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Becoming a philosopher 13
I received two requests from readers who wanted to know how things were going in Karlstad. Sven has been living in Karlstad and continues to write up his research in African Philosophy. His professors in Cape Town and Upsala communicate via email, and he has some online meetings. Sven is completely focussed and has found his direction again. His mother and him took Nicolas into their home after he had been kicked out by his family, and Sven has ensured that he is on track to finish his final year at school in the city.
Sven speaking. I am in a good space I have a part-time position at Karlstad University in their Religious Studies Department. I am teaching a course in African Theology and help a professor with some tutoring. It's sessional work, not too taxing, but enough to keep busy. It also gives me enough time to work on my dissertation. I have also enjoyed the interaction with the students, and I get on well with the faculty whenever I get to see them.
Nicolas has brought a lot of joy into our house. My mother has enjoyed having a younger person in the house and takes great pleasure in doing things for Nicolas. My grandmother, who visits regularly, enjoys her conversations with Nicolas and they get on well. Nicolas has given me more purpose. I have been able to guide him with his final year studies and have been able to talk through some of the challenges he faced. In many ways it has been like having the younger brother I never had. Nicolas was a happy young person and saw the funny side of life. Despite growing up in a very conservative Calvinistic home he was very progressive and saw the irony in most situations.
My mother enjoyed her work with refugees. She was able to put her legal knowledge to work again and this gave her purpose. She was working on a case where a refugee father was abusing his family and where the family remained silent to protect their refuge status. Mrs Karlsson was trying to get them to speak up to protect themselves. She would often talk about her cases over dinner, but she always honoured confidentiality. Sven's granny was a frustrated theologian and longed for lively debate. The people in her retirement home mainly spoke about back pain and gardening.
Nicolas was always game for a theological discussion. They had discussed free will, predestination, the problem of evil, the cruelty of God, God and the holocaust and many other topics. She had given him a couple of books and couldn't wait to engage with him. This was good for Nicolas' ability to think critically, and he was also developing excellent debating skills which he could use at school.
Nicolas and I made sure that we continued to cycle. This gave us opportunities to explore the countryside and to get out of the house. However, with winter approaching this would not be possible anymore. I took Nicolas to his volleyball practices at the local club. He was very good, and I didn't mind waiting for him on the side of the court. I never tired of watching this young man moving about athletically and jumping to spike balls. Nic was about 5' 8" and had red hair. His skin was pale and freckled and he was very attractive.
After practices we would drive across town, and he would debrief the play in the car. He would have his hand on my leg (I loved the physical contact). Often, we would take a shower together before dinner. Nic was a touchy kind of guy, and we would soap each other up and wash each other. I liked him washing my hair and I could never get enough of his erect dick framed by red pubic hair. We would wank each other and sometimes suck each other off. I delighted in his muscular youthful body.
After dinner we would set aside an hour or so and revise work and make sure that he was up to date. We would then sit in the lounge and watch football or Netflix. We normally sat next to each other and our bodies would touch. Our bare legs would touch If we had shorts on. We didn't kiss or touch in front of my mother, not that she would mind, but we kept that for the bedroom.
Nicolas was quite adventurous in the bedroom. We were laying in the bed and I had my hand on his thigh. He moved closer and he held me tight and kissed me all over my face and neck. Nicolas' body was warm against mine. I never pushed his hand away when he started massaging my dick and it felt good. Nic removed my T-shirt and sucked my nipples, while he massaged my dick. Nic's dick felt good in my hand and was substantial, and I gently felt his testicles. By now we were naked, and our erections pressed against each other. I was very randy and could have come there but wanted the moment to last. I inserted my fingers in his hole, and I sucked his balls, and tasted his dick. He did the same to me.
I reached for the lube and rubbed lube in his hole. I also covered my dick in lube. Nic was on his back, and I moved my dick towards his hole. His legs rested on my shoulders. I pushed in and my dick went in easily. Nic groaned as I moved in and out. Nic asked me to go faster and squeaked when I hit is prostate, I filled his hole and he came at the same time shooting cum on my stomach. I lay on top of him for a while catching my breath and then kissed him. I loved this closeness.
We shared one bed that night, it was a tight squeeze for two men, but I can't explain how fantastic it was to be so intimate with Nic. We sucked each other off a few more times that night and fell asleep in his arms. I woke up first in the morning and moved down to suck Nic while he was still asleep. We showered together that morning before breakfast.
Nicolas and I planned a cycle trip in the holidays along the shores of Lake Vänern. Karlstad is built on the river delta where Sweden's longest river, Klaralven, runs into the lake. Lake Vänern provides spectacular scenery and a range of activities. The lake has its origins 10 thousand years ago and the first Viking settlements on its shores appeared in the 11th century.
Tom and I had abandoned our trip around the lake after we rescued Nicolas from his family months ago. This time we cycled to Skutberget beach which was about 7km from Karlstad for the weekend. At one time this was a nudist beach, but it didn't seem like it was any more. We pitched our tent between the water and the ablution block. We had a great view over the lake. We unpacked our stuff into the tent and locked our bikes on a lamp post. We got our costumes on and ran into the lake which was surprisingly warm for this time of year. We cooled down and floated where it was deeper. I suggested that we hire a sailing boat and put my skills to the test. Nic liked the idea, and we found a boat to hire.
I rigged the boat like Tom had shown me and after putting our life jackets on we sailed towards the centre of the lake, making sure that we could still see the shoreline. Tom had taught me how to use landmarks to navigate. The winds were not that strong, so we weren't moving that fast. I demonstrated to Nic how to use the tiller and explained how we had to shift own weight as the sail came over. Nic was going to turn pink in the sun, so we headed back to shore to get the sunscreen.
Once we back out on the lake, we pulled the sail down and lay in the sun. There wasn't much space, but we made the most of it. We took our swim shorts off and jumped into the lake and swam around the boat. After a while we climbed back into the boat. Both of us had hardons and we sat opposite each other wanking in the sun.
We hoisted the sail as the wind picked up and managed to gain more speed. We got back to shore in the early afternoon and went to find a place to eat. We were both starving and enjoyed our burgers and chips. We decided to have supper at the same restaurant. We spent the afternoon lying in the shade reading. I drifted in and out of sleep and enjoyed the absolute stillness alongside the lake. We shared a shower in the ablution block and engaged in our washing routine and mutual masturbation. I made sure I told Nicolas how much he meant to me. However, I regretted doing that as I didn't want him to feel that he owed me anything and I certainly didn't want to put him under any feeling of obligation.
That night we had some fantastic homemade soup and bread. We turned in early and zipped our sleeping bags together and fell asleep in each other's arms. We were woken up after midnight, by shouts and screams. Nic unzipped the tent and saw a cabin on fire. We put on our short and T-shirts and ran to see if we could help. Fortunately, the family all manged to escape, but the fire hoses weren't strong enough to put out the huge flames. In wasn't long before the fire brigade arrived, but the wooden cabin had almost been destroyed. The three primary school aged children were crying, and their parents stood in shock. Fortunately, they had moved their car to safety, but nearly all their possessions were lost in the flames.
I couldn't believe that this had happened on our last visit to the lake we had a near drowning and a family assault. I laughed and told Nicolas that we might need to choose another destination for our next trip.
On the Monday I drove Nicolas to school and went to see Mr Ahlberg, the school principal. I told him about our weekend trip and the fire. He then told me how well Nicolas was doing academically and how easily he had been accepted by his peers. He was particularly impressed with his critical thinking skills, and he thought that his ability to structure an argument was incredible. I told him about my grandmother and the interaction Nic had with her. He listened intently and then asked if I could share her number with him so that he could get her to run some sessions with the senior students. I told him that my gran would certainly agree as she loved the interaction. I said that she was particularly good on the topic of atheism.
Mr Ahlberg suggested that once Nicolas finished school that him and I joined Mr Ahlberg and his partner for a weekend at their cottage on Lake Vänern. I was pleased with my meeting, and I shook his hand and went to the bathroom. I heard sexual moans coming from a stall further down, and it sounded like Nicolas' voice. I froze and waited. The toilet flushed and I looked under the door and saw a young man leave the stall. A minute later I saw Nicolas leaving the stall. He didn't see me, and my heart stopped as I knew what just happened. Part of me was very sad and I felt very down. But the more I thought the more things the clearer they became.
That evening, I asked Nicolas what had happened at school toilets today. He turned red and he told me that he was with Eric a friend from his class, he added that they met regularly. He also told me that he gave Lars, a boy from another class in the grade, regular blow jobs. I was taken aback, and remembered how careful Tom in Cape Town was. I hadn't realised how active Nicolas was, and I said that we both needed to go for HIV testing. Nic then added that he was also seeing a boy at volleyball.
I realised that Nicolas was young and that he couldn't commit to one relationship. I was wrong to think that I could pursue a relationship, and I was very foolish messing around with him. I needed to maintain a brotherly relationship and mentor him. I had to take control of my emotions and I also had to manage my desires.