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 41:

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?

Chapter 42 – And Then He's Gone

William is the first to speak. "How the hell did you do that?"

My brother adds, "Yeah. How come?"

I have no idea! I just shrug and pull a stupid face.

William yanks the door shut and then tries to open it again himself. And fails.

Karl also tries. Same result.

"Do it again!" William tells me.

I hesitantly place my hand above the door knob, then touch it. The door opens.

Everyone stares at me, then at Andy. Then, all eyes turn to Mr Grant. He's the owner of this place and he's a teacher. And, apart from Andy, he's the only one who has ever been able to open the door!

"Don't expect me to give you an answer," Mr Grant says to us. "I don't even know why I can open it. Or Andy."

Everyone is still shaking his head in disbelief as we pass through the open door.

Mr Grant says, "We are going to eat in the dining room tonight. We may as well have dinner properly seeing that we won't be here for another two weeks."

He tells us all to put our things into our rooms. I know why. Then he says, "Kurt and Andy, when you come downstairs, can you two and I go for a ride in the Landau?"

That's his way of saying that he wants a private chat with Andy and me.

"Will, can you and Karl amuse yourselves for a while?" he asks.

Stupid question!

William and Karl grin at each other. I don't expect them to be playing dominoes!

 

Andy and I climb into the Landau and Mr Grant sits opposite us.

"Are we in trouble, Tom?" Andy asks

"No Andy," Mr Grant replies. "I just wanted to talk about what happened upstairs."

"You mean about Kurt opening the door?" Andy responds.

"Yes. About that," Mr Grant says. "Do either of you have any idea why Kurt could suddenly do that?"

I shake my head, shrug, and look at Andy, to see whether he has an explanation.

"House rule?" Andy asks.

"Of course, Andy," Mr Grant replies. "A secret just among us."

I still have no idea, and I'm keen to find out as much as Mr Grant appears to be.

"Well, Tom," Andy starts. "The ghost has been talking to me, every night."

"What?" Mr Grant replies. "The ghost has been talking to you? When? What did he say?"

"Every night in bed, except last night," Andy tells him. Then he adds, "Kurt knows."

"Has he spoken to you too, Kurt?" Mr Grant asks me.

"Well, I didn't see him, or hear him, like Andy did," I say.

"Then how...?" Mr Grant starts to ask.

"But I know that Andy was talking to him, or someone," I answer. "I could hear Andy talking and I could feel him moving."

"What did Andy say to the ghost?" Mr Grant asks me.

"I couldn't understand it," I tell him. "It sounded like an aboriginal voice. At least I think that it was what an aboriginal would sound like. I've never actually met one."

Mr Grant looks directly at Andy, for some explanation.

"Tom," Andy says. "I saw him, and he spoke to me. And he has told me to call him `Uncle' and that you and I were `blood of his blood' and that I shouldn't be afraid."

Mr Grant pulls a funny face and scratches the back of his head. "I thought the reason that only you and I were able to open the door must have been something like that. But how can Kurt open it today when he was never able to before? Even yesterday."

"You have to promise that you won't tell!" Andy says, almost pleading with him, and looking at me too.

"You have my word," Mr Grant tells him. "House rule. I promise."

"Me too," I add, really, really wanting to know the answer.

Andy looks down at the floor of the Landau and takes a deep breath. "Uncle said that if I gave myself to somebody completely that he would become like one of us."

I can't understand what he is saying. All that happened differently last night was that we...

Mr Grant reaches across to us. He takes Andy's hand in one of his and mine in the other. He says, quietly, looking at Andy, "And is that what happened last night? Did you give yourself to Kurt completely?"

"Yes," is all that Andy whispers.

"OK," Mr Grant replies. "I understand." Then, looking from Andy to me and back again, he asks, "Do either of you want to talk about it?"

All I can do is shake my head. I enjoyed what Andy and I did last night but I don't want to talk to Mr Grant about it.

Andy says, "Not now, Tom. But maybe sometime. Is that OK?"

"Yes, Andy," Mr Grant replies. "Any time. And I think that it would actually be healthy for the three of us to talk about it when you are ready. In the meantime, please be careful that nobody gets hurt. OK?"

"OK," Andy replies.

I nod. And I ask, "You won't say anything to my Dad will you Mr Grant? Or to my brother? Or to William, because he will tell Karl and my brother will tell Dad."

"I gave you my promise, boys," Mr Grant tells us. "It's our secret."

I smile. Andy smiles. Mr Grant smiles.

We climb down out of the Landau, and Mr Grant gives us both a big hug, ruffles our hair, and swats us both on our tails. "OK," he says, "Let's go up and get ready for dinner."

 

William and Karl are nowhere to be seen. I can guess where they are and what they might be doing. Probably!

"Will you guys help me to set the table, please?" Mr Grant asks us. "Let's do it all properly tonight."

He takes out a stack of plates, gives five to Andy and me and asks us to arrange them at the end of the table nearest to the door. And, for us to add the cutlery. I notice that he puts an `extra' four plates in a pile at the other end, as though he had accidentally taken out too many. I think that Andy hasn't noticed.

Mr Grant calls me over and says, "Kurt, would you like to help Andy pack his bag, and make sure that he doesn't forget anything? We'll take it with us in the morning so that we can leave straight after school."

He winks at me. I get it. He wants Andy out of the way when the visitors arrive.

"I'll call you for dinner," Mr Grants tells us.

That's secret code for `keep him upstairs until we've got everything ready'.

"Sure thing, Mr Grant," I reply, winking back.

He grins.

He takes his phone and rings somebody. I know that it's a special phone which works out here. "Can you and Karl come downstairs, please, Will?" he says.

What? He just rang William upstairs? Why didn't he just yell? Or go and knock on the door? Then, again, maybe that wouldn't have been such a good idea! Mr Grant is smart!

Andy and I close our bedroom door behind us.

Now what can I do to keep him occupied? I think that we should organise his clothes first, and then we might have some time to play. But not too seriously, with visitors expected.

"Why don't we lay out all of your things on the bed?" I put to him. "What you want for school tomorrow can be left to one side. Everything else can go into your bag but whatever you want for when you are travelling can be put on the top. Like pyjama pants for tomorrow night."

Those decisions take all of 30 seconds. Packing Andy's bag takes another 60 seconds.

Now what?

Andy and I look at each other, and I grab him in a hug, and just hold on. He stretches his arms around me and rests the side of his head against mine.

A lot of things run through my mind. Everything, from when I first met him, the day when Mr Grant became the owner of this property, right up to today. Everything. Especially last night!

We don't need to talk. We just appreciate each other. Junior doesn't even bother getting hard!

Until, Andy turns around and leans his back right against my front. I put my arms around him again and hug him as closely as I can get him.

He leans his head backward so that his cheek and mine connect. I feel him leaning onto me.

I feel his hands move behind him and squeeze in between us to connect with Junior.

I press Junior against his hands then drop one of my hands down his front to find out what's happening in his pants.

"This is nice," he tells me. "I am going to miss you so much!"

"I'll see you next week while Karl and I are visiting Mum and our Ma and Pa," I say.

"Just seeing you won't be the same," he says with a heavy sigh. "Because we won't be able to do anything, which could be worse than not seeing you at all."

I move my hand away from the now-discernible thickness in his pants, knowing that we're expecting visitors, and say, "Let's lie on the bed and talk until Mr Grant calls us."

He moves his hands but, instead of heading for the bed, he turns, wraps his arms around me, and I can tell that he is crying. Silently.

I rest my hands on his glutes and hold our bodies tightly together. He will be able to feel Junior now because I can definitely feel his. We rock from side to side and I feel Junior starting to do things that I don't want him to do. Not now.

I let go of Andy and lay myself on the bed, with my legs hanging over the edge. I pat the space next to me.

Andy lays himself down with me and immediately reaches for my hand. We interlock our fingers and he squeezes mine. I respond the same.

There is silence. Just squeezing.

"What are you thinking?" I ask him.

"I'm sad and happy," he replies.

"Tell me about your happy thoughts," I say. "We can talk about the other things tonight, and I'll see if I can make the sad ones go away."

He rolls over, kisses me, then lies back down.

"I came out here with my mother so that I could see Tom," Andy starts. "He's the one who tried to help me, after something really bad happened, but I wouldn't let him. And then something even worse happened to me."

"Hey," I say, "this is supposed to be the happy thoughts!"

"The happy thought is," he says, "that I saw Tom again and felt really good. But what was even better was that I met you."

Instinctively, I turn my head to look at him, and discover that he is staring at me. He still has tears in his eyes, but he is smiling. He squeezes my hand.

I tell him, "I remember when William introduced us to each other. There were two things that I noticed. Your blue eyes and your tight jeans."

"Yeah," he says. I noticed yours too, and I just knew that we were going to be friends!"

"And what about when we were playing hide-n-seek?" I remind him. "And when you tricked me because you hid behind the door in the loungeroom!"

He replies, "And finding the secret room off the bathroom."

"And being in the dark, and feeling each other's cock!" I say. "Like this..." Releasing our interlocked fingers, I reach over and lay my hand on the front of his jeans.

"But then we didn't get to do what we had planned," he says, sighing heavily, "because I had to go home when it started raining."

"However, the good bit was that your mum let you stay until now," I grin at him.

"We can thank Tom for that too," he tells me. "My mother had no answer to everything that Tom suggested on the way to Cunnamulla."

"And, the best bit is, that you can talk properly again, walk properly again, and that the plaster is off your arm," I say.

"Yes," Andy replies. "That is excellent, but it's not the best bit. The best bit is what we did last night."

"Yes. Thank you. It was amazing. So, is that why I can open the door too now?" I ask.

"Yes," Andy answers. "But I don't know whether you will be able to see and hear `Uncle' like I can. I hope so. He's not so scary, and he has taught me a lot, even if you thought that I was asleep the whole time."

I'm about to suggest to Andy that he do to me tonight what he let me do to him last night, when we hear `Dinner!' from downstairs.

Andy and I remove ourselves from the bed. "Shirts out!" I tell him, observing the condition of our pants.

I open the bedroom door and see Mr Grant standing on the landing below the zebra. He puts his finger to his lips. There is a surprise waiting for Andy.

We get to the top of the stairs. Mr Grant says, "You guys should clean up a bit before dinner." Then he grins, pointing at our pants, "And, from what I can see, you'd better use a lot of cold water."

We head for the bathroom.

"I didn't think they were that obvious, with our shirts out," I say to Andy.

"It wouldn't really matter, would it?" Andy asks. "It's only Will and Karl and Tom. They've seen us stiff before, even with our clothes off."

"Well, maybe he doesn't want the others to get excited looking at us," I tell him.

However, I know the real reason! And I agree with Mr Grant because I don't want my Dad and Ms O'Sullivan to see Andy and me so `excited'.

"I reckon Will and Karl were already excited, before us," Andy says. "They took off to their room when we went down to the Landau to talk with Tom."

Faces, arms and hands all washed, in cold water. Cocks under control and tucked away, we head downstairs. I'm not sure exactly what to expect.

I let Andy walk in front of me into the dining room.

"Surprise!" I hear shouted by lots of voices just as I enter the room behind him.

Andy is so shocked that he jumps and almost falls back onto me.

"What?" he says out loud.

I'm glad that it wasn't any other words, also with four letters, that I could imagine him blurting out.

"What's happening?" he asks. "It's not my birthday."

"When is your birthday, love?" Mrs Cameron asks him.

"It doesn't matter," Andy replies. "I've already had it."

Mr Grant looks at him and reminds Andy that he had asked him the same question not too long ago.

"Umm," Andy murmurs. He looks very uncomfortable.

Has he had a birthday and not told us?

Birthday bumps!!

"It doesn't matter Andy," Mr Grant tells him. "But, if we can't have a party for your birthday, we certainly want to celebrate the time that you have spent with us. Isn't that right, everyone?"

Everybody claps.

Andy looks around. Apart from the people that he was expecting to have dinner with, he can see that the Camerons, Ms O'Sullivan and my Dad have joined us.

"Hey, champ," my Dad says to him, "I haven't seen a lot of you while you have been staying here, but I know that everyone has enjoyed having you around. And we are all really pleased that you have recovered so well from your accident in such a short time."

"Hear, hear!" Mr Grant and Mr Cameron say, agreeing with Dad.

Mr Grant adds, "And, we are very thankful to Mrs Cameron and Ms O'Sullivan for preparing dinner for us all tonight, and I'm pleased that we have these magnificent facilities in which to enjoy dinner together."

"Hear, hear!" William says aloud, alone, and everybody laughs.

I look at the table. I think that I've never seen such a variety of food!

Somebody has brought soft drinks for the younger ones. That would be me and Karl and Andy. Maybe William. There is also a bottle of red wine, like Pa has, for the adults. Maybe not William. LOL.

We eat. And talk a lot. And everybody says something nice about Andy. His smile. His manners. His restored health. His helpfulness at school. His skills in our games and sports.

Karl shocks me when he even thanks Andy for being a good friend to me.

I reckon he's thankful that Andy keeps me out of Karl's way so that he and William can do sexy stuff together. Hey! You won't hear me complaining!

Knowing that I've been silent, Dad, sitting next to me, asks, "What do you think, Kurt? Is there something that you'd like to say about Andy?"

Now, my Dad knows that I really like Andy. So does Mr Grant. And there are things which I like about Andy that I can't share with people. Like his longer-than-mine cock and the way that he plays with Junior, and for what he let me do with him last night.

What can I say?

I think for a moment then answer, "I like Andy because he's been just like another brother to me, like Karl. It's great having two terrific brothers!"

Dad puts his arm across my shoulders and tells me, "Well said, son!"

Karl grins at me. It's kind of like half-embarrassed and half-thankful.

Andy speaks up and everybody goes quiet.

"When I came here," he starts, "I wasn't very well, and I was really unhappy. But you have all made me feel really happy and helped me to get better. And I'd really like to stay longer, but my mother is missing me. That's what she keeps telling me when Tom lets me ring her on his phone. I really like it here, and I want to come and visit again, when I get the chance."

Mrs Cameron says, "It has been wonderful to meet you, Andy, love. Unfortunately, Mr Cameron and I won't be here when you come to visit. We have sold Whispering Gums and we are looking forward to spending time travelling and catching up with a lot of our relatives. But, I know that everyone here would be very happy to have you come and visit whenever you can."

"Do you know who the new owners are?" William asks. "Do they have children?"

Mr Cameron answers, "No, we don't know yet, but I'm sure that Helen does, because she works for the Council."

I know that he means Ms O'Sullivan. Everyone turns to her, perhaps expecting an answer.

"Yes, I know," she says, smiling. "I've seen all of the documents, but I can't say anything at the moment. Maybe when all of the legalities are settled in a couple of weeks."

Mrs Cameron says, "Maybe we can all have lunch with the new owners out at Whispering Gums just before we leave. I'm sure that the new owners would like us to give them a guided tour of everything."

"Marvellous idea!" Mr Cameron says. "A couple of new children would be good for the school too, eh Tom?"

 

The evening is a great time together. However, I'm really wanting to spend the last night in bed with Andy. I'm going to miss him terribly. Even seeing him again next week near Mr Grant's parent's place won't be the same as spending time alone with each other.

My Dad reckons that it's time they all cleared up and drove back to Whispering Gums.

Andy and I help Mrs Cameron and Ms O'Sullivan with the dishes, because we know where everything goes, and we both get a `special hug' from them as thanks.

Karl, William and Mr Grant help Mr Cameron and Dad load everything into the dual cab ute.

"See you tomorrow, guys," Dad tells Karl and me, giving us a hug.

Then Andy gets a special hug from him too. Dad tells him, "I hope that we see a lot more of you, Champ." Then I hear him whisper, "Kurt would love to see you again too! Maybe next holidays for the whole two weeks."

I reckon that Andy's eyes are thinking about crying again.

Everybody gets goodbye and good-night hugs from everyone else.

And it's time for bed!

 

It's extremely tough for me, knowing that this is my last night with Andy.

I will see him next week, but it's not the same as having him next to me, in bed.

And, after that it will be at least 10 weeks until the next holidays. And how will he get here? Maybe I could travel to the Gold Coast with Mr Grant and then Andy and I could come back by train and bus, like Karl and I will do at the end of our time with Mum and Ma and Pa. Then, how would he get home again? Or, maybe Dad could drive us. I suppose that we have plenty of time to work those things out.

Andy and I take off our clothes.

I just want to look at him!

I like his smile, and his thick, blond hair, kind of like mine. And his Adam's apple. And how his muscles are obvious, without being big, like Ron's.

He has narrow hips and nice legs. And I love his patch of `chicken feathers' around his longer-than-mine cock, which is hanging straight down.

I motion with my hand for him to turn around. Even from the back he is beautiful. As Ron would say, `nice glutes'!

He is smiling, looking at me looking at him.

He motions for me to turn around, just like I did to him.

We stand closer together and reach out.

Our fingertips meet, like cups, one over and one under. We raise our palms, like soft high-5s, or is it high-10s? And our fingers interlock.

The whole time, our eyes are fixed on each other's.

Closer.

Our cocks meet. And our lips meet.

We wrap our arms around each other.

I love the feeling of touching his warm skin, and having his hands lightly rub all over my body. His glutes are firm and round. I pull our bodies as close together as they can be.

We just spend time stroking each other all over and around.

Junior doesn't stay soft. Neither does Andy's. And we play with each other's. And balls. And chicken feathers. And glutes. And everywhere else.

"Hey!" Andy says. "You're getting an Adam's apple!"

I feel Junior respond by jumping to totally stiff and pressing against Andy's body.

I'm getting an Adam's apple! Like Andy. Wow! At last! Growing up.

 

I spread the towel on the bed and we lie together.

I have the oil ready.

"You want to do it again? Like last night?" I ask him. "It felt really good."

"I didn't get myself ready tonight," Andy says. "It's not as easy as just putting it in."

"Can you do it to me, then?" I ask him.

"I don't think so!" Andy says firmly. "Same reason. You are not ready."

"Does it really matter?" I ask. "Can't you just slide it in, with the oil? I want you to feel as good as I did last night."

"Trust me. It's not easy. It would hurt you too much, and I don't want to hurt you," Andy says.

Now, I'm upset, because I hurt Andy. He just told me that it hurts to do it.

"Did I hurt you last night?" I ask. "Why didn't you say so?"

"Not much," he answers. "And I did prepare myself for you."

"Why can't you teach me to prepare myself?" I put to him. "Then you can do it."

Andy sighs. I'm not sure whether he's going to do it, or not.

"Kurt," he says, rolling on top of me. "I'd love to do it to you, but I'd hate your first time to be a bad memory because it hurt you."

I don't know what to say.

He says, "How about we wait until I come back, then I'll teach you, and we can do it to each other as much as you like?"

"But..." I start to say, then he silences me by covering my mouth with his.

Then, pulling his mouth back, he says, "I'd be more than happy if we can just do it tonight with the oil, between each other's legs. Like before. Is that OK?"

But..." I begin again, only to be silenced again.

"Just happy thoughts tonight to remember each other by. No pain. Please!" Andy says.

"OK," I say. "But you promise that you'll teach me next holidays?"

"Absolutely!" Andy says. "It's something that we can both look forward to."

I give in by rolling him onto his back and begin to kiss him. His mouth. His Adam's apple. His chest. His stomach. His cock. I take as much of it in as I can, then start to suck him. I know that he won't last long.

And he doesn't.

"Here it comes," he groans, and he fills my mouth. I swallow as much as I can in one gulp.

I move back up his body and kiss him.

"I can taste it," he says, pulling his face away from mine. "Not as good as honey, but not as bad as castor oil, either."

We both laugh.

"My turn," he tells me, and he rolls me onto my back. "But, when you get that feeling like something's going to start happening, you have to tell me to stop. OK?"

"Why?" I ask.

"Because that's when I want you to do it between my legs," he replies.

He goes slowly, like he's seeing how long I can last.

I feel something stirring. Maybe Andy can sense it too, even without me saying anything.

He reaches for the oil and gives it to me. "Do it from the back," he tells me, and rolls onto his stomach.

I squirt oil onto his glutes and thighs, snap the lid shut, then rub it around and between his legs, under his glutes.

I lay my body on his and rub Junior up and down between his glutes, then I raise myself up and push Junior down between his oily legs, then lower myself onto him. I do a few push-ups and then let my hips do the work. Pulling up, pushing down.

Andy tightens his thigh muscles and grips Junior as he moves back and forth.

"Ooh," I tell him. That feels terrific!" I keep going until I feel the excitement start again. "Lie on your side," I tell Andy, and I roll us both sideways, with one of my arms under his neck and the other one across his chest.

I hold him tightly and begin to pick up speed with my hips. I feel for Andy's cock and balls and I can also feel Junior's head appearing and disappearing.

"I'm gonna cum!" I tell him.

"I wanna feel it," he tells me, and replaces my hand with his own.

When I am about to spurt, I push hard and leave Junior sticking out. I can feel Andy's fingers. I explode, and moan.

Andy groans too.

I'm glad that we have the towel under us.

We relax until I feel able to move.

I reach for his cock and it is hard. "You want to do it to me now?" I ask him.

"From the front," he says, "but still on our sides."

Facing him, I raise one leg, so that he can spread the oil.

Then he starts pushing. He holds me tightly. I love the feeling of his cock slipping under my balls and across my hole. He kisses me and keeps pushing. Then he pulls his head back and says, "This feels so good!" Then there is a pause; then he speeds up.

He holds his body tightly against mine and I love the feeling of it shuddering as he spurts, and watching the expression on his face, as my body makes him happy.

We fall asleep with our arms around each other.

 

I sense a movement. And I hear a voice. And it's not Andy's. It's a man's voice. I hear "Do not be afraid. The blood of my blood has chosen wisely. Have patience. I will always be here when you need me."

 

The next thing that I remember is waking up. The sun's up. Junior's up. And I need a shower. And to pee.

I try to get away from Andy without waking him. I turn and look at the bed, one last time with Andy on it. And his handsome morning wood.

He stirs, feels for my body next to him, then sits up. He sees me and smiles.

"Just going for a pee and a shower," I tell him.

"I'll be there in a minute," he grins, then stretches to awaken the rest of his body.

 

We dress for school, check that Andy has everything in his bag, and head downstairs. I can tell instantly what we are having for breakfast without even seeing it.

"Knowing how you all love pancakes," Mr Grant tells us, "I thought that I'd do something special this morning."

The three of us don't wait for Karl and William, but we're not much into our stack, when William's nose precedes his body into the room.

Karl is not far behind him.

Andy says, "You're both lucky that you came before we finished ours, or we would have started on yours next."

William begins to answer, "Yeah, well, if that had happened, I would have..."

That's as far as he gets, when Mr Grant finishes the sentence for him, "...you would have had to make your own!"

William's serious face turns into a grin. "I still might, after I finish these," he says.

Great breakfast!

We clean up and Mr Grant reminds Karl and me that we will be going back to our own place after school today, so we should bring all of our stuff with us too. We dash back upstairs, fill our backpacks then head out to the car.

 

Another normal, end-of-term, day. Tidying up, cleaning up, party lunch, games, and then the term is over!

Mr Grant gives me a piece of paper with his phone number and his parents' address, so that we can work out when and where to meet.

With hugs all round and expressions of "We'll see you next week', I find it hard to hold back my tears as Karl and I wave William and Mr Grant goodbye. And Andy.

 

(to be continued)

 

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

-----

If you like the story, and haven't said 'hello' yet, please take a couple of minutes to email me.

rob.zz@hotmail.com

I try to reply to everyone, though maybe not immediately. Please be patient.

-----

Please support the efforts at Nifty. Every little bit helps to ensure that

our stories are posted. Do it here: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html