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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The resemblance
of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person
is purely coincidental.
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From
Chapter 75:
Ron puts the ute
into neutral, turns off the engine, and lets it coast towards the hut. Then,
without closing the doors, we walk the rest of the way. As silently as
possible. We're gonna catch Karl and Jacko `at it', for sure!
We leave our boots
at the bottom of the steps and continue, in just our socks.
I don't know
whether Ron and Andy are as shocked as I am at seeing what Jacko and my brother
are doing. Both have a mouthful.
Ron stuns them
both with, "Morning tea, guys?"
Chapter
76 – More Than Expected
"Yeah," Jacko replies. "And before they went to check
on the progress of the buildings, Helen gave us a container of muffins that she
had finished baking earlier."
"And, don't worry!" Karl chirps. "There's plenty for
you three as well. Dad thought that you might stop in here for a break. We were
just going to leave the container on the table if we didn't see you."
Jacko asks, to none of us in particular, "So how's the
driving going?"
"Andy's really good," I answer. "Better than me."
"Have you finished working?" Karl asks Ron.
"Not yet," he answers. "We still have to check for
rubbish around the northern hut, and along the tracks where the farm-stay
guests might go."
"What are you two doing for lunch?" I ask.
"Not sure!" Jacko answers. "Why?"
"Well," I tell him, "If you are back at
the homestead about one o'clock, I'll have lunch ready."
"Deal!" Jacko grins, extending his fist
for me to bump.
Karl grins too, but for a different
reason. I've basically told them that they have two hours without Ron, Andy,
Dad, Helen or me getting in their way.
Karl smiles, looks at me and says,
"Thanks!"
I know that he's not only thanking me, in
advance, for lunch. I'm giving him time to `get even' with Jacko for what
happened this morning. Plus, I have to remind myself that Karl and I do have
similar feelings about `doing things' with one of the sexy farm hands.
"You all want coffees to go with your
muffins?" Jacko asks, heading for the jug.
"Thanks," Ron replies, then asks, "How are
you going with the horses?"
"Only two needed a bit of extra attention
so far," Jacko says. "One had thrown a shoe.
I think that there may be only a few more left to check."
We start eating and drinking just as Jacko and Karl
are finishing. Nice muffins. I can understand why they had their mouths full.
And there's more left in the container.
"Well, we'd better get back to it," Jacko says, taking
his and Karl's mugs to the sink.
Jumping to his feet, Karl says, "Then, we'll
definitely need a shower, or Helen will be able to tell from the horse smell in
the house that we didn't have one!"
And they leave.
"In a bit of a hurry to finish and get into the
shower, isn't he?" Andy asks, without expecting the obvious answer from Ron or
me. "Is he always this enthusiastic about working?"
"Only since Jacko has been around," I reply. "To give
him a hand!"
I make wanking motions, and we laugh. We all know what
has been going on with them!
"OK, we'd better get into it, as well," Ron says.
"And, you'll need a shower too before you start touching food and making
lunch," he tells me.
"I might need a hand too," I grin at them.
They both make wanking motions. We all know each other
well enough to laugh about it.
We had already done a quick clean-up around the
northern hut, so there is not much `rubbish' to remove. A few bits and pieces
along the trails go into the back of the ute.
We'll unload then have our showers before lunch.
As we pass the homestead, heading south to the rubbish
yard, we wave to Karl and Jacko, leading one horse towards where the farrier's
tools are kept.
On our way back with the empty ute, we don't see them.
They've probably gone to the northern hut because they know that we've finished
up that way.
In the bunkhouse, we are happy to just strip off,
throw our clothes onto the nearest bed and walk, naked, to the showers. I
notice the beginnings of excitement on all of us!
Ron sets the temperatures, as he did previously, then
we all get wet.
"Now, where were we yesterday, before we were
interrupted?" Andy asks, turning to Ron, with soap in hand.
"Don't you think that Kurt needs to be the cleanest?"
Ron tells him, virtually ignoring me, standing here. "Because he's the one who
is going to be preparing our food!"
Andy looks at him. Then at me. Then grins
"So, which side of him do you want first?" Andy asks.
Ron tells him, "I'll start on his backside and you can
have his front side!"
"Nice!" is all that Andy says. Then he looks into my eyes
as he takes a handful of Junior who expands rapidly at his touch.
Ron starts on my `nice glutes'. He always did like
them! Right from when we first met.
I remember him, that day, patting and feeling them at every opportunity when
nobody was watching.
Junior jerks to full stiffness as Ron washes between
my legs and runs a finger across my hole.
"Swap!" Ron says to Andy. He turns me around instead
of them having to change places.
Andy, at least, washes from my shoulders down to my
legs before returning to my backside.
Ron tells Andy, "You forgot his hands. That's the part
of him that will be touching the food!"
We laugh.
Ron cups my balls in his soapy hand before making sure
that Junior is extra clean too, then I'm surprised when he tells Andy, "Do you
guys want to do what you were doing the other day when I interrupted you?"
I turn my head to Andy and tell him, "It's OK, if you
want. He saw what we were doing."
Andy hesitates, but then, as he holds my hips, I feel
his hard longer-than-mine slide between my legs. In and back a few times. Gently.
He groans at the pleasure.
"I'm sure that you can do it better than that!" Ron
tells him. "Or do you need me to show you how?"
Not what I was expecting!
I turn my head to look at Andy. By his wide eyes, I
think that he is stunned.
Turning back to face Ron, he looks into my eyes and
asks, "May I do it to you? Is it OK?"
I nod.
He turns me around and, after applying some more soap,
I feel his longer-than-Andy's and thicker-than-mine slide between my legs,
pushing my balls and coming out underneath them.
Then, again. And again. Instead of just holding my
hips as Andy did, Ron hugs me against him and proceeds to give Andy a
demonstration of really going for it. Crouching. Rising up. Slow then hard and
fast. He groans, and I groan.
"Fuck!" Andy says, watching carefully. "Look at that
thing keep coming out at the front!"
"And it feels terrific too," I tell him, beginning to
pant, from the sensations.
"I wish I see could what one that size feels like!"
Andy says. Then he adds, "No offence, Kurt. I'm just wondering. That's all."
I know that Andy, indirectly, is asking Ron to do it
to him. But, is he asking for my permission?
I don't know what to say! I can't just say `OK',
because that might sound like I'm telling Ron what to do.
After thinking, I turn to Ron and say, "Now that
you've demonstrated to Andy what `doing it better' looks like, do you think
that you could also show him what it feels like?"
Ron looks at Andy, "Is that what you want, buddy? Are
you sure?"
"Yes, please," Andy answers. He looks excited, but
also nervous.
Ron soaps between Andy's legs then holds his hips
while he pushes in. Next, he switches to hugging him, like he did to me.
I stand in front of Andy and watch Ron's familiar
stiffness continually emerge and disappear. It looks bigger from this angle.
Maybe Andy's slim body just highlights it.
Having already felt Ron's dick between my legs, I
imagine that Andy is me and I can now see exactly what Ron was doing, including
the expression of pleasure on his face.
My two `boyfriends' are enjoying themselves! And I'm
happy watching them.
Andy reaches for Junior and I take hold of his.
Andy's grip on Junior tightens each time that Ron
pushes forward.
This is a new and thrilling experience for Andy and he
explodes first. All over me!
I guess that the feeling of Andy's body, tightening
with each spurt, sets Ron off massively as he pushes between Andy's legs. It
ends up shooting all over me from under Andy's balls!
With all of this excitement, I have no hope of holding
back! Aaargh! All over Andy.
Ron continues to hold onto Andy, supporting his drained
body.
Andy lets go of Junior and reaches out to me for a hug.
I wrap my arms around both of them as far as I can. Group hug!
As we finish cleaning ourselves, Andy turns to Ron,
gives him a quick hug and says, "Thanks for that!"
When I can get each of them by themselves, I want to know
how they felt about what we just did! It's something that I had never even
thought about, and I'm not sure whether I'd want to do it again. I'd be happier
just to play with Ron alone, and also enjoy Andy and I giving ourselves to each
other completely in private.
But that little threesome was fun!
"Can you make gravy?" I ask Ron.
He looks at me and his face asks, `Why?'
I add, "If the three of us prepare the food, Karl's
rule is that the cooks don't wash up!"
Ron and Andy look at each other, grin, then both give
me a high-five.
"What can I do?" Andy asks.
"Peel potatoes?" I put to him. "I'll do the other
veggies, if you like, and the meat."
Karl's and Jacko's wet hair tells me that they have
showered. And I wonder what else!
"Lunch smells terrific!" Jacko says. Then he asks,
"Who taught you?"
Before I answer, about being taught, dozens of things
and people' names, flash through my mind. Mum and Dad (lots of things like
cooking and dancing and cleaning). Mrs Cameron (apple pies and lamb's fry). Mr Grant
(having fun with an adult – not just sexy stuff; and he was the first person to
suck my dick). William (wanking, and sucking properly). Ron (how to drive and
treat snake bite, lots of different ways of jacking off and the
between-the-legs thing). Andy (cleaning and giving ourselves to each other
completely).
My answer may not be what anyone is expecting. "Karl
and I have learnt different things from different people. We're both quick
learners and pretty good at doing lots of stuff."
I look at their faces, and imagine their different
responses if they were to speak.
But they don't.
Behind each face, with its own secrets, is a common
nervousness – `Don't say too much!'
And, I don't. Of course! LOL
Perhaps the most surprised look comes from my brother,
at me paying him a compliment in front of the others. He needs to learn to
trust me and, as we grow up, we can confide more in each other!
At the moment, I'll let him go on thinking that nobody
knows what he and Jacko do. Has he forgotten that I told him he could do anything
with Jacko that he and I have done together? I'm hoping that Jacko hasn't
taught him anything `extra', like what Andy and I do.
But, I shouldn't be upset if they have gone that far; I
just don't want my brother to get hurt! Me doing it with Andy is one thing, but
I can't even think about Jacko forcing himself into my brother, having heard
the story of how girls and guys at school paid Jacko to see and feel his big
dick and balls. I have seen him in the shower with my brother! Bigger than Ron's!
Over lunch, apart from `compliments to the chef' and
horses and rubbish collection and Andy's new driving ability, the inevitable
topic of washing up is raised, by my brother.
"So, Jacko and I sat down at the table before Ron and
Andy," Karl says, smugly.
(Is `smugly' even a word? Where did I learn that? Was that in a book?)
I open my mouth
to answer, but Ron beats me to it.
"Absolutely right!" he says, which causes a broad grin
to spread across Karl's face.
Then, Ron adds, "You know that Andy and I helped
prepare lunch? So, we were also cooks."
Karl doesn't exactly frown at the realisation that
he'll have his hands in the sink! Let's just say that his `smiley muscles'
totally relax and the grin disappears.
Jacko, on the other hand, says, "OK. That's fair. And
I'll even make the coffees."
He's in a really good mood! Hmm.
During our relaxing afternoon of cards and Chinese
Checkers, Dad and Helen pull up in the Land Rover.
When he comes in, Dad gets straight to the point. "Hey
men. Horses done? Rubbish done?"
"Yes, boss!" I answer for all of us. "All done!"
He comes over to me, grabs me in a head lock and
musses up my hair. "I knew that it would be! Cheeky!"
I love my Dad.
As Dad disappears towards the toilet, Helen returns
from having taken some bags to the kitchen.
"While Jan was checking on the buildings, which are
looking amazing, I spent most of the day with Julie Smith, at the pub," she
tells us. "And, as a thanks for helping in the kitchen, she sent home an apple
pie and a custard tart. Which one would you like for afternoon tea?"
"Mrs Smith makes terrific apple pies," I tell everyone,
trying to influence their choice.
"I order apple pie and ice cream for dessert every time that we have dinner at
the pub."
"And her custard tarts are great too!" Karl adds.
There is a moment of silence. Nobody directly answers
Helen's question about a preference.
"OK then," she tells us. "I guess I'll put both on the
table. You can each choose your own."
Over afternoon tea, Dad hears the details of the
horses from Jacko and Karl. Jacko compliments my brother on how much he knew
and helped.
"Dad taught me," Karl grins.
"Nice work, son," Dad tells him.
I can see Karl's face glow from Dad's praise. And I'll
be that Ron would be able to see a very positive aura around him at the moment.
Ron says, "I'll let Andy tell you about the driving, but
we cleared whatever rubbish we could find from the places that your farm-stay
guests would be likely to go."
"So, how did you go today, Andy?" Dad asks as he helps
himself to seconds of custard tart.
"Not too bad, Mr Andersen," Andy answers. "It was
difficult at first, trying to think about my right foot, my left foot, the
steering wheel, the gear stick and watch where I was going, all at the same
time. But I got the hang of it eventually."
"He was good, Dad," I tell him. "He and Ron took it in
turns of driving while we were checking for stuff to take to the rubbish
paddock."
"It's a pity that Andy's going home tomorrow," Ron
says. "With some more practice, I reckon that he would be very confident about
handling the ute."
"Next time," Dad says, "We'll have you behind the
wheel every day, if you like. If Ron's not here, I'll take you myself."
It suddenly hits me. Andy won't be back for a long
time, and I'd forgotten that Ron has his studies to return to, and that he's
only here helping Dad in the meantime. I excuse myself to go to the toilet,
where people will not see the tears in my eyes.
I undo my zipper and flop Junior out to take a pee.
He's feeling as sad as I am!
At least, next week, when we are back at school, and
staying four nights a week at Jintabudjaree, I'll be able to spend some time
with Mr Grant on two of those four nights, while Karl is over with William.
I have no idea where Jacko will be. But, because he's
a `local', I'm pretty sure that we'll see him out here at Whispering Gums on
weekends. And, that he and Karl will spend a lot of time riding the horses, and
in the showers. I wonder if William will join them. Riding the horses? Yes.
Showers? Hmm. Maybe Mr Grant and I will get dusty on the quad bikes. LOL.
I smell dinner cooking. The aromas are familiar, but
not from around here. Now, where do I recognise them from? Ma and Pa's? No. The
pub? No. In Big Town? No. Cunnamulla? That's it! At the Chinese restaurant!
I can't resist the temptation! I tell my fellow card
players, "I'll just go and see if Helen needs any help," giving Karl a better
opportunity to win a hand from Ron, Dad, Andy and Jacko.
Helen senses my presence even before I say anything.
She turns to me and smiles, "Before you ask, I've got
this under control, Kurt. Thank you."
"May I at least watch, please?" I ask.
"Of course, love," she answers and returns to the multiple
utensils and containers both on and off the various gas burners.
It doesn't take long before I'm handing her things, then
stirring things for her, then looking after some things on my own. She grins at
me, and I give her a big smile. "Thanks."
One of the things that I'm keen to learn is not just Helen's
cooking technique, but the names of some ingredients, and the herbs, that she
is using. I don't know whether Mrs Cameron's Red Book has any Chinese recipes.
If not, I'll ask Helen for help and make some notes.
Going back into the lounge room, I tell everyone, "Dinner's
ready. Wash your hands!"
They all give me a look of disbelief that I would tell
them to do that!
Dad says something, pointing to Andy and Karl.
They both pass me. "We've just been volunteered to set
the table," Karl says.
As Helen, Dad and I carry the food and place it on the
table, Jacko and Ron return from the bathroom and sit down with Karl. Andy
stands to the side and watches everything.
"What are you doing?" I ask him.
"Volunteering to wash up," he replies.
"Looks like it'll be you and me then," Dad tells him, then
both take their places at the table.
The food is delicious and I try to separate, in my
mind, the smell and taste of the various herbs and spices.
Ron and Jacko make us all coffee, and, as dessert, we
polish off the remaining apple pie and custard tart from afternoon tea, cutting
some slices in half to make them go further.
"So," Dad asks, "Who wants to come to Cunnamulla
tomorrow when Kurt and I take our wedding suits back and drop Andy off at the
bus terminus?"
The only person to reply is Helen.
"Yes, I'll come," she says. "I think I'll drop in and
seen the doctor."
"Are you OK, Helen? Is everything all right?" Ron
asks.
"I haven't had a check-up in ages," she answers. "You
know, ears, nose, throat, blood pressure, heart and women's stuff!"
I wasn't expecting that, but I immediately think, `And
baby'.
I glance at Dad and catch him staring at me. He
quickly raises and lowers one eyebrow. He can tell that I know! And it's still
a secret from everyone else.
"Ron?" Dad asks. "Do you want to come too, and say
hello to your aunt and uncle?"
"Not really," he replies. "I'll see them in three
weeks on my way back to Sydney. There's some practical stuff that I need to do
at uni before the semester ends." Then he adds, "But, I'd be happy to come, to
keep Champ here company."
Ron's going back to Sydney in three weeks? OMG! Why
didn't he tell me?
"And what are you two going to do?" Dad asks,
alternating a pointing finger between Karl and Jacko.
"Whatever you need me to do," Jacko answers. "Karl can
be my offsider for the day."
"Then, why don't you take the ute into The Village and
give the guys a hand? Work is at the point where every extra bit of assistance
will be appreciated. Marty and Ash will find something that's productive but not
too difficult for you both."
"And Julie Smith always provides lunch for all of the
workers," Helen adds.
Karl doesn't look at all enthusiastic about the
possibility of doing real work.
However, he doesn't get a chance to refuse.
"Great!" Jacko says. Then, turning to Karl, he adds,
"Who knows what new skills you might pick up!"
I think to myself, `Yeah, like working!'
I see a goofy smirk on Karl's face, and I instantly know
what he's thinking; about being here alone with Jacko for part of the day.
However, it quickly disappears when Dad says, "You two
can go in early, after breakfast, and we should be back before you knock off
for the day. We'll have dinner waiting for you."
Despite the fact that Andy and I are eager to `go to
bed', and despite my faked yawns, the others are all keen to soak up as much
time with Andy as possible on his last night. There are reminders of what Andy
has seen and done while he has been here, coffee, cake, poker, and hopes that everyone
will see him back here again as soon as possible.
He has done a lot into just over a week. He and I have
`done it' a lot too!
Finally, we are alone!
"You want to just do it?" Andy asks. "Or play first,
or just start in the shower. I know that you're really tired."
"Why do you think that I'm really tired?" I ask.
"Well, you were yawning a lot while we were all
playing cards," Andy replies.
"They were just hints for everyone not to talk for so
long," I tell him. And I add, grinning, "But I might be really tired later on!"
"Better set our alarms then, so that we don't miss
breakfast," he says.
"Agreed," I reply. "And to answer your question, why
don't we start by playing, then have a shower, then finish off `doing it' in
bed?"
"Then, probably, another shower, eh?" he grins.
We undress slowly, and I enjoy taking in how gorgeous
he is. His slim body, with the early development of obvious muscles. His narrow
hips. His `nice glutes'. His longer-than-mine and his curly hairs. And his
Adam's apple and beautiful smile and his blond hair and blue eyes. He suddenly
looks older to me than fourteen and a half.
We hug, and I rub my lucky hands all over his body, to
remember what he feels like as well as what he looks, like until I see him
again.
He interrupts our feeling of each other with, "You
know that our phones can take photos, don't you? Ones that nobody else should
see!"
And, our playful photo session is just the start of a
very long night!
(to be continued)
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