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 44 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 25:
I keep thinking of
what Mr Grant did to `clean me up'. Even though it felt terrific, I could never
ask Karl to do that to me, or me do it to him. He'd work out straight away who
I'd learned that idea from!
While he's jerking
me after lights out, I think of Mr Grant doing it to me, and how he sucked me
clean. I have another massive spurt. Luckily Karl has his spunk rag ready. Karl
says, "Yeah. Once a day seems to be your limit! But, it's a good one!"
He's bought my
lie! I just hope that William doesn't ask Mr Grant too many questions. Why
would he?
Karl gets his
second `hand job' for the day. And we both sleep well.
Chapter 26 – Mr Grant Doesn't Like Me!
Thursday is just
another normal school day, except, Mr Grant is wearing a different pair of
trousers. LOL.
At the end of lunchtime,
while William and I are in the toilet together, he says to me, "You first this
afternoon, mate. OK?"
I want to ask him
about why he thinks that Mr Grant might be willing to muck around with me, but
something different comes out, "Does Mr Grant know what you do with Karl and me
after school?"
"Of course he
does," he answers.
"How come?" I ask,
appearing stunned. "Did you tell him?"
"He asked me
straight out, and I told him the truth. Remember that he had already seen you
and Karl and me doing stuff in the weir."
"And he's OK with
you and us jerking each other off?" I ask.
"Why wouldn't he
be?" William answers. "We had a serious talk about `things' and he told me that
he remembers being our age once, and he knows what boys like to do."
I start to ask him
a question which has been thumping around in my head. "Do you and Mr Grant
ever..."
Then I stop, and
think. Maybe I don't really want to know the answer to that one, so I add a different
ending, "...talk about Karl and me?"
He is about to
answer when my brother comes into the toilet. "Did I hear my name mentioned?
What's happening?"
"Well, I'm done,"
I say, tucking Junior back inside. "I'll leave you both to it."
As I head back, I wait
on the outside, to hear any discussion between the two of them. William starts off
telling Karl, in answer to a question, that he said that he'll do me first this
afternoon because he spent all of his time with Karl yesterday. I think that
William can spin a yarn as well as I can. I smile and skip back towards the
building.
I know that
William had already finished peeing when I left, so he must have just waited
for Karl, and they walk back together.
William tells me
that he can drive Mr Grant's car back to Marty's after coming to our place
after school, because he has arranged for Marty to pick up Mr Grant. He told
Marty that he is teaching Karl and me to play computer games on his tablet, and
he doesn't know how long it will take.
Is he a good liar,
or just a good yarn spinner? Or what?
William drives.
Karl and I take the short cut. By the time William comes into the house, Junior
is already expecting him. LOL.
I close my eyes
and pretend that William's hand belongs to Mr Grant, and the inevitable happens
quickly, even when I tell William to slow down to make the feeling last longer.
"I'd better show
you guys a couple of games, in case Mr Grant asks you tomorrow what you played
this afternoon," William says. "Then, you can actually tell him your favourite
one."
And we all used to
think that William wasn't smart, just because he didn't read too well!
We spend about
half an hour going through a couple. "Do you reckon you can do this one, solo,
for a while?" William asks me.
"Sure!" I tell
him. He hands me the tablet, and I sit with it on my bed while he and my
brother start playing with each other's erection.
Suddenly, Karl
stops what he's doing to William and asks me, "Have you and Mr Grant ever mucked
around? You keep talking about it. Have you ever done anything? You can't just
go on dreaming all the time of doing stuff!"
"I thought that we
had this discussion yesterday!" I tell him. I wonder why he's asking me this,
today? In front of William!
Then, as I think
about how wonderful it would be to have Mr Grant with me now, I burst into
tears. Exaggerated crying.
Karl says, "What's
wrong?"
William jumps off
Karl's bed and hugs me. "Did Mr Grant hurt you, or something?"
I think that I can
use my emotion to my advantage. And Mr Grant's!
I mumble, "I think
Mr Grant doesn't like me."
"What?" Karl and
William say together.
"I've tried to get
him to like me, and asked him, but he won't do anything. He said that it would
be unprofessional and illegal, and that they would put him in jail! Maybe even torture
him or kill him."
I look at them.
They're buying it.
"Let Karl and me
talk about it," William encourages me. "to see if we can think of a way of
getting Mr Grant to change his mind." Then he adds, "Why don't you go and
finish your game out in the living room? All this misery is making me go soft!"
So, I thank
William and leave him and Karl in the bedroom. I take the tablet to the living
area and make myself comfortable in Dad's favourite chair. Smiling.
I can tell from
the noises when they are both done! Karl first. Then William. Then Karl for the
second time. Wow. That's not impossible though, because I think that I could
have cum again myself yesterday, if Mr Grant had kept sucking me!
Anyway, I know
that Karl won't want me to do it for him tonight! Not three times in a couple
of hours! And I don't remember William ever saying that he had done that,
either.
And, I reckon, I'm
getting pretty good at this car racing game!
As William leaves,
he comments, "I opened the window in your bedroom. I think that you guys had
better start using a deodorant. Even if you don't need it, your room does." He
laughs.
I only have to
walk to my bedroom door to understand what he means. "Better pull the door
almost shut," I say to Karl. "So that Dad doesn't ask any questions about the
smell. I hadn't noticed it before. Do you think that Dad has?"
There is no
comment from Dad after dinner when he reads us another chapter of Huckleberry
Finn. I watch him carefully. He doesn't even make sniffing gestures; you know
the way adults do if they suspect anything?
I decide to raise
the issue, as innocently as I can. "Dad, how come, when you work all day, that
you don't smell of perspiration?"
He looks
unprepared to answer a personal question, but does pretty well. "I, umm, always
wash, sometimes shower, before I come home." Then he asks the inevitable:
"Why?"
"At school," I
begin, "Mr Grant smells good, and William has told us that he has started to
use a `deodorant' too. He says that it's better to smell good rather than like
an animal. He didn't say which animal, but some of them can smell pretty bad,
can't they?"
"So, what are you
telling me, or asking me, exactly?" Dad asks. He looks from me to Karl.
Karl takes my
lead. "Dad, we have our shower at night, so we are clean when we go to bed, but
sometimes Kurt doesn't smell as fresh when he wakes up. Maybe because he farts
a lot at night."
I give my brother
the `evil eye' of hatred, accompanied by an appropriate pout. He's lucky that
Dad's here, or he'd get `the finger', maybe even my whole fist! Dad looks back
at me, with a bit of a smirk.
I'm not continuing
down that line! I put it simply, "Dad, could you please buy us some deodorant
the next time you are in Big Town?"
"Well," Dad says,
"You guys sure are growing up. I guess that it's time that you started to think
more about your bodies. I suppose you'll want to start shaving next!" He rubs
my chin. "Well, maybe not just yet," he adds. "OK. Why don't you come with me
and you can pick out which one you want? You can both have the same or
different ones."
Karl and I look at
each other. Without even discussing it, our twin minds agree. "Same," we reply
together.
It's not just a
twin thing to be similar, as Dad might think. If we have the same-smelling deodorant,
it won't matter which one we use, to make sure that our room smells like us,
and not like it did earlier!
He kisses us
good-night and, as if to get even with my brother for me, he says, when he's
with Karl, "Yes, I see what you mean! Deodorant's on the shopping list."
Karl looks
stunned. I laugh. He frowns.
Dad ruffles both
our hair, and winks at me. "Good night, boys."
"Good night, Dad!"
we say together.
I love my Dad.
I wake up and it's
not the usual sunny day. Our bedroom window faces the east and I'm used to
having sunlight come in and warm me, or at least brighten the room.
Today, Friday, is
grey. Dark, like it's still too early to wake up. I look at my watch. No, it's
the right time!
I get out of bed
and look outside. It's cooler than usual and very cloudy. Almost like it's
going to rain. Rain! "Karl!" I say, shaking him. "I think that it might be
going to rain!"
(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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