Date: Sun, 10 Apr 2005 01:52:33 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 3

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SIMON THE BACKPACKER -- Part 3
By `The Colonel'

Sorry, no sex as such in this instalment, but plenty of fun just the same!!


We fell asleep in each others' arms until the dawn chorus woke us.

When I opened my eyes, I immediately realized that I was alone in the bed.
I could hear the birds singing, and the smell of bacon frying was wafting
up the stairs from the kitchen.  I went into the bathroom and had a much
needed pee and wandered downstairs naked to see what was going on.

Simon was standing at the cooker dressed in my daughter's now-famous
bathrobe, cooking eggs, bacon and toast.  I went up behind him, put my arms
around his waist and half nuzzled, half kissed the sides of his neck. `I
hope you don't mind me helping myself' he said.

`Not at all', I replied, `As long as you let me have a portion'.

`Oh, I think you had that last night' he said with a wry smile.

`Yes, well, that was all very unexpected', I lied, `but extremely
enjoyable'

We sat and ate breakfast together, during which Simon told me something
more of his past.  He had realized he was gay after several disastrous
relationships with girls, and then a certain amount of `playing around'
with his fellow students at University, and then having a turbulent and
sometimes violent relationship with an older man for several months.

It was after this relationship that he came out to his parents, and it was
at his father's suggestion that he was taking this time out to go
backpacking.  His father thought that this might `bring him to his senses
one way or the other', but whatever he decided his parents would respect
that decision.

He said that he had quite fancied me when we met the previous day in the
pub, but after his previous relationship with an older man he did not want
to repeat the experience in a hurry, and would be very happy if we kept
everything low-key and did not get into a heavy relationship.  I told him
that this suited me fine and that he should not feel obliged to satisfy my
every need if he felt pressurized.

He thanked me, turned around and planted a kiss on my lips.  I took the
opportunity to pull the cord on his bathrobe which then fell open to reveal
that wonderful body.  I pulled him to me in a hug and told him how much I
already valued his friendship.

`Do you always wander around naked indoors?' he asked me.

`Only when I have such distinguished company' I laughed.  `Have you any
plans for today or can I show you around the village and introduce you to a
few people?' I asked.

He said that he would quite like to have a look round the village and asked
me if the locals knew that I was gay.  I told him not, and he asked how I
would introduce him.  I said that as he would be doing a few odd jobs for
me, especially in the garden, I would say he was my temporary
gardener/handyman, and that if anybody else wanted any jobs doing, they
should contact him at my house.

We went upstairs and got dressed and when we met again in the hall, I saw
that he was wearing a tight-fitting tee shirt, which showed his gorgeous
nipples, and a pair of shorts that really showed of his beautiful bum and
the outline of his splendid cock. (Remember he does not wear underwear).
`This will set the girls talking' I thought (and, who knows? maybe some of
the fellows).

We had a walk around the shops and I introduced him to the shopkeepers,
then we went to the local garage and I introduced him to Ivor, who took
care of the Jaguar for me, as well as manning the petrol pumps.  I said
that Simon would be working for me, so he might be driving the car from
time to time, and that any fuel he purchased should go on my account.
Simon's eyes (beautiful brown ones) grew big when I said he might be
driving the Jag, and as we walked away he asked me if I meant it.  `Of
course', I said and he gave my hand a quick squeeze. `Careful!' I
urged. `Let's keep this quiet'.

As we approached the pub I noticed that Tony's daughter, Debbie, was
sitting outside.  She was seventeen years old and worked evenings at the
cinema in town.  I knew that she was friendly with the tobacconist's
daughter, who we had met earlier, and the jungle drums were obviously
telling of the `new talent in town' because as we went to enter the bar she
said, `Hi, Colonel, and you must be Simon'.  She looked him up and down,
obviously mentally undressing him, and I could tell she liked what she saw.

Tony was behind the bar and I ordered two lagers and asked what was on the
menu.  He handed us a printed sheet, and we made our selections before
sitting at a secluded table in a quiet corner.  `You've made an impression
on the girls', I told him.

`Well, they're all out of luck, I'm afraid'.  At that point Tony came over
to us and told us that Moira, his wife, had been taken into hospital that
morning with a suspected stomach ulcer and she might be in there for some
time.  This meant that, although he had a cook for lunchtimes, he would
have to run the bar single-handed for a while.  He was trying to make
arrangements for family to look after his children (I had lost count how
many there were), but was having problems finding somewhere for the twins.
He did not want to split them up as they were very close, but could not
find anybody to take both of them.  He looked at me with pleading in his
eyes and I knew that he was asking me to have them without putting his
request into words.

`I'll have them if you like' I said, as though the idea had just come to
me.  Well, he took my hand and shook it vigorously and I thought he was
going to kiss me, but no!

`I can't thank you enough, he said. `It'll only be while Moira's away and
I'll pay you for their keep.

`Nonsense' I said.  `It will be my pleasure to help you out, and I'll have
Simon there for at least a few days, and he's much nearer their age than I
am. (I must ask him how old he is).

Tony told us that our lunches and drinks were `on the house' and left us to
serve a boisterous party who had just arrived.

`These twins', Simon said, `Are they boys or girls or mixed?'

`They're fourteen-year-old boys', I replied.  `They're also tall, blond and
to die for' I said.

His eyes lit up as he thought of sharing a house with a couple of pubescent
young lads, probably with raging hormones and wanking off at every
conceivable opportunity.

`Hold your horses', I said, `we mustn't make any advances as we don't want
them running to daddy, do we?'

`No, he said, but if they make the overtures, I'm not going to kick them
out of bed!!'

At that point, Tony turned up with our food and we made arrangements that
as soon as the twins came home from school they would pack a few bits and
pieces and come next door.  Meanwhile Simon and I would make up the twin
beds in the third bedroom ready for their arrival.  I also asked him, as
they were identical, how to tell the difference between them.

`Well,' he said, `the boys are a mirror image of each other, but
unfortunately their distinguishing marks are normally hidden from view.
William has a mole on the left cheek of his backside, while Benjamin's mole
is on the right.  Also Benjamin is normal with his left ball hanging low,
while William's right ball is lower.  On the whole, though, the boys are
very understanding and will laugh at any mistakes.'

We finished our food and went next-door to pick up the car to go into town
and buy any extras which we thought the boys might enjoy.  We stocked up on
fizzy drinks, crisps, snacks, pizzas, burgers and all the other junk food
that youngsters usually enjoyed.  I also had a couple of extra front door
keys cut so that the boys could let themselves into the house if Simon and
I were out when they got home.

I let Simon drive the Jaguar home and could see that being in control of
such a powerful car gave him a kick, and a healthy bulge appeared in his
shorts.  I felt obliged to nurse it for him, and he very nearly drove into
a ditch when I first put my hand on him.  We made it home without incident
and I asked Simon to open up the house while I put the car in the garage.

We made up the twin beds in the third bedroom and left a couple of boxes of
tissues by the beds, `in case of any spillages'.

We decided that we would have pizzas for dinner that evening and I put a
bottle of wine in the fridge for Simon and me.  `I hope you're not going to
ply me with drink again tonight', he said.

`Oh, no, I want you sober tonight' I said.

The time seemed to fly by and before long William and Benjamin (Bill and
Ben) were knocking on the door and demanding attention.  `It's very good of
you to put us up for a few days' said Bill (or was it Ben?)

`That's OK boys; as long as you are fairly well behaved we'll all get along
fine.  I don't expect you to be angels, but if we have to lay down ground
rules I expect you both to obey them.

`Yes, Colonel' they said in unison.

I introduced Simon to them and told them that he was staying for a few days
and would be working around the house and garden, and that he was my
`second in command' as far as they were concerned.  They looked at Simon
with interest and then gave each other a knowing look.  Just why was yet to
be discovered.

`We're having pizza for dinner tonight, boys I hope you both like it' I
said.  Great said Ben, (or was it Bill?)  Dad doesn't usually let us eat
junk food or drink anything decent.  It's either water or milk.'

I told them that there were plenty of fizzy drinks in the fridge, and that
they could help themselves within reason.

They did just that and went into the living room to watch TV.

A little later Simon volunteered to cook the pizzas and at about 6 o'clock
we sat down and enjoyed a meal together.

`Do you have any homework to do, boys?' I asked.  They assured me that
although they had been set Maths and French homework it did not have to be
handed in until the end of the week.  I also asked what time they normally
went to bed and they said around 9.30pm.  I had no reason to doubt them and
told them to go upstairs with Simon and he would show them where they were
sleeping and where the bathroom was.  I said that they should go up at
about 9.15pm and shower before bed. (There was plenty of room for them both
in the shower cubicle, so they could easily be in bed at 9.30).

The evening passed in a very short time and the boys retired at the
appointed hour.  We could hear the shower running and laughter and boyish
screams, but decided to leave them to it.

We went up to bed at about 11 o'clock and looked in on the boys, and we
were not really surprised to see that they were both in the same bed and
blissfully asleep.

We had not discussed our sleeping arrangements, but it seemed perfectly
natural when Simon followed me into my room and joined me in bed.  We
cuddled for a short while, but neither of us seemed to be in the mood for
any kind of sex, so we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

At about 3am I was awakened by an almighty clap of thunder and flash of
lightening which seemed to be directly overhead.  The noise was tremendous
and the rain was hammering down.  Another clap of thunder brought Simon out
of his trance and he sat bolt upright in bed.

`What about the boys!' he said.  `Do you think they'll be OK?

I said that perhaps one of us should go and check.  Another thunderclap
shook the house and Simon slipped out of bed and was walking naked towards
the door when it burst open and two very frightened 14-year-olds came
dashing into the room dressed only in very tight-fitting underpants.

`Are you OK', I asked.

`Not really, Bill (or Ben) said.  We went into Simon's room first, but he
wasn't there so we came to see if you were awake.  During all this time
neither of the boys could take their eyes off Simon's body, and their gaze
seemed to be concentrated on a spot a little below his waist.

`Simon came in to make sure I was alright', I said.

`Then how come his bed hasn't been slept in?' said Ben (or Bill)

`Never mind the awkward questions', I said.  `As we all seem to have been
awakened by the storm and as it seems to be upsetting you two boys, I
suggest that just for tonight, we all sleep in here.

I pulled back the covers revealing that I was also naked and looked at the
boys.  They looked at one another for a moment, then nodded, smiled and
climbed in next to me.  Simon completed the sandwich, remarking that it was
a good job I had a six-foot wide bed.  Even so, there was not much room for
manoeuvre, and we all had to `rub along' together.  Needless to say, there
were a few stiffies during the course of the rest of the night, but no sex
as such...yet.

We were all awakened the next morning at around 7am by the telephone
ringing. I went downstairs to answer it, and it was Tony.  He told me that
the school had phoned him to say that the storm had caused a lot of damage
at the school and that it would be closed for a few days.

`I don't know what to do for the best.' he said, I can't have the boys here
and run the pub and I can't expect you to look after them.'

`Don't worry', I said, `leave the boys with me, I'll keep them entertained.
I have lots of computer games, or if the worst comes to the worst I can
take them out somewhere for the odd day.'

We exchanged a few further pleasantries and I put the phone down.  When I
turned round, Simon was standing there and I explained the situation to
him.  I heard a `whoop' from outside the door and realised that the twins
had been listening in.  `Come in', I called the boys. `You've obviously
heard what is going on.  No school for a few days'.

The boys danced round the room and each of them hugged one of us.  `Make
yourselves useful and make us all some tea and toast' I said to them,
'While Simon and I go and put some clothes on.'

`Colonel' said Bill (or Ben), `can we ask you a question?'

`Or course', I replied

`Are you and Simon gay?' asked the other one, `Only you were obviously
sleeping together before the storm broke'

I looked at Simon and he shrugged his shoulders.

`Can I trust you boys to keep a secret?' I asked with a serious expression
on my face.  They nodded in unison.  `Well, yes we are both gay, but we are
not in a relationship with one another.  Simon arrived in the village
needing accommodation, and it was only after he moved in that we each
realised that the other was gay.  We slept together last night, not for
sex, but for companionship, but that's not to say that we would have ruled
out sex if that's what we had wanted.  We are both free agents and we have
agreed that neither of us wants to make any commitment to the other.'

The boys nodded again sagely, looked at each other and nodded.

`In that case, Sir, I mean Colonel, can we ask you to keep a secret for
us?' said one of them.

`Of course,' I replied `As long as keeping this secret doesn't hurt anybody
in any way.'

`On the contrary' he said, `it would probably hurt us if the secret got
out.  You see, Ben is also gay.'

It was obvious now that Bill was speaking to us.  Ben blushed and hung his
head.  Bill continued `Ben realised when we first went to secondary school
and had communal showers that he fancied boys rather than girls, whereas I
definitely like girls, although I do like to ... play around, shall we say,
with other boys.'

Ben said quietly `I hope you don't want me to leave your house, Sir'

`Good heavens Ben,' I replied `I think you need to stay with us more than
ever.  I'll ask Simon to be your mentor and he will answer any questions
you may have about your gayness, and if you feel down, you can count on
both of us for support and comfort.'  I then turned to Bill, saying `Thanks
for sharing this secret with us, Bill, we'll support Ben to he hilt, but I
don't want you to feel left out.  You're just as much a part of this
temporary family as the rest of us.'

`Thanks, Colonel' they said in unison, and Ben, smilingly went to hug
Simon, and Bill came and hugged me.

Well, I think that as we're all going to be together more that we planned,
you ought to call me Bob, don't you?'

`Thanks, Bob', again they were in unison.

`Well, we've been sitting here naked or almost naked, for long enough.
`We'll all go up and get dressed, then you can make the tea and toast and
then we'll go and see your Dad and let him know that we're going out for
the day.'

`Oh, where are we going,' the boys wanted to know.

`I haven't decided yet, but the quicker we dress and eat, the quicker we
get out.'

The boys sprinted for the stairs and were jostling one another for first
place all the way up.  Simon and I laughed and wandered up after them.

When we reached my bedroom I beckoned him in.  `I hope you don't mind being
Ben's mentor.' I said.

`On the contrary, I'm delighted' he replied.

At this point we heard a giggle outside the bedroom door, which slowly
opened revealing two totally naked twins smiling in the doorway.

`We figured that as we had seen you both naked and you thought nothing of
it, we would return the compliment.  That way none of us needs to be modest
around the house, and just for the moment you can tell which of us is
which' said Ben (Yes, I could tell it was Ben by how he was hanging!)

It would be churlish of me not to give some description of the boys at this
point.  Tony was absolutely right.  The boys were mirror images of each
other.  I had not noticed before, but Bill's hair was parted on the right,
and Ben's on the left. (Thank goodness I now noticed this and would be able
to tell the difference in future.)  Their features were well defined
without being sharp, their necks were broad without being thick.  Their
chests were narrow without being weedy and their waists were narrow without
being skinny.  Their cocks were 3½ inches soft (Bill) and 5½ inches hard
(Ben) and their Bums were wonderfully rounded and soft without being large
or saggy, and each bum had the required beauty spot.

Their legs were well formed and quite muscular leading down to very trim
ankles and typical boy-feet, but not too big.

After Simon and I had had a good look at them and they had self-consciously
pirouetted for us a couple of times we had naked hugs all round and sent
them off to get dressed.

`Well, what do you think' I asked Simon.

`I think I'm really going to enjoy being a mentor' he said, laughing, and
adjourned to his own room to get dressed.


Again, I must leave the story there and go and walk the dog.

Please join me again soon for the next instalment.

The Colonel


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