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)
Copyright 2013-2021. Robert
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The resemblance
of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person
is purely coincidental.
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between adults and youths, then what are you doing here?
From
Chapter 72:
"Come on!" Andy
says. "We can play in the shower."
He dashes out of
the door and I'm right behind him. He has nice glutes too!
He pushes the
bathroom door open and, at that moment, I remember that we were going to wait
for Mr Grant to finish!
My warning of
"Wait!" is useless.
We both find
ourselves, with full erections, looking at Mr Grant in the shower. Stiff cock.
Soapy. Apparently jacking slowly. Surprised when he sees us.
I am about to
apologise and back out when Andy says, "Hi Tom, is there room in there for two
more, like in the showers at the beach?"
Chapter 73 – Showers Can Be Fun!
I
am shocked at what Andy has suggested!
My heart is pounding!
I look at Mr Grant's face for his reaction, and I read
lots of things. Maybe confusion and perhaps embarrassment.
Andy repeats, "So, any room for two more?"
"I don't think so, Andy," Mr Grant replies. "Besides,
I was just finishing up."
"We could help you finish, Tom, just like Joey and I
did at the beach," Andy tells him, pointing directly at Mr Grant's erection.
"Thanks for the offer," Mr Grant tells him, "But, I
don't think so."
"Aww, come on Tom..." Andy starts.
I'm surprised when Mr Grant becomes much more serious.
"Andy, there is something that you really need to understand. `No' means `No'!
Think back to what happened before you...had your `accident'. Shouldn't `No' always
mean `No'?"
There is silence.
My Dad shared with Karl and me that Mr Grant told him that
Andy had had `an accident' and ended up in hospital, unconscious, with broken
bones. And that his brain had been injured which affected his coordination, his
speech and also resulted in him losing his senses of taste and smell.
Andy is obviously thinking. Mr Grant rinses off the
soap and turns off the water.
"Sorry, Tom," Andy apologises, his erection noticeably
slackening off. "I just thought..."
"It's OK," Mr Grant tells him, and gives him a hug as
he steps out. "But always remember what I said. Respect the other person's
wishes, and never assume how that person feels just because you want to do something."
It's a lesson for me too. And Junior isn't quite as
stiff as he was a few moments ago.
Then Mr Grant grins at us, "Now, lighten up! The pair
of you horny devils get in there and enjoy yourselves, if that's what you want!"
and he gives us both a swat on his way past us.
Andy turns the water back on.
When the door is closed, I ask Andy, "What did Mr
Grant mean about `before your accident'? What happened?"
"He knows," Andy says to me, looking at me with sad
eyes.
"He knows what?" I ask.
"He knows what really happened," Andy answers. "That it
wasn't an accident."
Then I remind him, "The last time you were here you
told me that a guy tried to kill you, and that you would tell me about it next
time. It's next time now, Andy. Please tell me what happened to you."
He hugs me to him under the warm water. Then he starts
to cry.
"I'm sorry, Kurt," he sobs. "It was all my fault. I'm
not the person that you think I am. And I can't tell you. Not now. Please don't
make me."
Now I'm even more shocked.
"It's OK, Andy," I say to him. "You don't have to tell
me anything until you are ready. And I love the person that I know you are,
whatever else you might think of yourself!"
"Thank you," he replies, looking into my eyes. "And I
love you too. Truly and really, I do."
Both of our erections have now totally gone. Andy's body
is beautiful like this too!
"You still want to play?" I ask, thinking that it
might cheer him up.
"Not really," he replies. "But I will, if you really
want to."
"Like Mr Grant said, `No means No.' I hear what you're
saying," I tell him. "Do you want to just cuddle in bed?"
"Can we, please?" he asks.
We don't talk much, and I'm not going to ask that
question again, whatever it is that Andy is reluctant to tell me.
I'm just comfortable snuggling up to him and holding
his back against my chest, or is it my chest against his back?
For once, Junior is behaving himself! I absorb Andy's
body heat, and I wish that I could also soak up his pain and take it away.
"Tom says breakfast is in five minutes!" I hear, plus
a knocking on our bedroom door.
Andy and I have hardly moved all night, except to roll
over so that he is now behind me. Oh, and his longer-than-mine has found its
way in between my legs and I can feel it poking behind my balls. I wasn't aware
of it earlier, but Junior must have been! Obviously!
Andy calls, "OK, Will! Thank you!" then he rolls back
away from me.
Our hands seem to automatically find each other's
erection. "We don't have time now," I whisper to him. We can do it later, back
at home."
"Maybe a bike ride then a shower together in the bunk
house," he suggests.
"Agreed!" I say, and to `seal the deal', I squeeze his
dick instead of shaking his hand which then responds the same on me. Junior
doesn't mind!
Then, something awful crosses my mind.
"When do you have to go back to the Gold Coast?" I
ask. "We didn't exactly talk about that."
"The train leaves Charleville on Wednesday at 7:15pm,"
he answers. "And I'll have to do the 2-hour bus trip from Cunnamulla that
connects with it. I have the tickets. Everything's paid for."
I expect that we'll be taking you to Cunnamulla," I
tell him, "And have lunch there, then wait for the coach to leave at about
4:30."
"4:50 actually," Andy tells me. "That leaves us about
50 minutes in case there are any minor delays. On the way out here, I asked one
of the train staff what would happen if the bus was late. He said that they can
wait for up to 30 minutes to make sure that all of the people who have booked
actually make it before the train leaves. Otherwise, passengers would have to
wait for another two days and book new seats."
I have to tell him: "Mr O'Rourke, the driver, told
Karl and me that it's a `coach', not a `bus'. Busses don't have a toilet at the
back and are usually smaller and without air conditioning."
"Hey," he replies. "Then I'll be riding in a coach,
like your Dad and Helen did!"
"We could have asked William to take us for a ride in
the landau, when it was all hitched up!" I say. "Maybe next time."
"Are we getting dressed for breakfast?" Andy asks.
"Let's not!" I tell him. "But a quick wash with cold
water first would be a good idea!"
Looking down at our bodies, Andy agrees and comments,
"OK. Hands off!"
After breakfast. "Are you going to drive Andy, Karl and
me out to Whispering Gums, Mr Grant?" I ask as we all head up the stairs to our
rooms to put on some clothes. "Or are Dad and Helen coming to get us?"
"Actually, neither," he answers. "Davo and Ron are
heading back out there and will collect the three of you on the way."
"Cool!" Karl responds.
I know what's on Karl's mind! He's developed this
`thing' with Jacko. I don't mind, because I have developed a `thing' with Ron,
not to mention Andy, and my brother, and... Hey!
While we are having a coffee and waiting for the two
farm hands, Mr Grant says, "Do you have everything packed, Will?"
"Ready to go!" he answers. "Are we taking my car or
your Beast?"
"Seeing that we are only going to Cunnamulla," Mr
Grant tells him, "We'll leave the Beast to look after the landau, and take your
car. I've arranged for somebody at the airport to look after it while we are
away."
"Why are you going to the airport in Cunnamulla?" Karl
asks.
"What do you reckon?" William butts in. "To get on a
boat?"
"We're doing a quick trip to the Gold Coast," Mr Grant
tells us politely. "I need to see my family and catch up on my mother's health.
You could come home with us, if you like, Andy. Or do you want to spend the
next few days with Kurt?"
Andy looks at me, smiles, and then turning to Mr
Grant, says, "I'll come with you... NOT!"
"That's what I thought," Mr Grant tells him. "Which is
why I didn't even ask you."
The relief on my face must show. Mr Grant grins at me,
"OK, he's all yours for three more days."
My brain adds, `And three more nights!' All mine!
Not now Junior! Behave!
Andy smirks at me. I'm sure that he can read my
thoughts. Maybe he just saw the lump arise in my jeans, and recognised it!
"When are you leaving?" I ask, looking at Mr Grant.
"When Ron and Jacko come to pick you up, then Will and
I will head off too," he answers. "This house seems quite capable of looking
after itself, against dirt or thieves!"
We grin, then hear the distinctive sound of the Land
Rover approaching.
We all rinse our mugs, grab our bags and head down the
outside stairs. Will is the last one out, and the door closes behind him. He
looks around. He tries the door handle then shrugs when it doesn't open.
There are hellos and good-byes.
Mr Grant calls as we pile into the Land Rover, "Have
fun, guys!"
Ron, Jacko, Andy, Kurt and I all answer together, as
if it was rehearsed, "We will!" Then, looking at each other, we burst out
laughing.
Dad and Helen are glad to see us. They are their
normal, happy selves. Nothing about them appears changed, except for the rings
on their fingers! I'm not sure whether I was expecting to see anything
different. After all, anything that I imagined a newly-married couple would do
on their wedding night, Dad and Helen had already done. LOL.
"We thought that you all might turn up for lunch,"
Helen says, wiping her hands on her apron. "It will be about another 30
minutes."
Ron and Jacko head for the bunk house. Karl takes his
backpack to his room, while Andy follows me into mine, then we return to the
kitchen.
"Anything we can do to help?" I ask.
"I knew that you would ask," Helen replies, "So, I've
left setting the table for you to do. Thank you."
Andy immediately starts to collect the cutlery from
the drawer and tells her, "No worries, Mrs Andersen!"
That stops Helen in her tracks. Then she smiles and
replies, "Oh, yes. Well, it may take a little while for me to get used to that.
But, Andy, I think that you had still better call me `Helen' so that I know
you're talking to me."
"There is something funny about that, though," Andy
tells her. Then, slowly he says, "Your initials are now H.A."
He waits for a response and I can see the wheels
turning in Helen's mind, with Andy obviously expecting some kind of response.
Then I get it! And I put Helen out of her misery.
`Your new initials are `H' and `A'. Put them together and you have `HA', which
is funny isn't it?"
And `HA, HA' is twice as funny," Andy says.
When Helen picks up a wooden spoon and heads for us, grinning,
we dodge and attempt to outmanoeuvre her. However, I feel a wooden spoon swat
to my backside. She's quick!
"HA! HA! Indeed!" she laughs.
Over lunch, Karl, Andy and I fill Dad, Helen, Jacko
and Ron in on everything that happened after they left yesterday.
"Did Tom and Will see all of this too?" Dad asks.
"Actually," I start, "Mr Grant was in the library with
Mr Davo, and Will was with you two in the landau. But after they heard the door
slam the first time, Mr Grant and Mr Davo came out and saw everything else. So
did Chad and Sean and Marty! And it was Mr Davo who told everyone how valuable
the papers were that Melinda was trying to steal."
"So, Tom has an original, unpublished manuscript from
Charles Dickens?" Helen asks.
"Apparently," I tell her. "Mr Davo said that he recognised
the style of Charles Dickens' `sketches' about beggar boys in London and that it
was actually signed `Boz' so he knew who wrote it and how valuable it could be."
"But Tom will never be able to sell it," Andy tells
her.
"Why not?" Helen asks. "Because he wouldn't want to
part with it?"
"No," Andy replies. "The house will never part with
it."
Karl adds, "Even when Chad wanted to use it as
evidence, the front door kept slamming and he couldn't take it out. That door
is weird!"
Ron says, "You three aren't having us on, are you? Did
you put your heads together and come up with all of this fantasy last night?"
"No. Honest!" Andy says. "You can ask Tom. Wait!
Actually, no you can't. He and Will are flying to the Gold Coast for a few
days."
"What? On their magic carpet?" Jacko adds, chuckling.
"Just wait! You'll see," I say. "Besides, none of us
knew anything about Charles Dickens and his `Sketches by Boz', so how could we
make that up?"
Helen lets that part of the conversation drop, but
asks, "Melinda, did you say? From Cunnamulla? It's strange that I only met her
for the first time yesterday."
"She was the friend of one of your bridesmaids," Andy
reminds her.
"She looked very familiar," Helen replies. "Does
anyone know if she has a brother named `Robert'? I went to school with a boy by
that name when we moved to Cunnamulla years ago. He looked much like Melinda
does. As I remember, he used to cheat a lot and copy homework and assignments
from other people, pretending that it was his own work."
That fits! However, without telling the others about Robert
living as Melinda, I simply say, "I think that there is a lot more that hasn't
yet been revealed. I expect that Mr Grant will tell you whatever he knows when
he comes back at the end of the week."
I can see on my brother's face that he wants to tell
everyone about the small dick and balls which Sean's staff discovered at the
hospital, but I give Karl the `evil eye' and he shuts up.
To end the discussions on a lighter note, Jacko says,
"So, Karl and I were the last ones to the table, so it looks like we'll be
doing the washing up."
"And then we'd like to go horse riding," Karl says.
Then he asks, "Is that all right, Dad?"
"Of course, son," Dad replies. "The horses are in your
hands!"
My brain says, `So will Jacko's dick be, I'll bet!'
"What about you, Kurt?" my Dad asks. "Are you planning
anything?"
I can't tell him what Andy and I have planned!
Before I can give Dad an answer, Ron turns to me and says,
"Hey, Champ, would you and Andy like to join me in pegging out a new quad bike trail?
I think that I know a potentially good one, heading down south a bit and then turning
east, and crossing the river."
Andy looks at me, then answers Ron, "Sure. Thanks.
That could be fun."
I think that this doesn't change Andy's and my plans
much because we were going to take the bikes out anyway then play in the
showers afterwards. We can still do that.
Karl says, "So Jacko and I will ride north then, and
keep out of your way."
THEM keep out of OUR way? Ha!
I wonder whether anyone else can read my brother as
easily as I can!
There is something that I need to ask. "What about you
and Helen, Dad? What are you going to do? Would either of you like to join Karl
and Jacko? Or Ron and us?"
That wouldn't upset my plans too much, but I would just
like to know where they will be and what they'll be doing. I really don't
expect them to spend more time in bed!
I get the filthiest of glares from Karl.
Helen replies, "Your father and I thought that we'd
spend the afternoon fixing up the spare bedroom next to ours. You can never
tell when it might be needed."
Karl and the others are probably imagining `guests'.
I'm thinking `baby'.
Knowing secrets can be fun!
The new trail is a good one!
Half-way down to the southern workers' hut, we turn
left and head towards the river. There is a shallow crossing just before the
river flows into another potential swimming hole that looks ideal for younger
kids.
Then, zig-zagging through lots of trees, we eventually
come out onto a flat area with hardly any vegetation. Great for riding the
bikes! Like the mud flats that Mr Cameron showed us.
We end up near a spring that is the beginning of a
small creek which Ron says would probably flow into the main stream a bit
farther south. It has the best-tasting water! Ron reckons that this is an ideal
place for a picnic!
Riding back, Andy and I make sure that we get nice and
dusty, riding in circles on the flat area. Haha!
"You guys are gonna need a shower when we get back," Ron
tells us. "Helen will have a fit if you take that dust into the main house!
If Ron says that we should have a shower, then who am
I to disagree? LOL.
After taking the bikes into the shed, Ron tells us
that he'll clean them up for us, then he'll go and see if Dad and Helen need a
hand with anything, while Andy and I clean ourselves up.
We undress at the door to the bunk house, except for
our undies in case Helen can us from the house, and shake as much dust as we
can off our clothes.
The warm water feels good, and I can actually see the
dirt making streaks on the floor before it disappears down the drain.
Andy and I soap up each other's body and get each
other very excited. Junior loves the feel of Andy's hands, but loves even more
pushing between Andy's legs. Soapy. Slippery. Hot!
We swap places a couple of times, and I'm holding
Andy's hips and thrusting Junior in and pulling him back when the door opens. I
must have been too excited to hear anyone coming!
"Helen reckons that I could use a shower too, and..."
Ron starts to say, then stares at us.
All three of us freeze.
Andy and I have been caught!
Thank goodness we weren't in the middle of `giving
ourselves to each other completely', although Andy had suggested that we could
do it.
I'm definitely glad that it's not my Dad standing in
the doorway!
Even though I've done the same thing with Ron, I don't
know what to say to say to him. But, he's caught me doing it with somebody
else!
Andy says nothing either.
"Hey! It's OK guys," Ron says. "I haven't seen
anything!" Then, stripping off his clothes, he adds, "You can keep on doing
whatever I didn't see! And, I couldn't tell anyone what I didn't see, could I?"
He stands and watches us for a moment.
"I'll tell you what I can see, though," he says. "You
both have very bright, positive auras, which are merging into one! You two belong
together."
Andy is still staring. And I'm still holding his hips.
And Junior is still excited. Too excited! And I can't stop what is about to
happen! Now what do I do?
I hold my breath, but just as Ron joins us under the
water, Junior erupts. I can't disguise what is happening. Ron has seen me do it
so many times now that he knows how my body reacts. So, too thrilled to care or
to be embarrassed, I just moan and grunt as if he isn't here!
"That looked like fun!" Ron says. Then he asks, "Can
anyone else play that game?"
I'm tempted to say `no', but Andy hasn't cum yet. And
I know that he wants to.
"Andy was about to have his turn," I say.
"I can't tell what I don't see!" Ron tells us. "You
guys carry on, and I'll just rinse off."
I turn my back to Andy and he cuddles up behind me.
"I can't do this with somebody watching," he says,
sounding very disappointed.
"Maybe I can help," Ron suggests.
Andy and I both stare at him and give him a `What?'
expression.
"I don't mean join in with you," Ron says. "But maybe
something else might help."
He soaps himself up and starts to jack off.
Junior responds! And I can feel Andy harden up too.
It doesn't take long before Andy's thrusting is
synchronised with Ron's jacking.
Ron says, "Remember, you can't tell what you don't
see!"
"I don't see what you're doing," I smirk at him.
"Me either," Andy says.
Ron increases the speed of his wanking and Andy speeds
up between my legs too. Pretty soon, I hear them both breathing heavily. My
body is totally excited – watching Ron and feeling Andy, both in perfect
timing.
"I'm gonna cum!" Andy growls.
"Me too," Ron announces.
Neither of them slows down. Then I feel Andy's body
shake and jerk. At the same time, Ron shoots a large stream of white in our
direction. And another. Andy jerks. Ron shoots. So does Junior! Andy groans. So
does Ron. So do I.
"Wow!" Ron says. "For something that I didn't see,
that was pretty spectacular!"
"Thanks!" Andy tells both Ron and me. "That was almost
fun!" Then he laughs, "I'm only here for three more days!"
Is that a hint for something?
(to be continued)
[Author: Merry Christmas! Stay safe!]
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