He was really nervous, they often are. I don't know how people perceive me but I feel like I'm sometimes intimidating without knowing how. Handsome, jaw length blonde blunt cut, exaggerated, expressive features like only Germans have, but not so extreme as to no longer be attractive, nervous, maybe that's just his energy. He flutters about the house, finishing up tasks while I strip and wait. He seems surprised by my nakedness, but not too offended as he quickly loses his shorts and begins kissing me. He has a nice body, very lean boy with sturdy legs and ass, again, as only Germans have and not too exaggerated proportions, striking. He hesitates removing his t-shirt but does, hairless white skin, a couple serious scars, surgery? They seem a bit misshapen for that, like stabbed with a blunt object or shark bite, medication patch, self conscious, self aware, comparing. He gets over it and falls into lust, kissing my face, grabbing my dick, a bit course, a bit rough, in that...
Today the Neues Museum. Like everyone else on the planet, I've been captivated by the beauty of the Nefertiti bust all my life but also fascinated by the process, how it was made, materials used and as the only so well preserved example of Egyptian art, also the only opportunity to maybe get a feel for those things. It's finally sunny out, warm but not quite enough for naked day at the park. Taxi to the museum. It's a lovely building displaying fragments of relics chronicling the habitation of the region as well as fragments of the museum itself so similar to plaster fragments of Egyptian temple walls assembled in place, missing bits filled in with plaster, so too fragments of the museum that was largely destroyed in WW2 float within a matrix of exposed brick or other new materials. Sadly I learn the museum once exhibited the only fully intact Egyptian temple to survive into modern times, sculptural details and polychrome decoration preserved like a mummy for cen...
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