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Becoming a Philosopher 9
I'm Sven and I'm pleased that I can tell part of this story. Tom came to Sweden for a visit, and it was good to show him around Karlstad, he has been very helpful during my grandmother's illness. Tom was very supportive when I was in South Africa and he helped me through a bad patch. I find it very funny that he calls me his "Swedish boy" since I'm four years older than him - but I quite like that term of endearment.
After a lot of discussion, we decided to drive on our camping trip and not to cycle along the banks of Lake Vänern. We didn't have the right equipment and my old Volvo, and a tent would do the trick. We set out after lunch and didn't travel too far on our 550km circular trip to get to the first campsite. We were allocated a lovely spot away from the caravans and close to the lake. We pitched our hiking tent, put our costumes on and laid our towels on the beach. The scene on the beach reminded me of Georges Suerat's Bathers at Asnières, children were playing, boys were in the water, mothers looked on and me were reading. There was deep quiet, and you only hear the shouts and laughter of children. I applied sunscreen to Tom, gently massaging his back. When he turned over his erection was visible through his Speedo. I smeared the lotion over his thighs and stomach. He then applied the sunscreen on me. After about forty minutes we ran into the cold water. The temperature was just under 17 degrees Celsius and not at all pleasant and it reminded me of the cold water of the Atlantic. Tom had led the way and I followed, and we got out quite quickly to warm up on the beach.
I lay on my towel admiring Tom's body, he was far more muscular than me, his shoulders were broader, and he was covered in goosebumps. I looked at him lying on his folded arms, wet hair, and droplets covering his face, and I admired his confidence and maturity. I was grateful to have him as a friend, and I spoke to him about my dissertation and maintained contact with his beautiful eyes.
That night, it was still very light, we made a fire and grilled two pieces of steak. We had bought some ready-made salads to go with the meat. Initially, we sat around in our shorts, but we soon put our shirts on as it got cooler, and I reminded Tom that this was not Africa. At that moment I dreaded the thought of Tom returning to Cape Town, and I feared being alone again. We took a walk to the shower block and showered before returning to our tent. Tom zipped our sleeping bags together and made sure that the sleeping area was level. He locked our valuables in the car and then climbed into the sleeping bag with me. I immediately snuggled up to him, wrapping my arms around him and kissed him. I could feel his erection against mine and I wanted him in me. Tom was keen too but suggested we use condoms. The magic moment was broken for a bit while he got out the condoms and lube. We were both out of the sleeping bags and he had my dick in his mouth. Tom used his skilful lips and tongue to send waves of pleasure through my body. He eased back my foreskin and took the full length of my Swedish boy-dick his mouth and throat causing me to moan with pleasure. I slowly began to thrust in and out between his lips. I held Tom's head in place as I thrust faster and faster until I reached the point of no return and shot ropes of cum down jis throat.
Tom was on his knees, and I was on my back. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders and smeared the lube in my hole. He rolled the condom onto his throbbing dick and applied the lube. Tom slowly pushed his dick into my hole and it hurt slightly. I relaxed and he slipped in and began to thrust in and out. My flaccid dick started to harden again as he kept touching my prostate with his dick. Tom groaned with pleasure as I tightened my arse muscles. He leaned forward and kissed me while he fucked. He covered my mouth when we heard voices pass by our tent, the next thing Tom was ejaculating, and after a few moments he pulled his dick out of my arse and took off the condom.
After breakfast the next morning we packed up camp and made our way to the next campsite. We passed through magnificent forests, and I stopped a few times for Tom to take photographs. The tourist brochure described the area succinctly:
"The lake is surrounded by diverse landscapes, including forests, rolling hills, and charming villages. The scenery changes with the seasons, offering a different experience whether you visit during the lush greenery of summer or the snow-covered landscapes of winter."
Tom was reading the description of the activities to me as I was driving:
"The region around Lake Vänern is popular for outdoor activities such as hiking, cycling, and fishing. The lake itself provides opportunities for boating, sailing, and kayaking. Numerous trails and nature reserves allow you to explore the natural beauty of the area."
Tom was keen to find a place where we could hire a sailing boat and go sailing. He told me about the sailing course he did in Knysna when he was still a scout.
He was at a sailing training camp where he met a sailing instructor, a tall blond man, around 28 who wore floral baggies and a faded old scout T-shirt. Trent was tanned and looked more like a surfing instructor, and Tom liked his jokes and sexual innuendos, and he thought he was perfect for a gay sixteen-year-old.
On the first day, they went over the basics of sailing and Trent highlighted marine law. He dealt with rigging and the sails, and on that afternoon, they put it all into practice. Trent wore a Speedo on the boat and demonstrated how to position the sails and boat in the wind. His Speedo was wet, and Tom was distracted by his body, and his Speedo and thought that Trent knew it because he called him to assist him in the boat.
On the second night, he helped Trent with the barbeque which gave him a chance to talk to him. That night Trent snuck off to smoke a joint behind the scout shed and was very mellow when he returned.
On the third night, they snuck around the corner, and Trent shared his joint with Tom. Tom's mind was spinning. Trent felt his erection and suggested that I join him in his caravan later that night. He kissed Tom as he climbed up the step of the caravan and briefly gripped his dick.
Trent leaned down and kissed Tom deeply and dropped his towel revealing what his Speedos tried to hide. He took off Tom's shirt and rubbed his chest and sucked his nipples and wanked him at the same time. They soon moved into a 69-position and had each other's dicks in their mouths., and both shot their loads.
My dick got hard as Tom told his story and I couldn't wait to see Tom in his Speedo again. We found a lovely campsite which also hired out sailing boats. They had some inexpensive chalets for rent on the lake, and we decided to stay over for the night.
We were able to hire a Laser for the day and once Tom had rigged the sailing boat up. He explained some of the basics to me as a novice. We had our tracksuit tops on, and we were wearing hats. There was a good offshore wind which swept us into the lake quickly with the wind behind our backs. Tom explained how to use the rudder and what the purpose of the centreboard was. He explained the importance of distributing weight properly. The most important thing I had to learn was how to move when the main sail came around. Tom was a good teacher and I picked up the basics quickly. Tom identified some markers on the shore so that we would find our way back easily.
Once we had made a couple of circuits, not too far from shore, Tom gave me the rudder and asked me to take over. It was incredible feeling the force of the wind on the sails and keeping the boat on course. I had to bring the boat about, and he showed me how to tack into the wind and I was feeling confident. After about two hours of sailing, Tom brought down the sails and we drifted out on the lake and drank and ate the snacks we had taken with. We took our shirts off and got some sun but put them on again.
After the break, we headed further toward the middle of the 5 600 square kilometre lake and could barely see the shoreline. It was very quiet, and you could only hear the water splashing under the hull and sails flapping now and then in the wind. Tom brought the boat about and headed back shore, it was tricky finding our campsite and we had to spend some time searching for our landmarks. I felt a lot more comfortable when Tom identified the landmarks.
We were about 200 metres away from the shoreline when Tom spotted someone struggling in the water and directed me toward the person. Tom pulled down the sails as we got closer. It was a boy, and he was struggling to stay above water. Tom, who was wearing his life vest, dived in and went to help him, while I steered the boat towards them. The naked boy was swallowing water and Tom tried to lift him into the boat. I stretched over and tried to pull, and eventually, Tom joined me in the boat, and together, we pulled him on board. The boy was coughing up water and shivering violently from the cold water. Tom dried him with a towel and gave him his tracksuit top and shorts. His skin was red from the cold, and I held him and tried to warm him up.
Nicolas' lips were still blue, bur colour was slowly returning to his face. He was still shaking as Tom hoisted the mainsail and took us back to shore. We found out that Nicolas was fifteen and that he was from the same campsite. He had a fallout with his family earlier and had wandered off and eventually ended up swimming into the lake to "end things."
Nicolas' parents were grateful for what we did and invited us to dinner. Nicolas was embarrassed and I asked him to come to our chalet before supper. Nicolas joined us with Tom's tracksuit pants and shorts in his hands. Nic was about 5' 8" and had red hair. His skin was pale and freckled and he was very attractive, and the navy-blue tracksuit he wore enhanced his beauty. He hugged us both and thanked us for helping him earlier. We sat speaking and found out that he had come out to his parents the night before and that they were very angry. We told him that his parents would be disappointed with us too, as we were both gay. We stood up pulled him towards us and hugged him. I felt pleased with myself that I was able to help again.
Nicolas' family was welcoming, and they had set a table on their veranda which overlooked Lake Vänern. We soon discovered that they were very religious and had strong views on many things. Both Tom and I, philosophy students, had to bite our lips to maintain the peace. I knew from experience that there was very little purpose in trying to argue with fundamentalists. The sad thing was that they were unaware of just how offensive their views were.
Later that night, Tom and I were lying in bed talking when there was a knock at the door. I got up put on my undies and found Nicolas at the door.