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
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The resemblance
of the characters by action, name, location, or description to any real person
is purely coincidental.
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between adults and youths, then what are you doing here?
From
Chapter 103:
As Jacko and my
brother disappear down towards where they have been `working', I walk slowly to
the bunkhouse.
What could it be?
In the bunkhouse. Why couldn't Dad bring it to the house? Is it also from Mr
and Mrs Cameron? It must be big! Or a secret!
I stand outside
the door and listen. Silence. So, it's not a pet dog.
I open the outer
door. Still nothing.
I walk past the
showers and toilet and push the inner door open.
Well, this isn't
at all what I expected!
Laid out on one of
the beds...
"Ron!" I call.
Chapter 104
– A Blast from the Past
I want to say something sensible, but all that comes
out is a confusion of questions.
"What are you...? How did you...? When did you...? Why were you...?
He stands and comes towards me, and doesn't stop. He
wraps his arms around me and squeezes our bodies together.
"So good to see you, Champ!" he tells me.
One of his hands moves to find, and grip, his favourite
part of me. My `nice glutes'.
"You're certainly growing up fast!" he says.
"Almost sixteen!" I answer, grinning and hinting at
what he told me ages ago: that he'd tell me more of what boyfriends could do
when I reached that birthday.
His hand moves between us, much to Junior's delight.
"You really have grown, haven't you?" he grins. "I
reckon, if I didn't know any better, that you could easily be sixteen or even
older."
I feel for the front of his jeans.
"Happy to see me, are you?" I ask, wrapping my hand
around as much of his erection as I can manage through the tightness of his jeans.
We grin at each other while having a good feel of each
other's excitement.
His lengthens sideways, and Junior throbs.
"Not now!" Ron tells me. "Later. Let's go over to the
house and chat with your dad about why I'm here and for how long."
"You mean that you're staying?" I ask. "Hell, yeah!"
"Hey," he grins at me. "We'd better wash in some
really cold water first! Come on!"
The conversation during our walk over to the house consists
mainly of my questions and his comments about how much I've grown.
"I see that you found him!" Dad tells me, smiling.
"Why is Ron here?" I throw straight back at him. "He
wouldn't tell me."
Dad has moved bread, butter, a whole lot of
left-overs, and more, to the dining room table.
"Help yourself!" Dad says to Ron, indicating all of
the food.
Ron sits and begins to make himself a sandwich.
Jacko appears with a mug of coffee. "Hi, Ron. I remember
how you like it. Jan has just told me that you were here."
"Thanks, mate," he replies, accepting it and putting
it within reach, then continuing with his sandwich.
"Will somebody please tell me why Ron is here!" I ask,
impatiently and a little more strongly that just posing a simple question.
"Didn't you tell him?" Dad, pretending to be
surprised, asks Ron.
"No," he replies. "I thought that you would have. Or that
you should."
They point backwards and forwards at each other.
I stand, with both hands on my hips, and stare at
them, from one to the other. I can tell that they are playing with my head! My
eyes and lips tighten.
"Oh, you want to know why Ron's here, do you?" Dad finally
asks me, innocently!
I glance at Karl. My brother's smirk tells me that he
is enjoying this. Fun at my expense instead of his! For once.
"Oh, I get it!" I tell them all. "He's here to
finishing drowning Karl in the swimming hole!"
Everyone's expression changes.
Jacko looks shocked. My brother's expression becomes
one of distrust. Dad and Ron chuckle, holding back bursting with laughter.
"OK!" Dad says. "Before this gets out of hand, here's
what's happening."
I sit down opposite Ron. Karl and Jacko head for the
lounge chairs. Dad walks back and forth behind Ron on his side of the table.
Dad starts: "I told you all that I had been staying
with Mr and Mrs Cameron in Cunnamulla. Well, the day before yesterday, Ron showed
up."
"I thought that you were at university in Sydney!" I put
to him.
He answers, "This semester, my work is all online. So,
I can work from anywhere! And, I decided to visit my aunt and uncle; and,
if I had the opportunity, maybe pay you all a visit."
Dad continues: "And, Daphne shared with him that I would
be staying for a few more days so that I could visit Helen every day, and that the
babies would probably have to stay longer.
"Then your Dad said that he needed to get back to
Whispering Gums because there was more work to be done than he thought that
you, your brother and Jacko could handle," Ron tells me. "So, I offered to come
and help." He continues, "That way, your Dad can stay in Cunnamulla, until
Helen and the girls are ready to come home."
"When will that be?" I ask, with my mind actually
wanting to know how long Ron could be staying with us. With me. And how much
fun we might have.
Dad answers: "The doctors want the babies to be under
observation for a few more weeks so that they can be certain that they are
strong enough to survive out here, so far from the closest medical services."
"So, it looks as though you've got me for about three
weeks," Ron grins. Then he looks over at Karl. "Sorry about that! Which day are
you planning on going swimming?"
We all immediately chuckle. Except for one!
Dad says, "One of the things that I've asked Ron to do
is to clean up the Land Rover. I'm trading it in on a new one with at least six
seats. The deal's already done. Similar to Tom Grant's `Beast'.
"Fu..., I mean, Trucking hell yeah!" my brother
announces.
"How are you getting back into Cunnamulla, if Ron's
going to be working on the Land Rover?" I ask.
"Danny's going to fly out here for an early dinner
with us, then I'll go back in with him,"
Dad tells us. "So, you and Ron will be able to get around in the Land
Rover, and Karl and Jacko can use the ute. But, there's always the horses and
quad bikes, if you prefer."
"So, what's for dinner?" Karl asks.
He reminds me a lot of William!
"Looks like there aren't many left-overs for dinner,"
I tell everyone. "Maybe none."
"I'll fix dinner," Dad tells us. "I'm pretty sure that
there's a chicken in the freezer."
"There's a fresh, noisy one out in the chook pen, with
the hens," Karl reminds him.
We laugh, especially me. Should I change the ringtone
on his phone? I wonder whether I could find a laughing hyaena. LOL.
"Maybe we should reinstate our old work teams," Dad
says. "Kurt with Ron working up here and Karl with Jacko working on cutting and
stacking wood." Then he surprises me
with, "In fact, would it be any easier for Karl and Jacko to stay in that
southern workers' hut? They could cook their own food, and just come back here
for supplies." He looks at them directly. "What do you reckon, guys?"
Would my brother and Jacko ever turn down an
opportunity to be together in a workers' hut? Suggested by Dad? Overnight! For
a couple of weeks?
Jacko, trying not to show any excitement, replies very
calmly, "Yes, Jan, that could work."
"You're welcome to eat with Ron and me," I tell them.
"Just ring me or send me a message so that I have time to prepare extra food.
Or, text me what supplies you want, and I'll get them ready for you to collect."
In my mind I think; a phone call or a text message that
they are coming will also act as an early warning, in case Ron and I might be
busy doing something else. LOL.
We say goodbye to Dad and Danny, then turn our backs
on the dust storm stirred up as the rotor blades speed up.
By the time that the wind has subsided, and the dust has
settled, the helicopter is no more than a sun-reflecting speck against the
darkening eastern sky.
"So," I begin, "Who's up for a game of cards or
dominoes, with some coffee, and peanut cookies that I whipped up earlier.
Before we head off to bed."
"Poker!" Karl chirps, at the same time as Jacko says,
"Dominoes!"
They stare at each other, like two roosters about to
do battle, feathers ruffled.
"Both!" Ron settles any potential dispute. "We'll toss
to see which we play first. We'll alternate games. First person to win any five
games, is the winner."
"What's the prize?" my brother asks, not content to
get only half of his wish.
"How about breakfast in bed?" I suggest, "Sausages and
eggs with coffee and toast."
They all turn, looking at me to see if there is any
hidden meaning behind what I've said.
Of course there is! I could have added `cream' or
`milk'. Haha.
Much to Karl's annoyance, and to my amusement, Ron has
won two games of poker; Jacko has won two games of dominoes.
I think that Ron `lets' Karl win the next hand of
poker.
It doesn't bother me that I haven't won anything. I
haven't been really trying. I've been amused by the seriousness and the various
expressions on everyone else's face!
Win or lose, Ron and I will be having breakfast in
bed! Sausages, eggs, and cream!
Jacko, sitting alongside Karl, suddenly seems to be
`feeding' him dominoes so that my brother can lay his down to win. I suppose,
if Jacko is able to work out what spots people are holding, then he can choose
whether to make it easier or harder for the next person.
"Yes!" Karl exclaims, pumping the air at his two dominoes
victories.
The three of them now have two wins each!
With the next hand of cards, Ron, Jacko, and I all
fold. My hand was actually better than Karl's two pairs. He'll never know.
My brother shouldn't be so cocky about his poker win
and his assumed superior skill!
However, knowing my brother, I can almost guarantee
that, apart from playing with each other's `sausage', he will insist that Jacko
serves him breakfast in bed, for real!
When we are finally alone, Ron asks me, "So, where are
we going to sleep, Champ?"
"Well, if we messed up one bed in the bunkhouse to
look as though you slept there, the other two wouldn't believe it," I tell him.
"So, let's mess up Karl's bed and say that I slept in it, and that you took my
bed."
"That's more believable!" Ron responds.
I add, hopefully, "But, it's only my bed that will actually
be used, won't it?"
"Come here!" Ron says, pulling me into a close hug. "I
can't get over how much you've grown since that day when we first met, right outside
there."
"Really?" I ask, knowing that I have. But, I want him
to tell me what he sees.
"Look at you!" he comments. "Almost as tall as me now.
Deeper voice. A visible Adam's apple. Not to mention these..." (grasping my
glutes) "...or this..." (moving to Junior and rubbing it back and forth along its
length.)
I give him a long kiss on the side of his neck, close
to his ear.
He shudders.
"Oooh!" he moans softly. "Who taught you to do that?"
"Wasn't it you?" I whisper, and kiss his other side. I
add, "Yes. Actually, it was! I distinctly remember!"
"Well, it feels as though you have been practising!" he
chuckles. "Have you?"
"Of course!" I answer. I add, "Why wouldn't I?"
That's one of those questions which doesn't need an
answer!
How much have I told him about Andy and me?
Ron begins to remove his shirt.
"Hey! Wait! Fast or slow?" I ask.
He stops. "What do you mean?"
"Something else that you taught me," I reply, "It's
better to go slow. `Slowly', actually!"
"We haven't started anything yet," Ron grins.
"Yes we have!" I tell him. "You've started to take
your clothes off. Wanna go slower?"
"How?" he asks.
"Well, when one person takes something off, the other
person gets to play with whatever is revealed," I answer. "What do you think?"
Ron replies, "I think that you might have been
practising TOO much!" Then he laughs.
"OK. Slow it is!"
Hey! Can a 14-year-old practise too much?
We both started with bare feet anyway. So, with Ron's
upper body revealed, I begin by kissing his neck, again, while reaching around
and tickling his back down to his glutes.
He groans, like before.
I run my hand over his pec muscles. Lightly, then more
firmly.
I kiss both nipples. Just not at the same time. LOL
He shudders.
I run my fingers down the middle of his abs, and follow
it with my tongue, hinting that I could go even farther.
I stand up and stare at him. He's not exactly panting,
but he is breathing more rapidly than he was a while ago.
I grin at him, then remove my own shirt.
Ron repeats everything that I did to him, except, he
adds more. He runs his tongue back up my body, across one nipple, licks my
Adam's apple, kisses my neck than bites one ear lobe.
I shudder and moan.
"This was a great idea," he tells me. He pauses. "And,
you have an amazing body!"
"You mean, for someone my age," I reply, staring at
him.
"You did say that you are sixteen, didn't you?" he
asks.
I didn't expect that!
I can tell that he is teasing me.
However, Is he suggesting something? Does he want to
do more than usual? Is he willing to show me what else boyfriends can do? Does
he want to do what Andy and I do?
My sudden excitement is matched by some fear. I
absolutely love the feeling of what Andy and I do together, but we've agreed to
only do it with each other! What if Ron wants to...?
My thoughts are distracted by Ron dropping his jeans
and underpants at the same time.
His penis is longer than Andy's and thicker than mine!
And it's very hard! I can't even imagine `giving myself completely' to someone
that big!
I use my fingertips all over it, before adding my tongue.
He holds my head while he slowly pushes in and out of
my mouth. And he moans.
When I drop my own jeans and underpants, Ron has a
good feel and says, "Nice glutes. Nice everything else too. Let's continue in
the shower. C'mon."
He sets the water temperature, steps in, and motions
me to follow.
He drops to his knees. Junior doesn't complain. Quite
the opposite!
He turns me around.
I love the feeling of his big dick between my legs,
lifting my balls each time that he pushes.
He also does it from the front, wrapping his arms
around me and gripping my `nice glutes'.
Then, sucking me again.
However, Ron doesn't let me spurt. Each time that I tell
him I'm close, he stops.
When I complain that I can't hold on for much longer,
he tells me, "OK. Back to your bed!"
We dry ourselves quickly.
I take one towel with me because I reckon that we both
have lots to unload.
"Face down?" I ask him. "You or me? Do you want to
finish what you were doing in the shower?"
"Lie on your back," he replies.
I do, then he kneels between my legs.
Andy and I often start our fun this way.
I hope that Ron doesn't want to fuck me, like Andy
does!
Much to my relief, he moves himself forward and sits
across my hips, then edges back until his firm glutes are pressing against my
very hard Junior, which was pointing towards him.
Ron starts moving his backside up and down, with my
hard pole sliding up and down his crack. Meanwhile, he starts slowing jerking
his dick, which is over my middle, directed at my face.
Junior is excited and things get very slippery.
Once or twice Junior gets `stuck' against his hole.
However, after pausing for a few seconds, Ron simply
moves his body to release everything.
I really hope that Ron doesn't expect me to fuck him!
It only takes two minutes, maybe, and I feel that I
can't hold back any more! I start to push my hips up, with Junior sliding,
firmly right up between Ron's glutes.
"Jerk me!" he says.
The feeling of his kangaroo-ing dick in my hand is too
exciting, and Junior explodes!
I moan.
Ron groans, and his stuff floods my chest. A
bucket-load of it! Even splattering my face!
"Oh, wow! Champ!" Ron growls, collapsing onto me. "How
amazing was that! OMG!"
He licks my face clean.
After a lot of panting, with `aah's and `truck's and
`OMG's, and one `How old did you say you are?' the towel is useful. And,
another shower is necessary.
We wash each other. Hey, I'm not the only one with
`nice glutes'!
It suits Ron and me that, for the next three weeks, we
don't see a lot of Jacko and Karl, even when they collect their food supplies
which I prepare for them any morning after they have texted me what they need.
They just come and go; most usually, when Ron and I
are out cutting feed for the cattle or checking and strengthening the fences
towards the north.
Today, Ron suggests that he and I drive down there to check
the results of their (supposed) work.
We are both keen to see how much energy they have
spent, outside.
"Hey!" I message my brother. "Ron and I are going to
bring you some lunch, with some fresh apple tarts. What time do you want us?"
I did think of ringing him, but then the fun that I
have with his early-morning `Rooster' ring tone would be over!
I ask Ron, "Do you want to make lunch for all of us,
while I do the apple tarts?"
"My aunt taught me to make spaghetti Bolognese," he
replies. "Will that do? Do we have everything?"
I recall reading Mrs Cameron's recipe for the
Bolognese sauce in her `Red Book'. Ron should be fine!
"I believe so," I tell him. "I've cleaned out the
pantry. I'm pretty sure that it's all there."
My phone buzzes. From Karl.
<12:00>
Not even a `thank you' or `see you then'. Just the
time. That's so much like my brother!
I tell Ron, "If we coordinate our efforts, the food
will still be hot when we get there. But, we now have a microwave down there,
if we need it."
On the drive down, Ron and I chat about all of the fun
that we have had in the past weeks. We had even `re-enacted' his `first time'
skin-to-skin body contact with me, in the water hole, which was very exciting.
Then, and, again!
And, he has continually reminded me of how much I, and
my whole body, have grown.
I don't mention it, but, twice this past week, Ron has
suggested trying `even more' with me. I reckon that he was hinting at us doing
everything that Andy and I do, without actually using the words!
The first time was after lunch, three days ago, when
we were wrestling and fooling around on my bed.
I reminded him that `I'm not 16 yet!' He just grinned
at me and shrugged.
Then, yesterday, while we were pressing the fronts of
our very soapy bodies together in the shower, Ron had his arms around me,
squeezing me, with one finger between my glutes, he kept rubbing back and forth
across my hole.
Despite getting really turned on, I gasped, `I'm not
sixteen you know, and I'm not ready yet', to which he half-whispered and half-growled
in my ear, `I'm not so sure about that!'
(to be continued)
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