Date: Tue, 24 May 2005 05:55:30 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 22

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SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 22
By 'The Colonel


Simon and Minnie laughed and both raised their eyebrows.  I thought I would
like to see them together, one of them pale and hairless and the other
dark-skinned and hirsute.  `Shit! I thought as my loins started stirring,
`another erection to be dealt with!!!' and went next-door to lock up.

Friday evening was soon upon us and we made quite a large group for our
first camp.  Bill and Ben, of course with Jason, Simon, Minnie and myself.
Also present was Ray and we were waiting for Robbie.  Matt was invited but
had been grounded for a week by David as he had been caught wanking in his
bedroom.  (Perhaps we all ought to be permanently grounded!!)  We had also
tried to persuade Minnie to bring along the new man in his life, but he
said that he still was not sure what was happening on that front.

I had asked Tony to keep an eye on the cottage while we were away and he
had agreed, although he and Moira we busy getting ready for their move on
Monday.

David had agreed to the use of a minibus and we piled the camping gear and
luggage in through the back doors on to the floor and back seats.

Robbie eventually tuned up, huffing and puffing and with him was a boy we
had never seen before.

`This is my cousin Josh' he said.  `Josh has come to stay with us for a
while `cause his mother is in hospital and his dad works long hours and
can't be at home to look after him.  I hope that you'll let him come
camping because I'll have to stay and look after him if not.'

I looked at the twins, whose camp it was and they agreed without hesitation
that Josh could come with us.  Robbie and Josh jumped up and down for joy
and loaded their luggage aboard the minibus.

Now `cute' is not a word that I use lightly, but `cute' is certainly what
Josh was.  I learned from Robbie that he was fourteen, although he looked
about twelve.  He was about 4'10" tall and skinny.  He had curly black hair
framing a pair of dazzling blue eyes, a straight button nose and
peachy-pink lips with a chin that asked to be cupped for kissing.  As I
have said, he was skinny, but it was difficult to see any more detail as he
was dressed something like a rag bag with, seemingly, many layers of
clothing which, judging by the smell, were in need of laundering.  I knew
that we would have to get him cleaned up when we got to camp and hoped that
Shaun would let us use his bathroom.

We set off with Simon at the wheel and drove into town and bought enough
food to see us through the weekend and then set off for the farm.

It was only a short drive and Shaun came out to greet us with his parents
when we arrived.  Shaun introduces us and his parents thanked us for
looking after Shaun after his injury in their absence.  I asked if we could
use their bathroom and they said that we were welcome to use the one at the
back of the farmhouse which had access from outside, so we would not have
to traipse in and out through their kitchen.

Shaun explained that his parents were taking over the farm work for the
rest of the weekend so he could come and stay with us if we had the room.
I said that was fine and that we could squeeze him in.  He said that he
would like to have a chat with me privately when I could spare the time and
I said we could talk while the others erected the tents.

We drove to a field about 100 yards from the house which contained some
fruit trees and little else.  I put Simon in charge of erecting the tents
and took Shaun to one side and asked him what the problem was.

`I don't really think it's a problem,' he said `but since I stayed with you
I have started to look at myself in a different light.  When I came to you
and realised that you were gay I was a little worried, but when nobody made
overtures towards me, I felt a little disappointed.  I loved it when I was
being bathed or massaged and, as you know, I got quite aroused at times and
even enjoyed the sleeping together.  Well, since I've been home again I
just can't get those experiences out of my mind.  Where I used to jack off
looking at `Playboy' or other girlie magazines, I'm finding now that they
do absolutely nothing for me, but when I was up in the top field and young
Eddie was working in the next field I couldn't take my eyes of him and
found that I had to stop work and take myself in hand.'  (Eddie is the 16
year-old son of the next-door farmer.)

I told Shaun not to worry, his feelings were not abnormal, he would just
have to find out for himself whether he was gay or straight, and suggested
that this weekend might be his ideal opportunity to get started.  I told
him that Simon had had experience in mentoring younger people, but that he
might like to discuss his feelings with him in detail.

Shaun thanked me with tears in his eyes and I leaned forward and kissed him
on the cheek.  I told him that by the time we left on Sunday he would
probably have made up his mind, or at least have some idea of his true
sexuality.  He thanked me again, we stood and he hugged me.  I made a point
of introducing him to Ray, who he had not met before and asked them as a
pair to erect the gas stove and get that working so that we could get the
meal going.

By this time the main tents were up and the inner bedrooms were now being
erected, three doubles in each tent with the option of rolling up the
dividing walls to make one large sleeping area, and there was a deal of
speculation as to who would be sleeping with whom.

Each tent also had a zip-up `hanging wardrobe' with suspended shelves and I
encouraged everybody to hang their clothes in these as once zipped up, no
insects could get inside.  Similarly I said that the outer bedroom walls
should be kept zipped up for the same reason.  Everyone asked me which tent
they should put their clothes in and I suggested that as our sleeping
arrangements would probably be `flexible' then it really didn't matter
where the clothes went.  I also suggested that the inner bedroom walls be
rolled up and as our hired sleeping bags were of the `zip together' type we
should zip six together for each tent and lay them over the three double
air-beds in each tent, even though there were only ten of us.  Thus if it
got cold during the night we could huddle together for warmth without
having to unzip.  This brought a twinkle to a few eyes and I noted that
there were no objections.

Once the clothes were away we made a mass trip to the house so that we all
knew where the shower was and the toilet if we needed a dump.  For normal
peeing we all felt that trees were adequate.  It was a huge shower with two
shower heads which would easily accommodate four.

I spoke to Robbie about getting Josh showered and he agreed that he was a
bit whiffy, so I suggested that Robbie Josh and the twins might like to
shower before dinner.  Josh did not seem very keen, but when the others
agreed willingly he objected no further.  I suggested they took towels with
them and dressed when they got back to the tents.

They were gone for about half an hour and when they came back they went to
find their clothes, the twins and Robbie in one tent, but Josh had put his
things in the other tent.  I gave him about half a minute and popped my
head through the flap.  He was standing naked trying to pull tight briefs
over his damp feet without much success.  `Having problems?' I asked `here,
let me help you get those on.  I knelt in front of him and told him to put
his hands on my shoulders while I pulled his pants over his feet and pulled
them up his legs.  Of course, this meant that his boyhood was dangling
directly in front of my eyes. Now I could see his state of development he
was a very definite fourteen year old, his cock being about four inches
slack with an unruly crop of black pubic hair.  It really looked out of
place on his weedy body, but I'm sure that I wouldn't be kicking him out of
bed if the opportunity arose.

It took me quite a time to get those tight white briefs up his legs and to
their final destination, so much so that when I finally got them in place I
couldn't resist a little pat on his cock to finish the job.  He smiled
unselfconsciously and put his hand inside and adjusted himself for comfort.
`That was some shower' he said, `do the twins always have that much fun?'
I told him that I did not know what they had done on this occasion, but
there was usually a great deal of hilarity in the shower and that they were
always fun to be with.  `Great,' he said, `I'll try to bed down next to
them and we can have some more fun'.  I though that there might be an
interesting night ahead.

I left him to finish dressing in peace and went out to dish up the dinner.
Once we had all eaten it seemed prudent that we give some attention to
sleeping arrangements.  I asked Bill and Ben for their ideas (as it was
their weekend) and they suggested that they share a tent with Robbie, Josh,
Ray (as they did not yet know him very well) and Shaun, thus leaving the
slightly older ones (and the ancient one, me) to share the second tent.
This resolved we thought about what we should do for the rest of the
evening.  Shaun said that he needed to shower and Ray said he would join
him (hmmmmmm!).  The rest of us searched around for some dryish wood and
lit a campfire.  We didn't sing songs or anything like that, we were happy
to sit huddled together (not for warmth but for companionship and, I think,
the odd grope amongst the youngsters) just watching the flames and
chatting.

Ray and Shaun reappeared about forty minutes later (long shower!) and I
could swear that they had been holding hands but loosed them as they came
into view.  I whispered into Shaun's ear `Nice shower?' and he blushed and
nodded.

Around midnight we turned in, some of us electing to sleep naked, but the
youngsters had all been advised to bring night clothes in case it got cold.
I had rigged up a light pointing towards the nearest trees so that anybody
needing to pee during the night would be able to see what they were doing
(and so would I!)  Most of us availed themselves of the facility before
going to bed and the ensuing laughter and ribald comments seemed to
indicate that we were in for a night of action.  Simon and Ray wandered
across to the trees naked and I thought that Josh's jaw would hit the
ground when he saw them.  He literally could not take his eyes off them.
He just stared at them with his fast-growing cock in his hand.  His `four
inches slack' quickly doubled in length and he had great difficulty in
trying to tuck it away.  I wondered whether I should offer to help him
again, but decided that I didn't know him quite that well ... yet!

We settled down into our huge joint sleeping bag and I found myself between
Minnie and Jason, with Simon on the other side of Minnie.  We were all
pretty exhausted but, judging from the noise and giggles from the other
tent, the boys were far from tired.  As they wouldn't be disturbing anybody
I decided to let them have their fun and the four of us settled down just
caressing one another until we fell asleep.

I was woken at about three o'clock by a rumble of thunder in the distance,
which slowly got closer over the next half-hour until the rain started at
around 3.30am.  It got harder and harder and the thunder got louder and
louder and the lightning lit up the night sky.  After a while I could hear
voices in the next tent and shortly afterwards one of the twins appeared at
the entrance to our tent.  `We've pitched on a slope and the rain has come
in and settled all round the bedroom.' He said `We're all soaking wet, what
should we do?'

I told him that there was no point in trying to sort out the tent tonight,
so I suggested that they all come in with us.  It would be a squeeze, but
we would manage.  I did insist that they all remove their wet clothes, so
that is how we came to be invaded by half-a-dozen naked boys whose main
concerns were to get dry and to get warm and to get back to sleep.  My new
neighbours were Ben and Josh and they cuddled up to me for warmth.
Although no sex took place as such, I don't think there was a soft cock in
the tent.  And so we drifted off to sleep, a mountainous tangle of arms,
legs and cocks all intertwined.

I awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the window and
realised immediately that I needed to pee as a matter of some urgency.  I
was rock hard and in danger of peeing the bed.  I struggled out of the mass
sleeping bag and was joined by Josh, who was equally aroused and seemed to
be in as much need as me.  We dashed across to the trees and I started to
pee.  My stream was quickly followed by Josh's and I started to feel much
relieved.  Josh let out the most enormous fart and he giggled
uncontrollably, losing all sense of direction and starting to pee all over
my bare feet.  I had never had this happen to me before and have to confess
that it wasn't an entirely unpleasant experience.  When he regained control
of himself and realised where his stream was landing he apologised
profusely, but I told him not to worry.  He also apologised for his fart,
but explained that it was normally the first thing he did every morning,
then carried on throughout the day.  Sometimes, he told me, he held on to
it in school for as long as he could, but this only meant that when he had
to let go so much gas had built up that his fart could last for up to ten
seconds.  By this time we had finished our peeing and I rubbed my feet in
the damp grass to clean them up and we turned to come back to the tent.  I
put my arm around Josh's shoulders and we made our naked way back.  As we
got back into the bag we reintroduced some cold air to all and sundry and
we all cuddled up that bit closer, and as we did hands started to wander to
our neighbours' bodies.  I cuddled up to Josh and his cock was immediately
hard again and mine was not far behind.  I held him as close as I could and
then moved slightly apart and slipped my hand down in between us.

`Stop me if you don't like it' I said, and took his cock in my hand.  He
simply said `MMMMMmmmmm', which I took as a sign of consent.  I felt his
small hand on my cock and we gently massaged one another with no urgency.
I told him again to stop me whenever he wanted to, but he simply looked at
me and smiled, then said that he had often done this with his best friend,
but never with an adult.  Not even with Robbie.  After about ten minutes he
started to become more aroused and said that he was cumming.  I kept up my
slow pace and his little body went into spasms, as though he was getting
electric shocks.  Suddenly he erupted and I felt his boy juice all over my
hand and lower arm.  He seemed to be holding his breath for an awful long
time, but eventually he let go with a huge exhalation and then ... he
farted!

I had to laugh.  `You're about as romantic as a raspberry blancmange' I
told him and we laughed together.  He continued to minister to me and
within a few minutes I followed his example and shot my load all over his
hand, and the sleeping bag.  I did not, however, fart!

As the others woke up there was more action, but I'll leave that for the
next chapter.


The Colonel

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