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Kurt
Life in The Village, through the eyes of a student at the remote school.
This is an original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
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 54:
“I did notice Ash touching you a couple of times,” Mr Grant says. “What did you think about him doing that?”
“It was all right. To be honest, I enjoyed it. It was just like playing a game with Karl or William. No problem. Why?”
“I just want you to be careful, Kurt. If anyone says or does anything that you don”t want or don”t like, you should have the courage to say `No” to them, and I”d like you to tell me. Is that OK?”
“Sure, Mr Grant,” I reply, smiling. “But I like Ash, and Marty, and William, and you. Besides, Ash even did a handshake in a very funny way too.”
“Like what?” Mr Grant asks.
I put out my hand and Mr Grant takes it. Then I tickle his palm like Ash did to me.
“Funny, eh?” I say, chuckling.
Chapter 55 � Possibilities
Mr Grant looks surprised. Even shocked. Perhaps worried.
“Ash might just have been mucking around and just being funny,” he tells me. “However, Kurt, for some people, that handshake can have another meaning. I want you to promise me that you won”t do it to anyone else.”
“Sure, Mr Grant, if you say so,” I answer, very concerned. “But what does it mean?”
“You really don”t want to know,” he tells me.
“But I do, Mr Grant,” I say. “If I shouldn”t do it, don”t you think that I should know why not?”
“Well, OK. I think that you are mature enough to understand what I am about to tell you,” Mr Grant says. He takes a deep breath. “If you do that handshake to someone, it is really asking them if they want to have sex with you.”
“Do you mean like just playing with each other and jacking off?” I ask. “Or `going all the way” like Andy and I did once, or sucking each other, like you and I have done sometimes?”
“It could be any of those,” he replies, looking at me seriously. “But usually, it means asking about `going all the way”. So, it”s really something you shouldn”t do to someone that you are not really close to. You could get hurt!”
“Would it be OK if I did it to Andy?” I ask.
“Probably,” Mr Grant replies, “but you should check with him first so that he knows what it means.”
It causes me to think. “Mr Grant, do you reckon that Ash was asking me if I wanted to have sex with him?”
“That”s not for me to say,” he tells me, “but I hope not! I would like to think that he was only mucking around, although I can”t imagine why he did it at all.”
“I suppose, if he just wanted to be friendly, that would have been less obvious than swatting me on my backside, like you do,” I offer a suggestion, grinning at him, “especially since I was totally naked.”
“Let”s assume it was probably that,” Mr Grant tells me. “He was just wanting to be friendly! So don”t worry about it, but remember what I said about not doing it to anyone else.”
“Sure thing, Mr Grant,” I tell him. “I”m glad that I told you about it and not my Dad. Thank you for explaining that stuff to me. House Rule?”
“Of course, Kurt,” he replies. “Just a secret between you and me.”
“That”s one more!” I smile at him. He grins.
“Stand up!” Mr Grant says, smiling.
I look at him strangely, but do what he has said.
Then he swats me on the tail. “Cheeky!” he says, and quickly heads for the door.
I catch him and swat him, harder than he did to me. “Just being friendly,” I tell him.
He turns, grabs me in a hug and ruffles my hair with one hand while his other hand slips down to my `nice glutes”. “Definitely cheeky!” he says. “I know why people want to be friendly with you!”
I enjoy the time alone in bed with my brother. We not only get to have fun and `do” things for each other, but we get to talk as well, in total brotherly privacy.
“Kurt?” he asks, snuggling up his naked body behind me and putting his arm over me. “Are you sure that it”s OK with you if I spend time in bed with William a couple of nights each week, now that he and I can”t go over to our place after school to play?”
“Of course!” I reply. “In fact, it was my idea in the first place. William just agreed with me.”
“What? How come?” he asks. “What benefit is there in that for you?”
“I like to see my brother happy, and I can tell that William makes you happy,” I reply.
That may be absolutely true, but the real benefit for me is getting time to play with Mr Grant.
I pause, then ask, “Does William still make you happy twice each time?”
There is silence, Diyarbakır Escort and then I can”t help myself. I start laughing. More of a giggle, actually.
“How do you know that?” Karl asks, without actually demanding an answer.
“Hey!” I tell him. “This is me, remember? I know what the three of us used to do at our place. Me first (to get me out of the way). Then you. Then William. Then you again.”
“Not always,” Karl says. With him behind me, I can”t tell whether he”s smiling or serious.
“No, not always,” I say. “Sometimes it would be you first, and I would jack William off. Then he would do me (to get me out of the way). Then you again. I”m grinning, even though Karl can”t see it.
“So, how come you never jack me off twice?” he questions, reaching down and giving a softening, but still chunky, Junior a reprimanding squeeze.
“You”ve never asked me!” I tell him. “I could always do you first. Then you could do me. Then you again, if you wanted me to.”
“How did you and Andy do it, when he was here?” Karl asks. “How many times?”
“House Rule!” I reply. “But, if you really want to know, we never jacked each other more than once at night.” I don”t mention about sucking, or the once that we went `all the way”.
There is another silence. Then Karl asks, “So, are you going to do me a second time now?”
I grin because I love the feeling of my brother”s body as it shakes all over before he spurts. Maybe, that”s what William enjoys watching and feeling Karl do too.
I turn over so that Karl and I are face to face and I feel for his dick, which quickly stiffens in anticipation.
Friday afternoon. Dad and Helen will be coming to Jintabudjaree for dinner and then we will go back home to our place, Whispering Gums. To my own, new, bedroom.
Karl and I still haven”t tried out having fun in each other”s bed. But we will this weekend!
As we close up the school and begin to head out to The Beast, I notice that Dad”s ute is parked over at the pub.
I”d like to go in and see what they are doing, but kids aren”t normally allowed into the Public Bar of pubs. However, Dad has told me that it”s OK for us `younger men” to go through to the dining room or accommodation section.
As Mr Grant parks alongside the ute, both Dad and Helen emerge from the side door where we have gone in to dinner a couple of times. Dad is carrying a large, padded bag.
Even before I ask, Dad says, “I arranged with Julie Smith to make us some dinner to have at Jintabudjaree tonight. This special bag will help keep everything hot.
“So, what”s for dinner?” William asks.
Typical of `tubby”, as Marty has named him!
“A surprise,” Helen answers, wagging her finger at him. “Be patient.”
“Mr Grant?” I ask. “Would you mind if I ride in the ute with my Dad and Helen?”
“Of course not, Kurt,” he replies.
William throws in, “Hey, no tasting the dinner before we see it!”
Everyone laughs at him and Mr Grant, nodding to The Beast, tells him and Karl, “Hop in!”
Dad lets Mr Grant lead the way, but avoids driving in his dust after we cross the bridge and turn off onto the track.
“How have you been?” Helen, sitting between me and Dad, asks. “We”ve both missed the pair of you.”
`Pair”? I think to myself. Yes, we are! An identical pair. At least, physically. But I”ve become more aware of our differences in the past year. So have other people. I reckon that Ron was the first, with his `aura” thing.
I fill Helen and Dad in on what I know of what is happening to the pub and the moving of our house to the far end of the track onto the piers that some guys were building.
“Everyone”s going to watch the house being moved,” I add. “And, Mr Grant said that we can all go outside to watch it, and that a lot of people from all around the district will probably come and watch as well. Probably on Monday.”
“Julie Smith mentioned it in the pub,” Dad tells me. “I want to see what they do too.”
“So, what have you two been doing this week?” I ask. Then, for some insane reason, my mouth adds, “Apart from the obvious.”
Dad looks at me, shocked, that I would raise the topic of them having sex, even by way of just hinting.
Helen puts on a dramatic performance of clutching her heart and innocently proclaiming, “Why, Kurt, whatever do you mean?”
“Sorry that I mentioned it,” I tell them. “Let”s all pretend that I”m still a little kid and don”t know anything about the birds and the bees. OK?”
From the driver”s seat, Dad reaches around Helen”s shoulders and ruffles my hair!
End of discussion!
It”s Helen who says, “Well, we made sure that everything was put away where we want it. Your dad did the sheds and I cleaned out the pantry and kitchen cupboards. Then we did the northern workers” hut one day and the southern one the next day. I even rediscovered the wonderful place up the river where we all used Diyarbakır Escort Bayan to swim when I was little.”
“I think that I know the place,” I tell them. “That would be where Karl reckons that Ron tried to drown him.”
I imagine Karl pulling a weird face, if he was here, at just being reminded of Ron”s `assassination” attempt of him.
I grin at the memory of Ron and me in the swimming hole and what we did. Junior remembers too and starts to swell up! I hope that it”s not too obvious!
“And I”ve ordered the gas hot water system for up there, just as you suggested,” Dad says. “Brilliant idea!”
“And your father and I were discussing some possibilities for Whispering Gums,” Helen tells me. “We want to share them with you and Karl after dinner, to see what you think.”
“No hints?” I ask.
“Let”s not get your brother”s nose out of joint,” Dad says, glancing across at me. “We wouldn”t want him to think that he was being left out of important discussions that would affect both of you.”
By the time that I”ve finished wondering what on earth they are up to, apart from the obvious (LOL), we arrive at Jintabudjaree.
Roast beef, gravy and roast vegetables, beans and carrots! Yum. Not quite as hot as straight out of the oven, but hotter than just warm. And fresh bread rolls.
And a fruit pudding for dessert. Like what we have at Christmas.
“I told your dad that I still had thick custard and fresh cream in the fridge, which I bought from Julie Smith yesterday,” Mr Grant says. “That is, unless somebody has had a midnight snack!” He stares at William.
“Hey, I didn”t even know that any custard was there!” he blurts out. It almost sounds like a confession that, if he had known, there might be none left now.
After we all push back our chairs, feeling very full and comfortable, Dad says to William, Karl and me, “Helen, Tom and I are just going to have a chat in the lounge room. Thanks, guys for offering to clean up.”
I don”t care. I was going to offer anyway. William and Karl look stunned.
The adults chuckle to themselves as they leave us.
After the table is cleared, plates scraped and ready for washing, I say to William and my brother, “Do you guys need to check that the bathrooms are clean, upstairs? I can handle things here.”
William looks at me, confused. Karl knows me well enough to cotton on straight away. “Thanks,” he says, and nods in the direction of the door to William.
I start to count under my breath for the `big” guy”s brain to catch up. Three seconds. Not bad, for him! “Yeah, thanks, mate,” he says, and grabs Karl on the backside as they head out of the door for their last bit of touchy-feely stuff together for the next few days.
“How is this arrangement working out for you both? 5 nights at Jintabudjaree and 2 nights at Whispering Gums?” Dad asks on the drive back to Whispering Gums.
“Great!” Karl answers. “No problem.”
I”m not in such a hurry to acknowledge the fun that I”ve had at Jintabudjaree with Mr Grant. “It”s OK, I guess,” I tell them. “Mr Grant and William are fun to be with, and we did get to have breakfast with Marty and Mr Cook, I mean `Ash” as he asked me to call him, on Thursday morning. But it”s not the same as being with you. We”ve always had each other around, Dad. But, then, I suppose it”s all part of growing up, isn”t it? Learning to be separate from you. Like when we went to Ma and Pa”s to see Mum. And I do miss the bedtime stories. Especially Helen”s versions of Goldilocks.”
That lightens the mood and everybody chuckles.
“Let”s see,” Helen says. “We”ve had `Goldilocks and the Pirates, and Goldilocks in Sherwood Forest. What would you like to hear next, and I”ll get to work on it for you? Maybe for next weekend.”
Karl and I are both silent. I”m seriously thinking. I don”t know what”s going on in his head.
After a minute or so Helen suggests, “What about `Goldilocks and the Seven Dwarfs”? Would that be OK for you?”
“Excellent!” I reply. “Thank you. That could be really exciting.”
“Yes,” Karl adds.
“While we are all together,” Dad says, braking to avoid a small mob of kangaroos which bound into his driving lights and continue across the road and off into the darkness, “Helen and I have been discussing some possibilities and we want to find out what you think of them.”
While Dad concentrates on scanning for any more `roos, Helen takes over the discussion, “Through my work with the Council, I”ve become aware of a number of inquiries from families looking to stay on local farms for a week or two and to help out with all of their activities.”
Dad stops the ute and points. “See the 3 pairs of eyes shining at us from the shadows to the right? They”re just as likely to dash across the road, so it”s important to proceed slowly so that they don”t do any damage to the ute. Especially that big buck.”
Karl leans across me, resting Escort Diyarbakır one hand flat across my lap, and peers out of the window. I get the feeling that he is more interested in locating my dick than in seeing a few kangaroos!
In the dark, one pair of eyes, reflecting the ute”s lights, is considerably higher than the other two. A really big one! I”ve seen some in daylight that are much taller than my Dad.
As he resumes his position, Karl takes hold of a waking Junior and gives it a squeeze. He grins at me. It”s obvious that he”s in a frisky mood. Excellent! He won”t be falling asleep tonight.
“They”re unpredictable in the daytime,” Dad tells us, “and downright dangerous at night!”
“What were you saying, Helen, about families wanting to stay on farms and help out?” I ask. “That might be interesting for us, mightn”t it? Would we need to pay them to work?”
“The Council is putting together a website for `Farm Stays” in the district,” Helen tells us. “Farmers can register their properties, with details of what activities people may participate in, and how much the people will need to pay us when they stay.”
“What?” I cough. “People could actually pay to come and stay with us and then help us do work around the property?”
“And the greater the range of activities available for them,” Helen continues, “the more they would expect to pay us.”
“Wow! What would people do at Whispering Gums if they came to stay with us?” I ask.
Dad replies, “Think about it, guys. What have you enjoyed doing when you”ve visited the Camerons?”
“Riding the horses,” Karl replies.
“And the quad bikes,” I add.
“What other things have you done?” Dad asks.
It doesn”t take me long to come up with, “Like, you mean mending fences and cutting mulga wood for the cattle?”
“And shoeing the horses,” Karl says.
Helen adds, “And don”t forget things like brushing the horses, mucking out their stalls, feeding the chooks and gathering eggs.”
I say, looking at my brother, “How about painting the sheds?”
Quickly changing the subject of sheds, Karl says, “And swimming in the summer time,” then adding, “But without murderers trying to drown you!”
“Maybe some city folk could even learn how to gather fire wood and set a good fire,” Dad offers. “Like I taught you guys to do.”
“Or even be taught to cook delicious apple pies!” Helen says, turning and smiling at me.
“Wow!” I say. “And they would pay us?”
“Like staying in a motel,” Helen responds. “They pay for the experiences, not just the accommodation and meals.”
“What do you reckon?” Dad asks. “Could you two guys put up with having other people come and stay for a week or ten days? Most probably during school holidays.”
“You could even make some new friends,” Helen says to us, turning sideways in her seat.
“Maybe even some girlfriends!” Dad adds.
Karl and I turn and look at each other. I know that that”s not going to happen!
“Where would they stay?” Karl asks.
It”s Helen who answers, “Well, there”s the bunkhouse near the main house, which would be convenient for meals. Plus, the two smaller workers” cottages if people want more privacy.”
I immediately think of the privacy that Ron and I enjoyed. “I think that it”s a great idea!” I tell them. “What do we need to do to get started?”
“We need to make a full list of everything that people might do,” Dad replies, “but Helen and I firstly wanted to run the possibility past the two of you to see what you thought!”
“And people are going to pay to do my chores!” Karl chirps.
“Not quite,” Helen corrects him. “They will pay for the experience of doing things WITH you and learning things that are new to them.”
“Like how to paint a shed, WITH you!” I say to Karl, only to have my balls scrunched.
“Let”s make a list over the weekend,” Helen says, “and I”ll get the ball rolling with the Council.”
I listen for silence, to ensure that Dad and Helen have gone to bed, and I”m about to throw off my doona and go to Karl”s room, when he appears, closing my door quietly behind him.
“What”s with the pyjama pants?” I ask, pointing.
“Well, I wouldn”t want Helen to see my dick and my hairs if she was walking around, like going to the toilet, or something,” he says, and quickly lets his PJs drop to the floor, revealing his excited erection.
“OK,” I tell him, patting the bed beside me, “seeing that you”re already way ahead of me, get over here and I”ll do you first.”
(to be continued)
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