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Becoming a Philosopher 26
We had a fantastic weekend in Langebaan. Franco enjoyed the scenery, the setting, and most of all the company. Eckhardt said that this was probably one of the highlights of his life and said that he wasn't looking forward to returning to the humdrum of Windhoek. Martin and I had a great time. The day on the lagoon was a lot of fun, particularly because we found a fantastic private beach to spend time on.
We were sad to say goodbye to Franco. He sat, wearing his brown Franciscan habit, in the lounge waiting for the driver to come from the seminary to pick him up. He said that he felt like a fraud, after what he had got up to with us, but that he didn't regret it. The experience had given him a taste of what he was missing out on, and the life that Carlo had chosen. We hugged and kissed and wished him well for his month of teaching. Franco asked us to say goodbye to Eckhardt, and that he hoped to see him again. We helped Franco carry his bags to the car and he said he would have to decide what authenticity meant to him.
Martin and I stood on the sidewalk and waved as he was driven off, and we speculated on what choices Franco would make. An hour later I got a WhatsApp from Franco saying: "Thank you for everything, love you both." A few minutes later Martin got a WhatsApp from Eckhardt with a similar message: "Thanks for a fantastic experience, I love you and Tom." We laughed together and felt satisfied that we had expanded our circle of friends. We looked forward to welcoming Ariel soon, who was coming to do his peace studies course at the university.
Ariel, and his then-partner David, visited the university earlier in the year looking for study options. David and Ariel had since split up. There were just too many things for David to deal with after leaving the Yeshiva, and he decided to return to his community and follow the precepts of the law. Ariel was devastated and chose to make a new start and study in Cape Town.
Martin and I were alone at home. Martin had a lot of work to catch up and he also had to spend a week working in an engineering firm getting experience. I didn't have any university work to do, but I worked, together with some other students, preparing a guide for LGBTQI+ students. We had a good manual developed in England, and we had permission to adapt it. We needed to include more material from an African perspective. We popped down to the pizzeria and Mario wanted to know where Franco was, and we promised to bring him before he left South Africa. Martin and I shared a pizza and enjoyed the house wine.
We picked Eckhardt up at the airport a week later. He had an eventful break. He downloaded his stellar results which made his parents happy. His grandmother celebrated her 80th birthday and he had a fallout with his parents after deciding to come out. He never expected the reaction he got. His mother was relatively supportive and said that it was probably just a phase he was going through. His father was mad and said that it went against their religion and that he should think again. Eckhardt tried to explain that he was still their child, that he appreciated them, and that he was still destined to do great things. His father stormed out and said that he would need time to think through things, and by the time Eckhardt left Windhoek both his mother and father were talking to him again.
We dropped Eckhardt off at his residence and invited him to dinner. Martin and I prepared a roast chicken and vegetables .Dinner was ready when Eckhardt arrived, and we were thrilled to have him over and I think he was glad to be with us. I opened a bottle of the pizzeria house wine and filled our glasses. The weather outside was miserable, and our fan heather struggled to warm up our apartment. Eckhardt asked if we had heard from Franco.
"Franco has called a couple of times. He's struggling to settle in at the seminary. The students are demanding and have poor foundations. But they don't put the effort in that they need to. He gets on well with the rest of the seminary staff but misses us," Martin said.
Eckhardt said that it was Franco's closeted lifestyle that prompted him to come out to his parents, as he didn't want to end up in a similar predicament. Martin and I advised Eckhardt to keep a low profile and not to become involved with too many people. Martin said I sounded more and more like a Yiddish mama, and that Echardt was old and wise enough to look after himself. Eckhardt asked if he could stay the night:
"I've missed being with you guys. I had to behave in Windhoek, and I had to rely on self-pleasure."
I was glad to have our six-foot-tall, dusty blond-haired, blue-eyed, boy with us again. Martin and I showered while Eckhardt did the dishes. I called him and told him we'd finish them in the morning, and that we needed him to warm the bed. Martin and I were horny and both came out of the shower with erections. Eckhardt was waiting for us and told us that we were an embarrassment. Eckhardt wanted me to share another one of my stories, so I told him about Matt and I on a trip years ago when we finished school:
"The fire was perfect, and we grilled our steaks quickly and enjoyed it with bread rolls. The dinner went down well with some craft beer. It was very hot. Later that evening we lay naked in the dark of night on our picnic blanket admiring the southern skies. Matt went down on me and started sucking my dick. I was hard in no time.
I grabbed the lube and feeling mellow asked Matt to fuck me. I pulled my shorts off and lifted my legs as Matt approached me on his knees. He started to lube my hole getting two fingers in. I applied lube to his raging boner, and he slowly pushed his dick into my hole. I could barely make out his facial features in the dark, but the stars in the night sky behind him were magnificent. Matt's dick caught my prostate now and again and I hummed with satisfaction. I came before him without touching my dick. His breathing got louder, and I could feel his warm spunk inside me. He came closer to me and kissed me, my cum squished between us. He moved down to lick my stomach and I licked his."
Eckhardt was like a kid wanting another bedtime story. Tell me more he begged. I told a story about a Scout jamboree:
"We showered before supper which was in an open dining area under canvas. There weren't any activities organised that night because everyone was tired. Michele and I returned to our room and lay on the bed in our underwear chatting. Fortunately, there was a cool breeze blowing. I got up and switched the lights off, and Michele asked me to lie down and wank with him. I thought that that was a bit forward but jumped at the idea.
We lay wanking together and he leaned over and began to wank me. I reciprocated and enjoyed the feeling of his thick cock in my hand. He moaned slightly and then leaned over and gave me a deep kiss. Next thing his mouth was down near my dick, and he was licking my head. Soon he had my entire dick in his mouth and made me feel incredible. I pushed him off me before I came, and I went down to taste his cock. He was rock hard and the veins around his shaft were visible. Michele groaned with pleasure and shot off within minutes, and I enjoyed the taste of his Canadian cum. He moved down and sucked me until I came in his mouth. He was an expert and I assumed that this expertise had been gained on many scout camps."
By now Eckhardt and Martin were both very worked up. Martin had been slowly wanking Eckhardt, while Eckhardt rubbed his hand on my thigh. Once I finished telling my stories I leaned over and gently sucked his earlobe and gently rubbed his nipple with my other hand. Eckhardt said that it was all so hot and that he had missed this in Windhoek, and I was beside myself to have his hard young body next to me. Martin said nothing but made satisfying sounds.
I kissed Eckhardt while Martin went down to take his erect dick into his mouth and slowly sucked him. I moved down and sucked his nipples and ruffled through Martin's hair. I then moved behind Martin and played with his hole licked him and readied him to take Eckhardt's dick. Martin lay on his back and Eckardt was in front of him on his knees. Martin lifted his legs and rested them on Eckhardt's shoulders while I lubed Martin's hole and smothered his dick. Eckhardt pushed in and Martin groaned. Eckhardt slipped in easily and moved his hips. Martin had one foot against his shoulder as he tightened and loosened his arse muscles. I moved over to Martin and took his now softening dick into my mouth and played with his foreskin. His dick started to stiffen. Eckhart groaned quietly and kept saying that it felt so good, "Thank you so much. Thank you." Martin filled my mouth with his cum, just as Eckhardt said he was coming, his face changed, and he was almost out of breath. I was wanking myself and came onto Martin's stomach. Eckhardt went down and licked it off.
We settled into bed and snuggled together, and Eckhardt took turns kissing us. Eventually, we spooned together and fell asleep. My dick was stiff when I woke up, I was lying close behind Eckhardt pressed against him. I looked over at Eckhardt who had his over Martin and they looked so peaceful as they breathed quietly. I got up and took a shower where I silently pleasured myself with that image in my mind. I got dressed and went to make coffee.
Franco called later that day to tell me that he would see us on the weekend. He said that he had a lot to talk about and couldn't wait to see us. It was Tuesday, and it was a while before we would meet. Jan and Joel joined us at the discussion group discussion group, and two other first-year students came. William and Jerome were from the Eastern Cape and were finding their feet in a big city. Their experience was very similar to Jan and Joel's, and I realised again how powerful these kinds of groups were. The truth was that I didn't have to do anything, they led the discussion and found their own solutions.
Friday couldn't come fast enough. Franco arrived at around 5 and Martin and I were all ears. We couldn't wait to hear what his experience at the seminary was like. I poured three glasses of wine, and we sat on the sleeper couch in the lounge.
"The students were resistant at first. They weren't keen on doing Hebrew or Arabic, and I had to find a way to hook them. I only focused on Hebrew, and I used photocopied sheets from Genesis to introduce the language. I eventually connected with them, and they were more engaged. My colleagues were very nice and welcomed me. We had some good discussions over meals, I think they thought I would be supportive of a more traditional Church because I came from Italy. But that wasn't my position.
I never celebrated Mass and questioned my authenticity as a priest. I really enjoyed my conversations with a retired Jesuit who seemed to understand where I was coming from, and who suggested that I take a leave of absence when I return to Italy. I also found my conversations with one of the theologians challenging, he was teaching using John Gray's book The Seven Types of Atheism, and he helped me to sort out some of my thinking.
To be honest Tom and Martin I was again embedded in the Catholic world of priests, a very different world from the experience I had with you guys. I will have to choose. Thanks again for letting me stay over the weekend."
We walked through a light rain down the road to Mario's pizzeria, where he welcomed us, kissed Franco Italian style, and sat us down at a corner near the front window. Mario brought us a bottle of his special house wine.
"The wine from Cana padre," he laughed as he poured.
Franco said that the pizzas at Mario's place were better than the ones in Verona. Mario was grateful for the compliment and said that he used a dough mix that his grandmother recipe. used. We had a quiet night and to our disappointment, Franco slept in his room.