Kurt
Life in The
Village, and the `coming of age' of a student at its remote school,
through his own eyes.
This is an
original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
Copyright 2013-2023. Robert
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The resemblance
of the characters by action, name, location or description to any real person
is purely coincidental.
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From
Chapter 94:
The weeks fly by!
Horses, bikes, painting, swimming, cutting mulga.
Although we are
all together during the days, mostly, I enjoy being alone with Andy at night.
However, I'll bet that Karl and Jacko haven't just been `dropping off' every
night! Their goofy grins each morning suggest something else!
And, they both
seem so happy that I really don't care what they have been doing, even if they
have discovered `giving themselves to each other completely'! I wonder!
In my mind, I have
been planning the activities to keep the Scandinavians busy and happy.
Chapter 95 – Cock-a-doodle-do!
Mr Grant also said that we could go out to
Jintabudjaree, any day, just to check on the building and the landau
underneath. He told people that I had `the keys' to the homestead, much to
Andy's and my amusement, but to my brother's annoyance, as though I had been hiding
them from him.
Today is one of those days. Our last opportunity
before Andy goes home! While Dad and Helen decide to stay at Whispering Gums,
Jacko agrees to drop Andy and me at Jintabudjaree, then he and Karl will go
into Big Town to collect some things that Dad has ordered. They will have lunch
there then pick us up on their way back. Helen has made Andy and me some lunch
to have at the homestead.
Andy lightly touches the front door and it opens. He
and I are the only two who can do that.
As we enter, I feel a cool draught.
But, it isn't the inside air rushing to mingle with
the warmth outside.
It's more of a swirl. Inside.
I'm sure that Mr Grant wouldn't have left any windows
open and, with the internal doors all appearing to be closed, there can be only
one explanation...
Uncle is here!
And, Andy thinks so, too. I can read his mind!
"Hello?" Andy calls.
It's the tone that you use when you think that
somebody might be here. But, you're not exactly sure if they are, or where they
are.
There is no answer. I suspect that Uncle doesn't
respond to being summoned.
The front door closes behind us, which causes me to
jump.
The door to the `gentlemen's lounge' swings open.
It's Andy and I who are being summoned!
Instead of being ship-scared, I feel a calmness. I
take Andy's hand and lead him into the lounge room.
I guide him to the leather lounges at the far end of
the room. We sit together.
I feel a coolness. Then I hear a voice. His voice.
Uncle's!
"You each have a question," he asks. "They have been
troubling you."
I look at Andy. He nods. Yes, we can both hear it.
If Uncle can read my mind, as I have begun to be able
to do with people, then he will probably already know what my question is, but I
decide to ask it anyway.
"Uncle," I start, with all of the respect that I can
muster. "Why do you not talk to Mr Grant? I'm sure that it was you who made him
the owner of this beautiful property. So, why do you talk to Andy and me and
not to him?"
"Your friend was wise to choose you," I hear from a
soft voice, talking to me. "He is now the chosen one to become Uncle of our
mob, and you are his chosen one, to assist him."
I ask again, "But you gave Jintabudjaree to Mr Grant.
Why don't you talk to him, and reveal to him what you have revealed to Andy and
to me?"
There is a long silence before I hear, almost sadly,
"He could have been the Uncle, but he did not wait for my blessing before he
gave himself to another completely."
I let Uncle's words sink in.
Mr Grant was supposed to wait for Uncle's blessing
before he and William gave up their virginity to each other, and had sex
together! Actually, I'm pretty sure that William was a virgin, but I don't know
about Mr Grant. But, if he wasn't, then Uncle wouldn't have made him the owner
of Jintabudjaree, would he?
Anyway, I already know what Andy's question is going
to be.
He doesn't ask it, but Uncle answers him anyway.
I hear, "On your next birthday! You will be ready."
I feel the cool air swirl again, and then it is gone.
I see a small boomerang on the coffee table in front
of us. Has it been there since we came in? I wasn't aware of it until now. I must
have overlooked it.
I pick it up and instantly understand that it is meant
for Andy.
"This will help you to be ready," I tell him,
extending the boomerang to him on my open palm.
He takes the little object from me, and his breathing
becomes very slow. His body slowly reclines against the back of the lounge. His
eyelids closed. His palms are upturned.
It is just like he is having a dream.
I know whatever he is hearing, or seeing, or feeling, that
it must be important.
I watch, and see various expressions appear on his
face: happiness, satisfaction, surprise, sadness and horror.
I can't begin to guess at what is being revealed to
him, and I certainly don't want to break his concentration!
In the meantime, I am overcome by my own sadness that
he is about to fly home tomorrow. The time with him has passed so quickly!
I think, what better time than today to have one final
alone-time with him?
Doing it in the daytime has a certain excitement about
it.
Now! With nobody else around! Except Uncle. He won't
mind! After all, he was the one who taught Andy how to give himself to me
completely!
Plus, Karl and Jacko won't be here for hours, and they
couldn't get in even if they did come back. Haha. Only Andy and I can open the
front door.
I leave Andy to his dreaming, and silently leave the
room.
For no particular reason, I stroll into the library
and discover, spread on the reading table, plans for Will's art studio and the
stables. The drawings look similar in style to this building. The three
buildings will sit together perfectly.
The stable block has stalls for six horses, and there
is a room attached that looks like a small version of a workers' hut. Sleeping
area, toilet, kitchen and living area. Not big, but suitable for one person who,
I imagine, could look after the horses.
I look back in on Andy. He hasn't moved, apart from a
couple of facial expressions.
I decide to wander upstairs to `our' room and get
things ready.
The door swings open just as I am about to touch the
door handle.
Uncle knows what I'm thinking, and he is obviously OK
with it!
The room looks exactly as it was when I was last here.
I take off all of my clothes and head for the
bathroom. I will shower and prepare myself while Andy is still `occupied'.
I am just about done when I hear, "Kurt. Where are
you?"
I'm tempted to ignore him and let him find me.
However, "Upstairs," I call loudly. "In the shower."
"You didn't wait for me?" he asks, as he enters.
"I didn't know how long you would be," I reply.
"Besides, I'm getting myself ready."
"For what?" he asks, grinning.
I turn my back to him and bend over. Then, I stand up
and laugh at the surprised expression on his face.
I say, "For the next few hours there'll be nobody here
but us." Then I add, "The three of us."
He looks around and then I see realisation on his
face. Him, me and Uncle.
"It's OK," he grins. "I like him. He's family!"
"Well, are you just going to stand there, like that?"
I put to him, indicating with my hand that he is still dressed."
He doesn't bother to go back to the bedroom. His
clothes, removed slowly while he grins at me, end up in a pile on the floor.
He isn't handsome. He's beautiful! And playful.
From his blond hair and blue eyes to his toes, he is
beautiful. His body has no marks, except for the lines left by the sun while he
would have been wearing his Speedos, where the natural skin colour of his
glutes and his tan meet.
His penis, like mine, isn't nearly as long as
William's and Mr Grant's and Marty's and Jake's, but it's perfect! Just a bit
longer than mine, but not as thick. I imagine his round balls resting
comfortably on the palm of my hand, and his hairs tickling my nose when I take
all of him into my mouth.
Junior stretches. So does Andy's. Fully.
He steps in to join me, and we give each other a
slippery hug. And a soapy wash. And my bent-forward body gives itself to him. Completely.
Joined. One.
We pause whenever either of us says that we are
getting close. And we last longer.
Finally, both aching for that final feeling, we agree
for him to `go for it'!
Instead of cumming inside me, he pulls out and pushes
between my legs, under my balls, hugging me tightly. His groans and spurting
sets Junior off as well.
We hold each other for support, as well as for our loving
connection.
"Wait for me on the bed," Andy tells me, "While I
finish cleaning and preparing myself for you. Take some towels. Reckon you can
cum again?"
"I'll certainly last a lot longer now!" I tell him,
cleaning then drying myself. "Plenty of time to rest a while."
We lie together, holding hands, talking. About us.
About him. About him being `Uncle'.
I tickle his palm. And he tickles mine.
He releases my hand and takes hold of a resting
Junior. "I want you now," he whispers.
He sits up and starts to prepare me to enter him.
Junior jerks at the warmth and action of his mouth.
When he is satisfied that Junior is totally stiff, he
turns face-down, inviting me to lay myself on him. He knows how I like to
start!
As Junior pushes down to make contact with his balls,
Andy groans. He loves it when Junior rubs along his perineum. (Another bit of
body vocabulary that I have learned.)
He pushes his hips up and pulls his glutes apart to
show me the target for Junior!
However, "On your back!" I encourage and nudge him. "I
want to watch your face!"
I give him room to turn over, and I kneel between his
legs.
He raises his knees towards his chest. Junior jerks at
the sight.
I guide Junior and rub all of the precum that he is
leaking across Andy's hole.
"Do it!" Andy grins, almost painfully, at the delay.
I push slowly and then pull back. I repeat my action,
venturing a little farther with each push. It's preparing him, but also teasing
him at the same time.
At one of my pushes, Andy thrusts his hips upwards,
and Junior's head pops straight into him, disappearing from my sight. I gasp at
the feeling. So does Andy.
He grins at me and his expression asks, "That was
naughty of me, wasn't it?"
I lower my body, alternating my eyes between my
disappearing dick and Andy's face. Both are exciting.
I pull back and closely observe the re-emergence of
Junior. Then I push back inside. Repeatedly.
Then, at Andy's encouragement, my pace slowly picks
up.
He raises his ankles to my shoulders, then wriggles
his body to drape his knees over them. We couldn't get any closer!
Andy closes his eyes and his head tilts backwards,
highlighting his Adam's apple. He moans with my every push.
I feel myself groaning as well. I close my eyes and
let Junior continue to `do his thing'.
When I open them, Andy is staring at me. "I wanted to
watch your face too!" he tells me.
We take turns of pushing. I push Junior down. Andy
pushes his hips up.
Our increased breathing indicates to each other that
we are getting close.
After some rapid pushing, both at the same time, I
pull right out, grasp his dick and start to jerk it. And he grabs a very
slippery Junior. Our jerking coordinates. I love the feeling, and I am
tempted to look, but I concentrate on Andy's face. We stare into each other's
eyes and the two of us let out loud `Aaarghs' as we both explode, all over him.
I really wanted to focus on his face so that I could
remember his thrill when he isn't here.
He relaxes his legs and I lower my perspiring body onto
him.
We wait for our breathing to slow down, then agree to share
another cleansing shower.
Resting, Andy and I settle onto one of the brown
lounges and eat the lunch that Helen prepared for us.
My phone rings. It's Karl.
<You two ready?> I hear. <Jacko says we're
about 15 minutes away.>
"Yes, we're ready," I reply, and he simply disconnects
his call.
Andy discovered a web site of Australian bird calls
which can be used as ring tones, and he has been showing me how to add a
different one to a particular person.
[Author: Check out `Australian Bird
Calls' on the internet]
I know the perfect ring tone for Karl – a sulphur-crested
cockatoo!
I tell Andy, and he laughs. "And," I add, "I'm going
to somehow get hold of Karl's phone and add a rooster as my ring tone
for when I call him."
"What on earth for?" Andy asks.
I grin. "Can you imagine how Karl will react when I
ring him at five in the morning?"
I can't hold the grin in, and a laugh bursts.
Andy joins me. "I'd sure love to see that!"
"Well," I say, "Why don't I suggest that you, me,
Jacko and Karl all spend the night in the bunkhouse tonight, so that we can
have a big chit-chat before you go home tomorrow. No sex. But there will be a
lot of fun at five in the morning!"
"How do you intend to get his phone?" Andy asks, still
grinning.
"It should be easy, I'll suggest that he and Jacko
shower together before bed," I answer. "And I reckon, knowing them, that it should
give me plenty of time!"
We joke about it some more.
I discover three crowing tones, very similar, and I
mentally select the one which sounds most like our rooster.
I add the magpie's song for Andy. It's
beautiful. It suits him. LOL.
And, even though it might be cruel, I give Jacko the galah.
Perfect match for the cockatoo!
I give Helen the melodious blackbird, Mum gets
the delicate bellbird. I give Mr Grant the kookaburra because he
is always happy and laughing.
And the perfect one for William is the seagull!
I remember the scenes from the movie `Finding Nemo' that I saw with Mum,
Ma and Pa, with the seagulls squawking and fighting over the last scrap of
food. And, also when I actually saw people throwing them hot chips at the
beach. Two suddenly became twenty! Yes, perfect! Hahaha.
We hear a horn blast.
I'll find something appropriate for Dad, Ron and some
other people, later. This is fun!
"Hey!" I begin from the back seat. "How would you guys
feel about the four of us sleeping in the bunkhouse together tonight? Andy's
going home tomorrow, and he's hardly seen you two, except at meals. We could
have our showers, then talk while we played cards, or even just lying in our
beds."
"There's not enough room for the four of us to shower
together!" Karl reminds me.
Andy answers, "Well, you two can go first, and Kurt
and I will shower when you've finished."
Karl and Jacko look at each other.
"Deal!" Karl tells me, turning around.
He sticks out his fist. Andy and I bump it. Jacko
can't. He's driving!
I don't need to search for Karl's phone. It's right on
top of the scrunched clothes on the bed opposite his.
The ringtone for `Kurt' is now `Rooster2' instead of
the `Old Phone' default.
As I suspected, they have given me plenty of time to
do the switch, and I also ensure that his ringer is `on' and that the volume is
set to full.
I call out, "Hey, you two! Leave us some hot water!"
and bang on the shower room door. "The idea of showering together is to save
water, not to drain the tank!"
"Just a minute!" Jacko calls. "We're nearly finished!"
I'm really tempted to peek around the door to see what
it is that they are nearly finished!
When the door finally opens, they probably don't even
notice that Andy and I are standing there naked. They rush past us, with towels
wrapped around their waists.
Now why do they need towels? I can guess! Even
though Andy and I have seen them with erections before!
"We'll be five minutes, max!" I call after them.
Andy and I have had our fun today at Jintabudjaree, so
washing each other is simply pleasurable. I love his smooth skin! Especially
his glutes and his balls.
We spend more time drying each other than we did under
the shower.
"Coming, ready or not!" I call, as if we were playing
hide and seek.
Reclining on their beds, their pyjama pants both have
tents. Don't they ever get enough?
Andy and I stroll past them, hiding nothing.
The card games go on until nearly midnight, with Karl
basking in his successes.
Then, the talking in bed, doesn't continue for long.
Andy and I have had an exhausting day!
My phone's vibration under my pillow tells me that
it's time! It's still mostly dark, with just the faintest glow of dawn. Just
enough light to make out Jacko's and Karl's beds at the other end of the room.
I nudge Andy, who, lying on his side facing me, opens
first one eye and then both.
I hold up my phone. He grins, then turns onto his
back, exposing both ears to the room.
I press Karl's number, then put my phone under the
covers and pretend to be asleep.
<<Cock-a-doodle-do! Cock-a-doodle-do!>>
And it repeats.
"What the fuck?" Karl calls out. "How did that fucking
bird get in here?"
<<Cock-a-doodle-do! Cock-a-doodle-do!>>
Andy and I raise our heads and watch Karl jump out of
bed, cursing and beginning to look for the rooster.
I quickly hang up and the room goes silent. Apart from
Karl!
He looks under a couple of beds and up near the shower
room and in the toilet, then grumbles back into bed. Jacko's bed, this time.
I haven't finished yet!
<<Cock-a-doodle-do! Cock-a-doodle-do!>>
And I hang up.
"That bird is dead meat when I get hold of its scrawny
neck!" Karl shouts and stomps around some more. "Where is it? Jacko, get up and
help me!"
Andy and I are bursting with silent laughter! I have
to pinch my nose and well as tightly cover my mouth!
At that very moment I hear our real rooster crow, outside.
<<Cock-a-doodle-do!>>
"How did it get out?" Karl shouts angrily. "And how
did it get in here in the first place?"
"What's wrong, Karl?" Andy calls to him. "It's only
the rooster!"
Andy's voice is much more controlled than mine would
be. I would laugh which would give away the joke.
Karl will probably want to kill me when he finds out!
But, I'm not confessing just yet. I wonder how many mornings I can keep
the fun going? And, maybe once in the middle of the night. LOL.
"Fucking dead bird!" Karl grumbles. "I'd forgotten
what it was like. It was so peaceful up there in the workers' hut! Was that
rooster actually in here a couple of minutes ago?"
Andy and I put on our `good' clothes for the trip to
Cunnamulla.
Karl and Jacko, last to the table for breakfast, will
be on kitchen duty. Again.
"Helen is coming with us to Cunnamulla so that she can
pop in on the doctor," Dad says to Karl and Jacko. "So, you two will be here by
yourselves. Is that OK?"
"Yes," they both answer, trying to hide their grins.
Dad continues, "So, I'll leave it to you then to clean
out both workers' huts, wash the used linen and replace them with clean ones
from the store room next to the pantry."
There is no need to have to hide their grins now!
They've gone.
At the airport Dad and Helen wish Andy a good trip,
then head to the doctor's, leaving Andy and me to say goodbye in private.
"Thank you for a wonderful month!" Andy says, hugging
me. Especially yesterday at Jintabudjaree. You were wonderful."
"I can't wait to see you again!" I tell him. I'll have
to wait a whole ten weeks, but I have your face from yesterday to remember
you."
"We can always do a video call, you know," he reminds
me. "I'll do it on your birthday, next Tuesday! Pity that I can't be here for
that because I can think of a wonderful gift for you!" He grins.
"I think that I might have already received it," I
grin back. "Yesterday."
Our goodbyes are interrupted by a familiar face.
"Hello again guys. Hi Andy," Dennis smiles. "Ready to
go? Beautiful day for a plane trip. Only one more passenger this flight." He
points to a duplicate of him walking towards us.
"Hello Kurt," Dave grins. "Remember me?"
Junior definitely remembers him! And responds
immediately. The train trip.
Morning. February 14. In my own room.
My phone buzzes and I read <Happy Birthday,
boyfriend! Will you be my Valentine?>
I'm fourteen! On the fourteenth! LOL.
Then I hear the beautiful magpie song. I let it
continue to ring before I answer.
It's a video call, and I am greeted Andy's equally beautiful,
smiling face.
(to be continued)
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