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 longer chapter aligns, partially, with Chapter 53 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 31:

"You can do the same to me," Andy says, "and see if anything happens. You know what I mean."

"What if it does?" I ask, not sure how he will reply.

Andy giggles, "Well, I can't have an endless supply, can I? The geyser has to stop some time! And then I'd just like us to lie together, and be comfortable. Is that OK?"

"Hell yeah!" I say. "Trucking hell yeah!"

Andy whispers, "Fucking hell yeah!" and we both giggle.

 

I'm not sure where the experiment gets to, before I fall asleep in his arms. Very comfortable. Very happy. And, with a very wet towel between us.

 

 

Chapter 32 – Getting to Know Everyone

I wake up on my back and realise where I am and that I'm not alone. Andy's body is pressed against mine. His arm is over my chest and one of his legs is over my legs. His cock is poking up next to my hip and Junior is hard.

I like his bunch of pubic hairs. Should I play with them? Would he spurt in his sleep if I wrapped my hand around his erection? Should I even touch him at all? Anywhere?

After much internal debating the possibilities and potential consequences, I softly say, "Andy?"

Nothing.

I repeat, a little louder, "Andy."

A couple of things happen. He mutters something, halfway between a yawn and a groan. His arm across my body tightens into a huggy-grip, like a reassuring grasp of his teddy bear. His lower body presses against mine and I feel his erection push against my body three or four times.

Then everything freezes. All motions stop.

"Huh?" is more of a conscious uttering from him. Then I hear, "Sorry!" and he rolls back away from me.

I prop myself up on one elbow and stare into his eyes. "I'm not sorry," I tell him. "I was looking forward to what you were going to do next."

"I need to pee," Andy tells me. Then he finds the wet towel. "Did we do all of that?"

"Did you enjoy it as much as I did?" I ask him.

"Hell yeah," he answers.

"Wanna do it again tonight?" I smirk.

"Trucking hell yeah!" he says. "And I don't care if you touch me first! The first time."

"But it was fun with you getting me all excited before I touched you," I tell him. "Then I erupted about the same time as you did!"

He laughs.

"Come on!" I tell him. "Toilet!"

We pee together. Then, start to swell together. No touching necessary. Just looking at him is enough to put Junior into growth mode.

We emerge from the bathroom to meet William and Karl heading our way, up `our' stairs. They're as plumped up as we are.

"Seen Mr Grant yet?" Karl asks.

"No," I reply.

"Want to go into his room and wake him up?" William asks the three of us.

Giggles. Yeses. And one `Trucking Hell Yeah!'

William leads, and we all creep in after him. We line up at the end of his bed and stare. And can't help giggling.

"It happens to guys in the morning!" William whispers.

We all agree, from experience. Our giggles are a bit louder.

It's even funnier when I see just one of Mr Grant's eyes open. The other one is slow to catch up. And then they appear to struggle to coordinate their focus.

Seeing Mr Grant with a full erection again has certainly stimulated Junior even further. And, I'm not the only one!

"I'll bet you all woke up the same way!" Mr Grant jokes, looking at himself and making no attempt to cover up.

"We've been up for ages," William says, smiling.

"I'll bet you have!" Mr Grant replies, speaking to emphasise his double meaning. Then he asks, "What's the time?"

Andy pipes up, "I don't know, but my stomach reckons that it must be nearly time for breakfast."

"OK, then," Mr Grant tells us. "Let's get cleaned up and head down to Marty's."

"Do we stay naked, Tom, or take off our clothes when we get there?" Andy asks, still obviously uncertain about Marty's dress code and being naked in front of him.

"Let's stay like this!" William says.

I'm not so sure. I look at Karl. He looks at me and his face mirrors what's behind mine.

Mr Grant must see our hesitation and then looks at Andy's face. "I, for one," he says, "don't want to be seen like this by anyone in The Village who may happen to be around as we drive through. You know what it's like. You can't just drive past people in the street without stopping to say `hello'. How would I explain my own condition, let alone a car full of naked boys?"

I look at him, and then at the others. They, together with me, nod agreement. I'm relieved, especially since we could run into someone who would tell our Dad, and dob on Mr Grant!

Mr Grant says, "Why don't you guys start cleaning up over in the other bathroom while I use this toilet over here?"

It's funny to watch him as he walks past us. His large penis has only half gone down and it wobbles from one side to the other with each step that he takes.

"I'll wait here for Mr Grant," William tells us. Then he says to us, "Hey, you guys almost look like triplets, even though I know that Andy is a bit older. Why don't you all shower together, to save time and water?"

"What about you?" Karl asks. "Aren't you going to have a shower before going to Marty's for breakfast?"

William replies, "I might have mine over here. That way, you three can take your time."

I have no problem showering with Karl or Andy! I look at both of them and ask, "You guys OK with sharing?"

Andy looks at Karl, who nods. Then Andy says, "I can shower with you and Karl. He's my friend too!"

There is some communication that doesn't need words, and three penises become about as big as they get.

"Are there enough towels for the three of us?" I ask Karl.

"Plenty!" he says, and we head for the other bathroom.

Karl adjusts the water to the temperature that he and I like then gets into the bath, under the shower head, and starts to soap himself up.

I join him. He immediately starts to soap my back, just like at home, then turns so that I can do the same to him. He turns again and I start to do his front.

Then, we both look at Andy. "You going to join us?" I ask.

"That looks like fun," he says.

"Come on, then," Karl tells him.

Karl and I separate so that Andy can be in the middle.

"What about your plaster?" I ask him.

"I don't think it matters," he says. "It was nearly due to come off anyway. Besides, my arm suddenly feels really good now."

Karl and I help him in. I hand him the soap and turn my back. Andy starts slowly at my shoulders and gradually gets lower. I like the feel of his soapy hands on my glutes! He spends a lot of time down there.

"Is it OK if I do you?" Karl asks him.

"Sure!" Andy replies.

When I turn to face Andy, Karl is still working on his back. "You can wash my front," I tell him. It's OK!"

Andy looks hesitant but does as I suggested. Maybe it's only because Karl is with us that he begins slowly. He spends a lot of time on my chest and stomach, then ventures lower, past the chicken feathers. Junior is excited.

Andy seems to enjoy washing him and my balls.

When his washing action starts to resemble jerking me off, Karl says, "OK. My turn. You can do my back now." He and Andy both turn around.

Andy starts on Karl as he did on me. I know that I'm safe rubbing Andy's shoulders and back so that is all that I do. I enjoy watching him wash my brother.

"Your body is the same as Kurt's," Andy tells Karl, rubbing his glutes.

"We are twins!" Karl says, turning his front side to Andy's soapy hands.

Then, I think that all three of us wonder what is going to happen next.

Andy starts slowly, but eventually gets to Junior's twin.

"You want me to do yours too?" Karl asks.

Now this could be interesting! Let's see whether my brother has the same effect on Andy that I do. Experiment!

"Yes, please, Karl," Andy replies.

I'm about to soap between Andy's legs, but I stop myself. I want to see how Andy responds to Karl's touch. I don't even lean my front against his back, which I am also tempted to do. I keep rubbing his shoulders, stopping every now and again to assess how the twin experiment is going.

Both Andy and Karl are hard, but Andy shows no signs of over-excitement.

"Let's swap around places," I say to them.

After a little confusion, we end up with Karl in the middle.

Then, after another while, I'm the meat in the sandwich. And, now that I'm sure that we're clean, we indulge in some body grinding.

More swapping so that everybody gets a turn at rubbing his body against everyone else.

I've been careful not to have Junior against Andy's body, but now it's time!

On our final change, Andy and I are pressing our fronts together and Karl is behind Andy.

I don't know about Karl and Andy, but I'm feeling a tingling feeling start.

"Guys," I say, "I think that I'm gonna spurt. Let me finish myself off."

"Me too," Andy says.

"And me," from Karl makes it a trio.

We all go for it. Andy, in the middle, cops most of the spunk. From me in front of him and from Karl behind him. Andy spurts up in the air between him and me.

"Come on," Karl says. "Mr Grant must be getting pissed off by now, I'll bet. Let's get dry."

Andy says to Karl, "Tom never gets mad. I've never seen him angry. I like him."

"Me too!" I add.

"Quick. Hurry. Go and get dressed," Karl tells us. "I'm not sure whether we should just put on our shorts, or our shirts as well. Bring your shirts and we'll ask Mr Grant."

Andy and I head back across the stairs to our room, put on our undies, pull up our shorts and grab our shirts.

We meet Karl coming down the other stairs and we head for the lounge room all together.

At first, I don't think that William and Mr Grant are down here, but then I see them at the other end of the room on the big brown lounges.

They have their shirts on. "We weren't sure whether to put them on or not, Mr Grant," I say to him, holding up my shirt.

He and William stand up and walk towards us. They have their shirts out. I wonder what that could mean. It would certainly mean something for Andy and me if ours were out!

We all copy them.

Mr Grant says, "Hmm. Such a pity to cover those handsome, young muscles."

Andy, Karl and I look at each other and smile. I like both of their bodies, so I agree with Mr Grant. LOL.

Then he says, "Except for Will, here."

I have no idea what he's talking about. William has a good body too. I look to Mr Grant for an explanation.

He says, "Will has to wear his shirt so that... nobody... gets too excited."

William looks as though he is blushing. We all giggle.

However, knowing William, and how he always has a quick response to just about everything, he says, "And Tom has to wear his shirt because... well, who wants to see an old guy's body anyway?"

He bursts out laughing, and I can't help but join in. Andy and Karl do too. How outrageous of William!

Mr Grant takes a swipe at William, missing his head intentionally, I think.

William says, "And his eyesight and aim aren't much good any more either!"

Mr Grant uses actions instead of words and grabs William in a headlock. If that's not the sign for an all-in rumble, I don't know what is!

It's a lot of fun until Mr Grant shouts, Stop! Who's hungry?"

Everyone does a `hands-off'! "Then, all of you, out of the front door. Go!" he says.

"Hey! The rain's stopped!" William yells when we get out onto the verandah.

Mr Grant points out to us the different colours of the wet/dry earth not far south of the homestead. How amazing it looks, with the separation line stretching away towards both the east and the west!

William sits up front with Mr Grant. Karl, Andy and I pile into the very back seat.

We've only been driving for a few minutes when Mr Grant tells us, "I'll park around the back of Marty's and we can all go into my bedroom and strip off. OK?"

Andy replies, "I'm still a bit nervous, Tom. I don't know Marty very well."

"It's all good, Andy," Mr Grant tells him. "Have you forgotten his House Rule?"

Everyone choruses, with Andy joining in the final bit, "What happens in the house... stays in the house."

Karl and I both hug Andy from each side to reassure him that it will be OK. Karl tells him that Marty's a `cool dude'.

Suddenly William turns to us and says, "And, what happens in the bathroom..."

He doesn't finish the sentence. He doesn't need to. My brain automatically adds, `... stays in the bathroom.'

OMG. Did he see the three of us? Was he watching us? Karl, Andy and I freeze and stare at each other. I'm feeling so embarrassed! But, then, it's something that William has done with Karl and me, isn't it? Maybe I'm feeling embarrassed for Andy.

William adds, "It's all good, guys. No problem at all. Don't worry about it!"

Karl leans forward towards William and I see him mouth the words, while pointing at Mr Grant's back, "Does HE know?"

William doesn't say `yes' or `no', but just repeats, "It's all good, guys!"

Andy whispers to me, "I hope that Tom didn't see us."

Karl whispers, "Watching us is more like something that William would do! Mr Grant was down in the `Gentlemen's Lounge'. Wasn't he?"

"Maybe William just saw us as he went past the door when he got dressed," I add. "Maybe he didn't see... everything. They were both already down there when we came down, so he probably didn't see much at all. Maybe just three pairs of naked, soapy glutes."

We cackle to ourselves.

Thankfully, when Mr Grant speaks, it's a different subject. "So, how were the beds last night, guys? Comfortable?"

Everybody says yes.

Andy makes a comment, "I've never slept in a bed that big before. It's enormous!" I agree. So does Karl.

Mr Grant looks up and stares at Andy in the rear-view mirror, and at me I think, and asks, "And did you sleep well... in the big bed?"

He doesn't wait for an answer before adding, "Was it just like going on a camp where the first night is always the hardest to get to sleep? You know... in a strange place?"

Karl throws in, "There was plenty of room for William and me, wasn't there?" He adds, looking at William and nodding his head to prompt an agreeing response. "We even had to reach out our arms to find one another."

I don't believe that! If I know them, they were both well within reach, and using their hands on each other!

Mr Grant responds, "I'm glad that you each had somebody to keep you company, especially after Will's Jintabudjaree ghost story. I was all alone in my huge bed... that is, until something very strange happened."

I look at Karl and Andy to see if either of them knows what Mr Grant is talking about. Their faces are as confused as mine. We all look forward to hear more from Mr Grant.

"Yes. Very strange!" he continues. "Perhaps I was just dreaming, but I felt a smaller body creep into bed beside me when I was mostly asleep."

He has said `smaller body'. So, it wasn't William. I know that it wasn't me. And I don't remember Andy getting out of bed. Was it Karl?

He continues, "Whoever it was came right up close so that I could feel the warmth of his body against mine. It felt very comforting and I was hoping that he might give me a hug - you know, like how we talked about."

"Then what happened, Tom?" Andy asks.

"Nothing, Andy," Mr Grant answers him. "Unfortunately, absolutely nothing! So, either it was the ghost, or I was just having a nice dream. I woke up a bit later and there was nobody there."

I have to ask him, a little nervously, "What would you have done, Mr Grant, if it was a real person who got into bed with you, and hugged you?" I need to know what he would have done if it had been me.

He answers, "I would have hugged him back, of course. Maybe he was scared of the ghost too, eh?"

My brother cuts in, "Well, I slept like a log. I didn't move a muscle, did I Will? All night! I didn't even need to get up to pee. I had a really good sleep."

I don't know if anyone else is buying this, because I'm not. I've heard Karl attempting to pull the wool over Dad's eyes too many times, to know that it was him. For sure! Was he going to pretend that he was me to see if Mr Grant would do something with him, to find out if he does anything with me? He knows how I feel about Mr Grant. I would be totally pissed off with my brother for getting into bed with my Christmas wish! Is he gonna tell me the truth if I ask him? Probably not!

Mr Grant crosses the bridge and the road into The Village is very muddy.

"Look up ahead, guys," Mr Grant tells us. "Glad that you're dressed, now?"

We all see Mrs Smith, on the pub verandah, sweeping.

We all reply, with a combination of `I'll say!', `Absolutely!' and `Trucking hell, yeah!'

Mr Grant pulls up near her. William presses the button and his window slides down. "Good morning, Julie," Mr Grant calls through William's open window.

She stops sweeping and answers, "Good morning, Tom."

She comes across to the car and says, "It hasn't rained for so long that I'd almost forgotten what a mess mud makes." Then, as if she had overlooked us, she adds, "Hello William. Hello boys."

"Good morning, Mrs Smith," we all answer, like in the classroom.

She asks, "How did you all sleep? Were the beds comfortable and warm? And the ghosts didn't frighten you, I hope?"

We look at each other. What? She knows that the place is haunted? I hope not!

I answer, "No ghosts, Mrs Smith. And yes, my bed was very comfortable, thank you."

Karl says, "The beds are so big and soft! And I slept like a log... all night... didn't move until this morning."

I wish that Karl would `put a sock in it'! I'm over his version of the truth! Who is he kidding? Not me!

Mr Grant says, "Thank you again for yesterday, Julie. You and your husband did so much for me. How can I make it up to you both?"

"You already are!" she replies. "You and Bill. I still find it hard to believe that he has offered to restore the old pub to its former glory. All of the locals are really excited, too. Many have even offered old photographs and paintings from among their family heirlooms of how it looked in its heyday. Some paintings appear to be even older than the ones that I have displayed in the dining room."

"When our architect, Ashley Cook, is back in town, I'm sure that he'd love to see them all," Mr Grant tells her. "I think Uncle Bill said that he's coming next week."

William looks pleasantly surprised at this information. Mr Grant points and tells him directly, "But, don't you tell Marty. I want to surprise him. OK?"

William nods. At the mention of Marty's name, William tells Mrs Smith, "Actually, we're on our way to Marty's for breakfast now."

"Then I won't hold you up," Mrs Smith says. "Say hello from me to Marty, and to his mother and sister if you see them."

"Sure," Mr Grant replies. "See you later then."

"Later," she echoes. "Bye, boys!"

We all say goodbye and wave as Mr Grant drives slowly away.

Mrs Smith goes back to her sweeping.

When we turn off the wet road onto the track to Marty's place, there is a lot of water and much deeper mud.

After a couple of minutes, as we pass a clump of trees, William nudges Mr Grant. I see him wink back. Secrets?

When we round the final bend and see Marty's place, the noise of the dogs barking is more obvious than it was when we were back along the track.

Mr Grant drives around Marty's house to the back, as he planned.

We suddenly hear a very loud and angry, "Shut up!" from inside the house.

The dogs are silent!

So are we. This is not what I was expecting. Mr Grant asks, "You OK, guys?" as we pile out.

We all respond, with not much more than a very tentative `uh-huh'. Andy looks scared.

"It's OK," William tells us as we head for the door. "That's just the way that he turns off the barking. It's the only time that he raises his voice."

Stopping in the doorway, he turns and grins at Mr Grant, "Last one inside gets his bare bum slapped by everyone else!" He grins again, points and says slowly, "That would be you, brother!"

Then he ushers us inside to his room, calling on the way, "We'll be with you in a minute, Marty!"

I hear Mr Grant come in and go straight past the bedroom, to talk to Marty. With the door open I hear him say, "Hi, Marty. First off, Julie Smith says hello." Then he lowers his voice, but I can still hear clearly, "The boys are all getting ready and will be out soon. Just go easy on them, OK? They're still a little apprehensive about the dress code."

I hear Marty reply, "No worries. It'll just be breakfast as normal! Nothing more!"

Meanwhile, William leads us in stripping off and throwing our clothes onto the bottom bunk bed.

Then he says softly, "When Tom comes in, let's go to the door, two on each side so that we can all slap him as he goes out". We all think that's a great, fun idea!

Mr Grant comes in. We move. He says, "What's this? A guard of honour?"

"More like a gauntlet I reckon," William answers him. "You WERE the last one inside." He lightly slaps his own backside to indicate a softer form of what we have planned for him.

We all join in, slapping ourselves in time with each other. Like a drum beat.

Mr Grant doesn't look at all worried. In fact, he looks as though he's enjoying what we are doing. He starts to sway in time with our rhythm, and starts taking off his clothes, almost like a sort of dance. Junior starts to find some of Mr Grant's moves exciting. And, Junior is not the only one!

Mr Grant starts taking little steps in time with our beat, then suddenly dashes for the door between us! I think that Andy's hand was the only one to actually touch him, and then only slightly. Wow, he can sure move fast!

Mr Grant turns in the corridor and looks at us. "Well, come on! What are you waiting for? I thought that you were all hungry."

He looks at our erections and smiles. This is going to be fun for him and embarrassing for us. Should I follow him? Like this? What will Marty think?

William says aloud, "OK, men. Let's go." Then he whispers to us, "Into the bathroom."

We follow William. He turns his head to Mr Grant and says, "Just washing our hands before breakfast!"

William explains that washing our hands, arms and face with cold water will help `things' to go down. Yes, I remember that lesson. It wasn't the pancakes after all!

We all take turns with the cold water, and things do, indeed, start to resemble their unexcited states.

We head out to join Marty and Mr Grant.

There are six seats around a smallish table. About the same size as ours at home.

Marty says, "Hi guys. Welcome to my place. Sit wherever you want on each side. Tom and I get the two ends. I'm putting all of the food over here on the kitchen bench, where there is more room. You can bring your plates and help yourselves."

"It smells really good, Marty. Thank you." Andy tells him. Karl and I agree.

Mr Grant and William suddenly turn to look at each other, as though Andy has said something startling. And I don't understand why Mr Grant looks happy and yet about to cry. Is it something that Andy said? Didn't Dad tell us that he couldn't smell or taste things?

I'm not sure whether we should stand or sit, and I'm glad when William picks up a plate and heads towards the food. He stops next to Marty, looks at his apron (more like something Tarzan would wear up front) and says, "Hey, cousin, aren't you over-dressed with that apron on? What happened to the dress code? I'm guessing that there has to be some penalty for ignoring it!"

Without answering, Marty gives William a hard swat to the backside. I can see the reddening impression of Marty's large hand on William's light-coloured glute.

I think that William is about to come out with something like `ship' or `truck', but only says, "Crikey! What was that for?"

Marty grins and replies, "For showing too much cheek!" I get it. That's funny! An adult double-meaning. And it's not even rude.

Andy looks worried, but when he sees me smiling, he does the same.

"Plenty of food this morning, guys. Dig in. Nice sausages, too!" Marty announces.

Another double meaning. And I get that one as well. Slightly ruder. But funnier.

Marty takes off his apron, and I get a good look at what it was protecting. Another nice sausage! Haha.

We all get some food and sit down to eat. Even though I was expecting somebody to mention `sausages', nothing is said except about what it was like at the homestead last night, and the fire, and the shadows, and the ghost stories, and how good William was as a story-teller!

Andy re-tells the story of William's first meeting with a playful dolphin at the beach and how he thought that he was going to be eaten by a shark. Everyone, me included, laughs. William and Mr Grant just smile, as though they don't see the joke.

Then Andy adds his comment about how tasty the sausages are, and William and Mr Grant give each other that same look that they did earlier near the trees on the track. I still don't get it! So? The food smells good and tastes good.

I don't know what I'm not understanding. Is that another one of those adult things? Smell and taste? Maybe I should ask Andy in bed tonight if what he said has a double meaning.

"Remember the House Rule!" William warns everyone. Specifically, Karl and me. "One word of this at school tomorrow and somebody will be walking funny for a week!"

Marty adds, "Guys, we who live here take the House Rule very seriously. For the benefit of everyone now and in the future, do we all agree that nobody says anything about what they hear or see this morning?" He stretches his hand, palm-down, across the centre of the table. Mr Grant leans forward from the opposite end of the table and lays his hand on Marty's and we all follow on. Marty breaks the hand shake by pushing upwards, calling, "House Rule!" We throw our hands into the air and call out, `House Rule' as a promise to keep our mouths shut.

We take our empty plates to the sink. I offer to help wash up but Marty insists on doing it. Like Mrs Cameron did.

Andy asks, "Marty, do you have anything to cut off this plaster? I know that my arm is better underneath, and after my shower this morning, it's really annoying me.

Marty talks to Mr Grant about it.

"I don't know, Andy," Mr Grant says. "Maybe we should ask your mother."

"My mother's not here," Andy says, "and I really want it off. Now. Please!"

Marty and Mr Grant confer again, then Marty goes out to his shed, comes back with a tool that looks like Dad's tin snips and makes short work of the elbow-to-wrist plaster.

"Ooh, that feels really good. Thank you so much," Andy says, rubbing and squeezing his arm where the plaster used to be.

William says to us, "Hey guys, let's all leave our clothes off and go for a walk around Marty's property, just from here across to the river, and then we'll follow it around and come back in through the back door.

Mr Grant says that he will stay, and get dressed.

"OK. Come on," William tells us, and we follow him through the front door and head straight for the river gums.

It's different here to at our place. There's not as much water in the river and, in some places, it's quite narrow, at the bottom of steep banks that show where the water must have come up to in the past.

As we walk, some of us pick up bits of stick and throw them across to the other bank. Or clumps of dirt because there are very few actual stones. Occasionally, we come across animal bones, "Dead sheep." William tells us, and we hurl their bones instead.

At one spot, there is lots of wood where a dead branch has fallen off a tree and smashed into pieces on the ground.

We pick up one bit each that is about the length of a sword. We play sword fights, as pirates. The only trouble is that our swords keep breaking apart because the wood is so dried and fragile.

Then, Karl points out one tree on the other side and, using various bits of wood, we all use it as a target. Andy hits it more than anyone else. Some of mine fall short and others go either left or right. But I do hit it once. "I'm quitting while I'm ahead," I tell them and I keep walking.

I stop at the windmill and the water tank.

"Want to climb up and see what the view's like?" William asks, catching up to me.

He doesn't wait for an answer and starts up the metal ladder himself. Karl follows him.

"You coming too?" Andy asks me, and he follows Karl.

Before I climb after them, I look up. It's really funny seeing three naked backsides going up. Every time one of them takes a step, I can see his balls between his legs.

As I climb, I watch Andy's glutes, contracting and relaxing on either side. Fascinating from this angle! LOL.

At the top, there is a platform on which the water tank is sitting. It's wide enough to walk right around. "Just be careful," William warns us. "Keep near to the tank, and don't go right around in case Marty's mother or sister sees you from their place."

William and Karl go to the right. Andy and I go left, on the sunny side. I thought that he might be scared. Apparently not.

I can make out two houses past Marty's place. One is bigger than ours and the other one, a bit farther away, is smaller.

"Look up there!" Karl says, pointing to the top of a very tall gum tree on the other side of the river. "It looks like a giant birds' nest."

"That's a wedge-tailed eagle's nest," William tells us. "I hadn't noticed it from the ground before. Too many branches and leaves in the way!"

It's nice up here, and I imagine that I am in the crows' nest of a pirate ship. Captain Hook's ship, and we're looking for Peter Pan.

A kookaburra laughs. Then two. Very loud! In one of the trees closest to us. Then their friends down the river answer them. And we see the two in front of us fly out of the tree and head downstream.

"Do you have kookaburras near your home, Andy?" William asks him.

"I've heard them before, but have only ever seen one once," he replies. "At my place near the beach, all we ever hear is seagulls. And they don't laugh and sing. They just squawk and fight over food."

We stand and listen. Mainly for Andy's benefit, William identifies a number of different parrots that we see and hear. Galahs, pink and grey. Corellas, which look like galahs except they're nearly all white. And the sulphur-crested cockatoos, probably the noisiest of them all! And a colourful couple of others that I really hadn't taken much notice of before.

"Before we get down, do you want to see who can pee the farthest?" William says.

I think of possums.

He starts, and we watch as it curves outwards and downwards. It's easy to see where he made it to, because of the wetness of the red dirt below.

Karl and I don't get as far as William, even wiggling our penises around to try to get more distance.

Then Andy has a go. Instead of letting it go all at once, he does it in spurts, squeezing his penis then releasing it. "Like a water pistol," he tells us. And he wins!

I remember one summer when we were visiting Ma and Pa, they bought Karl and me a water pistol each. His was red and mine was blue. It was great fun running around the yard and shooting at each other. And it kept us cool in the hot weather. But we weren't allowed to use them in the house! Karl got his bum smacked by Pa one day for doing just that, when he chased me right inside!

I love the smell of the gum trees up here. It seems to be stronger at this height than down on the ground. And I'm loving just leaning against the water tank and warming myself in the sun. Like a lizard. LOL.

"Be careful on the way down," William warns us. "Hold on tightly and keep close to the ladder. Don't lean backwards. Me first."

Same order going down.

"Cute arse!" William says as he watches me, slowly, take the final few rungs before I step off onto the ground.

I remember the day that he made that comment to the barber in Big Town.

For his trouble, I `give him the finger'. Both hands!

Everyone laughs, including William.

"Look! Emus!" Karl says pointing across the river. I catch sight of them running away.

"Did you see them, Andy?" William asks him. He nods. William jokes, "They must have taken a look at your dick and got scared!"

"More likely, yours!" Andy is quick to respond, pointing at `Big'. We all laugh!

I'm having fun! Looking at Andy's smiling face, I can tell that he is too. Happy!

William leads us to "the old dunny". It's the one that Karl and I could see from the other side of the river when we walked down this way. I'm interested to look at the row of holes and ask William what they are for.

We go inside. There is nothing to see, really.

"This used to be the dunny for the house," William tells us. "But, when Marty moved in, he put in a modern toilet so that it flushes and you don't have to come out here to do it. Better than the hole in the ground at school!"

"And the one at our place!" Karl chimes in.

"What are the holes for?" I ask, pointing to the row of different sizes.

"Ah! They're special!" he says. He pauses as though he is making up another ghost story. "Marty's brothers made the holes for the three of them to use."

I'm interested in what he's going to say next. Andy looks at me and smirks. Maybe we're thinking the same thing!

William almost disappoints me when he says, "You get to choose a hole. Then you have to back away from it as far as you think you can so that when you pee, it goes through the hole and not on the wall. If your aim is good and it goes through, you get one point for each centimetre that you are away from the wall. And, you get extra points for using the smaller holes. But, if you wet the wall, you get zero and have to clean it all up."

That sounds pretty stupid to me.

He goes on, "Pity we have all just peed from up on the tank stand, or we could try it out."

Andy steps up to the holes and pokes his cock through one, as though he is measuring something.

"I wouldn't do that, if I were you," William says. "Especially with those hungry kookaburras about, outside. They might think that it's a small snake for breakfast!"

"That could be painful!" Karl says.

Andy backs away pretty quickly.

As we go outside and head back towards the house, Andy whispers to me, "I can think of another use for one of those smaller holes."

Haha. He and I were on the same wavelength!

Karl jokes about Andy getting his dick bitten off by a kookaburra, and we have fun saying whose would make the best meal. William's wins!

When we walk back in, we are still laughing. It seems to brighten up Mr Grant, too. Was he just worried that something might happen to us? Or did he miss us?

He smiles and gives each of us a hug, then I rummage through the pile of clothes on the bed to find mine, and start to get dressed.

Everybody attempts to tell Mr Grant what we did. All at once.

"The river is amazing," Andy tells him, while pulling his underpants up over his cock and balls, then hitching them up at the back. "You should have seen all of the birds, Tom. There were kookaburras and heaps of different parrots and we even saw a couple of emus on the other side of the river." Then he adjusts everything so that it's more comfortable.

"Not like back on the Gold Coast, eh?" Mr Grant reminds him, looking at him strangely.

I'm aware of it too. Andy is suddenly speaking like one of us, and not how I first heard him and thought that he sounded like a little kid.

"No," Andy immediately replies. "All I ever see back home is squawking seagulls that argue over bits of food that tourists throw to them. And those ugly black and white, dirty-looking ibis scavengers that continually pull rubbish out of the bins with their long, curved bills. The birds out here are colourful and beautiful."

"And," Karl throws in, with one arm through his shirt sleeve and popping his head out, "we saw an eagles' nest, way up high at the top of one of the trees."

Will adds, "Tom, do you remember that pair of wedge-tailed eagles that we saw dancing together months ago? You know, the ones that I painted?" Without waiting for any response, from Mr Grant, he adds, "Well, I reckon that the nest has to be theirs. I hadn't noticed it until Karl pointed it out."

Karl shows his white-teeth at being credited with its discovery.

"And," I tell Mr Grant, while putting my shoes on, "we climbed up the ladder of the windmill."

"I hope that Marty's sister didn't see all your naked bodies up there," he teases.

William comments, "Nah, she couldn't have. The ladder is on the river side of the windmill. We could only see her place from the very top and, besides, her eyesight couldn't be that good." He laughs. So, do the rest of us.

"And Will showed us the `Mens Room', too," Andy chirps.

Karl and I giggle.

William grins.

Mr Grant gives William a more serious look.

"And he showed us the holes," I add.

"Oh, did he?" Mr Grant asks, staring at William.

"And he showed us what they were for," Karl adds, and turns to me, as if seeing whether it's OK to tell Mr Grant.

"Really?" is all that Mr Grant says.

"Yeah," Karl continues. "When he showed us what they were for, we were all going to have a go, but we had already done it when we were up on the tank stand.

Mr Grant is now frowning at William. William is just grinning back at him.

Mr Grant isn't saying anything, so Andy fills him in. As if he wouldn't know! "Yeah, you have to stand in front of a hole and pee through it without wetting the wall. The one who can back away the farthest from the wall and still pee through the hole is the winner!"

The smile on William's face almost erupts into laughter!

Mr Grant exhales loudly, relaxes and asks, "And who won when you were up on the tank stand?"

We all point at Andy, who raises his fist in triumph. "Water pistol!"

After a moment, Andy tugs on Mr Grant's sleeve and puts his hand to his mouth, like he wants to tell him a secret. Mr Grant bends down and I hear Andy tell him, "I can think of another use for one of the smaller holes."

Why would he say that to Mr Grant?

Mr Grant makes no reply, except to say, "Come on, guys. Let's say thanks and good-bye to Marty, and we'll head up to the school to organise things for Andy to start tomorrow."

"Then, can we go back out to the homestead?" William asks. "I want to have a good look around. Everything has either been rushed or it's been too dark whenever we've been out there." He looks at Karl, Andy and me and asks us, "What do you say, guys?"

"Hell, Yeah!" we chorus.

 

Marty has already cleaned up. However, he is still naked, and with us having spent the morning having breakfast with him and Mr Grant like that, it now seems sort-of `normal', just like for Karl and me at home.

Andy, Karl and I thank him and head for the car parked at the back door.

William isn't with us and I'm not sure what he is doing. Suddenly we all hear a loud slap, which is followed by William running through the back door, launching himself from the top step and dashing past us towards the Beast. He jumps into the front passenger's seat and pulls the door closed behind him.

Marty appears at the back door, rubbing his backside. Then he pounds his fist into his other palm, in a threatening gesture towards William. I can tell from the grin on his face that he's only joking!

William leans out of the window and says, "Payback!" then bursts out laughing, pointing towards Marty.

We all get in, and I think about all of the fun that these two cousins must have with each other. And wonder if Karl and I are missing out on anything.

 

Mr Grant drives up to the school. William puts out his hand for the school keys and we follow him to the door.

I look behind us to see if Mr Grant is coming, but he is just standing next to The Beast, looking around and, appears to be thinking about something.

We go inside. William, knowing all of us pretty well, even Andy, suggests that Andy sit next to me, with him at the end and Karl next to Jake.

I have no problem with that. I hope that, by now, me sitting next to Andy and `rubbing shoulders with him', won't cause him any embarrassing, uncontrollable moments. An erection, under the desk, would be OK, but spurting wouldn't be!

"What do you think, Karl?" I ask my brother. I'm sure that he'll be happy with Jake alongside him and William on the other side. With their knees touching.

He nods as if he is actually assessing the situation. "Yep," he says. "Works for me!"

William, Karl and I sit in our proposed seats and William indicates the vacant one between him and me for Andy.

"You OK with that Andy?" I ask him.

"Yes, I guess," he answers.

What else could he say?

Mr Grant comes in on the tail end of our discussion and offers an alternative.

"What if we have Andy next to Jake then Will at the end, then Karl then Kurt, opposite Andy?"

I think that's all right too. Jake won't have to move. Karl will still be able to `rub knees' with William and be opposite Jake. Andy and I will face each other, and possibly reduce any unnecessary touching. Better for him! Plus, I can stare into his Ron-lookalike eyes.

William and Karl say, "Yeah. That works."

And we move our belongings around.

"Come on, Andy," William says, assuming the role of Mr Grant's deputy while Jane isn't here. "We'll show you around properly."

We do a brief circuit. We go through the classroom door and straight into the Craft room. William points out all of the art and craft materials. Karl shows him the sports gear. Then Andy follows them back into the classroom via the storeroom.

"And this is the store room," I say, tailing close behind him. For fun, I say, "Keep up!" then give his handsome tail a friendly swat.

He turns and looks at me, smiles, but says nothing.

"There's more!" William says, and leads the way out towards the boys' toilet. He jumps off the verandah, and we play `follow the leader', copying his actions. Even Andy. His legs look stronger. He doesn't comment, but I notice.

Having already peed at Marty's place, what we do, with just a squirt or two, is not much more than a token of hanging out together!

When we go back to the classroom, I tell Mr Grant, "We're just going over to our place to sort out some extra clothes for Andy to wear." Then I add, "By the way, where is he going to sleep tonight? Marty's place? Or are we going to stay out at the homestead, seeing that we're going back out there for a proper look-around?"

"Well," Mr Grant starts, "I think I can guess where all of you want to stay, but we'd better check with your Dad first, and give Marty the courtesy of letting him know too."

High-fives all around, and a `Hell, Yeah' or two, or four. Including a `trucking...' version.

Then Mr Grant says to Karl and me, "How would you both like to come into Big Town with Andy, Will and me next Saturday - if that's OK with your dad as well?"

"Wow! Thank you, Mr Grant," Karl replies. "We haven't been into Big Town for... AGES!"

"Dad's car is there now," Karl says. "We'll go and ask him."

He and William head off.

Andy and I follow. I'd really like to hold his hand, but that could be a bad idea. Instead, we play pretend sword fights with invisible swords on the way.

By the time that Andy and I get inside, Karl has already asked about us staying out at the homestead, and going into Big Town next Saturday. All good!

"Oh, hello Ms O'Sullivan," I say, remembering my manners.

"Hello Kurt," she answers, and adds, "Hello Andy. How are you feeling?"

"I'm great, Ms O'Sullivan," Andy replies. "Thank you."

We could spend time in our bedroom, but Dad suggests a game of Monopoly. William groans and suggests gin rummy instead. We switch to dominoes at some stage. With coffee and cookies.

Dad says to us, "Helen is going to make Sunday lunch for everyone. I'll just head over to the school to ask Mr Grant if he'd like to join us."

I leave William, Karl and Andy to play and I walk over to the kitchen bench. "Would you like me to give you a hand with anything, Ms O'Sullivan? I'm pretty handy in the kitchen, plus I know where everything is."

"That's very kind of you Kurt," she says, and gives me a quick one-armed cuddle.

As she names stuff, I find it for her. We smile at each other.

I really like her. And I can tell that Dad does too. Lots.

 

I mentally do a head-count and figure that with Dad, Mr Grant, Ms O'Sullivan, William, Andy, Karl and me, we don't have enough chairs to fit everyone around the table. Even if two people used the lounge chairs that is still not enough, unless somebody sits on the rug.

I mention it to Ms O'Sullivan and, instead of making each person a separate plate of lunch, she proposes putting everything out on the kitchen bench, and then people can take whatever they like, and leave whatever they don't like. I know that William will like everything! And, I learn a new word, `smorgasbord'.

"Why don't you and Dad and Mr Grant eat at the table?" I suggest to her, "And we four guys can all take our plates and sit on Karl's and my beds. Then we can talk. And you can talk out here."

"Excellent!" Ms O'Sullivan says. "Your Dad told me that you were smart! Now I can see why."

"No big deal," I reply. "It's the obvious solution when you think about it."

She smirks, and I wonder whether she had already thought of something similar or, maybe, is just being nice to me and complimentary. Whatever! It doesn't matter! I like her.

Five minutes later Dad and Mr Grant appear.

As they cross the verandah, I see Dad touch his nose, like he does when there's a grown-up secret going on.

Mr Grant nods.

What secret could those two possibly have?

Is it about me?

Well, it can't be anything bad, because Mr Grant is smirking! And he's not looking at me.

 

(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

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