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 10 to 14 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 8:

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'.

Chapter 9 – School Photos

Morning. And I wasn't wrong about the wet pyjama pants!

I remember the dream, even though I think that I was half awake. I was in the water hole with Ron, who had his dick between my legs, pushing it in and out under my balls, while playing with my erection. He said my name, `Kurt' and I turned around to see that it was Mr Grant's face. Then, when he gripped me tight, and shuddered, so did I. Massive push-ups from `Junior' and lots of wet, sticky stuff. I was too tired to get up, so I just turned onto my side and went fully back to sleep.

Now that I'm awake, I feel the urgent need to pee and to deal with my pyjama pants. I get out of bed and head straight for the bathroom. When I go to pee, I become aware of exactly how still-wet and sticky that I am. This is different to usual. I pee. I rinse it away with the shower and I head back to my bedroom.

Karl heads out to where I've just been, and I take the opportunity to quickly change into underpants and school shorts, but first use my pj's to dry myself off properly. The hardest part is my `growing' hair. It doesn't just wipe dry like when I have a shower. I have to rub more than usual. Then I stretch the pyjamas under my bed to dry.

Karl returns. His pants seem to have a wet patch too, but only a small one. "You too?" I ask, pointing.

He laughs, "Is it going to be like this for the rest of our lives? William hasn't said anything about this."

"I'm not asking Dad," I tell him. "You can, if you like."

"Don't think so, bro!" he replies. "We'll work it out!" Then he adds, "But at this rate, we might need more pyjamas. What do you reckon?"

I answer, "Let's just tell Dad that we're growing and might need a bigger pair each." Karl agrees and we bump fists on it.

 

I'm in a happy mood at school. Mr Grant keeps looking at us `big boys'.

Does he think that we might say something to Jake about yesterday? I catch his eye and put my finger to my lips then give him a top-secret thumbs-up, like pirates planning a mutiny. He suddenly seems much more relieved.

He walks around the room a few times during the morning and pats me on the back each time that he passes. It feels like somebody patting their dog and saying, `Good boy'!

I'm enjoying having secrets. There's my Christmas and Birthday wishes, Karl's and my secret name for William, `Little' and his dick, `Big; my accidental grabbing of Mr Grant behind the waterfall; my `gentle' fun with William and Karl; Mr Grant's promise not to say anything to Dad about whatever we talk to him about; my fun with Ron (actually, his fun with me); Dad's talk with me about Mum and him (and Aunt Lilly) and now our secret, amazing horse-and-rider fun with Mr Gant in the weir. All I have to do is remember who knows what.

I think that it will be easier to just keep my mouth shut!

Jake is also in a happy mood. After lunch he tells Karl and me that he's going to ask his dad if he can stay with William while Marty is still in hospital. It was William's idea and Mr Grant is OK with it, if Mr O'Brien agrees.

Karl and I aren't slow in putting two and two together. William and Jake have something going on between them. This isn't like a normal friendly sleep-over. They're too excited for it just to be that. Karl says to William exactly what I was thinking, "So, now you'll be sleeping with Jake as well as Mr Grant, eh?"

William's response is interesting. "Three people; three beds."

He's lying. I can tell. If nothing was going on, he would have made a joke of Karl's question and agreed. But he's being ... what's the word? ... `defensive'. He's hiding something. He may be just `sleeping with' Mr Grant in the same room but I wouldn't mind betting that he's actually going to end up `sleeping with' Jake, in the same bed! Hey! Karl and I do it sometimes!

For the next two days I watch them carefully.

On Wednesday, those two are the pirates hatching a plan.

On Thursday, after their first night together, they are Robin Hood's merry men. Very merry!

Friday is different. When Karl and I arrive at school, Jake is fine. Happy. But William's eyes are red. When I ask if he's OK, I am surprised, almost shocked by his response: "My fucking mother fucking forgot that today was my fucking birthday!" Not shocked by him saying the word – I've uttered it myself – but by how many times he actually uses it in the one breath.

However, today is his birthday. That means party food and his birthday card. And `birthday bumps'. Haha.

I can't do 17 times tables, but the answer is a lot of bumps from all of us kids, and Mr Grant! Some of them are a little stronger than bumps. What's stronger than a bump? A thump? When it came to Jake's, Karl's and my turn, William whispered to us, "Remember, I can always get even, and you know how!"

Protecting the future of my tender testicles, I go easy on him. At the end, he's smiling, but is still not his normal self.

We ask him to come for a `birthday swim' in the weir. I suggest to Mr Grant that he come and join us. I know that riders and horses will be great fun – for all of us. William agrees, but almost reluctantly, to come and play. Mr Grant says, "No thank you, Kurt. Not today."

"Please Mr Grant," I ask five minutes later. "We need another horse."

Again, he thanks me but his answer is the same. Strike two!

I know that he wants to play with me. And he knows that I'm not happy at his answer.

Then - strike three!

This isn't the way that I dreamed it would go. But, then, if #1 isn't in the mood, then I suppose it's OK for #2 as well.

We play with William, but "Big" doesn't turn up today, not even when I swim up behind him and start to be `gentle'. Just lots of swimming and splashing and ducking and a bit of wrestling. It's not long before William thanks us and gets out to go back to Mr Grant's car.

I should ask Dad to let Aunt Lilly know that William was very hurt by her not remembering his birthday.

William has told us that he would rather sleep with Mr Grant than with his mother. That's one nice thought and one disgusting one! But I know that he just means in the same house!

Saturday, we get our new pyjamas in Big Town. Flannelette, with elastic waist band. Perfect for the winter season ahead, and for getting them down and up easily.

On our way home to The Village, we pass Mr Grant's car, travelling a lot slower than us. Dad beeps his horn and we wave at them.

"Does Mr Grant still have `P' plates?" Dad asks when we are past them.

"I don't think so," Karl replies. "I've never seen any on his car before."

"That's strange!" Dad says. "I only caught sight of him briefly as we went past, but it sure looked like him driving."

Now that he mentions it, when I saw them, I wasn't sure whether it was Mr Grant or William. But William can't drive, so it must have been Mr Grant. Maybe he only puts his `P' plates on when he goes into Big Town.

The new pj's are a no-brainer tonight after our bath. Dinner is delicious. So is the dessert that Dad bought in Big Town. Apple pie with custard and cream. We leave half for tomorrow.

We hear that the sword-wielding pirates are on the rampage again, looking for the treasure, before it's lights out.

 

Sunday morning, and the new pyjamas are dry. I'm glad that I didn't mess them up on their first night! I tried really hard not to think about having fun with Mr Grant or Ron as I fell asleep.

After a Sunday sleep-in, breakfast is something new. Bacon and egg on toasted English muffins. It's amazing what Dad can find at the General Store in Big Town!

After we clean up, Dad tells us that Mr Cameron has invited Karl and me out to the property today to go horse riding with him and Dad. It's a long time since we've been on a horse, so I hope I don't get bucked off or end up with a sore backside.

It's a long drive and Dad takes the opportunity to educate his two sons about `girls'. For some reason, with Karl present, I would have been embarrassed if Dad had repeated what he had told me about him and Mum. However, he does go into the `chemistry' between males and females and why guys have erections around attractive girls.

We also get an anatomy lesson on what penises and vaginas are for when it comes to making babies. Thankfully, I don't get hard. I just listen and take it all in, adding to my existing knowledge and visions of horses `mating' that we had shared with Ron.

I think of my fat and hard, uncontrollable penis when I'm near, or thinking of, Mr Grant or Ron, and I'm tempted to find out from Dad if a guy can experience the same sort of `chemistry' with another guy, but I can't find the right words or courage to ask.

When we arrive, Mr Cameron has four horses in a corral with their saddles sitting on the top rails. It's not just a horse ride, but a lesson in saddling up a horse as well. I had often wondered how horses got their saddles on properly. And their bridles and reins.

Saddles secured, Mr Cameron leads us, single file, along one of the tracks that we took when we were riding the quad bikes. Then he and Dad ride alongside each other, talking. Karl and I ride together. Pretty soon we pass the swimming hole and memories come rushing back. Karl and I look at each other, and smile.

He's probably thinking, `this is where that bastard Ron tried to drown me' while I have totally different thoughts. `Junior', down below, is having one of his uncontrollable moments again! He's remembering everything too.

Mr Cameron tries to teach us how to trot and canter. Karl is better at it than I am. All I get for not being able to coordinate the rises and falls properly is a bruised backside, aching balls and a bit of a headache.

I'm grateful when we stop for a walk and to take a pee. I feel really grown up, hanging out and letting go with my brother, my Dad and his boss. Like, it feels... just natural. No looking. Just relief.

We head back for lunch, and Mrs Cameron treats us to a fantastic roast lamb dinner with mint sauce and lots of veggies. I was expecting an apple pie or something for dessert, but I'm very happy with the warm, fresh scones, home-made jam and fresh cream. Yum.

Dad tells Karl and me when he thinks that we've `had quite enough'.

Mrs Cameron tells Dad, "It's OK, Jan, they're growing boys!"

More than she knows. Karl and I look at each other and smirk. But we do make the next scone our last.

 

On the trip home we learn all about condoms.

Do I need to know this stuff? Do I really want to know about this?

At some point I hope that Dad stops the sex education lessons. Perhaps some other time, before I turn ... how old was he? ... sixteen. In the meantime, I just want to have some fun!

 

Monday. Mr Grant announces to everyone that tomorrow, we will have some school photos taken, and that he hopes we will remember to clean our teeth and brush our hair. Oh, and he says that we should wear `something appropriate'.

I'll ask Dad what he means by that.

 

Karl and I choose identical clothes, as Dad suggested, and head over to the school. Mr Grant's car is already here. That means that William should be here too.

I knock. "Come in boys," Mr Grant calls, very happily. When Karl and I go, Mr Grant sees that, apart from Karl's eyebrow, we are truly identical.

Mr Grant whistles at us. Karl puts his arm on my shoulder and we strike a pose.

Alerted by the whistle, William comes across from the Craft Room. He looks at us then stands alongside Mr Grant, copying Karl's pose. Now it's Karl and I who whistle. Stereo.

"Wow!" I say at them.

"OMG," Karl blurts out.

Not only are William and Mr Grant wearing identical clothes, I see that they've both had identical haircuts and William has had a shave. I hadn't noticed that yesterday.

At that moment, Jake and Jane come in. They stop dead and just stare, alternating between Karl and me, and Mr Grant and William.

I think that Jake is about to drop a rude word when he says, "What the..." but he closes his mouth before he finishes. Jane just stares and shakes her head, either in shock or disbelief.

There are `Wows' and `Oohs' and whistles when all of the others see the two pairs of `twins'.

Some of the little kids have trouble telling which one is the real Mr Grant, especially when William imitates his voice and tells them to "Come in children and stand behind your chairs."

As they realise the joke, everyone erupts into laughing and jumping and clapping.

It's a great morning!

At lunch time Mr Grant asks Jane to `hold the fort' while he goes over to the pub to collect Marty O'Brien, who is going to take some of the photos.

When they return, Mr Grant uses his camera/phone to take pictures of each person separately and also family groups; Karl and me; David and Eric; Jane and Jake; Rose-Marie and Susanna.

Then he asks Marty to take group photos of the whole school with Mr Grant in it. He moves us older kids around a bit and takes us in different positions. I like the one where Mr Grant and William are together, with me next to Mr Grant and Karl next to William.

Marty also suggests that he take one of William and Mr Grant together.

Jane also takes one of Mr Grant and Marty.

Before we finish, Mr Grant asks if any friends would like one of them together. He tells everyone that when he is able to print them out, he will give everyone a copy of each photo in which they appear.

I really wanted to ask for one of me and Mr Grant together.

He must have read my mind, but instead of getting somebody to take a separate one, he tells me to watch his camera/phone screen. He takes the group photo with him and me standing beside each other and turns it into a picture of just him and me, cutting everyone else out.

It looks as though there are just the two of us alone together.

I want a copy of this one!

He gives me a friendly swat on the tail as I take off to be with the others.

I look back at him and I mouth, `Mr Grant'. He responds, `Kurt' and smiles.

 

It's Wednesday. Karl and I are early. We beat Mr Grant to school. We take the short cut and reach the front gate just as Mr Grant's car turns into the school street up near the old church. I can see him and William together in the front seats. The car goes past the school towards the weir, does a U-turn, and pulls up near the gate.

I'm surprised when it's Mr Grant who gets out of the passenger's door. I want to ask `how come?' but my mouth just hangs open.

Mr Grant is getting really good at reading my mind. "Ask William," he smiles to me as he passes me and goes to unlock the door.

"How come...?" is all I manage before William has his driver's licence in front of my eyes. And Karl's.

Karl's question is even shorter than mine. "When...?"

"Last Saturday. In Big Town." He adds, "Chad tricked me into thinking that he was doing me a special favour by letting me drive his police car around for a bit. And I thought that he was just having a friendly conversation and asking me if I knew any road rules. All the time he was giving me a driving test. Best practical joke anyone's ever played on me! And Mr Grant was in on it! Pair of sneaky buggers!"

Karl and I look at each other's face, questioning if it's inappropriate to refer to our teacher, his teacher, in that way.

William looks at us and says, "It's OK. I actually said that to his face. He thought my reaction was really funny. Then I hugged him and thanked him.

When I thanked and hugged Chad, he said that he was going to arrest me for assaulting a police officer! We all laughed about it.

When we picked Marty up from the hospital and he saw me driving, he freaked out at me for driving in town.

My second-best laugh of the day was at the look on his face when I showed him my driver's licence. And I got to drive home from Big Town with my `P' plates on Mr Grant's car."

"So, that's why you were going so slowly when we passed you!" Karl tells him.

"Yeah, well, I was going to show you on Sunday, but you guys weren't home," William tells us.

"We went horse riding," Karl replies, which captures William's attention. We know that he loves horses.

"It was out where Dad works, at `Whispering Gums'," I tell him. And the conversation about horses continues as we go into school for the day. `P' plates are forgotten.

 

Soon it's Saturday again and William comes to our place, driving Mr Grant's car. He tells Dad and us all about his `driving test', the questions he was asked, shopping for clothes, getting a haircut like Mr Grant, the barber giving him his first shave and the fun of picking up his cousin, Marty and of his freaked-out reaction.

 

During the week we see a lot of William driving Mr Grant's car.

And there is a lot of us `being gentle' together with him after school. I really love this time!

 

Thursday night over dinner, Dad tells us that on Friday night, tomorrow, he will probably have to stay the night out at `Whispering Gums'. There is a vet coming to assist a previously-troubled mare to give birth, and it would be better if Dad was there to assist. That would mean us being at home by ourselves.

"We can handle that," Karl says. "It's not like we can't cook or shower or get ready for bed by ourselves, you know. We are thirteen now and we're growing up!"

"Yeah, and I can tuck him in and kiss him good night for you," I add, smirking.

Karl gives me the finger. "More likely the other way `round," he snaps back.

Dad smiles at our little exchange then says, "If you like, you could always ask William to come and spend the night with you. It might be good to have someone a little more mature in the house. He could sleep in my bed."

I can feel myself having another uncontrollable moment, thinking about Karl, William and I all naked and mucking around, without worrying about anyone (meaning Dad) coming home to interrupt us.

I look at Karl and say, "Then William can tuck you in and kiss you good night and save me the trouble."

If looks could kill, I'm dead!

"You too, probably," Dad tells me.

Karl laughs, pointing at me, because Dad has turned my joke back on me.

What does Dad mean? Does he know that the three of us muck around? Or is he just helping Karl get even for my dig and preventing the outbreak of a war?

"Then, again, we might both have to tuck HIM in and ..." Karl stops.

"Yeah, well I'm not kissing him good night, thanks," I throw in.

Dad reads us another chapter, tucks us in, kisses us good night and turns out the light. "I don't see a problem," he says. "Good night, boys."

I don't know what he means!

"Where did all that come from?" Karl asks me as I stare at the ceiling in the semi dark. "You started it you know!"

"Yeah. Sorry about that," I tell him apologetically. "I didn't mean anything by saying that William could kiss you."

"It's OK," Karl replies. "Just be careful what you say. All right?"

"Yeah. Got it." I tell him.

I relax and stretch my hand down to do a gentle handshake with `Junior' who rises to the occasion. Not uncontrolled, this time. Growing! I think that I fall asleep before he does.

 

(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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