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Becoming a Philosopher 30
Eckhardt speaks...
I stood in the shower, the hot water beating down on my head. I squeezed some shampoo into the palm of my hand and soaped my hair. I poured the shower gel onto my chest and washed it into a lather caressing my chest. As I washed my arse, I thought about Ariel and his gym body and cleaned between my legs. I turned the water off and dried my hair as I stepped out of the shower. I dried my body and got dressed.
Ariel and I were alone in the apartment, and I helped him pack the last of his things. I agreed to help him move into his cottage and to set it up. We arrived at the house just before ten. The cottage had a separate entrance, but we rang the doorbell, and the owner of the house showed us around. It was a one-room space, with a double bed, a desk and couch, and a coffee table. There was a microwave, a small fridge, and a sink in a corner which served as the kitchen. The bathroom was newly renovated and it had a basin, toilet, and spacious shower. The apartment looked quite comfortable. The only downside is that there was no view with the windows all looking out onto the neighbour's white wall. Ariel said that it was affordable and comfortable enough for the meantime. The proximity to the university was another big plus, and Tom and Martin's apartment was only minutes away.
I helped Ariel unpack and I washed the shower floor for him. We headed out to the local supermarket and bought a new kettle and basic groceries to set up. Ariel said that if the coffee was good, he would be happy.
Ariel closed the door and the curtains and suggested that we test the mattress. I was horny, as he had been flirting with me the entire afternoon. We both stripped down to our underwear and stood next to the bed hugging and kissing. My rock-hard dick rubbed against his and he licked one of my nipples. He pushed me towards the bed, and I fell onto my back as he pulled off my boxers. My dick was parallel to my stomach as he went down on his knees and engulfed me in his soft mouth. He moved his head up and down and I had to push him off before I came. I pushed him over and pulled off his undies. His cut dick was hard as hell and oozing precum. I licked it off and took his head into my mouth. Ariel squirmed and gently ran his fingers through my hair. I loved the peculiar taste of his dick in my mouth.
Ariel reached to the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of lube and handed it to me and asked me to fuck him. He moved onto his back and lifted his legs into the air. I used the lube to wet his hole and liberally smeared the lube onto my dick. I was on my knees and stuck my head into his waiting hole. It went in easily and I slipped my entire dick in and began to thrust. Ariel moaned as he loosened his muscles. I could feel my balls against his arse as he asked me to fuck him harder. I was no anal expert, but this felt good, and I knew that I would not be able to last long. Ariel used his hand to wank himself and I felt his arse tighten as he shot his load. I pounded him hard, and I felt my balls contract as I shot my load in his arse. I leaned down my stomach squishing the cum between us and kissed him deeply. Ariel said that it was great, and the bed worked well. I continued to lie on top of him breathing heavily, I loved the closeness of my body on his.
Ariel and I took a shower together washing each other's bodies. We were both hard again, but I needed to get back to attend a function with Marisa. Later that night I got a message from Ariel thanking me for helping him with the move and set up. He also told me that he was developing feelings for me. I sent him a heart emoji and said I'd be in touch.
I thanked Tom, Martin, and Marisa for taking me in and getting me back on track and packed my stuff and returned to the residence. I knew that I would miss them, but I guessed that they needed their space. Besides, it wasn't long before Sven and Nicolas would be visiting.
That evening, I got a call from security. Ariel was at the residence entrance. He had come to visit me and wanted to talk. I went downstairs and I took him up to my room. My roommate was out so we sat talking in the room. He wanted to know if I would be interested in moving in with him, he had cleared it with his landlord, and I would on have to pay R1 000 per month on rental. I wasn't sure and said that I would need to think it over. I was worried that staying together would take me away from my studies. I invited him to Marios for supper, and we walked down the block together.
Ariel spoke about David. David had left the Yeshiva and they had gone out for some time. Ariel told me that David was very sexual and enjoyed intimacy. He was heartbroken when David left him and returned to his ultra-orthodox community in Jerusalem, but he understood the bonds he had and the pressure he was under. I told him that I had recently come out to my parents and had no intention of returning to a closeted life.
Mario welcomed us and sat us down at the usual corner table, where we decided to share pasta and have dessert. The food was top-class, and the atmosphere was festive, as many students frequented the place on weekends. Mario had a solo artist performing, who mainly played 70s and 80s cover versions. He was good, and Russel joined us for a drink during one of his breaks. I only drank one beer as I had an early lecture the next morning and couldn't be late. I was tempted to return to Ariel's cottage, but I didn't give in to my desire and went back to the residence.
I didn't sleep well that night. My roommate's snoring kept me awake and I couldn't get Ariels' strong Hebrew accented invite out of my head. I was exhausted the next morning and made it to my lecture just in time. I sat next to Joel, and he agreed to meet in between lectures to talk about Ariel's offer. We looked at the pros and cons, the major con being that the cottage was very small, and that Ariel and I would be on top of each other. I decided to wait before making the decision. I needed to get to know Ariel better and see that cottage again.
I met Ariel at the end of the day, and we walked back to his cottage. Ariel had a surprise for me. His landlord had offered him an alternative cottage on the property which had a separate bedroom and lounge. It was super and decided that I would move in with Ariel. But there was still one impediment that I wanted to get out of the way. I needed to know whether Ariel was a Zionist and uncritical of Israel. Ariel laughed and told me to relax. He had just finished three years of national service with the Israeli Defence Force and was very critical of violent solutions to problems. "Why do you think I want to study peace studies next year?" I kissed Ariel and asked him if I could move in on the weekend, he agreed on the condition that I slept over.
Ariel speaks...
Eckhardt was growing on me (in more ways than one). He was on the earnest side and could laugh a bit more, but he did relax when he was familiar with a place or people. By the sounds of things, he had a rather strict upbringing, and he was learning to push, and break, boundaries. He was beautiful. I loved his blond curls and his sharp blue eyes. His body was covered with fine blond hair, and in many ways, his features were still quite boyish. Eckhardt was very literal and couldn't always read the underlying message easily. Some people might say he was on the spectrum, but I doubted that.
Eckhardt agreed to sleep over, and we carried all my stuff from the old cottage to the new cottage. He helped me hang the curtain in the lounge while I made us some scrambled eggs on toast for supper. It was a hot evening and he had removed his shirt. I kept trying to catch glances of his beautiful torso from the kitchen area.
We had set up the new cottage quickly, as I didn't have much stuff. The new cottage shower was also recently renovated and very spacious, and we tested it out after doing the dishes. Both Eckhardt and I were erect. His dick was parallel to his stomach, as he took a clean towel out of the cupboard. My erect dick tended to point forwards and was parallel to the ground. I took the opportunity and squeezed Eckhardt's arse cheeks as he walked ahead of me. He mumbled: "Randy boy" as he turned on the shower, took the gel, and started to soap me. I kissed his nipples and grabbed his dick in my right hand and slowly wanked him. Eckhardt got his hand behind my arse and washes my hole. His fingers slipped in, and he played there for a while. I loved the feeling of his large hands squeezing my arse.
My tongue explored Eckhardt's mouth and played with his. It was intense and I wanted my body to be part of his. Eckhardt's fingers played with my ears, and he massaged my head. My hand was around his dick as I wanked him and he did the same to me. My body shuddered as I shot blobs of cum onto Eckhardt, and I felt his dick stiffen in my hand as he emptied his load onto me. Our arms were wrapped around each other, and our bodies touched under the water flowing over us.
We slept like babies that night, and Eckhardt had to get up early and get back to the residence to get ready for the day. He decided to move out on the weekend. He would lose two months of rent, but he reckoned staying with me was worth it. I was happy that I wasn't going to be staying alone, and I did want to get to know Eckhardt better. I loved the sensual aspects of our relationship, and I knew that Eckhardt was into touch and intimacy as well.
After moving his possessions in, Eckhardt and I joined Jan and Joel in Kirstenbosch Gardens, where we had a picnic lunch. After lunch, we lay under the shade of an old oak tree. My head was on Eckhardt's stomach and bopped every time he spoke. Joel and Eckhardt had a lot to say to each other as they didn't get much time to talk at lectures. Joel got all our attention when he spoke about erogenous zones in the human body. Jan said that his feet and ears were incredible for him. He also liked it when someone played with his armpits. Eckhardt said that any touch on any part of his body turned him on, but that he enjoyed it when someone played with his inner thighs. Joel liked it when someone licked behind his ears and breathed on his neck.
"Joel, you know how to get a conversation going, and to get it hot.' Eckhardt said.
Jan told Eckhardt that he hadn't seen anything yet and that Joel kept him on his toes every day. There was a lot of laughter and Joel said that he did love Jan's toes. Jan blushed and slapped Joel playfully. Jan reminded me of the men who had grown up on Kubutzes, he was earthy and close to the land. He was a straight talker and someone who didn't beat about the bush.
Joel and I went on a walk up the mountain and left Eckhardt and Jan to talk. Joel was a worldly-wise guy. He had travelled extensively with his parents and had been exposed to different thinking. Even though he had been at a conservative high school he had read widely and had a liberal way of seeing the world. He was Jewish in name only. He had been brought up orthodox, but in a very secular world. He knew his prayers, traditions, and history but didn't attach too much importance to them. He saw himself as a person liberated from the shackles of religion and identified as gay. Joel quizzed me and was eager to better understand what made me tick. He wanted to know my motivation for choosing South Africa and not the States or Australia. He wanted to know what my interests were – essentially what made me tick. I found Joel a little precocious and a bit of a know-all and knew that I didn't like him much. But I knew that I would have to give him a chance.
We packed up the picnic blanket and made our way home. Eckhardt told me how much he liked Jan, and that he was a very genuine person. Eckhardt didn't mind Joel, but he also found him quite irritating - he always knew better and wanted the last say.
"Maybe he'll change. I think it could be a maturity thing or might be an issue related to insecurity. But I'm not a psychologist and can't say."
Eckhardt and I sat on the couch holding hands and reflected on the day. I knew that we would get along and was happy that we were living together.