Kurt

 

 

 

Life in The Village, through the eyes of a student at the remote school.
(This is a parallel story to "Schoolie", but through different eyes.)
This chapter aligns, partially, with Chapters 8 and 9 of "Schoolie".

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 7:

"Hell, Yeah!" I let fly, then suddenly realise that I've just used one of William's favourite recent expressions.

Dad and Karl both look at me.

I try to make the best of a bad moment. "Sorry, Dad. That just slipped out. It just seemed the easiest thing to say. He's really nice."

Dad's not annoyed. "Growing up!" he grins and ruffles my hair. I love him.

Chapter 8 – Horsing Around

It's not our usual Sunday morning. Dad's already up. It's not that he was noisy or anything, but I was aware of him in the kitchen. Sometimes I think I can sense stuff without actually hearing anything.

He's sitting in one of the lounge chairs, reading the paper that he bought in Big Town and drinking from his large, coloured mug. He's usually a tea drinker, but on Sundays he has coffee. "Good morning, Dad," I say softly to him and pulling my bedroom door closed. "What are you doing up so early? You usually sleep in on Sundays."

"Oh, I don't know." He tells me. "I was just so much awake this morning, that trying to go back to sleep was useless. I had a couple of goes at it. In the end I just got up and made myself a cuppa. What about you? Why are you up? Is Karl still asleep?"

I'm not sure which of his questions to answer first. "I guess I must be like you. I kinda thought that you were out here and I couldn't go back to sleep either. And, yes, Karl is still in dreamland." I don't tell Dad that I can almost tell what my brother is dreaming about by the tent in the front of his pyjama pants. Probably `William'.

"How would you like to come for a walk with me?" Dad asks, totally out of the blue. He's never asked me that before.

"Have I done something wrong?" I ask him.

It's the only reason that I can think of in order to get away from Karl for a while. So that he can tick me off without my brother hearing. Shit! Has he found out about me grabbing Mr Grant?

"Heavens no!" Dad says. He puts his coffee mug on the floor in front of him, then folds his paper as he gets up and lays it on the lounge. He gives me a hug. "Why would you even think such a thing?"

I reply, sheepishly, "I don't know Dad. You've never asked me to go for a walk before." Then, "Actually, I remember once that you took me `for a walk' outside and gave me a good paddling for being rude to Mum."

"I'd forgotten about that," Dad replies. "No, nothing bad, this time. I just thought we could walk and talk. About some grown-up things."

"OK. Thanks," I say. I have no idea what's going on, but don't object to a bit of him-and-me time. "Just give me a minute to put on a shirt and some shorts."

Karl is still sound asleep. I dress as quietly as I can and slip on some sneakers too. I'm not sure where Dad wants to walk.

We head along the street towards the pub.

Dad starts, "I just wanted to check. Are you sure that you're OK, Kurt? You weren't yourself last night, and your moods seem to be up and down lately. One day you seem upset and dragging your sorry arse around but then, the next day, you're hopping around on top of the world. Is something bothering you?"

I think of all of the things that have been running through my mind lately. William and Karl. My Christmas wish. The birthday wish. Mr Grant. Ron. Naked wrestling. Wet pyjamas in the morning. What can I say?

While I'm still pondering how to answer him, Dad asks, "Is it about your mother? You mentioned her last night."

"Actually, Dad," I start, "It is sort of about Mum." Then I take a deep breath to build up some courage and add, "And you."

Dad says, "I thought that the day would come when you and Karl would probably have some questions. I have to tell you that I have not been looking forward to this. But I promise I'll be honest with you – ask me whatever you want to know."

"Why did Mum really leave?" My words disappear into the warm, after-summer morning, Village air, as if expecting an echo that does not come. Then I add, "Was it because of Karl and me? Something we did?"

Dad stops walking. He turns to me and his face looks... scared. No, not scared... shocked.

Before he says anything, he enfolds me in a tight hug, and just holds me. The way Mum used to when I was hurt or when I would wake up from a bad dream.

"Kurt," he says quietly, holding my head gently but firmly against his chest with one hand. "I am so sorry, son. Is that what you have been thinking, all of this time? For a whole year and a half almost?"

I say nothing and just absorb his love.

He gently holds me by both shoulders and moves me to arms-length, crouching a little to look directly into my eyes. His own are suddenly very sad. The question that I have proposed as an unintentional after-thought, seems to have really hurt him. I want to cry.

With tears in his eyes, he manages, "Kurt, you and your brother must never think that your mother left because of you. In fact, it was just the opposite – she only stayed here for as long as she did because she loved you both so much. It nearly broke her heart when she finally decided that she had to go, and leave you behind."

This was not something that I had even thought about asking. And, suddenly do not really want to hear the answer to.

"Then, why...?" I whisper to him, trying very hard not to let my water-filled eyes spill over.

He draws me close again. "Let's keep walking," he says, leaving one arm across my shoulders.

"I don't know how to tell you this exactly," he starts, "but sometimes people can fall out of love just as easily as they fall into it. Does that make any sense?"

"No, Dad," I answer. "Sorry. I don't know what you mean."

Dad tries to explain. "Kurt, you and your brother are growing up very quickly. We've established that already by your tight jeans and your `public hair', haven't we?" He's trying to lighten the mood with `our' joke.

I don't know where this is going, so I simply agree.

"I told you that very soon things will happen in your body and you will have feelings that will be all new to you. Some of them you will be able to control, but some of them you won't."

I'm already aware of both, and the wet pyjamas are probably the best indication of what I can't control. And then there's my out-of-control erections. But I can control my feelings for Karl and William and Ron and Mr Grant, although sometimes I even wonder about that!

"When I was not too much older than you, maybe fourteen, I had some very strong feelings too. I'd been having them for quite a while, but something new happened."

I don't interrupt, but I put my arm around his waist. We walk left around the corner opposite the pub and head towards the old church.

"I lived next door to your mother. She was three years older than me, and still is of course. We were very good friends and went to the same school. We used to walk there together and home again in the afternoon. She would often come into our house and I was always welcome in hers. We would talk about anything and everything from the flavours of ice-cream that we liked to what we thought of different politicians."

Dad slips into some sort of memory warp and starts rattling off a list of things that he and Mum had talked about, including his desire to work with animals and hers to be a nurse. "Not so different," he comments.

We turn the next corner and head towards the school.

"We were pretty comfortable together and would sit alongside each other on the lounge. Sometimes I would lie with my head on her legs, in her lap. When I would sit on the floor and prop myself against the lounge, she would even come and sit between my knees and lean back on me."

He goes on, "I remember the day that while she was sitting in front of me, I put my arms over her shoulders. She took one of my hands and then moved it on top of her breast and held it there. `Go on,' she said, `you can play with it if you like.' I didn't know what to do, but I enjoyed holding her and moving my fingers around. And I knew from the erection in my pants that this wasn't just simple fun, it was very special fun."

He pauses, then backtracks a little to make sure that I understand him. "You do know about erections, don't you? I've seen you and Karl with one lots of times."

"Yes, Dad," I laugh. "I know about them. They're one of those uncontrollable things that you talked about.

We share a laugh.

"Well, it became the way we used to sit and talk, when there were no grown-ups around. Her between my legs, and me playing with her breasts.

"One day, with her on the floor, she wanted me to sit between her knees, and she slowly put her hands not over my shoulders but around my waist. I wasn't sure whether she had noticed my erections before, but she certainly found it that day!"

Then he stops and asks, "Are you OK with me telling you this? I think it will help to answer your question, but maybe also help you to understand a bit of grown up stuff."

"It's OK, Dad," I tell him. "You're not grossing me out or anything." I add, "Not yet, anyway."

We chuckle again. This is my first real man-to-man talk with my Dad. There is no tension, but I'm starting to have one of those uncontrollable events right now at the thought of Mum `being gentle' with Dad the way that I am with Karl and William.

"To cut a long story short for you, she liked playing with my erections, and I loved playing with her breasts," he says. "Then, I also remember the day that we were totally alone because her parents had gone to visit some friends. She suggested that we just sit and talk, swapping positions as we had become used to doing, but without any clothes on. At first, I was really scared, but I had often wondered what she looked like, and felt like, without her clothes. And I wasn't embarrassed about her seeing me, because I had been encouraged by the guy in my bedroom mirror who told me that I had a really good body. So, we did it."

Then he takes a deep breath and again asks me something. "Kurt, do you know what happens when a guy has an erection and gets excited? I mean, really excited?"

Even though I've never experienced it, my discussions with William and my wet pyjamas let me put two and two together. "I think I know," I tell him, "but, no, not really."

This tells him that it's one of the things that hasn't happened yet. However, I think that I've been close to `really excited' a couple of times with William and with Karl. I recall what Ron did with me at the swimming hole, and it all makes sense, now. He got `really excited' while he was holding me against his body and rubbing his really stiff erection backwards and forwards between my legs near my balls.

Dad goes on. "I don't know if she knew what she was doing, but I could tell what was going to happen, because I'd learned to do it myself, when I was about your age."

He waits to see if I comment, but I don't. I guess he means `being gentle' with yourself instead of with a friend or your brother. I get it. I do it in bed all the time now, but I've always stopped when I've had funny feelings, like I was going to pee myself or something. That's the last thing I need! Especially with Karl next to me on his bed. One day, when there's nobody around, I'll keep going, just to see what happens.

Dad continues, "I loved what she did to me, and she loved doing it. It wasn't long before we were doing it in bed, and then she showed me where my penis would fit into her body. She called it `making love' to her. Now, I'm sure, Kurt, that you have seen horses doing it, and sheep doing it and cattle doing it, so I think you know what I'm talking about." He doesn't ask, but it's a question.

I think about sitting with Ron and watching the horses `going at it'. "Yep, I've got it!" I tell him.

"It's how foals, and lambs and calves are made." Then he adds, "And human babies."

I finally have something to add to the conversation, even though it happens to be one of my other questions. "Is that why Karl and I are thirteen and you're only thirty?"

He pauses. "Yes, Kurt. Exactly," he says. "And that's also why your Ma and Pa don't like me. They blamed me for your mother getting pregnant. Well, actually, I suppose that it was my fault. My body could tell when things were going to happen, but I just wanted to feel what it would be like to stay inside of her, instead of always taking my penis out before it happened."

I can tell that the conversation is almost over when he says, "I know that you'll understand one day, and I hope you don't make the same mistake that I did."

Then the words just slip out, without approval from my brain first, "So, what you're saying is that Karl and I are mistakes."

As soon as I hear my own words, I know that it was the wrong thing to say.

Dad immediately opens his mouth to answer me but closes it again. There is a very awkward moment, then he says, "Kurt, you are the best mistake that I've ever made in my life!" And he hugs me again. "Look at you," he continues. "Handsome, clever, and growing every day into a wonderful young man. I can't imagine my life without you and your brother."

"So, how come we ended up here? And why did Mum leave? Really." I put to him. The conversation has progressed to the point where I'm no longer nervous about asking that question.

"OK," Dad says, taking a big breath. "First things first. When we discovered that your mother was pregnant, my Dad introduced me, at age 16, to condoms. It's a pity that nobody told me earlier. I don't suppose you know about them yet. That's another conversation that I can have with you both, sometime.

We were married and your mum moved in with my parents and me. Everything seemed to work out just fine. Your Ma and Pa were right next door, so they could see your Mum, and you boys, anytime. But then, when you boys were just over three years old, having two little dynamos in the house started to become a strain on my mother and father.

"Then, what happened was a God-send. One day, at his club, my dad was talking about the situation at home to one of his friends, who commented that a relative of his had a property out west and was looking for someone to help out, especially with the animals and general maintenance. The area wasn't in drought then, and there were far too many animals on the property for one man to manage. Even though he had some casual farm hands, he really needed someone there, full time.

"The short version of the story is that, after us meeting together, Mr Cameron agreed to hire me. He let me use the farm ute to drive around and somehow found us free accommodation, away from the farm and the farm hands, here in The Village. It was a reasonably easy drive for us into Big Town, usually on a Saturday, for the things that your mum couldn't get from the pub. On top of that, the house was right next to the school, and so would be convenient for you boys in a year or so."

This all sounds very nice and cosy, but I'm not letting him off the hook. He has answered lots of questions that I didn't ask. I put mine to him again. "So, why did Mum leave us?"

"She didn't leave you," Dad says. "She left me."

"I don't understand," I say, looking into his eyes. I see a lot of hurt there. He can probably see the hurt and confusion in mine.

"I don't expect you to understand what I am about to tell you, son," Dad starts, "but I discovered that I really loved having, and needed to have sex, a lot. It's called `passion'." But your mother didn't want to do it all of the time when I did. He reads something in my expression and adds, "I'm telling you this, Kurt, because I think that you are mature enough now to understand what I'm saying."

I am shocked to hear him say the words `have sex'. I know that I really want to muck around with William almost every day, and even with Karl at night. I'm especially looking forward to playing with Ron again and often wake up wet after dreaming about him and me sleeping together in the bunk house next holidays. Is that the sort of thing that Dad's talking about? Is that what `passion' means? Wanting to do it all of the time?

"The less your mother wanted to do it, the more I needed it. And that was when I found someone else to do it with. And she loved doing it as much as I did. It felt like I was a teenager again. The good thing was, that she told me that she couldn't get pregnant, because of a complication from the birth of her son." He stops and waits to see how I deal with all of that.

I never expected to hear anything like this come out of my father's mouth, or to even imagine the things that he was telling me! I wonder if it's difficult for him, and if it's just easier to get it all out and all over and done with at the one time.

The light bulb comes on in my head.

"Dad, can I ask you something?" I say very cautiously.

"Of course, son," he says. "Anything. I've told you the worst of it all. Are you OK? Do you hate me for what I have done?"

"I love you, Dad," I tell him, plain and simply. He hugs me.

Then I have to say it. "Is that why you spend so much time at Aunt Lilly's place?"

We reach the weir and sit on the log. Dad puts his arm around my shoulders.

"You're a smart boy, Kurt," he tells me. "I actually started being friendly with Aunt Lilly a long time ago. Then, when you and Karl suggested that I help to fix up her house, that gave me a proper excuse to go over there, instead of hiding it. However, your mother was always the smart one, and she could tell what was going on. She told me that she was going to leave me and take you two boys with her to live back to her parents' place. When I said straight out that I wanted you both to stay here with me, she made sure that you and Karl would be able to look after yourselves properly so she stayed until she had taught you to cook and wash and do all of the other things around the house."

We sit without speaking for a long time. The waterfall seems to be louder than usual. I run everything that Dad has told me through my mind. Lots of times. I've learned more in fifteen minutes that I had ever expected, or had even wanted to know. A kookaburra laughs in the tree above us and it brings me out of my trance.

I wonder, seeing that Dad has shared so much of his personal life with me, whether I should tell him about the things in my life.

I promised Ron that I wouldn't say anything, so Dad's not going to hear that bit.

He's told me about him and Mum `mucking around', so would he understand if I talked about William and Karl and me? That wouldn't be fair to William, or Karl. So, I decide to say nothing, but something.

"Dad," I start, very slowly. "I don't really understand a lot of what you have told me, but I am growing up, as you have said a couple of times, and some of it makes sense to me, but most of it is very... confusing."

"I'm sorry son," Dad says. "I really didn't mean to tell you any of this, but, after your questions, it seemed like there would never be a more appropriate opportunity. I hope that I haven't messed up your mind about things."

I'm shocked. I'm confused. I'm relieved. I'm growing up and having these strange feelings. And I have trouble knowing what's wrong and what's right. Like with Ron. If it feels so good, why is it wrong?

"I don't want to hear any more right now," I say to Dad. Then I add, "but can I ask you questions, if I need to?"

"Any time!" he replies, wrapping me in his powerful arms and kissing the top of my head. Then he says, "Come on. Let's see if your brother's up."

I smile, knowing that at least one part of him was `up' earlier. "Race you back!" I say, jumping off the log and heading for the short cut.

I don't know whether I am faster, or if Dad lets me beat him back. He catches up to me at the front door and we go in together. Karl is buttering a piece of toast. When he sees us, he stands with one hand on his hip. "And, where have you two been?" he asks, like a parent interrogating a child who has gone off without permission.

"Looking for eggs," I tell him.

"We don't have any chickens," he shoots back at me.

"Oh, so that's why we couldn't find any eggs," Dad adds, turning to me as if offering an explanation.

Karl looks at us. He can tell from my highly fictional excuse, and Dad's buy-in, plus our combined smirks, that something has been going on. I can see it on his face. He scowls at me.

"It's OK, Karl," Dad tells him. "Kurt will probably fill you in later. Besides, I remembered where the eggs are. In the refrigerator. Sausages or bacon?" he asks.

I go to the bathroom, close the door, pee, and turn the shower on briefly.

Karl comes in, closes the door behind him and takes hold of my balls. "Where did you go with Dad, and what were you doing?"

"Hey! Be gentle," I say, "I'll tell you everything, later."

"You'd better!" he says. "Or it could be very painful." His fingers tighten a little.

"Dad!" I call out loudly. Karl immediately releases his grip.

I continue, "Can I have bacon and two sausages with my eggs today, please?"

I grin at my brother.

I have a hunch. I want to check something. Leaving Karl in the bathroom, I go straight back to our bedroom. Yep. His pyjama pants have a wet patch, at the front, sort of. I replace them exactly as I found them.

As I join Dad in the kitchen, the shower shuts off. Karl emerges.

I smirk at him. He doesn't know why.

Over breakfast Dad doesn't mention anything about what we discussed. He compliments Karl, again, on his Scrabble win and we talk about some of the words that scored us big points.

We notice Mr Grant's car pull up at the pub and see William get out. He starts walking towards our place and Mr Grant continues over to the school.

I see William kick a stick a few times and then pick it up and fling it into the long grass. He doesn't look happy.

Dad notices it too and says, "Maybe I should go over and check on Aunt Lilly, to see if everything's OK." He looks at me and winks. I feel myself blush.

William appears in the doorway. "Come on in," Dad tells him, and asks, "Have you had breakfast?"

"Yes, Mr Andersen. But thank you," William answers.

"Anything wrong?" Dad asks.

"It's Marty." William says.

He comes in and sits on one of the chairs at the dining table, then continues as if anticipating the inevitable questions. "He was bitten by a snake in Big Town yesterday, and Mr Grant saved his life. He's in hospital and he's alive, but only just – Marty not Mr Grant. We thought that he was going to die, but we hope that he's going to be OK. He'll be in there for at least a week. Sean said so. Chad drove out and told us last night."

William sounds confused, and he is obviously upset.

"I hear that you like coffee," Dad says, then asks, "Would you like me to make you one?"

"Thank you, Mr Andersen," he replies. "That would be great."

"I'll get it," Karl says. "I know how he likes it."

As William drinks his coffee, he goes through the story again, more slowly and in more detail. I'm really keen to hear how Mr Grant saved his life. My #2 is now a hero.

"How's your Mum?" Dad asks him.

"Dunno!" is all that William says.

"I'll go over and check that she's all right, if you like," Dad tells him.

"If you like," William echoes rather flatly.

With what I now know about Dad and Aunt Lilly, I could interpret William's lack of appreciation a number of ways. He either doesn't care about his mother or isn't happy about my Dad and his mum `going at it'.

Or maybe he's just depressed about Marty.

"Why don't we go for a swim?" I put to him. "Maybe that will help you feel better. And we can drop in on Mr Grant on the way. Maybe he can tell us more about the snake and how he saved Marty's life."

Dad says, "And then you can fill me in on it all. Later."

In my mind I can almost hear him saying, `Take your time'.

We go to our room. Karl and I put on our white `swimming underpants'. William puts on the spare pair of shorts that he now leaves in Karl's drawer. Of course, we all look at each other's nakedness while we strip off.

It's the first time recently that I haven't seen William's penis excited. Not even a little. Just hanging. Like Dad's does when we see him naked.

I'll bet that Dad's doesn't stay like that when he goes to Aunt Lilly's place, and then it would be more like William's, only thicker. I try not to let my mind conjure up a picture of them `doing it' together, like the two horses that we watched with Ron. Aargh!

"Catch up with you later guys," Dad says as we all head for the door.

"Bye, Dad," Karl and I say together. William adds a polite, `Bye Mr Andersen' and we head over to the school, via the short cut.

Just as I knock on the door Mr Grant calls, "Come in guys." He must have seen, or heard, us coming.

Karl and I say, "Good morning, Mr Grant." I guess William doesn't need to say anything, seeing that he would have `slept with Mr Grant' again last night. LOL.

We sit in front of him on one of the little kids' desks.

Karl launches into his victory over Dad and me at Scrabble. William and I aren't interested in all of his high-scoring words, but Mr Grant listens politely.

I watch Mr Grant's face. I like his smile and his white teeth and his blue eyes. I start to have one of those uncontrollable moments. I'm too scared to look down, but I can feel what's happening. I focus on Mr Grant. He must sense me staring. He looks at my eyes, then at my underpants, then back to my eyes. I put my hands behind me and lean back, giving my willie more room to do its expanding thing.

Apart from concentrating on Karl, Mr Grant keeps glancing at me, both my smile, and my erection. He winks. I wink back.

"Would you like to join us for a swim, Mr Grant?" I ask him as soon as I hear Karl run out of words. Literally.

Mr Grant surprises me with, "Yes, Kurt, I'd like that." He looks directly into my eyes. Is there something that he's not saying? What he would like to say if we were alone? What would he want to do? Hell, Yeah!

My now-very-hard and uncontrollable penis starts something new. Doing push-ups. Shit. What am I going to do if it gets `really excited'?

Mr Grant adds, "But I have a lot that I need to finish here first."

William saves me from potential embarrassment. "Come on guys. Let's go and leave Mr Grant to get on with his work. Then, smirking at Mr Grant, he asks, "Maybe a bit later?"

"Sure," Mr Grant tells him, "I might like to cool off when I've finished here."

We all smile at him and stand to leave. The other two go first. Mr Grant `checks me out'. It's resting but still hard. He looks at my face. I mouth `Mr Grant' and he mouths `Kurt' back at me.

 

We remove our clothes, dive in and muck around upstream, grabbing and `running'. But we become more gentle when we move downstream, behind the waterfall.

When we go back again to the deeper, top side, William picks up Karl on his shoulders and they come towards me, splashing and hollering. When they are close, I duck under the water and swim between William's legs towards the deep part. He lets me through by parting his legs a little. But he doesn't count on me grabbing his balls on the way past. LOL. And Karl comes splashing down.

Uncertain of whether he wants to get even or not, I cautiously let William give me a ride too, when he suggests it. But he has taken it all in good fun, and we attack Karl.

I have to say, "This would be much more fun if we had another horse. Do you think Mr Grant's coming or not? He's been a long time."

"Let's go back and see," William suggests. At that moment we hear a siren and hurriedly clamber our way up the muddy bank. We put our clothes on and have only taken a few steps on the flat when we notice the ambulance."

"That's Sean," William says. "I wonder what he's doing here and talking to Mr Grant. I hope that Marty's OK."

Mr Grant and Sean continue talking until we get a bit closer.

"G'day, William," Sean calls to him.

"G'day Karl and Kurt," Sean continues, "I still can't tell you two guys apart."

Karl says, "Hi Sean, I'm Kurt." I play along with the game that we perfected with Mr Grumpy. "And I'm Karl," I tell him.

William is about to say something and then stops himself when he sees Mr Grant smirk. He's onto our little joke and joins our fun by being silent and winking at us, so that Sean can't see.

Mr Grant says, "Sorry guys. I was just about to come for a swim when Sean arrived and told me that his Mum will have dinner ready for William and me shortly. And, when Mrs O'Brien says, `Dinner', it's time to get moving."

He must see my face drop. He adds, "But, I promise that I'll come swimming with you soon."

"I'll see you at Mum's then," Sean says to William and Mr Grant. He turns to Karl and me. "Bye guys!"

He hops into the ambulance, turns it around and drives off. As he passes the pub, he blasts the siren once more. Some of the people on the verandah are shocked. One even drops his drink. William, Karl and I burst out laughing. Mr Grant joins us.

I stand and pull a pout at Mr Grant.

I really thought that he was going to come over and muck around with me in the weir.

He looks directly at me and says, "Guys, I always keep my promises, and I will come swimming with you."

"When?" I ask, still managing to maintain my pout.

"First chance I get Kurt," he tells me. "You can depend on it. Maybe tomorrow after school."

The pout is put away. "Hell, Yeah!" I let out, and pump the air. Then I whisper to Karl, "Race you home!" and take off to get a good head start on him. Part way across the short cut, I remember my manners and turn. "Good bye Mr Grant. See ya William." Karl dashes straight past me, slapping my backside on the way.

I'm aware that William has begun running behind us but instead of coming to our house he turns and heads for his place.

I'm glad that Dad is already home when we burst in. I wouldn't want William to catch my Dad and his mother `in the middle of anything'.

I head for the refrigerator to get a can of soft drink, and call, "Hi Dad. Was Aunt Lilly OK?" I smirk, knowingly.

He looks at me, perhaps regretting the disclosure of his real purpose in visiting William's mother.

"It's nice of you to ask," he replies, perhaps being polite and evasive in Karl's presence. Then he adds, "She was good today."

The fizz of my lemonade tries to escape through my nose as I cough and splutter at Dad's response.

"You should drink more slowly!" Karl tells me, pulling the ring thing on his own can and taking a small sip.

"And, how was William?" Dad asks and smirks at me.

What? Does he know what Karl and I do with William? How could he know? I didn't tell him. Maybe he's just saying it to get back at me for my question about Aunt Lilly. Then again, maybe he has seen us, or heard us, or maybe he has put 2+1 `growing boys' together, recalling his own youthful experiences.

I try to remove the shocked expression that I feel on my face and reply, "He was good, today" and leave it at that.

He smirks at me. Does he actually know anything? Or is he being a smart arse to test my response?

I didn't think that parents could be that sneaky about prying into their kids' private lives.

I'll just continue to tell him only what I want him to know. And he'll be getting no questions from me about being `excited', or wet pyjamas, either!

Karl joins in, "Yeah, Dad, we had a lot of fun." Which is not helping my cause in this situation! Aargh, Karl. Shut up! Dad smirks again, but probably guessing that I haven't told Karl anything of what he shared with me, he's just toying with my mind.

Hopefully!

The afternoon is spent doing our jobs. After tea, Karl insists on another game of Scrabble, but later regrets it! Another chapter of Treasure Island. A hug from Dad and, as he holds me, he whispers, "Love you, sport!"

I reply, "Love you too, dude!" I meant to say `Dad' but `dude' came out instead.

Dad doesn't mind. In fact, he seems amused by it. He ruffles my hair and kisses me good night. He's much briefer with Karl. Yes!

Dad and I now have a special, secret, connection. Not the same as my secret and connection with Ron. And not the same as the connection which I'm feeling with #2, Mr Grant.

Then it's lights out

I wake up wet, but not a lot. It was just a really good dream about Mr Grant and me.

 

Monday. D-day. Mr Grant-in-the-weir day. Horse-and-rider day. Him-and-me day. Fun day. Exciting day; maybe.

I've found it hard to concentrate this morning. I'm sure I'm not imagining it, but Mr Grant keeps looking at me. Maybe because I keep checking him out, and he can sense it.

Lunchtime. It's a hot day and Mr Grant is sitting in the shade, on one of the benches, watching us kids play. I need to find out if he's going to keep his promise. I go and sit next to him, pretending that I'm puffed out from running around and kicking the ball.

"It sure is hot today, Isn't it, Mr Grant?" I say, without looking at him directly.

"It sure is, Kurt," I hear him tell me. It's only when he says, "It's even hot enough to go for a swim in the weir after school, don't you think?" that I look at his face. He's smiling.

"Did you bring your swimming togs, Mr Grant?" I ask.

I hope that he says, `no' and then the four of us can all swim naked.

"No, I didn't bring anything special," he tells me.

I think that he purposely didn't bring and swimming trunks. He wants to get naked with me too. I feel an uncontrollable moment starting to happen.

But he adds, "I figure that what I was wearing last time should be OK. Don't you?"

So, he wants me to feel him in his underwear again? I'm getting uncomfortably hard, because it's all scrunched up in my tight underpants. "That'll be fine!" I tell him, smiling, sounding as though he was asking my permission. I bounce up to re-join the game and jiggle my cock to a more comfortable position on the way.

 

After school, I can't wait to go home and `change', then go for a swim and `muck around' with Mr Grant. I want to see him in his underwear, and get to feel his `stuff' again, as William sometimes calls everything.

We are about to go back over to the school to let Mr Grant know that we're ready, but Mr O'Brien's Land Rover is still there. We hang about inside until we see him leave with Jane and Jake.

When they are out of sight, we walk across the track, up the step and along the verandah. I knock and Mr Grant invites us in.

"Are you coming now, Mr Grant?" I ask, trying not to sound too excited.

"Yes, I'm almost ready," he replies. "I just need to get out of my `school clothes' and I'll be over. You can all go on ahead and I won't be too far behind you."

William and Karl take off towards the weir. I stay behind. "It's OK, Mr Grant," I tell him. "I'll walk across with you."

I stand and watch Mr Grant take off his shoes and socks, his shirt and his trousers. I know that I'm staring, and so does he. I see the clear outline of his `stuff' in his skin-tight black underpants and he can see my erection which is so hard that it almost hurts.

We walk together towards the weir and I tell him how much better it will be to play with two horses and two riders.

Karl's underpants and William's shorts are on the log. I take mine off too. I turn directly towards Mr Grant who is only a couple of steps behind me, and make sure that he can see how excited I am. Then I turn and dive into the weir, surfacing next to William and Karl.

We stand and wait to see what Mr Grant will do. Will he take off his underpants? It looks like he's starting to become excited too.

However, he just wades into the water, still with his underpants on. I'm a bit disappointed. But at least he's here!

William, Karl and I all splash him and jump on him and wrestle him. Now's my chance. I submerge, find his knee and run my hand up in the inside of his leg, until I reach his cock and balls. I have a good feel of everything, give his nice cock a gentle squeeze and then swim away from him under water.

I pop my head up far enough away from him so that he may not know it was me. But I can't see him. He's gone. I swim back to join William and Karl.

"Where is he?" I ask. They don't know where he went. They said he just dived under and hasn't come up yet.

We all start to become worried. He has been under for so long. Then William spots him. I breathe a heavy sigh. I was scared that something might have happened to him. My Dad warned me about swimming too far up the river from the weir in case I got trapped in a fallen tree under the water.

"Hey, Mr Grant," William calls to him. "Come back and wrestle with us. Two-on-two should be fair, and great fun."

William disappears and comes up with Karl on his shoulders.

I wave to Mr Grant to come back. He can pick me up. I can be the rider and he will be my horse.

He smiles, swims towards me then dives under. I turn my back to him and feel him open my legs and put his head between them. His hair brushes my balls. He stands up and my rock-hard erection is poking out behind the back of his neck. He doesn't seem to mind. He takes hold of my thighs while I tuck my feet behind his back.

William wades over to us and tells Mr Grant the rules. "Only the riders can wrestle. The horses just have to balance and not fall over. The horse and rider that fall over, lose. Losers have to let the winners grab them. The horse gets to grab the horse and the rider grabs the rider. OK?"

I wonder how William and Mr Grant will feel about one of them grabbing the other one. It's nothing new for Karl and me.

Our `horses', Mr Grant and William, get me and Karl really close to each other. I try to push him over. He grabs my arm and tries to pull Mr Grant and me off balance. It's a real wrestling match.

Then, I don't know what Mr Grant does but he suddenly moves towards William then Karl goes flying backwards into the water. I win! Mr Grant and I win!

Mr Grant lowers me off his shoulders and I head for Karl as he comes back into the shallower water. I grab him, but gently. He has a long, get-even memory!

I watch Mr Grant head for William who just stands, smiling, and waits for him. It looks like Mr Grant's having a long and playful feel of William's erection. I wonder what William must think. What is Mr Grant thinking? I wish it was mine he was playing with, like Ron did.

I know!

"Swap horses!" I call out. "And the two winners this time will get to grab both of the losers; the horse and the rider."

So, I've got it all worked out.

If William and I lose, then Mr Grant will be able to play with my cock and balls. But I'll get to play with his if we win. Hell, Yeah! I don't care either way, win or lose!

I wonder what Mr Grant is thinking. Does he want to play with mine, or does he want me to play with his? I know that he wants to do this, because I dream about it at night. He probably does too, because he keeps mouthing my name.

However, Mr Grant has a serious look on his face. He says, "Boys, as your teacher, I'm not really comfortable with where this seems to be going, but I did promise to muck around with you. I'll go through with this only if you swear to me that nobody will ever hear about it. Otherwise, I'd better get out and get dressed now."

Oh, no! It's taken all this time to get him here. I don't want him to get out now, just when I was going to have my birthday wish with #2 come true.

William, Karl and I whisper what we think, and smile at each other, then at Mr Grant.

"We agree," we all say together. "A secret just between the four of us. Cross our hearts and hope to die!"

William and I are ready. Karl is ready. But Mr Grant looks as though he is thinking. What? To win or to lose? What does he want? Suddenly he shouts "Game on!"

I take that as the starting gun and I urge my horse onwards, "Charge! Yee-haa!" William doesn't wait, even for a second. He heads straight at Karl and Mr Grant, to knock them over. Mr Grant steps to one side, and Karl gives me a shove as we go past them. For a moment I thought that we were gonners, But William recovers well!

We get close enough for some real hand-to-hand combat. Pirates against the invaders! The crooks against the sheriff's men! Karl and I grapple, and push, and pull at each other.

William takes a few steps backwards, preparing for a final charge. "I'll walk straight into them," he whispers to me. "Just give Karl one massive shove."

William takes the first step, but Mr Grant submerges up to his neck. This is going to be easier than I thought. As William takes a second step, Mr Grant springs upwards into my horse's chest, then advances on William like we were going to do to them.

I'm falling backwards. "C'mon horsie!" I yell at William, but he can't recover this time.

As I am about to hit the water, I hear Karl yell to Mr Grant, "Yee-haa! Good boy, horsie!"

We are the losers! Mr Grant gets to play with my cock and balls! Hell, Yeah! Finally!

As I surface, I hear Mr Grant say to Karl, "Hey, cowboy. That wasn't in the rules!" Karl has a huge smirk on his face. What happened as Karl got off Mr Grant's shoulders and while I was under the water? Did he do something to Mr Grant? He'd better tell me tonight or he's gonna get scrunched!

Mr Grant calls out, "Come on! Let's get them!" He heads straight for William and Karl pounces on me. Karl has a fiddle with my `stuff' as he has done lots of times before, but I'm more interested in seeing what Mr Grant is gonna do to William. William and Mr Grant face each other, and I can see Mr Grant's arm moving in between William's legs. William has a huge grin on his face. He is really enjoying letting our teacher `mess' with him. I'm jealous! I want my turn.

This time it's Mr Grant who calls, "Swap!" and Karl heads for William.

Mr Grant looks rather reluctant to claim his prize, so when he comes close, I turn around and back into him. I want him to hold me like Ron did. I back right into his body and I can tell that he is rock hard too. I wiggle around to get a good feel of him against my backside.

Mr Grant puts one arm around my chest to hold me. Like Ron. Then he uses his other hand to rub my chest, and stomach and he finally reaches my erection. He wraps his hand around it and rubs it. It starts doing push-ups in Mr Grant's hand and I feel Mr Grant's penis doing the same against me. Not quite like Ron, but I love the feel of it. He puts his hand down further and fully covers my balls.

He holds me tightly against his body and says with his mouth close to my ear, "Nice game, Kurt. Well played!" He continues to squeeze my erection and work it up and down a few times. Then he lets me go and swims away.

He wants me! I know he does! I can tell! My birthday wish is actually coming true. I can't wait until the next time.

Wow! I'll bet that I'm gonna have wet pyjama pants tomorrow morning!

Mr Grant tells William that he needs to get home to do something urgently. He and William thank both of us for inviting them to have fun with them, then they climb out, William first.

As Mr Grant reaches the top of the bank, he turns and points straight at me. `Kurt' he mouths, shaking his head as though he can't believe what we have just done.

`Mr Grant' I mouth back, pointing at him, not with one, but with both arms fully extended. Then I give him two `thumbs up'.

 

(to be continued)

 

The parallel version to this story, is told through the eyes of Tom Grant, the `Schoolie'.
Find it at https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/schoolie

If you'd like a full picture of their lives and thoughts, you should read both concurrently.

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