Date: Wed, 11 May 2005 07:59:34 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 18

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SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 18
By 'The Colonel'



`Please be gentle' Shaun pleaded `don't forget my injuries!' Then he
laughed aloud and climbed in to bed.  I grabbed a handful and fell fast
asleep, covered in semen and not caring in the least.

For once I awoke late and alone.

I clambered out of bed and ran downstairs thinking that everybody would be
relying on me for wake-up calls and breakfasts, but found to my pleasant
surprise that Shaun was in charge in the kitchen and everybody was up and
ready for the off.  `Why didn't you call me?' I asked.

`We decided that as you're always up first and running around after
everybody else we would let you have a lie-in until you were ready.' Said
Bill.  `Shaun volunteered to man the kitchen and Minnie did the rounds
waking everyone up.

I took Jason to one side and asked him how he was feeling after our
love-making last night, fearing that his wounds may have been aggravated,
but he told me that everything was fine, in fact he thought that the
experience had been therapeutic both physically and mentally.  I asked him
to let me know if he needed a repeat dose.

I spoke to Shaun to make sure that he still felt comfortable living in a
house full of gay men and he said that he now counted us all as fiends and
did not care about our sexual preferences.  He had even enjoyed our
experiences the previous day and did not rule out more in the future.

As it was Thursday I went next door and made sure that everything was ready
for the Noble Club that evening.  Simon had been approached by the local
Inland Waterways Board and they had asked if some of the kids from the club
would like to help out clearing weed and rubbish from the local stretch of
the canal this weekend.  They told us that they would provide Wellington
boots and waders and a packed lunch for all who got involved.  We had
discussed it with David and decided that it was just the sort of project we
should get involved with as it helped the local community and also would
give the kids a feeling of usefulness and keep them off the streets for a
bit longer.

As the kids arrived that night Lizzie greeted them all at the door and
sounded them out about this new project.  We were delighted to find that
about 75 per-cent were interested, although some of them would have to
check with their parents.  We gave them our telephone number and co-opted
Shaun on to the committee to man the telephones and take details of all
those who would be participating.  (Shaun had come along to the club
although, strictly speaking, he was slightly too old, but he seemed to be
paying more attention to a pretty little redhead named Jenny than to
anything or anyone else).

Again the club went without a hitch and Minnie had asked his friend to come
along to see about running the first-aid course.  Her name was Patty and
she arranged to start classes in two weeks time and almost all of those
attending said they would like to take part.  Lizzie had brought her
boyfriend, Brian along and he took a great deal of interest in how the club
was being run.  At the end of the evening he went to David and said that
Lizzie had told him that several gay men were involved in the club and that
he had feared that we might be influencing the kids in some way, but was
delighted that this did not seem to be the case.  Davis assured him that
the only time homosexuality would be discussed is if one of the kids
mentioned it, and then Simon would speak to that child in the presence of
another leader.

Again, after the club we returned home exhausted, and Shaun made coffee for
everyone and produced a tray of sandwiches that he had made earlier in the
day and put in the fridge.

Minnie said that he would sleep in the spare single bed in Shaun's room
after he had given Shaun his physiotherapy.  Bill said he would like me to
sleep with him and Ben so we could maybe talk a little about the
forthcoming `family camp' which left Simon and Jason to sleep in my bed.

The twins had been discussing the forthcoming camp between themselves and
had decided that they would not like to go to a commercial site, but to a
farm or someone's orchard where we could be private and enjoy the peace and
quiet.  Such an unexpected request from (nearly) sixteen year-olds, but one
I was happy to comply with.  We carried on chatting about the camp until we
heard noises coming from Shaun's room and a great deal of laughter.
Eventually our curiosity got the better of us and we went to see what was
going on.  Minnie was trying to give Shaun his physiotherapy, but every
time he tried to massage Shaun's groin he hit a ticklish spot and Shaun
creased up with mirth, so much so that Minnie just could not get near him.
I looked at the twins and nodded.  Bill and Ben took an arm each, I took
one leg and Minnie managed to get in between his legs and finally got the
massage started.  One the massage was underway Shaun got so carried away
that he forgot about being ticklish but a second side-effect was starting
to become obvious.  His dick was staring to grow...and grow...and grow.
The boys watched wide-eyed as this monster of Irish boyhood raised itself
to it's full ten-and-a-half inches and the foreskin rolled back to reveal
a purple throbbing head.

`I think I'd better stop there,' said Minnie `before things start to get
messy.'

Shaun blushed and sat up but made no attempt to hide himself and I had to
almost pull the boys away and back to bed.  `Gosh' said Ben `I wonder what
it feels like to have that inside you!'

I told Ben that he was unlikely to find out as Shaun was 99 per-cent
straight and most probably would not want to satisfy his curiosity.

Both boys had become quite excited at the sight of Shaun's ten-and-a-half
inches so I took them both in hand until they shot their loads and we fell
asleep with my hands still embracing them.  During the night I had to get
up for a pee and when I got back I found two wide-awake twins looking for
entertainment.  They said that they would like me to be the `piggie' on a
spit roast.  I had never had anal sex with either of the twins and, as far
as I knew, Bill had never had anal sex at all.  So with Ben in front of me
and Bill behind me we entered `virgin territory'.

I had dreamt about fucking the twins, naturally I had, who wouldn't, but to
actually be in that situation was amazing.  My cock was like diamond (and
you can't get harder!) and with little foreplay I grabbed the KY and
started to lubricate Ben's arse.  I passed the jelly back to Bill and I
could feel it being applied liberally.

I pushed the head of my cock against Ben's sphincter and found resistance.
I told him to relax and my head just popped inside him.  Knowing that this
could be the most painful time I just left it there for a moment and let
him get used to it.  I then slowly pushed in the rest of the way until my
balls were touching his.  I then felt Bill pushing against my own sphincter
and released my muscles.  He popped inside and I heard him gasp.  He pushed
into me and I could feel his whole shaft enter me.  This really was one of
the most erotic experiences of my life.  To have, literally, a dream come
true.

I started to push in and pull out of Ben, and Bill started to do the same
to me but I told him that if he kept still I could do the work for all of
us.  Ben started to moan softly shortly followed by Bill.  As things hotted
up I joined in the trio and reached round in front of Ben and put my hand
around his rock-hard cock.  `Don't touch me' he whispered, `I'm already
cumming and I want to last as long as I can.'

Bill was starting to lose control and was beginning to thrust into me and
with a final Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh I felt his seed spurt forcefully inside me
once, twice, three times, four times, then a few more thrusts and it was
over for him.  His final moan had aroused Ben to climax and he shot his
load over the bed sheets followed seconds later by my violent but silent
orgasm deep inside Ben.

The three of us collapsed and lay in silence.  After a few minutes we
hugged and kissed all round and, to use the much hackneyed phrase, `we fell
asleep in each others' arms.'

The weekend soon arrived and at eight o'clock on Saturday we set off for
the canal.  We had arranged for about forty of the kids to meet us and the
Inland Waterways staff at nine.  We were to have two unexpected visitors as
Simon had told his father (James) about the Noble Club and what we were
doing and his father had been so impressed that he invited himself for the
day and said that he would also bring Simon's mother.

The kids arrived in dribs and drabs, some being dropped off by their
parents, many of whom took an interest in what was going on and one or two
even lent a hand.  The stretch we were covering was about a mile and a half
which had become very full of weed which slowed down the surface movement
of the water until it was in danger of becoming stagnant, which was not
good for the fish and other wildlife.  Some of the volunteers were in the
water in waders with adapted garden rakes to rake in a little of the weed
at a time and put it up onto the canal banks.  The rest of us were on the
banks with similarly adapted tools to pick up the weed and place it in huge
plastic boxes which had been put at regular intervals along the tow path
the previous day and would be collected when full and disposed of.  At
about ten-thirty James (Lord Richmond) came wandering along the canal bank
and introduced us to Lady Richmond who insisted on being called Hettie
(short for Henrietta).  Much to my surprise they took an active part in
helping the clear-up operation for the first couple of hours and only when
lunch was announced did they down tools.  We headed back towards the
meeting point and in the car park were two white minibuses which bore the
legend `Noble Club'.

`I hope you will accept these as a gift from my wife and me.  They are not
new, but they have been completely overhauled, resprayed and fitted with
new seat belts and safety features.  My firm no longer has any use for them
and they would only have sat and rusted, so they might as well be put to
good use.'

We were all totally lost for words.  Thoughts of camps, rambles, visits,
sporting events, all these and more would now be possible for the kids with
these two vehicles.  They were both 17-seaters plus the driver so we would
be able to take thirty-six of us at a time (more if we used our cars and
Simon's van for luggage etc).

We thanked James and Hettie profusely and the kids were really impressed
and crowded around them.  Robbie came and whispered in my ear that he would
like to surprise the Richmonds and asked to be excused from canal duties
for the afternoon.  I did not ask what he was up to, but agreed to his
absence.

The afternoon passed pleasantly and when we returned to the car park at
five o'clock Robbie was waiting for us.  He took me to the minibuses and I
saw that he had named both vehicles.  Painted on the both front doors of
one minibus was `James' and on the other minibus `Hettie' in an extremely
professional hand.

I called for the Richmonds to come over and pointed out the additional
signwriting.  They were impressed and very touched by Robbie's efforts and
said they now realised more than before what these vehicles might mean to
us in the future.

Hettie pulled me to one side and said that she had thoroughly enjoyed her
day and that she could see that Simon was really settled and happy.  She
told me that before he left home she had been very worried about him as he
was not taking an interest in anything and she knew that he was worried
about his sexuality.  She told me that she had spoken to him earlier and
told him how delighted she was that he had now `found himself' and that she
now felt closer to him than she had for the last few years.  She thanked me
for all I had done for him and I told her that he had also done so much for
me and that if Simon had not turned up in the village I would probably even
now be sitting in the pub alone and lonely.

The Richmonds left and we made arrangements with the kids to meet at noon
the following day to continue on the canal.  This would allow the
church-goers to attend their services.  Lunch was laid on again for when
people arrived and work was to get underway by one o'clock and go on until
about five o'clock.  We were able to give a lift back to the village in the
minibuses to those who needed it and we went and cleared it with Tony that
we could leave them in his car park, which had CCTV cameras so they would
be fairly safe there.

We arrived home exhausted and all rushed for the showers, where we took it
in turns to shower and grope one another, then we all went downstairs and I
ordered take-away pizzas from town which we demolished with gusto.
Everybody opted for an early night and this time Simon went into the spare
single bed because he felt that he could not be aroused no matter what!
The twins invited Jason to sleep with them which left Minnie and me in my
bed.

Minnie gave me a relaxing all-over (and I mean ALL over) massage and I did
the same for him.  We settled into a sixty-nine position and did what had
to be done in a leisurely and unhurried fashion, probably lasting for about
twenty minutes.  Of course, by the time we had climaxed we weren't any good
for anything further so we snuggled up and slept.

We all slept late on Sunday and I was woken up by Robbie (delivering his
papers), who had come in the back (unlocked) door who wanted to wish Jason
`good-luck' for the following day (the court case against his attackers) as
he would not be at the canal today.  I told Robbie that he was in with the
twins.  The next thing I knew was Robbie howling with laughter.  I went
through the bathroom and peeped around the door to find the twins forcibly
stripping Robbie, but judging from the very erect state of his cock he
didn't seem to mind too much and when I looked he only had a few papers
left to deliver, so I left them alone for half-an-hour to get on with it.

Shawn had also been awakened and came in (naked) to see what was going on.
I explained and he went and had a look for himself.  When he came back
through he told me that all four of them were `at it' and he didn't know
where they got their energy from.  He told me that he didn't think he had
the energy to be gay, but this still didn't stop the erection that was
starting to manifest itself.

We got Robbie on his way to finish his paper round with a smile on his face
and had a lazy morning.  Jason was strangely silent, but I knew that he was
thinking about the court case.  I asked him if he wanted to talk, but he
said that he would be OK and that he was looking forward to starting afresh
once the perpetrators were behind bars.

The afternoon was spent on the canal once more and by the time we had
finished all of the weed had been cleared and a large amount of rubbish
removed, everything from old oil drums to used condoms and worse.

When we got home I asked Minnie to give Jason one of his massages at bed
time in the hopes that this would help him to sleep.  In the mean time we
all showered and ate a large salad which we had all helped to prepare
earlier.  Minnie's massage certainly seemed to help Jason.  We put him in
the spare single bed and Minnie worked his usual magic and Jason drifted
off to sleep.  Minnie then gave Shaun his physiotherapy and this time Shaun
had learned to relax and the tickling issue did not come up, but I gather
that Shaun's penis did.

Minnie joined the twins for a quick session before sleep and this left
Simon and me in my bed.  I said that it had been good to see his father
again the day before and that his gift to the club had been extremely
generous.  Simon said that there was another reason for him being in the
area and swore me to secrecy.  He then told me that his father was
appearing as a character witness tomorrow.  The defence had apparently
tried to build up evidence that Jason had been soliciting when attacked and
that he had approached his attackers.  This is why Jason was so worried
about the case.  Jason's solicitor, however, had managed to amass a number
of witnesses who would testify that they had known Jason for a number of
years and never known him approach anybody in public.  A peer of the realm
was a very influential witness and Simon's barrister had insisted that
James' appearance be kept quiet so that there would be no public or media
interest.

Simon himself would be giving similar evidence but was still quite worried
as he did not want his best friend embarrassed in public.  I told him that
we would all have to wait and see and that I would be in court, and if
there was anything I could do they had only to ask.

Monday morning dawned dull and cloudy and we set off for court at 8.30am.
We got to the court room in a nearby city in plenty of time and met with
Jason's legal eagles who told us that they were very optimistic as the
judge presiding, whilst not exactly pro-gay had never shown that he was
anti-gay.

The case was called at bout 10.30 and we all went to our respective places
in court, the witnesses sitting outside.  I had been told that Lord
Richmond has been admitted to a private area in case he was recognised by
the media.

I will not go into details of evidence here as it was complicated and a lot
of the defence so-called evidence had clearly been fabricated.  The
evidence for the prosecution, however, was solid.  The DNA evidence was
incontrovertible and David gave his evidence as a doctor with great detail
and several of the jurors were observed to be squirming.

In his summing-up the judge pointed out that the evidence showed that Jason
had been walking through the park SOLELY as a short-cut.  The fact that he
was homosexual was neither here nor there.  Evidence had been given that he
was a hard-working young man, well respected in village life, in fact he
could be said to be a pillar of the community.  Therefore in the same way
that we should not condemn a man for being left-handed, we should not
condemn him for being homosexual, especially when his homosexuality was
only practiced in the privacy of his own home.  He said that Lord Richmond,
a very busy man in industry, had considered it important enough take the
time to give evidence for the prosecution in this case and this should also
be taken into account.

The judge directed the jury to retire for ten minutes and see if they
thought it likely that they could return a verdict the same day.

When the jury returned the foreman was asked if there was any likelihood
that they would be able to agree on a verdict within the hour.  The foreman
replied that they had already reached a unanimous verdict.

The judge nodded to the clerk of the court who read the names of each on
the defendants in turn and asked if they were found guilty or not guilty on
the charge of `assault by penetration with a weapon or other object'.  In
every case the answer was the same `GUILTY'.

There was great rejoicing in the court room and we were called to order.
The judge pronounced the same sentence on all three thugs.  `The maximum
sentence for this offence is five years imprisonment.  Personally I wish it
were more, but as this is the most I can give you, then so be it.'  He then
turned to Jason and said `I am sorry that you have been subjected to this
ordeal and I realise that you may think five years is insufficient, but I
will make it my business to try to ensure that all three of the
perpetrators serve the full five-year term.'

We left the court by the front entrance and Lord Richmond joined us.  The
clouds seemed to miraculously disappear and the sun shone down on us.  We
climbed into a Noble Club minibus and returned to the village pub for a
celebration.  It seemed that the whole village had heard and were out in
force to welcome Jason home.

Tony, of course, was rushed off his feet but we all took it in turns to
help out behind the bar, Jason included as this was to be his new life, and
Lord Richmond, who had now returned to being just `James' was joined by
Hettie who spoke to Tony and said `Just ring it all up in the till and I'll
give you a cheque at the end of the evening.'

And so a cloud was lifted from all our heads, but especially Jason's and
you could already see that extra confidence and self-assurance starting to
appear.

Thank God for British Justice!

The Colonel

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