Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2024 20:50:18 +0000 (UTC)
From: Harry Broom <harry.broom@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Karoo Christmas Discovery 8      (Gay/high school)

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A Karoo Christmas Discovery 8

Jan and Joel have just returned from a short break at Storms River where
they met Simon, one of Joel's friend school friends.

Jan speaks...

It was difficult to get back into the university groove after such a
fantastic break, and hard to stay focused on law, as memories of Simon on
the Storms River in his Speedo kept resurfacing. I felt close to Simon even
though I had only known him for a couple of days. It all didn't make that
much sense to me. Perhaps Joel was the link, but I didn't know, but I
dreamed of Simon most nights. I wore Simon's Speedo on some days, my way to
be close to him. Joel and I video-called Simon every second day and told
each other what we were up to.

Simon had met a young German volunteer who worked at a local school, and he
thought that Heinz might be gay. I told him to make a move and that he had
nothing to lose. Joel and I were excited for Simon and thought that a
relationship would be good for him. I asked him to send us a photo of
Heinz, and the picture he sent was a little fuzzy as he had taken it
through his waterproof bag. Joel laughed and said that we were behaving
like two Jewish grandmothers with our matchmaking.

Joel had long days at university, but my courses ended after lunch. I would
get back to our room, strip, and get into the shower where I relived the
thought of the three of us at Storms River. I sometimes wore Simon's Speedo
and rubbed my dick through the Lycra until I came. At other times, I slowly
stoked my dick leaning with my back against the shower wall. I realised
that this was a kind of meditation on Simon, and I found it difficult to
believe how obsessed I had become.

These sessions didn't stop me from doing things with Joel. Since our
encounter with Simon, our sexual sessions have been more exciting and
sensual. We paid more attention to each other and were much more aware of
the qualities of each other's dicks. One afternoon Joel started working his
fingers into me and he prepared for my arse for an invasion. It was not
long and I told him that I was ready, and he guided his rampant dick
towards my hole. I relaxed my muscles as his cut head entered me, and I
began to push back slowly to allow him in.

I felt his head begin to invade my hole and winced slightly as it passed
through. Once inside, Joel waited and gave me time to adjust before he
continued. When he was comfortably embedded in me, he moved. Slowly at
first. The pace began to quicken, and I could feel the pressure of Joel's
head brushing against my prostate with every stroke along with an exquisite
feeling. I made satisfying quiet noises of pleasure and pain as I climaxed,
and his cum filled my arse. Joel turned me over and sucked me dry. Joel had
sucked me many times and said that he was particularly fond of my taste,
and I told him that it felt fantastic.

We video-called Simon afterward, and he told us that he had some
news. Heinz was gay. They were spending most nights together. He stayed
very close by at a backpackers and Heinz could walk to his place in
minutes. He simply had to share his first story.

"It was a hot evening. Heinz and I returned to my room after supper, and we
lay on the bed in our underwear chatting. Fortunately, a cool breeze came
up. I got up to close the window slightly and he asked me to lie down and
wank with him. I thought that that was a bit forward, but I loved the idea.

`I'd love to,' I replied and joined him on the bed.

We lay wanking together and he leaned over and began to wank me. I
reciprocated and enjoyed the feeling of his thick German dick in my
hand. He moaned slightly and then leaned over and gave me a deep kiss. Next
thing his mouth was down near my dick and he licked my head. Soon he had my
entire dick in his mouth and made me feel incredible. I pushed him off
before I came, and I went down to taste his dick. He was rock hard and the
veins around his shaft were visible. Heinz groaned with pleasure and shot
off within minutes, and I enjoyed the taste of his cum. He moved down and
sucked me until I came in his mouth. He was an expert and he told me that
he had gained his expertise on scout camps."

I was hard again and rubbed my dick as Simon told his story. Joel also had
an erection and told Simon that was enough, and that he should send a
better photo of Heinz. Simon said that he was also blond, had blue eyes, a
square jaw, and was as tall as him, but much skinnier. Joel and I were very
happy for Simon and agreed that this was the best thing that could happen
to him.

Joel speaks...

A month had already passed since our break in Storms River, when I got a
call from Simon's mother. I hadn't heard her voice since my school
days. She told me that she had some terrible news. Simon was dead. He was
leading a group abseiling on a cliff, and a person froze on a rock face he
went down to help him. Unfortunately, his rope slipped, and he fell off the
cliff and was killed instantly.

I was silent and I didn't know what to say. I heard his mother sobbing over
the phone.

"I am sorry, I am sorry," I said.

I had a terrible feeling in my stomach and had to sit down. I asked her
when the funeral would be, and she said she'd let me know.

Jan was at a committee meeting when Mrs Shaw called, and I broke the news
to him as soon as he came home. He burst into tears and sobbed. I cried
when I saw his reaction and we comforted each other.

"I can't believe this. This can't be true," he said.

We flew to Bloemfontein and drove down to Bethulie. We arrived at St Peter
and Paul Catholic Church with a half hour to spare. I introduced Jan to my
parents who had driven down from Wepener. They shook hands and wished we
were gathering under better circumstances. My dad was wearing his yarmulke,
and I put mine on too. I saw Simon's father greeting people and went to
greet him. I hugged him and told him how sorry I was.

The little Church was packed, and people were even standing along the sides
of the walls and at the back. There was organ music in the background and
there was a strong smell of incense in the Church. Someone told me that the
Bishop of Aliwal North was around and that he would celebrate the Requiem
Mass. Simon's parents were very involved in the parish and had played a key
role in the social welfare programmes. Simon's cousin told me that Simon
had been an altar boy and helped in the feeding scheme whenever he returned
home.

A bell rang, everyone stood up, and the bishop and priest processed behind
a crucifix together with the altar boys and girls in front of the coffin,
while Simon's relatives carried the coffin. His mother sat at the front of
the Church with his sister and sobbed. The priest moved around the coffin
spreading the incense, and the organist from the local Methodist Church
played at full volume. The bishop greeted the congregation and offered his
condolences. He had known the family since Simon's birth and looked at his
parents with sincere compassion.

I had never been in a Catholic Church and found myself sitting standing,
kneeling, standing, and being a little confused at times. The liturgy was
consoling and very much like some of the reformed liturgy.

I thought that the first verse of the hymn The Lord's My Shepherd was apt
for Simon as the congregation sang it:

The Lord's my Shepherd, I'll not want;

He makes me down to lie

In pastures green; He leadeth me

The quiet waters by.

Simon's father spoke very briefly about his son and how proud he was of
him, I had agreed to say something, and I prepared something short:

"I met Simon when I got to high school. He was in Grade 11 and played in
the first rugby team, he was much taller than any of us and we all idolised
him. He was very different from the rest of the senior students, he was
friendly, fair, and genuinely concerned about our wellbeing. Simon was my
mentor, and he always looked out for me, let me be honest without him
around I would have been a victim of bullying.

Simon we all looked up to you, you were our role model. We were so proud of
you when you achieved the best results in the province in your final
exams. and appeared on the front page of the national newspapers. But most
of all you were what we Jews call a mensch. Thank you, Simon, thank you
family Shaw, we stand by you in your grief."

Many people were in tears, and Simon's mother and sister cried. The bishop
walked around the coffin splashing holy water on it, while the priest swung
the censer by the chain and filled the entire Church with the smell of
frankincense.

It was all very final when the procession led out and Simon's coffin was
carried out. Jan cried and gently held onto my upper arm. I found it
impossible to believe that this beautiful man whom we had such a good time
with just over a month ago was no more.

People gathered in the dilapidated Church Hall for tea and snacks. I
introduced Jan to Mrs Shaw and Simon's sister. I wished that I knew what
the correct thing to say was. Fortunately, Jan spoke and told them that he
had only known Simon for a couple of days and that he could confirm
everything that I had said in my tribute, and he added that he wished he
knew why such a tragedy happened to such a good person.

We met the school's first-team rugby coach who had come down for the
funeral, as well as some young men who were in Simon's year. My mother and
father stood drinking tea with the bishop, and I introduced myself, my
father said that he had booked us into the Royal Hotel for the night. My
father told the bishop that he would like to donate in memory of Simon to
renovate the Church Hall. He said that he was grateful that Simon had shown
so much care for me at school.

The Royal Hotel was a beautifully restored local hotel that had gained a
reputation for its quirky décor and delicious farm meals. Each side of
the hotel passageways had bookshelves filled from floor to ceiling, and the
dining room had the largest collection of vinyl records I had ever seen
from floor to ceiling. My father quizzed Jan about his family, his studies,
and farming. Even though he was a medical doctor, farming was his passion,
and never hesitated to share his experiences. My mother put a stop to the
interrogation when the dessert arrived, and Jan relaxed.

Jan speaks...

I understood where Joel got his confidence from and the gift of the
gab. His father was intense and demanded a lot of attention. His mother on
the other hand reflected the aspects of his personality which I liked. She
was a good listener and understood where people came from.

Joel's father had booked separate rooms for us and didn't know that we were
going out. I knew that I didn't want to be alone that night, and after a
few drinks at the bar, we returned to my room, which had a double bed. It
had been an emotionally difficult day, and I needed to be comforted by
Joel. We showered in the antiquated shower and dried each other.

We put on our sleeping shorts and got under the sheets. We snuggled
together and Joel told me that in Judaism you were not permitted to have
sex during the mourning period. We weren't in the mood anyway, but I added
that in Judaism you're not permitted to have sex with a man! My arms were
wrapped around Joel, and I was aroused. I needed to be close to him and
feel the warmth of his body. I loved feeling his body moving as he
breathed. I treasured the memories of our time with Simon at Storms River,
and a wave of sadness overcame me again when I realized that I would never
see him again.