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 40:
"Did you enjoy that?"
he asks me.
"Of course!" I
tell him. "Didn't you?"
"Want to do it
again in bed tonight?" Andy asks. "With the oil?"
"Hell, yeah!" I
answer, using one of William's favourite expressions. "What about you?"
"I'm happy for you
to do it to me," Andy tells me. "I have a surprise for you, that Uncle told me
about."
He's grinning, and
I can only wonder about whatever conversation that he had with the ghost last
night. I don't ask. Junior and I like surprises!
Chapter 41 – Beyond
Expected!
During lunchtime, we are all out in the playground
when I see Dad's utility (owned by Whispering Gums actually) coming down the
road from Cunnamulla.
I rush to tell Mr Grant and to ask permission for Karl
and me to go and say hello.
Karl has also seen the ute and has joined me.
"Ten minutes. OK?" Mr Grant tells me.
Karl and I run.
Instead of exercising my superior speed, I stay with
Karl so that we gallop onto the verandah together.
"Dad!" my brother and I call out together, waving,
just as he reaches the house, with his luggage.
I add, "Hello Ms O'Sullivan. It's good to see you
too!"
Dad says, "And here are my pair of handsome young men!
I've missed the two of you."
Karl and I receive hugs from them both.
There is something mysteriously happy in the air! I
can feel it.
"Mr Grant says that we can stay for ten minutes," Karl
announces.
I'm not so caught up in the time as my need to know,
"What were you doing in Brisbane? You said that you would tell us when you got
back."
"Did you see Mum?" Karl asks.
Dad looks at Ms O'Sullivan, smiles at us and then
replies to our questions, "Firstly, yes, I did see your mother, briefly. And,
secondly, if you're really keen to know why I was away, then you'd better come
inside. I have a few things to tell you, then something to ask you. Mr Grant
won't mind if I keep you for an extra couple of minutes."
Ms O'Sullivan heads straight for the jug to make us
all a cup of coffee.
"OK. Sit down," Dad says, indicating for Karl and me
to take the two chairs on the opposite side of the table. "Just give me a
minute."
He takes his things to the bedroom, ducks outside to
the toilet, then sits opposite Karl. Ms O'Sullivan brings us all a cup of
coffee and sits next to Dad, opposite me.
She has kind eyes.
"Boys," Dad begins, "In a couple of months it will be
two years since your mother went back to live with her parents, your Ma and
Pa."
He continues, "And it hasn't been an easy time for the
three of us, although we have managed quite well, haven't we?" He adds, "You
two have done a wonderful job of cooking and helping me look after the place.
And we've had a bit of fun together, too."
I suddenly fear that something bad is about to happen.
I'm not feeling the happy mood anymore. I'll bet that the Camerons have sold
Whispering Gums and that Dad has to go away to find another job, and that we
will be going back to live at Ma and Pa's place!
The first thing to run through my head is that after
Mum left, then it was Ron and on Friday it will be Andy (again), and now I will
soon have to say goodbye to Mr Grant!
I feel my mouth do funny twisting things and my eyes
start to fill with tears. Ms O'Sullivan reaches across the table, takes my hand
and smiles at me.
"Firstly," Dad says, "Mr Cameron has told me that
Whispering Gums has a new owner."
I knew it! And my tears are about to overflow.
"Secondly," he continues. "The new owner wants me to
stay on and manage the place."
Ms O'Sullivan squeezes my hand.
"The next bit is harder," Dad says, and takes a big
mouthful of coffee.
So, if he's staying on as the manager, we won't have
to move. I try to manage a smile and wipe away the tears on my sleeves. Both
sides.
"Boys," Dad says, "you have been growing up and are
becoming young men so fast that I almost didn't see it happening, except for
needing to buy you new clothes." He grins at his own joke, then continues, "So
I'm sure that you will understand what I am about to tell you."
I'm feeling really confused. I have no idea what is
coming next.
Dad takes a deep breath. "Boys, your mother will
always be your Mum." He pauses. "But she no longer wants to be married to me."
Ms O'Sullivan reaches across with her other hand and
takes hold of Dad's. Dad also extends his free hand to Karl.
Karl opens his mouth for the first time. "What?"
"Boys, you remember why your mother left?" He reminds
us. "She could no longer put up with the bugs and the heat and the dust, and
living so far away from everyone else that she knows."
"Yes," Karl says. "We remember that."
He looks at me and I nod agreement.
However, I also remember that Mum had seemed OK with all
of those things for years. That is, until Dad started to help Aunt Lilly to fix
up her house every Saturday. Hey, I have grown up a lot since then, and I
reckon the real reason that Mum left was because Dad was having sex with Aunt
Lilly and not with her.
"The reason that I had to go to Brisbane," Dad says,
"was to sign some papers to agree to your mother and me being separated. It's
called `divorce'. Now it's all done."
I don't know how Karl is feeling, but I reckon that this
might be more of a shock for him than for me. I understand what has happened,
and why, but I'm not sure that he will.
Dad adds, "There's more. Your mother would like you to
go and spend the school holidays with her and your Ma and Pa. She misses you,
and I know that she will be pleasantly surprised to find how much her two boys
have grown into wonderful young men."
"What holidays?" I ask, excited at the prospect of
seeing Mum and Ma and Pa. "These holidays? The ones that start on Friday? This
Friday?"
"Yes, these holidays," Dad answers. "I have already
booked the tickets. You leave next Monday; bus to Cunnamulla then the train, and
your Pa will pick you both up from the station in Brisbane."
I finally lose it, and cover my face with both hands.
Ms O'Sullivan gets me a couple of tissues.
I'm sad that Whispering Gums has been sold and that the
Camerons will be leaving. I'm really glad that Dad is staying on to manage the
place for the new owners. I'm really, really sad that Mum and Dad have been
divorced. I'm really, really, really glad that Karl and I are going to see Mum
again after nearly two years!
Karl asks, "Are Kurt and I going to travel by
ourselves?"
Dad looks from one of us to the other and smiles. "Are
you both grown-up enough to travel without me?"
"What if we get lost?" Karl asks.
It's Ms O'Sullivan who answers. "Your dad and I will
put you on the bus in Cunnamulla which will take you to the town where the
train will be waiting, and right to the station. You have reserved seats and
the station staff will help you find them, if necessary. Then your Pa will be
waiting at the other end. Nowhere to get lost!"
"Wow!" I say. "That's fantastic! I can't wait to tell
Mr Grant and Andy. Maybe we will be able meet them somewhere. Is Brisbane near
to the Gold Coast?"
"Close enough for you all to possibly meet up," Ms
O'Sullivan says.
I'm over the moon!
Then Karl says, "Didn't you say that there was
something you wanted to ask us, Dad?"
I had almost forgotten that Dad had a question.
"Yes," he replies. "But, for now, it can wait."
He takes Ms O'Sullivan's hand and they smile at each other.
"You two had better get back to school before Mr Grant
has comes looking for you," Dad tells us. "Helen and I are going back to
Whispering Gums now, and we'll see you both again on Friday."
Karl and I get hugs from Dad and Ms O'Sullivan, and I
race my brother back across the track to the school. I win, but I think that
he's getting better.
Mr Grant meets us at the gate and says, "I'm just
going to say hello to your Dad. I'll only be a few minutes. Jane is in charge
`till I get back."
The deputy sheriff rides again!
Karl and I have news to share, not about Mum and Dad,
but about going to Brisbane. Karl heads for William and I make a bee-line for
Andy.
After a few minutes of excited information sharing,
the four of us end up together.
"Maybe you can both come down and spend the day with
us," William tells us. "And you can meet our friends and Tom's parents." Then
he adds, "And Tom's little sister, Amelia."
Karl and I look at each other. Do we really want to
meet Mr Grant's sister? Then William and Andy point at our shocked faces and burst
out laughing. And start running, with Karl and me in hot pursuit!
Karl can't catch William, who weaves and dodges all
over the playground.
Andy is easy to catch. And tickle. I think that he
wasn't trying very hard to get away from me!
Mr Grant returns from seeing our Dad and motions Karl
and me to come and talk to him, at the same time holding up a hand for Andy and
William to stay back.
"Are you boys OK?" he asks, looking at us with genuine
concern.
"I guess so," Karl replies, then looks to me to see if
I want to add anything.
"I understand what has happened," I say. "Mum and Dad
haven't been together for nearly two years now, so I guess that Mum felt that
it was necessary." Then I allow my face to brighten. "But Karl and I are going
to see her next week. By ourselves, on a bus and train. To Brisbane."
I look back at Karl. He's smiling.
And I think how happy that Dad has been since he met
Ms O'Sullivan.
So, if Karl is happy and Dad is happy, and Mum is
happy with separating from Dad but still wants to see my brother and me, then
I'm happy too!
And I say so.
Mr Grant extends his arms and gathers Karl and me into
a hug. He says softly, "If you guys want to talk about anything, at any time,
I'm a good listener. OK?"
"OK, Mr Grant," Karl replies.
"Thank you, Mr Grant," I tell him.
Karl and I turn around. With William standing closer to
us than Andy, Karl takes the opportunity to run at him and manages to jump on
William's back before he has taken no more than two steps.
"Gotcha!" Karl announces, wrapping his arms firmly around
William's neck and his legs around his waist.
Andy stands still and watches them; Karl hanging on,
like a koala bear clinging to a gum tree, and William trying to shake him off.
I walk up to Andy, put my arm over his shoulder and also say, "Gotcha!"
He laughs, and we both head towards the boys' toilet
before we have to go back inside for the afternoon.
After dinner at Jintabudjaree, Andy says that he needs
to go to the toilet and offers to firstly take our dinner plates to the
kitchen. We always scrape all of the leftovers and scraps into a bin before
washing things. They are virtually clean before they go into the sink!
He leaves Mr Grant, William, Karl and me to play
dominoes.
After the third game, Mr Grant asks, "Andy's been gone
for a long time. I hope that he's OK."
I suddenly realise how long it has been, and take off
to find him.
Just as I reach the top of the stairs, Andy comes out
of the bathroom.
"Are you all right?" I ask. You were in there for a
really long time."
He replies, "After I went to the toilet, I decided to
have a shower, so that I'd smell nice in bed tonight." Then he hugs me.
"You want to go to bed now?" I ask, grinning.
He smirks back. "I'd better go and say goodnight to
everyone first."
We say our goodnights and head back up the stairs.
As soon as I enter our bedroom, I see that he has already
laid a towel on the bed, and the bottle of baby oil on top of it. Ready for a
bit of slippery fun!
My excitement would have been obvious to Andy even
before I begin to strip off.
But, even at this point, his longer-than-mine is
already way longer than mine! And harder.
However, instead of just diving onto the bed and onto
his soon-to-be oily body, I feel the need to run my fingers all over him first,
starting at the top. His hair, his Adam's apple, his chest, his flat stomach,
his growing patch of curly hairs, his balls and his hard-on. I don't need to go
any lower.
Meanwhile, Andy is playing with my `nice glutes', my
`nice' thicker-than-his, and my `nice' balls. The feel of his body and the feel
of him feeling me, is getting me really excited. Growing almost painfully stiff,
I'm afraid that I might even be the one to spurt first.
Fortunately, it's Andy who suggests lying down,
forcing our hands off of each other.
He lies on his back and motions me to settle on top of
him.
We interlock our fingers alongside his head and kiss
each other's neck. And mouth.
Our cocks are pushing against each other's and against
our bodies either side of our stiffnesses.
Andy says, "Wait," and reaches for the oil. He squirts
it between us, and also makes sure that there is a lot under his balls. "Go
on," he tells me.
I feel Junior throb in anticipation. I rub up and down
beside his cock to get Junior really oily, then I raise my hips enough to point
Junior between Andy's thighs, under his balls.
I push in between his legs once, twice, then rest my
weight back onto Andy's body, and I let my hips do all of the work. Rising,
lowering, pushing, pulling back.
"Oh, Andy," I growl at him. "This feels so good. You
do it to me. I want to feel you between my legs too."
I roll off him, onto my back. Junior is still bobbing
from the pleasure that he was feeling. "Oil me!" I tell Andy.
The look on his face is one of excitement. His hands
are almost shaking as he lifts my balls and squirts the oil there.
Instead of rolling back onto me, he supports himself
on his hands, one either side of my body and raising himself by his feet into a
push-up. Then he slowly and deliberately lowers his cock directly into the oil,
and lets it slide all of the way down. I feel his hardness press against the
part of Junior that is inside my body and I feel Junior jerk. Andy goes deeper,
and I feel him rub over my arse hole. And I shiver. And he goes past it until
his weight is fully on me.
"Ooh, that felt so good," he tells me.
He pulls back and does it all again. He moans again.
And again.
"Do it from the back, this time," I say.
He rolls off me and I roll onto my stomach, on the
towel.
I feel another squirt of oil and then Andy's body,
cock first. Then his hairs on my nice glutes. Then his weight on my back. And
he kisses my neck.
"Oh, Kurt," he whispers. "This feels much better than when
we did it in the workers' cottage."
He thrusts his cock between my legs a few times, then
rolls off me onto his back.
"Quick!" he
says. "Suck me. I'm gonna spurt."
I take his balls in one hand, raise his cock to my
mouth with the other and I only get to suck on him three times before he pushes
up his hips, his body freezes and he fills my mouth with his cum. There is too
much to swallow and I let it out onto the towel.
"Aaah," he moans softly as his body relaxes.
"Wonderful!" His panting returns to normal breathing with one huge sigh. And he
says, "Your turn."
He rolls straight onto his stomach and hands me the
oil.
I give him a good squirt, snap the hinged lid shut and
lay the plastic bottle out of the way.
I copy what Andy did to me; the push-up thing. Junior
immediately springs from mostly hard to stiffly hard as he delights in the
slipperiness of the oil plus the heat of Andy's body.
Andy can tell that I'm really enjoying the feeling of
pushing back and forth, sometimes fast, sometimes slowly.
"This is so good," I say. "I'm gonna spurt soon."
"Not yet!" Andy tells me. "Slow right down."
He rolls onto his side, taking me with him.
"Go slowly," he says.
It's hard not to do what I feel like doing, but I go
slowly. Very slowly.
I feel Andy bend his knees up and, on my next push,
Junior `gets stuck' against his hole.
When I move to free it, Andy tells me, "No. Stay
there. I want to give myself to you completely, like Uncle told me."
"What do you mean?" I ask him.
"Keep still," Andy replies.
I feel his body move. He jiggles his body so that
Junior is pressed right against his hole. He wiggles again and pushes back. I
feel Junior creep forward.
"What are you doing?" I ask him.
"Keep still. It's OK. I've cleaned everything, and got
myself ready, which is why I was up here for so long earlier," he says, and
pushes back against me again.
Junior creeps forward a bit more. It's really oily and
slippery and feels really good.
"Push a bit," Andy says. "It's OK."
I suddenly realise what Andy wants. "Do you want me to
push my cock into your arse?"
"Yes, fuck me," he says. Then he giggles, "I couldn't
say `truck me', could I?"
"But...," I start.
"Just do it," he replies. "But go really slowly. Or
hold still and let me push back on you."
I push slowly and feel Junior's whole head disappear,
gripped by Andy's body.
Andy mumbles a groan.
"Are you OK?" I ask. "Did I just hurt you."
"I'm OK," he replies. "Keep still for a while."
I lie still, with the awareness of two different
feelings. The pleasure that Junior is feeling and the pain that I think Andy
might be feeling.
I keep still and Andy begins to move. Very small
amounts. Almost like he's just feeling Junior with his bum.
He starts to push back a bit more. Then stops. Then
pushes. Then stops. A bit more. And more.
Then I feel Andy take a huge breath and he pushes his bum
right back as far as it will go, meeting my chicken feathers.
He moans again.
"Don't say anything. Keep still," he groans to me.
He gasps and pants for a minute or so, and then begins
to move. Forwards. Backwards. Slowly and then a bit faster. Not much. I feel
the tenseness in his body relax.
"OK. You do it now," Andy tells me. "Pull back and
then push in."
I do. And do. And do.
"How does it feel?" Andy asks me.
"Trucking awesome!" I tell him.
"You can go faster now, if you like," he says. "It's
feeling good for me too."
With that reassurance I pick up a bit of speed, like I
was doing just between his legs.
"Oh, yes!" I moan. "Fantastic! Better than anything
I've ever done before! Oh, wow!" and I keep pushing.
Maybe it's my breathing, or perhaps it's the noises
that I'm making, that alerts Andy to what will happen soon. He says, "Stop
moving!"
He rolls carefully onto his back, swinging one leg
over my head so that Junior stays in him. Then he puts that leg and his other
one onto my shoulders. "I want to see your face!" he tells me. "Keep going."
With him like this, I can see Junior disappear, like
into a tunnel, and re-appear as I thrust and pull back. His own cock is bobbing
up and down, now stiff again.
I smile at his face. He grins back, then closes his
eyes, tilting his head back.
He opens his eyes and stares into mine. Grinning.
"When you spurt, do it on my stomach," he tells me. I want to watch.
I keep going, enjoying every movement, every push,
every pull back, every expression on Andy's face.
Suddenly he says, "Faaark," and I feel his body tense
and his cock spews another load of white stuff up on his chest.
I feel his body clamp hold of Junior and my balls
tingle. I know that I can't stop. I pull out of him and spray a whole lot of the
white stuff up his body.
I look at him looking at me. We grin at each other. He
lowers his legs and I lay myself onto his wet, sticky body.
We hug and indulge in some kissing. Mouth and neck.
"Was that good?" he asks me. "It looked like you
enjoyed it."
"Oh, Andy," I murmur. "Thank you. I need you to feel
what I just felt. And I want to watch your face too."
"Not now," he replies. "We really need to clean up,
and get some sleep."
Two naked bodies creep to the bathroom, have a quick
shower, wash and wring out the towel and the spunk cloth and hang them to dry
(as much as they will be able to overnight).
We snuggle and cuddle back to sleep, with lots of
`thank you's.
I don't hear any noises during the night and Andy
doesn't stir to talk to `Uncle'.
I'm the last one out of the classroom for lunch. Mr Grant
stops me and asks, "Did I hear you guys take a late shower last night?" He's
grinning.
"Yeah, well, it was necessary," I tell him. "Things
got a bit messy." I grin back.
He knows what I mean, and doesn't ask any other questions.
"Can you keep a secret?" he asks me.
"Of course I can, Mr Grant,"
I say. "You should know that by now!"
He looks out over my shoulder to make sure that nobody
else can hear, then says, "Your Dad and I have arranged a bit of a party for
Andy tonight at Jintabudjaree. After we get home, your Dad is going to come
with Ms O'Sullivan and the Camerons. They insisted on bringing all of the food
with them. Don't mention anything to Will or Karl or Andy, will you?"
"Gee, Mr Grant!" I tell him. "If you hadn't said
anything, I couldn't tell them anyway!"
"I just wanted you to know beforehand that we would be
having visitors," he tells me, "in case you and Andy had planned to do anything
after school. That's all."
I know what he means. No, we can do stuff tonight. In
bed. "Thanks, Mr Grant," I tell him, and he helps my tail out of the door with
a friendly swat, which we both enjoy.
After school, back at Jintabudjaree, Andy and I are the
first up the front steps. Well, I'm first and he's second.
I stand at the door and wait for him to open it. The
others are not far behind him.
Without thinking, I put my hand on the door knob, and
the door swings open.
How?
Everybody freezes and stares.
What just happened?
(to be continued)
The parallel
version to this story, `Schoolie', told through the eyes of Tom Grant, has
concluded.
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