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 98:
Dad's pyjamas look
good on Jacko!
Dad leaves his own
top unbuttoned.
Karl has his pyjama
top slung over one shoulder, and I notice Anakin looking at his body.
When I have pulled
up my undies and pj pants, I stroll back out with my top in my hand then slowly
proceed to put it on, after allowing Anakin to `check me out'. Up top, that is.
"OK, Anko," Jacko grins at him, and pointing toward the shower.
"It's all yours."
I soon hear the
water shut off. Anakin was very quick.
After a few
moments, I follow Dad's shocked expression to see Anakin standing in the
doorway, not dressed how I had expected. He walks to his bed, and all our eyes
follow him.
He's got to be
kidding!
Chapter 99 – Mates or Boyfriends?
I didn't know what a girl would look like naked from
the waist up. And, I can still only imagine what one is like from the waist down!
Maybe, based on the women that I know, and Jane at
school, I expected to see more! Instead of `boobs', Anakin has pec muscles!
I can't help staring! Anakin's abs are as good as mine,
and Karl's, and Andy's. Perhaps better.
Do all girls look like this? And, do pec muscles turn
into boobs as girls `mature'? Is that what Helen meant that Dad should talk to
me and my brother about?
But, hey! I really like Anakin's pjs! They're pale
blue with colourful motor bikes and riders in leather clothes, and helmets, all
over them. I'm not surprised!
However, I can't help doing something! My eyes keep
going back and forth from Anakin's abs to his pyjama pants where a penis should
be. Looking at them. Looking for it!
"We're all wearing our tops tonight, Anakin," Dad
tells him, without any extra comment.
I kind of feel responsible for Anakin
strolling out without wearing his pyjama top, because it's what I did, and what
Karl half-did before he pulled his top on properly. Anakin is showing off!
"Yeah, Anko," Jacko says.
"We don't want these two," indicating Karl and me, "being jealous of those abs
of yours!"
Jacko already knows the perfection of Karl's body. He
grins. I do too.
I'm not jealous of what I'm seeing of
Anakin. Just admiring it!
I have a sense that the `boy without a penis'
might copy me a lot this week – like he did at afternoon tea, and did again
just now!
Dad suggests that we sit on the end of our
beds. Then he says, "Why don't we all take turns to share what we like to do? But,
everyone has to agree not to tell the others what anyone here says." He points
in the direction of the main house, meaning Anakin's mother and his sisters.
And, Helen. "It'll all be our secret. Agreed?"
"Agreed!" we all answer.
I love secrets!
"Why don't you go first Jacko?" Dad says,
turning to him.
"That's too easy!" Jacko starts. "What I
like is everything about horses. Making friends with them. Breaking them in. Looking
after them. But, most of all, I like riding them."
"Me next!" Karl tells everyone, raising
his arm and flapping his hand around, like he does at school. "I like beating
Jacko in a horse race!"
"In your dreams!" Jacko responds immediately,
half-turning his body towards my brother.
"Yeah? Wanna bet?" my brother taunts him,
sticking out his chin.
"You're joking, right?" Jacko replies, staring
straight at Karl, then looking towards my Dad.
"Nope. Not joking!" Karl says to him. "Any
time!"
"OK. You're on!" Jacko shoots back at him.
"Just say when!"
I've seen them ride, and they're both
good. But, I think that my brother might have just bitten off more than he can
chew this time. Jacko has years of experience! When did Karl start riding? Wasn't
it less than a year ago, at Whispering Gums, when Ron was here? Or, had he
ridden previously with William and Jake at the O'Brien's place? I don't
remember.
"All right. Calm down!" Dad tells the both
of them. "Why don't we decide this tomorrow? Let me think up what would be a
good race for both of you, and Kurt and Anakin can help me be the judges."
"This should be fun!" I say. "Will there
be a prize for the winner? Or a penalty for the loser?"
Karl and Jacko are staring at each other.
Karl's mouth tightens and he squints, as
if trying to come up with the best prize or penalty ever, at Jacko's expense. Maybe,
having Jacko jerk him off every day for a month. Nah! They are probably close
to doing that together already! Besides, they couldn't tell Dad what their
thought of a prize or penalty was.
Or, more likely, Karl would want Jacko to lick
his dirty boots in front of everyone.
So, what will it be if Karl loses? (That
is, WHEN Karl loses!)
There is a priceless grin of delight on
Anakin's face. I'll bet that he hadn't anticipated this competitive behaviour
from `grown ups' during his farm-stay!
If he can pretend that he's a boy, then I
suppose that Karl can pretend that he's grown up and a champion jockey. I'm
sure that they both believe in themselves!
"Does anybody want to know what I like?" I
ask, interrupting the huffing and puffing from the two horsemen, which settles them
down.
Everyone turns towards me, some perhaps,
anticipating that my answer will include `cooking' and `apple pies'.
I surprise them.
"I like going into Cunnamulla and Big Town
with my Dad and my brother," I start. "And, I love it when we have coffee
and a custard tart together. When Helen comes with us to Cunnamulla, she also goes
to see the doctor or to catch up with some of her friends."
Dad says, "And girls love it when we go to
Big Town." He leans forward, half-whispering, and says slowly, in almost a secret
manner, "The barber told me, that Will told him, that he heard some girls say,
that Karl and Kurt both have cute ar..."
"Stop!" Karl shouts, interrupting him.
"That's a lie!"
"...Arses," Dad finishes the sentence. Then,
he grins at us. Grown-up language shared! LOL.
Jacko turns to Karl and taunts him, very sing-song
fashion, "So, you go into Big Town just to let the girls check out your `cute
arse' do you? Or, is it so that you can check them out?"
Well! Karl can't help himself. He has
never liked people making fun of him, or coming off second-best! Whether it's
in an argument, or playing a game, or in a horse race.
I remember the time, when travelling with
Mr Cameron, we all got out to pee and because Karl, after waking up, started
when we were nearly finished, Dad called to him from the car to `hurry up and stop
playing with it'. Karl was furious!
He jumps up, grabs his pillow, and
attempts to bash Jacko with it.
However, Jacko intercepts the pillow with
one hand, and just grips it, hanging on, much to Karl's annoyance at missing
his target and being unable to wrestle it free.
Even though we haven't heard from Anakin
yet, our guest asks, "Which part of what you said was a lie, Mr Andersen? The
`He said that he said what they said' or was it the ..."
"Cute arses?" Dad grins at him.
Anakin grins back at being included in the
grown-up talk.
"What do you reckon, Anko?"
Jacko asks him.
There is a pause.
Anakin's grin broadens. "Maybe nobody was
lying, and all of it is true!"
That stops us all. Silence!
Has Anakin just told us that he thinks
Karl and I have cute arses? I know that Ron likes my `nice glutes', but he's
never said that in front of anyone except me.
Dad breaks the silence with, "OK. I'm second
last. Let me tell you what I like. I like watching my two `cute' boys turning
into handsome young men. And I like it when we do things together, either working
or having fun."
He directs an open palm towards Anakin, as
if to say, `Your turn!'
I reckon I know what we are going to hear.
About Anakin's love of bikes! Maybe we'll hear about some of his adventures on
one.
Wrong!
He starts quietly. "I used to like doing
things with MY dad too. Apart from riding or working on the bikes, we used to
go hiking in the summer and ice skating or skiing in winter. And I loved it
when dad and I would first have a sauna together, then jump into the icy lake,
then go back into the sauna. It felt amazing but my mother and sister didn't
want to join us."
Dad tells us, "I did that when I was young
too. It's called `sisu'. We used to do it naked."
I shiver at the thought of it! Our
swimming hole is cold enough in winter, without having freezing ice on it!
Anakin nods at my Dad, then continues, "And,
I liked it when we used to exercise together every day in the gym that dad made
for us, next to our sauna. He said that a strong body was a healthy body,
especially for boys and men like me and him." He adds, "That's why I exercise
with my cousin Bjorn, every chance that I get. But, when we're not together, I
go across to the gym and exercise by myself. Every day."
"What exercises do you do?" Jacko asks
him.
Anakin happily answers, "Well, without using
any of the equipment, I can do sit-ups and push-ups and pull-ups and different
planks. And I also like to walk around our town a lot."
Karl asks him, "What do you mean by
`planks'?
Anakin immediately gets onto the floor and
demonstrates three positions, easiest first.
"Wanna try?" he asks, staring at Karl. Then,
looking around with raised eyebrows, and nods, I can tell that he means all of
us. He adds, "The easy one, of course!"
Jacko, Karl and I
get down and balance on our forearms and feet.
"You too, Dad," I grin at him. "Didn't you
just say that you like to do things with us?"
He smiles, shrugs, then joins us.
I begin to feel the strain on my shoulders
and stomach, and think that if I'm hurting, then my brother probably is too,
and I expect him to give up first.
I know that I won't!
I'm surprised when Dad complains, then
stands up.
Jacko is next.
I see that my brother's body is beginning
to tremble.
OK. I know that he is going to push
himself to beat me. So, I let him.
Standing up and rubbing my abs and shoulders,
I say, "Nice exercise, Anakin."
"Aha! I win!" Karl says, then rolls
sideways, resting on his back and rubbing his stomach.
"I didn't know that this was a
competition," Dad announces. "But, if it was, then Anakin is the winner. He
hasn't moved!"
Perhaps my brother had forgotten about
Anakin, glancing at him, still holding his position. I see the letter `F'
form on Karl's mouth. Fortunately, no word comes out! I know what it would have
been if Dad wasn't here!
After we hear Anakin tell us about his
home and school and Bjorn, his favourite cousin, we share about how our family
came to be here and that Whispering Gums is really Helen's.
"Any one like to wrestle?" Anakin asks, suddenly.
I have no idea where that came from! More
physical stuff?
He tells us, "Something else that I like
to do is wrestle with my cousin, Bjorn. Sometimes I win, but usually he wins."
Karl asks, "How do you decide who wins?"
My brother is probably thinking back to
the tangle of bodies when he and I and William used to wrestle at our old
house. Naked. William always won, even when Karl and I teamed up against him. I
feel Junior stir at the memory of that, and what William taught us to do with his
and our erections.
Anakin replies, "The winner is the one who
finishes on top, of course!" Then he looks at my brother, and asks, "So, do you
want to wrestle me?"
I'm stunned! He wants to wrestle Karl
here, in front of everyone, including my Dad? And, he's happy for Karl to get
on top of him, or vice versa?
I remember that Karl's `body' got excited
quickly when we wrestled, so this could be embarrassing! A boy with a stiff
penis wrestling a boy with no penis; actually, a girl!
"Come on!" Anakin continues. He
immediately gets off his bed, walks to the small table, sits down, and puts his
elbow down with his hand up. "I reckon that I can beat you."
"A good, old-fashioned arm wrestle!" my
Dad says
Both Karl and I look uncertain about what
is to occur.
"Haven't I ever taught you two about
arm-wrestling?" Dad asks.
"No!" Karl and I answer together.
My brother looks relieved, and I'm
relieved for him!
I'm not sure how to interpret the grins on
my Dad's face, and Jacko's.
"This should be good!" Jacko adds.
Dad encourages Karl to accept Anakin's
challenge. Then he explains the process and the rules. He finishes with, "And
the one who's hand finishes on top, with the other person's knuckles on the
table, is the winner.
Is that all that Anakin meant by `on top'?
My growing-up mind thought of something else! Like, when Andy and I are
together.
They settle on opposite sides of the
table. Dad gets them ready and then says, "Start!"
My brother tries for a quick win but Anakin
resists, much to Karl's surprise.
Now, with both of their arms pressing
against each other at nearly the same position as when they started, the
expressions on their faces are totally different.
Karl is gritting.
Anakin is grinning.
Multiple times, Karl seems to be winning, however,
not by much. But then, Anakin always manages to return their arms to `vertical'
(Maths).
Then, for the first time, Anakin slowly begins
to push Karl's arm backwards and downwards. Slow motion, right down!
Despite Karl's effort and painful
expression, he is unable to keep his knuckles off the table.
"Winner!" Dad announces.
Anakin stands and extends his hand towards
my brother who shakes it, reluctantly.
"Good show, boys!" Jacko says.
Jacko's use of `boys' brings a huge grin
to Anakin's face.
"Anyone else?" Anakin asks, looking at me,
then at Jacko, and finally at my Dad.
"No thank you," I tell him. "You look too
strong for me."
Anakin fixes his gaze on Jacko.
"Wouldn't be fair, Anko!"
Jacko replies. "You might get hurt."
Anakin's response is to sit back down and to
put his arm into the `start' position.
Jacko can't decline! Karl would never let
him live it down.
"Be gentle on him," Dad says, looking at
Jacko.
However, it's Anakin who replies, "Don't
worry. I will."
We all think that it's very funny. Even
Jacko, until he finds himself straining against Anakin's strong arm.
"Uncle!" Jacko calls after a few minutes.
"What does that mean?" Anakin asks.
"It means he gives in," Dad replies.
Anakin releases Jacko, extends his hand
and says, "I'll accept a draw from you."
They shake.
Anakin looks at my Dad.
"I don't think so, m'boy," Dad tells him.
"You've already proved how good you are!"
"Better luck tomorrow on your horse,
Karl!" Jacko says, standing and taunting my brother.
This time, Karl's aim with his pillow to
Jacko's head, is more successful.
Jacko's retaliation kicks off an all-in
pillow fight!
Great fun!
It ends with four against one. Target: my
Dad.
"Uncle!" he shouts.
We back off, but Karl is determined to have
the last say. Actually, one final hit.
We relax, each in our own bed and, in the
darkness, our men-talk somehow turns to serious matters about good friends and
friendships. Suddenly, Anakin announces, "And, I reckon that I'm gay."
The silence is just as though a sound
switch has been flipped off!
It's Dad, again, who switches the sound
back `on'.
"Why do you think that, Anakin?" Dad's
voice asks, in a quiet father-to-son tone, like he does when he is discussing
something serious with Karl or me.
"Isn't that what it's called when two boys
are boyfriends?" I hear from Anakin.
I instantly think of Andy and me.
Boyfriends. Gay.
I'm uncertain whether Jacko and my brother
could be called `boyfriends', despite everything that they like to do together.
Gay? I think so, but I'm not sure, at least about Jacko, because I've never
heard him talk about girls. Maybe. And, they both have the same goofy look on
their faces when they come back from mucking around down in the stables.
"So, you have a boyfriend, do you?" Karl
asks into the darkness, without having to face Anakin.
"Yes!" he answers immediately. And
cheerfully, by the sound of his voice. "Bjorn and I are boyfriends, and we have
a lot of fun together."
My brain stresses out trying to figure how
a 12-year-old boy without a penis (a girl) and a 16-year-old with a penis could
have fun together, as `boyfriends'. Certainly not like Andy and me!
I don't know what my Dad is thinking.
He says, quietly, "It's normal for two
cousins, or two brothers, to really like each other, and to have fun together.
But that doesn't mean that they are `gay'. That has a different meaning
altogether."
"How?" Anakin asks. He sounds serious.
I have no idea how my Dad will answer this
one. He's never had that discussion with Karl and me. Perhaps he thinks that he
has never needed to.
There is a strange sound. Is that my Dad's
brain thinking? Or my heart beating, fearing that he might connect Andy and me
together as gay. Or is it Karl's and Jacko's breathing?
I'm almost afraid to hear Dad's answer,
but I want to hear it.
Again, the almost-silence is broken when
Dad replies, and not at all how I expected, "You can tell that Mrs Andersen is
going to have a baby, can't you, Anakin."
"Yes," he replies. "She's pregnant."
"And, do you know how women, or girls, and
horses, and sheep, and dogs get pregnant?" Dad asks quietly. "And have babies?"
"Yes, I think so, but not really," Anakin
replies. "My dad and I didn't talk about that before he had his accident. And
Bjorn only makes jokes about it."
I think my Dad might be heading down the
wrong path! But, what would I know about explaining `gay' to a girl who is
living as a boy? I'm not as grown-up as my Dad is!
"Well," Dad continues slowly, "It takes a
male and a female to make a baby." He pauses. "But it's more than that. It's
not just about doing it, like horses or other animals do. With people, it's
about feelings. Men and women have special feelings for one another. How they
want to be together and be really good friends, and hug and kiss, and maybe to
feel like they want to make a baby together."
My Dad seems really hesitant about what he
is saying, and if I'm not totally getting it, then I'll bet that Anakin might
not be too.
I decide to add, "And, a man or a boy can
have his male friends. `Mates', we call them in Australia, Anakin. Close male
friends, but that doesn't mean that their `mates' are their `boyfriends' or
that they are gay. My brother isn't my boyfriend. And, if I had a sister, she
wouldn't be my girlfriend. And, I can be friends with boys and girls at school,
but that doesn't make them my boyfriends of girlfriends, either."
Anakin answers, "So, is it possible that Bjorn
and I are just mates, like you and Karl?"
"That's probably right," Dad answers.
"Having a good mate doesn't mean that you are gay."
I hear a sigh, or many sighs, of relief in
the room.
I think that the discussion is over.
However, as I stare towards the blackness
of the ceiling, Anakin says, "I would really like to be mates with you all this
week."
I'm about to reply, but his mouth beats me
to it. He continues, "Kurt, do you have those special feelings for anyone? Do
you have a girlfriend?"
(to be continued)
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