Date: Wed, 1 Jun 2005 12:35:44 EDT
From: RosciusAtrox@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 26

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SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 26
By 'The Colonel


 `I think that the CCTV system is going to be very useful, especially if
it's anyone we know like earlier, then we can use our special knowledge to
our advantage' said Bill

`Okay' I said, `but you must never reveal the fact that there is CCTV in
there.  It's so well hidden and camouflaged that nobody will know.'

The twins promised me they would never tell and settled down to wait for
any further action.

We went into the kitchen and had lunch, and then I sent the boys upstairs
for a shower to save time later.  From the sound of laughter coming from
the bathroom, I would put their age at fifteen going on seven!  You'd have
thought they'd never seen a cock before, let alone touched one.

They came back downstairs still dripping and just as Bill was telling me
that they didn't want to get dressed yet for fear of spoiling their best
clothes, the phone rang.  It was Robbie who asked if he and Josh could come
over early as Josh was driving his mother round the bend.  I said of course
they could come over, thinking that their presence would occupy the now
over-excited twins and keep them off my back.

I told the twins what was happening and they smiled knowingly at one
another and I sensed that there might be some fun and games before we left
for the party, but in the meantime they went into the dining room and
switched on the CCTV monitor.

When Robbie and Josh arrived they were in their shorts and tee shirts,
carrying their evening clothes in an overnight bag.  I told them to take
the bag straight upstairs and lay their clothes out on my bed to prevent
them from creasing.  As they passed the dining room they looked in on the
twins and obviously saw that they were naked.  When they came back down
they were also naked, with Josh sporting a huge hard-on, and not caring a
fig who saw it.

The four of them sat in the dining room and from the ribald comments I
heard every time I passed I gathered that there was a fair bit of activity
going on.  `Don't make too much mess on the floor' I said `It took me ages
this morning to clear up all yesterday's cum, even though I asked you to do
it.

`Oops, too late' said Ben and when I looked there were globs all over the
place.  I decided that there would probably be more to come, so I left them
to it while I went upstairs and showered luxuriously and (for once) alone.
After my shower I went to lie down in the twins' room as there were clothes
laid all over my bed and I must have nodded off.  When I woke up I was
surrounded by boys, all half asleep, half hard and groping anything in
reach (including me).  We must have laid there for an hour, when I heard
the front door close and Simon and Jason's voices.

They came into the twins' room and Simon said `Well, will you look at that,
the old pervert's corrupted these four innocent young lads!'

I laughed and said that I thought this was the pot calling the kettle black
(email for explanation). Simon said that Albert had arrived to take over
the bar and that they were going to have a shower.  I asked how the day had
gone and they told me that although it had been very quiet, everything was
fine.  While we were speaking Robbie and Josh were whispering and they both
got out of bed and disappeared.  I didn't realise, but one of them had gone
into the guest shower and the other into the en suite.

As Jason & Simon went to get into the en suite shower Robbie was already in
there saying `Room for one only, more space in the guest shower!'  Jason
looked at Simon, raised his eyebrows and stepped into the en suite.

Simon went into the guest shower and was greeted by Josh saying `Get `em
off and I'll give you a good scrub down!'  Simon did as he was bit without
hesitation and was treated to a long fully-assisted shower with full (and I
MEAN full) body massage.  Meanwhile Robbie was treating Jason to something
similar.

Minnie arrived during all this activity and said that he would miss all of
this, but it had been lovely to have spent the day in his own flat.

As everybody emerged from the showers I crawled out of the twins' bed and
said that we really all ought to be getting dressed.  With so many naked
bodies trying to get dressed at the same time it was inevitable that we
would be bumping against one another and grabbing hold of things when we
lost our balance and it very nearly degenerated into another full-blown
orgy, but time was getting on and we did not want to arrive at the party
late and looking flushed and embarrassed.

As I went downstairs the doorbell rang and Ray and Matt were on the
doorstep.  They had met crossing the road and had introduced themselves.
Ray was looking Matt up and down, then looked at me and raised his eyebrows
quizzically as if to say `Is he?'  I nodded and whispered in his ear `Leave
him alone, you're spoken for.'

Ray sighed and said `Yes, I suppose you're right, Shaun is definitely the
one for me.'

Everyone gathered in the kitchen `Is there anybody else to come?' I asked
the twins.

`No, said Bill, I think we're all present and correct.'

`OK' I said, `does anybody want the loo before we go' and I looked
specifically at Josh.

`No thanks' he said `I pissed all over Simon in the shower.'

I looked at Simon and he nodded and laughed saying `Yes, and I promptly
returned the complement' as we all laughed and went outside to the minibus.

When we arrived at the new pub, `The Three Firkins' (email for explanation)
we piled into the bar and the first person we saw was Shaun looking very
smart in slacks and a blazer.  Now Ray had been one of the last off the
minibus and was at the back of our group, but he somehow contrived to be
the first one to reach Shaun and I thought right up until the last second
that he was going to kiss him, but he just about recovered himself and
changed it to a whisper in his ear.  Moira was behind the bar giving a hand
and she directed us through to the restaurant and explained there was a
small private dining room off the main restaurant where our party was to be
held.

As we entered the restaurant Tony was there to greet us and, with a huge
smile on his face he led us, like a true `Maitre d' through the crowd of
diners and into our private quarters.

There was a long table along one wall laid out with all sorts of goodies
and several smaller tables dotted around the room with candles and small
floral arrangements.  There were balloons with `Happy fifteenth birthday'
on them and a large banner proclaiming `Bill and Ben, the birthday boys'
above the buffet table.  The room looked absolutely beautiful and when I
said this to Tony he told me that the staff had taken it upon themselves,
with no prompting from him, to decorate the room.  They had found out the
boys' names and age from Moira when she had visited on a previous occasion,
just by introducing it into conversation.  The chef had far exceeded his
brief as far as food was concerned and the whole evening looked like being
a great success.

Tony introduced us to Mario who was to be exclusively our waiter for the
evening (Italian, 5'9", olive-skinned, black haired, tight-waisted,
tight-arsed, around 21 years old, a gorgeous hunk of man!!)

Mario would take any drinks orders and generally see that we had everything
we needed.

`Before we get started' said Tony `I just want to thank you all for coming
this evening.  I am extremely proud of my boys and they have coped very
well with being farmed out to their extended family while Moira was ill.
In fact they coped so well that Bob has agreed to keep them until they
leave school, speaking of which their school work has improved no end over
the past year.

I was a little choked when Ben told me that he was gay and I had hoped that
Bill would change from being bisexual to being straight, but it seems this
is not to be.  I used to think that gay men were all out for one thing and
that my boys would be hurt in the long run but since I have slowly got to
know most of you, I realise that you all really care for one another and
the one thing my boys have stressed over and over again was that they could
always say `No'.  Those of you I don't know I look forward to meeting
during the evening, but in the meantime have fun and let's give my boys a
birthday party to remember.  Oh, and by the way, you have your own toilets
behind that curtain in the corner and as there are no ladies present,
please feel free to use them both.  The other thing is I can promise you
that you will be undisturbed this evening, so if you want to dance together
or kiss or whatever then that's fine.  I should also point out that Mario
is gay and you need have no fear of upsetting him.  We'll have a break
during the evening for the presents to be handed over but until then, have
a great time!'

The covers were taken off the food and there was every kind of sliced meat
you could think of, there was shellfish in special iced dishes, there were
sandwiches for the unadventurous, a wonderful smoked salmon roulade with
cream cheese lots of fresh baguettes and some lovely freshly baked
still-warm brown bread rolls.  There were vol-au-vents, half-a-dozen
different salads and at the end of the table four or five different sweet
dishes.  There was, in fact, something for everybody and we certainly did
justice to it, some of us going back several times for more.

There was discreetly piped music and the facility to increase the volume if
we wanted to dance.  After half-an-hour or so, when we had all had a drink
and were beginning to loosen up most of us removed our jackets and Mario
whisked them away assuring us that they would be put somewhere private and
that no harm would come to them.  Another half an hour and I could not
resist the urge to kick off my shoes and show off my new socks (black silk
with gold clocks) and much to my surprise most of the others did the same.
Tony and Moira were continuously in and out and they came up to me just
before the presents were handed over and said that they had never seen
their boys so happy.  I must admit that there had hardly been a moment when
there hadn't been a smile on the boys' faces, but I pointed out to Tony
that this was a reflection of everything they had done for their boys over
the last fifteen years, especially accepting their sexuality and welcoming
their gay friends tonight.

`We don't look upon their friends as being gay or straight' said Moira `we
just see the way you all treat our boys and know that we need have no
worries, someone will always be there for them.'

Tony stepped into the middle of the room and asked for `a bit of hush'.

`I've said pretty-well everything I've got to say' he said, so I'll get
straight to the nitty gritty.'  He looked straight at the boys and
said. `Up until yesterday your Mum and I had no idea what to get for you
and I nearly went out and bought you gift vouchers, but when you got back
from the camping weekend and you were so enthusiastic, having had such a
great time I made a phone call to the camping showrooms where Bob hired the
equipment from and I have made arrangements with them that you can go into
their shop any time this week and you can order up to fifteen-hundred
pounds worth of camping equipment.  That's probably rather more than we
would normally spend on your birthdays, but we want you to have some decent
equipment that you can call your own and you deserve the best that we can
afford.

There was a huge round of applause and the two boys went, with tears in
their eyes, and hugged their parents.  Then right on cue Mario appeared
carrying a tray with three bottles of champagne and enough glasses for
everybody.  When he had poured it out and passed it round, Moira poured a
glass and gave it to Mario who joined in with the traditional `Happy
Birthday to You'.  As soon as this was finished the music was turned up and
the rest of the party kicked off their shoes and the dancing commenced.
Mario seemed not to be able to believe his eyes, but wandered around with a
huge smile on his face and a huge bulge in his trousers, making sure that
everyone had everything they needed.

Ray spent most of his time with Shaun on his lap, but eventually they
disappeared behind the curtain and did not come out again for at least
half-an-hour, and when they did reappear, Ray's shirt was buttoned up
incorrectly and Shaun's flies were undone.  No prizes for guessing what
they'd been up to.

Things slowed down considerably and most people had had enough to drink, so
when Matt took hold of Mario and asked him to dance, he also kicked of his
shoes and they smooched VERY close together and when they had finished
Mario's trouser-bulge seemed to have spread to Matt.  Nobody was surprised
when Matt took him by the hand and led him behind the curtain to the
`facilities'.

Tony reappeared with the chef in tow and the chef was delighted to see how
much food had gone.  He said it really made his job worthwhile when most of
it was eaten.  Tony suggested that the rest of the food be taken out to the
bar for the regulars to enjoy and asked if we had seen Mario.  I explained
that Mario was doing something for Matt and before Tony could comment
several of us grabbed what food was left and padded (in our stockinged
feet) through the restaurant and put the food on the bar to murmurs of
thanks from the `regulars', one of whom said `We never got this with the
last governor, he used to put the leftovers on the menu the next day'.
Tony looked at the chef who nodded his agreement.  `What's the point when
it's already been paid for?' said Tony.

When we got back Matt and Mario had reappeared and Mario was hunting around
the room for his shoes.  We all joined in the hunt, reclaiming our own
shoes at the same time as it was nearly time to go.

The evening had been a great success and as we were climbing aboard the
minibus Ray came up and said that as he was not working on the Tuesday he
was going home with Shaun for the night.  Shaun said `I don't know what my
parents will make of it, and what's more I don't care.  They need me to run
the farm for them, so they can't throw me out, so either way, I can't
lose'.  We bid them good-bye and climbed aboard for the journey home with
Tony, Moira and Mario waving us off.

When we got home we were all far too hyped up to go to bed and Robbie and
Josh begged to be allowed to stay the night as Robbie's dad was at home and
could look after his mum overnight.  It was too late to phone so Robbie ran
over to the house to let his parents know.  He arrived back after about ten
minutes and said that permission had been granted, but asked if I could get
him up early for his paper round.  I said that we should all get changed
out of our best clothes so (surprise, surprise) the youngsters all
reappeared naked and ready for anything.  Bill produced a `Twister' mat
which he had been given for his birthday by a school friend and the four
kids played a game of naked twister. (If you don't know the game, details
can be found on the internet).  Of course, with four people on one mat you
can imagine where things led, with arms and legs intertwined and cocks and
bums only inches from opponents' faces, all sorts of lewd comments such as
`kiss my arse' and `suck my dick' came from the players and their opponents
were only too willing to oblige.  Eventually, of course, the four of them
collapsed in a heap and took part in a four-way sucking and fucking
festival, while the adults looked on, cocks in hand, (but not their own),
enjoying the show.

Weariness eventually overcame us all, and we retired for the night, the
twins opted to sleep with their `Uncle Bob', Robbie with Jason and Josh
with Simon.  Josh had been impeccably behaved all evening, but as he
climbed the stairs at the head of the queue, he farted, thus leaving us all
to walk through the `green cloud' he had created.  Simon grabbed him, took
him into the bathroom laid him in the bath and started to piss on him.  We
all joined in and Josh was absolutely soaked in it, and loved every fluid
ounce!

Simon then took him into the shower, cleaned him up and made sure he
emptied his bladder before bed.

Silence fell rapidly on the household as we were all, by this time,
absolutely knackered!


The Colonel

I hope you have enjoyed this, the twenty-sixth chapter of Simon The
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