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A Karoo Christmas Discovery 2
Hennie and Jan met on the orientation day for high school. They are growing up in the Karoo and are both the sons of farmers. The two boys, who are both high achievers, have fallen in love in a very conservative community, and they are discovering how best to navigate through these traditional worldviews.
Hennie Pretorius
I panicked. Jan and I were naked together in my bed. I had forgotten to lock the bedroom door and my little sister had climbed into bed with us. She was half asleep and I don't think she even saw Jan, who quietly slipped out of the bottom of the bed. When Magda woke up, she asked me:
"(Hoekom is jy kaalgat in the bed?) Why are you naked in the bed?"
I replied that it was hot during the night, and she seemed satisfied with my answer. Jan was worried and I told him that he needn't be. He asked me to please check the lock in the future.
Jan Marias
I was relieved that weren't found out, but it was close. As I lay watching Magda sleeping next to her brother from across the room I reflected on Hennie and me. I imagined the consequences of being outed in this school community and was worried. We had to be more discreet, and this was going to be very difficult for two fourteen-year-old boys driven by hormones and desire.
It was mesmerizing watching Magda and Hennie sleeping together, they looked so peaceful and innocent, and I was glad to be part of this family.
My mother picked me up later and we drove back to our farm. I told her about the impact of the good rains and that we had a picnic at the river the previous day, and I wondered how she would react if she knew that Hennie and I had slept naked together the night before.
Hennie Pretorius
I wasn't sure what Magda saw. She wanted to know if I liked Jannie and I replied yes, and that he was my best friend. She asked me if I `really liked' him, and I told her that I liked him like a brother. She said that Sannie and her thought that we should get married and that we would make a perfect couple. I laughed and told her that it wasn't how it worked where lived, and she looked a little disappointed.
Christmas was quiet. Our grandparents joined the celebrations as well as my dad's sister, who was a doctor in town. She had recently left an abusive marriage.
I wished that Jan was us, it would have been so much more of a celebration, and I think that my sisters would have liked having him with us as well. We didn't see each other for the rest of the holidays but texted a few times a day and spoke on the phone occasionally.
Jan Marais
I dreaded going back to school. I hated this repressive institution with its outdated rules and the Gestapo-like group of student leaders. I hated wearing khaki shorts and a blazer. The only thing that made it all bearable was Hennie.
We were thrilled when we got back to boarding school to find out that Hennie and I had been given a twin room, and that we no longer needed to share a four-bed dorm. All sorts of ideas went through my mind, and we would no longer need to go to the back of the rugby fields to have private talks.
Hennie Pretorius
The idea of Jan and I being in the same room was thrilling. We would still have to watch what we did, as we weren't allowed to lock the door. But it would be easier to steal a kiss or grope Jan whenever I wanted to. We would be able to talk privately and be a little more intimate.
We dumped our bags in the room, closed the door, and immediately embraced and kissed, our erect cocks pressing together. I felt Jan's chest, grabbed his arse cheeks, and gained a better sense of his developing body. It was a pity that we didn't have a separate bathroom.
Jan Marais
It is difficult to explain the feeling of content I felt in Hennie's arms. I was happy to be with him, and to be close to him. Some of the readers might think that this wasn't normal for a fourteen-year-old to have these feelings, but I think they were real. I could sit and watch Hennie for hours and be happy.
We showered after supper and were called to the leaders' house meeting. Here they reviewed the rules in detail and emphasised the consequences of breaking rules. Last year one student had been expelled for smoking, another boy for getting into a fistfight, and another for throwing toilet rolls into the toilets which caused blockages. I leaned over and whispered in Hennie's ear:
"Well, at least no one was caught kissing or fucking."
The leaders shouted and told me to shut up and listen.
Hennie Pretorius
Jan was outspoken and found it hard to keep his head down. He was a strong boy, a man really, and he had a short fuse. I was worried about him and advised him to keep quiet and cooperate. I must confess that I found this aspect of Jan's personality attractive.
The new boys were introduced and publicly humiliated, and we were allowed to leave and shower after the meeting. Lights had to be out by ten.
Jannie and I lay in our beds for some time listening to hear if any senior students were doing the rounds. He quietly came to my bed and kissed me. Our pyjama tops were unbuttoned and we caressed each other's chests. Were both hard and wanked each other. Jan went down on his knees and took my cock into his mouth. He played with my mushroom head and sucked until I was shooting into his mouth. He lay on the bed while I sucked him off. It was wonderful to taste his precum again and to feel his cock throbbing in my mouth, and it wasn't long until I was swallowing his cum. We were breathless as we kissed for a while holding each other and listening to the intense beat of each other's hearts. I told Jan that I loved him as he tiptoed back to his bed.
Jan Marais
School started with a morning assembly where the new students were welcomed to the school. The green blazers looked neat, and the school choir sounded good. It was good to hear the voices singing Afrikaans hymns again. Liezl sang a moving solo that almost brought some of us to tears.
There were two new teachers, but I couldn't wait to see Mr. Pringle, my favourite teacher. He welcomed us back and set us working on a new art project where we had to choose a maximum of five colours and draw a portrait of our partner. He walked around the classroom while we drew, and he stood next to my desk and asked me what I thought of Hannah Arendt. I had struggled through the book in the holidays, but I found it interesting, and it made me think a lot about what was going on at our school. He invited Hennie and me to come and chat after school before the athletics season started. I was thrilled, as I had a bit of a crush on him.
I sat behind Hennie in classes and that allowed me to study his neck, the back of his ears, and his hair. I couldn't get enough of him and would have liked to throw my arms around him and hug him from behind.
Hennie Pretorius
We kissed for a while after lights out, but we were too on edge to do anything else. Fortunately, we did nothing else because the senior students came through the dorms at 11 pm waking everyone up, and chased us out to do physical education on the playground. They said that we weren't keeping to time and that we needed to be taught a lesson.
We eventually got to bed at midnight, making it difficult to wake up in the morning.
Jan Marais
The fascists were at it again meting out their so-called `jungle justice' under the cover of darkness. I decided to do something, and I wrote an anonymous letter to the Human Rights Commission informing them about the happenings at our school.
I typed it and printed it in the computer centre and mailed it in town when we were allowed to do some shopping. I didn't want to implicate Hennie and decided not to tell him.
Two months later department of education officials from Cape Town had been instructed to investigate the school. The principal called a special assembly and told us that there was to be an investigation into the school and that everyone needed to cooperate. I suspected that my letter had triggered something, but I had no idea of the extent to which the school would go to cover things up.
Hannie Pretorius
There was a rumbling in the special assembly when the principal announced that there would be an investigation into the school. The student leaders on the stage shuffled uncomfortably on their seats and teachers spoke in whispers to each other.
That evening the prefects (student leaders) called us together and told us that we were to say nothing of the orientation programme (hazing). They threatened anyone who spoke with consequences. An air of fear, uncertainty and ambivalence hung over the boarding house.
Jan Marais
I spoke to some of the students who had been badly treated by the prefects and senior students and encouraged them to speak out.
"Write notes or send voice messages but do something."
I was worried that everyone would simply close ranks. Initially, it seemed as if that was what would happen. But that wasn't the case. The department team was led by an experienced human rights lawyer who knew how to gather evidence. Her approach guaranteed anonymity and she made sure that things happened out of sight.
Hennie Pretorius
Things were tense during the investigation at the school. Prefects moved around menacingly, and the teachers in charge of boarding were on edge. They had a lot to hide. Jan seemed to be one of the few people who revelled in the situation. This brought some tension into our relationship as I was loyal to the school. A Cape Town newspaper somehow got wind of the investigation and sent a reporter to investigate.
Jan Marias
All eyes were on our school and there was no way a coverup would be possible any longer. The first sign that things were not holding was when the principal took early retirement. The chairman of the board resigned as well as the entire governing body. Teachers in charge of boarding were suspended and disciplinary hearings were conducted for student leaders.
I was dealing with my guilt. I was the whistle-blower; I had initiated this avalanche and I couldn't tell Hennie. He was too loyal to the school and its traditions that he wouldn't forgive me. I dared not tell my parents either as they were past students who were proud and supportive.
It was eating me, and I needed to talk to someone, so I turned to Mr. Pringle the one adult I trusted and who would understand.
"Jan, you did the right thing. We should have challenged these practices long ago. You were very brave to do what you did, but my advice is that you remain silent and say nothing. What has happened here in the past has caused much heartache and unbelievable suffering. Think about your Hannah Arendt reading, you never turned a blind eye and let the suffering persist."
I was in tears as Mr Pringle hugged me and held me in his arms.
"I will say nothing Jan, and I think it's better that you remain silent, especially in this community, where people can be very vindictive. It's the same with you and Hennie, keep quiet and say nothing."
I asked him how he knew about Hennie and me and said that he just knew and that he was watching over us with care and concern. I felt much better after speaking to Mr Pringle and felt that my burden was slightly lighter. I decided that I would tell Hennie everything at another time.
Hennie Pretorius
The turmoil of the past month had been significant in our school which normally operated like clockwork. There was tension between Jan and me during this time, as our views on what had transpired differed. But somehow our relationship withstood the challenge. We hugged and kissed during the crisis but that was all. I masturbated in the toilets every day, but I don't know what Jan was up to. I longed to be close to him and I hoped that we could spend time together during the school holidays.
Jan Marais
The hazing in the dormitories had stopped. The new students seemed happier, but there was a lot of grumbling among the senior students who bemoaned the changes and spoke about falling standards and a breakdown of discipline. The teachers who were suspended were transferred elsewhere and three of the students were expelled following disciplinary hearings. I felt sorry for them, even though they were despicable bullies, I was concerned that they were merely made scapegoats in this crisis. I couldn't wait for the school holidays.