Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2024 18:19:14 +0000 (UTC) From: Harry Broom Subject: A Karoo Christmas Discovery 4 (Gay/ High School /College) This is fiction and for adults. Don't read it if it is illegal to read it where you live. Please donate generously to Nifty to keep the stories coming. A Karoo Christmas Discovery 4 I have had several requests asking what happened next. Readers will recall that Jan Marais had confronted Jaco, a rugby captain, at his school who had assaulted a youngster; his best friend Hennie refused to act as a witness and the victim was adamant that nothing happened. The rugby captain's family were friends of Jan's family and owned the farm next to theirs. Because of the culture of silence that prevailed in the school, Jan decided to say nothing. Unfortunately, his close friendship with Hennie ended abruptly and Jan sidestepped any relationships at school after that. He still fancied boys, observed his friends closely, and told himself that he would have to wait until he got to university. A reminder that the Karoo makes up about a third of the total area of South Africa. The Karoo vegetation consists of sparse vegetation of succulents and low scrub bushes. The open landscape is broken by mountains, hills and dry riverbeds. Apart from the aftermath of storms, there is very little surface water, and the name comes from the Khoisan meaning "land of thirst." Jan speaks: Growing up in the Karoo can be very lonely. The friendship I had with Hennie was thrilling, and I always looked forward to seeing him, either at school or on his farm or ours. I genuinely missed him and for the rest of high school wished that we would reconcile. But that never happened. He grew up to be an attractive young man and we were always polite to each other and spoke when we needed to. We never did share a room in the dormitory again, but I confess that my desire for this six-foot blond Hennie had not lessoned and that I dreamed about him regularly. I often had a line from a from a David Kramer song at the back of my mind: "Ek wil kaalgat langsgaan jou lê" (I want to lie naked next to you). I finished high school and achieved top results in our school and the region. My results were my golden ticket out of Middleburg. I had applied to study law at the University of Cape Town and my results gave me entry as well as a handsome scholarship. I would leave my Afrikaans world and enter a world that I imagined would be more open in more ways than one, and I certainly intended to satisfy my desire to be with a guy again. My parents drove me down to Cape Town. I was fortunate to get accommodation in a new house the university had set up for brighter students. There were ten of us, men and women, from across the country. I was assigned to share with a guy called Joel Sher from Wepener a small town in the Free State. I suppose they thought we would get along because we were from small farming towns. Joel was Jewish, one of the last of the Jewish families living in that part of the country. His father was a farmer and a GP in the in town. He was about 5' 8" and had brown curly hair. He wore spectacles and he wasn't overly muscular. He had attended boarding school in Bloemfontein and was a top achiever in the province and was set to study medicine. Our first-floor room was more like a hotel room. It was newly renovated and had a view towards Stellenbosch. There was about two metres between our beds and we both had our own desks and built-in cupboards. The bathroom was much nicer than any bathroom I had used before, and both Joel and I were delighted. My parents took us out to dinner that night and they were immediately taken by Joel who spoke fluent Afrikaans and was extremely charismatic. He had an incredible sense of humour and a huge repertoire of jokes, and I could swear he was a stand-up comedian. That night I said goodbye to my parents who planned to drive back home in the morning. After taking showers Joel and I lay in our beds and shared more about our lives. He was happy at primary school and lived at home with his parents, but his high school experience was far more challenging. There were only two Jewish boys at his school, and he was bullied a lot. I told him about my experience at high school in Graaff-Reinet and about the bullying and hazing that went on. I almost told him about Hennie but stopped myself. We were speaking English and we spoke late into the night. I lay on my side supporting my head with my arm looking at him. I had turned out to be a good-looking young blond guy, I was 6' 2", had a good body and I had a few girls chasing me at high school. The next day we had orientation on the main campus, which was only minutes away from where we lived. We were warned about crime around the university and told that it was better for us to move in pairs or groups. The campus was very cosmopolitan, and I really enjoyed engaging with so many different people. Both Joel and I were fluent in Afrikaans, and he also spoke Sesotho and I spoke Xhosa which made connecting much easier. That afternoon we had lunch at the student union and then went across to a pub and enjoyed a beer together. I was falling fast for Joel! That evening we prepared a quick meal in the shared kitchen and got to meet the other students. I had to watch myself. I wasn't head boy anymore, but I did suggest we draw up a roster to clean the kitchen and dining area and that we have two shared dinners a week. The group liked the ideas and Stacey, who also lived on the first floor, suggested that we also establish some house rules around loud noise, drinking, and so forth. We brainstormed some rules, agreed on them, and then she wrote them on an A4 sheet of paper and stuck them on the fridge. Joel drew up a cleaning roster and Themba drew up the meal roster, it looked as if we would all get on like a house on fire. That night Joel and I lay talking again and I told him about my friend Hennie and the assault in the residence. I didn't tell him that I was gay, but Joel asked: "Were you and Hennie sexually involved?" Joel was very disarming, and I told him everything. He laughed and told me that the idea of two oversized adolescent Afrikaans farm boys together was very funny and added that we were lucky that no one found us out. He said that I ought to know that he was a gay Afrikaans-speaking lapsed orthodox Jew, and he had a relationship with a Dutch-reformed minister's son! It was my turn to laugh. Joel got up and walked across to me, his erect dick bounced as he climbed into bed with me. This was a surprise, I couldn't believe my luck, my second night in Cape Town! "I think it's about time that the head boy shows me what he's got," Joel said as he landed a kiss on my lips. I couldn't help myself and reached down to feel Joel's dick. He squirmed as I touched him, and I had goosebumps. I was so excited that I was shaking, Joel put his arms around me and held me. "Take it easy big boy, relax, you're safe with me." I kissed Joel and I began to wank him. His dick was shorter than mine, but it felt thicker. Joel nibbled my ear which tickled a lot. "Let the doctor show you a few things," Joel said. He moved down and took my dick into his mouth. I shivered again with the feeling. I felt him licking my shaft and playing with my foreskin. I couldn't hold back and told him that I was about to come. Joel sucked with more intent, and I came into his mouth. He continued sucking until I pushed his off. I went down and took his cut dick into my mouth. I hadn't had a dick in my mouth since Hennie and Joel tasted good. I felt his dick throbbing as he filled my mouth with his cum. I moved up and kissed him again sharing his cum with him. "That was great Jan. Thanks." Joel didn't leave my bed, and we snuggled together and fell asleep. That night I dreamed about Hennie again and our time together on the farm. It was a vivid dream, and I was back in the Karoo again. I could hear the sheep so clearly and feel the cool of the river we were in. I woke up with Joel wanking me and I felt his hardon pressing against my arse. I turned and kissed him and suggested we take a morning shower together before we started our courses. Joel and I met at the Kaplan Centre for lunch where he introduced me to Jewish cuisine. He had heard about the restaurant and said it reminded him of his mother's cooking back home. The Afrikaner boy was learning fast, and that afternoon we were both free and Joel drove us to Camps Bay to walk on the beach. I had been driving since I was in primary school, but I didn't have a driver's license, and Joel promised to help me get my drivers. It was perfect beach weather and we soaked up the afternoon sun. We ventured into the very cold water, but we didn't swim. We went on a walk, and I enjoyed seeing a part of the country I hadn't been to. That evening Joel and I went to a comedy club near the university. I had grown up in a home with no alcohol and this was all a new experience for me. It was an open mike, and a few students took to the stage. The host asked if anyone else wanted to take the stage. I pushed Joel and he wandered up onto the stage. "Hi, folks. I'm Joel, one of the last Jews living in the Free State. I grew up in a small town and was the subject of many jokes. But here I am in Cape Town in a smoke-filled room with good security. I feel safe here, so here goes...Why did the Jewish man bring a ladder to church? Because he heard the service was heavenly! Okay, don't laugh too loud. How did the Christian chicken cross the road? It followed the Ten Commandments: Thou shalt not cross without looking both ways! Okay, Okay, I'm making this up as I go along. Why don't Jewish people play hide and seek with Christians? Because they find it hard to hide when they have Jesus on their side! Why did the Jewish grandmother always beat the Christian grandmother at poker? Because she kept saying, `I'll raise you a matzo ball soup!' What did the Christian say when the rabbi asked for forgiveness? `Sure, I'll forgive Jew!' Thanks, folks, great to see you. Keep it Kosher. Cheers." Joel's unplanned set was well received, and some people called for more, he was a natural! I would never have been able to pull something like this off. I was proud of him, and we laughed all the way back to our dorm. I had only known Joel for a couple of days, but it seemed as if we had been friends forever. I couldn't believe that things were working out the way they were, and I wondered what we would get up to in our room that evening. Joel and I showered together and soaped each other. We were both exhausted after a full day and Joel went down and sucked me `till I came. I enjoyed seeing his dick in the light of the shower. It was perfect and I loved its torpedo shape. Joel's body jerked as he came into my mouth. We washed our dicks and then help each other under the hot shower jet. It was better than anything I had anticipated. Joel speaks: A lot has happened in such a short space of time. I had only known Jan for a few days, and I was already in love with my Afrikaner head boy. My goodness. I loved his body. He was tanned from hard farm work and his muscles were well defined. His rugby legs were muscular, and his blond hair and blue eyes set him apart. I liked his gentleness and sense of justice, and I know he liked my sense of humour and he enjoyed a good joke. I loved his dick. I wasn't unfamiliar with uncut dicks, the minister's son wasn't cut, and I had also seen many dicks in the boarding school showers. I was one of the few cut guys and was a bit of a curiosity at school. Jan's foreskin seemed longer and I enjoyed the feeling of getting my tongue under it. I told him "Ek is mal oor jou ongesnyde piel" (I am mad about your uncut dick). We were becoming good friends and I wanted to ask him to be my boyfriend, but I was hesitant to ask. Our workloads increased quickly, and we had to make sure we were up to date with our assignments. Fortunately, we were able to give each other more attention on weekends, and I hoped that we would soon be able to call each other "boyfriends." I was determined to be out and to be proud. But don't misunderstand me, you wouldn't find me on a pride march! We were both rural guys and we missed the quiet rural life and would listen to the Koos Kombuis and David Kramer song "Ek wil net huis toe gaan" (Just want to go home), "Ek is te lank in the stad..." (I've been in the city too long...). Jan speaks: My first week with Joel was a life-changing experience. I was more comfortable with my sexuality, and I didn't mind being identified as gay. I was in love with Joel and wanted to ask him to be my boyfriend, but I didn't know how to ask. I was more determined to come out to my parents. I was learning so much so quickly. Being at a world-class university and living in a city like Cape Town was mind-blowing. I had a lot to catch up. Joel was also much more world-wise than I was, and he had a lot to teach me. He had travelled extensively with his parents on vacations and his knowledge of sexual matters was much more advanced than mine (I didn't mind him being my tutor in this subject). I didn't know anything about "pronouns" for example and he filled me in, I was learning fast, and I was like a sponge.