Kurt

 

 

 

Life in The Village, through the eyes of a student at the remote school.
(This is a parallel story to "Schoolie", but through different eyes.)
This chapter aligns, partially, with Chapter 15 of "Schoolie".

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 9:

"Yeah. Sorry about that," I tell him apologetically. "I didn't mean anything by saying that William could kiss you."

"It's OK," Karl replies. "Just be careful what you say. All right?"

"Yeah. Got it." I tell him.

I relax and stretch my hand down to do a gentle handshake with `Junior' who rises to the occasion. Not uncontrolled, this time. Growing! I think that I fall asleep before he does.

Chapter 10 – William teaches the twins

Friday morning. Karl and I can't wait to tell William the good news at school.

We ambush him as soon he and Mr Grant arrive.

Karl tells him of Dad's offer for him to spend the night. "You can sleep with us instead of sleeping with Mr Grant," he jokes.

"Really?" he asks, seemingly as excited as we are. "Is there an extra bed for me?"

"Dad said that you can have his double bed," Karl tells him.

"Do you think that it could be a triple?" William asks, raising and lowering his eyebrows. Karl and I catch on immediately.

"We might have to snuggle up close though," I add.

"Especially if we forget to put our pyjamas on!" William says, looking at both of our faces for a response. "At least we would keep warm."

The thought of us all pressing our naked bodies against each other triggers yet another, common-now, uncontrollable occurrence! I have a quick feel of myself. Growing!

When Mr Grant comes out to check on everyone, and sits on one of the seats, he is surrounded by three bodies. Karl sits on one side of him, with me on the other side and William standing front of him.

"Mr Grant," William says, "Karl and Kurt have told me that their dad, who normally comes home from his work every night, will need to stay out at the farm tonight. He said that there is a vet travelling up to help a mare whose foal is overdue. Mr Andersen wants to stay the night in case they have to work until very late. And it would mean that he wouldn't have to drive home tired."

William starts to move his weight from one foot to the other. I'm sure that Mr Grant can tell that he's excited.

William continues, "Mr Andersen told Karl and Kurt that I could spend the night with them if I wanted to, and that it would be good for them to have a more mature person around, just to make sure that they don't get into any mischief." William looks from Karl to me with a nervous smirk.

Mr Grant asks a stupid question, as if there is more than one possible answer, "And do you want to sleep over with Karl and Kurt?"

William doesn't reply, but puts one hand on his hip and pulls a funny face, as if to say, `What do you reckon?'

Mr Grant tells him, "Well, you don't need my permission, William, but thank you for letting me know. Do you need to collect anything from Marty's? And will you guys be OK for dinner?"

"It's all good, Mr Grant," William replies. "But, I still have a few things left at Mum's in case I need anything."

Karl says, "We have plenty of food Mr Grant. And Kurt and I are really good cooks. Our Mum taught us. We usually get dinner started for Dad before he gets home."

"Then I hope you three have a lot of fun. Just play safely, OK?"

At the end of the day, we do our `Friday jobs', thank Mr Grant for a good week, and then, after I hang back for him to help my butt out of the door, I dash off after Karl and William. No sense in wasting good fun time!

The moment we get inside the house, I see Karl grab William between the legs from behind then he runs to our room to hide. William chases him while I stand at the doorway and watch. William kneels down, reaches under the bed and I can tell from Karl's yelp where William has caught him.

I laugh and reach between William's legs while he's still on the ground holding Karl. Bit of a handful! Then I run to the bathroom before William can get up. There's really nowhere to hide in here, so I close the door and just lean on it. William is stronger than I am and I soon feel my feet sliding on the floor as he pushes the door open.

I yelp.

William runs.

We're back to our old grabbing/running game.

It's a small house and soon we get tired of dodging around a lounge chair, scrambling under the dining table or leaning against the inside of the bedroom door.

Karl has a suggestion to improve the game. "Each time somebody gets tagged, they have to take something off. That will also give the other two a bit of time to get away."

William and I agree and the new rule kicks in straight away. Between Karl and me, it's an unspoken plan to keep getting William, and he's soon naked while Karl and I have only lost our shoes, socks and his shirt. William doesn't care but warns us to go easier tagging him in the `balls department' because his grip can be much stronger than ours.

Good point!

And then it becomes him and Karl against me. What a surprise!

With two naked guys after Karl, it doesn't take long before there are three bare backsides dashing around. Not to mention the floppy, semi-hard cocks.

We call time on our fun, put our underpants on and cook dinner. I do the chops while Karl and William do the vegetables. Karl makes William peel the onions. It's very funny watching him trying not to cry. Of course, Karl and I don't tell him about doing them under water! That would spoil our fun. Another family secret!

Over dinner William wants to talk about the horses out at `Whispering Gums'. Once I tell him about all the sore parts of my anatomy that they caused, he wants to hear it multiple times, laughing over and over, and telling me what I was doing wrong. "Serves you right!" he says, "for giving my balls such a pounding this afternoon! Can we make an agreement to be more gentle for the rest of the night?"

"Suits me!" Karl says, placing his hand in William's lap then taking it away again.

After eating, we wash and put everything away.

"OK. Come on. Gentle time," William say, grasping the front of his underpants. We follow him to our bedroom. He takes off his undies and sits in the middle of Karl's bed, patting the space on either side of him.

I sit on his left, with Karl on his right. William immediately reaches for our `gear', mine in his left hand and Karl's in his right. He tucks his fingers under my balls and just holds them, then jiggles them a bit. It's no surprise when Junior responds and I watch him swell up rapidly. William moves his hand from my balls to my cock and begins to play with it. I reach for his now-hard `Big'. So does Karl, as William has hold of my brother with his other hand.

Karl and I can both fit our hands around William's Big at the same time. Mine is at the bottom. Karl's is at the top. I move my hands to William's balls and let Karl have all of his erection.

After a minute or so, I nudge Karl's hand, and we swap body parts.

What William is doing to me, I copy on him. Up and down. Firm grip. Soft grip. Twisting grip.

Karl and I swap again, and I play with William's curly hair, running my fingers through it and pretending to use my fingers as a comb. I go back to his balls. He puts his fingers under mine, and jiggles. I jiggle.

My cock is now rock hard. So is William's. Really hard. I look at Karl's. His is too.

I feel a tingle, then William's hand becomes slippery. He spreads it down my cock and keeps rubbing. It feels so good!

I nudge Karl's hand away and take over on William again. My hand gets wet and slippery too. I do to him whatever he does to me. He moans and groans and says, "Ooh. That's so good. Keep going."

We do. Suddenly William says, "Look out. I'm going to spurt!" He takes his hand away from Karl's erection and grips my hand with his. He helps me do a couple of quick up-and-downs, then he points his cock at his chest, lifts his hips a bit and freezes.

I feel it! His cock does push-ups in my hand as white stuff spurts out of him and up onto his chest. Five times.

"Aargh! Yes! Ooh!" he says with each spurt. "That feels so good!"

"What's that stuff?" Karl asks.

I think I know, but don't say anything.

William asks, "It's called spunk. Haven't you guys ever done this before? It's called wanking or jacking off. Hey, can one of you get me a towel?"

William lets go of me. I run to the bathroom, immediately recalling Ron's similar question to me in the swimming hole. Now everything makes sense! What he was talking about. What he did with his cock between my legs. What nearly happened a couple of times when I was playing with myself in bed but stopped. And the cause of my really wet pyjamas last week after dreaming about Mr Grant!

I give William the towel and answering his question I tell him, "I woke up with really wet pyjamas, one morning."

"Me too," Karl says. "A couple of times now."

"What were you dreaming about? Do you remember?" William asks, as he cleans himself up.

"Playing with you and Mr Grant in the weir." I reply.

"Me too," Karl adds.

I'm a bit surprised at what Karl has told us. Then, without actually saying anything, I think, `But, I'll bet that you weren't dreaming the same dream that I was having!'

"Would you like me to do this for you too?" William asks, but to neither of us in particular.

"Yeah! Me first!" Karl tells him. Of course, it's gotta be him first!

I was going to offer for William to do Karl, but I suppose the result is the same.

He jiggles Karl's balls with his left hand and rubs his cock up and down with his right hand. After a while Karl starts to groan and tilts his head back. William then spits into his right hand and returns it to Karl's cock. Very soon Karl tells him, "That feels terrific. Wait! Something's gonna happen. I can feel it. I dunno what. Maybe just like..."

And he spurts. Once onto his stomach. Then, again. Up on his chest. And a third time, onto his stomach again. There is a long pause. "Shit, that felt good!" he says. He asks William, "How long have you known how to do that?"

"A few years," he replies. "Maybe more."

"How come you didn't show us how to do it before now?" Karl asks seriously.

"I didn't think that your bodies were ready, but when you told me that you sometimes wake up wet, I reckoned that it was time!"

It almost sounds as though he has been watching the clock, or waiting for a rooster to crow, or an alarm to go off, or something.

"So, what about me, then? Or are you just gonna leave me wondering about it?" I ask. "Karl isn't the only one who wants to feel what it's like!"

"Oops. Sorry!" William tells me, giving the towel to Karl.

The moment that he wraps his fingers around my cock, I know what's gonna happen! I can tell that my body is ready after feeling William's cock throbbing and shooting and watching the two of them spurt.

William doesn't need spittle on his hand for me. I already have lots of the slippery stuff coming out.

"Relax!" he tells me.

I exhale deeply and try to relax, but it's difficult. I want to feel mine spurt too. I think of William spurting and Karl, and I picture Ron doing it, and Mr Grant's hand on me instead of William's.

That did it! William tickles my balls and I feel it starting to happen. At this point, in bed, I've always stopped because I didn't know what to expect. I just thought that I was going to pee myself.

It hasn't been as long as what Karl took. "It's happening!" I tell them. "It's happening! I can feel it coming." I feel the need to push my cock into William's slippery hand. Lots of times. And all of a sudden, I feel this huge surge from deep inside me. And it happens! The first one hits me on the chin. Two. Three. Four.

"Wow!" William says, "That was pretty powerful. Nice one!"

Karl throws the towel onto my chest.

I just lean back against the wall and replay the moment in my head. I shudder. And I feel one more, smaller spurt sneak out.

"I'm suddenly feeling really tired," I say.

"That's the only bad part," William comments. "Sometimes, but not always, you get really exhausted. I suppose it depends on how long you can last for and how much you spurt."

I actually feel like just putting on my pyjamas and going to bed. I get off Karl's bed to retrieve my pj's.

"Give me a while, and I can probably shoot another load," William tells us.

"Let me do it this time for you," Karl tells him.

"Why don't you guys do it out in the living area or in Dad's room?" I suggest. "I'm really tired, and just want to go to sleep."

Karl asks, "And would you like me to tuck you in, and kiss you goodnight, brother dear?"

I flick him with a loud crack of the towel. "Piss off!" I tell him.

Karl says, "Come on, William. We can grab a glass of milk or something. We'll let Sleeping Beauty go to sleep. Pity about the beauty bit, though!"

For that, I bunch up the now-wet towel and throw it at his head. "Ewww!" he calls out as it hits him right in the face. "We'll need to wash this before Dad picks it up and smells it."

I pull on my pyjama pants as William and Karl go out. "Hey, William!" I call after him. He turns and looks at me. "Thanks. That was awesome! That's a new game we can play, eh?"

He gives me two thumbs-up and closes the door for me.

I sleep well, but I think I hear somebody squealing, sometime. Somebody spurted again. Maybe both. I don't know.

A little bit later, I wake up to take a pee. There are no lights on, but I can tell that Karl's bed is empty. Oh well, whatever he's doing, like sleeping with William, I want to do with Mr Grant and Ron.

I turn on the shower briefly. Almost immediately Karl appears. He comes in and pees as well.

"What were you doing in bed with William?" I ask.

"Nothing. Just sleeping. We made each other spurt again and then I felt tired too. Now I know how you felt. I didn't want to come in and wake you so I just went to sleep in there.

We go back to our own room. Karl pulls his pyjama pants on and climbs into bed. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did?" I ask him.

"Hell, Yeah!" Karl replies. "William says that he does it nearly every night, because he likes it so much."

"And, sometimes twice, by the sound of it!" I say, with a bit of a giggle.

"Me too, I reckon!" Karl replies.

Sleep is good.

 

I wake first. I look over at Karl. No morning erection. I get up quietly, although it probably doesn't matter. He's really out to it. I look in on William in Dad's room. Same scenario.

I guess that's what doing it twice does to you!

I decide to put my cooking skills into practice. I'm sure they won't complain about sausages and eggs. We normally have the eggs fried, but Mum showed us how to do them scrambled. This is a perfect time to try that out.

William is the first to appear. Naked. He scratches himself and says, "Smells good, buddy! What can I do to help?"

"Toast?" I ask him.

"Can do," he replies, then adds, "Coffee for me and tea for you two. OK?" He knows where everything is. He puts the jug on, pops some bread into the toaster and begins to set the table for three.

By the time that Karl emerges, William is really hyped up, recalling what we did last night. "OMG. You two were great! Now that I know you can do it, we can have a lot more fun."

"Not now!" Karl says. "I'm exhausted."

"You'll get used to it," William laughs. "Twice was really good for your first time."

"Once was good enough for me," I tell them. "Twice would have knocked me out on the spot!"

"I'll remember that," William tells me. "Once only... per day." We all laugh.

Then he asks me, "You looked like you really enjoyed it, pumping your cock into my hand, with your eyes shut. What were you thinking about?"

"Don't laugh at me, but I was thinking about Mr Grant feeling my cock under the water, after you and I lost the horse and rider wrestling match."

William adds, "Yeah, I liked it when he grabbed me too."

I think that he looked way too comfortable letting Mr Grant play with his dick! Like, not at all nervous or surprised by his teacher playing with him.

"Wouldn't it have been fun if Mr Grant was here with us last night?" I ask William. "While I was asleep, I even thought of a game. Mr Grant looks just like you and Karl and I look the same. If we sat opposite each other, we could all pretend that we were looking in a mirror. So, whatever you and Karl did to each other, Mr Grant and I would copy you. If Karl grabs you, I would grab Mr Grant. And if you do that spunking thing to Karl, Mr Grant would do it to me."

"Yeah. Well, I wouldn't get your hopes up," William tells me. "Mr Grant has a girlfriend you know. I heard him talking about her one day. I even know her name... Karen."

My heart sinks and I feel my face drop its happy expression.

"But..." I begin.

I'm sure that William can tell what I'm thinking. He says, "I reckon that what we did in the weir was a once-only thing. He was just keeping his promise that he would come and muck around with us. That's all."

William can tell that this new information has stunned me.

Yet, why would Mr Grant do all of that other stuff with me? Pointing at me and mouthing my name? Patting my backside? Checking out my erections all the time? I've heard that some guys like both men and women. Maybe he's one of those. He IS the answer to my Birthday Wish. He IS #2! He's mine. I know it! I'm not giving up on him. I'll prove that William is wrong. I know that Mr Grant wants me. And I want him.

There's a question that I have to ask William. "Have you ever seen Mr Grant... naked?"

There is a pause while William appears to consider what to say. "Sure," he replies.

I wait for more, but he doesn't say anything else. "So, what does he look like?" I have to ask.

"What do you mean? You've seen him in the weir," William tells me, looking at me strangely.

"Yes, but I haven't seen ALL of him," I say.

"What do you want me to say? You mean his dick and his balls?"

"Yes, what do they look like? I want to know,"

"Like mine," William tells me. "We're almost twins, you know."

I'm not satisfied. "Is his bigger that yours?"

"If you really have to know," William begins, "mine's bigger than his. And Marty's too." Then he adds, "And they used to call ME `Little Willie'! Ha!" He thinks about what he has said and adds a bit more, "Hey, neither of them is little, it's just that I'm bigger than both of them. Just."

"And how do you know that?" Karl asks.

"We take lots of showers at Marty's place!" William answers, "And there's no point in wrapping a towel around us to go from the bathroom to the bedroom. The same as what you guys do."

I think, `But are you bigger when you are soft or when you get hard? And have you seen Mr Grant hard? How come?' And I want to ask him a lot more about Mr Grant's body but William tells us that he's going to go over to the school to see how Mr Grant got on last night, `sleeping alone'.

I hope he's joking about the sleeping arrangements. When and why did Mr Grant have an erection and let William see it?

"I mean without me snoring in the same room," William says, trying to cover up or take back what he said. Maybe that's all he meant anyway. Maybe it's just my growing, naughty mind that thinks of other meanings in lots of things that other people say now!

He says, "Thanks for breakfast. And for the fun last night." And he's gone. I watch him through the windows. It almost looks like he's skipping. Like one of the little kids.

Five minutes later he's back. He's been running.

"What's up?" Karl asks him.

"I have to ask you both something," he says, puffing a bit after the quick 70m sprint.

"What's wrong?" Karl asks again.

"Nothing's wrong. But... you two have a Dad to talk to and ask questions about guy stuff. I don't have anyone, except maybe Marty, but there are things that I don't want to tell him, in case his mother finds out and then the whole town will know."

Karl and I say nothing and simply let William, tell us what is so important. "I think I need to talk to someone about what we did last night. And you guys trust Mr Grant. Yeah? He hasn't said anything about Kurt grabbing him in the weir and he won't say anything about our horse-and-rider game. Right?"

Karl and I give him a hesitant `Yes...?'

"So," William continues, all in one breath, to get it out, "would it be OK with you guys if I asked Mr Grant some questions about how I was feeling and what we did? And what we should or shouldn't do? He'd be cool and not say anything; you know, sort of like a doctor has to keep secrets."

He's said the magic word, `secrets', and Karl and I have already had a conversation with Mr Grant about keeping things private, after I apologised for grabbing him behind the waterfall. I trust him. Then I think about my conversation with Dad about him and Mum. If William needs to talk to someone, I can't think of anyone better than Mr Grant.

I look at Karl. "I'm OK with that, if you are."

Karl is not so sure, and says to William, "What? You want to tell Mr Grant that you and us were playing with each other's dicks and wanked each other till we spurted? I don't think that I could ever look him in the face again if he knew that I did that with you!"

"OK then," William replies. "What if I just tell him that's what I would like to do with you guys sometime, and then ask his advice? He has seen you guys naked, you know. And has seen us mucking around in the weir. And he joined in with us, didn't he?"

I say, looking at Karl, "William's right. And maybe Mr Grant might think that we already do that stuff anyway, mightn't he? Why can't William talk to him about it and ask his advice? We might even get some good information ourselves. It couldn't be any worse than one of Dad's talks, like about using condoms."

William looks at us strangely.

"Don't even ask about it!" Karl says. "OK. You can talk to Mr Grant about it. But I want to know what his advice is, OK?"

"How about you, Kurt?" he asks.

"Fine with me!" I tell him. Providing that you tell us everything that he says. Agreed?"

"Deal! Thanks," is all that he says and dashes off again.

And I think, `If Mr Grant thinks that I am OK with wanking somebody and having them do it to me, then he might even want to do it with me too. He did seem to enjoy playing with my erection in the weir, and he did, sort-of like, start to wank it.'

This all just makes it easier for him. And me.

William might be doing me a big favour.

We don't see William again until Monday morning. He tells us that his discussion with Mr Grant was `all good' and Mr Grant agreed to keep everything `confidential'. And he hopes that Karl and I are OK with him knowing.

So, nobody will ever know!

I like where this is heading.

 

(to be continued)

 

The parallel version to this story, is told through the eyes of Tom Grant, the `Schoolie'.
Find it at https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/schoolie

If you'd like a full picture of their lives and thoughts, you should read both concurrently.

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