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Little Swallow Surprise 15
This story brings together a few chapters of `Becoming a Philosopher', that were set in Karlstad Sweden, and unifies that story. Sven was a PhD student in Cape Town who had to return home for mental health reasons. Tom is the person who helped him in Cape Town and visits him in Karlstad.
Tom came to Sweden for a visit, and it was good to show him around Karlstad, he has been extremely 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 amusing that he calls me his "Swedish boy" since I'm four years older than him - but I quite like that term of endearment.
After much discussion, we decided to drive by car 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 us 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 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.
It was still light, even though it was late, and 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 walked 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 bag and he had my dick in his mouth. Tom used his skillful 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 into 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 his 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. 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 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 and talked 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, he dropped his towel and revealed 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 hired a Laser for the day and Tom rigged the sailing boat. He explained some of the basics to me as a novice. We had our tracksuit tops on, and we were wearing hats. The offshore wind was good 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 which allowed us to find our way back easily.
Once we had made a couple of circuits, not too far from shore, I took the rudder and took over. It was an incredible feeling to feel the force of the wind on the sails and keep the boat on course. I had to bring the boat about and he showed me how to tack into the wind, I felt 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. We took our shirts off, and got some sun but put them on again so that we didn't burn.
After the break, we headed further toward the middle of the 5 600 square kilometre lake and could barely see the shoreline. It was 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 was a lot more at ease when Tom identified the landmarks.
We were about 200 metres 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, 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 onto 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, and colour was 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 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 extremely 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 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 no purpose in arguing with fundamentalists. The sad thing was that they were unaware of 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.
II
Tom speaks...
Nicolas' face was bleeding, and he was leaning against the door frame. Sven brought him in and hearing the voices and distress I jumped out of bed and ran into the lounge. Nicolas was badly beaten. Through the sobbing, we found out that his father had beaten him, and would have continued if his mother hadn't intervened. He had pushed him out of the chalet and shouted:
"Get out! Get out! Go to your fag friends you're not welcome in our family."
Nicolas sat on the couch next to Sven who had his arm around him trying to console him. I ran to the Volvo to get the first aid kit, typical Scout. I added some antiseptic to warm water and used gauze and cotton wool to clean Nicolas up. I sent Sven to the fridge to make an ice pack to help with the swelling. Seeing this beautiful boy in such pain was distressing. I suggested we get him to a casualty unit, but he refused. I was running on adrenalin and still naked. I grabbed a tent pole and made for the door, I wanted to sort Nicolas' dad out. Sven grabbed me and told me to put some clothes on, and Nicolas begged me not to confront his father.
We made Nicolas comfortable on the bedsitter and I gave him paracetamol for pain. It took a long for me to fall asleep after being so hyped-up. I was up very early to check up on Nicolas who was still fast asleep. I stood studying his long red eyelashes and his pale complexion - he was a beautiful boy. Outside, I heard a car start up, and when I looked out the window, I saw that it was Nicolas' family leaving the holiday resort. I opened the door and almost fell over the suitcase in the doorway which had a note on it:
"Nicolas, you have chosen an abominable lifestyle, you are no longer part of our family."
His mobile phone was also left in his suitcase. Once Nicolas woke up, we discussed the situation. He tried to call his parents using the phone, but they had blocked his number. Sven wanted to go to the police and report Nicolas' father, but Nic didn't want to. Sven then suggested that we abandon our trip, and we return to Karlstad and discuss the situation with his mother who worked as a public prosecutor in her youth.
Mrs. Karlsson was shocked to see the swelling and bruising on Nicolas' face. She asked him to remove his shirt and there was bruising on his upper arms and chest. She was furious and wanted to report the case to the police. Nicolas wanted none of it but agreed to see the family doctor and a gay rights organiser. The age of consent in Sweden was 15, and the rights organisation told Nicolas that he could make a choice to live elsewhere. They also gave him a thousand-krone grocery voucher to help him set up.
Sven was besotted with Nicolas and persuaded his mother to allow him to stay in their guest room, at least for a month. He promised to help Nicolas find a new school and that he would tutor him. I loved watching Sven come back to life and take charge. It would be good for Sven and I persuaded Mrs. Karlsson to allow Nicolas to stay. My Swedish boy was over the moon and jumped like a child when his mother agreed, on condition that she write to Nicolas' family and inform them of the arrangements.
Nicolas was a delight to have around, and I must confess that I did find him attractive too. He had an adventurous spirit and a great sense of humour despite being raised in such a conservative Calvinistic family. I got to know him better one afternoon when we took the bikes into town, and he showed me around. Sven was in an online meeting with his supervisor. I rode behind him and admired his arse. We spent time next to the river, and at one point we drank ice teas together. He wanted to know more about Cape Town and I told about the natural beauty and flora and fauna. At one point we were lying facing each other on the grass and I almost kissed him.
When we got home, I suggested to Sven that Nicolas move into the room I had and that I take Nicolas' room. But Sven said no, as it wouldn't be long before I returned to Cape Town. Nicolas looked much better; the bruising was clearing up and the cuts were healing. He looked less fragile and asked to take us all out to a restaurant to say thank you. There was no drinking that night because you had to be 18 to purchase alcohol. We opened a bottle of prosecco when we got home, and Nicolas got to taste alcohol. We were all feeling mellow. I watched Sven and he flirted with Nicolas. He touched Nicolas's shoulder, put his hand on his thigh at one point, and lightly touched his back. Nicolas had never drunk alcohol before and was extremely happy and lost any inhibition, he joked like I hadn't seen him do before. I suggested we all go to bed once Sven's mum went to bed. I pulled Sven towards me and whispered: "Tonight it is you and Nicolas Sven". Sven and Nicolas went to his room, and I closed the door behind them. I went to my room and locked the inter-leading door.
I wish I had been a fly on the wall that night. I would've loved to see how things unfolded between Sven and Nicolas. I don't think that Nicolas had had much sexual exposure in his conservative upbringing. But how would I know? A lot seems to happen in these Christian groups.
I remembered a story that my cousin Tom in Johannesburg had told me. He was friends with a German guy who had grown up as a Jehovah's Witness in Hamburg. Klaus had his first sexual encounter on a church camp when a boy climbed into bed with him once the lights had been switched off. The boy was slightly older and covered his mouth lightly while he stuck his hand into Klaus' underpants and gently played with his dick. Klaus immediately got an erection, and the boy continued to wank him. Klaus began to breathe more rapidly and got an incredible sensation in his private parts and ejaculated.
The boy then took Klaus' hand and Klaus felt his erection while he slowly wanked his dick. Klaus had never done anything like this before and was excited to feel the boy's dick. The boy shot his cum onto his hand and Klaus brought his hand to his mouth and licked the cum. The boy told Klaus that this was called masturbation and that he could do it on his own. This was the first of many encounters that Klaus had on church camps, and figured out that he enjoyed having sex with boys.
I never heard any sounds coming from Sven's bedroom and I just used my imagination. The next morning Nicolas had a content glow on his face, and I knew that it had gone well the night before. Sven was happy and relaxed, and I was pleased that they got on so well.
I joined him and Nicolas on a cycle trip to town to visit a school that Nicolas was keen to attend. Sven's mother had written a letter to the principal explaining that Nicolas was staying with them and that he would complete his schooling there. She also included a letter from the LGBTQI Organisation. The principal was very progressive and understood the situation and enrolled Nicolas. Nicolas had an excellent academic record which made things easier for the principal. He was also a good swimmer and was a champion volleyball player which helped him gain a place at the school.
The principal was a curious man, and wanted to know why Nicolas did not act against his father. Nicolas laughed and said he understood where his father was coming from and that he just couldn't bring himself to report him. The principal who was a bit of an interfering type, commented that he should really speak to someone and then decide. Nicolas said he would think about it and chat with him once he started school. The principal shook his hand and told him that he was looking forward to him joining the school community. He also mentioned to Nicolas that they had an active LGBTQI group at school and that he should join. The principal then said that he was not in the habit of sharing his sexual identity, but that he would like them to know that he was gay and that he had overcome many challenges in high school.
That afternoon we went to the English pub and sat outside. Sven and I drank a beer while Nicolas sipped a chocolate milkshake. It was a beautiful afternoon, and seagulls gathered around an elderly lady feeding them. I thanked Sven for bringing me to Sweden and helping me understand a little of the Swedish culture and lifestyle. I also told him that wanted him to see him Cape Town again when he returns to complete his PhD. Nicolas, who had never left Sweden, also wanted to visit Cape Town as he had read so much about the place and had watched some YouTube documentaries.
That afternoon we cycled along the cycle track and made our way to Sven's house, where we had supper with Mrs Karlsson and Sven's grandmother. It was my last meal with them as I would return to Stockholm the next day and spend the day touring the city before going home.
Sven's granny was in top form and subjected Nicolas to a barrage of questions. Sven had to intervene to slow her down. It wasn't long before she was asking questions about Nicolas's religion, and whether he still believed the same things he did when he grew up. Nicolas, who I learned could be quite forthright, said:
"Of course not. Your faith changes as you grow older. My life experiences are far richer now and I understand far more about Calvinism as a religious system now, and I can now take a bird-eye view. I don't believe the same things I did when I was younger."
Sven's grandmother was a retired theology professor from the famous Uppsala University. She was an expert on atheism and was a popular teacher. She had a thing for young men, and I realised that she was flirting with Nicolas in a similar way she had done with me. She leaned against him on the couch and held his thigh. For a moment she reminded me of the great philosopher Hannah Arendt who had an affair with Martin Heidegger.
III
Sven speaking...
I am in a good space I have a part-time position at Karlstad University in their Religious Studies Department. I am teaching a course in African Theology and help a professor with some tutoring. It's sessional work, not too taxing, but enough to keep busy. It also gives me enough time to work on my dissertation. I have enjoyed the interaction with the students, and I get on well with the faculty when I see them.
Nicolas has brought a lot of joy into our house. My mother has enjoyed having a younger person in the house and has pleasure from doing things for Nicolas. My grandmother, who visits regularly, enjoys her conversations with Nicolas and they get on well. Nicolas has given me more purpose. I have been able to guide him with his final year studies and talk through some of the challenges he faced. It has been like having the younger brother I never had. Nicolas was a happy young person and saw the funny side of life. Despite growing up in a conservative Calvinistic home he was very progressive and saw the irony in most situations.
My mother enjoyed her work with refugees. She was able to put her legal knowledge to work again which gave her purpose. She was working on a case where a refugee father was abusing his family and where the family remained silent to protect their refugee status. Mrs Karlsson was trying to get them to speak up to protect themselves. She talked about her cases over dinner but honoured confidentiality. Sven's granny was a frustrated theologian and longed for lively debate, as the people in her retirement home mainly spoke about back pain and gardening.
Nicolas was always game for a theological discussion. They had discussed free will, predestination, the problem of evil, the cruelty of God, God and the holocaust, and many other topics. She had given him some books and couldn't wait to engage with him. This was good for Nicolas' ability to think critically, and he was also developing excellent debating skills which he could use at school.
Nicolas and I made sure that we continued to cycle. This gave opportunities to explore the countryside and to get out of the house. However, with winter approaching this would not be possible anymore. I took Nicolas to his volleyball practice at the local club. He was very good, and I didn't mind waiting for him on the side of the court. I never tired of watching this young man moving about athletically and jumping to spike balls. Nic was about 5' 8" and had red hair. His skin was pale and freckled, and he was attractive.
After practices we would drive across town, and he would debrief the play in the car. He would have his hand on my leg (I loved the physical contact). Often, we would take a shower together before dinner. Nic was a touchy guy, and we would soap each other up and wash each other. I liked him washing my hair and I could never get enough of his erect dick framed by red pubic hair. We would wank each other and sometimes suck each other off. I delighted in his muscular youthful body.
After dinner, we would set aside an hour to revise work and ensure that he was up to date. We would then sit in the lounge and watch football or Netflix. We normally sat next to each other and our bodies would touch. Our bare legs would touch If we had shorts on. We didn't kiss or touch in front of my mother, not that she would mind, but we kept that for the bedroom.
Nicolas was adventurous in the bedroom. We were laying in the bed, and I had my hand on his thigh. He moved closer and he held me tight and kissed me all over my face and neck. Nicolas' body was warm against mine. I never pushed his hand away when he started massaging my dick and it felt good. Nic removed my T-shirt and sucked my nipples, while he massaged my dick. Nic's dick felt good in my hand and was substantial, and I gently felt his testicles. By now we were naked, and our erections pressed against each other. I was very randy and could have come there, but wanted the moment to last. I inserted my fingers in his hole, and I sucked his balls, and tasted his dick. He did the same to me.
I reached for the lube and rubbed lube in his hole. I also covered my dick in lube. Nic was on his back, and I moved my dick towards his hole. His legs rested on my shoulders. I pushed in and my dick went in easily. Nic groaned as I moved in and out. Nic asked me to go faster and squeaked when I hit his prostate, I filled his hole and he came at the same time shooting cum on my stomach. I lay on top of him for a while catching my breath and then kissed him. I loved this closeness.
We shared one 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 Nic. 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 Nic while he was still sleeping. We showered together that morning before breakfast.
Nicolas and I planned a cycle trip in the holidays along the shores of Lake Vänern. Karlstad is built on the river delta where Sweden's longest river, Klaralven, runs into the lake. Lake Vänern provides spectacular scenery and a range of activities. The lake's origins go back 10 thousand years ago and the first Viking settlements on its shores appeared in the 11th century.
Tom and I had abandoned our trip around the lake when we rescued Nicolas from his family months ago. This time we cycled to Skutberget Beach about 7km from Karlstad for the weekend. At one time this was a nudist beach, but it didn't seem like it was anymore. We pitched our tent between the water and the ablution block. We had a great view of the lake. We unpacked our stuff into the tent and locked our bikes on a lamppost. We put our bathing suits on and ran into the lake, which was surprisingly warm for this time of year. We cooled down and floated where it was deeper. I suggested that we hire a sailing boat and put my skills to the test. Nic liked the idea, and we found a boat to hire.
I rigged the boat like Tom had shown me, and after putting our life jackets on we sailed towards the middle of the lake, making sure that we could still see the shoreline. Tom had taught me how to use landmarks to navigate. The winds weren't strong, so were not moving that fast. I demonstrated to Nic how to use the tiller and explained how we had to shift our weight as the sail came over. Nic was about to turn pink in the sun, so we headed back to get the sunscreen.
Once we back out on the lake, we pulled the sail down and lay in the sun. There wasn't much space, but we made the most of it. We took our swim shorts off, jumped into the lake, and swam around the boat. After a while, we climbed back into the boat. Both of us had erections and we sat opposite each other wanking in the sun.
We hoisted the sail as the wind picked up to gain more speed. We got back to shore in the early afternoon and went to find a place to eat. We were both starving and enjoyed our burgers and chips. We decided to have supper at the same restaurant. We spent the afternoon lying in the shade reading. I drifted in and out of sleep and enjoyed the absolute stillness alongside the lake. We shared a shower in the ablution block and engaged in our washing routine and mutual masturbation. I made sure I told Nicolas how much he meant to me. But, I regretted saying that because I didn't want him to feel that he owed me anything and I certainly didn't want him to feel any obligation.
That night we had some fantastic homemade soup and bread. We turned in early, zipped our sleeping bags together, and fell asleep in each other's arms. We were woken up after midnight, by shouts and screams. Nic unzipped the tent and saw a cabin on fire. We put on our shorts and T-shirts and ran to see if we could help. Fortunately, the family all managed to escape. Unfortunately, but fire equipment was not strong enough to extinguish the huge flames. It wasn't long before the fire brigade arrived, but the wooden cabin had almost been destroyed. The three primary school-aged children were crying, and their parents stood in shock. Fortunately, they had moved their car to safety, but nearly all their possessions were lost in the flames.
I couldn't believe that this had happened. On our last visit to the lake, we had a near drowning and a family assault. I laughed and told Nicolas that we must choose another destination for our next trip.
On the Monday, I drove Nicolas to school and saw Mr Ahlberg, the school principal. I told him about our weekend trip and the fire. He told me how well Nicolas was doing academically and how easily he was accepted by peers. He was impressed with his critical thinking skills, and his ability to structure an argument was incredible. I told him about my grandmother and the interaction Nic had with her. He listened intently and then asked if I could share her number with him so that he could get her to run some sessions with the senior students. I told him that my gran would certainly agree, as she loved the interaction. I said that she was good on the topic of atheism.
Mr Ahlberg suggested that when Nicolas finished school that Nic and I join him and his partner for a weekend at their cottage on Lake Vänern. I was pleased with my meeting, and I shook his hand and went to the bathroom. I heard sexual moans coming from a stall further down, and it sounded like Nicolas' voice. I froze and waited. The toilet flushed and I looked under the door and saw a young man leave the stall. A minute later I saw Nicolas leaving the stall. He didn't see me, and my heart stopped as I knew what just happened. Part of me was sad and I felt very down. But the more I thought the more things the clearer they became.
That evening, I asked Nicolas what had happened at the school toilets today. He turned red and he told me that he was with Eric a friend from his class, he added that they met regularly. He also told me that he gave Lars, a boy from another class in the grade, regular blow jobs. I was taken aback and remembered how careful Tom was in Cape Town. I hadn't realised how sexually active Nicolas was, and I said that we both needed to go for HIV testing. Nic then added that he was also seeing a boy at volleyball.
I occurred to me that Nicolas was young and that he couldn't commit to one relationship. I was wrong to think that I could pursue a relationship, and I was very foolish messing around with him. I needed to maintain a brotherly relationship and mentor him. I had to take control of my emotions, and I also had to manage my desires.
IV
Nicolas speaks...
Hi, I'm Nicolas. I am the ginger from Karlstad. Sven has been telling you a lot about me and decided that it was time you heard my side of the story. I was lucky that Sven's family took me in when my conservative Christian family threw me out. Sven's mother had been like a mother to me, and his grandmother treated me like her grandson.
It's been funny watching Sven who has been very protective over me. I had decided to end it all and had stripped down and swam into Lake Vänern to drown myself when Sven and Thomas rescued me. I have been living with Sven's family since that incident and have tried to get in touch with my parents who disowned me.
Sven Karlsson was a doctoral student researching African philosophy. He was blonde, about 6' 2" I would guess, and had blue eyes. He was quite slim and moved with confidence. He schooled in continental philosophy and joked that he chose to go to Cape Town to study because of the sun and the sea.
I enjoyed staying with Sven and liked the fact that we had an interleading bathroom. I was mad about him and got hard whenever I was around him, and to be honest, I would have liked to have sex with him every day. But somehow Sven had this idea of not becoming sexually involved with me, but I knew that he struggled to quell the desires he had for me.
I was good on the volleyball court and my academics were excellent. I got the best results in our school-leaving group. I liked sex. When I started masturbating, I was doing it up to four times a day. This was taboo in my conservative Christian group, and as a result, I lived with a lot of guilt at that time.
I enjoyed sex with a lot of people, and this drove Sven mad. His main concern was for my safety and once or twice he called me promiscuous. He also spoke to me and urged me to use a condom a few times and dragged me off for STI testing. Svens' concerns stemmed from his time in South Africa and Lesotho where he saw the devastating impact of HIV in communities. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't crazy, and I did use condoms. I was shit scared of getting HIV, but I was young and like most teens also believed that I was invincible.
Our bedrooms were separated by a shared bathroom. Sven had already put his lights out one Friday night when I went into his room and climbed into bed with him. I had just showered and smelt great. I crept in and snuggled behind him with my erect dick pressed against his arse. I wrapped my arm around his chest, and he was immediately aroused as I kissed the back of his neck. I gently grabbed his dick and slowly wanked him.
He said: "Nicolas, we agreed that we wouldn't do this." But I knew he wouldn't be able to stop himself.
I went down and started sucking his dick and it felt good. I loved sucking dick, and I licked his shaft and played with his balls. He stopped me as he was about to come, and he went down and sucked my eager dick which nestled amongst my red pubic hair. I shot wads of cum and I wiped it off his stomach with the tissues from his bedside table. I sucked him off and swallowed his cum and we fell asleep together that night.
One night I told Sven about one of my first encounters with a boy called Lars. It happened at a Church leadership camp. I was leaning against the window on the bus. The curtain hung loosely over my head and the air conditioner struggled to keep the air cool on the bus. I was glad to be sitting next to Lars who had fallen asleep, and his head was on my shoulder. His leg was against mine and I had a hard-on, I wished I dared to put my hand on his leg. I was a randy 13-year-old boy on my way to our Church welcome camp. I was in the middle of a growth spurt and was a few inches short of six feet tall.
Lars and I came from the same Primary School and that's probably why he chose to sit next to me on the bus. We weren't good friends at primary school, but we did speak to each other. I always had a crush on Lars, he was taller than me when we were younger. He had pale skin, brown curly hair, and glasses. He was a great sportsman and could out-dribble anyone on the soccer field. Being so close to Lars on the bus was a dream come true, and I hoped we would share a room on camp.
We arrived at the camp hours later I hadn't slept much but Lars slept almost all the way. It was a sweltering day, and the temperatures were around 29°C. We were fortunate enough to share a room and I asked him which bed he preferred and chose the bed closest to the window.
We immediately changed into our swimming costumes, as we had been allowed to cool down in the pool. It was a lot of fun goofing around in the swimming pool and everyone appreciated the camp leader for allowing us this time. The leader called us out of the pool and told us to shower and put some clothes on before going to supper. Camp Nova had an excellent reputation for its meals, and we couldn't wait to get stuck into the fried chicken and chips that had been prepared. We were also treated to dessert afterward and then went to the hall where we played icebreakers. At around 10 o'clock we were given hot chocolate and told to get to bed as soon as possible because we would have a long day the next day.
We both changed into our underwear climbed into bed and fell asleep quickly. The next morning, I woke up early with my regular hard-on. Lars was still sleeping, and I snuck off to the bathroom to have a piss. We were divided into groups after breakfast and had to develop our war cry and a logo for our team. Luckily Lars and I were on the same team. There were also two girls from our old primary school in the team. They kept us moving at the camp and we were immediately taken to the climbing wall where we scaled up the wooded face. It wasn't an easy climb but with some encouragement, we all managed. The sun beat down relentlessly and we were then taken to the first obstacle course where we were required to work together. Some of the obstacles were challenging and a lot of fun.
After lunch, we were allowed to cool down in the pool. I caught a glimpse of Lars's dick when we were changing in our room. He was cut and his dick swung freely as he pulled his swimming shorts on. I felt a tingle in my dick as I pulled my damp swimming shorts on. The pool provided respite from the heat. Lars and I play-wrestled in the pool and I swear that he groped me twice. Lars was muscular and I enjoyed seeing his chest muscles in the water.
After a long afternoon of endless activities, a campfire concert, and communal showers, Lars and I found ourselves alone in our room. I noticed how Lars looked at me, his eyes fixed on my dick. We climbed into our beds wearing our undies and he switched off the lights. Lars asked me if I wanked, and I told him that I did, "twice a day at least" I said.
He told me that he started masturbating two years ago and couldn't get enough, and. that he was hard talking about it. I told him that I was hard as well, and I got out the bed and joined him in his. Lars put his arm around me and pulled me close and put his hand around my erect dick and began wanking me. It felt good having someone else's hand on my dick, and I stretched out to touch his dick.
Lars went down and started to suck my dick. I had never experienced this before and the warmth of his mouth on my dick made me even more aroused. I had to stop him, or I would have shot my load then. I went down and took his dick into my mouth, the precum tasted sweet. Lars asked me to watch out for my teeth as it hurt. I made sure to use my lips and felt his dick throb before he shot into my mouth. I loved the taste of his cum and swallowed it. He came up and gave me a light kiss and then he went down and sucked me until I shot in his mouth.
I got back into my bed and mulled over what had just happened and knew that the rest of the trip was going to be fun with Lars. I woke up early the next morning with Lars in my bed sucking my dick, and I couldn't believe that I was so lucky.
After breakfast, we set out on a hike to a farm dam ten kilometres away. I got to apply the sunscreen on Lars's back and found this very sensual. Especially when he did the same to me. It was another hot day several boys had removed their shirts revealing different body types. Some were undeveloped and skinny like me, while others, like Lars, were muscular and more developed. Now and again, we would take a water break and catch our breath. It was great to finally reach the farm dam, away from trekking through lush green grass. Ticks were a problem though and we had to sit alongside the dam picking them off our legs. The funny thing is that sitting on the ground gave you a vantage of grass, and with careful observation, you could see ticks riding on the swaying blades of grass.
We rushed into the cool water of the farm dam and goofed around, and Lars almost pulled my shorts off. After about fifteen minutes there were shouts of horror as campers discovered that they had leaches on them. I looked down and found leeches on my chest, legs, and arms. It wasn't easy getting them off as they sucked with all their might. Once we got out, Lars and I plucked them off each other. I found some between my legs and asked Lars to check behind my ears and neck. Some girls were crying while the camp leader tried to console them.
We returned to the camp in time for lunch, many of the campers were very tired. We were allowed to cool down in the pool again after lunch. I was quite horny after all the touching in the morning, and I got to suck Lars off while we were supposed to be changing. His hard dick welcomed my wet mouth, and he moved his hips up and down while I sucked. I enjoyed tasting his cum again.
That evening Lars told me everything about his cousin who was three years older than him. He had introduced Lars to masturbation and had later shown him other things. Lars was keen to show me what else he knew, and I couldn't wait for him to show me. We didn't put our sleep shorts on after showering. Our door was locked, and we both walked around with bouncing dicks. Lars showed me how to move into a 69 position so that we could both suck each other's dicks at the same time. While I sucked him, he sucked me. The feeling was sensational and smelling, seeing, tasting, and feeling his dick in my mouth was so alluring. I was getting the hang of it and gently glided my tongue over his glans eager to please him. I felt his dick getting harder and readied my mouth to receive his cum. My dick stiffened and my body jerked as I shot cum into his mouth.
Later that night Lars had me on my stomach and started lick my arse, his dick was hard, and he said that he was going to try and fuck me. His cousin had done it to him a few times and he wanted to try. I agreed and he lifted my arse slightly as he stuck a pillow under me. He put some sunscreen on his dick and tried to put it into me. It hurt like hell, but I wanted to work. After trying a few times, he pushed in deeper., but it wasn't comfortable or nice. It felt like a knife as I groaned with pain. I grit my teeth as Lars got his head in and he tried to move in and out. But his dick kept slipping out and I suggested that I suck him off and I try again another time. I turned over and I took his dick into my mouth.
We sat on the same seats on the bus on our way back to Church, Lars and I had deepened our friendship.
Sven knew about my encounter with Daryl, the tennis coach. The blond-haired Daryl spent most of his week on the tennis court and was beautifully tanned. He was fit and moved with speed and dexterity, and could easily reach most balls coming at him. Daryl had blue eyes and a lean build and would certainly qualify to be in any Men's Health magazine.
I soon found that Daryl was self-absorbed and mostly spoke about himself, his fitness regime, and his diet plan. He was also worried about his tan. I found him quite boring and would rather be with Sven's grandmother who got me thinking.
I told Sven that Daryl was quite macho and enjoyed being rough, something I didn't like. Once Daryl was hard again, with the help of a little blue pill, he went down on me and sucked and played with my hole using lube.
"Next thing he had me on my stomach and he thrust his hard dick into my arse and started pounding. It was uncomfortable and at one point he had his hands around my neck, and I found it hard to breathe. The whole experience wasn't pleasant, and I left when I got a chance to put my clothes on."
Sven had asked around and Andreas told him that Daryl had a bit of a bad reputation and slept around with some of the youngsters he coached. Sven suggested that I stay away from him and test again.'
I understood where Sven was coming from, even though he irritated me. Once he said, "I don't want anything nasty happening to my beautiful ginger boy." Sven was excited to hear that I had met a new friend at university. Ahmed was from Syria when he was still at school and had completed his schooling in Sweden. He told me that he was gay, and we kissed at the back of the library one afternoon.
I didn't like the word "promiscuous" it reminded me too much of my family. They called you promiscuous if you just looked at another person. I didn't want to sleep around, but I was testing the bounds of freedom. I wondered how things would develop with Ahmed, I certainly found him attractive. He had wavy black hair and was taller than me and was muscular. He certainly had no hesitation feeling my stuff when we kissed, and he allowed me to stick my hand down his pants to feel his erection and moaned slightly as I ran my fingers across his glans.
V
Sven had spent three months in Cape Town completing his PhD dissertation and reconnecting with his friends Tom and Martin. It was a great experience, and he was reluctant to return home.
Sven speaks...
Nicolas was waiting at the airport to pick me up. He welcomed me at the arrivals gate with open arms and a huge smile. His curly red hair framed his boyish fair-skinned face. He told me that there was a lot he wanted to talk about. He took my bag and wheeled it to the car. I told him that I had a successful trip and had submitted my dissertation, I also spoke about the great time I had with Tom and Martin and that I almost didn't return.
Nicolas' studies were going well, but he had stopped speaking to Ahmed. He told me that Ahmed and he met in the library and kissed a few times and that they also got their hands in each other's underwear and played with each other's dicks. He was under the impression that Ahmed wanted to go further, so he invited Ahmed over one Saturday when everyone was away. He arrived after lunch, and they sat around drinking Cokes in the lounge before they went upstairs.
"We stripped and Ahmed pushed me onto the bed face down. There was no kissing, and he spat on his hand to lube his dick. His dick was rock hard and dark brown. I was hard and I felt him push his thick dick into my arse. He was rough and slapped my arse hard. I let him in, and he moved his hips fast and rammed his dick in and out. There was no tenderness. He hovered over my back, got hold of my neck, and started to choke me. It was difficult to breathe, and I lost my erection and told him to stop. But he continued and I felt him come in my arse. We cleaned up and I told him to leave. He didn't say much, but I knew I wasn't interested in this kind of guy and he reminded me of my tennis coach."
When Nicolas saw Ahmed on campus, he told him he wasn't interested in talking. He was upset initially, but he never spoke to anyone. He had bruises on his neck which he found difficult to explain. I told him that I was sorry and that we should speak to the Gay and Lesbian organisation, which his former principal was an organiser. But Nicolas said he'd just steer clear of the creeps like Ahmed. I admired his resilience and was attracted to my Swedish ginger.
Our house was empty, my mother and grandmother were visiting my sister at her military base in the north. Nicolas said that my mother desperately needed a break from her refugee work. The house was quiet, and Nicolas switched on the TV. I was keen to get a quick update on Swedish news. Nic went to the kitchen to make supper. I joined him in the kitchen after the news. I hugged him and told him that I missed him. Nic reached up and gave me a deep kiss, told me he wouldn't forget what Tom and I had done for him. I asked if he had seen his family, but they still refused his calls. Nic was very happy here with my mom and grandmother, and they kept him on his toes. He walked the dog and that was the only regular job he had. He wished there was more he could do around the house to help.
After supper, we played a game of cards, but I was exhausted after the long journey, and we soon called it a night. I felt much better after a shower, and I smelled nicer too. I was changing into my sleep shorts when Nic knocked and asked if he could sleep with me. I had always been hesitant, but his boyish looks and my fondness for him made it easy to say yes. He ran and jumped up onto me, almost causing me to lose my balance. We kissed and I lay him down on the bed. Nic had grown while I was away and he had developed some more muscle, and his dick was tenting in his sleep shorts.
I told Nic about the evening I handed my dissertation in. I was with Tom and Martin and felt so content and safe and a feeling of happiness washed over me that night. We were in a pub and I wished that we were all back in the apartment in the double bed. Tom had his arm around me and whispered how proud he was of me.
It was late and we called an Uber to take us home. I went to the kitchen and put the kettle on to make some coffee, and Tom and Martin called me to join them in the shower. They were being silly and squeezed the olive-scented gel onto me and soaped into a lather. Their hands wandered all over my body and Martin massaged my hole. Tom massaged my chest and his hands went down to my dick and balls. It felt good, and I moaned. Tom kissed me and Martin came up behind me and rubbed his dick on my lower back. I felt Martin's dick being pushed into my arse and I relaxed to make his entry easier. Tom slowly wanked me. Martin had gone right in, and I felt his balls against my arse as he slowly moved his hips. His dick got my prostate, and my body shivered each time. I was so aroused that my cum shot into Tom's mouth. A minute or two later Martin's dick started throbbing and he pulled out and unloaded on my back. I pulled Tom towards me and started wanking Tom who shot his load onto me in seconds.
Nicolas lay on his back listening to my story while he slowly wanked my dick. I turned to him and kissed him deeply and said it would be great if he visited Tom and Martin.
"You will like Martin. Martin is a quiet person and a deep thinker and like Tom, tends to philosophise at times, he's a lot like my grandmother."
Nic snuggled up to me and had his arm over my chest, he kissed me and told me how he appreciated being close to me. He had so many nasty encounters with guys, but he said he felt safe with me. He moved onto my body and rubbed his dick against mine. I was hard and ran my fingers through Nic's red curls.
We took our sleep shorts off and were naked together. I went down and took Nic's dick into my mouth it was short and stiff, and he had good girth. I nestled my nose in his red public hair and fingered his hole at the same time. Nic told me to stop and moved down and took my dick in his mouth.
"Hey Swedish boy, l like you," he said.
He played with my foreskin with his tongue and used his hand to wank me. I was so aroused that I ejaculated in his mouth. I moved down and took his dick in my mouth and pleasured him till he came. We kissed and shared each other's cum.
We lay beside each other, and I told Nicolas about my time in Langabaan. We had a huge hotel room. It had two king-sized double beds and a small lounge area. One evening Martin and Tom came out of the shower, I was lying on my bed with a book in my hands when they split up and launched onto the bed from either side. I dropped my book and raised my hands to defend myself. Tom grabbed me from behind and held me while Martin went down and sucked my dick. I laughed and pretended to fight them off. Tom was hard and lay under me with his dick pressed against his back. I'm ticklish and laughed a lot.
Martin stopped sucking and I came up and gave him a deep kiss. Tom nibbled Martin's ear and eventually, we arranged ourselves into a daisy chain with Martin still sucking my dick. I stopped them and told them that I wanted to taste Martin and slowly began to suck his dick. Martin squirmed and almost came. Tom was behind my arse playing with his hole with my tongue. We moved into a daisy chain again and Martin blasted off in my mouth setting off a chain reaction. That night I shared the bed between Martin and Tom.
The next morning, I was up first and made breakfast. I wasn't wearing any clothes and Nic joined me. Nic had his sleep shorts on and told me how beautiful I looked. We showered after breakfast, and I enjoyed washing Nic's body. He soaped my hair and we wanked each other and shot onto each other's bodies. Nic was running late and had to rush off to his first lecture.
I got a call from the gender studies department. I had applied for a tutoring position while I was in Cape Town, they wanted me to come for an interview that afternoon, as one of the staff members had left unexpectedly. The interview went well. I spoke about my work in African philosophy and gender, I also told them about the course on the philosophy of sex that I tutored on. I spoke about my own sexual identity and my interest in violence in gay relationships. They liked my thinking and asked me to start the following week, and I agreed to attend lectures to get a feel for the course and students.
I was very excited and called Tom to share the news, I also told him about Nicolas and said it would be great if he and Martin visited sometime. My mom and grandmother were home and welcomed me. They were delighted that I had submitted my PhD and that I found a job at Karlstad University. They hugged me and my mother said that she was glad that I was doing well, and that Nicolas had gone through a rough patch and couldn't wait for me to return from South Africa. I told her we had spoken about things and that I was glad to be back home with him.
Nic arrived in time for dinner, and it was good to have everyone around the table. They told me that my sister worked in a remote place, and that It was extremely cold there, but that she was very happy. Nic told us about his day and that he had decided to join the university volleyball club. I told them about the interview with the gender studies department and that I would start getting up earlier.
I had already turned the lights off when Nic came through the interleading door and asked if he could come in. I was glad that he was with me and kissed him once he got in. My dick was hard with anticipation, and I kissed his neck and went down to suck his nipples. I could feel his erection through my sleep shorts, and we soon removed the cotton barrier. I was on top of him and rubbed my dick against his. He gripped my dick and held it together with his and wanked me. I kissed him and he asked me to fuck him, but I first wanted to get his stocky little dick in my mouth. I went down and sucked him until he told me to stop.
I got the lube out, lifted his legs, and started to lube his hole, I kissed his thighs and wet my dick. I slowly pushed my dick into his hole. Nic was quiet, and I asked him if he was okay. And he told me it felt good. I leaned down and kissed my ginger boy, and he smiled at me. I began to thrust my hips in and out and he let out a groan of pleasure as he licked his lips. I used my one hand to wank Nic at the same time. Having my dick inside Nic felt good, and I could feel him tightening and loosening his muscles. Nic shouted quietly that he was coming, and he shot his load onto my chest. I thrust more slowly and with more intent and I felt my dick throbbing inside Nic and I shot my load. It was incredible and lay half on top of him and kissed him all over his face.
Afterward, Nic said that it was wonderful. But he was a little worried that I would hurt him. I kissed him again and said "Never." I slipped off Nicolas and we lay next to each other in silence. I thought about our journey, rescuing him from Lake Vänern, saving him from an abusive father, and taking him into our family. Nicolas had grown, become more confident, and developed better social skills. Nic played with my flaccid dick, and we fell asleep.
Nicolas' phone rang at about four in the morning. It was his mother, who hadn't been in touch since he was thrown out. His father had a heart attack at around midnight and died when they got to the hospital. He was a little bewildered and took a minute to take in the news and told his mother that he would return home to be with the family. Nic got up and took a quick shower, packed a bag, said goodbye, and made his way to Stoghall. He didn't want me to accompany him and said it would be best that I stay away.
Nic was away for a week, but he checked in every day. Nicolas refused to attend prayer meetings and prayers and chose to focus on the practical arrangements for the funeral. His siblings were glad to have him home. Things were tense between Nic and his mother, she wanted him to repent and return to the Church, but he refused.
Nic realised, soon after he was banished, that his late father was a bully and that his religion made him a bigot. Nicolas helped with the funeral for his mother's sake but found it difficult, as he had never forgiven his father for the way he had treated him.
Note
In Chinese culture, the swallow holds a special place and is a symbol of good luck and prosperity. They are known for their beautiful song and their ability to build intricate nests.
The swallow is also seen as a symbol of freedom and independence. Its ability to soar through the skies with ease and grace represents the desire for liberation and the pursuit of personal freedom. Swallows are migratory birds that travel thousands of kilometres each year, and return to their nesting sites in China during the spring season. Just as the swallow is not bound by the constraints of the ground, individuals who resonate with this symbolism break free from societal expectations, and live life on their terms.