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Becoming a Philosopher 3
Matt eagerly took Sven's dick into his mouth and started sucking his rampant dick. The circle was completed with me sucking Matt's prick. The room was filled with the sound of groans, moans, and slurping as each of us went to work on the dicks in our mouths. The noise in the room grew increasingly louder and the signs indicated that we were reaching our climax. Before the inevitable outcome, we changed partners and we found ourselves sucking another dick.
Sven was the first to lose control and moaned loudly as his dick began to throb uncontrollably in my mouth. He licked Matt's piss-slit and waited for him to deliver a load onto his tongue, and he swallowed the tasty sticky goo. I felt Matt's warm tongue playing with my dick and shot at that moment.
I woke up with a warm satisfied feeling and felt the stickiness in my sleep shorts. I had been dreaming. It was very vivid, and I swear I could smell Matt. Was he trying to tell me something? I got out of bed and took a quick shower before making my way to an early morning lecture.
After the lecture, I went and found Sven who was in the library basement doing some reading. He looked up and smiled broadly when he saw me. He stood up and hugged me. He joined me for a cup of coffee in the student union. I spoke about his WhatsApp messages and explained why I wanted to take things slow. He held my hand and said that he understood but challenged me to apply my Socratic thinking to our dilemma.
"Let's put it this way: should I at this stage of my life go out with someone like Sven?"
Sven then reminded me of the types of questions I could be asking:
"These questions get people thinking in bigger ways than other questions might. You might ask why you are having the feelings you are having. Ask yourself what your assumptions are and whether they are true. Is there any evidence that these assumptions are true? Can I step back and see a situation from a different point of view?
Perhaps you need to consider the consequences of or ramifications of going out with someone like me. Tom, you also need to ask yourself if these are the right questions to be asking and what my thoughts might be."
I ended up missing my next lecture working through these questions with Sven, and in the end, it seemed that a lot of my thinking was motivated by my guilt about Matt's death. I was with Matt and couldn't stop the fatal stabbing, so I decided to speak to Matt's mom.
Sven wanted me to come over to his place that evening, but I declined and went to see Mrs. Harper instead. We had a long chat about Matt, her husband had shut down completely and wasn't talking. I spoke about my guilt about being there when Matt was stabbed, and how I couldn't do anything. Mrs. Harper felt the two counselling sessions I had weren't enough and suggested that I get more help. She also told me to start making new friends.
Later that evening I saw that I had a message from Sven inviting me to supper. After a busy day, I walked up the hill to Sven's apartment. The view over the suburbs was magnificent and the lights were already coming on. It was very hot as Cape Town had Berg wind conditions. Sven was wearing a pair of shorts and was barefoot. He gave me a little peck to say hello and returned to the stove where he checked on the frittata he had in the oven. His body was firm, fair-skinned and looked good. I suddenly had an urge to get close and hold him tight.
Sven was a little down and when I asked, he said he had heard from Karlstad that his parents were getting divorced.
"It didn't surprise me. There has been tension in their marriage for years, and my dad told me that my mom had already been seeing another man."
Sven's frittata was delicious. He used a recipe that he got in Spain. We shared a bottle of wine in the candlelight, his eyes picking up the flicker. I was less inhibited after two glasses of wine and couldn't take my eyes off his body. He was more relaxed as well, and he reached over the table to kiss me. I was hard, and when Sven stood up to clear the table, I could see the outline of his erection in his shorts.
We continued our conversation on the couch only centimeters apart. Sven told me the story of when he first realised that he was interested in boys:
"I was in Grade 7 and had just started wanking when I went on a church camp. One night when I went to the toilet, I heard soft moans echo off the tiled surfaces coming from the next-door toilet. It must have been someone from our camp, and I was secretly glad that I had finally found someone who shared my new pastime. I knew everyone did it; I just never got to see how, or where.
So, with a hard dick in my shorts, I stepped up on the toilet seat and leaned over the three-quarter wall, keeping my head low. Hans was pumping eagerly at his hard dick, which was, of course, all that I was interested in at the time. Thank goodness he never saw me as he was so engrossed. One hand glided up and down his shaft, occasionally running his fingers over the smooth round head. I watched him shoot his cum onto his stomach, admiring his technique, then he took his hand to his face and hungrily ran his tongue across his palm.
I slipped down quietly, onto the toilet seat and wanked hard. I pumped harder as the feeling grew, and a low cry escaped my lips as two blasts of cum hit the white tiles. My eyes were closed, and I felt the warm cum dribble through my fingers, and for the first time licked it off."
I had my hand on his thigh and I whispered that I wouldn't mind spending the night. He moved closer and he held me tight and kissed me all over my face and neck. Sven's body was warm against mine. I never pushed his hand away when he started massaging my dick and it felt good. I stopped for a moment and grabbed my phone and sent a text to say that I wouldn't be home that night.
Sven removed my shirt and sucked my nipples, while he massaged my dick. Sven's dick felt good in my hand and was substantial, and I gently felt his testicles. We stood up, by now we were naked, and our erections pressed against each other. I was very randy and could have come there, but I wanted the moment to last. Sven and I moved to the small shower, and we soaped each other up and explored each other's bodies for the first time. I got to insert my fingers in his hole, suck his balls, and taste his dick. He did the same to me and I shot in his mouth, I went down on him and enjoyed the flavour of his Swedish cum.
We shared his single 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 Sven. I discovered that he only had one testicle and he told me that he had a testicular torsion when he was younger and that a testicle had to be removed. But as I had just experienced it didn't stop his erections or stop him from producing sperm.
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 Sven while he was still asleep. We showered together that morning and I had to use his toothbrush and razor. I borrowed a pair of his boxers to wear that day. I am sure we could have slept together for the rest of the day, but there was work to be done. He did suggest that we return for a lunchtime snack.
I found it difficult to focus that morning, as images of Sven's body flashed through my mind. I told myself to focus and tried to put him out of my mind. I returned to Sven's apartment at lunchtime where we stripped and sucked each other. We lay on his bed played with each other's hair and fell asleep. I was woken up with my dick being sucked by Sven. We showered and I made my way home.
The semester exams were coming up and I had to study. My term marks were great, but I wouldn't be able to focus if I saw too much of Sven. I never stayed over at Sven again that semester, but I did join him for lunchtime snacks. I achieved excellent results.
Seven invited me to join him on a field trip in the holidays. He was heading to Lesotho to interview experts there in African philosophy.