Kurt
Life in The
Village, through the eyes of a student at the remote school.
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 34:
"Thanks," I say.
"I enjoyed that! You were better than good. You were excellent! I can see why
Mr Grant was so happy the other night!"
"Can we not even
mention that again, please?" William asks. "You promised."
"Not even to you?"
I ask.
"Can we let it go,
please?" William says. "You've had your lesson."
"Are you mad at
me, William?" I ask.
"No, I suppose
not," he says. "But, let's drop it. OK?"
"OK." I reply.
Then I add, "But if you think of anything that you've missed, you will let me
know, won't you? Please."
"Deal," he says,
showing a bit of a smirk. And then asks, "Is there anything to eat around
here?"
Chapter
35 – Goldilocks and the Pirates
We get dressed and
head out into the kitchen.
William knows
where all the food is. Or was!
Because we haven't
been here for a week, and because Dad and Ms O'Sullivan probably eat out at
Whispering Gums, there's not a lot to choose from.
However, Dad has
been here, so there's milk and sugar for the coffee. William finds an unopened
box of crackers in the back of the cupboard and some cheese in the
refrigerator. "This'll do!" he says.
We are eating
crackers with cheese, and drinking our coffee, when Ms O'Sullivan's Council SUV
pulls up.
I'm glad that our
lesson in the bedroom didn't go for any longer! Anyway, I think that I know enough
now to make Andy happy. Maybe I'll be able to surprise Mr Grant, too, sometime.
It's a pity that I won't get to show Ron what I can do. He would certainly have
been surprised! Pleasantly, I'd bet!
Dad and Ms
O'Sullivan walk in, arm in arm, obviously not expecting anyone to be here. They
stop just inside the doorway when they see us.
"Kurt! William!"
Dad says. What are you doing here?"
"I live here,
remember?" I say, in my best smart-alec tone. Then, with the back of one hand
on my forehead and the other over my heart, I put some of my acting ability to
good use and really ham it up. "Oh, woe is me! Alas, I haven't been gone for a
week, and already I am forgotten! Oh, misery! Oh, pain!"
Ms O'Sullivan
applauds. "Bravo!" she calls. "Encore!"
Dad joins the applause
but says, "Don't encourage him, Helen, or he'll be learning Shakespeare next.
Romeo and Juliet probably."
"I know who
William Shakespeare was," I say. I pause, think, then ask, "Did he write any
pirate plays?"
Ms O'Sullivan
smiles and tells me, "I think you will find, Kurt, when you read a couple of
his plays, that they were a lot more blood-thirsty than some of the pirate
tales that you would have heard."
"Really?" I say,
and think that Shakespeare will be on my book list the next time we visit the
library in Cunnamulla.
Dad cuts in. "So,
let me repeat my question and ask what you are doing here. I thought that today
was the excursion into Big Town to buy Andy some extra clothes."
I'm glad that I
don't have to lie about anything, because William jumps to my defence. "You
see, Mr Andersen, Kurt said that he wasn't feeling well this morning. He
thought he had a bout of the `runs', and that he'd better stay close to a
toilet, instead of being caught short in the middle of nowhere or, even worse,
in Mr Grant's new car."
"Are you OK,
dear?" Ms O'Sullivan asks. "How are you feeling now?"
"I'm actually
feeling pretty good, actually," I tell her. "I had one pretty big ... `release',
not too long ago, actually."
They all look at
me. Was it something that I said? Do I look or sound nervous? William knows
that my words are accurate enough, even though my `release' wasn't quite what
Dad and Ms O'Sullivan would have interpreted it to be. Similar region of the
anatomy though.
William adds, "And
I offered to stay with him, in case he needed any help, and Mr Grant said that
if anything serious happened, that I could run over to get Mrs Smith from the
pub."
Dad says, "Well, I
don't see Mrs Smith, so I assume that nothing bad has happened."
"Actually, the
exact opposite," I tell him. "I actually feel terrific.
"There are other
words that you can use instead of `actually', you know," Dad says.
"Oh, no!" I begin
to act out again, "Even with school finished for the week, I can't get away
from English lessons! Tormented in my own home! Is there no rest for the
wicked?"
"Do you mean `no
rest for the weary'?" Dad asks.
"Yes, that too.
Anyway," I say, "I see shopping bags. I don't suppose that there is any food in
there? William is starving."
"Did I say that?"
William asks, turning to give me the `evil eye', and looking embarrassed at me
dobbing him in.
"Of course," Ms
O'Sullivan answers. "We didn't know if anyone would be here, or not, so Mrs
Cameron has sent home some roast lamb, vegetables and apple tarts. Plus a few
other bits and pieces. And if none of you was here, there would be multiple
servings for your father and me."
Needless to say,
William and I join Dad and Ms O'Sullivan in a feast.
Dad comments, "I
hope that this food doesn't upset your stomach again. That would be a waste of
good food!"
"I'll be fine," I
say, and glance at William. He smirks.
The mood is very
happy.
We play cards.
Coffee.
Apple tarts.
We hear The Beast
approaching. I look at my watch. Doesn't the time go fast, when you're doing things
that you enjoy? Like playing cards with my Dad. And having apple tarts with
William and Ms O'Sullivan. And having my brother's best friend teach me how to
suck a cock properly?
The growl becomes
a brief purr, and then it is silent.
The four of us go
out onto the verandah to meet them.
Mr Grant comes up
to us first, shakes hands with Dad, says hello to Ms O'Sullivan, ruffles my
hair then asks me, "Hi Kurt. How are you feeling? You look a lot brighter. I
was worried about you."
"I feel great,
thank you," I tell him. "I seem to have recovered pretty quickly. Maybe it
would have been OK for me to come with you after all."
Karl and Andy join
us. Andy is wearing jeans. Like mine. And a shirt. Like mine.
"How did it go?" I
ask both of them, then I say to Andy, "For a moment there I thought that I was
going to see you wearing a hat, like mine!"
"It's in the car!"
Karl says. He laughs. Andy goes back to retrieve it.
Karl comments, "I
thought that you'd be impressed! And I didn't have to suggest anything. It was
weird. Andy chose everything that matches yours. Has he ever even seen your
good clothes?"
"I don't think
so," I tell him. "Oh, yes, he did last Saturday." Then I have a great idea. I
whisper it to my brother.
Andy saunters back
towards us. I love the way he is deliberately walking. Like a cowboy who has
just got off his horse.
"Have you all
eaten?" Ms O'Sullivan asks Mr Grant, meaning him, Karl and Andy.
When Mr Grant
tells her that they all had a hamburger in Big Town, Ms O'Sullivan says, "Oh,
well. How about tea or coffee with some apple tarts? I think there are enough
left."
We all go inside.
Karl, Andy and I head straight for my bedroom. Karl and I change into our `good
clothes', and we stand and look at the three of us. "The hats!" Karl says, and
he retrieves his and mine.
It was William who
had suggested that we look like triplets when we were naked. Now, with almost
identical clothes, that could be even more believable!
We venture out
into where the adults are, and William. LOL. We pose.
Dad whistles.
I hear William
whisper, "Trucking hell!"
And Mr Grant had
better close his mouth or he could catch flies!
Ms O'Sullivan
comes to us and somehow manages to gather all three of us into one big hug,
which makes me feel like a little chicken being fussed over by mother hen.
"Well, don't you three boys look amazing!" she clucks.
I like her.
We go back into my
room. Karl and I change back and put our good clothes away.
"What else did you
get?" I ask Andy.
"Not much," he
says. "Two pairs of shorts, two shirts and some underwear and socks. Oh, and a
pair of blue jeans so that I can go horse riding with Jake tomorrow morning."
Then he adds, "Tom wanted me to get more, but I felt bad about him paying for
so much stuff."
Karl adds, "Mr
Grant told him it was OK, but Andy insisted that what he had already was
enough."
"At least you'll
get two week's wear out of them before you have to go home," I tell him.
"I'll show you
when we get back to Tom's place," he says.
After lemonade and
apple tarts, Dad and Ms O'Sullivan hug Karl and me, anticipating that we are
all about to leave. "See you Friday afternoon," Dad says. Then he adds, "How
would you all like to spend next weekend out at Whispering Gums? Mr and Mrs
Cameron have invited everyone out there. That includes Andy, Will and Tom," he
says, acknowledging each of them.
Andy looks at me
and probably sees my eyes light up. He smiles. I'm not sure whether William has
ever been out there. I remember that he did have the opportunity last holidays,
but couldn't come with us because he went to stay with Mr Grant and his
parents. Karl nudges him and he smiles. I guess that it's all decided then!
Except for Mr Grant.
"What do you say,
Tom?" Ms O'Sullivan asks.
"Is there room for
all of us?" he puts to her.
"There's a bunk
house for all of the guys, and I can stay in the homestead," she answers. "The
Camerons have a few guest rooms inside."
"In that case," Mr
Grant says, "why don't I drive the boys out there after school Friday
afternoon? That will save you a trip back into town, assuming you'll be staying
out there Thursday night."
"Done!" Dad says,
and pulls Andy into a hug. "See you Friday, Champ."
I have a thought. I
motion William, Karl and Andy back into the bedroom.
We have a quick
discussion and it's decided, but I have to ask Dad the question first.
"Dad?" I say, "Can
we talk, outside?"
He looks at me
strangely, but follows me to the verandah.
"What's up, buddy?"
he asks.
"Dad, are you and
Ms O'Sullivan going to stay here tonight?"
"Umm, why?" Dad
asks me, obviously a little uneasy and tossing around in his mind a couple of
things that I've already thought of.
"If you are
staying the night, may Andy and I stay here too, while Mr Grant takes William
and Karl back out to the homestead?" I put to him.
"But, what...?" he
starts.
"Dad. If you and
Ms O'Sullivan want to sleep together in your room, you can close the door. Andy
and I will close ours too. It's OK. You don't have to pretend to me, Dad. I
know what's going on between you two."
Dad just stares at
me.
I add, "And, may
you please drive Andy to Thunungara in the morning so that he can go horse
riding with Jake?"
"What would you do
while Andy is horse riding with Jake? Aren't you going to join them?" Dad asks,
not wanting to confront the real `elephant in the room', which would be him and
MS O'Sullivan sleeping together..
"Well, I haven't
been invited. Besides, you know that I would much prefer to be driving a Land
Rover than riding a horse!" I smile at him. "I thought that I might be able to
help you clean up here. I don't think that Karl will be too upset if I do his
jobs. Besides, I like Ms O'Sullivan too."
Dad grabs me in a
hug. "I love you, son," he says. "You are growing up way too fast!"
I tell him the
rest of my plan. "If you and Ms O'Sullivan want to go back out to Whispering
Gums sometime tomorrow after Andy comes back, he and I can look after ourselves
for the night, and get ready for school on Monday morning, like Karl and I do.
Then we can all go back with Mr Grant after school."
He doesn't let me
go, and I hug him tightly. "I love you too, Dad" I say. "You look so happy
lately!"
When he finally
releases me, I think that his eyes are a bit misty. "Dust in your eyes?" I ask.
He musses my hair
and swats me on the tail. I wonder if that is body language for `I love you!
Cheeky!'
Then, I think,
what does it mean when Mr Grant does that to me? Maybe it is only saying, `You
are cheeky!' Maybe not.
"If you check that
everything's OK with Ms O'Sullivan," I say, "then I'll clear it with Mr Grant.
We go back in and
Dad beckons Ms O'Sullivan to join him on the verandah.
William, Karl,
Andy and I surround Mr Grant. "What's going on?" he asks.
"Well," I explain.
"Jake has invited Andy to go horse riding with him tomorrow, and Dad has agreed
to drive him up there if Andy and I stay here for the night. Dad'll be here
too." I omit Ms O'Sullivan from the equation. "Then, Andy and I will come over
to the school on Monday morning and go back to your place with you in the
afternoon. Is that OK?"
Mr Grant looks at
our four faces. Grinning. Willing him to agree. His face changes to a smirk and
then to a broad smile. He doesn't have to actually say anything. He's good at
maths and logic! He's worked it out.
`Yeah!', `Hell
yeah!' and `Trucking hell yeah!' quietly express our enthusiasm.
"Mrs Smith always
puts on a good Saturday night dinner," Dad comments. "What do you say? An early
dinner for seven at the pub?"
Following total
agreement from us, he says, "OK. Helen and I will walk over now and organise
everything."
Mr Grant says,
"Well, I might wander over to the school and get a few things ready for
Monday".
"Can we help too?"
Andy asks.
I don't correct
his English, but I ask, "May we please help you, Mr Grant?"
He smiles at me; and
at the result of his English lessons.
I look at William and
Karl. Their faces are stretched in a broad smile.
And that's not the
only part of them that I notice becoming somewhat stretched! William's is a
larger version of Karl's.
When Mr Grant,
Andy and I head over towards the school, we see Dad and Ms O'Sullivan just
going into the pub.
By the time I
count to ten, I'm betting that Karl and William already have their hands inside
each other's pants.
Another ten, and
they will have their pants off.
Yet another ten
and I think that they'd better be quick; they wouldn't want Dad and Ms
O'Sullivan to catch them, because they might only be a few minutes at the pub.
If it was Andy and me, I'd be mucking around with him in the lounge room so
that I could see Dad coming, through the windows. I hope that either William or
Karl thinks to do that!
Mr Grant tells
Andy and me what he would like from the store room. We fetch things and put
them on the correct desks for the little kids.
Then, "I think I
need to go to the toilet," Andy says. "I haven't been all morning."
"Me either," I
tell him and, as I turn, I catch the smirk on Mr Grant's face. I follow Andy
out of the door.
"You start first,"
I tell Andy, instead of me just hanging out with him. I like the sight of his
longer-than-mine peeing. Then I move behind him and reach around to his front.
His cock goes from mostly soft to definitely hard.
"You know what
happens when you touch me first," Andy says. He sounds concerned but not upset.
"Yeah!" I tell
him. "Is that OK?"
He replies,
"Trucking... I mean fucking hell, yeah!"
While I'm jerking
his cock, he reaches behind him and holds onto Junior.
It takes less than
a minute!
I step back, go
and fetch him some toilet paper, and he wipes himself. After tomorrow, there
will be another way to clean him up! LOL.
I take Junior out
and let fly, hosing all of Andy's white stuff down the drain.
"You want me to do
you?" he asks.
"Tonight!" is all
that I say. He hugs me.
We head back to
the classroom. Mr Grant says nothing, but I'll bet that he can tell everything
from the smiles on our faces, so nobody needs to speak.
After dinner, Andy
retrieves all of his new clothes from The Beast and gives half to me to carry
back to our place.
Mr Grant thanks
Dad for dinner, also says goodbye to Ms O'Sullivan, Andy and me, and we wave
them off. It feels really weird watching my brother disappearing with William
and my Christmas wish. And my birthday wish. LOL.
Andy and I walk
ahead of Dad and Ms O'Sullivan. When we go inside, I organise a pair of Kurt's
pyjamas for Andy. He didn't bring his in with him and didn't buy new ones.
"You guys want to
get ready for bed?" Dad asks.
Then, before he
asks about it, I tell him, "Andy and I are going to shower together, like Karl
and I do."
I look at his face
for any shock or surprise. Nothing. Good! Did I just see a smirk on Ms
O'Sullivan's face before she turned away?
Andy and I really
enjoy soaping each other up.
"Love your longer
one!" I tell him quietly, stroking his soapy cock.
"Love your thicker
one!" he tells me back.
I have to stop him
before I spurt. I growl, "Later, in bed."
I turn the water
temperature to cool, to help us `settle everything down'.
"Are you boys too
old for a bedtime story?" Ms O'Sullivan asks as we exit the bathroom, cooled
down and pyjamaed.
"I don't think
so," I tell her, and ask, "Are you any good at making up stories, without
reading chapters from a book?"
"I guess so," she
says. "I haven't done that for years. What would you like to hear?"
I smile.
"Goldilocks and the three... pirates."
Andy laughs. So
does Dad. "Give me a little time to think about it?" Ms O'Sullivan asks.
"Sure," I say.
"We'll go and get ready."
Andy and I head to
the bedroom. Andy climbs into Karl's bed and I get into mine. We both prop
ourselves up with our pillows.
When Dad comes in,
he sits at the foot of my bed. Ms O'Sullivan sits with Andy.
She begins, "Once
upon a time, there was a small ship that was manned by three pirates. There was
the captain pirate who had a loud, scary voice, the first mate pirate who was
also the cook, and the young, newbie pirate, who had been shanghaied and really
hadn't learnt much at all about pirating, yet." Andy and I laugh. Dad looks
equally amused. And impressed.
Ms O'Sullivan
tells the story of a breakfast consisting of stale bread and the mate's
over-heated fish stew, which made the hungry captain very angry. So, all of the
pirates went for a row in their dinghy, to allow both the captain and the stew
time to cool down. It was the newbie pirate who was made to do the rowing, even
though it really should have been the cook!
Then there was the
stowaway. Not a girl, but a handsome young man with long blond hair. "About
your age, and who probably looked a lot like you," Ms O'Sullivan throws in,
pointing to Andy. He giggles. So do I. "Because of his hair, his nickname had
always been `Goldilocks' which he hated, and that is why, one night, he ran
away from home."
That was the same
night, before the fish-stew breakfast. Goldilocks had run to the waterfront.
When he saw the little ship that was tied up to the dock, he crept up the
gangplank and hid himself on board until morning.
"Where did he
hide?" Andy asks.
Ms O'Sullivan is
quick. "You know what? He was so good at hiding that even I don't know where he
was!"
We all laugh and
she continues.
She tells us that
Goldilocks was hungry and, having heard the pirates leave the ship, he went
down below to investigate. He tried all three servings of the breakfast that he
discovered and, finding one to his liking, ate it all.
I'm expecting
Goldilocks to find three chairs next. However, Ms O'Sullivan surprises me.
"Goldilocks," she
tells us, "because he had left his home in a hurry, didn't take extra clothes,
and was cold. He discovered the captain's heavy coat and tried it on, but found
it way too heavy for him. Then he discovered the mate's jacket. It was covered
in food splatters from things that he had cooked yesterday, last week and the
month before. It was too smelly. Then he discovered the newbie pirate's coat.
It was very much like a blanket with arm holes. When Goldilocks wrapped it
around himself, he found it very comfortable, so he left it on."
"Goldilocks had
not had much sleep during the night, hiding away, wherever that was, on the
ship." Ms O'Sullivan looks from Andy to me.
She has thrown
that last bit in because she still can't make up a good hiding place, I'll bet!
"So, he looked for
a comfortable place to have a rest. The captain's thin rug on a wooden kind of
bed wasn't a good place to lie. He tried it. Too hard. The mate's rug across
bags of flour and rice wasn't any good either. Too lumpy. Then, in a really
dark corner of the cabin, Goldilocks discovered a fishing net, hung up by two
ends, not far off the floor. He'd seen a hammock before, so he managed to tuck
up the blanket coat and climb onto the netting. He made himself quite
comfortable and, with the gentle rocking of the ship, quickly dropped off to
sleep."
"He didn't hear
the dinghy bump into the ship. Nor the three pirates as they came back on
board. Nor the bad language of the captain, who was still paying out on the
mate for delaying breakfast. And, Goldilocks wouldn't have heard the newbie
pirate, because he was too afraid to say anything when the captain was in a bad
mood."
"It didn't take
the pirates long to discover that `some filthy rat has been helping itself to
me breakfast!', roared the captain. `It must have been a smart rat, captain,'
the newbie pirate told him, `because it used a spoon. Look! And Mr Mate's food.
And mine,' he added."
Ms O'Sullivan is
very good at making different voices; a deep, booming one for the captain and a
squeaky one for the newbie pirate.
"The mate picked
up his large serving spoon and clunked the young newbie pirate on the head with
it. `Speak when you're spoken too, scurvy scum!' the mate said. And the newbie
pirate cowered, rubbing his head."
Ms O'Sullivan's
voice for the mate is growly. Andy and I laugh when she closes one eye and then
adds, "Aaaarrrr!"
"Goldilocks is
awake after hearing the captain's anger and, seeing what the mate did to the
newbie pirate, he is afraid. Too afraid to move, and definitely too afraid to
speak. Almost too afraid to breathe in case they hear it and see him. He's glad
that he is in a dark corner."
"The captain sees
that his coat has been moved. `Some varmint has dared to touch me personal
belongings!' he roars. The mate notices that his coat is in a different place
too. The newbie pirate squeaks, `Somebody has stolen my jacket. It's gone.'
"Clunk! Aaaarrrr!"
Now, I can always
tell if Karl has been sitting on my bed. And it's not just the imprint of his
backside that gives it away. Even if he attempts, rarely, to straighten
everything. It was just never the same as how I left it.
So, I suppose that
the three pirates were also able to tell that something else was wrong, apart
from the food and the clothes.
Ms O'Sullivan
continues. "The captain roars louder than before, `Somebody's aaaarrrrse has
been on me blanket!' He is definitely not happy."
I'm shocked at Ms
O'Sullivan's language. Not shocked like Mum would have been, but amusingly
surprised that she's not afraid to use those words in front of Andy and me. We
look at each other and then burst out laughing. Dad tries not to.
"The mate must
have noticed something too. `Aaaarrrr!' he growls. He just closes one eye and
looks around for someone to clunk."
"The young newbie
pirate says nothing but cowers and covers his head, just in case, and having
seen that both the captain's and the mate's beds have been `sat on', goes to
his own dark corner to check. He stops and stares at Goldilocks' terrified
face. He puts his finger to his lips, for Goldilocks to stay quiet, then turns
around to face the captain and the mate. `Well?' the captain asks. He replies,
`He's been here too. And, I'll bet, captain, that right now he's hiding up on
deck, or maybe trying to steal the dinghy!' `I'll run him through!' the captain
roars, drawing and waving his sword around and stomping out of the cabin. The
mate brandishes his spoon and follows the captain. `Quick!' the newbie pirate
whispers to Goldilocks. `You don't want them to catch you or they'll either
kill you or turn you into another slave, like me. Come on. I'll distract them
and you can get away.' They get to the cabin door and look around. `Go!' the
newbie pirate tells Goldilocks while the captain and the mate are looking over
the other side, checking the dinghy."
"I'll bet that
Goldilocks gets caught," Andy says, "And that he'll get clunked by the mate,
then become the newbie, newbie pirate!"
Ms O'Sullivan
continues, "The newbie pirate gives Goldilocks enough time to get a head start
on the dock then calls out, `There he goes captain! I'll get him! I can run
really fast!' He doesn't wait to get clunked and dashes down the gangplank and
takes off after Goldilocks. He hears a clunk and a loud `AAAARRRR' and looks
around to see the captain with the serving spoon in his hand and the mate
rubbing his head. The newbie pirate catches up to Goldilocks. He really can run
fast! Goldilocks says, `Come on. Come home with me. It will be better than
living with those two!' The newbie pirate doesn't have to think about it for
more than two rapid beats of his heart, and the two of them keep running."
Then Ms O'Sullivan
finishes with, "When Goldilocks told his mother what the pirates had done, she
said that the boy could stay with them. Goldilocks never complained about his
nickname ever again, and his friend `Newbie' and he grew up happy together."
Andy and I clap.
Dad joins in. "Thank you," I tell her. "That was brilliant!"
Andy asks, "May I
please add a little bit more to the story?"
"Of course!" Ms
O'Sullivan tells him.
We all look at
each other, in surprise, then at Andy, and wait.
He takes a deep
breath. "Goldilocks' father was away at sea on a ship, so in the house there
was only Goldilocks and his mother and his little sister. `How did you become a
pirate?' Goldilocks asks Newbie. `My older brother was a carpenter in a town a
long way from here,' he replies. `He was teaching me to be one too, and reckons
that I'd make a good one. One night, when I went with him to the tavern, as he
liked to do, I went outside to go to the toilet, the pirates put a sack over my
head and carried me off. And we never went back.'"
Andy has not only
my interest, but Dad's and Ms O'Sullivan's too.
He pauses to
think, then goes on. "'We have a carpenter here in town,' Goldilocks' mother
says. `But he's not very good. Maybe he will give you a job.' Then she says
that she has to go down to the market to get some fresh food, so Goldilocks
takes Newbie up the ladder and shows him the tiny room that they will be
sharing. After a while, Goldilocks' mother returns and tells them all, `The
strangest thing has happened. The town carpenter has disappeared and the little
ship that was down at the dock last night has gone too. Everyone was talking
about it at the market. Not so much about the ship, but about the carpenter.
They all have work to be done and now there's nobody to do it for them.' Then
she smiles and turns to Newbie. `How would you like to be the new town
carpenter? You might even get rich!' Of course, Newbie agrees and Goldilocks'
mum takes the whole family down to the marketplace and introduces Newbie to her
friends. One says, `Young carpenter, eh? Well you may as well have all the
tools that our missing friend left at my place. The job was only half-finished.
But if he shows up, you'll have to give them back to him.' The missing
carpenter never returned and Newbie was paid well by the people because of the
excellent work that he did. Goldilocks' dad was happy too, when he came back
home to find that all of the leaks in his roof had been fixed and that his
doors and windows now all opened and closed easily. Goldilocks and Newbie grew
up together like brothers and everyone lived happily ever after."
I find it
difficult to believe that I'm hearing this from Andy's mouth. It was not long
ago that he was talking like a really little kid and not walking properly. I
think that his brain is better than mine. Maybe. Well, as good as! Maybe better
than Karl's though. Not to mention Andy's great body! Junior is definitely
happy with his new friend.
There is more
applause from Ms O'Sullivan, Dad and me. Andy's face is beaming. Andy and I
both get a hug and a kiss good night from Ms O'Sullivan and my Dad. I love my
Dad. Lights out. Door closed.
Silence. Then Andy
says, "I like her."
"So do I," I tell
him, as I slide into Karl's bed, without my pyjama pants, and clutching my
spunk cloth.
I decide not to
touch him first, for obvious reasons! I want him to `discover' my below-waist
nakedness. He reaches for the front of my pyjama pants but, instead, finds
Junior `in the flesh', waiting, and responding. He spends little time getting
Junior fully excited before I do the same to him. It only seems like seconds
before he's stiffly hard as well.
"You'd better not
mess Karl's pyjamas!" I tell him. That's definitely a hint that he needs to
take them off. He does. Then, we shed our tops and wrestle, as quietly as we
can. Pressing. Grinding. Groping. Poking. Hugging. Squeezing. Jacking. I hope
that Dad is too busy to hear our stifled moans of pleasure. The thought of Dad
possibly doing something similar with Ms O'Sullivan pushes Junior's patience to
the approaching limit. Then, with Andy on top of me, face to face, Junior
powerfully lets go of his load. The throbbing and wetness set Andy off too! We
slide against each other's spunky body until Andy just rests his weight on me.
I hold him. One arm across his back. The other on his glutes.
"I like you,
Kurt," he whispers in my ear. "You're my friend." It is said with passion, not
just mechanically, like on the day that we met.
I hold on for a
while longer, then reach for two things that I've stashed. My spunk cloth
first. Then, all cleaned up, my deodorant is next. I don't want any funny
smells in the room in the morning.
We lie side by
side. Holding hands. Andy nudges me to turn on my side with my back to him, and
he snuggles up behind me, with his arm over my body and pulls me closer. It
feels wonderful. It reminds me of Ron. Then I hear something that I thought
would only ever come from Mum or Dad. "I love you, Kurt."
My heart starts to
beat faster and louder. At least I think it does. My whole body is tingling.
My brain flashes
up a whole lot of names. Karl. William. Ron. Mr Grant. None of them gets the
same response as `Andy'.
Despite loving the
feeling of Andy's body against my back and backside, I roll over to face him,
and the words just tumble out of my mouth. "I love you too, Andy." Then I kiss
him. OMG. Is this one of those growing-up feelings that Dad told me that I
would have? I loved being with Ron. But this is different. Confusingly
different. Confusingly wonderful! Is this how Dad feels about Ms O'Sullivan? I
hope so! I like her, and I want my Dad to be happy. Like I am, with Andy.
Suddenly, I have a
terrifyingly miserable thought. What will I do when Andy goes home? And he
leaves me! And I have another series of reminders. First, Mum. Then, Ron. Now, Andy!
Strike three! Only two weeks left!
I turn my back
towards Andy again and he snuggles up hard. His hand gently explores my stomach
and my balls and my chest and Junior and my chicken feathers. I hope he doesn't
discover my tears.
At some time,
during the night, mostly still asleep, I turn onto my other side and Andy
automatically turns the same way, and I snuggle up to him. I hold him as if I'm
a little kid about to be separated from his teddy bear.
Sunday
Andy is the first
to wake. "Kurt, I need to pee," he tells me.
The power of
suggestion!
We both locate the
pieces of our pyjamas and put them on.
I open my bedroom
door. Dad's door is still closed. I lead Andy to the bathroom, and we pee
together into the bath. A brief burst of the shower flushes it away.
Andy hugs me. "I
meant what I said last night, you know!" he tells me.
I know exactly
what he's referring to. "So did I," I reply, and demonstrate my love for him by
a simple kiss.
We go back to the
bedroom. Despite the temptation to get back into bed and have some fun, I
suggest getting dressed, and cooking breakfast for the four of us. He agrees.
I retrieve my
spunk cloth, smell it, hold it to Andy's scrunched nose, then and give it a
good burst of deodorant and put it back under my pillow. We make both beds, get
dressed and head to the kitchen.
Andy has his blue
jeans on for horse riding and I have on the gear that I normally wear on
cleaning day.
"If you put the
jug on for coffee, I'll check what's available in the fridge," I tell him, and
am pleasantly surprised to find some fresh lamb's fry and bacon from Mrs
Cameron, just calling out to be cooked. I take it out, show Andy the fresh bread
to be toasted, also from Mrs Cameron, and the butter. "Can you handle coffee
and toast?" I ask.
"No problem!" Andy
replies and organises everything.
Mrs Cameron has
already prepared the lamb's fry. I really like her too.
Just before
breakfast is ready, Ms O'Sullivan is the first to emerge. "What's this?" she
asks. "I didn't know that your father had put in an order for breakfast."
Andy laughs.
"Sorry," I tell
her. "I don't do room service. If Dad wants to eat, he'll have to get up. No
breakfast in bed here!"
She wraps her gown
more tightly around her and heads outside. I know where she's going. She can't
relieve herself by doing what Andy and I did!
Dad emerges,
naked. Did he forget that we have a visitor? He ignores Andy and me and heads
to the bathroom.
Andy looks at me
with a blank, but surprised, face. I shrug and grin.
Dad finishes and
flushes it away. When he comes out, he says "Good morning boys," and heads
straight back to the bedroom, before Ms O'Sullivan returns.
Ms O'Sullivan
joins him and it's not long before they both come out, dressed.
Good timing.
Lamb's fry, bacon, hot toast and coffee are served!
Andy and I both
get hugs from Dad and Ms O'Sullivan. With thank you's and kisses on our
foreheads.
Between mouthfuls,
Dad says, "You two must have slept well. I didn't hear a sound out of you, the
whole night."
"How come you were
awake all night?" I ask, then instantly regret my words.
It's Ms O'Sullivan
who, thankfully, changes the subject. "This is delicious, Kurt. Where did you
learn to cook like this?"
"My Mum taught me
to cook. But Mrs Cameron showed me how to do lamb's fry," I reply. "She's a
great cook."
Dad joins in, "And
he can bake a delicious apple pie, too."
"I look forward to
tasting one of those some time," she says.
"Me too!" Andy
adds, smiling and licking his lips. "With cream!"
Watching Andy's
tongue, and hearing his words, another thought enters my mind, but I let it
pass. For now.
Ms O'Sullivan
says, "Is it too early for horse riding?"
"I don't think
so," Dad replies. "But, what about the dishes?"
"You leave them to
me!" she says. "We can't have the cooks doing the dishes as well!"
I let Andy sit up
front with Dad in the Council's SUV, and I sit behind him.
When we get to
Thunungara, Dad drives straight to the horse yard where Mr O'Brien has two
horses already saddled, but another three tethered with their blankets and
saddles over the railing, ready.
"Good morning, Mr
O'Brien," I say. He touches the tip of his hat in acknowledgment.
"G'day, Reg," Dad
says. "Nice day for it!"
"I didn't know
whether you and Kurt wanted to ride as well," Mr O'Brien answers, indicating
his preparations.
Jake says "Good
morning, Mr Andersen" to my Dad, then bumps fists with me and Andy.
"Thank you, Reg,"
Dad replies, "but we have some other things planned for the morning. Maybe
another time."
"No problem," Mr
O'Brien says. "In that case, I'll drop young Andy back at your place when he
and Jake have had enough of the horses. But we'll feed him first. So, is after
lunch OK with you?"
"Perfect." Dad
replies. Then to Jake and Andy he says, "Have fun you two. See you later." As
we are about to get into the SUV, Dad calls to Mr O'Brien, "Please give my
regards to Di." Mr O'Brien acknowledges with a wave, and then turns to give
some assistance to Andy.
Dad and I drive
off.
"You could have
gone riding with them, you know," Dad says to me.
"We've had this
discussion, before, about me and horses," I tell him. "Besides, it's probably
the only opportunity that Andy and Jake will have to spend a bit of time
together. Andy's going home in two weeks' time and next weekend we'll be out at
Whispering Gums. The following Friday is the end of term.
Then Dad shocks
me. He pulls over and stops the car. "You are a really considerate young man,
you know that?" he says. "Always thinking of other people first. And, I'm very
proud of you." I'm expecting him to ruffle my hair but, instead, he asks,
"Would you like to drive?"
I don't know what
to say. So many things run through my head. Whispering Gums. Land Rover. Ron.
Public road. Under age. No licence. Illegal. What if I crash? But, the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a stunned,
"What?"
Dad repeats his
question, with a few added bits. "You are growing up. And, Ron said he thought
that you were a good driver. And, I trust you. And, would you like to drive?"
My vocabulary displays
three extra words. "Are you serious?"
"Totally!" Dad
says. "Do you know the way home, from here?"
"Now, you're
pulling my leg!" I tell him. "This road virtually leads straight to our place.
Except that there is a right-hand turn at the pub."
"Excellent!" Dad
says. "So, now that we know that you won't get lost, let's adjust the seat for
you to reach everything, then the SUV is all yours!"
Dad gets me to sit
in the driver's seat, then moves to adjust it, checking that both the steering
wheel and pedals are at a comfortable distance. The seat doesn't have to move
much. "Hey, you've grown! You're actually bigger than I thought!" he says.
I'm glad that this
is an automatic, or I wouldn't be able to do this!
I recall
everything that Ron taught me, and start slowly, gradually increasing speed at
Dad's encouragement.
"This is a lot
faster than driving in the paddocks out at Whispering Gums!" I tell my Dad.
"You're doing
great!" he tells me. "Just keep your eyes on the road ahead and keep steering
to follow any variations in the road."
I slow down when
we approach the pub. "Put the right-turn blinker on," Dad says.
"Why?" I ask.
"To let the
traffic and other drivers know what you intend to do," he tells me.
"You are joking,
aren't you?" I say. "We haven't seen even one other car on the road!"
"Yes, I'm joking,"
Dad says, "but it will be good practice. You may as well get used to doing the
right thing from the beginning!"
I pull up outside
our house, without doing the U-turn that Dad usually makes.
Shirt out. The
thrill of driving the Council SUV, with my Dad alongside me, and the rush of
blood, has given me a massive hard-on! Junior at his stiffest!
Ms O'Sullivan is
on the verandah and I see a look of shock on her face when I get out of the
driver's door.
"It wasn't my idea!
Honest." I say, as I pass her and go inside before she asks any questions.
I disappear into
the bathroom to make use of some cold water, and I close the door.
What I hear
between Ms O'Sullivan and my Dad about me driving isn't exactly an argument.
But, although I can't make out the words, I can tell from the tone of their
voices that it is a `serious discussion'.
I wait until
Junior is back to a `chunky-kind of normal' and there is a pause in their
exchange before I open the door. They both turn and look at me.
I go straight to
her and say, "I'm really sorry, Ms O'Sullivan, for driving the Council SUV,
without asking your permission first."
She hugs me and
say, "Kurt, your father tells me that you were extremely careful, and that you
did an excellent job. As good as him, he reckons."
I chuckle.
She continues,
"And, seeing that he's one of the safest drivers I know, that has relieved my
concern for him, and, especially for you. I know that there are not many cars
around here. But I want you to promise me that you will never get into a car
and drive it without an adult beside you, until you are a few years older."
Her concern for
me, rather than wanting to punish me, brings tears to my eyes. "I promise. And I'm
sorry," I manage to choke out. I really like her. She's just like my Mum!
Dad and I pitch in
and get the jobs done.
When we are
finished, I can tell from the wonderful smell, that Ms O'Sullivan has made some
cookies while Dad and I were outside. They go down well with a mug of coffee
each.
Lunch is a nice
salad with sliced chicken. Then too many more cookies.
Ms O'Sullivan
catches the guilt on my face. "It's OK," she says, smiling. "I made extra so
that you and Andy could have some later."
I definitely don't
want her to disappear! I'm very tempted to take my Dad outside and give him a
good talking to about her! She's a `keeper'.
In the middle of a
game of dominoes, I hear Mr O'Brien's Land Rover. A minute later I see it come
down the road and turn at the pub. It coughs as Mr O'Brien turns it off.
Andy jumps out and
runs to the verandah. Jake follows more steadily and greets Ms O'Sullivan. He
already said hello to my Dad earlier this morning.
"Have you guys had
fun?" Dad asks Andy and Jake.
Jake opens his
mouth to speak, but the words from Andy beat him to it. "Oh, yes, Mr Andersen.
I've never ridden a horse before. Mr O'Brien showed me what to do then Jake and
I went for a long ride up along the river."
I'm feeling a
little jealous of him and Jake having fun, alone, and can't wait to ask him
whether he and Jake `did anything'.
Jake adds, "We
just let the horses walk. It was easier to talk that way. And dad told me that
I wasn't allowed to try to teach Andy to trot or canter. He didn't want any
accidents."
"Too right!" Mr
O'Brien adds, catching up to everyone on the verandah. "I understand that Andy
has just recovered from a broken arm, so I didn't want any more drama for him."
My Dad compliments
Jake, "Thank you, Jake, that was very responsible of you. I can't imagine how
you might have tried to explain an accident to me, which I would have to then
explain to Mr Grant, and he would have to explain to Andy's mother. Too
complicated! So, thank you!"
"Would anyone like
a cup of tea or coffee?" Ms O'Sullivan asks.
Mr O'Brien
replies, "Thank you, Helen, but Di put on a big lunch and I've just finished a
mug of tea." Then he adds, "And she kept offering the boys food until they
complained that they were full."
Both Jake and Andy
hold their stomachs and put on a `groan' face.
OK, then. We'll be
off! C'mon, Jake," Mr O'Brien announces. He shakes hands with my Dad, gives Ms
O'Sullivan a peck on the cheek, then shakes Andy's hand. He says, "Young man,
you are welcome at Thunungara any time that you are able to come and visit."
"Thank you, Mr
O'Brien," Andy replies. "Thank you, Jake," he adds. "See you at school
tomorrow."
Jake bumps fists
with Andy, then with me. He follows his dad to the Land Rover, which coughs
back to life.
We wave them
goodbye.
"So, come and tell
me all about your horse riding," I say to Andy, which is as good an excuse as
any for him and me to head for the bedroom.
Dad stops us. "If
you guys are just going to talk and eat for the rest of the afternoon, then
Helen and I may as well head out to Whispering Gums. Is there anything you need
before we go?"
"We'll be fine,
thanks," I tell him. Then, looking at Ms O'Sullivan, I say, "Next time you tell
us a bedtime story can it be `Goldilocks in Sherwood Forest'?"
"Hmm," she
replies, "at least I'll have some time to work on that one! Oh, and by the way,
I've made you two a casserole for dinner. It's in the fridge and you'll just
need to heat it up."
"Thank you, very
much," I tell her, and give her a hug.
"Yes, thank you,"
Andy says. Then she gives him a hug.
Dad hugs us both
and ruffles our hair. "Behave!" he says.
Just like a
parent! I give him a frown and a pout.
He gives me a
smirk. He knows that we will.
But he doesn't
know what I have planned!
Andy and I wave
them off.
"Now," I say. "I
really want to hear all about the horse riding, and everything else.
I close the front
door, go to the kitchen, put the jug on for another drink with cookies, then I
lean against the bench and beckon Andy to me.
I pull his body
against mine; Junior against the front of his pants. I put my hands around his
body and hold his glutes. Firmly. "OK, start talking!" I tell him, smiling.
(to be continued)
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version to this story, `Schoolie', told through the eyes of Tom Grant, has
concluded.
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