Something Special - Ch. 1

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Panic around the campfire

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The sun was already pretty low on this beautiful and not too hot summer day when I slowly turned towards Shower moving. In an hour my friends David and Lars wanted to pick me up to drive to our quarry pond where a big party was supposed to take place today. As is so often the case in summer, I always helped my parents in the afternoon in the garden on weekends because I was 19 years old and still lived at home due to my studies. Sometimes it was the lawn that had to be mowed or the hedges trimmed.

Last year my father and I built a cozy garden shed that almost looked like a small holiday home. It consisted of a stable foundation and was lined with wooden slats made of Nordic spruce, which were fastened across the sides. The small veranda in front of the house offered space for a small table with 2 deck chairs. Due to the protruding roof, the sun didn't always get there, so that on the really hot days you could be in the shade. There was also a small extension with a shower that could even supply warm water with its own water supply and a boiler.

Inside, it was quite spacious with its 5 square meters by 4 meters and accordingly it offered space for a 3-part table with 10 comfortable rattan chairs, which could easily be stacked on top of each other and placed on one side of the hut, so that more than that Half of the interior was usable as a large area. In one corner there was a bar with 3 stools and thanks to the power supply we built in, it had a normal refrigerator that was actually always filled with beer, cola and mineral water. There was also a small mini system for music. On the wall across from the bar there were 2 hanging cabinets which were filled with plates, cups and glasses. Underneath there was a sideboard, which was also made by us from light wood, for eating and barbecue cutlery,

On some weekends, casual meetings for barbecues or simple game evenings were held here, where there was plenty of alcohol, but it was never frivolous, because my parents, although still quite young at 44 and 46 years of age, made no move, sometimes sexually " next to it "to behave. Not that they were prudish or even judged it, they just didn't feel like it.

I took off my clothes that were sweaty from gardening and turned on the shower tap, not quite as warm but not too cold either. I briefly considered whether I should shave my private parts. Not that there was a lot of hair at the moment, because I had already shaved the week before. However, I decided to remove the short but very stubbly hair, also in the sense that shaving brought me a feeling of relaxation and a little horniness, which I then just gave in from time to time. When I got completely undressed into the shower, closed the sliding door behind me, I didn't want to put the whole bathroom under water,