Kurt
Life in The
Village, and his `coming of age', 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)
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From
Chapter 89:
I
walk slowly so that Jacko can catch up.
"So, in your dream," I begin, "you say that you
started with Karl in your bed and ended up with both of us? And doing all kinds
of stuff?"
"Yes," he quietly replies, then adds, while scratching
his head, "It was all so real!"
"How could you tell that it
was Karl?" I ask.
"It was 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. "In
your dream, I enjoyed it all too. Just don't try to fuck me next time, OK?"
Chapter
90 – Giving Ourselves Completely
I
burst into the bike shed, surprising Karl. His head snaps towards me.
"They're all ready!" he tells me.
Jacko arrives, panting. He wasn't fast enough to catch
me! Maybe because I had a head start.
"What's going on?" Karl asks.
I move behind my brother, but hoping that I won't need
protection.
Jacko steps in front of us, points his finger and
says, "You two...! You two...!"
"Us two, what?" Karl demands, raising his chin in an
attitude of defiance.
"He knows!" I whisper in my brother's ear.
"You two..." Jacko continues, his face softening to a
grin, "were terrific last night! What a great surprise!"
There is no longer any point in denying what we did.
"I bet that you don't know which of us was which
though, do you?" Karl taunts him.
"Of course I do," Jacko says.
He points at my brother. "You were the hot body that slid into bed with me
first. Then `cold-arse' here," he says, pointing at me, "swapped with you, then
you climbed on top of me afterwards."
"Did you tell him that?" Karl asks, turning to me and
frowning.
"Not exactly," I say. "But I did remind him of our
rules. He worked out the rest for himself."
"So, exactly why did you need to remind him of `our
rules'?" Karl asks.
"I don't often get the chance to talk to Jacko." I
reply. "So, I just took the opportunity."
A sense of relief appears on Jacko's face. Telling Karl the real reason for my comment might be a bit awkward
and could provoke a lot of unwanted questions, or suggest something!
"True!" he tells my brother.
When Jacko thought that I was Karl, and I thought that
he was going to fuck me, Jacko knew exactly what he was doing because, after
apologising, he said, "...maybe one day..."
So, now, he has disclosed, unwittingly, his future hopes, or intentions, for
him and Karl!
There is a sensitive conversation that I need to have
with my brother about the current and future extent of his relationship with
Jacko! Soon! Hopefully, while we are away.
Yes, that discussion is even more important now! My
brother might be almost as physically mature as Jacko, but I just don't want
him to get hurt!
It was different for Andy and me. Uncle told him how
to prepare himself and me so that we could `give ourselves to each other
completely'. Should I, at least, tell my brother about the preparation? But if
I do, he is bound to ask me how I know, and why I know!
In a way, I truly regret that I won't be the first one
to actually do it with my brother, which would then give him the freedom to do
what Jacko is hoping for. Doing it with Karl, as exciting and wonderful as it
would be, would break my promise to Andy and to Uncle, and I don't know what
the consequences might be. For me, and for Andy at Jintabudjaree.
I know that I'm trying to protect him, but, at some
point, Karl will need to take responsibility for his own decisions. I just want
to make sure that he knows what he's doing!
Nothing happened on our bike ride to `the lookout' and
back. I mean, that we didn't stop for any wanking or sucking. Only for a
necessary pee. A `three-some pee-some'. LOL.
"I'll look after the bikes," Jacko tells us as we ride
them into the shed and line them up. "You guys go and finish getting ready for
your trip tomorrow." Then, opening his arms, he says, "Give me a hug, and have
fun while you're away. And, thanks again for last night. Maybe we could..."
"Don't count on it!" I tell him. "Just make sure that
you look after my brother, and always remember that Dad could be watching whenever
the two of you are together."
Tuesday.
Straight after breakfast this morning, Dad sent Jacko in
the utility to The Village to clean `the new house' and to help Marty and Ash
with anything that they might ask him to do.
Karl seems disappointed that he is not here to wave us
off.
Now that he knows that it's possible to sneak down to
the bunkhouse, I can't help thinking that Karl might possibly have done it by
himself last night! Dangerous! In many ways!
Karl and I do a last-minute check that we have our
presents for Mum and Ma and Pa. And I check my something extra for Andy.
"How are you feeling this morning, Helen,"
I ask, as Dad he guides the Land Rover to avoid most of the bumps and holes.
"I'm fine, thank you, Kurt," she replies.
"With less than three months to go, I'll soon be on fortnightly checks anyway. No
sense in taking any chances though, especially with twins.
I might even stay at our new house occasionally, especially before coming to
see the doctor. The road to Cunnamulla from The Village is a lot smoother than
this short cut from Whispering Gums."
The drive goes rather quickly, mainly through
discussions of exactly how we are going to greet Mum on Christmas morning. Such
as, should we just knock on the door and wait until somebody opens it and shout
`Surprise! Merry Christmas!', or should Mr Grant pretend to be a courier with a
special parcel for Mum, then reveal us?
However, for part of the time, I do a lot
of thinking about Andy and our one night together. Tonight!
Karl is probably thinking about Jacko. I
don't know whether he has even realised that he could be seeing Joey again.
Will it make a difference for the two of them now that Joey has a girlfriend?
Probably. But, possibly not, too.
Our bags aren't large enough to need `checking through'
to be put into the small cargo hold. I'm glad of that because I can keep the
presents with me, so that there are no `accidents'.
I find this whole plane process exciting! Way more than
when we took the bus and the train!
We show our tickets, which are scanned to indicate
that we have turned up, and we are given a `boarding pass' with a seat number.
We are directed to a waiting area. Dad and Helen are
allowed to come too.
They run a metal detector over all of our bodies. Belt
buckles. Phones. Watches. No guns. No knives. LOL. Nothing bad!
Our bags are put onto a conveyor belt which passes
through a scanner. They let us watch and show us how it works. Looking at the
screen, one man points to certain shapes asks us what each
of them is. We tell him, `Christmas presents for our Mum and Ma and Pa.'
We sit, with our bags. Dad gets us a coffee and a
donut,
It's not long before we hear, "Passengers travelling
to the Gold Coast, please proceed now to Boarding Gate A.
We kiss Helen and give Dad a big hug.
"Have a wonderful time," Helen tells us. "We'll be
here to pick you up next week."
"Send me a message when you arrive," Dad tells us.
Karl and I walk through Gate A, where we have to show
our boarding passes. I guess that it's to prove that we are actual passengers
and just not stowaways!
Stowaways? Hmm. I wonder whether anyone actually
stowed away on a pirate ship? I can't imagine why they would, given what I read
in Treasure Island.
We walk from the terminal across the tarmac to the
plane. We climb up a set of steps then turn to look back. I can see Dad and
Helen standing at the window, waving. I wave back.
This is completely different to getting on a bus!
We are met by two stewards. One female and one male.
The female checks our boarding passes for our seat
numbers, then gives them to the male.
The male... I stop and stare as he steps forward.
"Dave?" I ask, recalling our trip to Brisbane on the
train, and especially what happened in the toilet. Junior remembers too!
"Dennis," he replies. "Dave is my twin brother. How do
you know him?"
"We met Dave on the Westlander when we went to
Brisbane," I tell him.
Dennis looks at Karl and me. "Obviously twins, as
well," he comments, leading us to a pair of facing seats.
I say, "Dave didn't tell us that he had an identical
twin!"
"Well, after years of being dressed identically by our
mother, Dave and I got jack of it," Dennis replies. "We were about eleven when
we decided that we'd had enough of looking `cute', and we deliberately did as
many different things as possible. We chose different hairstyles, shirts, shorts
and pants and even took different electives at school. Then he took a job in
rail and I chose aviation. And, I have a girlfriend, and Dave..."
He stops.
I imagine that Dennis was going to say `Dave has a boyfriend',
but he doesn't finish.
I wouldn't have been surprised, given what Dave did with me on the train.
Instead, he says, "Here are your seats. We don't have
a full complement this morning, because this is a special charter flight. Would
you both like a forward-facing seat?"
Karl and I look at each other and nod, and my brother sits
across the aisle from me. This is a small jet, with only eight seats, so there
are only four seats, two facing pairs, on one side of the aisle and the same on
the other.
I look around. There is only one other passenger.
Special charter flight? Did Mr Grant arrange this? I'll bet that he did! What
an amazing Christmas present!
After the doors are secured, Dennis shows us the
safety information and what to do in an emergency.
He looks so much like Dave! Even the roundness in the
front of his trousers seems the same! Except, I got to see a lot more of Dave!
I hear the engines start and the plane begins to move
slowly. I look out of the window and can see figures at the terminal window,
which I think are Dad and Helen. They are waving.
I wave.
The engines scream and our slow-moving plane suddenly
accelerates.
The feeling is incredible! Much quicker than riding our
quad bikes, or when Dad drives fast.
I feel my body being pushed back in the seat. Suddenly the front of the plane
lifts up and I'm tilted back in my seat. Forced back. My stomach feels like it
did in the elevator of the tall building in Brisbane when we visited Mum the
last time.
I look across at Karl. He grins a nervous smile at me.
Is he gritting his teeth?
Then, staring out of the window, I watch the ground abandon
us. This feels amazing!
I don't know why Junior is so excited! I have to
jiggle its chunkiness and make an adjustment so that I'm more comfortable. I
enjoy jiggling other people's chunkiness as well! LOL. A list of names runs
through my mind.
In a little over an hour, we begin descending towards Gold
Coast airport. A bit more than half the time that it usually takes us to drive
from Whispering Gums into The Village! And, way different to the 17 hours
that we took by train to Brisbane, plus the time in the coach!
I can't help thinking that here we are in the Gold
Coast already, while Dad and Helen will have just started driving home.
Incredible!
It's a bit scary watching the ground come back to re-join
us, but the pilot handles it all very smoothly, with only a little bump when
the wheels hit the ground. He puts on the brakes, which is another new
experience. My body wants to keep flying forward, but I'm detained in my seat,
scrunched by the safety belt! Lucky that it's not across my balls!
Wow! The terminal here is way bigger than the one at
Cunnamulla! So many people too! And, as we walk across the tarmac, I can see
five large jets already `parked', bringing passengers, or getting ready to take
off. People everywhere!
It's only when we go through the doors that I see Mr
Grant. He raises his arm, like we do in class to get permission to speak or to ask
a question. He waves. Karl and I wave back.
"Did you enjoy the flight?" he asks, shaking our hands
and giving us a quick hug.
"I nearly peed myself when the plane took off," Karl
grins.
So that's what his teeth-gritting expression was
about!
"Very exciting! Thank you." I tell Mr Grant. "And the
two stewards were very friendly."
"Where's Will?" Karl asks.
I'm aware that Jacko didn't wave him goodbye and
William didn't come to meet him.
I wonder how he's feeling. Disappointed?
"At the beach," Mr Grant replies. "The waves are ideal
this morning for body boarding."
He looks at his watch and tells us, "He shouldn't be too much longer."
During the drive from the airport to Mr Grant's
parents' place, which only takes about ten minutes, we chat about the flight; what
we saw and how we felt. I remember to text Dad.
Everything around us seems so fast and busy. The plane
flight. The terminal. The drive. It's So different to life
at The Village and Big Town! Even Cunnamulla.
As we get out of the car, I hear seagulls and the
waves and I smell the saltiness of the ocean across the road. So much fresher
than the earthy smell of the gurgling water at the weir! However, I do like the
eucalyptus smell of our gum trees at home. All good, but different.
"Oh, hi!" Mr Grant's sister, Amelia, tells us, rushing
out of the door as we are about to go in. She stops, studies Karl and me, then
points. "You're Karl...You're Kurt. Right?"
"That's very good!" I tell her. "Most people can't
tell the difference."
"Easy!" she says, going down the steps two at a time.
Then she waves and says, "Later!"
I wonder whether Mr Grant has told her about Karl's
eyebrow.
I comment, "Is it my imagination or is everyone here in
a hurry? Like at the airport."
Mr Grant laughs. "She's just running late to meet some
friends."
"Hello boys," Mr Grant's mother says as we go in.
"Welcome."
"Thank you for having us, Mrs Grant," I reply.
"You're most welcome," she says. Then adds, "What a
wonderful surprise it is going to be for your mother and grandparents on
Christmas morning!"
Mr Grant's father gets up from reading his paper at
the dining table to shake our hands. He comments, "Welcome. It took me a while
to get used to Thomas and Will looking alike, but having another pair of look-alikes
in the house, true identical twins, is rather amusing!"
"Thomas, dear," we hear Mrs Grant say, "Why don't you
show the boys to the guest room while I make us all a coffee? I'll bet that the
moment I take out the custard tarts, Will will magically
appear! Do you boys like custard tarts?"
"Oh, yes!" Karl says, beating me to a reply. For once.
I add, "Thank you very much."
Mr Grant leads the way up the stairs.
"Thomas?" I dare to ask him at the top of the stairs.
"That's the name they gave me," he replies. "So, I
guess that they're entitled to use it! Everyone else just calls me `Tom',
except Amelia... when she's annoyed at me."
It's strange, for our teacher to be commenting to us
about his first name. Nevertheless,
I think that could never call him anything except `Mr Grant'. Even when we're together
in his bed at Jintabudjaree! Although, I could think up a nickname for him, and
use that! My brain starts working, but doesn't get far! Later!
Opening the guest room door, Mr Grant says, "Mum will be
letting Mrs Thompson know that you have arrived. She and Andy are going to join
us for morning tea. He looks at his watch. "If it was any later, we'd be having
brunch."
"What's brunch?" I ask.
"Half way between breakfast and lunch," Mr Grant tells
me. "Br...unch. More of a meal though than just coffee
and a custard tart. Come down when you are ready." And he leaves Karl and me
together.
"Which side of the bed do you want?" I ask my brother.
He points. "Same as at Jintabudjaree. But, you're not going to be here tonight, are you? You're
staying at Andy's place. So, it doesn't matter, does it?"
There's a sparkle in his eye and a grin on his face.
He knows that Andy and I will be playing together in bed. He just doesn't realise
how much!
I'm tempted to suggest that William could take my
place, but I keep my thoughts to myself! I reckon that William might sneak down
to Karl's bed, anyway, like we sneaked down to Jacko's bed in the bunkhouse!
I sort out what I want to take to Andy's – you know;
pyjamas, toothbrush, etc., and I leave the rest, including the presents, in the
corner of the room. All except Andy's present. Then I re-stash into my bag everything
that I'm taking with me.
"Where are they?" I hear call from downstairs. I know
William's voice!
Karl and I head down.
When we reach the small landing three steps from the
bottom of the stairs, and spot him in the kitchen, I call to him, "Hey! Did you
mean us, or the custard tarts?"
William, Mr Grant and his parents all turn to look at
me.
"You know him well, don't you!" Mrs Grant says to me.
"Yeah. We grew up with him," Karl answers.
"Whenever I make apple or jam tarts, or peanut cookies,
and know that he's coming over,"
I grin, "I need to hide some for later."
"I knew it!" William throws back at me. "I could always
smell them!" Then he adds, "You're joking, right?"
It's Karl who lies, "Of course he's joking!"
The grin on Mr Grant's face tells me he knows that I'm
not!'
"So, you're the cook!" Mrs Grant smiles at me. "I hear
that you also do apple pies."
"And lamb's fry and bacon," William adds.
"Well!" Mrs Grant says. "It's a pity that you're not
staying longer!"
There is silence and everyone slowly turns to look at
Karl.
I announce, "And my brother does the best unburnt
toast at our place!"
Karl doesn't know whether I'm paying him a compliment,
or if I'm making fun of him."
Probably both. He does lay a skilful finger on the
toaster control though! LOL.
Our amusement at William's and Karl's expense is
interrupted by the doorbell, which I expect will be Andy and his mum.
Junior hears it too! Luckily, my shirt is already untucked!
"Enid!" Mrs Grant says, opening the door. "How
wonderful to see you again. And who is this handsome young man behind you?"
I see Andy blush. He's even cuter when he changes
colour! And he IS handsome.
And his shirt is hanging out too. I know what that
means! We are both excited to see each other; we just don't want anyone else to
notice how much.
I recognise Mrs Thompson from when she came to
Jintabudjaree, when I met Andy.
"Hello Mrs Thompson," I tell her. "You're looking
well!"
She replies, "Thank you Kurt. When my friends tell me
that, I think that it's their way of saying that I've put on weight!"
"Well, they must have something wrong with their
eyesight," I tell her.
She turns to Mr Grant's mother. "If I had a daughter,
I'd be marrying her off to this one as soon as he's old enough!"
"And he can cook!" Mrs Grant replies. "Jam tarts, apple
pies, lamb's fry..."
"You forgot the peanut cookies," William adds.
"Should I get some lamb's fry from the butcher for
tomorrow's breakfast, then?" Mrs Thompson asks, jokingly.
"By all means!" I tell her. "It would be my pleasure
to cook some for you!"
I'm not joking, and I think that she suddenly realises
it!
She turns to Andy, "Your stepfather will be pleased."
Then she adds, "We might keep him!"
Andy and I look at each other with `yes please' in our
eyes, but we say nothing.
"This is my room; our room for the night," Andy says,
closing his bedroom door.
It's the first opportunity that we have had to be
alone together, and we waste no time in clinging to each other and feeling how
excited each of us is. Rigid!
"Oh, I've missed you so much," I tell him, and we end
up rolling on his bed.
"Want to get naked?" he asks.
"We'd better leave that until later," I tell him.
"Maybe just a good feel of each other."
"It's OK," he replies. "Mum's gone to the butcher's
and my stepfather is at work."
We no sooner get our pants down when we hear, "Hello!
Where is everyone?"
"Shit!" Andy says. "It's Brian, my stepfather. I
forgot that he was going to finish early today for his Christmas break. Quick!"
We roll off the bed and hurry to do ourselves up. We ensure
that our shirts are out.
We stroll out to the lounge room, as casually as
possible.
I'm greeted by a smiling face and an outstretched
hand. "Hi, I'm Brian," he tells me. "Andy's been looking forward to you coming.
We all have."
"Kurt," I reply to him. "And, thank you for allowing
me to stay the night."
I instantly like Brian. I can't see his aura, but I
can feel his very positive vibes. Not to mention his dark eyes and his curly
brown hair. And he's much younger than I imagine that a stepfather should be.
Kind of like my Dad.
"And he's going to cook breakfast for us all
tomorrow," Andy tells him. "Mum's gone to the butcher's
to buy some lamb's fry and some bacon. We already have eggs."
"Wow. Thank you," Brian replies. "Having someone else
cook breakfast will be a nice Christmas-Eve present for Enid. Where did you
learn to do that?"
"My mum and Helen, my stepmother. But mostly from a
wonderful lady, Mrs Cameron."
I reply.
I realise that it's the first time I've referred to
Helen as my stepmother. Andy has a stepfather and I have a stepmother. And they
are both wonderful people! Not at all like in Cinderella.
"Andy has told us so much about you that I feel I
already know you," Brian says.
I can't imagine Andy telling him TOO much!
"However," Brian continues, "He left out one important
bit."
"What?" Andy asks, saying in words, what I was
thinking.
Brian turns directly to Andy, "You didn't tell me that
he was handsome!"
I put a bunched fist in front of Andy's nose. "Did you
tell Brian that I was ugly?"
It's a joke, and all three of us relax and laugh!
"I can already tell that you are a perfect match for
Andy," Brian replies. "And thank you for all of the help that you gave him when
he was staying with you!"
"Yeah," I respond. "He's not so ugly himself, is he?"
That results in Andy's fist in front of my nose!
"Hey!" Brian tells us, putting one arm over each of
our shoulders. "There's nothing better than one really good friend! I think
that you are both pretty lucky guys!"
He turns to Andy and says, "Have you told Kurt about
your swimming?"
"Not yet," Andy replies. "We only just got here before
you came in. And I didn't want to say anything at Tom's place, or with Mum
listening in. I'll fill him in tonight."
Using those words, Andy glances at me, smirking, and I
sense the double meaning, even if it wasn't intentional!
I thank Mrs Thompson for a wonderful dinner of lamb
cutlets and vegetables, with a simple bowl of ice cream and chocolate topping
for dessert.
I offer to wash up.
"I couldn't possibly let you do that," Brian tells me.
"That's my job. Enid cooks. I wash."
I tell him, "Yeah, that's kind of what we do at home.
The cook doesn't wash up. That's the job of the last two to sit down at the
dinner table!"
And I explain to them how many people we often have
for a meal.
I'm surprised when Brian says, "I'm feeling a bit
tired after today's work – tidying up everything before the holidays. I might
hit the sack early."
He stretches and yawns, then I catch him wink at Mrs
Thompson.
I know what that means! Hey, I'm not a little kid any
more. And he could do with some acting lessons too!
"I suppose that you are tired too," Mrs Thompson says
to me. "How early did you start this morning?"
"At the crow of a very annoying rooster," I reply, "Which
is living on borrowed time!
Andy cuts in, "Yeah, I suppose that we'd better turn
in too. I have so much to tell Kurt. You know, swimming and everything.
At least he didn't say that he was going to fill me
in, again. Like I really want to fill him in!
"And I'd better shower first," Andy tells his mother
and stepfather. Or, I'll still smell like salt water, from this morning. I
didn't feel like having one at the beach. It was so crowded today!"
I don't believe that I hear these words come out of my
own mouth: "My twin brother and I sometimes shower together... to save water. It
can sometimes be scarce where we live."
The look on Andy's face is priceless; one of shock
more than embarrassment! He turns cautiously to his parents for their reaction.
Mrs Thompson says, "Yes, I've been out there.
Remember? I know what it's like and it's important to save water."
Brian says, "We don't have water restrictions at the
moment. But, if you're both comfortable saving water together, why not? Go for
it."
He winks at me. Does he know something? Can he tell?
I like him.
I wink back.
"I didn't think that they would be so open-minded of
you and me showering together," Andy tells me, while the two of us prepare
ourselves, and each other, with soap for `filling in'. "How come you even mentioned
that?"
"I don't know," I tell him, enjoying what his fingers
are doing to me, stretching and relaxing my tight muscles and cleaning in as
deeply as he can. "It just kind of slipped out! At least, now, you know that
they won't be suspicious. We're just conserving water!"
"Well, we'd better not conserve any more water!" Andy
replies. "Or they might become suspicious. We're both fully prepared."
"Right! I'm ready for you to fill me in!" I tell him,
turning off both taps.
We dry ourselves and, wrapped in a towel (in case we
encounter Andy's mum or Brian, but I reckon they are too busy), we walk the few
steps to Andy's room, next door to the bathroom.
With the door closed, the towels are immediately lost.
One onto the floor and one laid onto the bed.
Andy snips the lock on his door handle, then wraps his
arms around me.
"When did you get that?" I ask, pointing. "It wasn't
here last time."
"About a month ago, I mentioned the need for privacy to
Brian. I told him that I didn't want mum to walk in on me if I was naked on a
summer night. He looked at me, smiled and said that he understood, telling me
that he remembers being my age and having things `pop up' at inconvenient
times. He replaced the original door handle with this lockable one the next
day.
"He's a pretty cool guy!" I tell Andy, while, at the
same time, enjoying the feeling of his body pressed against my back, his arms
wrapped around my chest and his dick resting up between my glutes. "When I
blurted out about showering together to save water, he just winked at me. He could
tell that it would be for something other than water conservation!"
"He walked in on me once when I was wanking," Andy replies.
"He apologised for not knocking louder. He didn't make a fuss about it or say
anything bad, and simply told me that he would come back when he reckoned that
I'd be finished."
"How would he know when you were finished?" I ask. "By
listening at your door?"
"I don't know," Andy replies, "Except that he did repeat
that he was my age once. So, I reckon he understood everything. Even why I
wanted to spend the night with you."
"He does NOT!" I say, horrified that Brian might actually
know what we would be doing! "Maybe he would presume that we were just going to
play with each other, and jerk off!"
"Does it matter?" Andy asks, picking up his phone and
pushing some buttons.
The bedside lamp switches on – very faintly, and the main
light goes off.
"Get out!" I say. "How did
you do that?"
"Bit of modern technology," he tells me. "And this..."
Music turns on from somewhere. Soft, sexy music.
"Enough of the new toys," I say. "You gonna fill me in
or what? I've been waiting for this!"
Without letting go of me, he urges me to his bed. We
separate for a brief moment so that we can lay ourselves down. Me, face-down on
the towel; Andy face-down on me. He stretches to get a tube from the drawer
under the lamp and I soon feel something cold and very slippery being rubbed between
my legs and around and into my hole.
"That will make it easier and feel better," he tells
me. "Like your baby oil, only slipperier!"
Andy sits on my backside and begins to massage my
back. As his body moves lower, so do his hands. I feel his knees near my knees
and he massages my glutes. Softly, then firmly. As his hands slide up my back, I
feel him lay his body onto mine.
I absorb the feeling of his full weight on my back,
then the movement of his dick between my glutes. Up and over and back down it
goes. Just a little at first, then longer and more firmly. Andy's moans are
exciting me and I feel Junior throb underneath me.
I feel Andy raise his hips, and he pushes down between
my thighs. He groans as he sinks lower. Just as Ron has done, as Karl has done
and as Archie has done. Even as Jacko did two nights ago. However, this is so
much more thrilling for me. Andy is excited. And I feel it. He is quivering,
enjoying the feeling, without rushing.
And now, I feel his dick do what Jacko's did. It
`discovers' my hole. However, instead of resisting Jacko and getting him to
`back off', my body welcomes Andy.
My body reacts as if it is answering a knock at the
door. Prepared, it opens slightly, then more. Slowly. I wiggle to assist my
friend to `come in'.
Andy pushes slowly, trembling as he enters.
Now, I feel him slide all of the way in. I can feel
his hairs on my glutes.
"Ohhh, yes!" he groans. "Ohhh, Mate!"
He keeps still, except for kissing my neck, which
causes me to shiver.
I feel him pull back, slowly, and then sink into me
again. And again. And again. He starts to push hard against my body when he's
gone as deep as he can go. I feel his pace and intensity increase, then, after
a long groan, he backs right off.
"Don't stop!" I tell him. "Keep going. I want to feel
you filling me up."
"Then turn over," he rasps. "I want to watch your
face."
I manage to turn onto my back, lifting one leg over
Andy's head with him still inside me.
We adjust our bodies until I have both legs resting on his shoulders.
By the dim light of his bed lamp, I look into his
eyes. I see lust. I see gratefulness. I see love.
I smile at him, encouraging him to continue.
He begins again, slowly. However, having already been
`almost there', his pace picks up.
I raise my head and hold my growing-up balls out of the way to watch his dick
disappearing and reappearing. His eyes close and his head tilts back.
His body freezes and his eyes open wide, staring at
me.
I grin and push my hips upwards. That does it! He
explodes inside me, moaning softly with a painful but thrilled expression on
his face. So many times. I lose count.
It feels so good for me too! Not just with Andy's
warmth inside me, but seeing the thrill of extreme satisfaction on his face.
I smile at him and he collapses on top of me, his dick
and his whole body experiencing some `after-shocks'. I wrap my legs around him
and hold him against me. In me.
"Sorry!" he whispers, apologising. "I couldn't stop!"
"I didn't want you to stop!" I tell him, and kiss the
side of his face. "I loved watching you and feeling you enjoy yourself."
"Thank you," he moans back. "But what about you? You
didn't cum yet."
"We have all night," I tell him, grinning.
"I want you to do it now," he replies and, after
taking a breath, smirks, "Then, we still have all night!"
I laugh. I love him.
Separating and cleaning up is a bit messy. So much
spunk! Thank goodness for towels!
"You're still hard!" I say to Andy.
"So are you," he tells me. "Nice!" He rubs Junior who
stiffens to the point of almost hurting.
We quickly set up for Junior to experience the thrill
that he has been waiting for! Andy starts on his hands and knees, and I use the
same lube on him that he used on me, continuing the preparation that we started
in the shower.
I look at his balls hanging down, move in close, hold
his hips and slowly, carefully, gradually, enter him. It doesn't take as long as
Andy took for me to build up speed.
"Oh, this is so good!" I tell him.
"Let me see your face," he replies.
This time, we need to separate so that Andy can lie on
his back. However, with his legs over my shoulders, Junior very quickly resumes
his position inside him.
I begin slowly, even though Junior wants to go faster.
"Don't hold back," Andy says. "Go for it!"
We stare at each other, smiling, and enjoying what
Junior continues enjoying. Going in and out.
"Getting close!" I tell him.
I feel my breathing get faster as the deep-down
feeling begins to look for an escape.
I'm surprised at what happens next. Andy's dick
explodes, leaving a white streak and two blobs on his chest! At the same time,
his hole tries to choke the life out of Junior. It works! The `life' spurts deep
into Andy, over and over.
I wasn't aware that my eyes had closed, until I open
them, and see Andy grinning at me.
All I can say is, "Hey! You came a second time in a
few minutes!"
"Yeah," he replies. "I was so horny! Watching and
feeling you fuck me, and looking at the joy on your face, just set me off
again."
I lay on him. We turn on our sides, facing each other,
kiss, and cuddle each other to sleep, emptied and totally satisfied.
I stir, aware of another hand on Junior. Not mine.
"Can we do it again?" I hear Andy whisper, from behind
me.
I must have turned over onto my other side at some
time. I don't remember.
There are two dicks in this bed that are very much
awake now. Junior in front of me, and Andy's behind me (already pushing and seeking
my hole).
"How do you want me?" I mumble.
"Just stay like this!" he answers, "And relax. Maybe
bend your knees up."
I enjoy every moment and sensation of Andy's dick
finding and entering me.
Andy takes his hand off Junior and wraps that arm across
my chest. He hugs me against him as I feel his hips pick up speed. The feeling,
lying on my side, is different to being face-down or on my back. Just as good,
but different.
"Can you bend your knees any higher?" Andy asks.
I do.
"Ohhh," he groans as his hips continue pumping his
dick deeper inside me, if that's possible!
"This is nice!" I tell him and I relax to enjoy the
feeling of Andy's `longer-than-mine' pushing to tickle my insides, then backing
off. Over and over. And over.
For much longer than last night!
I'm so relaxed, and the feeling is so good that I
think I might be falling asleep.
Suddenly, I feel Andy pull out of me, and I'm fully awake
again.
"What's up?" I mutter.
I feel a towel pushed under my backside, then Andy
grips my body hard and pumps with all the strength he can muster, then shaking
and groaning. I know that he is spurting into the towel and not into me.
When he regains his normal breathing, he tells me,
"Two loads of spunk inside you might have been too much for your body to hold
in. It could have gotten very messy if it dribbled out after you got dressed.
"I think that if I sit on the toilet and do a poo,
most of your spunk should come out with it, shouldn't it?" I ask.
"I don't know," he answers. "I guess so."
Then, without any more talking, he rolls me onto my
back, kneels between my legs and moves to suck on Junior, using his tongue to
give Junior a lot of different thrills.
"We forgot to do this last night," Andy chuckles,
raising his head. "Is this OK for you?"
"Ohhh, yes!" I groan as he sucks Junior right in.
After not too long, I warn him when I'm getting close.
He pays no attention, and I instantly know what he's
going to do, so I relax and let him enjoy himself.
My suddenly-tense body is the only clue to what is
about to happen. Any time now...,
Any time...! NOW!
We settle into a position that I really enjoy with my
brother. Me hugging Andy from behind.
He says, "How I can go on without seeing you again?
Just wanking every night!"
"Why don't you come and stay with us at Whispering
Gums?" I put to him. "We have all the rest of the summer holidays to fill in!"
He chuckles, "Yeah. I love filling you in and feeling
you fill me in."
"I'll ring Dad in the morning and ask him if it's OK
for you to stay," I say, "And you can check with your mother and Brian."
"Hell, yeah!" he answers, reminding me of one of
William's sayings.
"I only have one complaint," I say, then kiss his
neck.
"What?" he replies, and tries to pull away from me. Not
trucking likely!
"You didn't tell me about `swimming'. What's that
about?"
He relaxes. "Oh, yeah. My swimming."
(to be continued)
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