Becoming a philosopher gay/college

By Harry Broom

Published on Apr 20, 2024

Gay

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Becoming a Philosopher 23

Sven had spent three months in Cape Town completing his PhD dissertation and reconnecting with his friends Tom and Martin. It was a great experience and he was reluctant to return home. The story picks up in Karlstad and is written from Sven's perspective.

Nicolas was waiting at the airport to pick me up. He welcomed me at the arrivals gate with open arms and a huge smile. His curly red hair framed his boyish fair-skinned face. He told me that there was a lot he wanted to talk about. He took my bag and wheeled it to the car. I told him that I had a successful trip and that I submitted my dissertation, I also spoke about the great time I had with Tom and Martin and that I almost didn't return.

Nicolas' studies were going well, but he had stopped speaking to Ahmed. He told me that Ahmed and he met in the library and kissed a few times and that they also got their hands in each other's underwear and fondled each other's dicks. He was under the impression that Ahmed wanted to go further, so he invited Ahmed over one Saturday when everyone was away. He arrived after lunch and they sat around drinking Cokes in the lounge before they went up to his room.

"We stripped and Ahmed pushed me onto the bed face down. There was no kissing, and he spat on his hand to lube his dick. His dick was rock hard and dark brown. I was hard and I felt him push his thick dick into my arse. He was rough and slapped my arse hard. I let him in and he moved his hips fast and rammed his dick in and out. There was no tenderness. He hovered over my back, got hold of my neck, and started to choke me. It was difficult to breathe and I lost my erection and told him to stop. But he continued and I felt him come in my arse. We cleaned up and I told him to leave. He didn't say much, but I knew that I wasn't interested in this kind of guy and he reminded me of my tennis coach."

When Nicolas saw Ahmed on campus he told him he wasn't interested in talking. He was very upset initially, but he never spoke to anyone. He had bruises on his neck which he found difficult to explain. I told him that I was sorry and that we should speak to the Gay and Lesbian organisation, which his former principal was an organiser. But Nicolas said that he'd just steer clear of the creeps like Ahmed. I admired his resilience and was attracted to my Swedish ginger.

Our house was empty, my mother and grandmother were visiting my sister at her military base in the north. Nicolas said that my mother desperately needed a break from the work she was doing with refugee communities. The house was quiet and Nicolas switched on the TV. I was keen to get a quick update on Swedish news. Nic went to the kitchen to make supper. I joined him in the kitchen after the news, hugged him, and told him that I missed him. Nic reached up and gave me a deep kiss and told me that he wouldn't forget what Tom had done for him. I asked him if he had seen his family, but they still refused his calls. Nic was very happy here with my mom and grandmother and they kept him on his toes. He walked the dog, but that was about the only regular job he had.

He wished that there was more he could do around the house to help.

After supper, we played a game of cards, but I was exhausted after the long journey and we soon called it a night. I felt much better after a shower, and I smelled nicer too. I was changing into my sleep shorts when Nic knocked and asked if he could sleep with me. I had always been hesitant, but his boyish looks as well as my fondness for him made it easy to say yes. He ran and jumped up onto me, almost causing me to lose my balance. We kissed and I lay him down on the bed. Nic had grown while I was away and he had developed some muscle, and his dick was tenting in his sleep shorts.

I told Nic about the evening I handed my dissertation in. I was with Tom and Martin and felt so content and safe and a feeling of happiness washed over me that night. We were in a pub at the time, but at that moment I wished that we were all back in the apartment in the double bed. Tom had his arm around me and whispered how proud he was of me.

It was late and we called an Uber to take us home. I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on to make some coffee, and Tom and Martin called me to join them in the shower. They were being silly and squeezed the olive-scented gel onto me and started to create a lather. Their hands wandered all over my body and Martin massaged my hole. Tom massaged my chest and his hands went down to my dick and balls. It felt very good, and I moaned. Tom kissed me and Martin came up behind me and rubbed his dick on my lower back. I felt Martin's dick being pushed into my arse and I relaxed to make his entry easier. Tom slowly wanked me. Tom had gone right in, and I felt his balls against my arse as he slowly moved his hips. His dick got my prostate, and my body shivered each time. I was so aroused that my cum shot into Tom's mouth. A minute or two later Martin's dick started throbbing and he pulled out and unloaded on my back. I pulled Tom towards me and started wanking Tom who shot his load onto me in seconds.

Nicolas lay on his back listening to my story while he slowly wanked my dick. I turned to him and kissed him deeply and told him that I would be so happy if he visited Tom and Martin.

"You will like Martin. Martin is a quiet person and a deep thinker and like Tom, tends to philosophise at times., he's a lot like my grandmother."

Nic snuggled up to me and had his arm over my chest, he kissed me and told me how he appreciated being close to me. He had so many lousy encounters with guys, but he felt safe with me. He moved onto my body and rubbed his dick against mine. I was hard and ran my fingers through Nic's red curls.

We took our sleep shorts off and were naked together. I went down and took Nic's dick into my mouth it was short and stiff, and he had good girth. I nestled my nose in his red public hair and fingered his hole at the same time. Nic told me to stop and moved down and took my dick in his mouth.

"Hey Swedish boy, l really like you," he said.

He played with my foreskin with his tongue and used his hand to wank me. I was so aroused that I ejaculated in his mouth. I moved down and took his dick in my mouth and pleasured him till he came. We kissed and shared each other's cum.

We lay next to each other and I told Nicolas about my time in Langabaan. We had a huge hotel room. It had two king-sized double beds and a small lounge area. One evening Martin and Tom came out of the shower, I was lying on my bed with a book in my hands when they split up and launched onto the bed from either side. I dropped my book and raised my hands to defend myself. Tom grabbed me from behind and held me while Martin went down and sucked my dick. I laughed and pretended to fight them off. Tom was hard and lay under me with his dick pressed again his back. I'm ticklish and laughed a lot.

Martin stopped sucking and I came up and gave him a deep kiss. Tom nibbled Martin's ear and eventually, we arranged ourselves into a daisy chain with Martin still sucking my dick. I stopped them and told them that I wanted to taste Martin and slowly began to suck his dick. Martin squirmed and almost came. Tom was behind my arse playing with his hole with my tongue. We moved into a daisy chain again and Martin blasted off in my mouth setting off a chain reaction. That night I shared the bed between Martin and Tom.

The next morning I was up first and made breakfast. I wasn't wearing any clothes and Nic joined me. Nic had his sleep shorts on and told me how beautiful I looked. We showered after breakfast and I enjoyed washing Nic's body He soaped my hair and we wanked each other and shot onto each other's bodies. Nic was running late and had to rush off to his first lecture.

I got a call from the gender studies department. I had applied for a tutoring position while I was in Cape Town, they wanted me to come for an interview that afternoon, as one of the staff members had left unexpectedly.

The interview went well. I spoke about my work in African philosophy and gender, I also told them about the course on the philosophy of sex that I tutored on. I spoke about my own sexual identity and my interest in violence in gay relationships. They liked my thinking and said I could start the following week, and agreed to attend lectures to get a feel for the course and students.

I was very excited and called Tom to share the news, I also told him about Nicolas and said it would be great if he and Martin visited sometime. My mom and grandmother were home and welcomed me. They were delighted that I had submitted my PhD and that I already found a job at Karlstad University. They hugged me and my mother said that she was glad that I was doing well, and that Nicolas had gone through a rough patch and couldn't wait for me to return from South Africa. I told her that we had spoken about things and that I was glad to be back home with him.

Nic arrived in time for dinner and it was good to have everyone around the table. They reported that my sister worked in a remote place and that It was extremely cold there, but that she was very happy there. Nic told us about his day and that he had decided to join the university volleyball club. I told them about the interview with the gender studies department and that I would start getting up earlier.

I had already turned the lights off when Nic came through the interleading door and asked if he could come in. I was glad that he was with me and kissed him once he got in. My dick was hard with anticipation and I kissed his neck and went down to suck his nipples. I could feel his erection through my sleep shorts and we soon removed the cotton barrier. I was on top of him and rubbed my dick against his. He gripped my dick and held it together with his and wanked me. I kissed him and he asked me to fuck him, but I first wanted to get his stocky little dick in my mouth. I went down and sucked him until he told me to stop.

I got the lube out, lifted his legs, and started to lube his hole, I kissed his thighs and wet my dick. I slowly pushed my dick into his hole. Nic was quiet, and I asked him if he was okay. And he told me it felt good. I leaned down and kissed my ginger boy and he smiled at me. I began to thrust my hips in and out and he let out a groan of pleasure as he licked his lips. I used my one hand to wank Nic at the same time. Having my dick inside Nic felt good, and I could feel him tightening and loosening his muscles. Nic said that he was coming and he shot his load onto his channel. I thrust more slowly and with more intent and I felt my dick throbbing inside Nic and I shot my load. It was incredible and lay half on top of him and kissed him all over his face.

Afterward, Nic said that it was wonderful, but he worried that I would hurt him. I kissed him again and said "never." I slipped off Nicolas and we lay next to each other in silence. I thought about our journey, rescuing him for Lake Vänern, saving him from an abusive father, and taking him into our family. Nicolas had grown, become more confident, and developed better social skills. Nic played with my flaccid dick and we fell asleep.

Nicolas' phone phone rang at about four in the morning. It was his mother, who hadn't been in touch since he was thrown out. His father had a heart attack at around midnight and died when they got to the hospital. He was a little bewildered and took a minute to take in the news, and told his mother that he would return home to be with the family. Nic got up and took a quick shower, packed a bag, said goodbye, and made his way to Stoghall. He didn't want me to accompany him and said it would be best that I stay away.

Nic was away for a week, but he checked in every day. Nicolas refused to attend prayer meetings and prayers but rather focused on the practical arrangements for the funeral. His siblings were glad to have him home. Things were tense between Nic and his mother, she wanted him to repent and return to the Church but he refused.

Nic realised, soon after he was banished, that his late father was a bully and that his religion made him a bigot. Nicolas helped with the funeral for his mother's sake but found it difficult, as he had never forgiven his father for the way he had treated him.

Next: Chapter 24


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