Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2024 19:12:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Harry Broom <harry.broom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming a philosopher 10             Gay/College

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Becoming a Philosopher 10

Sven and I had rescued Nicolas from the icy waters of Lake Vänern. His
grateful parents invited us to dinner. 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 after the rescue enhanced his beauty. He had
come out to his parents the night before and they were very angry.

Nicolas' family invited Sven and I to have supper with them on the day of
the rescue. They were welcoming and had set a table on their veranda which
overlooked the lake. We soon discovered that they were very religious and
had strong views on many things. Both Sven and I, philosophy students, had
to bite our lips to maintain the peace. We knew from experience that there
was very little purpose in trying to argue with fundamentalists. The sad
part was that they were unaware of just how offensive their views were, and
we were pleased to leave.

Later that night, Sven and I were lying in bed talking when there was a
knock at the door. Sven got up, put on his undies, and found Nicolas at the
door in tears. His 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 get some ice 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 go 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 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. It 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 this. 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 organisation. The age of consent in Sweden was 15, and the
rights organisation told Nicolas that he could choose 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 would tutor him. I loved watching Sven come back to
life and take charge again. I thought it might be good for Sven and
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. 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 alongside the river and at
one point we drank ice teas together. He wanted to know more about Cape
Town, and I shared a lot 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 was looking much better; the bruising was clearing up and the cuts
were slowly 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
eventually 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 things had gone well the night before. Sven was incredibly happy
and relaxed, and I was happy that he and Nicolas got on so well.

I joined him and Nicolas on a cycle trip to town to visit a school that
Nicolas was keen to go to. 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
from his previous school 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 hadn't acted
against his father. Nicolas laughed and said that 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 think of joining. 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
bit of the Swedish culture and lifestyle. I also told him that I would like
to see him the Cape Town again when he returns to complete his
PhD. Nicolas, who had never left Sweden, said that he would also love to
visit Cape Town as he had read so much about the place and had watched a
couple of YouTube documentaries.

That afternoon we cycled along the cycle track and made our way back 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. But it wasn't long
before she was asking questions about Nicolas`s religion and whether in
still believed the same things that 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'm able to take a bird-eye view. I don't believe the same
things I did when I was a child."

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
the same 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.