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Klaus navigates the world
Background
This story consolidates a storyline from the Back to Barcelona series. The central characters in the story are Tom Hart and Adam Stein, who met at school and live together in Johannesburg. Adam spends some time on a farm in Rustenburg. In the last year, Klaus Hofmann has shared an apartment with them. Tom is a final-year medical student and Adam lectures in life sciences. Klaus is doing a doctorate in rock art studies. Klaus Hofmann grew up in Germany and met up with the group through Rafa in Barcelona. Anna Stein is Adam's sister and is a psychiatrist working in Rustenburg. Hans Winkler is Anna and Adam's cousin who was a nature conservationist who lived in the Magaliesberg and was murdered by poachers.
Ishaan Naidoo is doing a doctorate in rock art in Johannesburg and was introduced to the group by Klaus. Benjamin Wagner is a closeted gay Lutheran priest in Rustenburg who has taken a keen interest in Ishaan.
Klaus Hoffman the boy
Klaus speaks:
Our Church group had regular Church conferences where we slept over. There was separate accommodation for adults and for the children. I stayed in the boys' dormitory. I was thirteen and there were only four boys in a large room. I climbed into bed wearing my. undies and a T-shirt. Jurgen switched the lights off and we spoke in the dark. After about half an hour the room grew silent. Jurgen, a 15-year-old sneaked over and climbed into my bed. A was a little startled, but he put his finger on my lip a whispered that I should keep quiet. Next thing I felt his hand in my underwear, and he gripped my cock and started to masturbate me. I was immediately hard. He then took my hand and moved it to his hard penis. My heart was beating like mad, and I was trembling because of the thrill. This was something I had fantasised about a lot. We masturbated each other until we ejaculated, and then Jurgen kissed me on the mouth. He then snuck off to his own bed.
Klaus hiking in the Berg
Adam speaks:
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 hard. 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 hismouth. 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 me 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 Tom. 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.
The narrator speaks:
In Amsterdam
Tom decided that he could not take Klaus for granted and that he had to put more effort into the relationship. He negotiated more time off work to spend time doing more things together with Klaus. The first planned event was an evening at the Joburg Ballet Theatre. Tom knew that this was something Klaus would enjoy, and he wasn't wrong. Klaus appreciated the evening out. Tom remembered the evening they had enjoyed at the ballet in Barcelona.
They also tried to do some walks together after work which really gave the some quiet time together. They spoke a lot on their walks and often thought about Adam on the farm. They looked forward to joining Adam on his trip to Amsterdam.
Tom and Klaus also started to search for a larger apartment. There was one going in the building where they stayed, and it was one floor above theirs'. It had two large bedrooms and a large lounge/dining room. Tom would share the one room with Adam when he came to Joburg and Klaus could have the other room. Klaus was happy with the arrangement, and they just had to wait for Adam to visit and give his approval.
Adam came for a few days, and it was great to be reunited with him. Tom kissed him and was very glad to be close to him. Adam liked the new apartment and suggested that they go ahead and sign a lease. That night they decided to eat at Tom's favourite pizzeria and Klaus was glad to be together with them. They spoke a lot and Klaus told Adam all about his dissertation and the trouble he was having with his supervisor. Adam suggested that he try and see if he could change his supervisor and that this was fraught with problems. Tom was now on a surgery block and was enjoying the team he was assigned to. Adam spoke about Anna and how she was doing at work, she was still experiencing some challenges with some of the families she was working with. Hannah, the family lawyer was doing well with Hans' estate and was piecing things together.
When they got home, they took a shower together. It was good for them to be together again, and they enjoyed familiarising themselves with each other's bodies again. They wanked each other, kissed, and sucked each other off. It was all very sensual under the hot shower. They slept together that night and enjoyed the intimacy.
Tom had to leave early in the morning and Klaus and Adam were left to lie in together. After returning from emptying his bladder Adam snuggled up against Klaus' back. His erection pressed against Klaus. Klaus enjoyed this attention and turned around and kissed Adam. Adam asked Klaus to fuck him. Klaus was very aroused and lifted Adam's legs and put them on his shoulders. The lube made entry easy, and Klaus was beside himself. He wanked Adam who came before Klaus did. It was very intense. They lay in bed playing with each other's bodies for a while.
A couple of weeks later they were at the airport waiting to board the flight to Amsterdam. Adam used some of the trust funds to get business-class tickets for himself, Tom and Klaus. They enjoyed drinks and dinner in the business lounge and boarded just before midnight. Their seats folded completely flat and with blankets covering them, they were set to sleep the entire journey.
Tom looked out the window as the plane descended into Amsterdam. The first thing that struck him was the intricate network of canals that cut through the city like a life-giving circulatory system. The waters sparkled under the gentle touch of the sun, reflecting the architectural landscape that lined their banks. It looked as if the city had been meticulously etched into the landscape, a patchwork of islands connected by countless bridges.
The buildings of Amsterdam immediately captured Tom's attention. Their diverse facades, adorned with gabled roofs and richly coloured bricks, leaned together in a haphazard but harmonious fashion. The church spires, tall and elegant, broke the skyline, evoking a sense of peace amid the vibrant urban landscape. They stood as sentinels of Amsterdam's religious history, rising above the hustle and bustle of modern life.
Dam Square, at the heart of the city, was impossible to miss. The Royal Palace, a majestic symbol of the city's historical significance, stood regally amidst the lively streets and bustling markets. It seemed to dominate over the city with a sense of quiet grandeur.
The green spaces of Amsterdam provided a refreshing contrast to the urban surroundings. The carefully cultivated tulip gardens in various parks splashed vibrant colours across the landscape, reflecting the Dutch passion for flowers.
As the plane continued its descent, the IJ river seemed to stretch endlessly, providing a watery frame for the city. Modern structures like the striking Film Institute added to the historic cityscape. Amsterdam, with its delicate blend of tradition and innovation, appeared as a living, breathing creature from the air. The canals and the architecture combined to create an image of a city that was both timeless and contemporary.
Touching down at Schiphol Airport, Tom knew that an adventure was about to begin, and he eagerly anticipated finding their group in the welcoming streets, picturesque canals, and rich culture of Amsterdam.
It was autumn in Amsterdam and the trees along the canals were turning gold. They took a taxi to the gay-friendly hotel where they were booked. It was two days before the conference, and they planned to do some tourist stuff. Adam had reserved a double room on the first floor. They used the lift, avoiding the narrow staircase, to get to the first floor and unpacked their luggage.
Tom and Adam shared a bed and Klaus had his own bed. They had a little rest before lunch and planned to visit the Rijksmuseum in the afternoon where there was a magnificent exhibition, and they had managed to get some online tickets. It was an incredible visit. Tom enjoyed the new descriptions of exhibits which spoke about the colonial links of the art.
Late afternoon they walked to a little pancake restaurant that Adam had visited years ago. It was owned by a queer man. They had to climb a narrow staircase to get to the first floor, there was enough space in the restaurant for two tables. This venue brought back so many memories for Adam.
Klaus loved Amsterdam; he had never been there before, but he enjoyed the cosmopolitan feel of the place. Tom also enjoyed the city, which if Tom was honest was a real tourist trap. They walked back to their hotel and had an early night as the long overnight flight was catching up with them.
They enjoyed a light breakfast at the hotel. They had booked tickets for the Van Gogh Museum and they were there before the crowds arrived. Klaus was in his element as they walked around the familiar artworks. There was nothing to beat being in the presence of such magnificent art. Klaus was fond of one portrait which highlighted his eyes and his ginger complexion. He did track it down and took a few photographs. They enjoyed eating Dutch fries in the Museum Square that afternoon, and after lunch, they spent time in the Stedelijk Museum which showcases contemporary art.
That night they visited a new artisanal restaurant which was the talk of the town. The owners of the hotel had recommended the place, which lived up to expectations. The décor was simple and stylish, and the food was out of this world. The chef had worked in a Michelin-rated restaurant and had transferred his culinary skills to his new restaurant.
That night Adam had to put the final touches to his paper, as the conference was starting the next day. Klaus and Tom planned to travel to the Kröller-Müller Museum the next day while Adam was at the conference. The Museum was in the De Hoge Veluwe National Park. Klaus explained that the Kröller-Müller Museum was the lifework of Helene Kröller-Müller. Between 1907 and 1922, she and her husband Anton Kröller bought almost 11,500 works of art, accumulating one of the largest private collections of the twentieth century. The museum first opened its doors in 1938.
The museum is a second home to Vincent van Gogh and boasts almost 90 paintings and more than 180 drawings, making it the second-largest collection of Van Goghs in the world. In addition, the museum is home to top works by modern masters including Claude Monet, Georges Seurat, Pablo Picasso and Piet Mondriaan.
Tom and Klaus cycled around the park and spent the morning in the museum. That afternoon they enjoyed a picnic in the gardens. They took a train back to Amsterdam in the evening. They were glad to connect with Adam again. His paper went well and there were many questions discussed after his presentation. That night they went to one of the oldest gay pubs in the city, where they met some locals and drank a couple of beers together. Later they walked back to the hotel and took turns showering. They decided to spend the night together in one bed enjoying the intimacy.
The next morning Adam had to get to the conference early and Tom and Klaus decided to stay together in bed. Klaus wanted Tom to have sex with him, and it was a great experience for both, and it was particularly special being in Amsterdam together. After a shower, Tom and Klaus went for a walk in Vondel Park. The autumn leaves made for a picturesque setting, and they enjoyed exploring the park. Klaus wanted to visit one of the famous coffee shops in the afternoon and Tom agreed to go with him. It was a good experience, but Tom said that he wouldn't want to do it again. It was late afternoon; they spent some time in the American Bookshop at the heart of the city. Tom found a lovely book on the secret lives of fungi for Adam.
They met Adam on Museum Square in the evening, it was a little chilly but still pleasant enough to be outside. They walked along the thoroughfare to Rembrandt Square where they had dinner.
The conference was over, and they planned to take a trip by train the next day up to Groningen to meet up with Adam's cousin who worked at the university. She was an English lecturer, and Adam had not seen her in years. The town was known for its medieval buildings and the huge number of bicycles. Kate welcomed them at the station, and they walked across to her office on campus. There she introduced them to some of her postgraduate students and they spent the afternoon on the university lawns. She had a seminar scheduled with them on Damon Galgut's award-winning book "The Promise". She set the afternoon up for them as South African experts to interrogate as she led the discussion.
That evening they had dinner with Kate at the hotel where they were staying. Kate left early and they decided to find one of the many nightclubs that Groningen was famous for. There was an excellent band playing and they ended up staying until after midnight. Klaus had never really been in a venue like this, and he was having a lot of fun. Adam felt a bit old for the place, and Tom found it too loud. They enjoyed the freedom of the club and were able to hold each other freely and kiss whenever they wanted.
Their hotel room was far too tiny for three adult men, and they almost fell over each other. The bed was almost big enough to accommodate the three of them, but to be honest, it wasn't comfortable. They found it difficult to do much that night, but at least they were close.
The next morning, they were chatting in bed and Klaus told them that Hamburg was only 230km away. Adam suggested that Klaus take a train and go visit his family, and Klaus said he would if they wanted him. He tried to call his mother and his sisters, but no one answered. So, he decided to rather return to Amsterdam with his friends.
It was good to be in their large hotel room again, and that night they planned to have dinner on a canal barge. After a few beers, they found themselves naked in bed and had some fun sucking and rimming. Later that night Klaus fucked both Tom and Adam.
They had one day left in Amsterdam and Tom wanted to visit the Anne Frank Museum. They walked across town and found their way to the museum where they joined a long queue waiting to enter the museum. Tom had read the diary and thought that the place was iconic and that he had to see it. After a long wait, they got in and saw the room behind the bookshelf. Tom was pleased that they got to see the house. That afternoon they were on a plane to Paris where they would spend a night.
The next day they made their way to the airport to return to South Africa.
The narrator speaks...
Klaus needs cheering up
Klaus was in a grumpy mood since he heard that Ishaan and Ben had gone on holiday. Adam realised that he was jealous and that there was probably more between Klaus and Ishaan than he cared to admit. Tired of all this sulking he suggested that he join Tom and him on a Lesotho trip. Adam had hiked there in the past and knew some good spots. Once they crossed the border, they made their way up some newly built roads to Semonkong. The road crossed through some spectacular passes on the way to this remote outpost located at altitude, and Adam was careful to keep the trip as smooth as possible to keep it comfortable for Tom.
They booked into a local lodge for the evening where they booked into a chalet. They enjoyed the quaint pub and the restaurant, with its fire burning in the corner. There was a pool table in the pub and a dart board which provided some entertainment. A TV screen showed sports events behind the bar counter. Klaus was in a much better mood and after three beers was a lot more relaxed. The dinner was tasty, and they sat around a fire and drank whiskey afterward.
Klaus' cock was straight up and bouncing about when he took his clothes off in the room and asked Tom to fuck him. Klaus was holding Tom's hand as they made their way to the bed. Alex was in the shower. Klaus lay face down on the bed, he lifted his arse slightly as Tom used the lube to massage him and to slick up his cock. Tom went down carefully and pushed his cock into the inviting hole. His cock went in easily as he slowly began his in-and-out movements. Klaus was enjoying it. At one point Tom stopped and lay on Klaus holding him tight. Klaus turned his head and they kissed for a while. He picked up his pace, and in no time, Tom was whispering: "coming, coming". Klaus shot his load at the same time. They lay quietly in the warm room watching the crackling fire when Adam came out of the shower. They called him over and kissed him and Tom took freshly washed cock into his mouth.
The next morning, they made sure their water bottles were full before they hiked to the Maletsunyane Falls The views were spectacular as the skies were clear and there was no pollution obscuring views. It was a beautiful morning; the air was crisp, and the mountain flowers glistened in the morning sun. They walked across some rough terrain and enjoyed the sparse mountain vegetation. They saw some storks in the fields and at one point they came across a lone buck grazing.
They hiked down a valley and crossed a series of small rock pools. When they got to the viewpoint, they unpacked their sandwiches and crisps. They stripped down to their shorts and ate their lunch. They joked around a bit, and after lunch, they lay on their backs soaking up the sun. The view of the waterfall was inviting, and Klaus and Adam hiked down the very steep ravine into the valley.
The sun beat down strongly as they zig-zagged up the hill. They were out of breath as they stood and admired the view from the other side. Clouds had built up and Adam said that they should head back to the lodge. A half-hour before getting back to the lodge, the temperature dropped suddenly, the sky darkened, the wind gushed, and hailstones pelted them. Lightning lit up the sky, and thunder crashed around them. There was nowhere to take cover, and they were soaked and their boots were wet too. When they got to the lodge, they put all their wet belongings onto the chalet veranda.
They hastily stripped their wet clothes and snuggled up close to each other to get warm. Klaus warmed up in the shower. Adam turned towards Tom and gave him a deep kiss. Even in the cold, their cocks were hard, as they both gently wanked each other. The rain stopped and the night sounds filled the air. Tom shot off first and Adam came soon after. They both moved down and licked up the cum.
"Let's clean up before Klaus gets out of the shower*
Adam had checked into the lodge as Dr Stein, and later that night there was a knock at the door. He put his tracksuit pants on and met the receptionist at the door. There was a medical emergency at the clinic, and they needed a doctor. Adam explained that he wasn't a medical doctor and suggested that Tom, who would qualify at the end of the year, assist. Tom grabbed his medical supplies and they drove in the dark up to the clinic to find a gravely ill boy. The child had been vomiting most of the day and his temperature was sky high. Tom listened to the child's breathing, while Adam used his Setswana to communicate with the child's mother who was Sotho speaking. Fortunately, the nursing sister was there to intervene.
Tom administered the one available drip, and Adam called the pharmacy assistant in the village to get another drip. They used an icepack to bring the child's temperature down. The nearest hospital was three hours away in Maseru, and there wasn't an ambulance available. The fluids and icepacks seemed to help, and by dawn, the boy's temperature was in the normal range. The nurse had called Maseru, and they were sending more saline drips to replenish their stocks. The boy was awake, and the fever had broken, Tom and Adam left the boy in the care of the nursing sister. They were exhausted and slept in until 10. After a late breakfast, they visited the child again, who looked much better. His heart rate and temperature were normal. The night-duty sister had gone home, and the child was in the care of the day staff.
After a light lunch, they packed the car, and set out for Maseru, where they turned off to historic Morija where they were to overnight. The guesthouse was built on a hill above the mission village below. To the East were the Mountains and the plains on the West. The sun was setting, and the sky was turning red in the dusty atmosphere. The owner welcomed them warmly and they enjoyed a home-cooked meal. A fire was going in the lounge where they sat looking through books on Lesotho. Adam and Klaus were talked into doing a pony trek up the mountain pass in the morning, and Tom decided to give it a miss.
That night they slept in a cottage below the guest house. It had a wonderfully large shower and a king-size bed. They showered together, in this quaint old shower. The water pressure wasn't strong, but it allowed them to wash each other. Klaus towered over Tom and Adam, and they soaped him, his cock was very hard, and stood straight up. Tom pushed back his foreskin and washed him, while Adam washed his hole. They took turns kissing each other and massaging each other's bodies. Tom wanked Klaus and he was so aroused that he came quickly. Adam was rubbing his dick against Tom's arse and shot over his back. Klaus went down on his knees and sucked Tom off. They stayed in the shower until the hot water was started running out.
That night they snuggled in the double bed with blond Klaus in the middle giving him all the attention. They rubbed his body; Tom sucked his elegant toes and Adam sucked his perfectly shaped ears. Tom never tired of looking into his eyes. Adam turned around and after applying lube Klaus fucked him. Tom moved in behind Klaus and got his dick into Klaus - it was a feast.
Adam and Klaus went on a pony trek the next morning and Tom remained on the veranda reading a book. He knew that he wasn't 100% healthy and still needed to take it easy. He was joined by two German volunteers who were also staying at the guest house. They worked in a project in the afternoon assisting children with their homework, they also ran a small library at the project. The young man and woman had finished school the year before and were volunteering in the project. They both wanted to know more about Klaus, whom they met the night before at dinner. Tom wondered if they were both interested in him and whether Ingrid and Heinz knew that Klaus was gay.
Late that afternoon Tom, Adam, and Klaus visited the Morija museum where there were rock panels with rock art on display. These panels had been removed from the field. Klaus took some photographs and made some notes. They sat in the tea garden drinking a beer and Tom told Klaus about the volunteers. Adam suggested that Klaus pop into their project on the way back to the guest house and invite them for drinks later, which he did.
There was no power in the house, and later that night they drank beers together in the lounge. The fire crackled and produced flickering light in the room, and the candles flickered in the evening breeze. Klaus hadn't realised how good-looking Heinz was until that evening and wondered whether he should make a move. Adam, whose German was good, listened in on their conversation. Tom was telling Ingrid about Semonkong and suggesting that they visit the lodge sometime.
Klaus speaks:
Klaus in Hamburg
I'm Klaus Hoffman, I have been reading for PhD in rock art in Johannesburg and returned to Germany to contact my family. For those of you who don't know, I grew up as a Jehovah's Witness and was cut off from my family when I came out as gay.
I got off the train at Hamburg Central Station. It had been a while since I'd been in Germany, things looked very familiar, but the station seemed cleaner than ever, and it was good to experience German efficiency again. I pulled my bag along and had a carrier bag in my other hand with gifts for my grandmother.
I was stopped by Jehovah's Witnesses in the arrival hall. I recognised one young man.
"Jurgen how are you?"
He hesitated for a moment.
"Hullo Klaus. I haven't seen you in years. What are you up to?"
I briefly told him about my studies in Barcelona and that I was now studying in Johannesburg. Jurgen had remained with the witnesses and had studied accounting. He was very handsome, blond, and slightly taller than me.
I had a flashback to one of the Jehovah's Witness Church conferences where we slept over. There was separate accommodation for adults and for the children. I stayed in the boys' dormitory. I was thirteen and there were only four boys in a large room. I climbed into bed wearing undies and a T-shirt. Jurgen switched the lights off and we spoke in the dark. After about half an hour the room grew silent. Jurgen was 15 at the time. He sneaked over and climbed into my bed. I was a little startled, but he put his finger on my lips and whispered that I should keep quiet. Next thing I felt his hand in my underwear, and he gripped my dick and started to masturbate me. I was immediately hard. He then took my hand and moved it to his hard penis. My heart was beating like mad, and I was trembling because of the thrill. This was something I had fantasized about a lot. We masturbated each other until we ejaculated, and then Jurgen kissed me on the mouth and then snuck off to his bed.
It was a long time ago and I always remember that night fondly. I asked Jurgen if he still saw my family and he said he did. I told him that I was hoping to see them and that I would be staying with my grandmother. We exchanged numbers and agreed to meet again. He looked me in the eye and shook my hand, I felt like hugging him, but I knew that this would not go down well with the other witnesses.
I took a taxi to my Oma's apartment. It was great to see her again. She hadn't changed, her blue eyes were sharp and alert, and she warmly embraced me. She had a bedsitter on her enclosed balcony where I put my bag down. She had made a pot of tea, and we sat catching up on my life and hers. I showed her photographs of my friends and some of the places where I had been. She told me that my parents and siblings were totally involved in the work of the Jehovah's Witnesses and that she very seldomly saw them. She agreed to arrange for me to meet my mother.
Later that evening I got a message from Jurgen. He was living in apartment with two other witnesses and wanted to know if I wanted to come over on the weekend when his flatmates would be away.
The next day I met my mother at my Oma's apartment. I think she was glad to see me, but it was an awkward moment as I didn't know if I should hug her or what. She gave me a light kiss on the cheek and said that she was happy to see me. She had aged and was completely grey. We sat on the couch and told her about my studies. She told me about my father and siblings, my father was a leader in the Witnesses now and my siters were both studying. I asked he whether I could me them, and she said that it wasn't a good idea. The more I spoke to her the angrier I got, my mother was totally brainwashed, and her heart appeared to have been washed as well. I glanced at my grandmother who rolled her eyes.
I never forgot that when my family found out I was gay they quickly shunned me and did it in the name of love. This included most of my family. They reasoned that the expulsion would encourage me to return to the congregation, but I never magically became straight or put on a meeting suit again.
As my mother spoke, I realised that I was still shunned and that there would be no reconciliation. The Church was more powerful than her love for me. At the end of the afternoon, she shook my hand and said goodbye.
I met Jurgen the next day at his modest apartment. It was sparsely furnished, very clean and had no pictures on the walls. The open plan kitchen was spotless, and you would never guess that three young men inhabited this environment. Jurgen and I sat opposite each other. I told him about my studies and about the relationships I had with other men. I told him about Adam and Tom, and our shared living arrangement. He was totally engaged and asked many probing questions.
Jurgen told me about two ex-Witness friends of his died because of substance use connected to their shunning. The first funeral was Eric's, who drank himself to death. He'd been a DJ, so I and his other unbeliever friends gathered in a nightclub to celebrate his life, the one the Witnesses had robbed him of. They poured their grief into speeches on the dancefloor. The Witnesses call all non-members worldly and paint them as uncaring, hateful and selfish, but it's a shame that Eric's worldly family held a memorial while his own family didn't.
A few months later, Witnesses presided over Jurgen's friend Han's funeral, which meant that no one spoke about who he really was – just platitudes about the coming new system.
Jurgen saw himself as gay and was deeply closeted and didn't want anyone to find out. The guys he lived with never suspected that he was gay.
"I envy you Klaus. You have followed your dream and lived freely. I wish I had the courage to break free from this world, but I'm too embroiled. And I don't think I will be able to survive the shunning."
"I wasn't easy Jurgen, especially not having contact with my family. Reversing the effects of my childhood indoctrination is ongoing for me. My studies have helped to broaden my worldview, and the friends I have made along the way helped me overcome the deep loneliness. There's no religious apocalypse to get in my way anymore, and I feel in control of my future. But don't get me wrong this is still not an easy journey for me. My mind was very fucked up by religion."
Jurgen began to sob. I got up and went to sit next to him on the couch and put my arm around his shoulder. He told me how lonely he was, and how conflicted he was. I hugged him and suggested that we go out for a bite to eat. We continued our conversation in a restaurant where he was more relaxed. I ordered a beer for him, and he reluctantly drank it.
He asked me to stay the night and I texted my grandmother to tell her that I wouldn't be home. Jurgen kissed me as soon as I closed the apartment door and we stripped and climbed into the shower where we kissed under the strong jet of water.
Jurgen was sporting a serious boner when we dried ourselves after showering. He turned away from me and changed into his sleep shorts which made it even more obvious. My cock responded and I was hard too.
"Jurgen, can I help you out with that boner" I asked, trying to break the ice.
"That would be great," he said and moved closer to me.
I removed his sleep shorts and began to suck his beautiful seven-inch dick. He rested his hands on my head and groaned with pleasure. His dick tasted slightly different from the others I had sucked recently. I reached my hands around and squeezed his butt cheeks.
He asked me to fuck him. I used some Vaseline to lube my cock and his hole. He liked lying on his stomach, and I massaged his hole. I penetrated his hole easily and I moved in and out. He knew how to use his arse muscles and it felt good on my dick. He squirmed with pleasure when my dick hit his prostate. I came quickly, and he came quickly too.
We lay on the bed for a while kissing, and he snuggled into my body and asked if he could sleep with me for the night.
We were up early and shared the shower to save water. Jurgen appreciated our time together, but he wasn't ready to leave the Witnesses. I suggested he call me on WhatsApp if he needed to talk things through. We enjoyed scrambled eggs on toast and I hugged him and left. It was Sunday morning and he suited up for a service at the local Kingdom Hall. He would join friends in the afternoon and hand our pamphlets in the park.
After spending four more days with my grandmother, I booked a ticket to return to Johannesburg. Even though my grandmother was fit and in good health, she wasn't young, and I wondered if I would ever get to see her again.
My research relied heavily on Daniel Allen Cox's brilliant new book memoir-in-essays "I Felt the End Before It Came."