Date: Tue, 17 Oct 2023 09:48:00 +0000 (UTC) From: Harry Broom Subject: Return to Barcelona 7 DISCLAIMER: This is a story. None of the characters in the story exist and the events that take place are purely imaginary. WARNING: Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a sexual nature. Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites. Always have safe sex. Nifty relies on donations to keep the site going at no cost to users, please donate generously. Please donate at https://donate.nifty.org/ Return to Barcelona – Hiking in the `Berg This story takes place in the present. Tom and Adam take Klaus on a hike in the Drakensberg. Tom and I had decided it was time to take Klaus to the Drakensberg. It would be a good break from studies, and it was about time Klaus was introduced to these mountains. He had hiked in the Alps before so this would give him another view of another montane area. We met at the farm in Rustenburg to plan the trip and arranged to go for four days. We would start at the camp in the Monks Cowl Reserve and then hike up the next day. Klaus needed new hiking boots and I bought him a pair for his next birthday. Our tent was in good shape and could easily fit the three of us. I gave Tom a list of supplies that he would buy in Joburg. It was good to have Tom and Klaus with me in Rustenburg and we made a huge fire on a Saturday night. There was no one else on the farm and we decided to sleep in the lounge that night. We had drunk quite a lot of beer which I had picked up from a local brewery. Klaus wasn't a big drinker and the beer hit him. Tom also said that his head was spinning at one time. We had put the matrasses and duvets on the lounge floor and decided to go to bed, it was around 10. Klaus was between Tom and I, and we were all naked. I kissed Klaus while Tom went down and took his cock in his mouth. Klaus groaned with pleasure. He then moved down and took my cock in his mouth and worked his magic. I loved the way he played with my head. I could have come at any moment and pushed him off me. I then had Toms cock in my mouth and did a similar thing that Klaus had done. We arranged ourselves so that we each had a cock in our mouths, and we came in no time, swallowing each other's cum. We then snuggled against Klaus again and fell asleep. I was up early the next morning emptying my bladder, I wrapped a towel around myself and enjoyed Tom's morning kiss from behind when he came to help me make coffee. Klaus was still fast asleep in the lounge. I had a little fun when I leaned over and stuck my tongue in his ear. This startled him and he woke up immediately. We sat on the duvets drinking our coffee. Klaus was naked and he had a morning wood, but he was comfortable with us now and this didn't seem to bother him. Tom and Klaus left the farm at about 10 and made their way back to Joburg. I couldn't wait for the next week to come. I arrived in Joburg early and we packed our equipment and supplies in the car. We made our way down the N3 route to Harrismith where we stopped for lunch. We arrived at Monk's Cowl late afternoon and set up our tent. Tom made a fire while I took Klaus on a short hike to give an idea of the lay of the land. The public campsite wasn't very full and after supper we took showers. I cleaned up in anticipation of taking both Tom and Klaus that night. Tom had brought some poppers and we inhaled them when we got into bed. I was euphoric and very relaxed. I hadn't used them before. Klaus was also high. He was the first to penetrate me and it felt good. His cock slipped in easily as he thrust with some force. Tom sucked me off while Klaus was busy. He came quickly and I had to put my hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. Tom was rock hard; we sniffed more poppers, and he then penetrated me, also with ease. He came quickly. I made my way back to the showers to clean up. We woke up early in the crisp mountain air at Monks Cowl Camp, surrounded by the tranquil sounds of nature. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, promising a beautiful day for hiking. After light breakfast and packing our essentials into our backpacks, we set off on the trail toward Monks Cowl. I asked Tom to write one of his poems: "Like peaks entwined, our hearts align, Together, we conquer, side by side. Through rugged paths and rocky terrain, Love's strength, unyielding, shall remain. In every summit, a new adventure awaits, A love that conquers, and never abates. With each climb, our love soars high, Reaching heights, touching the sky. In valleys deep, where shadows reside, Love's warmth shines through, cannot hide. Through storms that rage, we find our way, Stronger together, come what may." The initial part of the hike led us through a lush, green forest. The canopy overhead filtered the sunlight, creating a dappled effect on the forest floor. The scent of pine and damp earth filled the air, and the sounds of birdsong accompanied me as I made my way along the well-marked trail. As we ascended, the trees gradually thinned, giving way to stunning vistas of the surrounding Drakensberg Mountains. The beauty of the landscape was awe-inspiring, with jagged peaks and deep valleys painting a breathtaking panorama. The trail meandered through rocky terrain, and each step brought us closer to the heart of the mountains. The path became steeper as we approached the base of Monks Cowl. The altitude made the air thinner, and we could feel the exertion in my muscles, a reminder of the challenge that lay ahead. But the desire to reach the summit fuelled our determination. We set up our tent in a flattish area. We would camp there before making the ascent the next day. We took out dry biscuits and cheese and that's what we had for supper. Klaus, who had an insatiable appetite gave us each a banana. The terrain wasn't exactly level, and we were destined for an uncomfortable night. Klaus was asleep very quickly. With considerable skill, Tom removed my clothes until only my underpants remained. Grinning, Tom ran his fingers to my cloth-covered bulge and teased my cock head before removing the impediment and freeing my engorged cock. Not to be outdone, I spent a few minutes exploring Tom's cock and balls. Tom pushed me onto my knees and directed the tip of his cock towards my lips. I slipped my tongue under Tom's foreskin and slurped the sensitive head into my mouth, using his tongue to wash the piss slit with saliva. After a few seconds, Tom began to face-fuck me pushing his slender cock backward and forwards towards my throat. A short time later he indicated that he wanted to change places and I knelt to take Tom's dick into my mouth and simultaneously ran my fingers underneath Tom's balls and finding the entrance to his hole and pushing inside. We came simultaneously and lay quietly next to each other. The next morning with each step, we could see Monk's Cowl peak growing closer and more majestic. It stood as a sentinel in the distance, beckoning us. The trail continued to wind its way through the rocky landscape, offering both physical and mental challenges. As I reached the final stretch of the hike, I felt a surge of energy and determination. The peak was within reach, and the feeling of conquering the trail was almost tangible. I pushed myself to the limit, and after what felt like an eternity, I finally reached the summit of Monks Cowl. As I began the final ascent, the trail became more challenging, requiring careful footing and a steady pace. The towering cliffs of Monks Cowl loomed ahead, and we marvelled at the immense natural beauty that surrounded us. The sense of accomplishment grew as we approached the summit, and the views became even more spectacular. Reaching the top of Monks Cowl was an exhilarating experience. The panoramic view from the summit was nothing short of breathtaking. We could see for miles, the undulating landscape stretching out in all directions, a patchwork of greens and browns that seemed to go on forever. We took a moment to catch our breath and soak in the beauty of the moment. The serenity of the mountains and the sense of achievement filled us with an appreciation for nature and the joy of bringing Klaus to the top. As we began my descent, I carried with me memories of the journey and a renewed sense of connection to my friends and the natural world. We camped at the same campsite and decided to move on the next day. On the way down we found some rock pools underneath and a waterfall and stripped and bathed ourselves there. The water was very cold and none of us wanted to spend too much time in the pool. Tom found a group of tiny chameleons on one tree, and we admired these together. Our cocks were all shrivelled up with the cold and we made sure that we got clothes on before any other hikers arrived. That night we set up camp at the base camp again. We drove off in the car to a nearby hotel to have supper. Klaus said he was starving. We enjoyed local beers with our meal and got back to the camp by 9. We stripped and Klaus was between Tom and me. He kissed us and felt our bodies. Tom moved in close behind him and held him tight. Klaus slowly wanked me until I came, and Tom wanked him. I then wanked myself. We fell asleep like that and were woken by the sounds of crows the next morning. We packed up the camp and agreed on what time we would leave. I wanted to stop over at a waffle restaurant for breakfast before hitting the main highway. We got a flat just outside of Heidelberg and discovered that the spare was also flat, which delayed us a bit and we had to get the Automobile Association to assist. We decided to stay over at a guest house to avoid driving at night. The food was superb, and we were pleased to have made that choice. It meant that we weren't in a rush. We would leave very early the next morning and get back in time for the start of the new term. The guest house had a jacuzzi in the double room we were in and overall finishings were high quality. After dinner, we fired the jacuzzi and all climbed in, all sporting hard-ons. It was really relaxing, and we could be intimate with each other. We took turns standing and being sucked off. The bubbles went up our arses and we were hard in no time again. We dried ourselves off and made a daisy chain on the bed. It was a little chilly and we covered ourselves with a sheet. The next morning, we were up very early and packed the car. We were in Joburg before 9, in time for me to get to Rustenburg.