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A Karoo Christmas Discovery
This is a story set in the Karoo and follows the experiences of two young boys growing up in this arid world. Here Jan and Hennie tell their story.
Jan Marais
My name is Jan Marais I grew up on a Karoo farm near Middelburg in the 1990s. The Karoo, like most places, defined the topography, geology, and climate, and above all, its low rainfall, arid air, cloudless skies, and extremes of heat and cold.
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."
I first met Hennie at Huis Cronje the boarding house of Hoer Volkskool in Graaf-Reinet at a welcome tea for new students and their parents. The event was organised to introduce us to this nearly one-hundred-year-old school with its traditions and rules, and to give us a taste of what life in a boarding school might be. When we divided up into groups Hennie and I were the same group. He told the group that he was the head boy at his school In Aberdeen and I told them that I was the head boy in Middelburg. We both played rugby and participated in loads of other school activities.
Hennie Pretorius
I am Hennie Pretorius and grew up in the Karoo, not far from Aberdeen. Like Jan I am a son of a farmer and have grown up in one of the most challenging parts of the world.
The Karoo's main industry is small livestock farming and we produce 30% of the country's protein needs in terms of mutton and beef. If you're mad about statistics then you need to know that there are around 3 million Dorper sheep, used for meat production, plus 4.2 million wool-producing sheep, more than a million goats and a growing number of cattle and wild animals, in the grassier Eastern Karoo.
Karoo lamb is famous for its delicately herbed flavour, which comes from the plants eaten by the sheep. The Karoo produces a lot of South Africa's wool, and it also produces all of South Africa's mohair from nearly a million Angora goats.
Farmers also farm using irrigation along the Orange, Great Fish and Sundays Rivers, where they grow maize, lucerne, fruit and nuts, wheat, grapes, and other crops.
But that's enough about farming. I met Jan at the Huis Cronje boarding house orientation in November and I was immediately attracted to him, he was articulate, witty, and confident. He was blond, tall for his age and quite athletic. In our introductions found out that he was also top of his class academically and that he also liked to skate.
Jan Marais
I connected with Hennie instantly and knew that I had found a friend. Unfortunately, I had to wait until January of the next year before I saw him again. I was impatient to see Hennie again and I was excited on the night my parents dropped me off at Huis Cronje. Fortunately, were allocated the same dorm room to share with two other boys.
Hennie wore a branded T-shirt and quite tight-fitting shorts and he looked gorgeous. This teen was almost six feet tall and quite muscular, a farm boy. He had solid thigh muscles, and his blue eyes were hypnotic. We were so pleased to see each other that we hugged, and believe me if this was a different kind of world, I would have kissed him.
The first few months in the dormitory were horrible. The senior students made our life hell. We had to wear silly nametags, and no ties, and we were often woken at odd hours to do "straf PT" or punishment PT. There was a lot of shoving, shouting, and name-calling. This all went on even though the post-apartheid government had made hazing illegal. But as I said to Hennie: "Ons moet vasbyt" (we got to persevere).
Hennie and I were both strong farm boys and rode the storm, even though I despised these students and wished that I could lash out at them. I remembered a documentary on school shootings in America and why these guys did what they did, and it made sense to me.
Hennie Pretorius
Jannie and I became very close and shared some of our deepest secrets and desires. Things we would never dare to tell our parents. One afternoon when we were sitting at the trees behind the rugby posts he told me that he was wanking at least twice a day. I was surprised and asked him where he did it.
"In the toilets and the shower. I would do it more, like I do at home, but I just don't have enough privacy," he said.
I got hard listening to him talk and told him that I had only done it a few times and that I had been having wet dreams. I thanked him for sharing with me and told him that I would try out those spaces too.
Even though our bodies were undergoing changes and developing fast we didn't have much sex education in primary or high school. Our parents never really spoke to us about sex and no one, even in the late `90s, spoke about homosexuality let alone desire.
I was attracted to Jan, and I often got butterflies in my stomach when I was with him. I got erections when I was sitting close to him. Jan was also nearly six feet tall, and had brown hair and brown eyes. His jaw was squarish, and he had a wicked smile. He wasn't as thick-set as a lot of other Afrikaner boys were. I saw his penis when he changed and looked to be on the average size, but I was hoping to get a chance to investigate that more closely.
Jan Marais
I wasn't enjoying the school with its traditions and outdated rules, and I much preferred my primary school. Hennie was a great friend, and I was so glad to be with him as he made it all more bearable. I wasn't looking forward to the holidays and being away from Hennie, but I was happy that my parents agreed to me spending a week on Hennie's farm.
Hennie Pretorius
I was so glad that it was the school holidays, and that Jannie will be on our farm in a week and I couldn't wait. I'd been helping Dad with the sheep. We had to catch them and give them an antibiotic. It was tough work and was all hands-on deck. Mom wanted to put Jan up in the guest room, but I persuaded her to let him share my room. We were all very excited to welcome Jan, and my younger twin sisters were very keen to meet him, as they said he was all that I talked about.
My mom made a lamb stew and vegetables and a malva pudding for dessert. Jan was quiet at dinner as he tried to gauge my family. My Dad asked him loads of questions about their farm near Middleburg and about cattle farming. Eventually interrupted and told my Dad that Jan wasn't the expert on the farm. We showered together that night and both got erections in the shower. I got to touch his cock and he mine, but we were too nervous to do much more than that. Once we were in our pyjamas, I tip-toed across the wooden floor and locked my room door. I jumped into bed with Jan and began wanking him. It was wonderful to finally touch him properly. I leaned in and kissed him, and he deepened the kiss. The next thing he was wanking me and an electrical charge went through my body. I grabbed some tissues to catch the cum as we vigorously wanked. I kissed him each other and shot our loads and told him that I had been waiting for this a long time.
Jan Marais
It was the first time that another boy touched my cock and it was amazing. What made it more special was that I was with Hennie. We lay in bed gently caressing our cocks until they were hard again. I went down and sucked Hennie's cock which was a little sticky from the cum on it. It tasted wonderful. This time I swallowed his cum as his cock stiffed and he filled my mouth. Hennie returned the favour and sucked me. That night I lay awake thinking of our relationship and the possible difficulties we would have in our community in the future, and I decided not to think about it.
The aroma of sizzling bacon and freshly baked bread filled the house, and we joined the family at the table and enjoyed a hearty meal before the day's work. Dad went over our tasks for the day, and Hennie and I were ready for some work. That afternoon Hennie showed me his secret hideout in the barn, and we snuck away and gave each other blow jobs there.
Hennie Pretorius
I loved having Jan around to chat to. I realised how lonely I had been on my farm and hoped that I would see more of Jan. That night we shared my bed again. It was amazing to have Jan's naked body next to mine, I couldn't stop rubbing my hand over his smooth chest and playing with his nipples. It enjoyed twirling his pubic about and enjoyed the stiffness of his cock. That night we kissed passionately and found ourselves moving into a 69 position to enjoy each other's cocks at the same time. It felt as if we were in heaven.
Jan Marais
I loved the intimacy and the sex, but I was frightened of being caught. We had to be discreet, particularly in our world of hypermasculinity. No one at school could find out about us and we had to keep our relationship under wraps. We had too much to lose if anyone found out. We were rugby stars in our team, we performed in the play and played tennis and cricket. I joked with Hennie and told him that we had to be `invisible' gays.
Hennie Pretorius
It was difficult in the dorm not to let on that there was a relationship between me and Jan. We certainly couldn't fool around. Some nights we would walk on the fields and chat and steal kisses when we could. I was excited that I would spend a week on Jannie's farm in the next holiday and that gave me something to look forward.
Jan Marais
My parents were happy to spend time with Hennie. My brother Hans was in agricultural college, so it was good to have another person in the house. My mother had always found farm life quite lonely and loved entertaining and seeing other people,. Hennie was good with people and made conversation easy. Even though my parents were devout Christians they seemed to be far more open-minded compared to his. Hennie joked and said that he could easily come out to my parents.
"Don't you dare," I said. "It would turn our worlds upside down."
That day we helped my dad mend fences, fix broken machinery, and assist with a sick cow. The work wasn't too demanding, but it was satisfying to contribute and connect to the land. It was good to be doing these tasks with Hennie, and as I worked, I wondered how long our relationship would last - I wanted it to last forever.
Hennie Pretorius
I enjoyed being with Jan's family. They were easy-going people and not as reflective and intense as Jan. Jan and I went on a long walk in the late afternoon, as the sun began its descent, I held his hand as we took a moment to pause and appreciate the beauty of the Karoo. The vastness of the landscape stretched out before us, uninterrupted by the hustle and bustle of school life. The silence was broken only by the occasional sound of a bull or the distant call of a bird. It was in this moment of quiet that I felt a deep connection to the land and to Jan. As we walked back to the farmhouse my wish was that my relationship would last forever. Still out of sight from the house I leaned over and kissed him deeply.
I had noticed that Jan's bedroom door did not lock and wondered what our sleeping arrangements would be that night.
Jan Marais
After enjoying one of Mom's special meals, we relaxed in the lounge for a while chatting about school, life on the farm, and what was going on in our country. Hennie disagreed with my views about our school. I described it as repressive and institutional, but he defended the school on the grounds of tradition.
I had an ensuite bathroom with a door that could lock, and Hennie and I took a shower together. We kissed, wanked, and felt each other's bodies. I used the shower gel to wash over his smooth body. I enjoyed getting into his arse crack and washing his penis. I didn't need to retract his foreskin as his cock was straight up stretching towards his belly button. Hennie did the same to me and I wanked him vigorously. We both shot cum onto each other and we were breathless as the shower filled with steam.
Hennie Pretorius
Showering with Jan that night was incredibly sensual, and I will never forget it. Jan was a great lover and encouraged me to be more intimate. I loved him so much and wanted to be inside his skin. Part of him, much closer to him than I was. I loved his thinking, his deliberation, and his struggle to make sense of our world. Jan was a philosopher.
We became close to our art teacher, Mr Pringle, and he was the one person who treated us like people. He engaged in interesting class discussions and spoke to us as individuals. He soon recognised Jan's philosophical bent and encouraged him. Jan struggled through Plato and when Mr Pringle heard Jan's views of the school, he gave him a copy of Arendt's Eichmann in Jerusalem. Grappling with the English in the texts was difficult but Jan persisted.
I was happy that the year was coming to an end and that Jan would spend a couple of days before Christmas with us on the farm.
Jan Marais
I was delighted to be the Pretorius' farm `Wolvehoek' again. Christmas was around the corner, and everyone was in a jovial mood as good rains had fallen. The weather people predicted more rain, and the farm was beautifully green and the veld flowers were in bloom. The grazing for sheep was good and the farm was ticking over smoothly. The onions Hennie's Dad had planted under irrigation were almost ready to be harvested and the vines on the pergolas around the house were bearing fruit.
Hennie, his two sisters, and I had a picnic at the river under the few trees on the farm. The river rarely had water in it, but this was one of the times that it did. It wasn't deep, but after lunch, we stripped down to our undies and splashed around in it. We had a lot of fun, I had to distract myself as my cock started to harden. I had Sannie on my shoulders, and Jan had Magda and we did some dog fighting. In the end, we were covered in mud and hard to rinse ourselves off.
Hennie Pretorius
Christmas was only two days away and I would return to my family the next morning. Mrs Pretorius prepared a roast for dinner, and we were allowed a sip of champagne. She had also prepared a Christmas pudding. After supper, we played Monopoly on the lounge floor and went to bed at around ten. Jan and I stripped and climbed into my bed where we kissed, wanked, and explored each other's bodies. Later that night we arranged ourselves so that we could suck each other at the same time. I loved having Jan's eager cock in my mouth and I enjoyed playing with his foreskin. We were exhausted after the long day and fell asleep naked in each other's arms.
Life started early on the farm, and just before first light Magda came into the room and climbed into bed with us.