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 2013-2022. Robert
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From
Chapter 73:
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. Then 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?
Chapter
74 – Arms, Legs and Nice Glutes
However, with Andy here for only three more nights,
and then going to be 1,000km away for 10 weeks, I want to be a lot more
physical with him than I would be comfortable with having my brother sleeping
right next door, and also only metres from Dad and Helen's room.
And the bunk house isn't an option. We would have even
less privacy there with Jacko and Ron present!
I carefully word some arguments to my Dad against Andy
sleeping either in my room with me or in the bunk house with the farm hands,
and then I ask him, "So, would it be OK for Andy and me to camp out in one of
the workers' cottages for the next few nights before he goes home? We will be
able to talk until late without disturbing anyone, and we could come back here
for breakfast, or cook our own if we sleep late."
Without knowing my real motives, Dad replies, "Mate, I
don't see a problem if you and Andy want to share, like you and Karl do at
Jintabudjaree." Then he adds, "However, with you guys growing up so fast, you're
not just little boys any more, are you? So, by all means, you can use the
southern cottage that you and Ron painted."
Lots of things run through my mind.
Dad still thinks that my brother and I always sleep together
when we're staying with Mr Grant.
And he isn't against Andy and I sleeping in my room! But,
why does he think that it's fine for little boys to sleep together, but maybe
not teenage boys? Is he realising what teenage boys might be tempted to do in
bed? Or just deserve some privacy.
Would his attitude to me and Andy change if he knew what
playful stuff we already do together? I'll bet that it would probably be a lot
more positive than if he found out the things that his almost-fourteen-year-old
sons were both doing with the two farm hands!
Ron and I have been careful about what people see when
we spend time together. Working. And playing. I'm sure that Dad doesn't suspect
anything. After all, he has known Ron for longer than I have, and had worked
with him when his uncle, Mr Cameron, was the owner here.
Karl and Jacko need to be a bit more careful though!
They are starting to look way too happy together. I should say something to
them both before the reason for their happiness becomes apparent to Dad or
Helen.
"Thanks, Dad," I reply, and give him a hug. "Andy and
I have so much to talk about and share with each other. Sending each other text
messages at night is not the same as being together in the same room."
We are about to deal the cards when Jacko and Karl
appear in the doorway, wiping their boots on the mat.
I don't know what auras Ron can see for the two of
them, but I'm sure that it's the same conclusion that I make – from their goofy
grins! I look at Ron's face and he winks at me.
Helen, closer to them, carrying a tray of coffees and
cake from the kitchen, stops, nods towards the bunk house and says, "Shower
first please, boys! New house rule."
Jacko and Karl both look surprised, but not upset.
Helen's use of the words `house rule' reminds me of the
dress code for breakfasts at Marty's and also how we often like to walk around
naked at Jintabudjaree.
I'm happy to know, now, that any time we go horse
riding or head out on the bikes, we would be expected to have a shower before
coming into the house. If it was just me, or Karl, we would come in the back
door and use the bathroom near our bedrooms. Otherwise, it would have to be the
bunk house. With Ron. Or Mr Grant. Or Jacko. Or Will. Yeah!
When Jacko and Karl re-emerge, they come from the
direction of our bedrooms.
"We came in the back way," Karl says. "So that I could
put on my clean track pants. Jacko already changed in the bunkhouse."
Helen stands, walks over to them and gives Karl a hug.
She tells him, "Thank you. Soap and shampoo smell much better than horses."
Then she adds, "Horses seem to make me feel sick lately. It's never happened
before. And it seems even worse in the morning So, I guess I won't be going
riding with you for a while."
Dad, sitting next to me, leans in close and whispers,
"I'll tell you about `morning sickness' later."
"OK," I murmur back, guessing that it probably has
something to do with Helen being pregnant. I have heard those words in
somebody's conversation somewhere before.
Helen turns to me and says, "Let's have an early
dinner, so that you and Andy can take your things down to the workers' cottage
and get settled.
Lamb chops and vegetables! And we have peaches, from a
can, with ice cream for dessert.
I say, "Andy and I will wash up tonight, in case we
don't make it on time for breakfast tomorrow."
"No argument from me!" Dad tells us.
"Or me," my brother adds.
Jacko and Ron agree with both of them.
"Dad says, "Why don't you drive the Land Rover down
there? It will be better than leaving one of the quad bikes out overnight."
"Thanks, Dad," I tell him. "I'll drive carefully."
"I know you will, son," he replies. "You're a good
driver and I trust you."
I turn to Andy and tell him, pointing, "Ron taught me
to drive."
Andy looks at Ron, who grins back at him and nods his
confirmation of what I've said.
"Can you teach me to drive too?" Andy pleads with his
hands clasped together, "Please?"
"I don't know, Andy," Ron replies, then looks at my
Dad, hand-balling the question to him.
"Well, he only has two full days with us," Dad
replies. "What can you achieve in that time?"
"He taught me to drive in less than two days," I
interrupt. "Plus, Andy's nine months older than me and won't have any trouble
reaching the pedals, because we've both grown a lot since Ron taught me."
"Well, it's better to learn out here," Dad says,
grinning, "than in Big Town or Cunnamulla!"
"Thanks heaps, Mr Andersen," Andy says, grabbing my
Dad in a hug.
"It's always good to have an extra driver around, in
case we need one," Dad answers. Then he turns to my brother, and asks. "What
about you, Karl?"
"It's OK," my brother answers. "Jacko's teaching me
stuff too." Then, realising that his reply is open to a lot of interpretation,
he quickly adds, "...about horses."
Wow! That was a close call! I see a look of relief
burst across Jacko's face and I wonder if there's other stuff that Jacko might actually
be teaching him.
"Looks like lesson number one starts straight after
breakfast," Ron says. He adds, "If you guys don't make it back in time, I'll
come down on one of the bikes."
Accustomed to having either Ron or Dad beside me, I'm
a little nervous having Andy as my only passenger, but feeling rather grown-up.
I take things very carefully, pausing only once to let a small mob of five
kangaroos cross our path, having emerged at dusk from their heat-of-the-day
siestas. One big buck, three does and a joey.
The buck stops, sits tall on his hind legs and gives
us the `evil eye'. Then he takes off realising that we are no threat, or of no
benefit, to him.
"Hell!" Andy says. "That thing is taller than us! And
did you see the size of the claws on its hind legs?"
"They're really dangerous!" I tell him. "My Dad told
me that he saw a kangaroo rip open the stomach of a dog that attacked it. The
kangaroo leaned back on its tail and the claws on its feet were like knives.
The dog was so badly injured that it had to be put down."
Andy says, "We learned at my school that male and
female kangaroos are called `bucks' and `does'. The same names as for rabbits
and deer and goats. Did you know that?"
"For rabbits, yes," I answer. Then I ask, "And, did
you know that for kangaroos, you can call the male a `Jack' and the female a `Jill'?"
I tell Andy.
"You're pulling my leg!" he replies. "Jack and Jill?"
"True!" I tell him. I smile and nudge him with my
elbow. "But, I'm looking forward to doing more than just pulling your leg!"
We both laugh, knowing that it won't be just talking
that we'll be up all night doing.
"You want to push two of these together?" Andy asks,
putting his and my backpacks onto one bed while I put the `perishables' that
Helen gave me into the fridge then switching it on.
"Better not!" I tell him. "Somebody might just turn up
before we can put them back again. Besides, these king singles are plenty wide
enough for our two bodies snuggling alongside each other."
"Or with one of us on top of the other," he grins at
me.
"So, what do you reckon we should we do first?" I ask.
"What about getting rid of the clothes?" he replies, immediately
beginning to remove his shirt.
I sit on one of the beds, slowly taking off my socks, while
observing his body.
He looks at me and begins to ask, "Why aren't you...?" when
he realises, from my grin, what I'm doing.
He doesn't put on a show. He doesn't have to. He just
continues to take his clothes off and doesn't even pause at his undies which he
pushes down and steps out of. When he turns his back to me and bends over to
pick them up off the floor, I see his balls and his longer-than-mine hanging between
his slim but strong legs, under his `nice glutes' too.
He stands and faces me. He is really handsome! His
slightly-messed-up hair and his cheesy grin emphasise that he is playful and
naughty. Junior stirs!
I love his Adam's apple and his pecs and his abs.
They're not big like Ron's but maybe they will be one day. At the moment they
look perfect on him. I love his darker-than-mine and curly `chicken feathers'
and his dick seems to have sensed Junior's excitement and has begun to respond.
I stand, take off my shirt and drop it onto the bed.
As I unbuckle my belt, release the button and lower the zipper, I can see that Andy
is becoming more excited.
I push my jeans down. My undies already have a tent in
the front. I step out of my jeans, drop my undies and Junior pops out, and up.
Andy and I stand and admire each other's body, then
move and reach for each other's excited dick. I groan at the pleasure of him
touching me and of me holding him.
We hug, and I rub his firm, round glutes, while our
dicks press together. We spend a lot of time just feeling each other's body. I
mess up his hair even more and tickle all the way down, back and front, to
wherever I can reach, including making a cup for his balls and just holding
them.
I love the feeling of his fingers exploring my own
body. He kisses me and our tongues play a game with each other, just as our
dicks are doing, and as our hands are doing.
"Shower?" he suggests.
We continue our feeling of each other with soapy hands
and then his longer-than-mine and my thicker-than-his find their way between
each other's legs, from both the front and back.
We know what we really want to do, and prepare each
other. Slowly.
"You want to go first?" I suggest, and turn my back to
him. He continues, then carefully replaces his fingers with his very stiff dick,
going slowly until it is all of the way in. Then he begins to push in and pull
back.
"I love this!" he growls in my ear.
He alternates between faster and slower, holding my
hips as he pushes in.
The whole time, I'm playing with Junior, while he is
waiting for his turn.
Andy suddenly stops moving. Then he pulls out.
"Did you cum?" I ask.
"You would have known if I did!" He tells me. "Your
turn! Then, let's spurt together."
After our exhausting excitement, we spend a lot of
time, alongside each other in bed, talking. About school. About bikes. About
`giving ourselves to each other'. About what we do while we are not together.
About the next holidays and whether I can stay with
him for a week. "It will be summer," Andy tells me, "And I live just around the
corner from the beach. We can go surfing every day. I can teach you. And you
can meet all of the guys, and Mr Grant's little sister, and maybe some of her
friends." Then he laughs.
"Why would I want to meet her?" I ask him.
"Just so you can see that all girls are not like
Jake's sister!" he replies. "Some of them are smart and even fun to hang around
with. And not bossy. Wait `till they find out that you can cook and dance! Real
dancing! Most guys at my school can't do either of those. Like me."
"You can learn," I reply. "I'll teach you.
In the middle of our conversation, Andy shocks me
with, "Hey. Do you reckon that Karl and Jacko have been mucking around with
each other?"
"What?" I ask. "Why?"
"I've been watching them," Andy says. "It's just the
way that they look at each other, as though they are keeping a secret,
especially after they have been horse riding together."
I reply, "Actually, Ron told me that he noticed it too.
And I see the same goofy expression on their faces whenever they've finished
riding." Then, I have to ask the question that is seriously on my mind, "Do you
think that Dad or Helen suspect anything about them?"
"I've watched their expressions too," Andy replies.
"And the answer is, I don't think so."
"So, if I've noticed it, and Ron's noticed it and,
now, you've noticed it, I think that I'd better warn them. What do you reckon?"
"Absolutely!" Andy says. "But now that Helen wants
them to shower after they've been out on the horses, maybe they will have
cooled down by the time they go back into the house."
"Do you reckon they've noticed anything about you and
me?" I ask.
"Well, Tom knows, but he wouldn't have said anything
to anyone," Andy answers. "Not even Will. I'm sure of it."
"And Ron knows!" I say. "Especially after what he saw
us doing in the showers."
"OK, then!" Andy says. "We have to be even more
careful." He adds, "I heard the reason you gave your dad for us sleeping down
here. I'm surprised that he bought it, even though he didn't seem at all
worried about us sleeping together in your room. What gives?"
"I really don't know," I tell him. "He either knows
that I'm gay and is too embarrassed to say anything to me, or maybe he might
think that I'm going through some kind of phase which I'll grow out of."
"Or," Andy suggests, "He just thinks that guys can be
guys around each other, and thinks nothing of it. Like having older guys
together in the bunk house; seeing each other and maybe even showering
together. Maybe he thinks that it's normal behaviour for guys."
"Actually," I reply, "Now that you mention it, when
Karl and I were growing up, he often used to walk around naked as well,
especially after my Mum left. At the time, it never even crossed my mind that it
wasn't normal behaviour."
"There you go!" Andy encourages me. "It's all good.
But we still need to be careful. No staring at each other. No standing too
close to me or patting my bum, or making careless comments, like Karl did
earlier about Jacko teaching him stuff."
"Yeah," I say. "At least Karl's brain still worked
fast enough to add about the horses."
"I love the warmth of your body!" Andy tells me, changing
the subject and snuggling closer.
"I think I hear a bike coming!" I tell Andy, opening
my eyes, untangling our arms and legs and jumping up to be greeted by bright morning
sunshine.
I deliberately muss up another bed then head to the
toilet.
After a relieving pee, I wrap a towel around myself
and head back out to find Andy reading a note on the bench, alongside a small
container that wasn't there last night.
"What's that?" I ask. "And where did it come from?"
"The container has half a dozen eggs and some bacon in
it," Andy replies. "And this note says, `Hey, guys. Nice glutes!' and that's
all."
"It was Ron! He was here!" I say. "And I didn't hear
anything. Did you?"
"No," Andy replies. "I guess that we were both worn
out after being up all night."
I grin. He's not wrong!
The noise from the quad bike stops, outside.
"It's him!" I say, looking through the window. "Ron's
here."
Andy dashes to the bathroom.
"Good morning, sunshine," Ron grins, coming through
the door. "Where's your other half?"
"In the bathroom," I reply, nodding in that direction.
Then I ask, pointing at the container and the note, "When were you here?"
"When you didn't turn up for breakfast," Ron answers,
"Helen sent down some bacon and eggs for you to deal with, in addition to what
she gave you last night."
"So, when were you here?" I repeat.
He looks at his watch. "Oh, about half an hour ago."
He adds, "After looking at the amusing tangle of arms and legs and two naked
butts, I wrote you the note then went for a ride."
"So, you were perving at us, were you?" I hear from
Andy as he emerges from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, similar to mine.
"I wouldn't call it that, exactly," Ron tells him.
"More like wondering how two guys could be so entangled with each other. It was
like looking at a handsome teenage octopus."
"And the nice glutes?" I put to him, quoting his note.
"Yeah. Well, you can't deny it!" he replies, grinning
at me.
Andy walks over to me, pats me on the backside and
tells Ron, "No. I don't deny it."
Then, as he takes his hand away, my towel goes with
it. This is no accident!
"Oops!" he tells me, grinning. "Don't get mad."
"You should know that I don't get mad," I tell him. "But
I have been known to get even!"
He loses his towel, and I wave it in front of his
face.
I offer it to him but, as he reaches for it, I drop it
and swat his backside as he bends to retrieve it, and comment, "Nice glutes!"
As he stands, he makes a grab for Junior. However,
with all of the practice that I've had playing grabbing games with my brother
and William, he misses.
He tackles me and wrestles me to the closest bed. I
don't care. It's more exciting that wrestling with Karl or William!
"You guys gonna spend all day playing with each other's
body?" Ron says. "Or are you going to have breakfast? Have you forgotten that
I'm here to give Andy a driving lesson?"
"Can you do bacon and eggs?" I put to him. "While Andy
and I have a shower and get dressed?"
"OK!" he grins at me. "But you'd better be quick!"
Andy heads for the shower. I follow him, then turn and
say to Ron, "And some toast, please, and, while you're at it, a mug of coffee
each."
"Yes, sir!" Ron says, standing to attention and
saluting.
As much as I would like to linger and play with Andy's
body, we have a quick wash, rinse off the soap. I tell him, "We still have two
more nights!"
"I heard that!" Ron says to us, standing near the
bathroom door.
"You perving again?" Andy says.
"Don't burn the toast!" I tell him, and he returns to
the food.
I sit behind Andy in the Land Rover so that he won't
be distracted by seeing me in the rear-view mirror.
"Remember to keep your eyes on where you are going,"
Ron tells him. "There are holes and bits of wood, none of which would be good
to hit! Not to mention any stray animals."
Ron is very encouraging and Andy is a quick learner.
I'm not jealous but I think that he's doing better than I did when Ron taught
me.
We drive down past the rubbish paddock and alongside
the creek back up to the shallow crossing, then we follow the second quad bike track.
When we get near to a lot of trees, Ron has Andy turn around and we head back
to the workers' hut.
Ron says, "Excellent work, Andy!" He turns to me.
"Kurt, do you want to bring the quadbike up to the house, and Andy can drive
the rest of the way. Then, we can all go bike riding together."
I have two reactions. Andy will be alone with Ron in
the Land Rover, and we will be able to shower together afterwards! The first
doesn't worry me. Neither does the second. LOL.
"Karl and Jacko have gone horse riding," Dad tells us
as we enter the house. Then, to Andy, he asks, "How did it go, Champ? Did you
avoid all those trees that can jump out in front of Land Rovers?"
Andy grins.
Ron says, "He's a natural, but I've told him not to
let it go to his head. And we talked about safety and common sense, and that
he's never to drive without an adult next to him."
"All good, Mr Andersen," Andy tells my Dad.
"Do we have time for a quick ride on the bikes before
lunch?" Ron asks Helen.
"And a shower!" Helen reinforces her new house rule.
I think, `This time Ron will be showering with Andy
and me, instead of walking in on us.'
Not now, Junior! Not in front of Dad and Helen!
(to be continued)
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