Date: Tue, 2 Aug 2005 11:11:18 EDT From: Colcalverley@aol.com Subject: The Colonel's Menage Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and of love. This story may contain erotic and/or sexually explicit behaviour between consenting adults and teens, some of whom may be underage. If it is illegal for you to, or you find this sort of work offensive, don't download or read it! The people in this story do not use protection because diseases don't exist here. However, in our world they do so please use caution and protection. This story is protected by copyright. It may not be downloaded or copied other than for your private enjoyment and may not be changed in any way without the expressed written consent of the author. This story may not be put on any pay to view site. THE COLONEL'S MENAGE By 'The Colonel This is a continuing story which I have re-titled as above, but to fully appreciate what is happening here you will need to read the first 33 chapters which you will find under the title of SIMON THE BACKPACKER under GAY MALE / BEGINNINGS. After club on the Thursday evening, when the boys renewed their acquaintance with our friend Horse, I told them to get their bags packed; we were going to the island the following morning. I had telephoned Tony, their father, and the school to let everyone know what was going on. Five minutes later the boys reappeared with a single small holdall. `Will there be enough in there for four days?' I asked. `Well,' said Bill `We are going to be naked for most of the time so we don't need much'. I couldn't fault their reasoning, so I sent them off to bed, telling them that they had a long day in front of them tomorrow. Saturday dawned bright and sunny and the weather forecast was for more of the same. I decided that it would be best for me to take my own car over to the island, especially as the twins would be with me, so I was up and about at around 6 o'clock and went downstairs to put on a pot of coffee and make some breakfast for the three of us. The boys joined me about fifteen minutes later and it was clear from their aroused state that they were so anxious to get started on the journey they had not even taken time out to have their customary morning wrist exercises! After copious amounts of toast and marmalade and two pots of coffee I sent them back upstairs to shower and dress in their customary fashion (shorts, tee-shirt, no underwear and bare feet). I jumped into the guest shower, carrying out my own wrist exercises while in there, then shaved and dressed ready for the journey. I went into Simon and Jason's room and woke them gently, asking them to keep an eye on things at the house and the `cottage' while I was away, then went and got the Jaguar out of the garage. We loaded our few bits of luggage and set off for Lymington and the Isle of Wight ferry. We made good time and arrived at `The Hermitage' at around eleven o'clock. Frank and Edna greeted us at reception and showed us to the cottage they had prepared for our stay. Although the boys were used to being naked around the house with the rest of us they seemed to find it highly amusing and, judging by the bulges in their shorts, arousing to see so many naked people of all ages and both sexes wandering around the site. The cottage was one of the smaller ones with a sitting room and kitchenette downstairs and two bedrooms, each with a double bed upstairs with a combined lavatory and bathroom. It was well equipped and absolutely spotless. Frank and Edna left us to unpack and Edna had a word with the boys telling them that they needn't be naked if they didn't want to be, but if they did opt to strip off, not to worry about their erections, it was all part and parcel of the experience. I could tell that they were both having trouble keeping a straight face and as soon as the door closed behind Edna they burst into uncontrollable laughter, both eventually having to run to the lavatory before they peed themselves. When they reappeared they were naked and soft, having taken care of their hard-ons before unpacking. They told me that they had put their few clothes in the front bedroom and had unpacked for me and put my stuff in the back room. It was fast approaching noon and I had arranged to pick Brian up at 2pm from Mike and Molly's house. I sent the boys out armed with some cash to have a look round the site and get some fish and chips for our lunch from the café on site. When they got back about half an hour later they told me that the site seemed to have pretty well everything we would need and that it was pretty full, and most people seemed to stay around the chalets, cottages and private beach most of the time. I asked whether they had been `talent spotting' and they told me that they had seen some hunky guys of all ages, from 11 to 111. Bill, being bisexual, had also been eyeing up the girls as well!! We ate by the window, watching the world go by and saw our next-door neighbours getting back from the beach, a couple around their late thirties with a daughter of about 15 and a son a couple of years younger who was proudly sporting about half-a-dozen pubic hairs over his 2˝" cock and wanted the whole wide world to see them. When we had finished eating we sat for half-an hour watching television then got dressed to go and meet Brian. I had arranged that he would stay with us for the remainder of our stay, then we could discuss in detail with him my plans for his future and make sure that the twins and he hit it off. We set off at about 1.40 and stopped to buy some flowers for Molly on the way. By now the boys were extremely excited that I actually had to stop at the side of the road for Ben to have a pee. He was more like a five-year old than fifteen! As we approached the house I spotted Brian in the distance walking towards the house from the far end of the road. His steps were positive and there was no hint of suspicion that he might be blind. He even moved his head about as though he could see. We got out of the car and the boys couldn't understand why I did not go straight into the house, but I simply put an arm around each of them and stood them by the front gate. As Brian came close I said `Hello there Brian'. A smile lit up his face and he said `Hi Cousin Bob' and I stepped forward to give him a hug. `I'd like you to meet my two friends, Ben to your left and Bill to your right. Both boys stepped forward and shook him by the hand, then Ben said `Ah, what the hell' and gave him an enormous hug. Bill, not to be outdone, followed suit. `I would never have known you were blind the way you walked down the road, how can you walk with such certainty?' asked Bill `I've lived here for as long as I can remember' said Brian `and I know every crack, every loose paving stone and every drain hole in the area.' I told the boys that Ben `saw' through his fingers and asked them to stand still while he `looked at' them. He went first to Ben and placed his hands on the top of Ben's head, then slowly moved his fingers down his face, then his neck and shoulders. It was evident that Ben was enjoying this because there certainly seemed to be something stirring inside his shorts. Brian then knelt down and ran his hands down to Ben's waist, the sides of his legs to the knees, then down to his ankles. After this he turned his attention to Bill, who was as hard as a rock just watching him `looking at' Ben, but he stood there while Brian carried out his inspection, swallowing hard when he got down to his waist. When Brian had finished, he said `Well, you can certainly justify being called identical twins, but I'll always be able to tell the difference. Oh, and don't worry about the erections, it always happens when I give other kids the once-over.' How did you know? Asked Ben, `you didn't touch either of us there' `No' said Brian, laughing, `But I could tell by the way your shorts were hanging and the amount of heat coming off you'. We went into the house, the twins hiding their bulges as best they could (not easy with no underwear) and Molly greeted us in the hall. The twins gave Molly her flowers and then Brian asked the boys if they wanted to see his room and they went upstairs together. `Are you staying at The Hermitage?' asked Molly. `I thought you probably would so I haven't packed much for Brian as he loves to wander around naked, even here and has done for as long as I can remember. When he was a toddler he would walk around naked all day and not pee, but as soon as you put clothes on him, he wet himself. She laughed, remembering old times affectionately. The boys came downstairs and Molly told them to help themselves to cold drinks from the fridge while she told me that Mr. Makepeace, the solicitor, had briefed them fully on my plans for Brian's future, and that she and Mike intended moving to the mainland when he retired, and asked if they could still see Brian on a regular basis. I told them that of course they could and that our door would always be open to them. She told me that she had not discussed the plans with Brian, but that she had told him that he had nothing to worry about. As the boys wandered back in from the kitchen we said our good-byes and I told Molly that I would drop Brian back on Saturday, probably around mid-day and she said that she would have some lunch ready for us and she would not take no for an answer. We bade her goodbye and climbed into the car, the twins putting Brian between them in the back, and we set of for `The Hermitage' and any adventures that might come our way in the next few days. The Colonel I hope you have enjoyed this, first chapter under the new title of The Colonel's Menage. Please tell your friends if you have, and let me know if you have any suggestions for future storylines. I thrive on feedback (positive or otherwise) so PLEASE keep in touch. You can reach me at Colcalverley@aol.com I will reply to all messages.