had happy times, very happy times.
They had loved each other very much.
Now it was, as if nothing had taken place.
Tom went into the kitchen and got a coke. He fell on a chair like an old man and stared at the pile.
Wumm. Wumm. Wumm.
Luca came running down the stairs. »Tom?«
»Yes, I’m in the kitchen.«
Immediately, Luca saw that something was wrong. »Divorce papers?« He caressed Tom’s shoulder. »I haven’t got a divorce by now, but I can imagine that’s a depressing feeling.«
Tom raised his head. »If you know how strong your feeling of elation is on your wedding day, you have to visualize the opposite and you know approximately how lousy you feel getting divorced.«
»Don’t you have to proof a whole year of separation?«
»Yes, but as I know Zoe she’ll twist the story so that it fits,« Tom replied. »Do you want to drink something, too?«
»I’d love to.«
Tom went to the fridge. »Beer, wine, sekt, coke, water or juice?«
»A coke would be great.« Luca sat down. »Will you sign?«
»Yes. Did you know that Coca Cola was sold in pharmacies as a potency and medicine for headaches up to Nineteen-hundred-three? It also contained cocaine,« Tom said, raising his bottle.
»Cocaine?«
»Yes, but then, they had to exchange it for the coca plant.«
»Is that caffeine?«
»Yes.«
Luca looked at his bottle, lost in thought. »What if we split up? Would your wife still want to get a divorce?« He did not reveal whether he would take this variation seriously into consideration.
Tom looked at him no less serious. »If we split up, I would stay on my own. Zoe and I won’t get together anymore. The thing with you and m
e can’t be undone. Zoe is hurt, angry and disappointed. She says I’ve betrayed our love and the bond of trust between her and me is broken.«
»Do you think so, too?«
Tom shrugged. »Sometimes, I think so, too. And then, I remember what Benno’s teacher said to me. Love searches its own way. It’s not taxable and certainly not rational.« He returned to the table. »I don’t think there’ll be other men except you. Normally, I’m not interested in men. Probably, I would live on my own for the rest of my life, if that with us would fail.«
»That with us…how that sounds,« Luca said thoughtfully. »What is ›that with us‹?«
»I don’t dare saying we have a close relationship. Perhaps you’ll find out soon that I’m not enough for you and that you can’t refrain from other taut men?« Tom sipped at his bottle. »After all, I’ve got four kids!«
»Are there other taut men outside there?« Luca joked. »I haven’t noticed as yet.« He bent and kissed Tom. »Queers are as capable of having a relationship as straights. Homosexuality does not automatically put human needs out of action. And your kids are a gift of heaven.«
»Yes, they are,« Tom said. Nervously, he played with his bottle. »You know, my whole life I haven’t wasted a single thought on men. I’ve always fancied women. Breasts are great, pussies, too. I’ve always wanted to live in a partnership raising kids.«
»Oh,« Luca stared out of the window, »I was already in love with our neighbor’s boy at the age of eight.«
»I wasn’t. That’s why I nearly fell over backwards as I saw you for the first time and…« Tom was looking for the right words, «Felt this subliminal tickling inside, felt this desire to touch you, to run through your hair and to paw your chest.«
Luca smiled. »Then, I was born under a lucky star, wasn’t I? A little win in the lottery.«
»Yeah, that you are.« Tom replied his smile. »And what does the lucky guy do now with his dropped catch?«
»Clinging to it and never give it back again,« Luca ceremoniously said.
Tom raised his brows in disbelief.
»You’re still not believing that I don’t belong to those men who have to screw around everywhere and as much as possible, don’t you? I don’t fancy acquaintances in cruising-parks where men give each other a hand job. I’ve never needed that thrill.« Luca took the divorce papers. »May I?«
»Yes.«
Luca ran his eyes over the first lines. »Zoe wants to keep you common custody, but the kids are supposed to live with you. Have you seen this?«
Tom shook his head. »No, but that’s very interesting,« he bent and read the line Luca was pointing to. »God, I’m relieved.« Tom kissed Luca’s cheek.
»And you’re absolutely sure you wanna have a partnership with me?«
Luca kissed his hand. »Nothing better than that. I don’t want another man. I’m monogam.«
»That sounds as if this is not usual with queers,« Tom said surprised.
»Well,« Luca hesitated, »as far as I know, queers aren’t as strict about faith as straights.«
»When I’m thinking about having sexual contact with several people I don’t have to tie myself down.«
»That’s exactly my point of view, but nevertheless, men don’t take that subject very seriously.«
»I can’t imagine that sexual identity has to do with the question whether someone is able to tie down to someone for a longer time without being unfaithful. Look at lesbians! A lot of them stay together for a lifetime.«
»Then, only men don’t belong to the swans,« Luca joked.
»Sometimes, I’d love to be a swan.«
»Then, let’s try it...my swan!«
***
Tom slipped into his uniform and passed the bridge to go to the reception. None of the colleagues were keen on that job where they had to listen to all kinds of complaints of the inhabitants. But since most of his colleagues shunned him like a leper recently, he preferred sitting at the reception on his own to work in peace.
After half an hour, Maik dropped by. »Tom, do you still want to contribute to our coffee checkout?«
»Why do you ask?«
Maik shrugged.
»I’ve been working at this police station for six years now and I haven’t omitted drinking coffee for one single month, so why should I do it now? Only because I’m together with a man?«
Maik avoided his look.
Hans dropped by. »Any problems?«
»No,« Tom said whipping out his money purse. »Unless, my money is contaminated at once and you don’t want to have it in your checkout.«
Hans choked and coughed.
Tom got ready to help him out but then he suppressed the impulse and stayed seated.
Maik looked at Tom’s hands doubtfully.
»I quite wash my hands after shitting and taking a leak,« Tom said brusquely, »I also wash my ass after screwing,« he added snappy, »Oh, and I forgot, the day before yesterday, I also washed and rinsed my ass before screwing to keep the bed clean.«
Maik turned with a face as if he puked any moment.
Hans, who could breath again, raised his hand. »No details, please!«
»Do you think it goes differently with Luca and me than with you and your wife?«
Hans looked at him in surprise. »We hardly have any sex.«
»Then, do get a few little toys for the bed. I’m sure that stimulates your sex life again.« Tom ignored Maik’s gestures and put a ten-mark bill into the checkout.
»Recently, I wanted to...into her ass...you know,« Hans said waggling his head, »But she immediately bellyached.«
Tom made a face. »You should allow her a certain preparation. After all, such a sphincter is meant to close down. A litte lubricant, one to two fingers…«
»Stop that!« Maik called and fled annoyed.
Hans stayed interested and gave the impression that he wanted to say something. He opened his mouth but at this moment, Jan waved from the bridge with the receiver. »Tom, operation!«
Tom left the reception to go to the back.
»Your son is standing on the roof of his school,« Jan said excited.
Tom grabbed his cap and flitted out of the police station. Hans followed, as well as Maik and Timo. They roared through the streets with two patrol cars and, finally, arrived at the school.
Dozens of pupils were standing around, looking up in excitement. At the same time, the cart of the fire department arrived at the campus. The firemen streamed out of the vehicle like ants and spread out a huge safety sheet while one of their colleagues went on the head pulpit of the ladder.
Anton stood on the roof and looked down on them. Tom and Hans flitted into the building where they were received by the headmistress.
»Mr Weidemeyer, good you’re here! This is Dr. Gnaedig, our educational psychologist.«
Tom shook hands with both ladies and bluntly asked for directions to the roof.
Mrs Dante pointed to the staircase.
Without further ado, he started running.
Dr. Gnaedig followed him jogging, having troubles to keep up. »Mr Weidemeyer,« she said breathless, »before we will both go on the roof I should probably know whether something happened at home.«
Tom frowned. »My wife wants a divorce because I fell in love with a man with whom I’m going out now.«
Dr. Gnaedig opened her mouth. It was obvious that all kinds of thoughts were tumbling through her beautiful head.
»Can we go now?«
»Wait!« She took his arm. »One false remark, one false movement and he’ll jump. And I doubt that the safety sheet is going to ward off such a disaster. After all, the roof has a height of sixteen meters.«
»What do you propose?» Tom did not feel like small talk at all, he only wanted to get his son off the roof; on the other hand, he had no experiences with juveniles who wanted to commit suicide. These two suicide victims he had witnessed during his term of service, had been grown up – and both had not survived their leaps.
A young girl approached them.
»What is this, some kind of sit-in?« Tom asked gruffly.
The girl stopped abruptly, but Mrs Moehrensell nodded encouragingly.
»Anton has been on such a platform,« the girl reported breathlessly.
»What kind of platform?«
»One can arrange to commit suicide.«
Tom rolled his eyes.
This was getting worse!
His son did not just act in the heat of the moment but had planned this fuss. Actually, Tom belonged to those people who bought a rope for suicide victims, because he was of the opinion that one should not – and could not – stop those who wanted to put an end to their life. Now, his own son stood on the roof of the school and threatened to take his life. His son, who fell off the bike at the age of three and cut his lips, his son, who had lost a tooth playing football, his son, whom he had rubbed talcum powder on each single chickenpox.
Tom rubbed his face. »Okay, what do you propose, Dr. Gnaedig?«
The young woman looked back at him unhappily. »The problem is that Anton is deeply going through puberty. He’s in the sexual finding phase. On the one hand, he has to swallow the separation of his parents which seems to have come out of nothing, on the other hand, he has to swallow that his father has sexually re-oriented.«
»So you think I should have chosen a better moment?« Tom said sarcastically.
Dr. Gnaedig shrugged helplessly. »Young children better cope with it than pubescents.« She turned to the girl. »Marie, have you noted anything else?«
Marie nodded embarrassed. »The other boys made fun of Anton.«
Mrs Moehrensell laid her hand on her shoulder. »What did they exactly say?«
Marie cast her eyes. »Anton is a queen and his father is…an ass bandit.«
Mrs Moehrensell thanked Marie and led her downstairs again.
Tom looked at the heavy steel door, taken aback. He did not dare looking into the psychologist’s face.
Dr. Gnaedig cleared her throat. »Mr Weidemeyer, we got to go outside there now.«
Tom looked up. »And what do we say? ›Hello Anton here is your queer father who has caused you big troubles and self-doubts with his selfishness? Kindly face up to the humiliation of other pupils, they are just stupid kids‹?«
Dr. Gnaedig pulled a face. »Anton has to live with the fact that you’ve decided to take the more complicated path.«