Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2023 20:11:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Harry Broom Subject: Kosher Christmas gay/college Important note This a story of gay fiction for a mature audience. It contains consenting sex between men. If this offends you, leave or is illegal where you live, leave now. If you enjoy the stories on the site, donate to Nifty to keep the site going. Kosher Christmas I was a different person when I completed my military service, I was far more open-minded about the world, and I was less rigid. I knew that I could not return to the Shul that I grew up in and that I was on a collision course with my family. I wasn't prepared to lead a double life and to pretend that I was religious. I was part of the Anusim -Jews who have inwardly renounced strict Haredi practices. The term, which translates as "the coerced," comes from Jews forced to convert to Christianity during the Inquisition, but I use it in the sense of being obliged into Orthodoxy. I stopped my daily prayers and did not go to Shul. I still believed, but not in the same way my family did. I spoke to Shmuel a rabbinic student who had also left our community and he said: "You are projected into a new universe of which you know nothing. You do not know anyone, you have no career, you have not studied and you have to face it, but this feeling of freedom is worth it." I asked him whether he would ever consider openly renouncing the ultra-Orthodox life he no longer wants, Shmuel said: "One day, maybe." I was fortunate to win a scholarship to finish my medical degree, and I moved into a commune near the university. This kept me out of my parents' way and control. The last two years of medical were intense and I worked long hours. I loved my time in the wards and enjoyed relating to a range different people. I had a lingering interest in psychiatry, and some moments pointed me in that direction. I sat with Gerhard, a 17-year-old boy, one morning and talked about his attempted suicide. He came from a working-class family and had been outed, his shame was so much that he decided to take his own life. In talking to him I realised that I too was dealing with shame, but that my inner resources were much stronger. I had dinner with Nathan, who I met in the hullaballoo of the new conscripts reporting for their basic training in the military. I was at the table where the Jewish recruits signed in and were given the regulations and dining arrangements. Nathan was about six feet tall, ginger, had blue eyes, an engaging smile, and oozed confidence. You couldn't miss him; I think my heart skipped a beat that day. We hadn't seen each other since then and his longer hair red hair suited him better. We embraced and spent some time catching up. I enjoyed seeing him again, and I was attracted to him physically. The conversation was shallow, but I was keen to get into his pants. He came over to the commune for a coffee and we continued our awkward conversation on my bed. Nathan reminded me of the time I treated him in the sickbay, and of the special treatment I had given him that night. I noticed that he had a bulge in his pants. "Let me give you some special treatment now", I said. Nathan unzipped and pulled down his pants. I pulled his scants down and his circumcised cock bounced into my hand. The red bush of pubic hair looked familiar as I went down and sucked him. I moved up and down his shaft and he moaned with pleasure. I enjoyed his smell which took me back to our time in the military. He pushed me off his cock and kissed me deeply. I was also reminded that Nathan was a good kisser. He pulled my pants down and freed my hard cock and began to suck it. His tongue expertly massaged my mushroom-shaped head and I was enjoying it. He got his middle finger up my arse and searched for my prostate which he massaged. The sensation was great, and I asked him to fuck me. I got out some lube and smeared it on his cock and massaged my hole. I lifted my legs and readied myself. He got some more lube in my hole moving fingers around the entrance before pushing a lubed finger past my tight muscle. I moaned loudly at the intrusion. He kissed me saying "Yes, the first few minutes may hurt. But if you relax it will become pleasurable for us both, I promise." I felt him move in, inch by inch until his pubic hair was against my arse. He stopped and kissed my nipples and shoulders mumbling how good I felt wrapped around his prick. Soon my discomfort turned to a tingling pleasure, and he began a steady pumping motion in and out. I was overcome with a feeling of a new pleasure inside my body. My body was his to use and please. I shot one load after another as I pleased him. Nathan came within seconds, and I felt a throbbing inside me. He leaned down and kissed me. We showered together afterward and washed each other's bodies with soap. Our cocks remained flaccid when we dried each other. I saw Nathan off, and we agreed to meet again sometime. My work in the hospital was very busy and the hours were long. I made new friends every day, but Sahil stood out. He was under six foot and had jet-black hair which he wore in a middle path. His laugh was infectious and seemed to see the funny side of everything. He was the type of guy to get you through a warzone smiling. We managed to take a break one lunchtime when I found out more about him. He grew up in Joburg, he had a younger brother, and his father was an accountant. His mom trained as a dentist but mainly did charity work. Sahil was a Hindu and had attended a Catholic school. He was a tennis fanatic and asked me to come play at his tennis club sometime. I had played tennis at school but wasn't a Borris Becker. A week later Sahil and I were on the tennis court. He wore a white shirt and tennis shorts and looked professional. I struggled to keep up with him and realised how unfit I was. He beat me fair and square, but not without a fight. We showered in the communal showers where I got to see his light brown uncut cock through the streaming water. I noticed that he checked me out too. We had a light lunch in the clubhouse where we mainly spoke shop. After saying our goodbyes, I realised again how much I enjoyed his company and hoped that we could get together again. On Sunday Sahil called and invited me to go bowling with him and some friends. I had never bowled before but he said that this wasn't an issue. It was a fun evening, and I did better than I did at tennis. I must confess that my eyes were always on Sahil's little arse when he went down to bowl. He had a perfect little arse. I enjoyed seeing Sahil at work every day. He spent a lot of time trying to work out why I was no longer orthodox and tried to work out what I believed. I kept telling him that it wasn't important and that I just wanted to be a good person, especially at Christmas time. He was a nominal Hindu and did observe some of the holidays. He did this mainly because of his mother and her devotion. He was also curious about my sexuality and why I didn't have a girlfriend. I was honest, even in those days when homosexuality was a no-no in our conservative Calvinistic country. Sahil whispered in my ear: "Evan, I am not 100% sure yet, but I think I am gay too...and I think I have feelings for a Jewish boy!" I laughed especially because Sahil was a one hundred percenter from an academic point of view! And he wasn't satisfied with less. We continued with our ward rounds, and he presented his patient to the consultants and the other students who were impressed with his patient management. "One hundred percent Sahil, well done!" I whispered close to him. As we left the ward the consultant made a joke and told us to all carry red pens as we never knew when we needed to draw blood. On Saturday Sahil and I hiked in the botanical gardens. We left early to avoid the heat and climbed the hill in the cool of the morning, and we were both out of breath when we reached the top of the waterfall. The view was great, and we were lucky to see black eagles nesting near the top of the falls. The spring rains had turned the veld green and some of the proteas were beginning to flower. Once we were at the summit, we sat in the breeze commenting on the rapid urban development in the area. I leaned over and kissed Sahil on the mouth and he responded. Our first intimate moment! It was Christmas Eve, and we spent the afternoon at a beer garden listening to a local band. They played covers and weren't too bad. In those days gay men never held hands in public, and I wished that I could. When we got back to my place we stripped down and took a shower. Our cocks bounced around as we washed each other's bodies and hair. I grabbed his cock and slowly wanked him, and he reciprocated and wanked me. It wasn't long until we both came. We embraced each other under the shower jet and kissed some more. After our shower, we went and had pizzas at my favourite place. Later we returned to the commune to continue our kissing. We went into a 69 position on my bed and sucked each other. He played with my balls and his finger explored my hole. We came into each other's mouths at the same time, and I savoured Sahil's cum for the first time. He didn't stay the night but promised to next time. "Thanks for a great day today, Sahil. You are a one hundred percenter!" That night I continued to read about homosexuality and orthodoxy, which has remained steadfast in its defence of the biblical prohibition, with various nuances developing in how to understand this proscription and its violators. I read again that "Within its larger list of illicit sexual behaviour, the Torah explicitly prohibits male homosexual penetrative intercourse: `You shall not lie with a man as one lies with a woman; it is an abomination' " I went on and read that the Torah further condemns to death the wilful and pre-warned violators of this prohibition and that this prohibition falls into a category of cardinal sins. Another interpretation was that the origins of homosexual orientations are entirely unnatural and a rebellion against biblical wisdom. There was no way that I could justify who I was within this ideology and wondered how I could justify my sexual actions in a religious framework. On Christmas morning Sahil arrived at the commune at five and woke me up. He climbed into bed and went down on my cock. I came very quickly and returned the favour. We showered and explored each other's bodies, I loved his athletic trim body which looked good in the morning light. He was a hundred percenter and stole kisses at work whenever he could. His rationale was that he had missed out on so much growing up that he had a lot to catch up on. Sahil came home with me from work every day that week to spend time together. He pushed me down on the bed, and kissed me deeply, and were both moaning, his hands were over my back, my ass and my hair as we made love. I pinned him, got his hands above his head, I lay on his body, and moved lower, kissing his shoulder, his nipples towards his cock. I looked up at his eyes, sparkling, and saw his beautiful smile, and said: "Fuck me Sahil, I want to feel you in me." I lifted higher, and Sahil slid down and buried his face in my ass, massaging my hole with his tongue, sucking my balls, and lubing me up with his spit. Sahil reached for the lube on the nightstand, and I swung up high and felt the cold gel on my hole as it twitched. He smeared his cock, bobbing, winking at me, and shuffled on his knees toward me, his cock bouncing. He fell on his arms, looking into my eyes, and I felt him in my arse, my arms stretched out on his ass cheeks, he went deeper. He came very quickly and began to wank me. "Cum over me, I want to see you spurt your cum," Sahil said. It was an incredible moment and I asked Sahil what had gotten into him. He laughed and said that he had a lot of catching up to do. It felt good to have someone so into me (excuse the pun), but as fourth-year medical students who had a lot of work to get through we didn't have much time. The others in the commune complained that Sahil was spending so much time at our place and that he didn't contribute to the rent. In the new year Sahil and I shared an apartment and found a rhythm that suited our studies. At that time Sahil had still not yet come out to his family but he kept telling me that he was one hundred percent committed to me. "Remember, I'm a one hundred percenter!"