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Dodging Diplomacy 2
You met us, Sam, and Amir, around Valentine's Day. We both completed our schooling at an international school in The Hague and are first-year students at a university in Leiden. Our parents are senior diplomats, and our countries are at war. Unfortunately, because of security arrangements, we couldn't live in residence and are always under the watch of security intelligence which was very stifling.
Amir and I never visited each other's homes but met at the tennis club and sometimes at nightclubs. At school, we went on school trips together and on camps with the adventure club, and it was on these excursions that Amir and I developed a more physical attraction. Amir had black hair, and brown eyes and was about my height. His complexion would probably be described as Mediterranean.
The trip we made to Amsterdam on Valentine's Day was a highlight for both of us, and we both looked forward to our engineering field trip to Leuven in Belgium.
Our bus arrived in the centre of the city. The university had secured reasonably priced accommodation at the historic Klooster Hotel not far from the main university building. As we stepped onto the cobblestone streets of Leuven, we were captivated by the city's historic charm and character. Vibrant energy pulsated through the medieval alleys and open squares were inviting.
Towering gothic architecture loomed overhead, casting intricate shadows against the sun-lit facades. Once we put our bags down in our rooms we wandered through the heart of the city, caught up in the rich tapestry of history hidden in stone.
The imposing spires of the university library were striking, and the ornate facade of St. Peter's Church was a testament to the city's long academic heritage. Students from around the world bustled through the streets, their laughter mingling with the sound of street musicians.
Leuven's beauty was not just in its architectural splendor but also in the warmth of this student city. We sat drinking beer on one of the squares and enjoyed the smiles from passerby students, and we sensed belonging in the fabric of the city.
As the sun set, casting a golden hue over the skyline, we found ourselves reluctant to leave the square, but we looked forward to exploring the hidden corners and unravelling the city's secrets.
We had a few minutes to ready ourselves in our room before going downstairs to a reception with the KU engineering department. Samir and I washed each other in the shower using the fragrant hotel gel and wanked each other. Samir kissed me and I pulled his body against mine and we rubbed our dicks together. We shot off on each other's stomachs and hastily rinsed off and got dressed. We arrived in the hall just in time to hear the Dean of Engineering's speech. He warmly welcomed us and invited us to explore the city in our own time.
We were tired and decided not to join our friends on their pub expedition. Besides I preferred exploring Samir's body! It was a repeat of Amsterdam. Samir's dick was vertical and looked inviting. I was hard too and felt very randy. Samir made the first move and gripped my cut dick while he kissed me deeply. I rubbed my hand over his chest and played with his nipples, and he squirmed. I pushed Samir onto the bed and went down to suck his dick. He was oozing precum and I enjoyed the sweetness on my tongue. I played with his dick head and got my tongue into his piss slit and he pushed me off not wanting to shoot too early. It was incredible lying on Samir, the closeness was intense. I loved the feeling of his heart beating and having his breathe so close to my face. I wanted this moment to happen again, and it was happening. No external eyes, no hiding, no rushing - just the two of us.
I held him tight, and he held me, and it felt right. Samir rolled me off him and he got on top of me. Our dicks were touching against each other's bodies as he kissed me. He went onto his knees and kissed my entire body from head to toe. Our dicks responded to the stimulus immediately and we ground against each other. I reached down and moved my hand towards Samir's hole, inserting a finger just inside and producing a contented moan from him.
Fortunately, the tube of lube was handy, and I reached over and passed it to Samir who spread a liberal amount on my dick, and I spread it on Samir's hole. We moved so that hat they could get into the right position with Samir's legs in the air and fully exposing his welcoming hole. When we were ready, I moved forward until the tip of my dick was at the entrance to Samir's arse and slipped through the tight ring that expanded to receive me. Slowly and steadily, I advanced my rock-hard dick inside Samir's arse. He moaned as I touched his prostate with my thrusting dick. It was not long before we reached a steady rhythm. We were breathing hard and moaning and Samir reached for his dick and wanked himself.
"Keep going, harder," he said.
I responded by pounding his hole even harder and knew that I was fast reaching my climax and gasped:
"Here I come!"
Samir tightened his arse muscles, and I started shooting inside his hole. The effect was to set off Samir's orgasm and he shot his cum onto my stomach and the rest landed on my face. We lay next to each other on the firm mattress, and I ran my fingers lightly over his chest.
After breakfast, we walked across town to the engineering building where we had lectures on design and strength. Lunch was in the student union building and we sat with Coen and Beatrix who had been going out since they were at school. They were a nice couple and came from Brugge. Coen was a soccer fan and his conversation revolved around soccer. Beatrix was interested in beguines, a group of medieval laywomen, not nuns, who didn't live in monasteries. They practiced a remarkable way of living independently, and they were never a religious order or a formalized movement.
Beatrix wanted to see the houses they had in Leuven. She told us that there were common elements and that these women shared across Europe, including their visionary spirituality, their business acumen, and their courageous commitment to the poor and sick. Beguines were essentially self-defined, in opposition to the many attempts to control and define them. They lived by themselves or in communities called beguinages, which could be single homes for just a few women or, as in Brugge, Brussels, and Amsterdam, walled-in rows of houses where hundreds of beguines lived together, villages of women within a town or city.
Samir and I joined Beatrix and Coen that afternoon to explore the houses the Beguines had in town. We also visited the Church where St Damien of Molokai was buried. He was a Belgian priest who devoted his life to missionary work among the Hawaiian lepers and became a saint of the Catholic Church. This was all new for a Jewish boy like me.
I had to check in with embassy security in the morning and at night. The security coordinator from Brussels checked in too. We got to see the famous statue called Sapienta. It had water being poured into his head was meant to symbolise knowledge flowing into his brain. An intricate math formula is scrawled across the front cover of the book he clutched that, when solved, forms the Dutch word for "happiness."
Both Samir and Beatrix had come down with a vicious virus and had temperatures along with other students. They were vomiting and confined to their rooms. Coen and I sat with some other students for dinner, and later we drank a couple of beers at the pub. I read the signals and saw that the attractive 6' 4" blond Coen was coming onto me. He was touchy and his bar stool was almost next to mine. He suggested that I go up to his room and share a drink from the room fridge. Coen was fortunate enough to have a single room, and I sat on the bed opposite him while he poured two whiskeys and water. He had taken off his jumper and his slim body looked good. He was directly opposite me on a chair and drank his whiskey. He leaned forward, gripped my thigh, and ran his hand along it. I got hard and held his hand. He then moved his hand onto my dick and gave it a light squeeze. I was aroused, but for a moment thought of Samir and Beatrix.
Coen moved forward and he kissed me on the lips. I had mixed feelings. Part of me wanted to go ahead, while part of me hesitated. Coen pushed me onto the bed and half his body was on me. His hand went down to my dick, and he slid it up and down. I found the smell of his body incredible, and that made me want to go further. It wasn't long before we got rid of our clothes, and I had my hand on his dick slowly wanking him. He had the biggest dick I had ever seen, and it bent down slightly. The girth was impressive, and Coen was a great kisser too.
Coen went down and sucked me; his warm lips surrounded my cut dick. He knew how to give head. I stopped him before I came, and I went down on his monster. I opened my mouth wide and was barely able to accommodate him. After a while, we moved into a 69 position and pleasured each other at the same time. Coen's dick stiffened as he readied himself to shoot in my mouth, and that triggered me to do the same.
Coen wanted to know if he tasted like cheese, and I laughed and told him he tasted like spunk. We lay quietly caressing each other, and Coen implored me to say nothing to Beatrix. He hadn't had sex with her because she had taken a virginity pledge. I told him that I would probably tell Samir, but he asked me not to. I eventually got up and returned to my room. This was providing to be an interesting engineering field trip.