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 short chapter aligns, partially, with Chapter 16 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 10:

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.

Chapter 11 – Gone!

For the next two weeks, there is no change in Mr Grant's attitude to me or Karl. Still positive. Still friendly. Still checking me out and still patting my tail as I leave.

Karl and I talk at night about how I feel, and that I'm pretty comfortable.

Mr Grant doesn't hate me or frown at me or ignore me or anything.

The only change in my life is the `new' game that we play with William after school – in our bedroom instead of in the weir. Gentle instead of rough. Wanking instead of wrestling. Spurting instead of... stopping. William usually does Karl twice and me once, and Karl and I take turns to do William. Often Karl lets me do it first, because he says that he can do William a second time, later.

So, Mr Grant's cock looks just like William's, does it?

I often close my eyes and pretending that I'm wanking him instead of William. It makes me really hard, and I spurt really quickly when William wanks me. I love it. So does William. And I pretend that it's my #2, Mr Grant, doing it and loving it.

Actually, there is one more change. Karl and I like to go to bed earlier now. Dad has commented on it. But we just say things like, `We're growing. Maybe our bodies need more rest." Dad agrees, and doesn't ask any embarrassing questions.

But, I sometimes wonder if he knows or suspects. I try leave no smelly, wet towels for him to find.

William has been a good friend and has shared with us about his growing dislike of his mother and that he is going to move in with Marty. That means `sleeping with Mr Grant' too. Every night.

Dad has also stopped seeing Aunt Lilly, as often. He made some comment over dinner once about how he thought that she was drinking too much and he was concerned for her health. And for William as well.

 

Tonight, there is a bit of excitement in The Village. While we are having dinner, we hear some loud motorbikes. "Harleys," Dad says. "I'd know the sound of a Harley Davidson anywhere."

We all go out onto the verandah and look across at the pub. Three of them. Just sitting there, revving their engines. Then they speed off, down the road to Big Town, with a roar. Then back again. They turn the bikes off and go inside.

"We heard one like that this afternoon," Karl tells Dad. But he doesn't tell him why we didn't go to investigate, because we were `busy' with William at that time in our room, from which we can't see the pub.

We watch for a bit, then go back inside and finish our food. About ten minutes later we hear them again. They all rev their engines and seem to go down towards William's place then roar back past the pub and continue off in the direction of where Jane and Jake live. They don't come back.

We clean up and put everything away. Dad sits in his favourite chair, looking through last weekend's paper again. Karl and I lie on the rug, playing cards.

Karl and I are into our second game when I hear loud voices. That's nothing new. We often hear people shouting over at the pub, because we live so close. Sometimes there's a fight, but usually it's just people singing and having fun.

But, It's not singing tonight. Curiously loud!

I stand up to take a look. I'm horrified by what I see.

"Dad!" I shout. "William's house is on fire!"

"Lilly!" he shouts, jumping up.

"William," Karl shouts.

"Put your clothes and shoes on, guys. Maybe we can help to put it out." Immediately, he dashes off towards the pub.

Now I can smell it!

Karl and I pull our clothes on quickly and put our shoes on. No socks. We run.

Lots of people are running from the pub to William and Aunt Lilly's house, calling out things to each other. Dad's already in the crowd somewhere.

The glow from the flames is lighting up the whole Village. The pub. Our place. The old church. Even the school. I watch the smoke going straight up, lit up by the flames. It's like a giant torch pointing straight up into the sky.

I reach the pub before Karl does and I turn down the road towards the fire. I feel the heat even before I get there. Some of the men are trying to use fire extinguishers but they aren't able to get close enough. It's too hot.

I can only stand and watch. White and red and yellow flames. Every part of the house is burning. Where's William? Is he dead?

I start to cry.

Karl catches up to me. "Where's William?" he says, looking around. "Is he here? Is he OK?"

"He's not here anywhere," I say. "Maybe those bikers killed him and Aunt Lilly and then set the house on fire."

Karl hugs me and we both cry.

Dad comes to us and puts his arms around us. "Let's move out of the way," he tells us and he leads us to where there is a group of people standing, farther down the track. All we can do is look. And think.

I say to Karl, "Maybe William went to stay at Marty's place with Mr Grant. Maybe he wasn't inside at all." Karl looks at me and his face tells me that he remembers William's words as well, about wanting to get away from his mother permanently.

At that moment, the roof collapses in on the house, followed by the walls and there is a massive shower of sparks, flying way up into the sky.

We see Marty's SUV come roaring around the corner at the pub and skid to a stop near where we had been standing. Marty jumps out and holds his arm up to shield his face from the heat.

Then I see Mr Grant get out of the passenger's side and open the back door. I can't tell whether he's talking to somebody. Hopefully, it's William. Then he gets into the back seat.

"Let's go and see if it's William," I say to Karl and we walk up the track, avoiding the fire as much as possible. It's still very hot.

We get to Marty's SUV and see William next to Mr Grant. He looks really upset. It looks like he's crying, but without any sound. "Are you OK, William?" Karl asks. "We were worried about you."

William doesn't answer. He just keeps looking at the fire.

I look at Mr Grant. I don't know what else to say, or what to ask.

Mr Grant tells us, "Thanks, guys, but I think this is not a good time. Maybe tomorrow."

I feel really sad, seeing William so upset. This is different to when he was angry at his mother for forgetting his birthday. He is just sitting silently and staring and the tears are pouring down his cheeks and dripping off his chin.

"OK," Karl says to Mr Grant, and he tugs my arm. We go back and stand with our Dad, who has been talking to some of the other people there. We wrap our arms around him and lean against him. I'm really upset for William. Karl is too. Dad puts an arm around each of our shoulders and pulls us into him.

I have a terrible thought. `At least, now, his mother won't be mean to him.' Then I remember what it was like when my Mum left. But it was different. Mum loved us. I don't think that Aunt Lilly loves William.

"Come on boys," Dad says. "Let's go. There's nothing else we can do here.

We pass Marty's SUV and Dad has a quick word to Mr Grant, asking if William is OK. And that he can come with us, if he wants to. William doesn't move and Mr Grant thanks Dad but says that he and Marty will take care of him.

Dad makes us all a cup of tea and we sit at the table and talk. From where I am sitting, I can see the flames dying down, then some flashing lights as a police car pulls up. Some of the crowd go back to the pub. Others stay.

Dad tells us what people have told him. One of the bikers was there this afternoon in the pub and talking with Aunt Lilly, who went for a ride with him on his bike. They took off towards Big Town. He was a big guy with muscles and tattoos. When he came back, with two of his friends, Lilly wasn't with them, that anybody noticed.

Apparently, somebody else said that they had seen the three guys in Big Town in the morning. It's something that people there don't usually see – three tattooed bikers with leather vests on noisy Harleys.

"So, where is Aunt Lilly?" Karl asks.

"Nobody knows," Dad replies, concerned. Then he adds, "But the police will find them and see if she's OK. Oh," he says, "Reg O'Brien also suggested that there be no school until Monday. He said that it shouldn't really matter seeing that tomorrow is Friday. He was going to talk to Mr Grant about it."

I'm happy that there will be no school tomorrow. I'm sad for William.

 

We don't see William until Monday. We know that he won't be coming over before school anymore, because he now travels up from Marty's place with Mr Grant.

At first, I'm not sure what to say to him about his house and his mother. Dad has told us that one lot of gossip from the pub is that Aunt Lilly rode off with the Harley bikers. Another version is that she went off with one guy who killed her and hid her body before coming back with his mates to burn her house down.

How do I have that conversation with William? I don't.

But, he seems OK. Almost normal.

 

This week, he's back to his normal self after school.

One good thing: with William wanking me off every afternoon and me sometimes doing it myself a second time in bed (without letting on to Karl that I, too, can spurt twice in the same day) I haven't woken up with wet pyjamas lately!

And William volunteers the information, even without Karl or me asking, that he's glad that his mother is gone, and that he's very happy to be living with Marty and Mr Grant. I notice that he didn't say `sleeping with Mr Grant'. Maybe he's got over telling me that joke!

I'm aware that we're getting close to the end of term – two weeks away. I know what that means. Ron will be back. Dad said so, because Mr Cameron has told him.

I'm really glad that his `mid-semester' break coincides with our school holidays!

 

(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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