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 45 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 26:

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!"

 

 

Chapter 27 – The Best Feeling Ever!

Now, rain is something that the adults, like Mr Cameron and Dad, are always talking about. How much we need it. How the horses and cattle need it for everything to start growing again. The possibility of it raining seems almost as exciting for adults around here as Christmas or a birthday is for me.

Karl and I look out of the window together. The ground is still dry. It hasn't rained yet. I go to the front door, just to check whether the western side of the house is dry too.

My brother and I were a lot younger the last time that it rained here. Maybe seven or eight years old. But I remember one day when we were visiting Ma and Pa in Brisbane and it absolutely poured! They couldn't understand why Karl and I were happy to run around in it and get wet, and splash in the puddles. And we enjoyed a hot bath, with bubbles, afterwards.

 

While we are at school, working, the clouds disappear, leaving us with no rain, which means that we get to enjoy our Friday-afternoon games in fine weather. Jake and Jane are team captains, as usual. They always split up Karl and me, as usual. Today I am on Jane's team. Everyone else is allocated by their age. On my team today I have David, Eric and two of the girls. Mr Grant and William are the umpires, although sometimes one of them will cheat and help the losing team. Of course, they'll only be cheating if they help Jake's team. LOL.

After the running relays and tunnel ball, soccer usually decides the winning team. However, one of the umpires always seems to ensure that each team scores the same number of goals! It's one of those afternoons when no team loses. We have a lot of fun, and everyone leaves for the weekend, happy.

Mr Grant spends some time talking with Mr O'Brien before his noisy Land Rover heads off with Jane and Jake.

William, Karl and I all do our jobs and are just about ready to leave as Mr Grant comes back in. The windows are closed, the blinds are all pulled down and the verandah is swept.

I head out behind Karl and William, as usual, expecting a helping hand out of the door from Mr Grant, when William turns around and says, "Kurt, would you mind helping Mr Grant with a bit of other stuff please? I noticed that the sports gear wasn't put away as neatly as usual and that the store room could do with a quick straightening too."

I see William wink at Mr Grant. Mr Grant looks surprised. What's going on? I don't know, so I just smile at him and shrug.

"Sure," I say, and head straight for the Craft Room. I'm happy to help, even though tidying the craft room is not my job.

William and Karl close the main door, head down the verandah and William takes Mr Grant's car.

I poke my head into the classroom, where Mr Grant is sitting, and say, "You know, Mr Grant, it's pretty obvious that William and my brother just want to spend some time together... alone... without me watching them!"

Mr Grant looks at me, almost sympathetically, and comments, "Yes, Kurt, it sounds as though they deliberately made the place a bit untidy so that they could leave you here with me to help fix it, to give them enough time to have a bit of fun together. How long do you reckon they need?"

He knows what's going on!

I say, "Gee, I don't know, Mr Grant. I suppose about 20 minutes or so."

Then, I suddenly catch on to what's happening, and I smile. I have some time alone with Mr Grant. `20 minutes or so'! I wonder whether he would be willing to play with me!

I run back to the Craft Room and it takes me less than two minutes to fix everything up good.

Mr Grant calls to me, "It's OK, Kurt. I'll get the store room."

When I hurry back into the classroom, Mr Grant is back already at his desk. "It's all done, Mr Grant," I tell him happily as I walk up and stand beside him.

"You were quick," he compliments me.

"Want to come and see?" I ask him.

Mr Grant stands up, and I take his hand to lead him into the Craft Room. I like the feel of his hand in mine. We walk around and I point out to him everything that I fixed up.

"Hey. Nice job, sport," he says, and does that thing - ruffling my hair - with his `free' hand.

I pull myself close to him, give him a hug and say, "Thanks."

He lets go of my hand because I haven't `superglued' us together this time. He begins to walk back to his desk. But, as we walk through the store room, I take hold of his hand again and stop. So does he. He has to! Then, as I point out what he has obviously tidied up, I say, "Hey. Nice job, sport!" I grin at him and stare into his eyes.

 

He smiles back. "Thanks," he says to me, copying my own words. Then, because I won't let go of his hand this time, I expect some more hair-ruffling, but he tickles my ribs instead. How did he know I was ticklish there? It causes me to half-laugh and half-cry. I have to let his hand go, but, then, I fling both of my arms around his neck and hang on, locking my fingers together behind his head.

Mr Grant can't get away! Even though he tries! Ha ha.

He stands up straight, but I refuse to let go, so my heels are lifted off the floor. Not far. I hang on. Instead of trying to put my feet back down, I wrap my legs around his waist, and use them to hang on to him as well.

"You're a cheeky imp," he says, and uses both of his now-free hands to muss up my hair. "So, you won't let go, eh?"

"No way!" I giggle at him.

We're playing a game! I'm being cheeky and I can tell from the grinning expression on his face that he loves it too.

"I'm not holding you up, you know," he reminds me. "What if you fall backwards onto your head?"

"I won't," I tell him, then add, "because I've got hold of you with my legs as well as my arms and it's not a long way down, anyway. Besides, you wouldn't let me hurt myself, would you?"

"What if I tickle you again? You'll have to let go then."

He's teasing me, threatening me and grinning.

"No, I won't. Not this time. Betcha!" I throw the challenge back at him.

He reaches down and puts his fingers on my ribs. He looks at me and raises an eyebrow. I shake my head. He starts tickling. All that does is make me hold on doubly tight with both my arms and legs. And I say, "I'm not letting go, no matter WHAT you do to me". I wonder if he'll take that as a hint to tickle me somewhere else!

He runs his hands his hands down both of my sides and takes a hold of my `nice glutes', as Ron would say.

I relax my body onto his hands, sort of like sitting on them. He squeezes me a couple of times on each side. No swatting this time. Still holding on, I let my body slide a little lower onto his hips, then grip him more tightly with my legs. I can feel his penis getting chunkier, right near where Junior is. He's enjoying this as much as I am!

He walks past his desk, probably thinking that I will let him go if he starts to walk around the room. Ha ha. I'm enjoying the feeling of deliberately pressing my body against his with each step. I wiggle my hips and he knows that I can feel him getting harder!

As he walks, he starts to bob up and down, which only rubs our two bodies together even more. Somehow my shirt has untucked itself, or did he do it without me feeling it?

By the time we get back to his desk, it's obvious, to him and to me, that we are both really hard.

"I'm going to sit down," he tells me, "so be careful of your legs. I don't want you to get hurt."

I let go my legs from his hips and sit on his thigh, with my legs between his, while I still hold on to his neck. I wiggle myself as close as I can to his body. Mr Grant puts his hand up my back, inside my shirt and starts to rub my skin. It feels so good!

It's time to let go of my hands, and I let one hand go straight down onto his stiff cock, then I lean backwards so that he can easily see my hard bulge. I want him to hold me like I'm holding him.

"So, you want to play, do you?" he asks me.

"Uh-huh," I tell him, and add, "By now, I'll bet that Karl and William are already playing with each other."

I'm sure that he wants to do this as much as I do.

I wiggle and rest my back against his body, and I part my legs to give him better access.

We start to fiddle with each other's cock. I manage to get his to move to a position where it's not cramped and I can grab it more easily. He points Junior to the side and starts to tickle my balls, running his fingers under them and across them and around them. Sometimes he just gives Junior a squeeze to make sure that he's still hard. Every time that he does that, Junior jumps. More than just a small push-up!

I use my other hand to pull my untucked shirt right up to my chest. He looks down and then runs his hand from my navel to my undies that are sticking up past the top of my shorts. He stops.

"Go on!" I tell him, and turn to look at his face. I say, "It's OK!"

Mr Grant moves his hand lower, inside my shorts but on the outside of my undies. He feels around, squeezes Junior and puts his hand completely over my balls, and holds them.

This feels terrific, but it's not exactly what I want. I tap his hand and he pulls it back. Then I hold the top of my undies out, away from my skin, and just wait. My invitation couldn't be any plainer!

He goes slowly. He rubs my abs below my navel, getting gradually lower. When his fingers get inside my undies, I remove my hand. He's on his own now. Lower. Hair. Lower. His hand gets underneath Junior who dances around on his knuckles as he moves his hand around. The he traps Junior between two of his fingers and pushes down, causing my erection to stand straight out in my undies.

It feels great but it's getting uncomfortably tight. I jump off Mr Grant's lap and drop my shorts and undies to the floor, step out of them, then sit back where I was. Mr Grant resumes playing with all my stuff. I love it, and make noises to let him know it.

While he's doing that, I use my best hand to find his zipper and push it down as far as it will go. Mr Grant stops moving his hand and just looks at me. Is he telling me `No'! Or is he waiting for me to do more?

I smile at him and say the words that I've prepared in my mind for this situation, "I wouldn't want you to mess your pants, like last time, Mr Grant."

He says, "It's OK, Kurt," and he releases his belt and the top button to give me full access. I put my hand inside and I feel his large cock jump. We both look down to see a dark, wet patch on his pale blue underpants.

"Wow. Just in time, by the look of things!" I joke. I slowly put my hand all the way inside and `feel around'. His cock jumps again and my hand gets really wet with a lot of his pre-cum.

I know what to do with it! I've had plenty of experience now. I keep my wet hand fairly tight and massage his cock from the head down to his pubic hairs. And up. And down. And up and down.

Suddenly Mr Grant tells me, "Hop off a minute, sport." When I stand up, he also takes off his pants and undies.

I sit back down on him and enjoy the feeling of his skin against my skin. We start again. Or do we keep going? I don't know, but with both of us naked `down below', it feels amazing. Naughty, but I love it!

Junior's making his own pre-cum, but Mr Grant has a lot more. He takes some of his and uses on Junior to copy what I'm doing to him. We sort of end up doing everything the same, at exactly the same time.

He's making happy noises, like me. "You like this too, don't you, Mr Grant?" I ask him, without looking at his face.

He doesn't answer, but I take his happy noises as a `Yes'.

We just continue for a while, playing with each other and making noises. Then I ask, "Mr Grant, you know what you did last time, after I shot my stuff? You know... how you cleaned me up?"

"Yes, Kurt," he answers. "Did you like that?"

"Hell, Yeah, Mr Grant," I say. "I told you that it felt so good that maybe I might even shoot again." He doesn't say anything, so I ask, "When it happens, Mr Grant, would you do that to me again this time, too? Please?"

I don't think he will say `no' and, this time, he has the box of tissues on his table for when he shoots too. And I'll bet that he will!

Then he asks me, "What would you think about me doing it a bit sooner this time, Kurt? Actually, before you `shoot'? I think that you'll like it."

I'm not sure exactly what he has in mind, but I reply, "OK."

I trust him, like I trusted Ron. He didn't hurt me at all when he taught me new stuff, and I don't think that Mr Grant would either.

Then he stops playing, stands up, picks me up and sits my backside on the edge of his table. "Lean back," he tells me.

I have to put my hands behind me to support my body as l lean back about 45 degrees. Maths!

Mr Grant moves my legs apart and he stands between them. Junior is pointing straight up at the ceiling, that is until Mr Grant bends forward and takes it all into his mouth.

I gasp at the sudden, fantastic feeling. Then I feel his tongue and lips doing stuff. Wonderful stuff. I moan. He sucks Junior all the way into his mouth and his lips are resting in my `chicken feathers'. He moves his face from side to side and Junior feels a new pleasure, moving around in Mr Grant's mouth, and touching his tonsils, I'll bet!

Then he starts to suck Junior as he pulls back, then he pushes down and does it again. And again. "Ohhh!" I moan.

He stops, pulls his mouth right off Junior and asks me, "You OK, sport?"

"Oh, don't stop, Mr Grant, please," I groan. "That feels sooo good!"

He goes back to sucking. I go back to moaning.

I close my eyes and tilt my head backwards. I've never felt anything as good as this!

Suddenly, I feel Mr Grant's hand under my balls, and he starts to tickle them. That did it! That's done it, now! My whole body stiffens.

"Mr Grant..." I warn him, to give him time to grab the tissues. But he doesn't. "Mr Grant..., I'm gonna..., Mr Grant!!" I call out, urgently.

But, instead of stopping, and reaching for the tissues, he tightens his lips around Junior and just pushes his mouth right down to my hairs again.

I start to shake, trying to hold back. My whole body goes into earthquake mode. "Aaargh!" I scream out and my body keeps on shaking as Junior continues to pump out my stuff. It's going into Mr Grant's mouth!

I feel him hold my shoulders and he slowly lets me down flat onto the table.

I can't move. I think that I feel him wipe me with some tissues. Cock and balls.

I just lie still and try to breathe. I feel his cock on my leg next to my balls. I reach out and take hold of it, while he rubs my stomach and chest lightly with his fingers.

I manage to open one eye and I see him smiling at me. "Oh, Mr Grant" I whisper. "That was so... so amazing. Thank you." Then I ask him, "Can I finish you off too? With just my hand?"

"Do you want to, Kurt?" he asks me. "Only if you want to."

I don't have to answer, I just close my eyes again and begin to move my hand around on Mr Grant's oily cock. "That's really good," he tells me and I keep going, like with William. Like with Ron. Like with Karl.

Then I feel his hand on my hand and he stops me from moving it. I feel him pushing his cock into my hand, like Ron did the first time, between my legs. He keeps going, and growling, until I hear, "Finish me off now, buddy. I'm very close."

I start pumping him again. Faster and faster. "William likes it when I go fast at the end," I laugh.

Then Mr Grant grabs a handful of tissues and holds them close to him, to catch everything. He gasps. He moans. I look up at him. He has his eyes closed. He moans again. He shoots. He keeps shooting and grunting. I look at his face and I can't quite decide if it's a happy expression or if he's in pain.

I prop myself up on one elbow. He opens one eye and looks at me. I smile at him and ask, concerned, "Are you OK, Mr Grant?"

"You have no idea, Kurt," he tells me, and adds, "Thank you. It was..., you were... wonderful."

He offers me the box of tissues and I use them to clean him up. He's already going soft, but Junior isn't. He's still excited, about everything!

I grin at him, "I think, Mr Grant, that, maybe, you liked it even more than William does." Then, I wrap my legs around his backside, and pull him in close to me. Then I reach up my arms for his neck. Mr Grant lowers his head and I take hold of him, like I did earlier.

I don't have to tell Mr Grant what I want. He stands up straight and I hug my body against his. He begins to walk around the classroom, and I rub Junior against his body with every step that he takes.

We get back to his desk. I'm really excited and I ask him, "Mr Grant, can you do it again, please?"

"What, Kurt? Walk around the room again?" he asks.

I stare into his eyes and half-whisper, "No, Mr Grant. Use your mouth to make me shoot again."

He looks shocked. "Do you think that you can do it twice?" he asks me, seeming concerned.

"I really feel like I want to shoot again," I tell him, then add, "Please."

I've never felt like this before, not even with Ron. So excited!

"OK, buddy," he tells me, "but if it starts to hurt, you have to tell me to stop. All right?"

"Sure, Mr Grant, but it'll be OK," I say, smiling. Why would it hurt?

He lays me on the table, like before. This time, he lightly runs his finger tips from my chest all the way down to my knees, and up and down. It's sort of like tickling, but different. It's only when I start to shiver a bit that Mr Grant takes Junior into his mouth and starts to suck, gently, using his tongue, playing with it.

 

I feel something happening. Way down deep, somewhere. Then it happens suddenly and my whole body starts to shake. Junior spurts so hard that I have to let out a loud yell. Almost like a dog howling. Junior fires off a couple of extra spurts, and he's done. I'm done! One last body jerk!

Am I breathing? I smile. Yes, I'm alive. I open my eyes and see Mr Grant's worried face. I grin at him. I have to gasp for a breath to speak to him. "Oh, my god!" I manage to whisper. "Oh, Mr Grant. Ohhh! Wow!"

He still looks worried and says, "Kurt, tell me that you're OK."

I manage, "That's the first time that I've ever cum twice in a row. Now I know why Karl likes William to make him do it a second time."

I pull myself up, hold Mr Grant's shoulders, then stretch and kiss him on the cheek.

"I think that we'd better put our clothes back on," he says, looking slightly embarrassed, I think, at me kissing him.

I just exhale, lie back down, close my eyes, hum and smile.

"OK, you can hop up now, sport," he says.

I open my eyes. He's dressed. He lifts me onto the floor, and proceeds to help me put on my undies and pants, just like Mum and Dad used to do when I was a little kid.

I hear him say, "Now, what am I going to say to William and Karl?"

"Nothing!" I quickly say to him. "Tell them nothing."

"But they probably think that something would have happened!" he protests, "And they're bound to ask, wouldn't you reckon?"

I tell him, "Mr Grant, I've dreamed about doing this a million times and I know exactly what to say. Let me answer them both."

He agrees, but obviously doubts that my words will be enough to satisfy their curiosity.

There's something that I have to do urgently. "I need to pee really bad, Mr Grant," I tell him. Then I gather all of the wet tissues into a bunch and head off towards the toilet.

 

Oh... Relief!

 

I head back to the building and hear Mr Grant's car starting up over at my place. I say to him what I've been thinking: "Mr Grant, I've changed my mind. If William asks you anything, tell him the truth. Tell him exactly what we did. All of it. Every detail. He'll never believe you anyway!"

I laugh to myself. Well, some of the laughter escapes! Brilliant plan! Just like a well-planned pirate raid on an unsuspecting seaside village.

Mr Grant replies, "Kurt, are certain that you want me to tell him everything? I'm not sure that's such a good idea." He sounds very nervous about doing that.

"Yep. Trust me. You'll see." I tell him. "I know him pretty well. Longer than you have."

By the time we've locked up and reached the front gate, William and Karl are already waiting.

Karl is grinning. Is it because of what he and William have done? Or, more likely, is he thinking of what Mr Grant and I might have done?

He moves from the front seat into the back. I get in beside him. Mr Grant sits in the passenger's seat, leaving William to drive.

William turns and gives Mr Grant a questioning stare but says nothing. Mr Grant just shrugs. Probably about some discussion they had earlier! Perhaps about him and me.

Neither Karl nor William asks anything, or even says anything. So, I decide to `break the ice' by saying to Karl, "So, did you and William have fun? Without me watching?"

I smile at my brazenness (one of this week's `special' vocab words in Reading), but the only response that I get from my brother is a thump to my thigh. He probably doesn't want to say anything in front of Mr Grant!

But I'm not finished. "What did you two guys do today?"

"What we do every day," Karl snaps, with a touch of annoyance as though we shouldn't talk about it with Mr Grant here.

"And, what about you and Mr Grant?" he throws back at me.

"What do you mean?" I reply, pretending, like an angel, to be totally ignorant of his real question.

William butts in. "Come on, Kurt. Did you and Mr Grant do anything like Karl and me?"

Mr Grant asks, as if he's not supposed to know, "Why, William, what did you and Karl do?"

"He knows!" William says, pointing straight at me, without dobbing in Karl for anything specific.

"I can't tell you that," I reply, trying to act embarrassed. "It's private."

William looks at Mr Grant. I'm not sure what the expression on his face means.

Karl says loudly to me, "You'd better tell us what you did with Mr Grant, or I'll squeeze your nuts till your eyes pop!"

"Do I have to?" I plead, but knowing what their answer will be.

"Yes!" both William and Karl reply together. They are becoming impatient!

 

"I'm sorry, Mr Grant," I say, in my best pretend-apologetic voice. "It looks like I have to tell them. You wouldn't want my eyes to pop, would you?"

I can see Mr Grant's face from where I'm sitting. I think he's trying to hide a smirk.

"Well..., you see...," I say to William, "Mr Grant and I tidied up the mess that SOMEBODY made, then he went off to the toilet. I sneaked up after him. When I crept in, he was peeing. He was just hanging out, letting it go. I asked him if I could just hold it for him (so I could feel it) like at the weir. He made an excuse why I shouldn't but then said `OK', so I put my hand around it till he finished then he put it away. I took mine out to pee too and I asked Mr Grant to hold mine for me. Fair swap! He did it for a while and then, when I started to get hard, he took his hand away."

"Is that all?" William asks.

"Yes," I reply. "Why? What did you think we would have done?"

"I don't know," William says, shaking his head. "Maybe something else."

Karl is silent.

You should see Mr Grant's face, when I ask William, "Are you going to come in, and do something for me too, like you did for Karl?"

Ouch! I get another, harder, thump from Karl.

William says, "Sorry, mate, not now, but definitely you first, next time."

"OK," I tell him, putting on one of my best pouts. "But I really wanted you to do it today, instead of me doing it myself later."

Mr Grant doesn't need to turn around. I see him shaking his head in disbelief, obviously stunned my superior acting ability!

William drives us back to our place, lets us out, then continues, heading back to Marty's. We wave.

[Author: read what Tom told William in Schoolie, Chapter 45]

After lights out, Karl asks whether I'd like him to jerk me off, seeing that William didn't do it today.

"No, it's OK, but thanks!" I tell him. "I think I'll save it up for tomorrow, and give William a surprise at how much I can spurt!"

We both laugh, talk for a bit and I fall slowly asleep, very happy, thinking about what I did today with Mr Grant!

 

(to be continued)

 

The parallel version to this story, is told through the eyes of Tom Grant, the `Schoolie'.
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