Date: Sat, 6 Jan 2024 07:20:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: Harry Broom <harry.broom@yahoo.com>
Subject: Becoming a philosopher 5   gay/colloge

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Becoming a Philosopher 5

I hadn't seen Sven since getting back from Lesotho. It had been a week, and
I was missing my anxious Swede who hadn't been in his office and wasn't
responding to texts. So, I walked up the hill to his university
apartment. Different thoughts were going through my mind, and I picked up
my pace. The access code got me through the ground-floor security door. My
heart was beating rapidly as I knocked on his door. There was no answer,
and I turned the door handle and the door opened. The apartment was in a
mess, plates were lying around with uneaten food, clothing all over the
floor, books, and the bag he used in Lesotho lying around.

Sven was in bed, and I raced to him to check if he was breathing. I leaned
over and shook him by the shoulder, and he stirred. I asked him if he was
OK. He was a little groggy but seemed fine. I sat next to him on the bed
and felt his forehead, much like my mom did when I was little, and his
temperature felt normal. I saw an empty tablet bottle next to his bed and
asked him what he had taken.

"Nothing, that was my anxiety medication and I finished that. I have been
very down and just haven't been able to get going. Thanks for being here."

The scout in me came to the fore and I opened the curtains and the windows,
cleared up the mess, and threw the rubbish in the bin, washed the dirty
dishes, and got the place looking liveable again while Sven lay in his
bed. I sat him up and told him that he needed to get up. Sven was naked,
and I helped him to the shower. He became steadier as we got to the
shower. I couldn't believe what Sven looked like, his blonde hair was
matted, and he smelled bad. I took my clothes off and washed him in the
shower. I started with his hair and worked my way down, I cleaned his arse
and washed his dick which was getting hard, and then his legs. I turned the
water off and dried him.

He looked better already as I towel-dried his hair, standing behind him. I
was hard, and my dick bounced around with the movement. Sven grabbed my
dick and tried to wank me, and I pushed his hand away.

"Not now," I said.

Once Sven was dressed and had some coffee, I took him down to the campus
health centre where we saw a doctor. Physically Sven was fine, and she
filled his script for antidepressants. She wasn't exactly sure, but she
guessed that he was depressed and referred him to a psychiatrist.

We went off campus to a famous pizzeria for an early lunch. Sven was coming
back to life, and he even smiled now and again. I suggested that he text
his family in Sweden to check in and say he was OK.

The insurance had paid my parents out for my stolen car, and I had a new
second car. I took Sven up the cableway to the top of Table Mountain, and
we walked the paths we had walked months ago. The winds were picking up and
I suggested we get off the mountain before they closed the cableway. Sven
held my hand as we walked back to the car and thanked me for getting him up
and going again. I told him that I didn't mind if he saw the
psychiatrist. We stopped at a grocery store and got some basic supplies,
and he asked me to come up to the apartment with him.

Sven kissed me, we stripped and stepped into the shower, and the water
washed down on us. We soaped each other up and massaged each other's backs,
we washed our arses, I massaged his head as he played with my ears with his
mouth. Our dicks were hard and kept touching. Sven held them together in
his large hand and he wanked us together. He played with my foreskin and
docked our dicks. At the same time, we kissed with the water washing over
our faces. I went down on my knees and sucked Sven's dick until he filled
my mouth with his sweet cum. He pulled me up and then went down on his
knees in front of me and sucked me. His tongue caressed my head, and I felt
his tongue in my piss slit. It wasn't long before I felt my balls
contracting and I shot into Sven's mouth.

Afterward, I thought of a Haiku:

In shared love's embrace,

Two boys find a world so true,

Their hearts beat as one.

The psychiatrist wasn't happy with Sven's situation, he was worried that he
had no support structure in South Africa and that the new environment had
contributed to the anxiety. He felt that in addition to medication, it
would be better for Sven to return to Karlstad. Sven was unsure what to do
and felt like a failure, he said that he needed time to think things
through and to discuss things with me.

I arranged to stay with Sven for a week to keep an eye on him. The room was
a little small for the two of us, but I only planned to be there at
night. Sven cleared the arrangement with the warden who gave permission. I
wanted to make sure that my Swede was eating properly and that he was
working on his doctorate.

During the week we spoke a lot about his return to Sweden. We looked at the
pros and cons. We considered the scenarios and it seemed that he could do a
lot of the work on his doctorate in Sweden. We were lying on his bed when
he said that he would miss me, and I said that I would visit. He turned and
kissed me and said:

"No silly, I would miss this."

I spooned Sven and held him close. I felt a deep connection with him and
quietly asked him if I could fuck him. He nodded and l lubed up my dick and
slowly pushed in, moving my hips forward and backward. Sven moaned with
pleasure. Sven released his load and his body trembled as he pulled me
closer to him his cum lying on his stomach. It wasn't long before I felt my
testicles tighten and my dick started throbbing in his arse I a shot.

We finally became quiet. I didn't fall asleep easily as thought about Sven
and his mental health problems, and I wondered if I would ever see him
again.

Sven also spoke to the professor supervising him and to the psychiatrist
and finally decided to return to Sweden. Sven wanted me to have some of his
clothes to remember him by and gave me three shirts and some T-shirts, he
also gave me two pairs of boxers. I had grown to like Sven, a complicated
person, and would miss him. I hadn't known him as well as I knew Matt and I
certainly couldn't read his Nordic mind.

I asked Martin, a fellow student, and an old scouting friend, to help
transport Sven and his luggage to the airport. Sven's luggage was
overweight and had to pay extra. There was sadness in the departure hall as
we hugged and said goodbye. Sven was in tears and thanked me again for
helping him through a difficult time. I kissed him and said:

"What are friends for."

He turned and walked through the entrance into the lounge, and Martin and I
watched him go through the security check.

Sven sent a text when he eventually arrived in Sweden and thanked me again
for everything. I thought about our time in Lesotho and the importance of
friendship in the African world. Both our lives were enriched by each
other. I know that my time at university with him changed me, I became more
attentive and much more aware of someone else's needs. On further
reflection, I also knew that a lot of those values were developed through
scouts.

A week later I got a call from Sven's number, but it wasn't him on the
line. It was his mother. She briefly introduced herself and thanked me for
being so kind to Sven when he was in Cape Town. I could hear hesitation in
her voice, and then she told me that Sven had taken an overdose of pills
and that he was in the ICU. I was silent for a moment and tried to compose
myself and asked:

"Will he be, OK?"

She said that it was difficult to say, but she would let me know whatever
happens. I had a funny feeling in my stomach suddenly, and I hoped that he
would be OK. So many questions flashed through my mind:

"Where did it happen? What did he do? What made him do it? Was there a
trigger? Would it have been better for him to stay in South Africa?"

I wished Mrs. Karlsson strength and asked her to please stay in touch. I
sent her an email after the call.

Dear Mrs Karlsson and family

I can only imagine it to be an incredibly challenging time for you and your
family. Sven's recent struggle weighs heavy on my heart, and I offer my
support during this difficult time.

The pain and confusion that come with such a situation can be
overwhelming. Your strength in facing this hardship is admirable, and I
commend you for your courage. It's natural to feel a whirlwind of emotions
right now—confusion, fear, sadness, and perhaps even anger. But in these
turbulent times, please remember that you are not alone.

Sven's well-being is very important, and I hope he is receiving the care
and attention he needs at this critical time. Please also take care of
yourself.

Time, love, and support can be powerful healers. While the road ahead is
daunting, with patience, understanding, and care, it's possible to find
hope and light even in the darkest moments.

Yours faithfully

Tom