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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of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person
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From
Chapter 88:
"Love
you, bro. Can I help you clean up in the kitchen?" Karl asks.
"Hey, nice bulge!" I tell him, and I have a good feel
of his roundness and chunkiness in his new chinos. "And, yes, you MAY help me."
"You want to practise some more, tonight?" he asks,
grinning his cheesy grin, and resting his hand on top of mine.
"Absolutely!" I say. "Like
last night. You were awesome!"
I head for the door.
"How would you feel about Jacko joining us?" he asks.
"Like we used to do with William?"
"That's very funny!" I tell him, turning and
anticipating his goofy grin.
However, his expression has changed. He's actually
serious!
Chapter
89 – Three In The Bed
So many things cross my mind.
First of all, how could we sneak Jacko into Karl's
room? And would we all fit on Karl's bed? And could the three of us be quiet so
that Dad and Helen wouldn't hear us?
Or, could Karl and I make it down to the bunkhouse
without being discovered or missed?
Next, what exactly would three of us do together?
We've come a long way since we sat on Karl's bed and played with William's cock
and balls while he was teaching us to jack off!
Hang on! Stop! What on earth am I thinking?
What can I say so that Karl isn't offended at me not
wanting to share his `playmate' with him? And, just dismissing what he said as
a joke could result in him being even more offended.
"Interesting thought!" I tell him. "And, thanks for asking.
However, I think that's something which we shouldn't start doing, because I can
see that somebody might get hurt."
"What do you mean? How?" he asks.
My brother is not upset, but it's obvious that he
doesn't see the implications.
"Jacko is a lot more gentle
than William!" he reasons with me.
"I don't mean physically hurt," I reply. "One of us
could get upset, or regret it later."
"I don't get it!" he tells me. "Do you regret swapping
places with me and having some fun with Jacko before? I didn't see you upset at
all, then, or afterwards!"
"No. That was to play a joke on Jacko, wasn't it? But,
the three of us together?" I ask. "Whose idea was that? Yours or his?"
"Mine," he replies. "Hey, don't get all uptight about
it! I just thought that you might like to have a bit of fun with all three of
us together."
"I've just come to think of Jacko as `yours', that's
all," I tell him.
"But, don't you think that it would be fun to sneak
down to the bunkhouse, get naked in the shower room, then, in total darkness, I
could surprise him in bed," Karl starts to explain. "Then you could join us.
Or, you could go first."
"It's never totally dark in there," I tell him. "The
moon is too bright."
"Hey, mister-know-everything brother," he says,
looking at me. "Tonight, there's a new moon. No moonlight! Pitch black! Or
haven't you noticed it the last few nights?"
He's right. And, I confess that I'm weakening!
"So, he would never actually see us?" I suggest. "And
know which of us was which?"
"Only feel us!" Karl says, grinning like the Cheshire
Cat in the story of Alice in Wonderland.
"One at a time," I grin.
"Until he suddenly realises that there are two of us
there," Karl answers.
"What do you suppose he'll do?" I ask. "Freak out?"
"What would you do?" my brother puts to me, with that
familiar goofy grin on his face,
"If you suddenly discovered two of Andy in bed with you?"
"That would definitely freak me out!" I reply. "But,
what a fantastic thought. Two of Andy!"
"I reckon that we could do it!" Karl says. "Fun for us
and double fun for him, once he gets over being freaked out!"
"Well, if you don't mind, and he won't mind, then why
would I mind?" I say, forgetting my earlier warning about the consequences, and
I can actually feel Junior `putting his hand up' and voting `yes' for doing it!
"In fact, if I remember correctly," I have to add,
"After I told you both about the goofy faces you two had after you'd been off
horse riding, and probably jerking each other off, Jacko said, and I remember
his exact words: `You could always join us, if you want to'. And, your
expression was to warn me that he was `yours' and that I'd better not get
involved."
"Yeah, I remember!" Karl says. "But things are
different now."
"How?" I ask.
"Well," he starts, "Everybody likes you more than me,
and back then I didn't want him to be another one. I wanted him to like me more
than you. He's a lot of fun. And I like him."
"Hey!" I reply. "That's not true! William has always
liked you more than me. You both used to team up together to beat me at
everything. And who is it that goes over to William's room on Monday and
Wednesday nights at Jintabudjaree? Not me."
"But, William used to jack
you off first all of the time," Karl answers.
"Yes," I tell him. "That was only so that I would go
away and he could spend more time with you!"
The look on Karl's face tells me that maybe he's never
thought of that!
"Well, Ron always liked you instead of me," he says.
"And that's only because you didn't like him first." I
say.
"Well, he tried to drown me," Karl shoots back at me.
"What do you expect?"
"That was in your mind," I tell him. "He was only
being playful. Like you and William and me used to do in the weir. And, did I
complain when you and William tried to drown me?"
"No, we didn't," he says. "We were playing."
"So was Ron!" I say back to him. "And it was you who
kept telling everyone that he was an assassin, and you kept avoiding him. He's
a great guy when you get to know him."
"What about Andy?" Karl asks, obviously sensing that
he is losing the argument.
"Agreed!" I say. "He and I
just clicked when we met at Jintabudjaree that day. And, if you remember
correctly, he came with his mother specifically to see Mr Grant. Not me."
"What about Archie?" he throws in. "He preferred you
when they came out here."
"Because, we were left together," I answer "You were
off playing with Jacko. So, if we ignore Archie, the way I see it, you have
William and Jacko, and I have Andy. Two to one."
"But, William is going away!"
Karl argues.
My reply is simple: "So, do you see Andy anywhere? He
lives with his mother and stepfather in the Gold Coast. I'm going to see him
for just one night when we go to surprise Mum."
There is a pause in the `conversation'.
"Looks like you win! As usual," my brother tells me. However,
his defeated attitude slowly changes, and a broad grin appears on his face.
"So, are we gonna do it?"
We had agreed that Karl should be the one to check for
snoring or regular breathing from Dad and Helen's room before we make a move.
By the blue light of my digital clock, I see him
appear alongside my bed wearing his pj's.
"No need for undies," he says, pulling the tops of his
pants down. Only just visible.
I join him, and put mine back on.
We make sure that both of our bedroom doors are
closed, then creep out of the back door between Karl's room and the bathroom.
It's dark. Black actually.
"Hang on!" I say to him. "I'll get my little torch."
I quickly retrieve it from my second drawer and
re-join my brother.
"Better not have it on all the time!" I tell him.
"Just in case."
I flick it on to point out our direction, then we walk
towards the bunkhouse. I feel my brother's hand slip inside the back of my
pyjama pants.
"Just so we don't get separated and head off in
different directions," he says, as if an excuse is necessary for him to feel my
backside.
Junior is already alert to where we are going and to
our intentions, but the feeling of Karl's hot hand on my glutes wakes him up
properly.
I drop my hand to the front of Karl's pyjamas. Yep.
Thought so! His dick is already stiff in anticipation.
Two more quick flashes of light get us to the
bunkhouse door.
"Did somebody fix the squeaky hinges?" my brother
asks.
I push tentatively. "Apparently!" I tell him.
Our pj's end up on the bench in the shower room, together
with my torch.
"You lead," I whisper. "I'll follow."
"Come on then," he whispers back, and latches onto
Junior.
I feel like a dog on a leash.
Karl takes measured steps and stops near the third
bed. "Sit on the second bed until you want to join us," he whispers in my ear.
"What the fuck?" I hear Jacko exclaim. My brother has
obviously found his way under Jacko's bedclothes.
"Shh!" Karl tells him. "We may not get another chance
before I go to Brisbane. Dad seems to be watching us closer than usual lately.
He's like a wedge-tailed eagle just gliding around looking for its dinner."
"What do you want to do?" Jacko asks. Not in a
whisper, but not loudly either.
Karl answers, "Why don't we suck each other together
`till we're really hard, then I'll lie face-down and you can lay on my back. Then
we can swap and I can lie on you."
I hear them rearrange their bodies then I have to sit
and listen to them slurping each other and humming and moaning their pleasure.
Junior is leaking, so I spread it around! So nice!
Finally, I hear Karl say, "It will be easier if I get
out of bed to turn around.
That's my cue.
I feel Karl take hold of my body and push me towards
the bed.
I lay my head on the pillow then feel Jacko's weight
rest on my back.
"Hey," he comments. "How come your body is suddenly so
cool?"
I think quick and reply, `My arse was hanging out
while we were sucking. That's why!"
Jacko chuckles, "Well, I'll warm it up for you!"
He starts to rock and, with help from his precum, he slides
up and over my glutes, then I feel his long dick slide down between my legs.
His hips lift off my body as he pulls his dick back, then he thrusts it through
again, resting his front on my back. And again, and again.
"Oh, that feels so good," I tell him. And I mean it!
Karl and I love doing this with each other!
Suddenly something happens! I feel his dick head push firmly
against my hole.
Is he going to fuck me? Has he already done that with
my brother? Does he think that I am Karl?
I'm feeling really horny, and if Andy was on my back,
I'd let him do it. But, I've promised Andy that this
is something that only he and I will do together.
"Hey!" I tell Jacko.
"Sorry!" he says. "That was an accident. I know that
you don't want to do that. Maybe one day, if you have done it with your brother
first! I know the rules!"
How does he know that my brother doesn't want to be fucked?
Has he tried doing it with Karl already? Or have they talked about doing it?
My thoughts are interrupted when I feel the weight
increase on my body, and I know that my brother just made it a pile of three,
on top of Jacko.
Jacko freezes. "What's going on?" he exclaims.
"What do you reckon?" I reply, trying not to sound too
much like myself.
"Which one are you?" Jacko asks.
I'm not sure which of us he is talking to, assuming
it's me and he's replying to my question.
However, it's Karl who answers: "If you can't tell,
then we're not going to tell either."
There is no more talking. Just lots of pushing. And
jacking. And sucking. And humming. And heavy breathing. And gasps.
Jacko and me. Karl and me. Jacko and Karl. Then Jacko-and-Karl-and-me!
Jacko gets a lot of attention from both of us. Lots!
Somehow, we end up with me sucking Jacko and Karl
sucking me. and, from what I can hear, Jacko is also sucking Karl. I don't know
how we stay on the bed! It only takes one of us to spurt to set off a chain
reaction. Just as well that I've taught Karl to swallow! And Jacko obviously knows
how as well!
After our breathing slows, I feel and slap Karl twice
on his backside. Our pre-arranged sign!
We both leave Jacko face down on his bed and head for
the shower room.
"No time to get dressed!" I tell my brother.
I feel for my torch and we grab our pj's.
We dash, naked, back towards the house, aided by the
occasional flash from my torch.
We turn the corner and stop dead. The light in the bathroom
alongside the back door is on. Dad or Helen is up! Shit!
"We could just wait here until the light goes out," I
say quietly to Karl. "Plus, another few minutes until their bedroom door is
shut. Hopefully whoever it is will go back to bed and not stay up for a
coffee!"
"Or one of us could go in quietly. Probably you," Karl
replies. "If you are spotted, then you could always say that you just went
outside to take a pee. You happy to go first?"
"I think that you should go first," I tell him. "Then,
if it's OK, you can come to your bedroom window just here and give me a
thumbs-up."
"Why are you always right?" he mutters.
I add, "It's your idea, but don't you think that we
should put our pyjamas on first? There's enough light from the bathroom so that
we have our own on." I swap him my top for his.
"Always right!" he mutters again. "But,
I'm thankful that you are. Love you!"
He hugs me, then creeps inside.
I wait.
Nothing.
What's keeping him?
The bathroom light is still on, so he can't have been
sprung!
Unless Dad and Helen were both up, and only one was in
the bathroom!
I wait.
Then, thankfully, Karl's face appears at his window
and he gives me the all-clear.
Should I go into his room and ask what took him so
long? And talk about what we just did with Jacko? Or should I head straight
back to my own bed?
I close the outside door quietly. And the bedroom
door. "Slide over," I tell my brother.
"Hi mate. How did you sleep?" Dad asks as Jacko joins
us for breakfast.
"OK, I guess," he replies. "Why do you ask?"
"You look a bit like you used to when I saw you with a
hangover," Dad answers him. "You haven't been drinking, have you?"
Jacko looks from Karl to me, with a blank expression
on his face.
"No, Jan. I swear," he tells Dad. "I'm off the stuff
for good. I must have just had a bad dream, that's all."
"Well, by the look of you," Dad answers. "It must have
been a really bad one!"
Turning in his seat to look at Jacko, Karl adds, "Or a
really good one!"
Nobody would have expected my brother to make a
comment like that! Everyone stares at him, and then Dad and Helen both burst
out laughing.
Dad cackles, "Growing up! Too soon!"
If he only knew!
"Sit down, love," Helen tells Jacko, in a motherly
kind of way. "A nice strong coffee and some of Kurt's lamb's fry and bacon will
perk you up."
I see her move to get to her feet and notice that
she's having some difficulty.
"I'll get it for him!" I tell her. "Are you all right? Stay there and take it easy."
"I'm OK," Helen replies. "Just carrying a bit more
weight up front than usual. Twins!"
She rubs her stomach and sits back into her chair.
"Is anything wrong?" Dad asks her. "Perhaps you should
come to Cunnamulla when I drop the boys off tomorrow, and just check in with
the doctor."
"I'll be fine," Helen tells Dad with a smile. "But I
will come with you. Seeing the doctor a fortnight
early won't hurt. I'll ring and make an appointment. It should be fine."
She fishes her phone from her apron pocket and waves
it around, like a kid showing off a new toy.
Karl follows me towards the kitchen. "I'll get the
coffee and put on some toast."
"I'm not helpless," I hear Jacko say. "And I don't
need to be waited on!"
All three of us end up in the kitchen.
"What was all that about last night?" he asks in a
lowered voice.
It's Karl who answers. "Last night? What
are you talking about?"
He and I worked this out when we got back to his room
last night!
"You know. When you two came down to the bunkhouse and
got into bed with me," he says back at Karl.
"In your dreams!" my brother tells him.
"Is that why you look so messed up this morning?" I
ask. "You had one of THOSE dreams!"
"It was no dream!" Jacko says, with his hands on his
hips. "I enjoyed every minute of it, and I reckon that you both did too."
"So, you weren't dreaming?" I ask. "You actually saw
Karl and me in the bunkhouse last night?"
"No," he answers. "I didn't see you. It was too dark."
"Maybe it was the ghost!" Karl replies, then grins.
"It was no ghost!" Jacko says. "There were two hot
bodies in my bed having fun with me." Then he adds, "Actually one of them was
cold."
"Dead people and ghosts have cold bodies," Karl tells
him. "Were you having a bad dream about having fun with a ghost or a dead
person?"
"Very funny!" he replies, pushing the button down on
the toaster.
"So, what exactly did you do with the cold ghost,
sorry... ghosts, in bed, last night, when you couldn't see it, or them, or
anyone?" Karl says, rubbing it in.
While I'm serving up his lamb's fry and bacon, and
Karl is making his coffee, Jacko lists everything that happened.
Junior starts to get excited, being reminded of what
he did and what was done to him.
"Nice dream!" Karl tells him. "Yeah. I'd like to have
one like that! It could get rather messy at the end though. Did yours get
messy?"
"You know damn well that it didn't!" Jacko says,
jumping at the popping toast. "You swallowed it all!"
"I can assure you," Karl tells him, "That I did
nothing of the sort! And that's no lie!"
My brother isn't lying, because he was sucking me when
I spurted, not Jacko.
"We'll take your food and coffee back to the table," I
say to Jacko. "You can bring the toast."
As I leave the kitchen, I glance back over my
shoulder, and I almost feel sorry for the confused state in which we have left
Jacko.
Karl and I grin at each other.
"He's buttering the toast," Karl tells Helen who looks
around us for Jacko.
I watch Jacko's face as he emerges from the kitchen
and walks towards us. I can't tell whether he's angry or confused or
distressed.
Sitting where he can see everyone, he constantly looks
from Karl to me. And squints at us.
"Something wrong with the food?" Dad asks, catching
Jacko's expressions.
"Maybe I added too much pepper!" he replies, lying,
then has a mouthful of coffee.
He pushes his plate away from him, having soaked up
the last bit of gravy with his toast. "There's lots to do today," he announces.
"But I'll do the dishes first. I was last to the table."
I'm feeling sorry for him. "I'll help you," I say. "I
was the second last.
Dad and Helen stare at Karl, who resists their
suggestion of offering help as well. "I'll go and check the bikes," he says
instead. "We may not get another chance before we go to Brisbane."
The words are almost identical to what he told Jacko
last night.
Jacko swings around to look at Karl, who simply
returns a blank, innocent, face.
"Wash or wipe?" I put to Jacko.
"Wash," he replies. "Then I'll be finished first."
For a few moments we work in silence and then Jacko
opens up. "It was such a real dream!" he tells me. "I don't understand!"
"So long as it was a good one, I wouldn't worry," I
tell him.
He finishes first, but I'm not far behind. Wiping up
and putting away has become a real art!
I head for the front door and hear Dad giving Jacko
some final instructions as to what he wants done today, `After you go for a
quick ride with the boys. They have to pack'.
I walk slowly so that Jacko can catch up.
"So, in your dream," I start, "you said that you
started with Karl in your bed and ended up with both of us? Doing all kinds of
stuff?"
"Yes!" is all that he replies, and while scratching
his head he adds, "It was all so real!"
"How do you know that it was Karl?" I ask.
"It was just something that he said," Jacko tells me.
"And it was all so real, and so good!"
I've played with his mind for long enough!
"Yes," I say. "I enjoyed it all too. Just don't try to
fuck me next time, OK?"
I see his relieved expression change to something that
conveys, `Why you pair of scheming little mongrels!' then I take off running
and laughing. I look around. He's gaining on me!
(to be continued)
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