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 53:

I do my `need to turn in early' routine again, so that Karl can visit William.

Mr Grant and I do nothing more than cuddle and enjoy feeling each other's body for a while. Does he think that I've snuck out on Karl again? Or has William filled him in on our plan?

Back in my own bed, I pretend not to hear Karl return from William's room, choosing simply to turn from my back onto my side as if disturbed from a dream by the movement in the bed as he slides in. Then, I enjoy the feeling of Karl's body snuggling up behind me. With his arm and leg over me, I fall asleep, smiling.

 

I open my eyes. It's Thursday morning. Breakfast is going to be at Marty's today! I'm looking forward to all of the sausages! The only difference today, compared to previously, is that we will be seeing Ash's body instead of Andy's!

Junior is certainly excitable in the morning!

Chapter 54 – Sausages

I have a quick shower to make sure that I'm thoroughly clean, then get dressed for school while Karl has his shower.

Andy and I do our daily quick texting thing, checking on each other's health and updating each other on any `significant' occurrences. At the end, I add...

<<Having breakfast at Marty's this morning>>

<<Marty's usual dress code?>> he replies.

<<Yep>>

<<Ring me tonight Kurt and tell me about it. OK?>>

"Breakfast at Marty's!" Mr Grant calls. "Clothes must be on while we're driving!"

<<OK. Gotta go Andy. Love you >>

<<Love you too>>

 

I sit up front with Mr Grant.

William and Karl are in the back seat. Surely those two are not going to get each other all excited before breakfast!

Mr Grant doesn't need to use the horn to announce our arrival. Marty's dogs have seen to that already.

As we pull up near Marty's back door, I hear a loud `Shut up!' from inside, and the dogs' obedience (or fear) is obvious because of their immediate silence.

"Go ahead and change in the bedroom," Mr Grant tells us, "while I say a quick hello to Marty and Ash."

"Cold water in the bathroom!" William says, mainly for his and Karl's benefit. Judging by the firm outlines in their shorts, they quite obviously did muck around a bit in the back seat! Didn't they do enough in bed last night?

However, as I strip off my clothes, Junior starts to become mildly excited too. Maybe it's because of my memory of meeting Mr Cook, Ash, when he visited our school, and then my thoughts of being about to see his handsome body without his clothes! And of him seeing me without mine. I really hope that Junior behaves, so I'd better start with some cold water too!

William and Karl are really quick at getting their clothes off, probably because they've had so much practice at doing it after school, LOL, and they head for the bathroom.

"You OK?" Mr Grant asks, almost bumping me in the doorway as he comes in just as I'm heading out.

"Yes," I reply. "Well, nothing that a bit of cold water won't fix." I look down at Junior getting chunky, and Mr Grant's eyes follow.

"Just relax and be yourself," Mr Grant smiles at me. "You'll be fine."

Instead of waiting my turn at the hand basin, I turn on Marty's shower. It's cold, and the spray on my arms plus a bit on my body helps Junior to `settle down' pretty quickly.

"Hi Cuz," Marty says to William. He adds, "Hello boys," for Karl and me. He turns to Ash and says, "You remember Karl and Kurt? Good luck telling them apart!"

I see Ash checking out our cocks, balls and `chicken feathers'. "Hello men!" he says smiling.

Men? Hey, I like him! I'm starting to enjoy having people treat me more like a grown-up than as a kid.

"Hi," both William and Karl reply.

"Good morning, Mr Cook," I add.

"That would be Kurt!" Marty tells him. "It becomes more obvious when you get to know him!"

"And, good morning to you, Mr Andersen!" Ash says, facing me.

He looks at the weird face that I pull. As far as I'm concerned, my Dad is `Mr Andersen'.

Then he says, "How about a deal? I'll call you `Kurt' if you call me `Ash'. Is that OK?"

"I guess so," I reply. "Thank you."

I've learned to call Ms O'Sullivan `Helen', so I suppose that I could get used to calling him `Ash'.

He is really attractive! I like that he is slim, and that he has great muscles – but not bulky like Marty's. And he has `nice glutes' too. Really nice actually. (That reminds me of what Ron said about my body, but I reckon that Karl and I don't look nearly as good as Ash does.) And Ash is the only man that I know with long hair; it's tied back in what I understand is a `pony tail', which figures, because that is exactly what it looks like.

And... then there's his `sausage'! It's as thick as mine but longer than William's. I wonder how big it gets when it's hard! Yeah, well, I'm sure that he gets hard too, like the rest of us!

"So, how does everybody like their sausages?" Marty asks, disturbing my thoughts.

I don't say any of the things that I'm thinking, but `attached to Andy' would be one of them.

"Cooked," William answers back.

"But not burnt!" Karl throws in.

Instead answering Marty's question, I ask, "Marty, do you have any tomatoes and onions?"

"What! Aren't sausages with scrambled eggs and toast enough for you?" he says back at me, smiling but seeming surprised that I would ask for something extra.

"I'd be happy to make some tomato and onion gravy for the sausages, if you'd like," I say, remembering that it's an easy one after browsing through Mrs Cameron's red cook book.

"You're joking, right?" Marty answers me, his eyes widening, as it was obviously not what he expected to hear.

"No, I don't joke about food," I tell him. "I can make some gravy. It would only take me a couple of minutes, while you do the eggs."

"OK. Onions are in this cupboard and tomatoes are in the fridge," Marty says, pointing to both. "Pots and pans are in the next cupboard," he says as though this will be a test for me!

They stand and stare as I gather what I need and get started, without wasting any time so that everything will be ready together.

Karl throws in, "And he does lamb's fry and bacon, as well."

"And apple pies, and jam tarts," William adds. Trust him and his sweet tooth!

I see Ash and Marty exchanging glances at each other. They're the sort of expressions that I would expect if they had discovered some sort of secret treasure. Like Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.

"Marty has already cooked the sausages," Ash comments, more to me than the others. "They are in the oven, covered with foil. He and I already agreed that if he did the sausages, then I'd do the eggs. So, do you think that there is enough space at the stove for the two of us?"

"I don't need much room," I tell him.

"Yeah. Me neither," Ash replies. "Are you right or left-handed?" he asks. "Which side of the stove do you want?"

"What about you?" I politely ask him back, to offer him the choice. "Which side would you prefer?"

He answers, "I can use either hand for lots of things." Then he adds, more quietly, not for the others to hear, "Or sometimes, both together."

I'm unsure whether he's saying one of those adult double-meaning things and I look at him, straight at his face. He winks at me, and deliberately looks down at his dick. Yep, I was right! I check out his long `sausage', which seems to have grown a bit, then back at his face. I grin at him, and he winks again. Maybe he actually could use both hands on it when it is hard!

The others are standing past the table, chatting, and miss the little bit of `communication' between Ash and me. Mr Grant is next to Marty. William is next to Mr Grant and Karl is next to William. Marty – Mr Grant – William – Karl.

"What else can you do?" Ash asks me, raising his voice so that everybody can hear. Then he adds, "Apart from cooking?"

"I can drive a Land Rover and mend fences," I reply, finishing off chopping the onions and wiping my eyes, then starting on slicing the tomatoes. "But, I'm not much good at riding a horse. That would be my brother's speciality, and William's."

Karl pipes up, "And my Dad taught me how to shoe horses."

Thinking of how Karl and William liked to gang up on me in the weir, I add, staring hard at the two of them. "And I'm pretty good at holding my breath under water."

William and Karl look at each other, like pirates who have been caught planning a mutiny. Guilty!

I add, "But, generally, I just enjoy giving people a hand, with whatever they'd like me to do for them."

I think that every face in the room turns and stares at me as though I've said something with one of those double meanings. It was unintentional, but pretty funny when I think about my own words! I've already given Karl and William and Mr Grant one of those hands! LOL.

However, I need to add, "You know, like doing the dishes, or," and I stare, intentionally, at my brother, "sweeping the outside toilet, or painting the sides of a shed."

Everybody's face seems to relax. Except for one. Karl's. Guilty again!

Ash continues to grin then turns and winks at me once more. He's being very friendly! I feel Junior starting to become much more interested in what's going on, so I head for the cold water in the sink, with my back to everyone, and make a point of washing my hands, from the onions and tomatoes.

Having `cooled down', I return to the stove, next to Ash, with each of us stirring our preparations. Suddenly I feel warmth of Ash's thigh against mine while, at the same time, he speaks to the others. "Eggs are nearly ready. As soon as the chef here has finished with the gravy, you can come and get it."

"Whoa! Not yet!" Marty says. "Michelangelo hasn't done the toast yet. The bread's sliced and ready for him."

"I'll help you," Karl says to William. "You toast and I'll butter."

Ash turns off the stove and we leave the eggs and the gravy, ready for people to serve themselves.

Our places in the small kitchen space are taken by William and Karl, and Marty who takes the dish out of the oven and removes the foil. I see two or three different types of sausages.

Ash and I are standing next to Mr Grant when Ash says, "Nice job, chef!" and he pats me on the backside, so that nobody else can see it. Maybe they wouldn't think badly of anything if they did see it, as a way of Ash emphasising his compliment!

I pat his firm, round backside, like he did to me, and reply, "Nice job, yourself. But, did you remember the salt, pepper and parsley?"

"Cheeky!" he replies, and I feel his hand come to rest across my `nice glutes' and give one a `cheeky' squeeze. "OK. No problem!" he says. "I'll chop some parsley for people to sprinkle on top of their own. Salt and pepper are on the table. Same deal. Add as much as you want."

He heads back to the kitchen.

Mr Grant half-whispers to me, "You OK, Kurt?"

Without knowing exactly what prompted his question, I simply answer, "Yes, Mr Grant. Thank you."

Was it because of my earlier uncertainty about being naked in front of Ash? Or has he noticed the bit of playfulness between Ash and me? Mr Grant doesn't miss much! And I appreciate his concern for me.

With everything ready, people each grab a plate from the table, help themselves to the food and then sit down. Karl sits on one side. William sits next to him. Of course!

Mr Grant sits at one end, Marty at the other. That leaves Ash next to me.

Everyone is complimentary of each other's efforts.

"Nice gravy!" Marty tells me, swallowing a piece of sausage and sucking his fork.

"Nice eggs!" William compliments Ash. No double meaning. Maybe. But Ash does have nice balls too!

"Nice toast, boys!" Mr Grant says, not leaving out William and Karl.

"Nice collection of sausages this morning!" Ash says, looking first towards Marty and then at all of our faces. And I feel his knee nudge twice against mine under the table, as if he's emphasising something.

I can tell from everyone's about-to-laugh face that they all understand Ash's double meaning.

As I focus on my plate and slice off another bit of sausage, I take a quick glance sideways at Ash's lap and I'm pretty sure that he is having an `uncontrollable moment'. That sets Junior off too, and I'm certain that Ash has spotted it.

I nudge my knee against Ash's. Two can play that game! He responds the same way. I'm grinning.

Now would not be a good time for either of us to stand up and go back to the kitchen for seconds!

 

Talk around the table is mostly about the construction; the continuation of the earthworks, the relocation of our old house and the commencement, immediately, on the renovation of the pub.

There is no further knee-touching by Ash under the table, and Junior goes back to sleep. Almost.

"OK. Time for school, guys," Mr Grant says, obviously meant for William, Karl and me. "Thanks Marty, for inviting us. We can help clean up before we go."

"It's all right," Ash says. "I'm doing the dishes."

We all take our plates to the kitchen, and everybody gets to see everyone else's `sausages' and `eggs'. I think that there is lots of deliberate looking. Especially at Ash, and by Ash. LOL. Not all of the sausages in the room seem like their normal soft selves.

While Marty and Ash clean up, the rest of us get dressed then thank them again and say goodbye. I shake hands with Marty. And also with Ash, who tickles the palm of my hand with one of his fingers. I look at his face for some understanding, but he just grins and winks. Probably just being playful, like when he was nudging my knee.

Marty and Ash come to the back door to wave. It feels weird with us having our clothes on and, at the same time, seeing the two of them totally naked. Nice sausages! Ash's is longer, but Marty's is thicker: like Andy's and mine. The `uncontrollable' Junior wakes up and I try to ignore him, and hope that Mr Grant keeps his eyes on the road!

 

During the day, we notice a couple of things happening away from the school.

There is a huge bin near the pub, and people are starting to put stuff into it, like things that are being thrown out. Some wood. Some bricks. Some tin. Some broken glass. Other things are being stacked, perhaps to re-use. Mr Grant tells us that Ash and Marty are starting work on restoring the pub straight away. I also see a few other guys helping. I think that I recognise one or two of them from that day out at Jintabudjaree.

Also, I see other people doing something to our house. It looks like they are putting some huge beams under it, from one side through to the other. Mr Grant reckons that, after disconnecting water and drain pipes, they are going to jack it up, like a car when you want to change a wheel, then back a big truck underneath it and drive it to its new location at the far end of the road. Then let down the same way.

I didn't know that they could do that!

Mr Grant points out that, at the same time, some men are making lots of small `piers' way down where the house is obviously going to be moved to.

I wonder whether they are going to move the windmill and water tank too. I mention it to Mr Grant. He says that he will check with Marty and let me know.

 

Just as we are packing up at the end of the day, I hear two people walking on the school verandah. I look up and see Marty and Ash. They wave as they pass the windows, and point to the end of the verandah, obviously indicating to Mr Grant that they will sit out there and wait.

School is dismissed, and the other kids all head for parents' cars, or begin walking across towards the pub for their usual pick-up arrangement. William and Karl head towards Marty and Ash. I hang back a bit until Mr Grant gives me my usual hurry-along tail-swat, and then I join the others. I enjoy that, and so does he.

"Ah, here he is!" Ash announces. "Good afternoon, chef! Do you cater for private parties?"

"Huh? What?" I reply, totally confused.

"He's joking, Kurt." Marty encourages me. "He's a bit of a stirrer. But he did say that having you this morning, certainly spiced up the sausages."

Ash winks at me and, with Mr Grant behind me, I think that I'm not the only one who has seen it.

"So, Marty and Ash," Mr Grant begins. "What's the story with the tank stand and windmill? Is that going to be moved as well?"

It's Ash who answers, "Actually, we're going to leave it where it is. It has been kept in really good working order! It will be used to provide water to the grass that is going to be planted over there for the landscaped village green. If more water is needed, we can add another tank."

"Dad used to check it every Saturday," I tell him. "He was always greasing or cleaning something."

"Smart man, your dad," Ash replies. "I look forward to working with him and getting to know you all a bit better." He smiles, directly at me.

"Well, our Dad's managing Whispering Gums now," Karl says. He didn't know that he'd be doing that when he was asked to work on the cottages."

I add, "But I expect that you and Marty and my Dad can work it all out."

Mr Grant asks, "So, you're getting straight into restoring the pub, then?"

Marty replies, "Ash has worked out the whole detailed list of work, and the schedule, almost hour by hour, and we have some very willing guys to assist. Two live in Big Town, and one is staying at the pub."

"When will our house be moved?" I ask, really interested in watching it.

"Ash says, "As soon as the new piers are ready, we'll get the truck to move it down there. Probably Monday."

He explains the whole process, and I think that my brother needs to close his mouth or he might catch flies!

"I'd definitely like to watch that!" I tell him. "May we please watch that, Mr Grant?"

Mr Grant, William and Karl all agree that it's a once-in-a-lifetime event not to be missed. Jane can read to any little kids who aren't interested.

"I reckon that just about everybody from all around here will want to watch, too," Marty adds. "I'll ask Julie Smith to spread the word in the pub over the next couple of days."

Mr Grant does a fist-bump with Marty and Ash then goes back to lock up. William and Karl fist-bump Marty and Ash as well.

I remember my Dad once telling Karl and me that you can tell a lot about a man by his handshake so, growing up now, I prefer to shake hands instead of just bumping fists.

Marty's handshake is firm and strong. I like that. It suits him. I also give him a firm, grown-up grip.

Ash's handshake is gentler. His hand is softer. And he does that palm-tickling thing again. I try to do it to him, but it's a pretty awkward attempt. Whatever! He just grins. I smile back.

During the trip `home' to Jintabudjaree everybody talks firstly about how quickly things are progressing in The Village and how our house is going to be moved, according to what Ash told us.

Then about breakfast.

"What did you think about Ash?" William asks, obviously addressing Karl and me.

"He's very friendly," I answer.

"And he has a long dick," Karl adds, grinning.

I wouldn't have said that out loud, but I do agree.

William adds, "And when Tom and I first met him, we also reckoned that he had the world's `cutest arse'."

"If I remember correctly," Mr Grant says, "that was your assessment of him."

"Yeah, well you didn't disagree, did you?" William fires back.

During the next few moments of silence, I reckon that I wouldn't disagree either. Even with his clothes on, Ash has a very attractive body. Weird hair though. It looks like a girl's.

This time, I do let my thoughts out. "What's with Ash's long hair? I've never seen a guy with hair like that before. I thought only girls had long hair and tied it back in a pony tail."

Mr Grant comments, "Back where I come from, it's more common than you might think."

I'm stunned. I try to imagine Karl or me with a long pony tail. Or William. No! Or Mr Grant. Definitely weird! Or my Dad. Absolutely not! But it suits Ash. Would it look good on Andy? Nah! I like him just the way he is. That reminds me, I have to phone him tonight and tell him about our breakfast.

 

We do the dishes and I comment to Mr Grant that I'm going upstairs to telephone Andy.

"I should probably message Joey too," Karl says. "To see how he's going."

I can tell that Karl hasn't kept up the communication with Joey like I have every day with Andy.

 

<<Hello boyfriend,>> I begin as Andy answers the phone.

<<Hang on!>> I hear, and then there is silence.

I wait.

<<Sorry, Kurt. I wasn't sure what time you were going to call. I was just watching the TV with Mum. But I'm in my room now. How was breakfast?>>

<<Lots of sausages!>>

<<What kind?>>

<<Oh, you know. Fat ones, skinny ones, long ones.>>

<<Any hard ones?>>

<<Almost, but not quite!>>

I hear Andy laughing. It's just as well that his mother can't hear the conversation.

<<So, did Marty insist on his usual dress-code?>>

<<Of course. I didn't mind. And I got to sit next to Ash at the table, and he started to get a stiffy, which set Junior off, too. And that was after he kept nudging his knee against mine.>>

<<What did Tom say?>>

<<Nothing. I'm not sure that he saw what Ash was doing. I suppose that it was nothing, really.>>

<<Have you seen or heard Uncle while you have been staying there?>>

<<No. Maybe he's waiting for you to come back. When can you come back?>>

<<Not until the next holidays. I can't wait. I think of you every time that I jack off.>>

<<And, I think of you too, Andy. A lot!>>

We both laugh.

And we continue talking. I tell him how they are going to move our house, and he tells me about his mother's new boyfriend, who is really nice. Both to her and to him.

There is a knock at my door.

"Just a minute!" I call.

<<Gotta go, Andy. Think of me tonight!>>

He laughs! <<Yeah! You too.>>

We hang up.

"Come in!" I call.

Mr Grant emerges and then closes the door behind him.

"Are you OK, Kurt?" He asks, sitting next to me on the bed.

"Yes, Mr Grant, I'm fine. And so is Andy."

"I'm glad, for both of you," Mr Grant says, but without smiling.

"Is everything all right, Mr Grant?" I ask him. "You look serious."

"I just wanted to check that you were OK, after the breakfast at Marty's this morning," he answers.

"Yes. Why?"

"Well, I happened to notice Ash taking a bit of a special interest in you. That's all," he says. "How did you feel about him?"

"Everything was OK. He was being funny. I enjoyed that," I reply.

"I did notice him touching you a couple of times," Mr Grant says. "What did you think about him doing that?"

"It was all right. To be honest, I enjoyed it. It was just like playing a game with Karl or William. No problem. Why?"

"I just want you to be careful, Kurt. If anyone says or does anything that you don't want or don't like, you should have the courage to say `No' to them, and I'd like you to tell me. Is that OK?"

"Sure, Mr Grant," I reply, smiling. "But I like Ash, and Marty, and William, and you. Besides, Ash even did a handshake in a very funny way too."

"Like what?" Mr Grant asks.

I put out my hand and Mr Grant takes it. Then I tickle his palm like Ash did to me.

"Funny, eh?" I say, chuckling.

 

(to be continued)

 

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