Schoolie

Life in The Village, through the eyes of Tom Grant, the only teacher at the remote school.

This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
(re-written from my 2013 version)

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 8

Will has a shower and climbs into bed, still wearing underwear, following my lead. He says that he has a lot to tell me about his fun with Karl and Kurt, but that it can wait. He really hasn't displayed any obvious emotion about Marty, which concerns me. I thought that he would be the one who would break down and I would be comforting him, instead of the other way `round. We both fall asleep - at least I presume he does, because my `lights go out' rather quickly.

At some time in the middle of the night, or the early hours of the morning I have to get up to pee.

As I finish, I hear the dogs barking. I go to the front door, peer into the moon-softened darkness and discern that it's a police car that is pulling up. My heart begins to pound rapidly and heavily. My eyes fill, then overflow.

 

Chapter 9 - Horses and Riders

The figure getting out of the police car looks like Marty, but I know that it's Chad. I am instantly fearful of why he has driven all this way from Big Town in the middle of the night.

"Hi Tom. May I come in?" he says without much emotion in his voice. He sounds exhausted. We go to the living area; I turn on a light and instinctively put on the electric jug for coffee.

Chad sits in one of the corner chairs and continues, "I know I told you that Sean and I would come out tomorrow, but I couldn't wait. I had a phone call from the hospital about Marty and then I couldn't go back to sleep.

I tried to contact Mum but the phone service is still out, so I thought I'd better come out and tell you. I've been to Mum's already and she knows."

My body is holding back another outpouring of tears, waiting to hear the feared news from Chad's mouth.

The conversation has woken Will and he gingerly edges around the corner into the room. "Hey, Chad," he says, then slips silently onto a dining chair to listen to the news.

Chad acknowledges `Little Willie', then continues, "Guys, the hospital rang to tell me that just before midnight... Marty opened his eyes. He wasn't awake for long. The doctors adjusted his IV drip and he drifted off again. But, they're pretty sure that he is going to make it. They said that they'd continue to monitor all of his vital signs, and re-assess in the morning whether to remove some of the machines. They'll probably keep him in for a week to make sure that he's OK. Hopefully, they won't have to amputate his leg, although that is still a real possibility if necrosis of the tissue develops. I couldn't wait to tell you and Mum. I figured that you'd want to know so that you could at least get a few hours of restful sleep. I'll bunk down in Marty's bed and go back into town after breakfast. The plan is to take Mum and Anna with me, and Sean will drive them back out here later."

This is not the news that I was expecting but, regardless, with my face in my hands, I start with the water works that I've been holding back - more from emotional relief than the anticipated grief.

Chad leverages himself out of the chair, comes to me and wraps me a bear-like hug. "It's OK. He thinks a lot of you too, Tom. He has told me. You've been a great friend to him. And, you probably saved his life with those shirts and belts. I, and the rest of the family, will be forever grateful to you."

Will gets up, finishes making three coffees and hands one each to me and Chad, who looks at him and then at me, and then back to Will. That look! He's finally made the connection.

"Yeah. I know. Uncanny resemblance, eh? And don't ask me," I shrug, "I have no explanation. They reckon that there's a double for everyone in the world, somewhere. And I've even checked with my dad. He was my first thought, but he assures me he's never been anywhere west of the Gold Coast - so we can't give him, via any suspected wild oats, the credit for William's existence!"

We chat for a while longer before Chad announces that he needs to crash out. He hugs Will and me, patting us each consolingly on the back, and heads for Marty's room, closing the door behind him.

I hit the bedroom; Will takes the bathroom.

Leaving my underwear on in case I run into Chad early in the morning, I lie back on my bed, arms behind my head and, with relief, ponder the news that Marty could be back with us next week but I can't help contemplating what his physical condition might be.

Will comes in, closes the door and heads straight for my bed. I make room for him, slipping my arm under his neck as he slides alongside. He lays his head on my chest and snuggles his body as closely as he can.

"Are you OK?" I ask, running the fingers of my free hand through his hair.

For the first time since he heard the news about Marty, Will actually shows some emotion. I feel his warm, silent tears wetting my body.

"I don't know what life would be like without him, Tom," he whispers, without moving his head. "I'm so thankful that I have you here, but Marty has always looked after me for as long as I can remember." He chokes out, "He's been like the dad that I never had."

So, there it is! Will has divulged his true feelings for Marty - as a surrogate father. That explains why he has never mucked around with him, despite being aroused by Marty's naked body.

Being gay doesn't mean you just want to screw every male that you see.

Beyond the satisfaction of animal lust, `magnetism' (to use Will's word) is also required for a lasting relationship. Will and I feel it. He and Marty obviously don't.

Marty and I have enjoyed getting physical relief with each other, and I really enjoy the fun with him, but I confess that the same magnetism that I have for Will, isn't there with Marty.

Will snuggles for a while, comments on how being in this position feels like it would be for two brothers to comfort one another, then he gives me a quick, innocent kiss and returns to his own bed. Nothing sexual. Just sincere emotional attachment!

I feel it too!

 

It's unusual to not be woken by the smell of breakfast cooking, so I guess it's up to me.

I relieve my bladder then pull on a pair of jeans and head for the kitchen. I'm no slouch when it comes to scrambled eggs and bacon, so I'm sure that nobody will complain.

I hear the toilet flush again and Will emerges, in only his underwear. He looks at me then disappears, re-appearing a minute later wearing shorts. "I'll do the toast and coffee," he says jovially, obviously keen to help, and buoyed by Chad's news.

"And I'll make the pancakes," we hear drowsily from Chad as he walks, naked, through the living area to the bathroom.

Will and I look at each other and smirk. Will laughs, "Yup, he's Marty's brother, all right!"

After a meal that would have done Marty proud and which, additionally, has satisfied somebody's love of pancakes, Will offers to clean up.

Chad says, "I'd best be off. I'll go and get Mum and Anna. Bye Little Willie!"

Will turns his head and acknowledges Chad with a nod but says nothing.

I walk with Chad to the police car.

"Chad, we've all taken to calling him `William'. `Little Willie' no longer seems appropriate."

"Yeah, I saw what you mean. That's no little willie he's packing, to be sure." We both laugh. "And, he'll be old enough to drive soon! Come to think of it, he turns seventeen on Friday, doesn't he?"

"What?" I ask, stunned. I knew he was sixteen, but I never actually checked his birthdate on his record card. I feel stupid for not doing that!

"Yeah," Chad says, checking his memory bank, "his birthday's the day after mine. I'm twenty-seven on Thursday, so he'll turn seventeen on Friday. Ten years between us, to the day, almost."

My brain goes into overdrive. "Chad, if Will turns seventeen on Friday, he'll be old enough to get a driver's licence. Is that right?"

He hums a positive response, nodding.

I ask, "Where can he get a licence, and what does he have to do?"

In reply, Chad asks, "Does he know all the rules? Can he answer the questions in the Traffic Handbook? And, more importantly, can he actually drive? Has he had sufficient practice? Normally, he'd have a Learner's Licence for up to twelve months until after he turns seventeen then sit a driving test at the Motor Registry Office for his licence, as you would know. But, way out here the testing and issue of licences is done by the police."

He smiles and fixes a silent stare on me, waiting for the penny to drop.

Then, what he has said suddenly hits me. Chad is the one who does the tests and issues the licences!

I reply, grinning and contemplating the latent value of all of Will's reading lessons, "He knows the rules like the back of his hand. And he's been driving with Marty for quite a while. In fact, I think he negotiates the bumps around here even better than Marty does."

I don't elaborate, but ponder that trip back from Mum's in Marty's truck, on the weekend when I first arrived.

"Tom, I tell you what we can do," Chad continues. "Think of a good excuse to have him in town at eight o'clock on Saturday morning. I'll give him both the knowledge and practical tests. Let's see if he's good enough. But don't tell him, or anyone else what's going on, in case he doesn't pass - I would hate to raise his expectations and then disappoint him. Let's consider it a birthday surprise. I'll show him all around the police station and ask him if he'd like to drive the police car around town with me while there's not much traffic on the road, and I'll surreptitiously ask him what he knows of the rules while we're about it."

I look at him and say, "Thanks, Chad. You're the greatest! This would mean so much to him. OK. Eight o'clock it is. See you then!"

He drives off, turns the siren on for a few seconds instead of tooting the horn, and waves.

 

By the time I think about feeding the dogs, Will has already done it.

Being Sunday morning, I remind Will that I have some preparation to do at the school and ask him what he would like to do.

I feed him some options. Stay here alone and visit the men's room? He smirks. Visit Anna? He grimaces and takes a half-hearted swipe at me, which I duck, laughing. Come with me and perhaps visit Karl and Kurt? He beams and gives me the `thumbs up'.

I drop Will at the pub so that he can continue walking to the Andersen's house, then I proceed to the school. I push the gate open. I've secured the padlock to the gate itself. I no longer see the need to lock the gate to the post and unlock it each time that I come and go.

I'm only a half hour into my preparation when I hear them. They come to the door and, still exercising their familiar good manners, knock and wait to be invited in. The twins say, almost in unison, "Good morning, Mr Grant."

All three sit on the desk directly in front of me - two pairs of white underpants and one pair of flesh-coloured shorts. They're going swimming.

Karl starts to tell me about their Scrabble game with their dad last night and the fact that he beat both his dad and Kurt for the first time. He recounts some of his high-scoring words, and his final `match winner'.

Kurt, however, has a far-away look on his face. Something else is on his mind.

I become aware of the swelling taking place in his underpants. He catches my glance but instead of covering up like he did last time, he puts both hands behind him a little and leans back on them, making his boyhood even more prominent.

He looks directly at me and winks. I wink back but say nothing. Then he suggests that I join them all `for a swim'.

I reply, "Yes, Kurt, I'd like that..." I notice the immediate lengthening and swelling in his underpants. I'm uncertain whether his overt flirtation with me is noticed by Will or Karl. I continue, "...but I have a lot that I need to finish here first."

Will saves me. "OK guys. Let's go, and leave Mr Grant to get on with his work."

He turns to me. "Maybe later?"

I reply that I definitely might like to cool off when I've finished.

All three smile and then they are gone.

 

Alone, I say aloud, to nobody in particular, `I have no intention of allowing myself to be seduced by a horny, handsome, well-endowed, blue-eyed, blond 13-year old boy.'

I repeat it multiple times in my head as I try to concentrate on my work.

It has taken a longer-than-expected while to prepare the week's lessons, but I've finished. It's late afternoon.

Just as I am contemplating stripping down to the respectable essentials and joining the boys at the weir, a small ambulance vehicle pulls up behind my car. It's more of a patient-transport and home-visitation wagon rather than the large, emergency type that whisked Marty off to hospital.

I recognise Sean straight away in the driver's seat, and go out to greet him.

Having seen the ambulance go past, some of the pub's regulars are curious and form a line on its verandah, still clutching their drinks and staring across at what will surely be the new topic for discussion around the bar.

Sean gives the siren a five-second blast; the bunch of patrons swells.

It also has the effect of stirring the interest of three particular boys who subsequently emerge from the river gums, now reacquainted, thankfully, with their dry clothing.

Sean clambers out and walks towards me. We shake hands and he says, "Hi Tom. Good news about Marty, eh? Mum wanted me to let you know that she'll have food on the table in...," looking at his watch, "...forty-five minutes. You and Little Willie are invited. I'll tell you all the latest news about Marty over dinner."

"William," I correct Sean quietly.

"Sorry? William? What? Who?" Sean asks with the same confusion as everyone else that I've prompted regarding Will's new persona.

I say, "Look at the tall guy coming towards us from the weir. Do you see a little willie?"

I wait for a second or two until the smile on Sean's face tells me that, having seen Will's plumped-up cock snaking towards the leg of his shorts, he has made the connection.

"No, I guess not," he says. "The kid's grown up all right." As the boys draw closer, he calls, "Hi William!"

Will acknowledges Sean and then looks at me and smiles gratefully.

"G'day Karl and Kurt," Sean continues, "I still can't tell you two guys apart." The secret eyebrow identifier is safe with Will and me.

"Hello, Sean," both boys chorus. Karl says smiling, "I'm Kurt." Kurt takes his cue from his brother and says triumphantly, "And I'm Karl." Will and I know otherwise, and I smile, appreciating their mischievous humour.

I have some explaining to do. "Sorry guys. I was just about to come for a swim when Sean arrived and told me that his Mum will have dinner ready for William and me shortly. And, when Mrs O'Brien says, `Dinner', it's time to get moving."

I don't miss the air of disappointment, especially from Kurt. I add, "But, I promise that I'll come swimming with you soon."

"I'll see you at Mum's then," Sean says to Will and me. He turns to Karl and Kurt. "Bye guys!"

He hops into the ambulance, executes a three-point turn and drives off.

As he passes the pub, he activates the siren once more which startles the now-mob of drinkers, visibly shocking some. One drops his drink. Will and the twins burst out laughing. I can't help joining in.

Yep, Mum O'Brien's three boys all have a great sense of humour. I love it!

Kurt turns and looks at me. He doesn't have to say anything. The displeasure on his face is obvious. "Guys, I always keep my promises," I say to them all, but specifically looking at him. "And I will come swimming with you."

"When?" Kurt asks through a semi-pout.

"First chance that I get Kurt. You can depend on it. Maybe tomorrow after school."

He pumps the air and lets out an excited but stifled "Yeah!" then he and Karl both run off.

I turn to Will and ask, "Do you need to collect anything from home while I lock up?"

"No," he says, then adds with a touch of sarcasm, "I'll just walk around like this, near-naked, with Anna wanting to rub her hands all over me." Another smirk, and then he takes off after the twins. "Give me five minutes," he calls back over his shoulder.

It takes me about five to tidy up and lock the door.

I drive towards Will's place and arrive just as he is emerging, dressed respectably for dinner in jeans and a polo shirt. I let him jump in, do a U-turn, turn right at the pub and accelerate.

"I think Kurt likes you," Will says, opening the conversation and stunning me. "And before you get mad, or ask me, no I haven't said anything to him about you, or about me and you; I've been really careful!"

"So, you've noticed it too," I say quietly. It's more of a question than a statement.

"Tom, do you think that I'm totally blind?" he seemingly scolds me. "I told you that I see things that most people miss. I'm pretty sure that Kurt has the hots for you just like Anna did for me - before you came along. Oh, thanks again, by the way!"

Then he adds, "The fact that you went so easy on Kurt after he grabbed you, seems to have given him a green light to see how far he can go. I saw him showing off his stiffy to you earlier, especially after you accepted his offer of coming swimming. What are you gonna do? Do you like him?"

Now Will's forthright questioning has really thrown me! I lay my hand on his thigh and he reciprocates. We are both comfortable enough now to do this with each other, privately. I slide my hand up to his crotch and say, with intentional innuendo, "Will, you are enough of a handful for me."

He giggles.

However, I know that this Kurt-centred conversation is far from over: if not with Will, then certainly within my own mind.

Will seizes the opportunity to take hold of me also, as he is always ready to do. "You're a handful, yourself." He giggles again, then adds, "And Kurt is becoming a handful too." I look at him. His smiling expression turns into a full-on laugh. I join him.

I shower while Will watches on, with the water as cold as I can stand to help prevent an untimely erection. Will's watching is not a problem for me, considering that there is only the pair of us here. And yes, his jeans are tenting.

I dry off and dress for dinner.

I am not looking forward to sitting next to Anna, but receive a pleasant surprise when I discover that the seating arrangement is to be me at the opposite end to Mum in her usual place at the head of the table, Will to my left with Sean to my right, next to Anna. I wonder why Anna is separated from both me and Will. The only thing that is different is Sean's presence. Maybe the ladies are being a little circumspect and are not willing to have Sean see the little game that they have been playing with me.

I can tell from the aromas that we are in for a feast!

Dinner is delicious. Spinach-filled pastries with a cheese sauce as an entrée. Roast lamb and vegetables as a main with pumpkin pie and fresh cream for dessert. Freshly-brewed coffee is complemented afterwards by a large plate of freshly-baked peanut cookies.

Will's appetite is as healthy as ever.

Sean tells us the miracle that saved Marty's life.

When the snake struck, its fangs hit his shin bone first and did not penetrate deeply into the tissue. The small amount of highly toxic venom was enough to render Marty unconscious, but there was insufficient to cause his vital organs to shut down. There was some tissue damage around the site but, again, insufficient to warrant a potential amputation because the harm was not widespread. He may be left with ulceration, which should heal with the right treatment.

Everyone is relieved.

I also take the opportunity of introducing into the conversation that fact that my `girlfriend', Karen, is training as a nurse in Brisbane, and is in her final year of study.

Sean shows professional interest.

Anna looks instantly annoyed.

Mum looks thwarted.

Will looks devastated, until I give him a quick sideways glance and a left-eyed wink so that nobody else can see it, then he brightens. I'll tell him later that Karen is actually my cousin.

I'm hoping that my lie throws everyone off the scent of my true feelings for Will.

I wonder whether Anna will resume chasing Will. Maybe that possibility hasn't hit him yet. Maybe my supposedly having a girlfriend won't put Anna off me either. Ugh!

I thank Mum and Anna for the wonderful dinner. Their attitudes are a little cooler towards me than in recent days, but still very polite.

I ask Sean to pass on our best wishes to Marty if he sees him awake and that, all being well, I'll pick him up next Saturday.

I comment that we have to go home because Will needs his beauty sleep before school tomorrow.

Everybody, but one, in the room chuckles, but I let him drive my car back to Marty's and all appears forgiven.

Will asks if we can both wear underwear to bed. I know what that means - he wants to play, without violating the `material rule'. He asks if he can wear one of my sexy thin microfiber pair of boxer briefs, like the ones I have on at the moment. I know what that means too - the material rule at its thinnest, and that one of us will probably lose his during the night!

It is a long, hot, wet and sticky night!

 

One of the first things that I do at school on Monday is to check with Jane if she is aware of Will's birthday on Friday.

"All under control," she says. "I've been working on William's card for a week. It will be ready long before Friday. Karl and Kurt lent me their cards so that I can make copies of everyone's pictures from them."

During lunch, Will asks whether Jake can come and stay for a few days before we pick up Marty. He's got it all worked out: if Jake's parents agree to him staying, Will suggests that I have Marty's bed, and Jake can have mine. Otherwise, he and Jake can share Marty's bed.

Ha! Fat chance kiddo! I don't want to deal with any consequences arising from Di and Reg quizzing Jake about where he slept, so I suggest to Will that I'm willing to give up my bed if he and Jake promise to keep their noises down.

Will laughs.

He suggests Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. I explain that Jake will have to ask his parents first, and we'll abide by their decision.

Will immediately does our secret handshake, signs the letter `H', then dashes off; presumably to tell Jake how cool I am with their little scheme to be alone together away from Di, Reg and Jane, and even Marty for that matter.

I'm sitting on one of the benches in the shade and watching the children play when Kurt sidles up to me and sits down.

"It sure is hot today, isn't it, Mr Grant?" he says in true ice-breaker fashion.

I know where this conversation is going, so I make it easy for him, replying that it is even hot enough for a swim after school.

"Did you bring your swimming togs?" he asks.

When I reply that I didn't bring anything special, but figured that what I was wearing the last time would be OK, he breaks into a huge grin. I can only guess what he's thinking, or remembering, as he jumps up, adjusts some apparent discomfort in the front of his pants and then goes off to play with the others.

A few minutes after school is dismissed, I'm sitting alone in the classroom. The boys have gone back to the twins' place to `change' and the other students have dispersed.

I hear some heavy footsteps on the wooden verandah and look up to see Reg striding towards the door. He knocks and I call to him to come in as I get up to greet him.

"Hello Tom," he begins. "Young Jake tells me that you've invited him to spend a few nights with Will, while Marty is recovering. Is that right?"

I assure him that the invitation is there, if he and Di agree to it. And that Jake will probably keep Will occupied so I can get on with some long-overdue reading.

"Are you sure you can handle those two rascals together?" he asks with an air of concern. "They're pretty lively, you know!" He gives me half an O'Brien smirk.

I have to laugh, "Reg, I don't think that those two together will be any trouble, considering that I have a dozen children every day of the week."

He smiles and nods, as though that realisation had escaped him.

"Besides," I add, "I will give William plenty to do around the house before Marty comes home, and I'm sure he'll get Jake to help him. They can set and clean up after meals. I'll cook dinner, but I'll let them prepare breakfast. Then there are Marty's dogs to look after. And the house could probably do with a bit of a spring clean, even though it's nearly the end of summer."

Reg looks satisfied and says that he will check with Di.

We exchange pleasantries, and he leaves. I wave to Jake and Jane, waiting in the Land Rover. They wave back as Reg crunches the old girl into gear and chugs off.

Within minutes of Reg and the kids leaving, Will and the twins arrive, `dressed' ready for swimming.

This time it's Kurt who takes the conversational lead. "You coming now, Mr Grant?" I tell them that I just have to get out of my gear and that they can go on ahead if they like.

Will and Karl head for the river together, but Kurt stays.

"It's OK, Mr Grant," he chirps. "I'll walk over with you."

I start to peel my clothes off, in which Kurt takes more than a cursory interest. When I get down to my black boxer briefs, I look up at Kurt, who is sporting an obvious fat young boner in his now-even-tighter white briefs.

It takes all of my self-control, with a visualisation of Anna's sour face at dinner last night at the mention of my `girlfriend', for me to remain soft. Well, almost.

When he is Will's age, Kurt is going to make someone a stunning boyfriend! He's already well on the way.

Kurt walks beside me, depriving me of an enjoyable rear-end view. Maybe it's just as well! I am beginning to feel a stirring in my loins as thoughts of the weir and our potential `mucking around' start to invade my mind.

As we reach the river, I see Will's shorts and Karl's undies on the log.

Kurt whips off his underpants and tosses them with the others. He turns to see what I will do, intentionally giving me a full-frontal view of his body in its erect state. He even thrusts his pelvis forward, smiles at me then turns and runs, diving into the water, just upstream of the weir. All three boys, neck deep, turn together to watch me.

If they were expecting a strip show, I disappoint them by simply wading in, still fully covered, but starting to chunk up.

How could I possibly explain being found naked with three of my young male students if somebody should happen by? Too great a risk!

There is an instant melee of three-on-one splashing, ducking, pushing and grabbing.

I feel two different people grasp my package. I can tell that one is Will from the size of his hand. He grabs quickly and then swims away under water.

The other slides his hands up my thighs and stops only when he has a handful of me. This one is not so quick to release me. I recognise his modus operandi.

Kurt has now had a hold of me for the second time. Without grabbing him back, although I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I did, I take a deep breath, submerge, and head away upstream under water.

I surface about 25m away, alligator style, and look back at the boys. They are swivelling left and right, probably trying to predict where I will surface and which one of them will be my target.

Will spots me first. "Hey, Mr Grant, come back and wrestle. Two-on-two will be great fun." He says something to Karl, then submerges, rising with Karl on his shoulders.

Kurt motions me towards him. I oblige and swim up to him, then ducking behind him and putting my head between his legs, I come up with him riding my shoulders. While I hold him by his thighs, he tucks his feet into the small of my back and I can feel his erection pressing against the back of my neck.

Will wades closer and then gives me the rules. "Only the riders can wrestle. The horses just have to balance and not fall over. The horse and rider that fall over, lose. Losers have to let the winners grab them. Horse grabs the horse and rider grabs the rider. OK?"

I ponder that Will's games with the twins seem to be all about grabbing and holding; maybe not much more. For the moment!

As Karl and Kurt wrestle, I hook one leg behind Will's knee and lean into him. He tumbles backwards towards the deeper centre of the weir and Karl makes a huge splash as he hits the water. Kurt and I win.

I head for Will, and Kurt pounces on his brother. The vanquished pair remain almost motionless while they pay their penalty.

I whisper into Will's ear, `You're a real handful, bro.'

Then I realise that I have just been the first one to break the `material rule' and I fully bone up. I make an `H' sign, and he gives me one back.

"Swap horses!" Kurt calls out. "And the two winners this time will get to grab both of the losers!"

I fear that I am quickly getting involved deeper and faster than I had ever anticipated.

Quickly processing the consequences, I see two scenarios: if I lose then both Will and Kurt get to grab me, and I have to let them indulge themselves. If I win, then Kurt will finally feel me grabbing him - which, I think, is partly what he wanted all along.

I have to say something. "Boys, as your teacher, I'm not really comfortable with where this seems to be going, but I did promise to muck around with you. I'll go through with this only if you swear to me that nobody will ever hear about it. Otherwise, I'd better get out and get dressed now."

All three smile at each other, then agree, crossing their hearts and hoping to die!

I now have a decision to make. Am I going to `throw' the match and let both Will and Kurt fondle me, or will I fight to win, and get to take hold of Kurt for the first time?

"Game on!" I shout, and Will charges at me, spurred on by Kurt, hooting and hollering as though he was riding a real bronco.

I lean to the side and, as Will charges, Karl pushes Kurt. Will nearly loses his balance but recovers sufficiently to keep the game alive.

A real contest rages of pushing, pulling, wrestling and struggling. `Win or lose?' I keep thinking, assuming that it will be I who have control over the ending.

In the end, I decide that I should strive to win, as much for Karl's enjoyment as for my own.

As Will comes towards me again, I crouch a little, lowering my centre of gravity, then spring upwards pushing my shoulder into Will's chest just as he and Kurt come within range. I then continue walking directly towards them so that there is no chance of Will recovering his faltering balance.

My rider, Karl, lets out a loud "Yee-haa!" than pats me on the head and says, "Good boy, horsie!" He releases his legs and slides down my back.

I am tempted to put my hands behind me and catch his package on his way down, but I resist.

What I wasn't expecting was for him to grab my cock as his hands slide below the water level.

And it isn't just a quick snatch! It's more like an extended fondle while he remains under the water, hopefully so that the others cannot see what he is doing. Then he surfaces, mischievously grinning directly into my eyes. It's obvious that he thinks his brother might be going to get an unfair share of excitement.

"Hey, cowboy! That wasn't in the rules!" I remonstrate playfully with him.

He shrugs sheepishly and gives me a cheeky smile.

Then I continue, "C'mon, Karl. Let's get `em."

He heads for his brother and I take Will, who turns to face me, smiling. I give his firmness a few quick pulls and I envelop his balls gently with my other hand. Then I call, "Swap!"

In contrast to Will's front-on approach, Kurt backs up to me, nestling and rubbing his cute, firm butt cheeks hard against my erection which is only restrained by my boxer briefs. He's getting another good feel of me, this time without using his hands!

I reach around him and take my time in sliding down his chest and abdomen before finally encountering and enfolding his cock, which is rock hard and it starts to jerk at my touch. Mine does too, and he can tell.

"Nice game, Kurt. Well played." is all I say, indulging in some unrestrained caressing of his thick boyhood and large, round, balls, then I release him. Will is right, he is becoming a handful.

I need to get home and jack off. I can tell from his eyes that Will is as horny as I am. He may even want to join me again at the bath. Yet again, we could use the men's room together, side by side, while we abuse adjoining holes. Both naked.

Yep, the men's room gets my vote, and, I would love to watch the muscles of Will's powerful young backside in action.

 

I am not disappointed by my choice! Neither is Will.

 

(to be continued)

 

There is a parallel version to this story, told through the eyes of Kurt.
Find it at https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kurt-series/

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