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
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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