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Becoming a Philosopher 16
Sven here again. You're back in Karlstad where I will provide an update on Nicolas. Nicolas continues to keep us all entertained in the house, and my mother and grandmother continue to dote over him.
I enjoyed having Nicolas around, but I struggled to keep the relationship non-sexual like I had intended to. I found this red-headed young man very attractive. Nicolas was relaxed in our home and would often touch me or send other intimate signals. But I had to take heart from the stoics and practiced the four virtues in everyday life: wisdom, courage, temperance or moderation, and justice, and lived following nature. But it wasn't easy.
Nicolas had excelled at school and was a formidable student. Mr Ahlberg, the principal, told me that Nicolas would probably achieve top marks. I was proud of him. He seemed to transcend his conservative upbringing very easily, perhaps too easily. I was concerned that he seemed to be rebelling against everything. His promiscuous behaviour worried me the most. I spoke to him about it a few times and encouraged him to use condoms, but I couldn't control his encounters! I had dragged him off for HIV testing twice and loved him too much to just let things go wrong.
Our bedrooms were separated by a shared bathroom. I had already put my lights out one Friday night when Nic came into my room and climbed into bed with me. He had just showered and smelt great. He crept in and snuggled behind me. His erect dick pressed against my arse. He wrapped his arm around my chest, and I was immediately aroused as he kissed the back of my neck. Next thing he grabbed my dick and slowly wanked it.
"Nicolas, we agreed that we wouldn't do this," I said knowing that I wouldn't be able to stop myself.
Nic went down and started sucking my dick and it felt good. He told me how much he loved sucking dick and he licked my shaft and played with my balls. I had to stop him as I was about to come, and I went down and sucked his young dick that nestled amongst the red pubic hair. Nic shot wads of come and I wiped it off his stomach with the tissues from my bedside table. He sucked me off and swallowed my cum and we fell asleep together that night.
On Saturday morning we cycled to the tennis club where we played a few matches. Nic liked the tennis club because he had met a good-looking tennis coach there a couple of months before. Nicolas told me that the coach had also helped to develop his sexual skills a few times.
Nic had attended a few lessons to improve his game. The coach, Daryl, was a serious young man having played on the US college circuit and was forced to return home because of an injury.
The blond-haired Daryl spent most of his week on the tennis court and was beautifully tanned. He was fit and moved with speed and dexterity and could easily reach most balls coming at him. Daryl had blue eyes and a lean build and would certainly qualify to be in any Men's Health magazine. His tennis career had been impressive, and he had put in many hours.
He expected a lot from the young people he coached, they had to look the part and he expected them in tennis whites - the dress code for tennis players requiring them to wear only white clothing during matches. But he expected whites when he coached and said it was to create a feeling of respect and tradition on the court and to make sure that they looked their best. Daryl saw it as a sign of respect and professionalism.
Nicolas didn't mind wearing whites, and he found the white outfits cool and loved the feeling on his body. He felt that it helped him move freely and kept him cool. He loved seeing Coach Daryl in his whites and thought that it looked sexy against his tanned body. Nic had the hots for the coach and would get raging boners watching him before his session started. It was so bad that he had gotten into the habit of going to the changing rooms just before his session started to masturbate.
He closed the toilet door pulled down his underwear and white shorts and grabbed his already hard shaft and started to wank, thinking of Daryl and his perfect body. It wouldn't take him long before he felt his balls contract and shot strings of cum into the toilet bowl. He would wipe his dick off using toilet paper and always get to taste a little of his cum. He would then be ready for his coaching session.
Daryl would start him off slowly on the court, warming him up, and then he would generally focus on a particular area like volleys, long shots, and so forth. Nic loved the sessions where Daryl helped him with his service, where he held him, corrected his posture, or corrected his grip. Daryl's touch was electric for Nic.
Nic couldn't get enough of Daryl, and he would often hang around the courts watching Daryl coaching other players after his session. Nic eagerly attended additional holiday camps and sought out opportunities to be near Daryl - after all, he was a teen.
One Saturday morning Nic got the courts early. There was no one on the courts yet and Nic took his tog bag into the clubhouse. He went to the changing rooms and froze in his steps. There in one of the toilet stalls was Daryl. The door was open, Daryl's shorts and undies were around his ankles and his firm little arse shook as he vigorously wanked his dick. His right arm moved in a way that brought satisfaction. He was absorbed and didn't notice Nic and he groaned as splats of cum fell into the toilet bowl. He wondered what was going through Daryl's mind while he wanked. Nic retreated quietly into the clubhouse lounge area and sat on a couch facing the courts looking busy.
Coach Daryl shook Nic's hand while he greeted him as he came into the lounge. His hand was warm and tender, and Nic wondered whether he had washed it. Daryl looked stunning in his clean whites, and he asked Nic to help him set up the court for coaching. Nic was still hard and doubted that he would have time to prepare for his coaching session. Daryl and Nic knocked new balls around to warm up and Nic hoped that his erection wasn't too obvious.
Nicolas had no contact with his own family. He tried to reach out a few times, but they weren't interested. Nicolas was keen to study electrical engineering at Karlstad, and my mother was keen that Nicolas continue to stay with us while he studied, I was keen to return to Cape Town and finish writing up my dissertation there. I have been in touch with Tom and would probably be able to make some accommodation arrangements with him and Martin.
Nicolas seemed more committed to a relationship with Daryl the tennis coach. They went on dinner dates and hit the clubs now and again. I was worried that Nic might get into the drug scene, but from what I heard Daryl was a bit of a health fanatic. Nicolas had great fun recounting the sexual adventures he was having, and these stories made me feel more and more like a stoic.
"Last night I visited Daryl. He opened his door just wearing a towel. He kissed Nic as I entered and briefly gripped his dick. He made some quip like `Tonight we'll show you what to do with your erection.' He leaned down and kissed me deeply and dropped his towel revealing what his tennis shorts tried to hide.
He took off my shirt and rubbed my chest and then sucked my nipples, at the same time he wanked me. It felt very good, and I grabbed his erect dick which was about two inches longer than mine and I wanked him. Soon we moved into a 69-position and had each other's dicks in our mouths. I loved the feel of his dick and his foreskin which never slid completely back. Soon we both shot our loads into each other's mouths.
We lay on his bed chatting. Daryl was self-absorbed and mostly spoke about himself, his fitness regime, and his diet plan. He was also worried about his tan. I found him quite boring and would rather be with your grandmother who got me thinking. I'm not a fool and realised that desire and intimacy trumped intellectual conversation."
Nicolas told me that Daryl was quite macho and enjoyed being rough, something that he didn't like. Once Daryl was hard again, with the help of a little blue pill, he went down on Nic and sucked and played with his hole using lube.
"Next thing he had me on my stomach and he thrust his hard dick into my arse and started pounding. It was uncomfortable and at one point he had his hands around my neck, and I found it hard to breathe. The whole experience wasn't pleasant, and I left as soon as I got a chance to put my clothes on."
I asked around, and my friend Andreas told me that Daryl had a bit of a bad reputation and slept around with a lot of the people he coached. I told Nicolas and suggested that he stay away from him and that he is tested again.'
Nicolas was a randy 18-year-old who wanted to have sex regularly. I sat him down again and warned him of the dangers of STIs and urged him to be more careful. He didn't like me preaching to him and I hoped that he would take me seriously, I didn't want anything nasty to happen to my ginger friend.
He came home one day and told me he got the all-clear from the clinic and that he met a great guy at university. Ahmed had come from Syria when he was still at school and had finished his schooling in Sweden. He had told Nicolas that he was gay and they kissed at the back of the library one afternoon, and that's as far as they had gone.
I was pleased that Nicolas had met someone and hoped that the relationship would develop further.
The story has incorporated one of my masturbation stories on the Nifty website. nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/tennis-club-change-room . also see https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/the-outdoor-shower