Kurt
Life in The
Village, through the eyes of a student at the remote school.
This is an
original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
The resemblance
of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person
is purely coincidental.
If it is illegal,
or offensive, for you to read stories involving interactions of a sexual nature
between adults and youths, then what are you doing here?
From
Chapter 41:
After school, back
at Jintabudjaree, Andy and I are the first up the front steps. Well, I'm first
and he's second.
I stand at the
door and wait for him to open it. The others are not far behind him.
Without thinking,
I put my hand on the door knob, and the door swings open.
How?
Everybody freezes
and stares.
What just
happened?
Chapter 42 – And Then
He's Gone
William
is the first to speak. "How the hell did you do that?"
My brother adds, "Yeah. How come?"
I have no idea! I just shrug and pull a stupid face.
William yanks the door shut and then tries to open it
again himself. And fails.
Karl also tries. Same result.
"Do it again!" William tells me.
I hesitantly place my hand above the door knob, then
touch it. The door opens.
Everyone stares at me, then at Andy. Then, all eyes
turn to Mr Grant. He's the owner of this place and he's a teacher. And, apart
from Andy, he's the only one who has ever been able to open the door!
"Don't expect me to give you an answer," Mr Grant says
to us. "I don't even know why I can open it. Or Andy."
Everyone is still shaking his head in disbelief as we
pass through the open door.
Mr Grant says, "We are going to eat in the dining room
tonight. We may as well have dinner properly seeing that we won't be here for
another two weeks."
He tells us all to put our things into our rooms. I
know why. Then he says, "Kurt and Andy, when you come downstairs, can you two
and I go for a ride in the Landau?"
That's his way of saying that he wants a private chat
with Andy and me.
"Will, can you and Karl amuse yourselves for a while?"
he asks.
Stupid question!
William and Karl grin at each other. I don't expect
them to be playing dominoes!
Andy and I climb into the Landau and Mr Grant sits
opposite us.
"Are we in trouble, Tom?" Andy asks
"No Andy," Mr Grant replies. "I just wanted to talk
about what happened upstairs."
"You mean about Kurt opening the door?" Andy responds.
"Yes. About that," Mr Grant says. "Do either of you
have any idea why Kurt could suddenly do that?"
I shake my head, shrug, and look at Andy, to see
whether he has an explanation.
"House rule?" Andy asks.
"Of course, Andy," Mr Grant replies. "A secret just
among us."
I still have no idea, and I'm keen to find out as much
as Mr Grant appears to be.
"Well, Tom," Andy starts. "The ghost has been talking
to me, every night."
"What?" Mr Grant replies. "The ghost has been talking
to you? When? What did he say?"
"Every night in bed, except last night," Andy tells
him. Then he adds, "Kurt knows."
"Has he spoken to you too, Kurt?" Mr Grant asks me.
"Well, I didn't see him, or hear him, like Andy did,"
I say.
"Then how...?" Mr Grant starts to ask.
"But I know that Andy was talking to him, or someone,"
I answer. "I could hear Andy talking and I could feel him moving."
"What did Andy say to the ghost?" Mr Grant asks me.
"I couldn't understand it," I tell him. "It sounded
like an aboriginal voice. At least I think that it was what an aboriginal would
sound like. I've never actually met one."
Mr Grant looks directly at Andy, for some explanation.
"Tom," Andy says. "I saw him, and he spoke to me. And
he has told me to call him `Uncle' and that you and I were `blood of his blood'
and that I shouldn't be afraid."
Mr Grant pulls a funny face and scratches the back of
his head. "I thought the reason that only you and I were able to open the door must
have been something like that. But how can Kurt open it today when he was never
able to before? Even yesterday."
"You have to promise that you won't tell!" Andy says,
almost pleading with him, and looking at me too.
"You have my word," Mr Grant tells him. "House rule. I
promise."
"Me too," I add, really, really wanting to know the
answer.
Andy looks down at the floor of the Landau and takes a
deep breath. "Uncle said that if I gave myself to somebody completely that he
would become like one of us."
I can't understand what he is saying. All that
happened differently last night was that we...
Mr Grant reaches across to us. He takes Andy's hand in
one of his and mine in the other. He says, quietly, looking at Andy, "And is
that what happened last night? Did you give yourself to Kurt completely?"
"Yes," is all that Andy whispers.
"OK," Mr Grant replies. "I understand." Then, looking
from Andy to me and back again, he asks, "Do either of you want to talk about
it?"
All I can do is shake my head. I enjoyed what Andy and
I did last night but I don't want to talk to Mr Grant about it.
Andy says, "Not now, Tom. But maybe sometime. Is that
OK?"
"Yes, Andy," Mr Grant replies. "Any time. And I think
that it would actually be healthy for the three of us to talk about it when you
are ready. In the meantime, please be careful that nobody gets hurt. OK?"
"OK," Andy replies.
I nod. And I ask, "You won't say anything to my Dad
will you Mr Grant? Or to my brother? Or to William, because he will tell Karl
and my brother will tell Dad."
"I gave you my promise, boys," Mr Grant tells us.
"It's our secret."
I smile. Andy smiles. Mr Grant smiles.
We climb down out of the Landau, and Mr Grant gives us
both a big hug, ruffles our hair, and swats us both on our tails. "OK," he
says, "Let's go up and get ready for dinner."
William and Karl are nowhere to be seen. I can guess
where they are and what they might be doing. Probably!
"Will you guys help me to set the table, please?" Mr
Grant asks us. "Let's do it all properly tonight."
He takes out a stack of plates, gives five to Andy and
me and asks us to arrange them at the end of the table nearest to the door. And,
for us to add the cutlery. I notice that he puts an `extra' four plates in a
pile at the other end, as though he had accidentally taken out too many. I
think that Andy hasn't noticed.
Mr Grant calls me over and says, "Kurt, would you like
to help Andy pack his bag, and make sure that he doesn't forget anything? We'll
take it with us in the morning so that we can leave straight after school."
He winks at me. I get it. He wants Andy out of the way
when the visitors arrive.
"I'll call you for dinner," Mr Grants tells us.
That's secret code for `keep him upstairs until we've got
everything ready'.
"Sure thing, Mr Grant," I reply, winking back.
He grins.
He takes his phone and rings somebody. I know that
it's a special phone which works out here. "Can you and Karl come downstairs,
please, Will?" he says.
What? He just rang William upstairs? Why didn't he
just yell? Or go and knock on the door? Then, again, maybe that wouldn't have
been such a good idea! Mr Grant is smart!
Andy and I close our bedroom door behind us.
Now what can I do to keep him occupied? I think that
we should organise his clothes first, and then we might have some time to play.
But not too seriously, with visitors expected.
"Why don't we lay out all of your things on the bed?"
I put to him. "What you want for school tomorrow can be left to one side. Everything
else can go into your bag but whatever you want for when you are travelling can
be put on the top. Like pyjama pants for tomorrow night."
Those decisions take all of 30 seconds. Packing Andy's
bag takes another 60 seconds.
Now what?
Andy and I look at each other, and I grab him in a
hug, and just hold on. He stretches his arms around me and rests the side of his
head against mine.
A lot of things run through my mind. Everything, from when
I first met him, the day when Mr Grant became the owner of this property, right
up to today. Everything. Especially last night!
We don't need to talk. We just appreciate each other.
Junior doesn't even bother getting hard!
Until, Andy turns around and leans his back right
against my front. I put my arms around him again and hug him as closely as I
can get him.
He leans his head backward so that his cheek and mine
connect. I feel him leaning onto me.
I feel his hands move behind him and squeeze in between
us to connect with Junior.
I press Junior against his hands then drop one of my
hands down his front to find out what's happening in his pants.
"This is nice," he tells me. "I am going to miss you
so much!"
"I'll see you next week while Karl and I are visiting
Mum and our Ma and Pa," I say.
"Just seeing you won't be the same," he says with a
heavy sigh. "Because we won't be able to do anything, which could be worse than
not seeing you at all."
I move my hand away from the now-discernible thickness
in his pants, knowing that we're expecting visitors, and say, "Let's lie on the
bed and talk until Mr Grant calls us."
He moves his hands but, instead of heading for the
bed, he turns, wraps his arms around me, and I can tell that he is crying.
Silently.
I rest my hands on his glutes and hold our bodies
tightly together. He will be able to feel Junior now because I can definitely
feel his. We rock from side to side and I feel Junior starting to do things
that I don't want him to do. Not now.
I let go of Andy and lay myself on the bed, with my
legs hanging over the edge. I pat the space next to me.
Andy lays himself down with me and immediately reaches
for my hand. We interlock our fingers and he squeezes mine. I respond the same.
There is silence. Just squeezing.
"What are you thinking?" I ask him.
"I'm sad and happy," he replies.
"Tell me about your happy thoughts," I say. "We can
talk about the other things tonight, and I'll see if I can make the sad ones go
away."
He rolls over, kisses me, then lies back down.
"I came out here with my mother so that I could see
Tom," Andy starts. "He's the one who tried to help me, after something really
bad happened, but I wouldn't let him. And then something even worse happened to
me."
"Hey," I say, "this is supposed to be the happy
thoughts!"
"The happy thought is," he says, "that I saw Tom again
and felt really good. But what was even better was that I met you."
Instinctively, I turn my head to look at him, and discover
that he is staring at me. He still has tears in his eyes, but he is smiling. He
squeezes my hand.
I tell him, "I remember when William introduced us to
each other. There were two things that I noticed. Your blue eyes and your tight
jeans."
"Yeah," he says. I noticed yours too, and I just knew
that we were going to be friends!"
"And what about when we were playing hide-n-seek?" I
remind him. "And when you tricked me because you hid behind the door in the
loungeroom!"
He replies, "And finding the secret room off the
bathroom."
"And being in the dark, and feeling each other's
cock!" I say. "Like this..." Releasing our interlocked fingers, I reach over and
lay my hand on the front of his jeans.
"But then we didn't get to do what we had planned," he
says, sighing heavily, "because I had to go home when it started raining."
"However, the good bit was that your mum let you stay until
now," I grin at him.
"We can thank Tom for that too," he tells me. "My
mother had no answer to everything that Tom suggested on the way to Cunnamulla."
"And, the best bit is, that you can talk properly
again, walk properly again, and that the plaster is off your arm," I say.
"Yes," Andy replies. "That is excellent, but it's not
the best bit. The best bit is what we did last night."
"Yes. Thank you. It was amazing. So, is that why I can
open the door too now?" I ask.
"Yes," Andy answers. "But I don't know whether you
will be able to see and hear `Uncle' like I can. I hope so. He's not so scary,
and he has taught me a lot, even if you thought that I was asleep the whole
time."
I'm about to suggest to Andy that he do to me tonight
what he let me do to him last night, when we hear `Dinner!' from downstairs.
Andy and I remove ourselves from the bed. "Shirts
out!" I tell him, observing the condition of our pants.
I open the bedroom door and see Mr Grant standing on
the landing below the zebra. He puts his finger to his lips. There is a
surprise waiting for Andy.
We get to the top of the stairs. Mr Grant says, "You
guys should clean up a bit before dinner." Then he grins, pointing at our pants,
"And, from what I can see, you'd better use a lot of cold water."
We head for the bathroom.
"I didn't think they were that obvious, with our
shirts out," I say to Andy.
"It wouldn't really matter, would it?" Andy asks.
"It's only Will and Karl and Tom. They've seen us stiff before, even with our
clothes off."
"Well, maybe he doesn't want the others to get excited
looking at us," I tell him.
However, I know the real reason! And I agree with Mr
Grant because I don't want my Dad and Ms O'Sullivan to see Andy and me so
`excited'.
"I reckon Will and Karl were already excited, before
us," Andy says. "They took off to their room when we went down to the Landau to
talk with Tom."
Faces, arms and hands all washed, in cold water. Cocks
under control and tucked away, we head downstairs. I'm not sure exactly what to
expect.
I let Andy walk in front of me into the dining room.
"Surprise!" I hear shouted by lots of voices just as I
enter the room behind him.
Andy is so shocked that he jumps and almost falls back
onto me.
"What?" he says out loud.
I'm glad that it wasn't any other words, also with
four letters, that I could imagine him blurting out.
"What's happening?" he asks. "It's not my birthday."
"When is your birthday, love?" Mrs Cameron asks him.
"It doesn't matter," Andy replies. "I've already had
it."
Mr Grant looks at him and reminds Andy that he had
asked him the same question not too long ago.
"Umm," Andy murmurs. He looks very uncomfortable.
Has he had a birthday and not told us?
Birthday bumps!!
"It doesn't matter Andy," Mr Grant tells him. "But, if
we can't have a party for your birthday, we certainly want to celebrate the
time that you have spent with us. Isn't that right, everyone?"
Everybody claps.
Andy looks around. Apart from the people that he was
expecting to have dinner with, he can see that the Camerons, Ms O'Sullivan and
my Dad have joined us.
"Hey, champ," my Dad says to him, "I haven't seen a
lot of you while you have been staying here, but I know that everyone has
enjoyed having you around. And we are all really pleased that you have
recovered so well from your accident in such a short time."
"Hear, hear!" Mr Grant and Mr Cameron say, agreeing
with Dad.
Mr Grant adds, "And, we are very thankful to Mrs
Cameron and Ms O'Sullivan for preparing dinner for us all tonight, and I'm
pleased that we have these magnificent facilities in which to enjoy dinner
together."
"Hear, hear!" William says aloud, alone, and everybody
laughs.
I look at the table. I think that I've never seen such
a variety of food!
Somebody has brought soft drinks for the younger ones.
That would be me and Karl and Andy. Maybe William. There is also a bottle of
red wine, like Pa has, for the adults. Maybe not William. LOL.
We eat. And talk a lot. And everybody says something
nice about Andy. His smile. His manners. His restored health. His helpfulness
at school. His skills in our games and sports.
Karl shocks me when he even thanks Andy for being a
good friend to me.
I reckon he's thankful that Andy keeps me out of
Karl's way so that he and William can do sexy stuff together. Hey! You won't
hear me complaining!
Knowing that I've been silent, Dad, sitting next to
me, asks, "What do you think, Kurt? Is there something that you'd like to say about
Andy?"
Now, my Dad knows that I really like Andy. So does Mr
Grant. And there are things which I like about Andy that I can't share with
people. Like his longer-than-mine cock and the way that he plays with Junior,
and for what he let me do with him last night.
What can I say?
I think for a moment then answer, "I like Andy because
he's been just like another brother to me, like Karl. It's great having two
terrific brothers!"
Dad puts his arm across my shoulders and tells me,
"Well said, son!"
Karl grins at me. It's kind of like half-embarrassed
and half-thankful.
Andy speaks up and everybody goes quiet.
"When I came here," he starts, "I wasn't very well,
and I was really unhappy. But you have all made me feel really happy and helped
me to get better. And I'd really like to stay longer, but my mother is missing
me. That's what she keeps telling me when Tom lets me ring her on his phone. I
really like it here, and I want to come and visit again, when I get the
chance."
Mrs Cameron says, "It has been wonderful to meet you,
Andy, love. Unfortunately, Mr Cameron and I won't be here when you come to
visit. We have sold Whispering Gums and we are looking forward to spending time
travelling and catching up with a lot of our relatives. But, I know that
everyone here would be very happy to have you come and visit whenever you can."
"Do you know who the new owners are?" William asks.
"Do they have children?"
Mr Cameron answers, "No, we don't know yet, but I'm
sure that Helen does, because she works for the Council."
I know that he means Ms O'Sullivan. Everyone turns to
her, perhaps expecting an answer.
"Yes, I know," she says, smiling. "I've seen all of
the documents, but I can't say anything at the moment. Maybe when all of the
legalities are settled in a couple of weeks."
Mrs Cameron says, "Maybe we can all have lunch with
the new owners out at Whispering Gums just before we leave. I'm sure that the
new owners would like us to give them a guided tour of everything."
"Marvellous idea!" Mr Cameron says. "A couple of new
children would be good for the school too, eh Tom?"
The evening is a great time together. However, I'm
really wanting to spend the last night in bed with Andy. I'm going to miss him
terribly. Even seeing him again next week near Mr Grant's parent's place won't
be the same as spending time alone with each other.
My Dad reckons that it's time they all cleared up and
drove back to Whispering Gums.
Andy and I help Mrs Cameron and Ms O'Sullivan with the
dishes, because we know where everything goes, and we both get a `special hug'
from them as thanks.
Karl, William and Mr Grant help Mr Cameron and Dad
load everything into the dual cab ute.
"See you tomorrow, guys," Dad tells Karl and me,
giving us a hug.
Then Andy gets a special hug from him too. Dad tells
him, "I hope that we see a lot more of you, Champ." Then I hear him whisper,
"Kurt would love to see you again too! Maybe next holidays for the whole two
weeks."
I reckon that Andy's eyes are thinking about crying
again.
Everybody gets goodbye and good-night hugs from
everyone else.
And it's time for bed!
It's extremely tough for me, knowing that this is my
last night with Andy.
I will see him next week, but it's not the same as
having him next to me, in bed.
And, after that it will be at least 10 weeks until the
next holidays. And how will he get here? Maybe I could travel to the Gold Coast
with Mr Grant and then Andy and I could come back by train and bus, like Karl
and I will do at the end of our time with Mum and Ma and Pa. Then, how would he
get home again? Or, maybe Dad could drive us. I suppose that we have plenty of
time to work those things out.
Andy and I take off our clothes.
I just want to look at him!
I like his smile, and his thick, blond hair, kind of
like mine. And his Adam's apple. And how his muscles are obvious, without being
big, like Ron's.
He has narrow hips and nice legs. And I love his patch
of `chicken feathers' around his longer-than-mine cock, which is hanging
straight down.
I motion with my hand for him to turn around. Even
from the back he is beautiful. As Ron would say, `nice glutes'!
He is smiling, looking at me looking at him.
He motions for me to turn around, just like I did to
him.
We stand closer together and reach out.
Our fingertips meet, like cups, one over and one
under. We raise our palms, like soft high-5s, or is it high-10s? And our
fingers interlock.
The whole time, our eyes are fixed on each other's.
Closer.
Our cocks meet. And our lips meet.
We wrap our arms around each other.
I love the feeling of touching his warm skin, and
having his hands lightly rub all over my body. His glutes are firm and round. I
pull our bodies as close together as they can be.
We just spend time stroking each other all over and
around.
Junior doesn't stay soft. Neither does Andy's. And we
play with each other's. And balls. And chicken feathers. And glutes. And
everywhere else.
"Hey!" Andy says. "You're getting an Adam's apple!"
I feel Junior respond by jumping to totally stiff and
pressing against Andy's body.
I'm getting an Adam's apple! Like Andy. Wow! At last!
Growing up.
I spread the towel on the bed and we lie together.
I have the oil ready.
"You want to do it again? Like last night?" I ask him.
"It felt really good."
"I didn't get myself ready tonight," Andy says. "It's
not as easy as just putting it in."
"Can you do it to me, then?" I ask him.
"I don't think so!" Andy says firmly. "Same reason.
You are not ready."
"Does it really matter?" I ask. "Can't you just slide
it in, with the oil? I want you to feel as good as I did last night."
"Trust me. It's not easy. It would hurt you too much,
and I don't want to hurt you," Andy says.
Now, I'm upset, because I hurt Andy. He just told me
that it hurts to do it.
"Did I hurt you last night?" I ask. "Why didn't you
say so?"
"Not much," he answers. "And I did prepare myself for
you."
"Why can't you teach me to prepare myself?" I put to
him. "Then you can do it."
Andy sighs. I'm not sure whether he's going to do it,
or not.
"Kurt," he says, rolling on top of me. "I'd love to do
it to you, but I'd hate your first time to be a bad memory because it hurt
you."
I don't know what to say.
He says, "How about we wait until I come back, then
I'll teach you, and we can do it to each other as much as you like?"
"But..." I start to say, then he silences me by covering
my mouth with his.
Then, pulling his mouth back, he says, "I'd be more
than happy if we can just do it tonight with the oil, between each other's
legs. Like before. Is that OK?"
But..." I begin again, only to be silenced again.
"Just happy thoughts tonight to remember each other
by. No pain. Please!" Andy says.
"OK," I say. "But you promise that you'll teach me
next holidays?"
"Absolutely!" Andy says. "It's something that we can
both look forward to."
I give in by rolling him onto his back and begin to
kiss him. His mouth. His Adam's apple. His chest. His stomach. His cock. I take
as much of it in as I can, then start to suck him. I know that he won't last
long.
And he doesn't.
"Here it comes," he groans, and he fills my mouth. I
swallow as much as I can in one gulp.
I move back up his body and kiss him.
"I can taste it," he says, pulling his face away from
mine. "Not as good as honey, but not as bad as castor oil, either."
We both laugh.
"My turn," he tells me, and he rolls me onto my back.
"But, when you get that feeling like something's going to start happening, you
have to tell me to stop. OK?"
"Why?" I ask.
"Because that's when I want you to do it between my
legs," he replies.
He goes slowly, like he's seeing how long I can last.
I feel something stirring. Maybe Andy can sense it
too, even without me saying anything.
He reaches for the oil and gives it to me. "Do it from
the back," he tells me, and rolls onto his stomach.
I squirt oil onto his glutes and thighs, snap the lid
shut, then rub it around and between his legs, under his glutes.
I lay my body on his and rub Junior up and down
between his glutes, then I raise myself up and push Junior down between his
oily legs, then lower myself onto him. I do a few push-ups and then let my hips
do the work. Pulling up, pushing down.
Andy tightens his thigh muscles and grips Junior as he
moves back and forth.
"Ooh," I tell him. That feels terrific!" I keep going
until I feel the excitement start again. "Lie on your side," I tell Andy, and I
roll us both sideways, with one of my arms under his neck and the other one
across his chest.
I hold him tightly and begin to pick up speed with my
hips. I feel for Andy's cock and balls and I can also feel Junior's head
appearing and disappearing.
"I'm gonna cum!" I tell him.
"I wanna feel it," he tells me, and replaces my hand
with his own.
When I am about to spurt, I push hard and leave Junior
sticking out. I can feel Andy's fingers. I explode, and moan.
Andy groans too.
I'm glad that we have the towel under us.
We relax until I feel able to move.
I reach for his cock and it is hard. "You want to do
it to me now?" I ask him.
"From the front," he says, "but still on our sides."
Facing him, I raise one leg, so that he can spread the
oil.
Then he starts pushing. He holds me tightly. I love
the feeling of his cock slipping under my balls and across my hole. He kisses
me and keeps pushing. Then he pulls his head back and says, "This feels so
good!" Then there is a pause; then he speeds up.
He holds his body tightly against mine and I love the
feeling of it shuddering as he spurts, and watching the expression on his face,
as my body makes him happy.
We fall asleep with our arms around each other.
I sense a movement. And I hear a voice. And it's not
Andy's. It's a man's voice. I hear "Do not be afraid. The blood of my blood has
chosen wisely. Have patience. I will always be here when you need me."
The next thing that I remember is waking up. The sun's
up. Junior's up. And I need a shower. And to pee.
I try to get away from Andy without waking him. I turn
and look at the bed, one last time with Andy on it. And his handsome morning
wood.
He stirs, feels for my body next to him, then sits up.
He sees me and smiles.
"Just going for a pee and a shower," I tell him.
"I'll be there in a minute," he grins, then stretches
to awaken the rest of his body.
We dress for school, check that Andy has everything in
his bag, and head downstairs. I can tell instantly what we are having for
breakfast without even seeing it.
"Knowing how you all love pancakes," Mr Grant tells
us, "I thought that I'd do something special this morning."
The three of us don't wait for Karl and William, but
we're not much into our stack, when William's nose precedes his body into the
room.
Karl is not far behind him.
Andy says, "You're both lucky that you came before we
finished ours, or we would have started on yours next."
William begins to answer, "Yeah, well, if that had
happened, I would have..."
That's as far as he gets, when Mr Grant finishes the
sentence for him, "...you would have had to make your own!"
William's serious face turns into a grin. "I still
might, after I finish these," he says.
Great breakfast!
We clean up and Mr Grant reminds Karl and me that we
will be going back to our own place after school today, so we should bring all
of our stuff with us too. We dash back upstairs, fill our backpacks then head
out to the car.
Another normal, end-of-term, day. Tidying up, cleaning
up, party lunch, games, and then the term is over!
Mr Grant gives me a piece of paper with his phone
number and his parents' address, so that we can work out when and where to
meet.
With hugs all round and expressions of "We'll see you
next week', I find it hard to hold back my tears as Karl and I wave William and
Mr Grant goodbye. And Andy.
(to be continued)
The parallel
version to this story, `Schoolie', told through the eyes of Tom Grant, has
concluded.
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