Kurt

 

Life in The Village, and the `coming of age' of a student at its remote school,
through his own eyes.

This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)

Copyright 2013-2023.  Robert Armstrong.  This complete work of literary art is protected by US, Australian and International copyright law. It is the sole property of the author and may not be reproduced in any form whether in whole or in part without the prior express written consent of the author.  
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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 100:

Beth and Amelia sit together, with me alongside Beth, and Andy next to Amelia.

Here I am at the movies with my boyfriend, but with two girls separating us! Ouch!

We eat our ice creams, sip on our drinks, and pass the popcorn back and forth.

By the time the main feature comes on, we all have both hands free, except for when the popcorn is being passed back and forth.

About five minutes into the movie, I feel a hand on my thigh. It is just above my knee but it is slowly creeping higher. I wish that it was Andy's! OMG. What do I do?

No, Junior!

Chapter 101 – A Certain Virginity Lost

Should I wait to see how far up my thigh Beth's hand stops?

Each minute or so, it creeps a centimetre or two higher.

She wouldn't be able to do this if all of the armrests were down, like they were when I went to the movies with Mum and Ma and Pa. Here, they are all up. Should I have put the one down between Beth and me? That might have been rude!

What if she discovers that I have an erection? Would that freak her out?

Possibly not, otherwise, why would her hand be near there in the first place?

But, if I do nothing, isn't that telling her that what she's doing is OK?

Is it OK?

Where will she stop? Do I really want her to discover a wide-awake Junior?

OMG! Then what would happen?

 

I lay my hand on hers, and leave it there. This also stops its advance.

I turn and look at her. She smiles at me, then turns her hand to clasp my fingers with hers.

Is this all that she wanted?

Glancing beyond Beth, I notice Amelia and Andy holding hands.

I move Beth's and my hands to a `more comfortable' position, resting between both of our thighs.

Finally, Junior, now either satisfied or dissatisfied, goes right back to sleep.

I find myself finally relaxing.

Hand-holding is nice.

I try not to think about it being a girl's hand clutching the end of my arm, and I concentrate on the movie.

Our grip is occasionally discontinued, while we exercise our fingers, then it is resumed.

I feel Junior wake up, then go back to sleep, multiple times.

 

It's almost a relief when the movie is finished. Now Andy and I can be together!

We all stand, ensure that we have collected our drink cups and the popcorn bucket, and head for the exit.

"What are you guys going to do now?" Amelia asks.

Andy replies, "We've got a full schedule. First, we want to catch up with Joey, Simon, and Luke at the beach and then..."

Amelia cuts him off. "OK, so, seeing that you are going past my place, Beth and I will walk with you to there, and then you two can keep going."

There are no alternatives. There is no discussion. It's decided.

I watch Amelia slip her hand into Andy's and the pair of them take the lead, walking and swinging their arms.

Just as I am thinking that it should be me with Andy instead of Amelia, I feel a hand slide into mine. I turn towards Beth, who grins. Her raised eyebrows express a combination of `OK?', `Nice', and `Do you like me, because I like you'!

Not now, Junior!

What should I do?

I smile back and give her hand a squeeze. At least that answers the `OK?' question.

As we walk half a dozen paces behind our friends, we seem to automatically match the rhythms of their steps and arm-swinging.

They look happy, chatting away.

However, the silence between me and Beth is making me feel uncomfortable. Normally, Andy and I would be discussing anything and everything.

Fortunately, Beth opens with, "Amelia told me that you have a twin brother."

"Yes," I answer. "His name is Karl. And, we are identical. If you see me; you've seen him."

"What's it like, having an identical twin?" she asks.

"Normal, I suppose," I tell her. I add, "For me, anyway."

Beth looks at me and grins. "Of course," she says. "Stupid question!"

"Not at all," I answer her. "Actually, I never think about NOT having an identical brother. We've always been with each other and we've done everything together." I pause. "Except for now. He's still at home, and I'm here visiting Andy. Andy came to our place last holidays, so it was my turn to do the travelling. My Dad reckoned that, last holidays, with Andy there, it was almost like having triplets in the house instead of twins."

"Yeah. I've already thought that you and Andy could pass for brothers. So, what did the three of you do together?" Beth asks.

"Well," I start, "We do have horses and quadbikes, which kept us busy a lot of the time. And, there were always things to do at home, like feeding the animals, and doing maintenance on the property, like fixing fences, painting, ..."

Turning towards me, she interrupts excitedly, "You have horses?"

I think that Beth may not have heard everything that I said!

"Yes," I answer. "Karl looks after the horses and takes people for trail rides. The quadbikes are more my thing. Besides, riding them is much gentler on my backside."

"I love horses!" she says, not acknowledging the quadbikes and ignoring my attempted humour.

"Our recent farm-stay guests liked both the quadbikes and the horses. And," I throw in,
"My Dad let me drive them around in the Land Rover so that they could see everything."

Suddenly, it seems, I have her attention.

"You can drive?" she asks.

"Yeah," I tell her, not making a big deal of it.

I think of Ron, my driving instructor.

Junior remembers too, with a single jerk of awakeness! But sleepily.

Beth seems to be listening now. "What else did you do?" she asks.

"Well," I begin, "Lots of stuff. Oh, I did teach the girls to cook apple pies."

"You can cook too?" she says. It sounds more like an exclamation than a question. She stops walking and stares at me.

"What?" I ask.

She smiles at me, then, giving my hand a quick squeeze, recommences walking. She comments, more to herself than to me, I think, "A handsome country boy who has horses, and can drive, and works, and cooks!"

Quadbikes is obviously not her thing!

I ignore the `handsome' comment, but smile.

No, Junior! Not now!

"So," I ask, to change her focus away from me, "Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"Yeah," she replies. "One older brother. Same age as Amelia's. He and Tom have been `besties' for as long as I can remember. They were in the same classes all through school, and they used to hang out together a lot."

My brain imagines the teenage version of Mr Grant, maybe like William, with a male friend; `hanging out together a lot'. Maybe sexy, like Simon, or Luke, or Archie, or Ron. Wow!

However, before my imagination runs too far away, Beth comments, "Don't you think that Andy and Amelia make a perfect couple?"

"What?" I reply, somewhat startled away from admiring the rhythmic contraction of Andy's glutes in his tight jeans.

"Look at them," Beth replies. "She has always liked him, and they are probably two of the smartest kids in our school. He was always good in the surf, but, since his recovery from his accident, he's become an even more amazing person. Apart from being really happy, he's the school's Junior Swimming Champion, and he can even beat most of the seniors. It's a miracle."

"Do you know much about his accident?" I ask, without letting on what I already know.

"Some say that he fell off his balcony," she answers. "Which is very unlikely, if you ask me! There's another story that he was climbing a tall tree to retrieve a soccer ball for a little kid, when a branch broke and he fell. That is much more believable, knowing how athletic he always was and how helpful he is to everyone."

"It was after that when he and I met," I volunteer to her. "He came with his mother to the funeral of a friend of Mr Grant's mother and we met up the next day."

"You mean Tom's mother?" Beth asks plainly. Then she adds, "Oh, I see, you still call Tom, `Mr Grant'."

"Yeah," I answer. "He's my teacher. I can't bring myself to call him by his first name." However, I continue, "Andy was pretty much `banged up'. His body seemed twisted, he had a broken arm, couldn't walk properly at all, and he sounded like a really little kid when he opened his mouth to talk."

"Yeah," she comments. "It was very sad. At one point we all thought that he was going to die, and then, seeing him like that, compared to how he had been before the accident, made a lot of us cry. Lots! Especially Amelia."

"Do you know how he recovered so amazingly?" I put to her.

"There were so many of us school friends, and even strangers, who were praying for him," Beth tells me. "So, now, lots of people, including Amelia and me, really believe in miracles."

I think of Uncle's magic and the miracles of Jintabudjaree.

A sudden thought crosses my mind. A dreadful thought!

Am I sharing my boyfriend with Amelia? Is there something that Andy hasn't told me? Is he her boyfriend? Is she his girlfriend?

I don't like how I'm suddenly feeling; jealous of Amelia, and doubting of Andy!

Why?

This is not who I am – jealous and suspicious!

Gloomy silence.

Did Beth say something?

 

"Well, here we are!" Amelia announces, as if I didn't recognise Mr Grant's, and her, place!

There is some minor hand-holding and cheek-pecking from Amelia and Andy, Beth and me.

Lots of "Thanks," are expressed and then the girls disappear, giggling more loudly as they go inside.

I'm half-expecting Mr Grant and William to appear. But, they don't. So, Andy and I walk on.

"What's up?" Andy asks. "You have a very strange expression on your face, which I've never seen before."

I'm tempted to take hold of his hand. I really want to hold his hand, like Amelia did!

"I think that we need to talk," I tell him, with as straight a face as I can manage.

"OK. We can talk," he smiles back at me. "What's on your mind?"

"Not with your friends around, and not here," I tell him. "Somewhere more private."

Now he looks worried.

"All right," he answers cautiously, as though he has done something wrong.

Has he done anything wrong? Well, maybe not `wrong', but something he hasn't told me?

"Let's go back to my place."

 

We are hardly inside the door when Andy grabs me in a hug, kisses me with much more feeling than I saw him do with Amelia, and asks, "So, what's up?"

I don't know how to put it to him gently, so I plough right in. "Is Amelia your girlfriend?"

He un-hugs me, holds me by the shoulders at arms' length and exclaims, "WHAT?"

"You are joking!" he half-grins. Then he asks, "Aren't you?" Looking at my face, he drops the grin and says, "Hey! You're not, are you?"

I try to answer him but, instead, I feel my eyes fill, then overflow.

He grabs me in a bear hug.

"OMG," he says, "Is this because Amelia and I were holding hands?"

I nod, and I'm sure that my tears are wetting his shoulder.

I hear the smile in his voice when he says, "Amelia has been holding my hand ever since we were in Kindergarten, and, now, lately, many of the girls in the school want to do it."

"Do you let them?" I ask, regaining more control of my voice, somewhat shakily.

"Of course!" he replies, again pushing me to arms' length, so that we can see each other's face. "Hey! They're just being friendly. Besides," he grins, "If people see me holding hands with lots of girls, then they wouldn't think that I actually have boyfriend! Would they?"

I grin back at him.

Then he asks, "Haven't you ever held hands with a girl before?"

After a pause, and a swallow, I tell him, referring to Beth, "Well, I have now!"

"OMG," he says, wide-eyed. "You mean that Beth took away your hand's virginity?"

"Very funny!" I laugh at him, giving him a gentle push. "Well, the little kids at school don't count! Besides, they used to hold William's hand too if he was standing still in the playground! And Mr Grant's."

I suddenly remember that Mrs Thompson and Brian might be home. I step back from Andy and look around.

"It's OK," he assures me, obviously sensing my concern. "They both told me that they were going out."

"So, we're alone?" I smirk at him.

He grins, takes my hand, and says, "Bedroom! Now, boyfriend! Now that your hand is no longer a virgin, I have something for it to do!"

OK, Junior! Now is good!

Knowing that all of our clothes are going to come off, I grip my shirt, pause, and ask Andy, "Quick or slow?"

He responds by hurriedly shedding everything; his haste is matched by my own.

Both totally naked in less time that it would take Usain Bolt to run 100m! (Hey! I'm not totally ignorant of the world beyond the Village and Whispering Gums!)

Andy nestles his `longer-than-mine', but equally stiff, dick into my waiting `once-virgin' hand (well, only for one thing – holding hands with a girl; otherwise, it's very experienced!)

I love Andy's slim body, blond hair, his breathtaking smile, his smooth skin (apart from his pubic hairs) and I love his moans when I play with his balls and rub his dick up and down.

He's my boyfriend!

We collapse onto his bed, alongside each other. I feel his heart beating. I want to take the next bit slower, using as many of the ways which Ron taught me as possible.

After absorbing a lot of pleasure from my hand, he finally reaches for Junior, which jumps at Andy's soft touch.

I can tell when we are both close to `absolute excitement'.

So, also, can Andy, who asks, "You want to do more now, or wait until tonight?"

Just one more movement of his hand has Junior spurting up into the air and splattering onto my chest and stomach. "It's a bit too late now!" I tell him, turning to grin at him.

I stop jacking him and squeeze his dick tightly. He takes a gulp of air and I feel it jump. Then, throbbing, spurting.

Breathing. Resting.

Together.

"Shower?" he asks.

 

We are leaning on the railing which prevents people from falling from the promenade down onto the sand.

"The tide is out and starting to come in," Andy comments. "That's when we get the best waves."

From this distance, I can't distinguish Andy's friends from the half-dozen others in the water, waiting for the most ideal waves to catch.

Andy waves one arm above his head, back and forth.

It's obvious that we are more easily recognisable than they are; a few of them wave back and paddle to catch any wave which is heading our way.

 

Andy greets the first of them to reach us. "Hey, Joey!"

"Hey, yourself!" Joey answers. Then, to me, he says, "Hi. You must be Kurt. Is your brother here too?"

"Nope. I left him at home this time, to muck out the horse stalls," I reply with a grin.

I reckon, with Jacko assisting him, there will be as much `mucking around' in the horse stalls as mucking out! They're both reasonably safe down there. Dad wouldn't `catch them out' like Anakin did. If he wants them, Dad just yells out their names from the house verandah.

"Pity!" is all that Joey replies, obviously recalling the fun that he and Karl had together previously.

Luke and Simon, dropping their boards, call up to us, "Hi Kurt. Hi Andy. We thought that maybe you'd be joining us today."

"Well, we did come down earlier, but with the surf as flat as bath water, there was nobody here," Andy answers.

"Yeah," Luke says. "We had to wait for the tide."

"So," Simon smirks, "Are you two gonna join us now?"

"Maybe tomorrow," Andy tells him. "The tide should be right just before lunch." Then he turns to me. " That OK with you, Kurt?" he asks.

I reply, "Sure! Do you still have that suit that I can wear?"

"Of course," he answers. "But, you might need a hand getting into it. You've grown a bit since last time."

I know what he means. So does Junior! He stretches, as if to say, `Look at me!'

I pretend to ignore him. However, the three on the sand focus on the show-off, then grin at each other.

"Hey! And, you might need a shower afterwards," Joey grins me. "It's amazing the places that sand can get into!"

Luke and Simon say nothing, but both give Joey a shove and he falls onto his back on the sand.

"I reckon that you're the one who needs a cold shower," they tell him.

All three give us various versions of, "See you tomorrow!" Then they gather their boards and head back towards the inviting waves.

"I wonder whether Tom and Will would like to join us for a swim tomorrow?" Andy comments. Then he adds, "And a shower afterwards!"

I look at him and we both burst into laughter, like the giggling pair of Amelia and Beth.

 

Over dinner, Andy tells Brian and his mum about out proposed birthday presents to each other.

Surprisingly, they offer to pay for both as their gifts to us. Andy's mum excuses herself, fetches some cash and hands it to me.

I can't help giving them both hugs.

After dinner, Andy and I don't rush into bed. No sense in giving Brian and Andy's mum anything to spark a suspicion!

Over coffee and cake, they introduce me to Gin-Rummy. It's easier to play than poker, and I reckon that it would be a good game to show to some of our young farm-stay guests.

What I'm not expecting is for him and her to `bale out' before Andy and I do tonight. I'm not sure whether they are genuinely tired, or if they have `something else' in mind. LMAO (just not aloud).

I tell Brian that I want to play one more game with Andy before heading to bed. I have something `special' in mind for the winner. Haha!

After I share my idea with Andy, I reckon that he loses much too easily! He obviously wants me to go first!

I want tonight to be a long one!

 

Never before have I even thought about sharing a shower with 6 other people!

And, because one of the four showers in the dressing shed isn't working, it's very crowded, and slippery, and exciting.

Despite Junior's pleasure, I'm not embarrassed. He has a lot of friendly company!

Simon, Luke, and Will are huddled in a group. I see lots of hands in lots of places. LOL.

Joey is mostly playing with Andy.

It's especially exciting feeling Mr Grant pressing his body against mine from behind, and also playing with Junior. Not that anyone else would notice among the tangle of bodies!

 

After I display how quickly I've taken to Gin-Rummy, Andy and I decide to not give ourselves to each other completely tonight. Instead, we practise all of the other things that give us pleasure.

It's another long night. Followed by a very deep sleep.

 

During breakfast, my phone buzzes.

<Your jewellery is ready.> the message reads. It also has the cost.

"The price is even less than what we were originally quoted!" I say and show Andy's mum.

"Keep the extra $40," she tells us. "It will pay for some of your fun for the next few days."

Few days? That means not much time left with Andy!

 

"Thank you so much!" Andy tells the jeweller.

"Yes," I add. "It is so good of you to reduce the price even further."

"It wasn't just me," she replies. "When I explained to the craftsman about you nice young gentlemen, he only charged for his work, not for the materials, which he had in stock."

"That is very generous of both him and you," I reply. "Thank you very much."

"Happy birthdays!" she tells us, and then points out something on one of the brass pieces on mine, near the clasp. "Can you see this?"

It looks like writing, but very, very small.

She hands me a very powerful set of magnifying glasses.

I can just make it out, `Happy Birthday Kurt from Andy'.

"And the other one is similar," she tells us.

`Happy Birthday Andy from Kurt'.

"Who did this?" I ask. "It's incredible. Such beautiful writing and so tiny!"

"It's a hobby of mine," she replies. "Micro engraving. One of my favourites was putting the Lord's Prayer on the shaft of a needle."

"I had no idea that such a thing was even possible!" Andy tells her.

"Me either," I add. "But that's wonderful, because only Andy and I will know that it's there and what it says! Thank you so much!"

"Can I give you a hug?" Andy asks her.

I think, `May I...', but this is no time to correct his English!

I give her one as well.

"Would you like to wear them?" she asks, "Or keep them for later?"

Andy and I look at each other. "Later," we reply together.

She places each necklace into its own box and then wraps them, like presents, and hands them to us. "I've put a `K' on base of Kurt's box and an `A' on Andy's, so that you don't mix them up," she says.

We both thank her again.

"Have a good day, gentlemen," she tells us, as another potential customer enters the shop.

 

We experience a busy week! Going places. Seeing things. Meeting people. Swimming.

And loving each other - deeply!

Falling asleep with the sound of `Oh, that feels so good!' still in my ears is wonderful!

 

"You guys have really been sleeping well!" Brian comments at breakfast on my second last morning.

"It must be the sea air!" I reply, taking a quick glimpse at Andy. I wonder what his excuse would be? He lives here!

What next?

I've heard of the expression, `Saved by the Bell', but, in this case, it's saved by my phone ringing.

I dash to the bedroom to retrieve it. It's Dad.

"Hello?" I answer, a little hesitantly, wondering why he would ring me.

<How are you, son?> Dad asks. <Are you enjoying your time with Andy?>

"Oh, yes." I reply. "We've been so busy that I'm exhausted."

That's not a lie!

<Great!> Dad says. <I just wanted to let you know that Helen has been moved to the hospital. The doctors think that the babies are almost ready.>

"When?" I ask, excited, but disappointed that I'm not there.

<Probably tomorrow afternoon,> Dad tells me.

"Well, I hope that they are patient," I say. "I'll be back in the morning. About 11.00."

<I'll be waiting for you at the airport,> Dad tells me. Then he says, <Enjoy your last night with Andy and his family. Please give them all my regards.>

"I will," I answer. "Thanks for letting me know. Please give my love to Helen, and tell my sisters to wait for me!"

A voice in my head, like that of Uncle's, says, `They will wait for you'.

I'm going to be a real uncle, tomorrow!

Mrs Thompson is almost as excited as I am at the news.

"You should get to bed early tonight, then," Brian tells me. "Tomorrow's going to be an exciting day for you."

So, I don't even have to make an excuse for Andy and me to `turn in' early! Nice! There's a lot of excitement still to be had before tomorrow!

 

(to be continued)

[Author: Thank you for your patience and encouragement].

 

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