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 65:

"Karl wanted to know whether you and I had ever done anything together."

"And what did you tell him?" Ron asks me, looking a little concerned, perhaps wondering if I'd broken my promise, and whether Karl could be trusted with our secret.

I reply, "If I remember correctly, my exact words were, `A bit; but we really haven't had the chance to do too much'. Which wasn't lying, was it?"

Ron grabs me in a hug and says, "The name `Champ' really suits you, doesn't it? That was a very clever rendition of the truth!"

Then, he does something totally unexpected. He grabs my head between his hands and gives me a quick kiss on the forehead. "Come on," he tells me. "Let's go and have some lunch."

I have a problem! I love being with Ron and having fun with him, but I'm in love with Andy! It's different!

 

Chapter 66 – Jacko's Surprise

"You didn't answer my question," I tell Ron as we are about to jump onto the bikes to head back.

"What question, Champ?" he answers.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I reply. "What will I tell my brother?"

Ron starts his bike and accelerates.

I drive in his dust for a bit, then I overtake him and give him a taste of it. He overtakes me, laughing, then I get back in front. I hope that he's using the time to come up with an answer!

 

Putting the bikes into the shed, I ask, "Well?"

"Well, what?" he asks.

"You're playing games!" I tell him. "Do you, or do you not, have a girlfriend?"

"No."

"Have you ever had a girlfriend?" I put to him.

"Not really," he answers.

"You're as bad as my brother!" I say. "Come on, `fess up! Tell me what `not really' means."

He begins asking and answering his own questions. "Have I ever been out with a girl? Yes! Have I ever mucked around with a girl? Yes. Did I enjoy it? Yes, at the time. Do I muck around with girls when I'm at Uni in Sydney? No."

"How come?" I ask him. "You're smart and handsome and sexy. So, why not?"

"Do you have a girlfriend?" he asks back at me.

"No!" I answer.

"Why not?" he asks me back, stopping and staring at me. Then it hits me!

"I get it." I tell him. "Sorry!" I wrap my arms around him and hug him.

He hugs me back. "It's OK, Champ. We can talk about it some other time, if you like."

 

Karl and Jacko are already back, sitting on the lounges, chatting with Dad, who looks up at us as we walk in.

"These two smelled like horses when they came in," Dad tells us. "And you two are covered in dust and smell like paint. Why don't you go over to the bunk house and freshen up a bit?"

 

At the bunkhouse door, Ron and I remove our clothes, give them a good shake and head for the showers.

"Let's make it quick, Champ," he tells me. "We don't want anybody asking why we took so long, eh?"

It feels different, just showering with Ron without mucking around. Just two guys cleaning up together and getting ready for lunch.

"This shampoo smells good, Champ," he says, handing me the squeeze bottle. "Maybe it will help get rid of the paint smell, although I think that our clothes might stink a bit too."

"Well, I won't be having lunch without them on!" I tell him.

"You're priceless!" he tells me, and ruffles my wet hair. "Come on. Dry off." He throws me a towel.

We put our clothes back on and head across the yard. Ron gives me a swat on my `nice glutes'. "Just checking that there's no more dust!" he says.

I chase him back to the house, laughing.

 

Lunch, of course, is delicious! And there is a lot of talking; about getting `fitted' next weekend, about the bike-ride trail which Jacko and Karl followed, and about our painting.

After we tell Dad what we have managed to accomplish, he says, "Jacko and Karl have just offered to give you both a hand to finish it off after lunch. After that, the rest of today, and all of tomorrow, is yours to enjoy yourselves. We can't expect our farm hands to work hard all week and then through the weekend as well."

"That includes you two boys," Helen adds, "We don't want you to think that, after spending the week at school, you come back here just to work. Although, we really appreciate everything that you do."

"There should be a ladder somewhere," Ron says. "If I remember correctly, Uncle Jim used to keep it in one of the sheds. Or maybe he moved it before he left."

"I've seen it," Dad tells him. "You can take it down with you, using the ute."

"If Karl helps me do the front wall," I say, "Jacko and Ron can do the high bits and finish the inside."

"Do you have enough brushes?" Dad asks. "There are more."

"I've been using the large one outside," I reply. "And Ron has two smaller ones."

Karl reminds me, "And who were the last two people back to the table?" He makes washing up motions to Ron and me.

"OK," Dad tells us. "Jacko, can you please come and give me a hand with the ladder and a few more brushes."

Karl looks at me. I sense what's in his mind, and I grin back at him. Jacko will have already given Karl a hand! And possibly more than a hand. LOL

 

"Come back for afternoon tea," Helen tells us as Ron starts the ute. Jacko is in the front with him. Karl and I get to ride in the tray.

"So, did you ask him?" Karl asks me.

"Sure did!" I tell him. "What about you?"

"Too much to tell you here," he replies. "Later. In bed. You can tell me what Ron said, and I'll tell you about Jacko."

We bump fists.

 

After inspecting what Ron and I achieved before lunch, Jacko and Karl are keen (yes, even my brother!) to help finish it off as quickly as possible.

Ron continues inside. Jacko sets up the ladder against the short side facing the track, where I started and he begins to work from the roof, down to my reach-line.

Karl starts at one end of the verandah-side wall. "Meet you in the middle!" I tell him, and I head to the opposite end.

Every now and again, Karl and I step back and check what each other has done.

"Did you do all of the outside by yourself?" Karl asks as we draw closer to each other.

"Sure did!" I tell him. I don't tell him about Ron's artistic contribution that I painted over. Maybe later!

"Good job!" he says.

I'm unaccustomed to compliments from my brother; I grin at him and say, "Thanks!"

We finish, wrap the brushes and decide to check out what the others are doing.

"Hey, guys," Ron says when we go inside. "Just about done in here. What do you think?"

"Looks great!" Karl tells him.

I say, "I'll make some coffees," then, "Karl, would you please ask Jacko if he wants one?"

"So, what would you like to do for the rest of the day?" Ron asks me.

"What I'd really like to do," I reply. "Is rest. It's been a pretty draining morning!"

"Did you mean that expression intentionally?" he asks. "Or, was it just a figure of speech?"

"Both!" I grin at him. "How about a games afternoon with Dad and Helen, if they have nothing planned. You know, cards, dominoes, more of Helen's cake, maybe with some hot chocolate or coffee."

"Fine with me," Ron says. "Let's see what the other two would like to do."

Karl comes in. "Jacko says, `yes please; white and one' and that he'll be finished in about 10 minutes."

"I'd better wait for a few minutes then," I say, but I take out the mugs, coffee, spoon, sugar sachets and small carton of long-life milk. I half-fill the jug but don't switch it on.

Karl and I leave Ron to finish off inside and stroll out to watch Jacko. We stand a few paces back from the wall.

He's just moving the ladder across so that he can do the last section. He takes the can of paint and brush and climbs back up. He hangs the can on a wire hook at the top of the ladder. He's not that far off the ground. In fact, his backside, in his close-fitting, well-worn jeans, is only just above our eye level.

It's the first time that I've actually taken notice of Jacko's body, apart from what I saw of it when he was in the shower with my brother. He's slim without being skinny. His leg muscles look firm but they're not big like Ron's. Same with his glutes. Firm. Round, but not big. His jeans have worn reasonably thin and the material on his tight backside is much lighter than the rest, probably from sitting, or riding.

While I'm studying Jacko, Karl takes a few steps away then calls, "Hey! You missed a spot up here!"

Jacko looks shocked. He leaves the paint brush across the top of the paint tin and steps down the three rungs to the ground.

"Where?" he asks, walking over to Karl.

"Up there!" Karl tells him, pointing with his middle finger, which he then shows to Jacko and bursts out laughing.

"Cheeky brat!" Jacko tells him, and `gives him the finger' in return. Then, I'm surprised when Jacko takes his finger into his mouth and starts to suck on it.

Karl does the same, and I don't have to be a genius to understand what they are sharing with each other and to realise what they did this morning!

As Jacko heads back towards me and the ladder, the outline of his `magic wand' is very obvious towards his left leg in his worn jeans, but I try not to focus on it.

Jacko smiles at me, "Is he always like this?" nodding to indicate my brother.

"Not always," I tell him. "But frequently."

Jacko is grinning. Karl is grinning. And I grin at both of them.

"I'd better put the jug on," I say, and leave the two of them together. Happy.

 

The four of us take our mugs and do a `walk-around', inspecting the effect of hours of work and sore arm muscles: at least mine are, but not too badly.

At one point, Karl points to some high-up work which Jacko has done, but without commenting. All that achieves is a friendly cuff to the back of his head. More grins!

Satisfied that the job, inside and out, is an excellent one, unblemished by any breeze to stir up the red dust and stick to the paint, we stand on the verandah, gazing out at the line of grey-green trees that mark the not-too-distant course of the stream, and we finish our coffees.

Ron raises with Jacko and Karl the possibility of playing poker and dominoes during the afternoon.

"Sure! I'm in!" Jacko tells us. "I haven't played dominoes for years. I used to be pretty good at it."

I almost feel sorry for Karl that the grin on his face at the thought of winning at poker, might be slowly but surely erased, unless I choose to ignore his `good hand', `bad hand' signals.

Tins, brushes and ladder loaded into the ute, we head back.

Again, secure that nobody else can hear us, I say to Karl, "I saw what you and Jacko did back there." Then I suck my middle finger.

"Yeah! It was great fun!" Karl says. "Thanks for the practice. I'll tell you everything tonight."

I can hardly wait. Neither can Junior! Uncontrollable!

 

The hands of poker are equally shared around, even though there were many opportunities for Ron and me to win, which we sometimes passed. No `killer instinct'!

Not so, the dominoes. Totally dominated by Jacko!

"How come you're so good?" Karl asks him.

"Lots of practice, I suppose," he replies. "Plus, it's easy to work out what everyone has in their hands."

"How?" I ask him.

"Well, there are only 28 pieces," Jacko says. "And I can see what is already on the table, and I know when people have to pick up what they probably don't have in their hand, so I can work out what I should put down."

"Mate, how do you remember all of the numbers?" Ron asks him, genuinely interested.

"I don't know," he replies. "I just can." Then he adds, "My grandfather used to do it, and I found that I could do it too. But, it was harder playing with him because he had a set that went up to double nines, not just double sixes. 58 Dominoes. So, a set of 28 is really easy!

Helen indicates for me to join her in the kitchen.

"Would you like to make us an apple pie for dessert tonight?" she asks.

"Sure!" I tell her. "Do we have everything?"

"I think so," she replies. "Check the pantry."

I also look for sultanas and cinnamon, as I read in Mrs Cameron's Red Book.

"Your father's the head chef tonight!" Helen informs me. "It's my night off!"

"What's on the menu?" I ask.

"I only know that all of the men are going to be busy," she replies. "The roast is already in the oven and there are potatoes, pumpkin, beans and a few other things still to prepare."

"Do you know what that means?" I ask.

"What?" she says.

"Who is left to clean up, if all the guys are doing the cooking?" I put to her.

Her eyes widen, as if the thought had not occurred to her.

"Don't worry!" I say. "Even though I'm sure that there would be plenty of volunteers..."

"You reckon?" Helen asks, with a touch of sarcasm.

I continue, "... we can all draw a card from the pack. The lowest numbers get to do the dishes!"

"What an organiser!" she says, giving me a hug. "You want to help me with the coffee and cake now?"

 

Jacko and I are `volunteered' by the cards to do the dishes, while Dad sets up the Monopoly.

While we are working, Jacko asks me quietly, "Did you really teach your brother to do... you know what. He said that it was you."

"Yes." I tell him.

"And who taught you?" he asks.

"My boyfriend!" I tell him.

He looks shocked and stops washing.

"You have a boyfriend?" he asks me. "Who's that?"

"Can't tell you, or I'd have to shoot you!" I reply, grinning.

"Do I know him?" Jacko continues.

"I think that you might have met him," I say, thinking of `that day' at Jintabudjaree.

"When?" he asks. "Does he live in The Village?"

"Can't tell you, or I'd have to drown you!" I reply, grinning more broadly.

"If I guess his name, will you tell me?" Jacko persists.

"You'd better not!" I tell him while drying the carving knife, then pointing it at the front of his jeans. "Or I'd have to cut your balls off!"

"I know!" Jacko announces. "I'll bet that it was Jake, Reg's son."

I step in front of him, with the carving knife and stare at him, then his jeans.

"I knew it!" he says.

"Wrong!" I say, and feel for his magic wand with my free hand. "Just as well, too!"

Then, with it firmly wrapped in my hand, I squeeze it and ask, "And did your wand do its magic this morning?"

"Can't tell you!" he answers, grinning. "Or your brother would kill me."

"Anyway," I reply. "I already know, or you wouldn't have asked if I taught Karl to do it!"

"Another cheeky brat!" Jacko says. "You two make a good pair!"

"Just remember," I say, releasing his now somewhat-hard dick. "You can have fun with my brother, but if anyone finds out, or if he gets hurt, so will you."

"Yes, boss!" he says, and reaches for Junior.

I let him have a good feel, then pull away. It's only fair, after me grabbing him.

"Are you two guys identical down there as well?" he asks.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I grin at him. "Now, you'd better finish washing or you'll have my brother coming to see what's taking you so long! And you'd better rinse your hands and arms in cold water before you go back out there, too!"

It does cross my mind... I wonder what it would be like to have Jacko playing with Karl and me together, like William used to do with us after school, when he taught us to jack off! And for Karl and me to take turns playing with his `magic wand' and his low-hanging balls.

Maybe I'll run that past Andy tonight when we message each other. Then Karl. I'm sure that Jacko would be up for it. Would he be able to tell us apart, as Ron can? LOL.

 

We decide to hit the sack, and leave the Monopoly board on the table, mid-game, and pick up again tomorrow.

 

"I want to SMS with Andy before I come into your room," I tell my brother. "Is that OK?"

"Of course," he replies.

I fill Andy in on what has happened through the day, including `some fun' with Ron and the painting. I also ask how he would feel if Karl and I were to muck around together with one of the farm hands. He is fine with that, providing that we don't cross the line that he and I agreed upon. Nothing much is happening at his end, except a bit of fun in the showers at the beach when they take off their wet suits. I finish by telling him that I'm looking forward to having him visit and stay with us for the school holidays. We both sign off with `Love You!'

 

I drop my pyjama pants and snuggle up behind Karl. It's a rare night when I just want to feel the warmth of his body and to chat. Nothing more. My fun with Ron was enough for me today and, hopefully, Jacko might have worn out my brother as well.

"Want to just talk?" I ask him.

"OK," he replies. "Unless you want me to practise some more on you!"

"No," I tell him. "It's all good. I just want to feel your body against mine and talk about Ron and Jacko."

"Did you ask him?" Karl replies.

"Yes. And, no, he doesn't have a girlfriend," I tell him. I add, "He said that he has mucked around with a girl before, but doesn't do it now."

"Did he say why not?" Karl asks.

"I asked him that question," I say, "but he only replied by asking me if I had a girlfriend. End of discussion!"

We roll over and Karl snuggles against me; his dick against backside, one arm under my neck and the other one over my chest.

"What about Jacko?" I ask. "What did you do and what did he tell you?"

Karl starts, "We followed your trail up to `the lookout'. Great place! Then, same as last week, we peed together, then felt each other's dick until we were hard. When I suggested going back to the workers' hut to play some more, it only took a minute and we were back on the horses, heading down the hill!"

He goes on, "After we got naked, Jacko suggested playing in the shower like we had done at the bunkhouse last week. We were rubbing our soapy bodies against each other when Jacko poked his long, hard dick between my legs from behind and started pushing it forwards and pulling it back. It was feeling really good, especially when it kept poking out under my balls. Jacko asked me, `Hey, do you do this with your brother?' When I told him `No', he said, `Well, we'd better stop! But do you want to try it first?' He let me do it to him for a bit, and it felt amazing! Can you and I do that together, Kurt? Please? I think you'll like it."

I tell Karl, "You just want to do that with me so that it's OK to do it with Jacko. Right?"

"Yes," he confesses. "But, I think that you would really like it too! Can we? May we?"

"Well, we can't do it now!" I tell him. "Dad and Helen would be suspicious of us taking a late-night shower. What about we try it tomorrow night at Jintabudjaree before we go to bed?"

"Hell, yeah!" he says, and I can feel his dick getting really chunky behind me.

So, Jacko likes to do what Ron likes to do! And me, and now Karl too.

I want to know about the rest. "So, then what happened?" I ask my brother.

He goes on, "I told Jacko that we'd better stop, `but I know something else that we can do.' Then I suggested drying off and playing on one of the beds. We were both still stiff. I told Jacko to lie on his back. I sat across his legs and began rubbing his body all over, including his balls and dick. Then I lifted it to my mouth and sucked the head in."

"What did Jacko say about that?" I ask.

"Well," Karl says, "It was funny. The first thing that came out of his mouth was `Fuck!' Then he said, `Do you mean to tell me that you and your brother have done this, but not what we just did in the shower?' When I told him `Yes', he said, `Well, you two are certainly surprise packets! But don't stop! I like it.' Then I did to him everything that we had practised. He was moaning and groaning and only stopped me when he said he was about to `blow'. I reckon that he really loved it, like I did when you first did it to me. In fact, his first shot went way over his head and he had to clean the wall when we were finished."

"And, did he do it to you too?" I ask.

"He sure did," Karl answers me. "But I didn't last as long as he did. I guess I was too excited at being able to do it to him. And he wanted to know if we could do it again, next week."

"But, next weekend we are going to Cunnamulla to get our clothes fitted for the wedding," I remind my brother. And I heard Helen say that she was going to come too, and visit some of her friends. I reckon that we might even stay in hotel on Saturday night. Jacko will just have to wait for another week."

"Well, maybe he and I could go riding again tomorrow and do it," Karl says, obviously excited by the possibility of continuing to play his new sucking `game' with Jacko.

"What, with Mr Grant and William here?" I tell him.

"Well, maybe before they get here!" he replies.

I can tell that Karl is really horny because of the stiffness of his cock against my backside. So even though he's going to do it with Jacko again tomorrow, I decide to `fix' his stiffness, even though it was not what either of us thought that we'd do tonight. He doesn't complain.

Karl offers to do me as well; I thank him but decline. Giving pleasure to him, and Ron, and having Ron suck me the way that he did, is enough for me today.

"Hey!" I say, as we lie together. "You didn't tell me about Jacko's girlfriend. Does he have one?"

"Oh, yeah," Karl says. "I asked him and he said that he doesn't. But he told me an interesting story of what he used to do at school."

"What?" I ask.

Karl says, "Well, he said that it was obvious from when he was a junior in high school, that his dick and balls were bigger than most of the boys. The kids had noticed the way that his shorts bulged. He said that one girl asked if she could see it, and he told her only if she paid him fifty cents. Then her friend gave him another fifty cents. Pretty soon, behind the gym at lunch time he was earning good pocket money. And it wasn't only girls who were paying.

"And, he said that things quickly progressed from fifty cents for a look at his dick, to $2 for a feel, then $5 for a play. He had a coffee tin at home that began quickly filling up! Some girls started inviting him to their place just to play for a bit longer when their parents weren't home, and they paid him $10. He said that he was happier taking money from the boys than the girls because he enjoyed it more, especially since the guys wanted him to play with them too, but still paid him.

"He even told me that one of the girls paid him $20 a few times and that she was the closest that he ever came to having a girlfriend."

"What did the $20 pay for?" I ask Karl.

"I asked Jacko the same thing," Karl replies. "And he just told me to use my imagination!"

"She was getting him to have sex with her!" I say. "And paying him to do it!"

 

Sunday morning doesn't go according to Karl's plan. Mr Grant and William arrive early.

 

(to be continued)

 

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