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 60:

Am I actually the cause of Karl's fear of Ron?

I really need to talk to my brother! Now!

I creep out of my bed and put my pyjama pants on in case I see Helen. I close my door and quietly open Karl's, then close it again, and turn around.

What the ...?

My brother's bed is empty!

 

[Author: I had recently confused two characters. The second farm hand is actually `Jacko'. I've rectified my error and Nifty has replaced chapters 58-60 for me. Thanks WL!]

Chapter 61 – Magic Wands

Where is he? What on earth has he done?

I know that Karl was thrilled to have found somebody new to play with, and he told me that he REALLY likes Jacko and the fun that they had together.

And, I recall him asking Jacko which bed he had chosen in the bunkhouse. But is my brother stupid enough, or desperate enough, to go and get into bed with Jacko? Especially with Ron in the same room?

I have to wonder... Can Jacko be so much better at pleasing my brother than I am?

And, does Jacko really have a `magic wand' and, maybe, magic fingers? Could he be even better than Ron? How is that possible?

One day, Karl and I might swap `magic' stories about the things that we've learned from Jacko and Ron. But, for now, I'm just concerned at where he is and what he is doing. Will he keep his promise of not doing anything more with Jacko than he does with me and William? What if Jacko wants to do more with my handsome, blond-hair, blue-eyes, nice-glutes twin? Would my brother give in? In his obvious state of new-found excitement, could he resist Jacko's magic?

What should I do? Go back to my own bed and go back to sleep? As if that will be possible! Or, should I wait here, in Karl's bed, for him to come back then give him `the third degree'? Or, go down to the bunkhouse and peek in on what he and Jacko are doing? Would Karl hate me for disturbing them for a second time?

I pace up and down, trying to decide what to do. I sit on Karl's bed, then get up and walk around again. Then sit. Then lie down, my hands behind my head. Wondering. Worrying.

I'm not asleep, but not totally awake either, when I hear the door open, then close.

Now I'm awake! I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed.

Before I can say anything, Karl asks...

"Kurt, what are you doing here?" He's obviously surprised to find me on his bed.

He walks, somewhat tentatively over to me, and sits himself gently beside me.

"What's wrong?" I ask him. "You're walking funny."

"My bum is really sore," he replies.

I instantly have images flashing into my mind of Jacko ramming his `magic wand' right into my brother's backside, and not just between his legs and under his balls as Ron and I do! I'm going to kill Jacko myself if my Dad doesn't!

I put my arm over my brother's shoulders. "What happened?" I ask, extremely concerned.

"I've been sitting on the toilet for ages!" Karl replies. "It must have been something that I ate. Or, I could have `picked up a bug', as our Mum used to say. Every time that I thought I'd finished, more came out. Now my arse is as sore as hell!"

I can't help bursting into laughter, more from relief than at my brother's physical condition!

"It's not funny!" Karl grumbles. "How would you like it?"

"I think that you should ask Dad what to do about it, or Helen," I tell him, breathing more easily and thinking clearly again. "Will you be OK until morning?"

"Will you stay with me?" Karl asks.

"Of course!" I answer him. "But I think that you'd better cuddle up behind me, instead of me behind you."

"Hehe," he giggles. "Yeah."

We both stand and let our pyjama pants drop to the floor. Then climb into bed.

A couple of times, Karl snuggles against me, his arm over my body, pulling me closer.

I'm aware of his chest against my back as he breathes, and I can feel his hairs on my backside and his dick too, not hard, but maybe a bit chunky at the sensation of our bodies being close together. Like Junior!

For a long time, I enjoy the warmth of my brother's body and I relax, knowing that he didn't suffer what I thought Jacko might have done to him.

In my mind, I offer Jacko a huge apology!

"You still awake?" I whisper to him.

"Yeah," he replies.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask.

"Nothing much," he answers.

"Jacko?" I put to him.

"Yeah," he says again.

"You thinking about his magic wand?" I ask.

"Not only that!" Karl answers. "We were having so much fun, just being together, even before I saw his `magic wand'. And he has muscles too! Not like Ron's though. They're more like Mr Grant's. And Jacko says funny things that make me laugh, and he's a bit of a clown too. I just feel really happy when I'm with him. It's hard to explain."

I picture Mr Grant's slim but muscly body and Junior wakes up a little more. However, I think that this is a good time to raise the `other' subject.

"Seeing that you mentioned Ron," I say to my brother, "We need to talk about him."

"I don't want to talk about him," Karl snaps back.

"Well, you can listen then," I tell him. "Because I want to talk about him. He's a nice guy, really."

"Maybe, when he's not trying to drown people!"

"About that," I answer. "It was all my fault, and I'm really sorry."

There is silence, while my brother's mind obviously tries to make sense of what I just said. "What do you mean, it was YOUR fault?"

I explain about pretending not to be able to swim well, just so that I could hang onto him and feel HIS magic wand, and about calling out `Don't hurt me!' so that Karl would believe that Ron was holding me, threatening me, rather than me holding and feeling his body. I add...

"Then, when I churned past him in the water, he yelled that if he'd known I was lying about not being able to swim well, he would have held me down under the water to see how long I could actually hold my breath. He was joking! You and I have done exactly the same stuff with William and Mr Grant in the weir. Haven't we?"

"Yes. And it was fun!" Karl answers.

"Especially, as I remember, when you and William used to both hold me under the water for the same reason," I tell him. "Were you both trying to `assassinate' me? Did I drown?"

"I guess not!" he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

"And, when Ron pushed you under the water that day, he only caught you off guard, before you could take a breath," I say. "Nothing more than that! Then he let you up again."

"What about when he scrunched my balls?"

"If you'd grabbed me around the neck from behind, I would probably have done exactly the same thing to you." I tell him. "So, what would you have done if I, or William, had grabbed you around the neck from behind?"

"I would definitely have scrunched your balls to make you let go," he answers. He's almost laughing now. "Same for William, only his would have hurt more because they are bigger than ours!"

"Ron's not the evil murderer that you think he is," I say. "I like him because he's a really nice guy. He taught me to mend fences and to drive the Land Rover, and he explained about treating snake bites. And, if you remember, he's the one who spent time with me, teaching me to ride a horse, while you and William and Dad took off, that day. Do you remember that?"

"Actually, yes," Karl answers.

"So, will you do something for me?" I ask.

"What?" Karl answers, moving his hand lower from my chest to take hold of Junior. "Now?"

"Not that!" I tell him. "But I don't mind if you want to hang on. It feels nice. No, I'd like you to go up to Ron tomorrow, shake his hand and thank him for not drowning you."

"Are you serious?" he asks.

"Totally!" I answer. "I think you'll find him more of a friend than somebody to be afraid of."

"Can I ask you something, then?" Karl asks.

"Anything," I answer.

"Ron has a nice dick too. I've seen it. Have you ever had a chance to play with it?"

I wasn't expecting that! How do I answer without lying or breaking the promise of secrecy that Ron and I have given to each other?

"I don't need to play with Ron's magic wand," I tell my brother. "Because I've always got yours." I move my hand behind me, and take hold of his dick, which starts to swell up.

Then, to divert his attention, I add, "But it's OK if you want to play with Jacko's. What did it feel like? Was it fun?"

"It was exciting to play with somebody's other than yours or William's, and it's a long one," he answers. "Well, I did get to play with Joey's at the beach, just once. Oh, and there was that day with me and you and Andy in the bath at Jintabudjaree; that was a lot of fun.

"Jacko's dick seemed to enjoy my hand as much as I liked his. Even after we got each other excited then jacked ourselves off, I wanted to do more with him, so I suggested playing in the showers, with the soap. It was amazing feeling his long, slippery dick rubbing against my body and he let me do the same to him. I really want to do it again. Whenever I can!"

I fall asleep with two feelings – Karl's thick and chunky-soft dick in my hand, and his fingers, just moving slightly, around my semi-awake Junior. Oh, plus the satisfaction, hopefully, of getting rid of his negative reaction to Ron.

 

At the first crowing of the rooster, I retrieve my PJ pants, have a good pee, then go back to my room to get dressed, passing Karl on the way.

"You OK?" I ask him.

"Well, I may not be doing much horse riding today," he answers, disappearing into the toilet.

I would have loved to go and wake up Ron by putting my cold hands on his hot body, and I'm sure that Karl would like to go and wake up Jacko as well! However, Karl and I are surprised to see them both drinking coffee with Dad and Helen in the dining room when we emerge together.

"Ah, here are the two sleeping beauties!" Dad comments, even though it's still early!

I see Jacko checking back and forth from me to Karl. He can't tell which is which. LOL.

Helen gets up and heads for the kitchen. Karl diverts to follow her. "Can we talk?" I hear him ask, as they disappear.

I continue to where Dad and the others are sitting.

I know that Ron can tell my brother and me apart, but Jacko is still confused, perhaps unsure whether to wink at me or just smile.

"Morning, Champ!" Ron grins, extending his fist for me to bump.

Jacko relaxes, now knowing that I'm the `other one', and asks. "Hi, Kurt. Sleep well?"

"Yes, thanks Jacko," I reply. "You?"

"All good. Thanks," he answers.

Helen, with fresh coffee, and Karl come back, together.

I notice that my brother's face and Jacko's both brighten when they look at each other. They exchange grins then `good-morning' fist-bumps.

My brother signals me to follow him, and we head back to the bathroom. He closes the door.

"What's up?" I ask.

"I just spoke to Helen about what happened last night and she said that I had to drink lots of fluids to stop me getting `dehydrated'. And she found some cream to put on my backside, like parents do when their kids get nappy-rash." He shows the tube to me.

"And do you have to wear a nappy too?" I put to him, grinning.

He doesn't reply, and I manage to avoid the full force of his punch to my shoulder!

"Sorry!" I tell him. "How long will it take to clear up?"

"Helen said three days, at the absolute most, if I keep putting the cream on. Probably less, seeing that it all only happened yesterday."

"Then, you'd better keep out of the shower with Jacko!" I tell him. "You'll have to wait until next weekend!"

He half grins and half pouts.

We stand and look at each other. No words.

It becomes uncomfortable. He holds up the tube and stares at me. I get it!

"I'll just leave you alone then," I tell him. "To put the cream on your... where it's needed."

 

When Karl re-joins us, Helen serves breakfast.

"I think that Jan and I got the days mixed up," she tells us. "I told Jan that I thought William and Tom were coming yesterday, which is why he suggested getting the extra horses ready to ride, and I said that I was going to tell you all the `Goldilocks and the Seven Dwarfs' story last night, but that's going to be tonight. Does all that make any sense?"

"Don't you mean `Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs', Helen?" Ron asks, politely.

"Or `Goldilocks and the Three Bears'?" Jacko adds. "I know that one!"

Karl puts them both right. "You two haven't heard stories the way that Helen tells them!"

"Today is Sunday, isn't it?" I ask.

Everyone agrees.

"Then, Mr Grant and William should be coming later, for afternoon tea and dinner," I tell them, just to clarify everything. "And then Helen will tell everyone her story, and then Karl and I will be going back to Jintabudjaree with Mr Grant and William until Friday."

Apart from unscrambling any confused time-frame, it also makes Ron and Jacko aware of what has been planned. Jacko will just have to do without Karl for 5 nights. Oops! Bad choice of words. I meant `5 days'.

 

Between breakfast and lunch, after I see Karl approach Ron, speak briefly with him and shake his hand, we `men' all go down to check out the best place to build the rubbish paddock, so that Ron and Jacko know exactly what Dad wants. Dad, Ron and Jacko ride inside the ute. Karl and I stand in the tray at the back, gripping the roll bar. Dad goes at a safe speed so that Karl and I don't fall out. But when he hits an unavoidable bump, its' fun for Karl and me to jump up and pretend that he's just run over a mountain!

The location of the rubbish paddock is decided: ten minutes beyond the southern workers' hut and behind a stand of trees which will act as a bit of a screen. Dad thinks that 50 metres by 50 metres will be more than satisfactory for the purpose. Ron and Jacko will mark it out during the week, mark where the posts are to go and calculate how many logs, star pickets and how much wire will be needed. Then somebody will go into Cunnamulla and purchase or order things if they're not available. Even though Ron suggests cutting our own corner posts and intermediate posts from all of the trees, Dad agrees with Jacko that it would be much easier if everything just `turns up' on the back of a truck. All at the same time.

"I have a satellite phone," I remind Dad. "You can order everything without actually going into Cunnamulla, you know. I can lend it to you."

Then, I have a terrifying thought. If I give my phone to Dad, what will happen if Andy sends me a `personal' text message or, worse, another pic of his penis? Or even worse...!

Dad says, "Actually, the guys working at The Village, including Ash, all have satellite phones. I can borrow one of theirs to order everything. I just need the list."

Thank you, God! And Dad. My phone, and its messages and pics are safe!

 

Karl and Jacko have told Dad that they will prepare all four horses which are in the stalls for riding, with the likelihood that William and Mr Grant will want to take a quick ride with both of them before dinner.

I picture the four riders, and grin. Mr Grant likes William. William likes Karl. Karl likes Jacko. Wouldn't it be funny if Jacko likes Mr Grant? NO!

If they all do go riding, that would leave Ron and me free to do something, somewhere. Maybe riding on the quad bikes again. Maybe to one of the workers' huts!

I suggest to Dad that Ron and I could check out some possible quad bike trails, away from where any Farm Stay guests would be riding the horses.

"Great idea, son!" Dad says. "And I have just the idea of how you can mark the trail." Then he turns to Karl. "Are you planning on leading the riders north or south today?"

"Kurt?" Karl asks me.

"Doesn't matter to me!" I tell him. "Ron and I will take the bikes in the opposite direction to your horses."

"Well," Karl replies. "Jacko and I went north yesterday, so we'll go south today?"

"OK." I say. "That suits me. I haven't been beyond the northern workers' hut before. I look forward to seeing what is up that way."

I'm trying very hard not to look excited! You know why! It's a three-letter word that starts with `R', ends with `N' and has nothing in the middle. R-0-N. LOL.

The horses and bikes are ready when Mr Grant and William arrive for afternoon tea.

Dad introduces Ron to them both.

Jacko, they have both met.

However, I'm surprised when Jacko, shaking hands with Mr Grant says, "Bless my soul! It's Harry Potter! Have you come up here to make it rain again?"

"Very funny, Jacko," Mr Grant replies. "Just call me `Tom'. And, Marty tells me that you're more famous in the pub for your magic wand than I am for making it rain!"

I remember hearing a comment something like that on the day that Mr Grant became the owner of Jintabudjaree. Now I understand exactly what they were referring to! But I don't know why!

Karl and I, both staring at Jacko, are probably wondering how Mr Grant knows about Jacko's `magic wand'.

I wonder, has Mr Grant done any `stuff' with Jacko?

And I'll bet that Karl is also thinking, does Jacko do `stuff' with Mr Grant?

Jacko answers, bowing, "Those days are gone, Mr Mayor. That was before I switched from beer to your `Peter Pan'. It's my favourite drink these days – lime juice and sparkling mineral water over crushed ice. I've discovered how much better life is being sober!"

Harry Potter? Mr Mayor? Peter Pan? Mr Grant certainly has lots of names. Plus, `Tom'!
I know from personal experience that he has a really good `magic wand' too! But I want to find out about Jacko being famous in the pub for HIS magic wand! I'll bet that Karl does too.

Dad throws in, "Yes, Jacko. We're all glad that you've learned to keep your `magic wand' where it belongs! Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, working for me!"

So, Dad knows too?

I give Jacko an evil stare.

Dad, obviously catching the expression on my face, and the blankness on Karl's, tells us, "It's all right boys. Let's just say that Jacko used to have a reputation in the pub, when he got drunk, for happily showing us something that he should have kept in his pants. That's when his mates knew that it was time to take him back to his mother's place."

I'm tempted to ask, `So, was that his going-home alarm cock?' but I think that I'll share that joke only with my brother.

 

William eats too many of Helen's peanut cookies with his coffee. He hasn't changed!

We all walk down to the sheds together. Then the four horses head south and the two bikes head north. I hope that my brother won't be too uncomfortable in the saddle.

I stop my bike at the workers' hut. Ron pulls up alongside me.

Obviously seeing how excited Junior is, by the sideways bulge in my jeans, he says, "Not yet, Champ! Let's go and mark out at least one good bike trail first, eh?"

I discover that Dad has given Ron a number of small squares of thick, yellow plastic, cut out of an old, folded-up, table covering that Helen found and didn't like. Ron is to nail them to trees along the trail that we take, no more than 500 metres apart, maybe less, so that people can follow them out as well as find their way back again, if Karl's not leading them.

Ron gives me the squares. He has a hammer, nails with large heads and some metal washers. The idea is that the washers will hold the squares onto the trees and the nails will hold the washers onto the squares. That way, the squares won't rip off or blow away.

Ron heads off. He knows the property. He leads us through stands of eucalypts, up small inclines, and down again, past areas with mulga trees and even across streams of water that run from springs that the property has. We see cattle, kangaroos, emus and lots of parrots.
I make a mental note of everything to include in a description for the Farm Stay guests.

After about forty minutes' ride from the workers' hut, nailing yellow squares to trees on the way, we come to an area which Ron reckons is the highest point on the entire property.

After a long, gradual incline, I find us on a spot which, according to Ron, is probably no more than 30 metres above the surrounding, mostly-flat land: just high enough to enable a good `view'. The rocks are `sandstone', Ron tells me, and he explains the `geology' of the area. I haven't heard anything like this in school!

Some trees have been cut down to provide an uninterrupted view of the land below, stretching northwards to the horizon. There also appears to be a ring of stones which, at some time, appear to have been used to surround a fire.

I give my seat a rest and stand, looking out across the flatness. Mulga trees on brown earth are the most noticeable things that I can see.

"It's beautiful up here at night!" Ron says, "And a good place for a BBQ or afternoon tea."

He wraps his arms around me from behind, and hugs our bodies together. I feel the warmth of his body and the strength of his muscles, and a familiar firmness pressing against my backside. This feels so good! A calm excitement flows through me. Ron and me! How much better would it be if we didn't have clothes on? His `Moby Dick' against my `nice glutes'!

I reach behind me and press my hand onto the erection in his jeans. One of his exploring hands discovers that Junior is also ready for some action, and it jumps at Ron's touch.

"Not yet, Champ," he whispers in my ear. "Let's get back to the workers' hut."

I don't need a second invitation and head straight for my bike!

 

(to be continued)

 

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