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 35:

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; the front of his pants against Junior. I put my hands around his body and hold his glutes. Firmly. "OK, start talking!" I tell him, smiling.

Chapter 36 – Putting William's Lesson Into Practice

"Well," he says, "Mr O'Brien told me everything that I should do and what not to do, then he helped me into the saddle. Jake started off holding my horse's reins so that it got the idea that it had to follow wherever Jake's horse went. Then he gave the reins to me. There was a track along the river which we followed. Sometimes Jake was in front when the track was narrow. Sometimes he rode beside me. It was easier to talk that way."

"What did you talk about?" I put to Andy, while squeezing his glutes so that his body presses against mine.

"Oh, nothing much, that I can remember," Andy says. "Just like at school. What I used to do at home and about my friends. I didn't tell him about Tom and Will and me in the showers at the beach with my other friends. I promised that I wouldn't tell." Then he stops, looks guilty and asks me, "Oops! Did I just tell something?"

"It's OK, Andy," I say to him, and massage his glutes in encouragement. "William has said enough for me to get the picture of you all naked together in the showers. You don't need to tell me the details."

"Thank you, Kurt," Andy says. "I must keep my promises and I don't want to cause problems for anybody. I like Marty's House Rule!"

"So," I continue. "It sounds like you had a good time with Jake. Did you stay on the horses the whole time?"

Andy says, "No. We stopped twice. Once to give my backside a rest and again to take a pee. And, Jake didn't just take his cock out, he dropped his jeans and underpants to his ankles to do it. And he asked me if I wanted to have a look. He showed me his so I showed him mine."

"So, what did you do with him?" I ask, feeling a little jealous.

"Nothing!" Andy replies. "He didn't ask to do anything and seemed happy just for us to check each other out."

I think of the day, in the boys' toilet when Jake did the same to me, so I say to Andy, "His balls hang down low, don't they?"

"Have you seen them?" Andy asks, probably surprised.

"Yes. He showed me one day in the toilets." I say.

"Have you done anything with him?" Andy asks me.

"No," I tell him. "It was once only, and pretty much like what you've just told me."

Andy chuckles, "He sort of reminded me of Marty, you know, like when we had breakfast there?"

"Well, they are cousins!" I tell him. And we both laugh.

Andy asks, "But, isn't Will their cousin too?"

"Yes." I answer. "Why?"

"Well," he starts. "If it's a family thing, how come Will's balls don't look like Jake's and Marty's? They actually look more like Tom's."

I know exactly what Andy is saying, because I've not only seen William's and Mr Grant's balls, but I've played with both of them as well, not that anyone else would know that. Haha.

"I don't know," I say. "Maybe it's complicated. Karl and I look the same, but, then, we're twins. You'd expect us to be the same!"

"And, just so you know," Andy says, "Even though you and Karl and me had fun showering together, he doesn't excite me like you do, and I don't feel like I want to do anything with him. And, I get the feeling that he doesn't want to do anything with me, either. Only with Will."

"Good!" I say. "Let's keep it that way."

We bump fists. It's a done deal!

We both agree to try to keep our hands off each other until we're ready for bed.

We find the rest of Ms O'Sullivan's cookies and demolish half of them before dinner, while playing cards and then dominoes.

 

After a delicious casserole, we shower together. No hands, but allow our bodies to rub against each other anyway, it doesn't take long for us to get excited. So, we dry off and hurry, naked, to my bedroom. No women. No pyjamas. No Dad. No inhibitions.

"What do you want to do?" I ask him.

"Let me start," he says. "Lie down. On your stomach. There's something that I've always wanted to try. Don't say anything."

I wonder what he wants to do.

I lie down, face on my pillow, with my head turned to one side towards Karl's bed. I part my legs slightly so that Andy will be able to see my balls and some of Junior, which I've pointed downwards. I lay my arms by my side, palms upward.

The first thing that I feel is something warm and slippery rub across the underside of the toes on my right foot. It feels like his tongue. Then up the sole of my foot. Up my calf, across the back of my knee, up my thigh then over my glute and up my spine. When he gets to my neck, I can feel his hanging semi-hard cock nestling against my butt crack. He focuses on my neck and right ear. Licking, then kissing then nibbling. He kisses my neck and I shiver.

"Don't say anything," he repeats.

I want to tell him how amazing it feels, but I keep silent.

He returns to my left foot and does it all again. Except, instead of licking my left glute, he licks between the two of them, right up my crack. I'm glad that we've just had a shower and that I'm soapy clean down there! I can feel his tongue making everything wet. It touches my hole and then he keeps going, right up to my ear. I shiver again. He totally avoided Junior and my balls! Not what I imagined would happen!

At the same time, he tickles my upturned palms with his fingers.

Then he relaxes his full weight onto my body. His cock is lying between my glutes. It feels hot and slippery and he slides up and down. There must be some pre-cum mixed with his saliva.

I move my hands so that they are palm-down next to my pillow on each side. He covers them with his own and interlocks his fingers with mine.

There are only two movements. His mouth as he kisses all around my neck. And his cock sliding up and down my crack.

I don't say anything. But my breathing is heavier. Does moaning count as not speaking, or as speaking?

"I love you, Kurt," he whispers in one ear, then repeats it in the other one. There is a pause and then, I hear, "Well, aren't you going to say anything?"

Damned if I do, and damned if I don't!

So, instead of speaking I let out a long, low "Hmmmmmm!"

He rolls off me, his back towards the wall. I turn on my side, facing him. I press my body against his, kiss his mouth and break my silence. "My turn!"

He grins, and I move to give him room.

"On your back," I tell him. "Hands behind your head. Oh, and don't say anything!"

He giggles, and I can't help doing the same.

"Wider!" I say, nudging his legs apart.

As similarly as I can, with him front-side up, I copy his actions. I suck each of his toes then run my tongue up his shin, across his knee, up his thigh, his pelvis, his abs and across his nipple. Then I kiss under his chin, his neck, his ear and finally, his lips.

"Don't you say anything!" I warn him when I think that he is about to speak.

I do exactly the same on his other side.

Then, something that he didn't do. I work my way back down, until I get to his thigh. My tongue finds its way across to his previously-unlicked, soft balls.

They don't stay unlicked!

My tongue works across them, under them, around them and up between them and continues up his hard shaft, right to the tip.

He groans, and I warn him again, "Don't say anything!"

I repeat everything. As I do, I watch his balls gyrate in their sacs. I slowly lick up his hardness again, lick not just under the tip, but around each side, then gently slide my lips over his head.

"Ooohhh!" he moans.

I slap his thigh, as close to his backside as I can get. "Naughty boy! You spoke!" I tell him.

"But..." he begins, which earns another slap.

"Don't say anything!" I say, trying to be severe, but ending up smirking.

I do it all again, with the addition of taking each of his balls in turn into my mouth.

And, taking more than just his head into my mouth at the top.

I remember what William has taught me, and gradually increase the amount of him inside my mouth as I slowly move my head up and down, sucking as I come up.

He is moaning now, with his mouth tightly closed, so that I don't consider it speaking.

He has his fists clenched, not to hit me, but as a further indication of the tension building in his body.

I see tears escape from the corners of his eyes.

I stop sucking, lay my body on his and kiss his tears, then his lips.

And I move back to where I was.

Me sucking.

Him moaning.

Me sucking. As much of his cock as I can take in. Much more than I could of William's. More Sucking.

Then it seems like every muscle in his whole body stiffens, then he speaks, "Aaaargh!" as his load fills my mouth. His entire body shakes. I swallow.

"OK. You have my permission to speak now," I tell him, laughing, then concentrate on cleaning every bit of his cum and swallowing it."

"Faaarrk!" he blurts out. "What was that all about?"

"Just something that I've always wanted to try on somebody," I smile at him, using his own words.

"Is that what you and Karl do?" he asks me.

"Definitely not!" I reply. "That was just for you!"

"I love you, Kurt," he whispers, then kisses me.

"Is that what it tastes like?" he asks, obviously tasting his cum on my mouth.

"I love you too," I tell him, then lay myself on top of him. I allow Junior to slide in the pre-cum that it has been leaking out onto Andy's body.

"Can I do it to you?" Andy asks softly.

"Providing that you let me say something while you're doing it," I tell him.

We swap places and I repeat all of William's instructions for Andy's benefit.

"This is so amazing!" I encourage him. And I warn him not to try to take too much of Junior into his mouth or he will gag. Too late! He tries to do it! "You should have listened!" I tell him.

He works on the upper part of Junior and gets a good rhythm going with his lips pushing down and sucking up.

Junior is far too excited to last very long. "It's gonna get messy in a minute if you leave my cock in your mouth," I tell him.

He pulls off and replies, "Well, I want to see what it's like too, you know!" And he goes back to it.

I give him as many warnings as I can, in case he wants to change his mind. I groan. I raise my hips. I tense my body. I start to breath rapidly.

But he keeps going.

I try to hold back, and I succeed in delaying the eruption for as long as possible. Then it happens! And, Andy coughs, splutters and nearly drowns, as he tries to breath at the exact instant that Junior lets fly. My body gets sprayed with my own spunk!

He continues to cough and gasp. Is he choking?

I can't run for help at the pub! Not like this!

"Sit up!" I shout as I jump up and head to the kitchen. I half-fill a glass with water and hurry back to Andy. It's only then, treading in it, that I realise that I've left a trail of spunk sploshes, which have dripped off my body.

I give the water to Andy who takes a drink and coughs most of it back up, but sighs deeply and then he starts to breath normally, even though it is in big gasps.

"Sit and breath," I tell him.

I go to the bathroom and grab a towel to do a few things with it. Wipe away my tears for nearly killing Andy. Wipe my body. Wipe Andy. Dry the coughed-up water and my spunk from his body. Mop up the trail that I left to and from the kitchen.

I drop the towel into the bath and then go back to sit beside Andy. Junior and I are two sorry sights! Really upset. "Are you OK, Andy? I am so sorry. I didn't know that there would be so much. I was just so excited after doing it to you. And, I wanted it to be special for you."

He has tears in his eyes. He hugs me. "I love you, Kurt," he whispers. "It was beautiful, what you did to me. I should have listened to you and not tried to copy what you did. I'm sorry for spoiling it."

I hug him and we just sit. And hold each other.

I know that he is all right, when he puts his hand on Junior and says, "I love your fatter one."

I look at his face. He is smiling.

I take hold of his limp cock and tell him, "And I love your longer one."

Things don't stay floppy for long. His gets fatter and Junior gets longer.

I quickly return the glass to the kitchen and hurry back. We climb into my bed. I pull the covers over us and we hug. And kiss in little pecks. And speak `sorries' and `thank yous' to each other.

"I love you, Andy," I whisper in his ear, pulling his body tightly against mine.

"I love you too, Kurt," he replies. He pauses. "But there is something that I have to tell you." And he separates himself from closeness of my body, but still staring into my eyes.

`What? And why now?' my brain asks. What? He doesn't want to do that ever again! What? He has a boyfriend at home!? Or, even worse, a girlfriend!

"What is it?" I ask. "Is it bad?"

"Yes. I'm so sorry," he says, and starts to cry.

"It can't be bad enough for you to cry," I try to comfort him, but he resists.

"It is!" he wails. Then after much sobbing, he blurts out, "I didn't tell you everything!"

I hug him back to me. "What do you mean?" I ask, and wonder what he has kept hidden from me. He's so handsome that I'll bet that it's a girlfriend! I hope that it's not Mr Grant's little sister. William said she thought that he was handsome. Has Andy only been pretending to like doing stuff with me? Why did he tell me that he loves me? That was cruel!

Now I am about to burst into tears!

He manages to say, after a couple of attempts, sobbing, "I didn't... I should have... I didn't know how to... I couldn't... I think that the ghost spoke to me!"

"What?" I reply. "It spoke to you? What did it say? Why didn't you tell us?"

"I think that it spoke to me," he whispers. "It all happened so fast. I'm not sure. But I think that I heard something."

I'm stunned. And relieved that it's not a girl!

"I don't understand," I tell him. "Did it speak to you, or didn't it?"

Andy takes a deep breath, opens his mouth, but nothing comes out.

He tries again. "It was dark. I think that I bumped my head on something. And I think that I felt a hand on my shoulder and I thought that I could see part of a face – eyes, nose, mouth."

I don't know what to say, so I just wait for Andy to continue.

He says, "I was so scared by his dark face and white teeth, that I screamed for him to get away and leave me alone. Then I couldn't move, and I think he said, `Do not be afraid. You are blood of my blood.' And I think that I heard him say, `You are safe here. Live long now as a man. My door will always open to you.' I didn't know what he meant and I was really scared.

I'm confused. "But...? But, what about...? How come...? How did you...?" I'm not sure exactly how to ask him what I want to know. I'm not even sure what I want to know. I take a deep breath. "How on earth did you get out of the secret room and end up on the landing?"

Andy whispers, "I think that, as his face disappeared from my mind, he caused one of the panels under the stairs to slide open, and I just got out."

I ask, "But didn't you and Karl and William check all of those panels?"

"Yes," he says, "but I'm sure that that one wasn't able to move, when I tried it."

I have to tell him, "Do you know that I was really, really upset because I thought that the ghost had killed you?"

I feel myself getting very emotional again. "You made me cry, Andy! Even Karl and William were upset when they heard you scream and then you didn't answer when they called out to you. Even Mr Grant looked as though he was about to burst into tears too. I think that he loves you too."

"He's my friend," Andy tells me. "But not like you and me."

He slips his hand between us and finds my balls.

I gently take hold of his as well, and after having a good feel of their roundness, my hand moves higher.

It's not long before we are both holding something hard! One longer; one fatter; and both stiff. And sobbing together. In relief and happiness.

As we begin to drift off to sleep, our two naked bodies as one, I replay in my mind every moment that we've spent with each other since we first met, and everything that we've done, and I wonder how I will ever be able to live without him. Ron has gone. Andy is about to go. I suppose that I will still have Karl and William and Mr Grant to `play' with at different times, but it's not the same! What I feel for Andy is even more wonderful than having my birthday wish come true with Mr Grant!

 

Second last week of school, Monday.

I wake first and need to pee. I see the towel that I left in the bath, rinse it out a couple of times, squeeze as much water out of it as possible, and spread it over the edge of the bath to dry. I should really clean myself properly before school. Should I wait for Andy and share with him? Yes!

I head back into the bedroom and see his body, partly uncovered where I was lying. I rub his light brown skin gently and he stirs. As his body becomes more conscious, he looks at me and smiles.

"Want to have a shower with me before breakfast?" I ask.

He doesn't need to be asked twice. Full consciousness!

He is longer than me, especially right now. LOL. And Junior quickly becomes thicker than him, in the shower. And he has more `chicken feathers' than I do.

We give each other a good soaping, but that is all. We're both happy with that.

I do scrambled eggs and bacon for breakfast, with coffee, toast and raspberry jam. Nice and simple.

We dress for school and are doing the washing up together when Karl and William come in. It's still early.

Andy greets them. "Hi Will. Hello Karl."

William fist-bumps Andy.

Karl asks me, "So, what are you making us for lunch?"

I can play his game. "What? You didn't bring anything with you for Andy and me?"

"Actually ...," William starts.

Karl turns and gives him a death-stare. William, apparently, has just spoiled Karl's fun.

"Mr Grant has made lunch for all of us," William says. "That's what he sent us over to tell you, so that you wouldn't go to any trouble."

"That was very kind of him," I say. I turn and squint at my brother. It's meant to convey, `unlike you!'

Karl punches William in the shoulder, then gets one back, with compound interest (maths!), causing my brother to almost lose his balance!

"Have you two had breakfast?" I ask, watching my brother rub his shoulder.

William and Karl look at each other. Although William is tempted to say `no', his face betrays the truth.

I knew that they would have, with Mr Grant.

"We can do some more toast, if you like," I suggest, mainly for William's benefit.

"Thanks," he says.

William gets his toast. Karl doesn't object to having some. Andy and I have one slice more as well.

 

"Hello boys," Mr Grant greets us as Andy and I enter the classroom. "How was your weekend?"

Andy tells him all about the horse riding, but nothing much about anything else.

 

All of us kids have a great morning.

In the playground, William catches me by myself and asks, "Well, did you do it?"

I smirk, and reply, "You are one great teacher!" which answers that particular question, as well as any others that he might possibly suggest. Hey, he was the one who didn't want me to not mention it again!

But he does. "Just let me know if you want any practice after Andy goes home. OK?" He doesn't wait for my response, or even look at my face, even though I see a smirk on his. He heads off to chat with Karl.

 

At the end of the day, the four of us go back to my place. Andy and I collect our things, then we all head back across to the school and put everything into the back of Mr Grant's `Beast'.

 

The next couple of nights and days progress in a bit of a `Groundhog Day' blur of sex and school.

 

There are a few things that Andy and I have worked out. If I initiate touching him, he is guaranteed to cum pretty quickly. But if I let him start, we can both last a reasonable time.

However, now that we have `something new' to do to each other, we've agreed that I'll start and just play with his body until he spurts. Then, we can take our time and when I suck him off, it's more explosive and enjoyable the second time, for him and for me too.

Even though we try out William's `sixty-nine' on Tuesday night, Andy prefers that we do it to each other separately. So do I, because I can watch the joy on his face before, during and after his volcano erupts.

 

Thursday morning at Mr Grant's Jintabudjaree homestead.

Andy and I ensure that we shower away all the evidence of another night of ecstatic activity. And Mr Grant reminds us that Marty is expecting us for breakfast. We dress ready for school, even though we know that everything will all come off again before breakfast.

"Andy, are you OK with getting naked at Marty's place?" I ask him, as we put on our socks.

"I think so," he replies. "I'm getting used to having no clothes on and seeing everyone walking around here without theirs too. So, it shouldn't be nearly as much of a worry as the last time."

Andy and I join Karl and William going down the stairs. Mr Grant is waiting near the front door. "OK, guys," he says. "Who's hungry?" Following four affirmative answers, he adds, "Right. Grab your boots and let's go."

 

The trip through The Village is uneventful. No encounter with Mrs Smith, or anyone else.

"We could have saved ourselves the trouble of getting dressed!" William chirps as we turn the corner and head south towards Marty's.

"Then what would you do if we happen to meet Anna on the road into Marty's place?" Mr Grant puts to him.

"Shit!" William blurts out. "I forgot about her!"

"Ship!" Andy corrects him, then asks, "Why?"

William replies, "Just let me say that you don't know her like I do. You can ask Tom."

"Deep ship!" Mr Grant grins, without Andy needing to repeat the question. "It's hard to explain, but think about it, Andy."

"Well, I wouldn't want my Mum to see us all, naked," Andy says. "So, I sort of understand, I think."

 

I don't say anything, but a lot of things run through my head, starting with what Dad told me about his `mistake' with Mum that ended up with Karl and me being born. And about the time that he used to spend with Aunt Lilly. And about him and Ms O'Sullivan in bed together. And about my excitement with Karl, and William, and Ron and Mr Grant. And especially with Andy. I wonder whether Anna has done anything with William. I saw the way she that she was looking at him, and at Mr Grant, when we all had dinner at the pub. Hmm.

My grown-up thoughts and some naughty imaginations are interrupted by Marty's dogs greeting us, loudly.

Mr Grant drives around to Marty's back door and we all pile out.

"Let's say hello to Marty first," Mr Grant suggests. "If his dress code is going to be `the usual', then we can all get changed before we eat."

We follow Mr Grant to the kitchen. Marty is already naked. This time, without his little apron!

If I hadn't already spent most of the week with a bunch of naked guys, I think that Junior would have woken up immediately. My first impression is that I'm just looking at `a bigger version of Jake'. Junior behaves.

"Good morning, guys," Marty chirps, using kitchen tongs to add to the pile of bacon on one large plate. "Breakfast will be ready in a couple of minutes. I was just waiting on the sausages."

Is that grown-up, double-meaning humour? If it is, I get it! And I smirk.

We all say, "Good morning, Marty."

Andy adds, "It's very kind of you to invite us to breakfast, Marty. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Andy," Marty replies.

"So," William cuts in, "we don't need to check what the dress code is for breakfast any further, do we?" Then he says to us, "OK, guys. Bedroom."

Karl, Andy and I follow him. Mr Grant stays with Marty and talks, although I can't make out what they're saying.

"Are you all OK?" William asks us, but especially Andy.

However, it's Karl who answers. "I think we're all comfortable with seeing each other naked by now. And Marty's sausage is just one more, as far as I'm concerned." And my brother starts to remove his school clothes.

I'm surprised by Andy's comment to William: "So, now there will be three big sausages – Marty's, yours and Mr Grant's, and three not-so-big ones," he says pointing to his own crotch and then Karl's and mine.

William says, "Guys, if you start to feel uncomfortable, or Marty starts giving you a hard time, if you know what I mean, just imagine Mrs Smith, or Andy's mum catching us naked in the car at the pub!"

We all laugh just as Mr Grant comes in. "Did I miss something funny?" he asks.

William, removing the last of his clothes says to Mr Grant, "We have a plan to keep our sausages from getting hard. Not sure about Marty's though! Or yours." William wobbles is soft cock at him then he leads us back out towards the kitchen, without waiting for Mr Grant to undress too. No gauntlet. No slaps. No fear.

"Anyone need cold water?" William asks.

I'm comfortable. We go straight past the bathroom.

Mr Grant soon joins us and, like last time, we collect our own food, walking back and forth and ignoring the room full of nudity. Well, quick glances are hard to avoid! And, just when I'm happy controlling everything, my eyes really want to check out someone's body. Especially Marty's. At least Junior is behaving, and everyone else's body is too!

William must be watching us very closely, because, he often changes the discussion to include Andy's mum or Mrs Smith at the hotel. And I'm very thankful for it. Just one erection could definitely set off a chain reaction!

I offer to help clean up, Andy does too, but Marty insists, "Thanks guys, but I'll do it. It will help fill in my morning, while you are all slaving away at school. He smirks, "Seeing all of you again was terrific. Thanks for coming."

I'm not sure whether he means seeing all of us again, or seeing all of our naked bodies again. He's a funny guy. I like him.

On our way back to school, the subject of naked bodies, or references to them, is hardly mentioned. However, as I replay everything in my mind, Junior wakes up. Andy notices, digs me in the ribs and points to the slow-but-sure swelling happening in the front of his own shorts. We grin at each other. It remains a shared and personal moment. Hands off.

 

I wouldn't call the day boring, but there is nothing exceptional about it. Just our normal schoolwork, yard games at lunchtime and some brief, shared moments in the toilet. Just hanging out together! Suddenly, at the end of lunch, with Andy and I peeing side by side, Jake comes in and stands next to Andy.

"Hey, guys," is all that he says. He pushes his shorts and undies down to his knees and just starts to pee. Big stream! He closes his eyes, tilts his head back slightly then exhales, obviously from relief.

Andy gets his second close-up look at Jake's gear, then we both tuck ourselves in and leave Jake to his continuing release.

As we walk back towards the building, Andy comments, "He almost looks like Marty, with his shorts down. Especially his balls,"

"Well, they are cousins!" I remind him. "And, we already had this discussion last weekend."

"Yeah, yeah," Andy replies. "I remember. But it was even more obvious seeing Jake just now, especially after watching Marty's naked body this morning."

"Is that what you were doing during breakfast?" I put to Andy. "Perving at Marty's dick and his balls?"

"As if you weren't!" he tells me. "I saw you."

"OK! Guilty!" I reply "But I wasn't the only one checking out all of the other sausages in the room."

"Who else was?" Andy asks.

"Who else wasn't?" I answer him.

We both laugh and head into the classroom.

 

I'm fully aware that Andy and I will be here together for only one more week so, after dinner we all `hit the sack' early, with Andy and me `baling out' first. Mr Grant gives us both a quick good-night hug. "Sleep well," he tells us. Then winks at me.

He knows that we are not going to bed because we are tired. Not yet. I really like him!

 

I love everything about Andy. His smile. His eyes. His kiss. His glutes. His balls. And his longer-than-mine dick and more-than-mine chicken feathers. He and I try to make everything last as long as possible. Feeling. Playing. Tickling. Swapping. Pausing. Waiting. Backing off. Practising our sucking skills. Finally exploding within seconds of each other. OMG!

Then our two bodies sleep soundly. As one. Wrapped together. Breathing together.

 

Friday.

Our morning routine at Mr Grant's `Jintabudjaree' homestead is well-established. Andy and I shower together. Dress for school. Have breakfast with everyone else at the kitchen-end of the dining room. Take our turn at making lunches for everyone. Wash up. Collect our boots at the front door and put them on before heading down to the car. Mr Grant brings the lunches.

 

Friday lessons and sports afternoon are also as usual.

However, today is different and special.

After school, Karl and I collect our backpacks from our place, and check that our `farm' clothes are inside because, now, instead of going back out to `Jintabudjaree', we are heading straight out to Whispering Gums. Yeah!

It's a special place for me. It's where I first got to drive the Land Rover and where I met Ron, and learned to do sexy stuff with him, the first person other than my brother or William. I miss him!

Now I have Andy, but I still miss Ron. And in a week, I will also begin missing Andy!

Mum! Ron! Andy!

As we drive, in my mind, I have an idea, and gradually add more details to it.

My idea turns into a plan.

We turn off the road onto the property and I run through everything in my mind for the third or fourth time. Yes! I'm pretty sure that it will work!

"Good afternoon, Mrs Cameron. Hello, Mr Cameron," I greet them as they come out of the house to meet us. Also, "Hi Dad, Hi Ms O'Sullivan."

Dad introduces Mr Grant, William and Andy to Mr and Mrs Cameron who invite us all into the house for some afternoon tea. Mrs Cameron winks at me.

Yum! Apple and Jam tarts. How did she know?

 

(to be continued)

 

The parallel version to this story, `Schoolie', told through the eyes of Tom Grant, has concluded.
Find it at https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/schoolie

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