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Becoming a Philosopher 24
Tom speaks...
Martin and I were excited. I had just got the news that Franco, Carlo's late brother was coming to visit. Franco would stay with us for a week and then spend a month at the seminary teaching Hebrew and Arabic.
I had told Martin that Franco had shown me around Verona, and about the night he came to my room. I was falling asleep in Carlo's bed when he woke me up knocking at the door. Franco whispered and asked if he could come in. He sat on the bed and asked if he could get into bed with me. He spooned against my back and had his arm over my chest. He told me how much he loved his brother and how he missed him. He had fooled around with his brother since he was ten and loved the intimacy. He told me that they often would sleep together and have sex. He explained how guilty he felt, and that he eventually joined the seminary to get out of the situation. Carlo's death got him thinking about his sexuality again and he explained how difficult he found being celibate. He was particularly attracted to older teens, but he had never given to his desires. I felt his erect dick pressing on my lower back and I was also aroused.
Martin and I were in bed as we spoke. I felt the warmth of his body next to me, I felt content to be next to him. Martin was such a stable force in my life, so loyal and supportive, and I hoped he felt the same way about me. I had my hand in his sleep shorts and played with his pubic hair. His dick was hard and he giggled. Martin slipped his hand into my shorts and wrapped his soft fingers around my shaft. He gently played with my dick head. I turned to him and kissed him.
"Martin I love you, thank you for being you. I really appreciate who you are."
Martin growled and moved his body onto mine and rubbed his dick against mine. I loved the intimacy. I kissed him deeply and wrapped my arms around him. I felt his heart beating against my chest. He moved his head down, swallowing my dick; his tongue rubbed against the underside of my shaft. I held him tight and went down the rest of the way. His nose was now deep in my pubes, inhaling my scent. My dick rubbed the back of his throat. I exhaled sharply. "Oh no, I'm coming!" I filled his mouth with my cum.
He came up and shared my cum with me. I went down, a little desperate to get his now familiar dick into my mouth. I played with his mushroom-shaped head and sucked. I never even got his shaft into my mouth when he shot off. I moved up and shared his cum in a kiss. I loved my engineer and I was satisfied to taste his cum. We spooned and I delighted in feeling his chest up against my back.
We both had early lectures and had to move fast. I liked Tuesdays. I was part of a gay advice group and would meet guys in our office and share experiences. I met Eckhardt, a first-year student from Windhoek in Namibia. He had grown up in a conservative German family and had attended a German school. He wasn't out and wanted to know my coming out experience. I also told him about my experiences in scouting and told him that I should have been a little more careful. I told him that I got tested regularly. I stopped myself, apologised and I told him that I wasn't bragging. Eckhardt told me about his relationship with a family friend who also attended the German school. Helmut and he had started wanking together at the end of primary school. In time they progressed to blow jobs and Helmut would fuck him occasionally. Helmut was now studying in Germany and they didn't keep in contact. Eckhardt was lonely and hadn't met anyone since coming to Cape Town.
Eckhardt was a extremely good-looking twink. He was over six feet tall, had dusty blond hair, blue eyes, and a well-sculptured body. I felt guilty about the way I looked at him. He had incredible legs and he sat in his white shorts revealing his undies. I suggested that he come to the LGBTQI+ social that we were organising as he would meet people there. I told him that I knew a few guys he might like to meet and that I organise a lunch. Eckhardt said that t he would prefer being open about his identity and asked if we couldhave lunch the next day.
I told Martin about Eckhardt that afternoon and he told me that we should introduce him to Jan and Joel, the two new members of Out.
Eckhardt was a little uncomfortable when I introduced him to the guys, but Joel recognised him immediately from his first year of medicine class and that broke the ice. I hadn't met Joel and Jan and they explained that they were in the new mini-residence for high-achieving students. Jan had brownish, blond hair and was very good looking and Joel was short with brown hair and spectacles. Not bad looking either. Joel was a comedian and had us rolling with laughter. The lunch turned out fine and Eckhardt, the gorgeous blond, was nerdy enough to gel with the two. We spoke about meeting at the "Out" social that weekend.
Martin and I wore regular clothes and cowboy hats. The theme was "Too smart for your hat." Some people wore wigs, other traditional headgear, and other bowler hats. Some guys went further and wore net stockings and others wore heavy makeup. The smell of cannabis was strong and Harold a friend of mine from law had brought some mushrooms. There was a cash bar and I bought the first round of beers for the guys.
The music was loud and the base rippled through our bodies, the atmosphere reminded me a bit of Club Pink. Martin and I bounced around and Joel and Jan joined us. I pulled Ekhardt up from his chair to join us. Harold shared some mushrooms and Joel and Ekhardt joined me in eating these bitter plants.
It wasn't long before I was feeling more connected and aware of my feelings and emotions, while Eckhardt reported feeling that he was flying, he said that he felt wonder, awe, immense gratitude, and very calm. Joel said we had light halos and was seeing geometric patterns and his vision was distorted. The entire venue appeared to breathe and the colours seemed so amplified. Eckhardt said that it felt as if he was in a movie with light zipping past him.
After too much beer and a lot of wild dancing, we decided to call it a night. We invited Joel, Jan, and Eckhardt to our apartment for coffee, and walked across the campus in the still of the night. The lights in the distance flickered and the night silence was broken by the sound of a distant siren. I held Martin's hand and he said that he had enjoyed the evening far more than our night at Club Pink. Joel and Jan walked arm in arm and Jan locked his arm into Eckhardt's.
They thought our apartment was fantastic, they loved the space and the view towards Stellenbosh. I told them about Carlo and his death, his family, and that his brother would be visiting soon. Martin was in the kitchen preparing a pot of coffee and we soon huddled around the coffee table pouring the fresh brew. I always loved the smell of coffee. Joel and Jan couldn't get enough of each other and kissed and snuggled. There was a buzz in the room and I invited the guys to stay over in the spare room. Eckhardt said that he thought he should leave, but Joel persuaded him to stay over. Joel turned to him and kissed him. He moved closer to Joel and continued to explore his mouth and placed his hand on Jan's leg.
I told the guys about my Scout trip to Namibia. I didn't describe every day of our hike in detail, but I told them that they should know that the Fish River Canyon is the second largest canyon in the world after the Grand Canyon. The Canyon forms part of the state-run Ais-Ais Richtersveld Transfrontier Park. The hike can only be done from April to September and takes 4 to 5 days, depending on fitness. It covers 85 km and the descends into the Canyon is only allowed for hikers doing the trail.
The night before we started the hike we stayed at Ai Ais. Luke, Matt, and I shared our tent. Matt knew Luke who I discovered was very sexual. He was a ginger, with blue eyes, and was 6' 4" tall.
We stripped down and spent a few moments admiring the qualities of each other's dicks and then the serious business began. Matt started working his fingers into my hole while Luke's arse was prepared for an invasion by me. It was not long before Luke indicated that he was ready, he took hold of my rampant dick and guided it towards his waiting hole. I began to engage the head of my pre-cum-lubricated dick with the entrance to Luke's hole. I felt his muscles relax as my head entered him, and he began to push back slowly to swallow more of the shaft.
Matt waited a few moments and then he guided his fat spongy and bulbous head towards my waiting tight hole. I felt his head begin to invade my arse hole and winced slightly as it passed through. Once inside, Matt paused and gave me time to adjust before continuing. When Matt was comfortably embedded in me, and I was equally deeply joined to Luke we moved. Slowly at first, we began to push and pull on each other so that the embedded cock moved in and out of the holes in unison. The pace began to quicken, and I could feel the pressure of Matt's head brushing against my prostate with every stroke along with the exquisite feeling of my cock head doing the same to Luke. We were all making satisfying quiet noises of pleasure and pain as we each moved to our final climax. Luke came first. He let out a muffled yelp of delight as his cum gathered deep in his balls began to flow. Guys, that was only the first night!
I took spare towels out and dropped three pairs of sleep shorts on the couch. Martin and I took a quick shower together and then the three boys went off for a shower. I don't know what happened in the shower, but they came out looking much happier.
Eckhardt speaks...
I got royal treatment in the shower. Both Jan and Joel had raging boners, which turned me on. My limited sexual experience made me a little hesitant, but Jan and Joel soon put me at ease. Jan, who was my height, kissed me under the shower, and Joel played with my dick. Joel squeezed the olive-fragrant gel over me and began washing me. The feel of another man's hands on my body was tantalising and his fingers lingered around my arse and under my scrotum. Jan went down on his knees and took my dick in his mouth and expertly sucked me, while Joel used his finger to play with my hole. I was so aroused that I didn't have time to tell Jan I was coming and shot my load in his mouth. He stood up and shared my cum with Joel who made positive sounds. I couldn't believe that this was happening and I was very excited. I never imagined this in my wildest dreams.
We walked into the lounge with our towels around us. Tom clapped. Jan and Joel still had visible erections and we picked up the sleep shorts and said goodnight to Tom and Martin. The guys dropped their towels and told me to take the middle sot in the bed. I never hesitated, I felt comfortable with these boys and Joel told me to relax.
My dick was growing hard again. As Jan rubbed his dick against the side of my body. I was playing with Joel's uncut dick. I had never seen a circumcised dick before. Joel was looking at me and kissed me. He was playing with my dick. I recalled my time with Helmut in Windhoek and that there was very little kissing or intimacy with Helmut. These guys were different and made me feel good. I realised now what I missed. I went down and sucked Joel's dick while I played with his balls. Jan surprised me and had my dick in his mouth and moved his tongue around my dick head. He didn't rush and took his time. I felt Joel's dick stiffen and he started to throb and I swallowed his cum. I couldn't hold back and shot off in Jan's mouth. We moved on either side of Joel and Jan and I took turns sucking his dick. I enjoyed the taste of his cum and swallowed. Jan kissed us, said good night, and snuggled.
Tom speaks...
I was lying next to Martin. We listened to some of the action taking place in the room next door, and I quietly wished I was there to explore these younger guy's dicks. Martin had a book in one hand and my dick in the other as he slowly wanked me. I told him more about the Namibia trip and how sexual it was, even though we were exhausted after a hard days hiking.
At night Luke kept us awake, he explored Matt and me every night. He licked sucked and prodded. Luke was incredibly sensuous. If he wasn't sucking me, he was sucking Matt. He said that he couldn't get enough of our cum. Luke also liked massaging us, which was welcome after tough hiking. I felt a little guilty and massaged Luke. I must admit that I enjoyed sucking him off some nights, as he had the biggest dick I had ever seen.
Martin put his book down and we moved into a 69 position to satisfy our desires. I thought that I would never grow tired of Martin's dick in my mouth. I played with his arse with my one finger, and I squirmed as Martin gently sucked my testicles. It felt Martin's dick swell and his testicles tightened and I devoured his cum. My balls contracted and I delivered my load in Martin's soft mouth. We moved next to each other and shared our cum.
I was up early the next morning and made coffee for everyone. I took the three cups to the boys' room, they were still asleep. I stood for a moment and watched them. I hardly knew them and hoped that our friendship would deepen. Jan lifted his head and whispered "Morning."
(You can read more about Jan and Joel in the series A Karoo Christmas Discovery also in Nifty)