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Becoming a philosopher 14
I read the note from Marisa:
"Dear Tom and Martin. Thank you for the offer to share with you guys. I have been thinking about it and decided not to come. It would be a little crazy for the wife of the man accused of murder to come a stay in the apartment of the victim. The plan doesn't make sense. Best wishes Marisa."
I called Marisa once I read the note and told her that Martin and I had similar thoughts. I suggested that we give it a couple of days before we make a final decision. Very few of Marisa's friends were supporting her at the time, and her family in the Free State also offered little support. I found their lack of support very strange.
I invited Marisa to tea at Matt's mother's house, she was a therapist and had helped me come to grips with Matt's brutal death. She had agreed to talk to Marisa about Wynand's incarceration and help her work out a response. Matt's mom thought it was a good idea for her to move in with us and told her not to worry what people think.
That week Marisa was offered a music post at the posh school where I was at school, and that helped her make a decision. The school was close to the apartment as well as to the university and she thought of doing a masters in future. Marisa said that she would cover some of the utility costs and help with the cooking.
Martin and I helped her to move in and she settled in easily. We discussed our routines and allocated two nights to her to do cooking duties. She was a pleasant person and related easily to Martin and me. I gave her the run down on teaching in an independent boy's school and some tips before she started. She worked in the music department and mainly did one on one teaching with senior students. Marisa was an excellent musician and found her rhythm (excuse the pun) quickly.
We would gather in living area on most days and discuss the days happenings. I shared a lot about the philosophy we were dealing with, and Martin sometimes spoke about his engineering. Marisa had a lot to say about the boys she was working with at school. She seemed to get on with all of them, but was having problems with one boy, Luke, who tried to come onto her. They had cameras in the rehearsal rooms, and she said that helped her feel a little more comfortable. I suggested that she speak to the head of music to alert him and to ask him for advice.
I made my speedy spaghetti when I had to cook, and I also made a vegetarian pie. I never changed my menu much, as I knew exactly what ingredients I needed. Marisa catered with more flare, introducing us to some lovely meals. Martin seemed to get on well with Marisa and they often spoke about music-related things. Martin had also attended the posh boys' school. I liked the fact that the late Matt hadn't attended the school, and this showed in his alternative way of thinking.
After a few weeks, Marisa was ready to visit Wynand in prison. I drove her to the prison and agreed to wait in the car for her. She was incredibly nervous and said she wanted to find out what exactly happened between Wynand and Carlo. The visit was a disappointment for Marisa. She was taken aback at how Wynand looked. He had lost weight, and his hair was cut incredibly short. He also had a lot of bruises on his arms and his eyes had dark rings because of lack of sleep. Unfortunately, there were no answers to her niggling questions as Wynand just said that he couldn't remember anything from the night of the murder.
On the way back from the prison she told me that Wynand had apologised for causing trouble for her, but that she never really connected with him, and doubted that she would return to see him again. He hardly asked her anything about herself and didn't seem to care too much about her welfare.
Marisa needed cheering up, and it had been ages since we'd gone out. That night I took my flatmates out to dinner. We chose an expensive seafood restaurant in a local mall and dressed up for the occasion. We enjoyed our meal and avoided the wine label that Wynand was a winemaker for. Martin and I had a little too much to drink and Marisa agreed to drive us home. Martin became a lot more amorous when he drank, and his hand ended up in my lap. Marisa was also more relaxed and enjoyed the banter. I think I ate the best chocolate mousse I have ever eaten that night, it tasted like real chocolate, and it was just the right consistency.
Marisa went straight to bed when we got home, and Maritn and I had a shower together. Martin kissed me and he started kissing me all over my body under the shower. He used the shower gel to clean my arse and I washed him. He kept pulling me in for hugs and pushed him away so that I could finish showering. We dried our bodies off and dried around our erect dicks. Martin kissed me and we went to our bedroom.
Martin was lying on his back on the bed, his dick parallel to his stomach. His pale muscular white body spread across the bed. I went down on my knees and sucked his dick, tasting the sweetness of his precum. He pushed me off and said that he didn't want to come just yet. He pushed me onto the bed and began to suck my dick. I loved the way he twirled his tongue around the head of my dick. I could also have shot off just then and pushed him off.
Martin reached out and got the lube and began to massage my hole. It felt fantastic and he managed to get his finger deep enough to massage my prostate. I took the lube and smeared it on his shaft. His dick stiffened and he asked me to take it easy.
I lay on my side, and he approached me from behind and pushed his dick into my awaiting hole. Once he was fully in, he moved his hips backwards and forwards. I let out a shout of pleasure and then realised that I should keep the noise down. The more he thrust the more I wanted to shout. I eventually ejaculated before him, and it felt incredible. I felt his dick swell and throb in my hole and I his breathing confirmed that he had come. He pulled me close to him and wrapped his one arms over me. He pulled out his dick and we lay in silence listening to each other's breathing. He broke the silence and kissed me on my neck:
"Thank you, Tom, that was incredible."
The next morning Marisa came into the room with a tray of coffee and woke us up.
"It sounds like you boys had some fun last night," she laughed.
We packed a picnic basket after breakfast and made our way to the West Coast Nature Reserve. I had camped there as a scout and had visited once after that. I wanted to show Marisa this wonderful spot, the Langebaan Lagoon was a magnificent sight, and the depending on the cloud cover the colours could be beautiful. Both Martin and I had a little bit of a hangover, but that didn't stop us from putting on our explorers' hats.
We drove around parts of the lagoon and eventually found a spot to have our picnic. We put up our umbrella and hugged the shade while we ate our lunch. After lunch we splashed around in the water, but it was just too cold to swim. We splashed around and cooled down and got back into the airconditioned car where it was far more comfortable. We stopped on a hill about a small place called Churchhaven where we took great photos of the lagoon.
Words cannot capture the beauty of the place and this how the brochure describes it: "Against the backdrop of the azure blue lagoon, white dunes, rare fynbos, green wetlands and unbounded waves, there is much to experience. A paradise for hikers, cyclists and mountain bikers, birders, and nature-lovers alike.
West Coast National Park hosts a total of over 250 bird species annually, over a quarter of South Africa's total. Visit one of the bird hides and spend some time enjoying the quiet. Unwind on the shore of the Langebaan Lagoon at Kraalbaai – a great spot for picnics. Explore the many rock pools along the seashore at Tsaarsbank."
It was getting dark by the time were returned to Cape Town, and both Marisa and Martin were asleep when I drove into our apartment block garage. I was surprised to find a WhatsApp message on my phone from Ariel. He was a scout I met on jamboree from Israel. He had completed military service and was touring southern Africa.
I told Martin about him, going back in time... Our Scout Jamboree was scheduled to be on the West Coast but temperatures were just too high for camping and the committee decided to change the venue at the last minute. There was a campsite in the Montagu area in the Western Cape that could accommodate the Scout group. A bonus was that it was near some hot Springs and that there were some challenging hikes in the area.
Montagu is about 180 kilometres from Cape Town in the Western Little Karoo and is situated at the confluence of the Keisie and Kinga rivers. Montagu is also an agricultural centre, where orchards and vineyards are grown. The farming area, 'Koo', lies north of the town and is famous for the quality of its apples, pears, apricots, and peaches.
In the evening, we were taken to the hot springs, where we were all given tokens and allowed to buy our supper at the restaurant. Later that evening Ariel, Michele (Canadian scout) and I found a wooden storeroom that could lock with pool chair mattresses in. It was an ideal place for us to deepen our "international understanding".
In less than a minute all three of us were naked and Ariel was happily being sucked by Michele who was, in turn being rimmed by me. Michele ran his tongue around the head of Ariel's piss slit and brought a moan of pleasure which in turn was matched by the response.
It was not long before I thought Ariel was ready and invited Michele to change places. Michele moved in behind Ariel and nudged the exposed head of his cock into the randy scout's hole. I moved around and sucked Ariel's cock, I swallowed his cock and bathed it in saliva and pre-cum. Michele moved in and out of Ariel's arse, and his prick advanced deeper inside the chute, the Jewish scout shuddered as his prostate was stimulated. Soon we had developed a steady rhythm. Ariel began to feel his balls tighten and he groaned as he realised that he would soon be shooting his jizz into my throat. I could feel his cock begin to swell and I furiously teased the widening piss-slit with my tongue. Ariel's arse muscles tightened on Michele's cock and the Canadian scout emptied his balls deep inside him. In all the excitement I shot wads of spunk onto my hand. Ariel's cock had softened and slipped out of my mouth. I licked the cum from my hand and offered some to Ariel and Michele.
Ariel's flight had been cancelled at the time and my parents agreed that he could spend the night with our family. We weren't too far from Cape Town airport, and I was thrilled to have another night with Ariel. My parents decided to give us a treat and took us all out to dinner at a local wine farm. The food was fantastic, and we enjoyed the wine on offer. After two glasses of wine, I was feeling very relaxed, and Ariel had his hand on my cock under the table. I can swear that the way he was rubbing me I could have ejaculated there, but I pushed his hand away just in time.
I made up the spare bed in my room when we got home, but I knew that no one would be sleeping in it. Ariel showered while I did this. I was blown over again when I saw him enter the room and drop his towel. His flaccid circumcised dick was so well proportioned with his gymnastics-shaped body. My dick grew hard in my shorts, and I couldn't wait to feel his body next to mine.
I switched off the lights and Ariel climbed into bed with me, I made sure that the lube was on the bedside table. We kissed and I rubbed his chest. We were both naked and I could feel his hard cock against mine. He took both our cocks in his hand and wanked them together. I went down and sucked him, and we were soon into a 69 position. Ariel knew how to suck dick and he seemed to know how to play with a foreskin. I played with his balls and teased his dick, next thing we were both eating each other's cum.
We didn't know much about each other, and we spoke about our plans for the next year. I was off to university, and he was going to do his national service in the Israeli Defence Force. At the time I realised then that we came from two very different worlds. Scouting had brought us together and our shared homosexual activities had deepened our international understanding.
"Stop it, Tom. Enough of your stories, you're making me hard. When is this Ariel coming? I think I must meet this guy."
"He'd be around in two weeks' time. I'll tell him we want to meet him."
I thought that it would be interesting to meet him again, and I wondered if he was still so open-minded and engaging after spending over two years in the military.