Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2005 02:26:29 EDT From: RosciusAtrox@aol.com Subject: Simon The Backpacker 33 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. SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 33 By 'The Colonel I got back to my hotel just in time for dinner and turned in for an early night, (the sea air had got to me) looking forward to meeting Brian the following day. As I woke I could hear the rain beating on the window and for the moment could not remember where I was. Then I realised that today could be one of the biggest days of my life. I was about to meet a cousin who I did not know existed, who was nearly forty years younger than me and whose father had asked me to `keep an eye' on him until he was old enough to look after himself. Tragically cousin Brian was also blind. I showered, shaved and dressed and went down to a full English breakfast, which was cooked to perfection and really set me up for the day. I had arranged to meet Mr. Makepeace at 10.30 and he would take me to meet Brian and his carers. I returned to my room and packed my bag, then I paid my bill and left the hotel, taking a taxi to the solicitor's office. Mr Makepeace came out of his office promptly at 10.30 and we set off in his car. We stopped outside a small detached house in a cul-de-sac. The front garden was immaculately kept and the house looked to be in excellent repair. The front door was answered by a woman in late middle-age wearing a floral dress covered by a large wrap-around apron; the sort that I thought had disappeared in the 1950s. She welcomed us and Mr. Makepeace introduced her as Mrs. Mortimer, `But please call me Molly', she said, `everybody does'. She took us into a clean and tidy sitting room and said that Brian would be down momentarily, he was just getting dressed. She told us that Brian liked the freedom of wearing as little as possible, preferably nothing at all, and that he had been the same since he was a toddler. Her husband Mike, she said, was out at work but if we needed to see him she would telephone him and he would come home directly. As I sat in the armchair and made myself comfortable I was aware of a movement behind me. I turned round and I truly thought I had died and gone to heaven for there, in the doorway, stood the closest approximation to an angel that I could possibly have imagined. Brian was short for his age, around 5'2", but he was perfectly in proportion. Starting from the top, he had a thick mop of golden hair (not blond, definitely golden) which was cut a little above his shoulders and was slightly unruly. His face, like the rest of his body, was fairly dark skinned which, I assumed, he got from Maori blood in his mother's family, and he had the most amazing green eyes. Unlike many blind people whose eyes are rather lacklustre and unseeing, his eyes looked full of life and it was very difficult to believe that he could not see through them. He had a cute turned-up nose and dark luscious lips the colour of milk chocolate, and a neatly chiselled chin. His shapely neck sat on square, but not muscular shoulders which tapered to a narrow waist with just a tiny hint of fat around his belly, as though his puppy fat had not quite yet disappeared. He was wearing just a tee shirt and shorts (I remember thinking how well he would fit in with `my boys') and his arms and legs were slim with a downy covering of fine golden hair. His fingers were quite short, (but definitely not stubby) and similarly with his feet, his toes were also quite short, but very beautiful. In fact, beautiful was the word to describe him as a whole. He was not pretty. He was not handsome. He was beautiful. Molly said to him `Come in, Brian, and meet your cousin, he's sitting in the first armchair. Brian came in and stood directly in front of me, holding out his hand and said `Hello, I'm Brian'. I took his hand and shook it. I could hardly speak I felt so emotional, but I cleared my throat and managed to say `Hi Brian, I'm you cousin Bob'. `I'm so pleased to meet you' said Brian `Dad told me a little about you and he thought quite a lot of you. I gather you're going to keep an eye on me for the next few years.' I told him that I would be delighted to keep an eye on him and that I had possibilities in mind for the future, but that I would discuss these with him after I had spoken to Mr Makepeace and to Molly and Mike. `Brian sees with his fingers.' said Molly `Would you mind if he felt your face, that way he can `see' what you look like. I told them I'd be delighted. I opened my legs so he could come close to me, then put my hands on his slim waist and pulled him towards me. He placed his hands on the top of my head and slowly brought them down over my face, feeling each of my features in turn as he worked his way downwards over my face with his beautifully soft touch. Then he moved on to my neck and down to my shoulders. `They told me that you were in your fifties' he said `but you feel younger to me and your skin is nice and soft.' I thanked him for the compliment. `It's great to know you, cousin Bob' he said and hugged me. I returned the hug and told him that it was a real pleasure to meet him and that I was looking forward to getting to know him better. Just then his tutor arrived and we were introduced. He was a young, handsome man named Guy and I could see immediately that there was a great rapport between Brian and him. They were obviously great friends as well as tutor and pupil. I said to Brian that I was only on a flying visit and that I would be back in a week or two to outline my plans for the future after I had sorted things out. We hugged again and said our good-byes and he went upstairs with Guy. Molly said that she would telephone Mick as they had something that they wanted to discuss with me and with Mr Makepeace, but I suggested that we could meet up with Mike during his lunch break and perhaps we could have a meal together. Molly thought this a good idea and phoned to see what time Mike would be free. His lunch break was at noon and Mr Makepeace said he did not have to be back in the office until 2.30, so we set off to meet Mike. He was a prison warder at Parkhurst and we picked him up outside the prison and drove to a restaurant nearby. Over lunch (my treat) Mike explained that he was due for early retirement in a couple of months and that, although they thought the world Brian and loved him very much, they felt the time had come when they wanted to be alone, with no responsibilities and relax a little. He explained that although Brian was impeccably behaved and was no trouble at all, he was still a heavy responsibility and, heart-wrenching though it would be, the asked us if we could find alternative carers for him until he was of an age to look after himself. They told me that they had discussed this with Brian and that he quite understood their situation, but was, of course, a little apprehensive about his future. I was gobsmacked! I had already decided that I wanted cousin Brian to come and live with me, not for any reason other than that I felt it my duty to take care of him, after all, he was part of the family. I could not deny that he was beautiful, and that I was attracted to him, but these facts did not influence my decision to any great extent (alas I cannot say that they didn't influence me at all). I explained to them that I was already guardian to 15-year-old twins and that I thought it might well be possible for him to come and live with us, but that I would have to sound out the boys first and make sure that Brian was willing to move away from the island. And then there was the problem of tutoring. Molly said that Guy had come from the mainland especially to tutor Brian and that he would probably be willing to move back to the mainland to carry on his job. He was only living in rented accommodation so it would be no great upheaval for him. I left matters in the hands of Mr. Makepeace as regards tutoring and told Molly and Mike that I would speak to Brian when I next came to the island, but said that if he became anxious about his future they could tell him that there was a strong possibility that he would be coming to live with me and that I was making the necessary arrangements. I left the island late in the afternoon and arrived home mid-evening to a house full of naked men and boys eating pizza and playing Trivial Pursuit. They asked me how my trip had gone and what my legacy was. `I am now the proud owner of The Hermitage Centre for Naturism on the Isle of Wight. There was a brief silence then everybody laughed. `No, seriously' said Simon `what was it?' `I've told you' I said, `It's a sort of nudist holiday camp with a private beach' I said `Oh, boy' said Ben `When can we go and visit?' I laughed and told them that we could go to the island soon and everybody could see what I had inherited. `I have also sort of inherited a cousin as well' I told them and explained about Brian and his situation and sounded them out as regards the possibility of his coming to live with us. The twins were immediately enthusiastic and asked me all about him, what he looked like, what his hobbies were and how he coped with his blindness. I gave them as much information as possible and both of the twins said they would be delighted to have him live with us, as did Simon, so the only person we had to consult now was Jason who was running the pub with Ray that night. Jason was more than willing to have another teenager around the house and all four of them promised to help him out when necessary. `I don't suppose he's gay?' said Bill, voicing a subject which we had all pondered. `I have no idea' I replied. `That's a subject that we must let Brian broach' A few days later I had a call from Mr. Makepeace to tell me that Guy, the tutor, would be more than willing to return to the mainland and continue tutoring Brian and that Mollie and Mike had discussed the situation further and, subject to Brian's approval, they were more than happy for him to come to me. I told the twins that I would be visiting the island for a long weekend soon and asked them whether they would like to come with me. They jumped at the chance `But only if we can stay at the nudist colony' said Ben. `OK,' I said, `It's a deal' Life continued pretty much as usual for the next ten days with no visitors and nothing new in our daily lives. After Noble 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. The Colonel I hope you have enjoyed this, the thirty-third chapter of Simon The Backpacker. 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