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 38:
When the rest of
us head for the bunkhouse, Dad stays longer with Ms O’Sullivan and the
Camerons, like last night.
Underpants are substitutes
for pyjamas, again.
I lie in bed and
wonder how my brother is feeling, having nobody in bed with him. And whether
horse riding was all that he and William did without Mr Grant and Mr Cameron
being with them. Yeah, I reckon that they would have both jerked each other off
at some time during the day!
Andy and I turn in
our beds to face each other in the dim light. Smiling. With wonderful memories
of my day with Andy, I feel my eyes getting heavy.
Chapter 39 – The Ghost Returns
Junior responds to
Andy’s presence even before my eyes open. It’s still early. Sunday.
We enjoy the
closeness and tenderness of each other’s body and hands while everyone else is
still asleep.
“Shower?” Andy
whispers.
“It will wake them
up,” I whisper back.
We linger a little
longer until the need to pee settles any question of timing.
We tiptoe to the
toilet, pee together without flushing, then creep across to the shower room.
Andy and I hug,
firstly with our underpants on, and then with them off. In response to what
he’s doing to Junior, I also play with his hairs, his longer-than-mine, and his
balls.
He kneels and
gives Junior a deep, morning kiss. Then I return the favour.
Fully stiff now,
we decide to turn on the taps and to allow the coolness to reduce our ‘only-natural-for-us-guys-in-the-morning’
wood.
It takes very
little cold, fresh water on our shivering bodies to reduce our cocks to a mild
chunkiness.
Alerted by the
sound of the running water, Dad is the first to appear. Being accustomed to
seeing Karl and me naked together, he virtually ignores Andy, apart from a
quick, lowered glance. “How’s the water?” he asks, while he discards his
underpants.
“Just about right
by now,” I tell him.
While Andy and I,
without lingering, soap up our own bodies and rinse off, Dad does the same
under the second shower head. As we dry ourselves, it does not escape my
attention, nor probably Andy’s, that my Dad’s manhood looks chunkier than ours.
Morning naturalness plus hot water plus soap. Inevitable, I reckon.
We go back out to
get dressed. Only two of the other beds have body lumps in them. William’s is
empty. He’s probably in the toilet.
Dad is not far
behind us, and parades down the centre of the room towards the lumpy beds. His
underpants have a chunky bulge. Hard to tell whether it’s coming or going!
He grabs Karl’s
foot and gives it a shake. “C’mon lazy bones. Time to get moving.”
However, it is Mr
Grant’s head that appears first, from the next bunk. “Oh, hi, Jan. Sorry if I
overslept.” He throws back the covers.
“Not you, Tom,”
Dad tells him. “This one!” and he shakes Karl’s foot again.
“Huh?” Karl’s head
moans.
He’s already
having a bad-hair day!
Mr Grant and Karl
both look at William’s bunk and see that it’s empty. Then they see him cross
from the toilet to the showers. I wonder who will be first into the shower with
him!
“Oh, good, the
toilet is free,” Mr Grant says. “I might be in there for a few minutes.” He
gets up and heads in that direction. I think that he looks a bit it’s-natural-in-the-morning
too.
Karl looks around,
quickly assesses the situation and bolts for the shower, trying to hide his
morning wood. Unsuccessfully, from my point of view.
“Race you to
breakfast!” I tell my Dad, from where Andy and I are now dressed.
“Unfair!” Dad
laughs. “You had a head start!” He suddenly gathers all of his clothes into his
arms and heads for the door ahead of Andy and me, wearing only his underpants.
He turns and looks at my shocked face. “Only joking!” he says and returns to
his bunk to get dressed.
He swats me on the
tail as I pass him, and raises his hand to give Andy the same treatment, but
allows him to pass, un-swatted.
Andy and I just
amble together. “Your Dad’s a lot of fun,” he says to me. “And his cock is even
bigger than Will’s.”
Well I didn’t
expect that comment!
“Yeah, I suppose,”
I tell him. “I hadn’t noticed, really.” That’s a lie. Of course I’ve noticed! I
just didn’t want to admit that I’d already compared them.
“I suppose that
yours will look like your Dad’s in a few years,” Andy comments.
“Yeah, I suppose,”
I repeat.
“Nice!” Andy tells
me, grinning.
As we continue
walking, I wonder how much William and Karl will do before Mr Grant walks in on
them. And then what? Everyone has seen everyone else naked before, but Karl and
Mr Grant have never been under the shower together! The closest that they came
was when we played the horse-and-rider game in the weir, ages ago.
I can’t imagine
that William would leave the two of them alone together!
But what would
happen if he did?
Probably nothing!
I hear a noise
behind us and turn to see Dad running full pelt. He is trying to beat me to
breakfast! I take off as quickly as I can, but he catches me on the verandah, grabs
me in a hug and tickles my ribs. He turns me around to face Andy, who is
grinning massively at Dad’s playfulness. Then Dad releases me and steps through
the door ahead of me.
“Winner!” he
proclaims.
Damn!
I say ‘Good
Morning’ to Mrs Cameron and Ms O’Sullivan who both wave me out of the kitchen,
one with a wooden spoon and the other pretending to snip me with a pair of
tongs.
Andy and I join
Dad and Mr Cameron on the lounges.
Mr Grant, William
and Karl all wander across together. I check out their faces and the front of
their jeans. Looks like nothing happened! Apart from getting washed and
dressed.
Breakfast is
wonderful, as I’ve come to expect. My only complaint is how full I feel.
So, this is what
is happening today: we’re heading north to cut some mulga wood for the animals.
Mr Cameron, Dad and Mr Grant will be in the open-tray utility, with Mr Grant
driving, and Dad and Mr Cameron doing the cutting. William, Karl, Andy and I
will be tagging along on the quad bikes.
Mr Cameron warns
us “Strictly, no racing on the bikes!”
We four on the
bikes follow the ute, continually swapping positions alongside one another.
With all of the
mulga cut that is required, Mr Camerons tells us, “OK, boys, I have a little
surprise for you. Follow us.”
The utility heads
off in a direction that Ron and I didn’t explore when we were up this way.
After crossing the stream at a shallow point, we continue across some very flat
ground for a few minutes. The utility stops and we pull up beside it and switch
off our engines.
In front of us I
see a large expanse of what looks like sand, but is the colour of mud.
Mr Cameron
explains. “The last time that we had rain, years ago, this whole area was
covered in water. As the water evaporated, it left the soil looking like a salt
flat, only it’s not salt. What you see on top is only about an inch deep.
That’s between two and three centimetres. It’s prevented from cracking by the
underground spring which flows from here into the stream. Anything that walks
on it or drives on it, leaves very obvious tracks. I thought that you might
enjoy playing ‘follow the leader’, trying to stick exactly to the track of the
bike in front. What do you say? Want to try it?”
“Hell, yeah!”
William calls out.
“OK,” Mr Cameron
tells us. “Jan, Tom and me first!”
“What?” William
says. “How come?”
“I only want to
demonstrate how to play,” Mr Cameron smirks to William’s eagerness.
We give up our
bikes. Mr Cameron says that Dad can lead, Mr Grant can go second and he will
follow, third.
Dad starts slowly
with Mr Cameron and Mr Grant sticking close behind. Then Dad speeds up a bit
and starts to turn back and forth. We all laugh and clap as the others attempt
to keep in his tracks without falling too far behind. Dad does a figure-8 and
the other two follow and yahoo after him. It’s fun watching the ‘oldies’
enjoying themselves. I know that Mr Grant isn’t ‘old’ exactly, but it’s sort of
like them-three and us-four!
Dad leads the other
two back, and they are all laughing.
“That was fun!” Mr
Grant tells all of us. “Much easier than trying to keep up with anyone on a
horse!”
“OK,” Mr Cameron
says. “Which of you is going to be the leader?”
Four hands shoot
up.
Dad throws us a
question, “Who has had the most experience on a bike?”
Three hands go
down.
“Looks like it’s
you, Andy!” Dad tells him, and adds, “I’ve only used part of the flat, so you
can use the rest of it to make new tracks.”
Mr Cameron, again,
advises all of us on safety first, then says, “Have fun boys!”
I’m surprised when
Karl says, “Kurt, why don’t you follow Andy, I’ll follow you and Will can
follow me.” My brother actually asked me to go ahead of him! Growing up? Or
what? Trying to impress someone?
It’s fun following
Andy. He’s smart. Mr Grant would really appreciate his knowledge of maths. He
starts with a really large circle, which is easy for us all to follow. Then
inside that he makes a square. I have to slow down to take the corners. Inside
the square, Andy makes a triangle, and the corners are even tighter and slower.
Then he heads off
in a wiggly line and its fun zig-zagging back and forth. Andy finally heads
back by criss-crossing his wiggly line so that it looks like a chain.
I haven’t had this
much fun (outdoors) for a really long time!
We pull up next to
the utility. Andy gives me a hug and then Karl and Will join in.
“Fantastic!” my
brother tells everyone.
“Almost as much fun
as riding a horse!” William tells us.
He is joking,
isn’t he?
Mr Grant looks at
him, then grabs him in a hug and starts to tickle him. William kicks and
squeals until Karl, Andy and I join in. Then he squeals even more, and I reckon
that some of that is caused by more than just being tickled. I think that maybe
I wasn’t the only one who took the opportunity to grab his balls! Like the day
that he and Karl had me in the river below the weir.
Mr Grant lets him
go when William looks as though he is either going to cry or stop breathing!
I expect him to be
really annoyed but, instead, he laughs and says, “I heard somebody say that
instead of getting angry, it’s better to get even.”
Then he points directly
at each one of us in turn, including Mr Grant, and makes scrunching motions.
Dad is laughing.
Mr Cameron looks really amused too.
“Thank you, Mr
Cameron,” I tell him. “That was great fun!”
“I think that you
all need a shower before lunch,” Dad tells us.
I know whose body
I want to wash!
With four of us in
the shower room, we wash quickly, two at a time, with very little mucking
around, but we are playfully alert to William’s threat of ‘getting even’.
After lunch, Mrs
Cameron gives Mr Grant enough ‘left-overs’ to provide us with dinner for
tonight.
We say our
good-byes to the Camerons.
Ms O’Sullivan
kisses Karl and me and gives Andy a hug.
Dad, as expected,
tells us to ‘be good for Mr Grant’ and that he’ll be back Wednesday, and that
he’ll see Karl and me at home on Friday, knowing that Mr Grant, William and
Andy will be heading off to the Gold Coast on Friday afternoon, after school.
My Dad hugs Karl,
me and Andy, and wishes Andy a great trip home and hopes that he will be able
to come and visit us all again.
“I’d really like
to do that, Mr Andersen,” Andy replies. “Thank you.”
Dad and Mr Grant
shake hands, and there is some very quiet talking between the two of them, which
finishes with that nose-touching thing again. I don’t suppose that Mr Grant
will tell me what secret stuff is going on, but that won’t stop me from asking
him.
With the fire
going in the ‘gentlemen’s lounge’ we have dinner at the other end of the room
and talk about the fun that we have had this weekend. Well, most of it. Then
it’s early to bed. I’m exhausted. Almost.
Andy and I play in
bed and roll around. I like the feeling of him on my back with his cock lying between
my glutes, and I tell him. Andy whispers that it’s what he enjoys too, both
with him on me and with me on him, and that it makes him feel secure and loved.
We get each other so stiff and excited that what happens next happens quickly,
and I have to urgently reach under my pillow for the face washer to ensure that
we don’t make a mess on the bed because I forgot the towel.
We fall asleep
with me hugging Andy’s warm body from behind.
At some point in
the night we must have separated. I am mostly asleep when I hear Andy’s voice.
“What did you
say?” I mumble, not understanding anything that he said.
He doesn’t answer
me but I hear his voice. I still can’t make out whatever he is saying. I’m not
sure whether he is saying words or just making noises. I could almost imagine
that he is having a conversation with somebody in another language.
I lie and listen.
I wonder whether he is dreaming or if he is sick.
Suddenly, there is
silence. I hear Andy take a deep breath and exhale. Then he turns toward me and
puts his arm over my body. I face away from him and snuggle back against him.
He hugs me tightly.
Wondering for a
long time what has happened, I fall asleep.
It is still dark
when I need to pee. Andy stirs, but only follows after me a minute or so later.
I lie in bed and
wait for him to return. He climbs in and hugs me.
“Andy?” I say very
hesitantly “Are you all right?”
“Yes. Why?” he
asks.
I tell him
everything that I heard, and he is silent.
“Do you know what
was happening?” I ask him, hugging him reassuringly.
There is a long
pause, before he says, “I saw him again.”
“Who?” I ask.
Andy waits again
before he whispers, “The ghost. He was here.”
I feel the flesh
of my body tingle and the hair on my neck and arms stands up.
I tell him, “I was
awake, Andy. I didn’t see anyone. And I didn’t hear anyone; only you.”
“He was here,
Kurt,” Andy says. “And he spoke to me.”
I can’t disbelieve
him, because it did sound like Andy was talking to somebody.
“What did he say?”
I ask.
Andy says, with a
quivering voice, “Like the first time he appeared. He said, ‘Do not be afraid.
You are blood of my blood. Do not be afraid.’ Then he said a few things that I
did not understand. So, I asked him questions, and he answered all of them.”
“Do you remember
what you asked him and what he answered?” I ask.
“I don’t remember
exactly,” he says, “but, for some reason, I now suddenly think that I
understand a lot of things about the aboriginals who used to live here. Weird,
eh?”
“Was there
anything else?” I ask, now totally confused and a bit creeped out by what Andy
is telling me, especially after what I heard during the night.
“Don’t laugh!”
Andy tells me. “I don’t understand, and I don’t think that it’s funny.”
“What?”
I ask him. “And I wasn’t laughing. And I wasn’t going to.”
“Well,” Andy
starts, “I think that he said that I was the chosen one to take his place as
the ‘uncle’ of his mob, our mob, and that he has been waiting here for many
years for me. But, that it wouldn’t happen until I overcame my greatest fear,
he said.”
“So, what is your
greatest fear, Andy?” I ask, and cuddle him closer to me.
“I can’t tell
you,” he says, and I think that he is going to cry. “Not now.”
“Can I help?” I
ask. “I want to help you.”
“I need to think
about everything,” Andy tells me.
As we drift back
to sleep in each other’s arms, I wonder whether Andy’s greatest fear has
anything to do with his accident, and his broken arm and his difficulty in
walking and his babyish speech, when he arrived here. *
(to be continued)
The parallel
version to this story, ‘Schoolie’, told through the eyes of Tom Grant, has
concluded.
*
[Author: You can read Andy’s background story, especially from Chapter 20-23,
26-30, 47-50]
Find ‘Schoolie’
at https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/schoolie
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