Date: Tue, 12 Apr 2005 08:12:06 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 4

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SIMON THE BACKPACKER -- Part 4
By `The Colonel'



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

We met up in the hall a short time later and the boys seemed really excited
about going out for the day.  We popped next door and told Tony, their
father, that we would not be around today and he insisted on giving the
boys some spending money.

We climbed into the Jaguar and the boys were pestering me to tell them
where we were going and in the end I had to tell them.  `We're off to Alton
Towers' I said.

`Brilliant,' they responded `how long will it take us to get there?'

`Well,' I said, `there shouldn't be too much traffic on the road and it is
motorway most of the way.  I imagine we'll be there at about 11 o'clock, or
just after.'

The boys settled down in the back for the journey and opened up the travel
Scrabble which is kept permanently in the back of the car.  After an hour
or so, they got bored and started asking how much longer the journey would
be (as kids do).  `Well,' said Simon, `it might take a little longer than
we expected because I have to ask Bob to stop at the next services because
I need a pee urgently.'

The boys laughed, as we had just passed a sign saying the next services
were not for another 22 miles, and we were approaching one of the busiest
parts of the motorway.  Traffic, inevitably, slowed to a crawl in places
and Simon was getting more and more desperate.  He did not want me to pull
over so he could pee on the hard shoulder as this meant that he would be in
full view of the (slowly) passing traffic.

Eventually we reached the next services and by this time he was in a
dreadful state.  He was sweating, shaking and he had a real stiffie from
the need to pee.

I parked as close to the services building as possible and he half ran,
half hobbled out of sight, trying somehow to hide his erection at the same
time (remember, he doesn't wear underpants).  This caused the twins to
dissolve into fits of laughter and I thought that if they weren't careful
they might pee their pants.  I remarked as such, only to be told that they
had decided to `go commando' and weren't wearing any pants under their
shorts.

`Well', I said `at least that will save on the laundry.

Simon was some time getting himself `sorted out' and I took the opportunity
to chat to the boys, during which time I learned that the reason they slept
in the same bed last night is that they had always done this at home.
Their parents had bought single beds for them once, but they had become so
used to sleeping together that they carried on doing so.  This resulted in
the single beds being exchanged for a double.

At long last Simon returned with a sheepish grin on his face and a damp
patch on the front of his shorts.  `So you didn't make it!' I said

`I got as far as the entrance to the gents and I just couldn't hold it any
longer.  I managed to whip out my cock as I started to pee and dived for
the nearest urinal.  I think the first spurt landed in my shorts and the
second on the floor, and the chap next to me gave me a very funny look,
especially as there was plenty of room further down and I didn't really
have to stand next to him.  He probably thought I was some sort of pervert.

`You are' the three of us said in unison and the four of us had a really
good laugh as we pulled away.

`There he is' said Simon pointing to a car approaching from the side.  We
all laughed again and got an extremely strange look from Simon's peeing
partner.

Once on the motorway again it did not take us long to get to Alton Towers
and we got parked very close to the entrance.

I paid for all of us to go in and the boys immediately started arguing what
they should go on first.

`You can decide for yourselves what you want to do', I said `You have your
Dad's pocket money and if you run out, then come and see me for some more.
Simon and I are going to have a coffee over there and we'll probably be
there for the next hour.  Then we'll have a walk round and find you.  If we
haven't met up by three o'clock we'll rendezvous at the Corkscrew'.

With that the boys disappeared from sight and Simon and I made our way to
the tea rooms.

Over our tea, and during our subsequent walk I suggested to Simon that he
might try to spend some time with Ben and answer any questions he might
have about his sexuality.  After all, there might just be some things he
wouldn't even discuss with his twin.  I stressed that Simon should not make
any overtures to Ben, but if Ben was asking questions that maybe needed a
`demonstration', then I had no objection.

We found the boys just getting off the `Ripsaw' and suggested that we have
a mid afternoon snack, then we could pick up a fish and chip supper on the
way home.  This met with approval all round, and we returned to the tea
rooms.  I explained to the boys what I had outlined to Simon and both Bill
and Ben thought that this was a great idea. `I must stress that if you find
yourselves, either of you, being asked to do something you don't want to,
you must say so immediately, and IT WILL STOP', I assured them.

They nodded seriously, then Ben said `How about if Simon and I sleep
together tonight.  Then we can be comfortable and close and discuss
anything I might want help with.'

`Yes, said Bill, a cracking idea, then I can sleep with you, Bob, and then
you won't miss Simon in your bed.  Simon and I looked at each other and
laughed.

`It looks as though you've got it all sorted out,' said Simon, `but you
must both remember that Bob and I are both gay and you are both very
handsome boys and we are both very attracted to you.  We have to be careful
that we don't overstep the mark, so you MUST stop us if either of us does
anything AT ALL to upset either of you.'

Wow, I thought.  That was probably the longest speech I have ever heard
Simon make, and I could tell that he really meant it, but I did have to
cast a look around in case we had been overheard, but as it was midweek and
school term time there were very few people about.

We set the boys free again and said that we would meet up at the main exit
at 5.30pm (closing time).

Simon and I chatted for the rest of the afternoon and I suggested that the
following day he might like to get some work under way in the garden, and
that perhaps the twins might help him.  He thought this was a good idea and
said that he had made a sketch of the garden and had one or two suggestions
to improve what was there already.  I said that we would look at it
together first thing in the morning.

At 5.30 sharp we met up with the boys at the main gate and I suggested that
Simon might like to drive home.  `Can I sit in the front with him?' asked
Ben.

OK I said and climbed into the back with Bill.

`Before we start off, does anyone need a pee?' I asked.

Everybody laughed and assured me that they did not.  We set off for the
drive home and Bill edged towards me on the back seat, so I put my arm
around his shoulders and he snuggled into me and very soon was sound
asleep.

The journey home was fairly uneventful until Bill sleepily put his hand in
my lap, causing my cock to immediately spring to life.  Ben happened to
catch sight of this and said `Looks as though you're already practicing for
tonight'

`Oh, no', I said, not if Bill's the straight one.

`Yes, he's straight, said Ben, `but he still likes to mess around a bit,
and you have to have some way of getting rid of an unwanted erection.'

`Ah,' I thought `this could prove interesting.

When we got close to home I directed Simon to the nearest chippie and asked
him to get the supper as Bill was still asleep and I was still incredibly
horny.

`There's some money in the glove box that I keep there for emergencies.'

Twenty minutes later we were home and I was about to carry a very sleepy
Bill into the house when his dad popped his head out of the pub.  `That
must be Bill', he said `he used to be travel-sick when he was small, but
all he does now is fall asleep with the motion of the car.

I nodded and just then Bill stirred.  I put him down on his feet and he ran
and hugged his dad.  Moments later Ben came back out of the house and
joined in the hug.  It was lovely to watch.

`How's Mum?'  they asked in unison

`Not too bad,' said Tony, `They've put her on some strong medication and
the pain is a lot easier.  They may let her home in a day or two, but
she'll have to take it easy and then later on go back into hospital for an
operation'

`I'll take the boys to see her tomorrow evening' I offered.

`Oh, thanks,' said Tony `She's really missing all the kids.  Anyway, you'd
all better get inside because I think I saw Simon with fish and chips.
Don't let them get cold.  Oh, and by the way there won't be any school
until Friday, so I'm afraid you're stuck with them until then.'

`OK,' I said, `they can help Simon tomorrow with the gardening.  The
weather forecast is warm and sunny, so they can work on their sun tans at
the same time.'

With that, we went indoors and had our fish and chips.  Both of the boys
were very tired so they went up to bed early, had their showers and went to
bed to await Simon and me.

We sampled a bottle of wine before we went up and discussed just how far we
should go with the boys if the opportunity arose, and agreed that oral sex
would be OK, but anal sex was definitely out, even if the boys asked for
it.

That settled, we went upstairs and showered together in the guest bathroom,
had a little hug, kissed each other goodnight and went to join our
respective bedfellows.

Bill appeared to be asleep as I crawled into bed, but something seemed to
be amiss as I raised the bedclothes.  Surely, that mole was on the wrong
buttock!  `There's no point in trying to confuse me, Ben.' I said.  The bed
started shaking as he laughed and we both walked through the bathroom to
Simon's room and he was snuggled up in bed next to Bill.  `You've got the
wrong twin', I said.

`You little buggers.' Said Simon and playfully smacked Bill's bum.

`Ow,' said Bill Jokingly, `now Bob will have to rub it and kiss it better
for me.'

`My pleasure', I said and carried out his wishes.  Oh, that gorgeous smell
of freshly showered boy!!  I had to make a run for the bed before my
erection got the better of me.  Bill climbed in beside me and assumed the
`spoons' position and there we stayed until we fell asleep.

I was awakened in the early hours by something hard in the small of my
back.  It only took a second to work out that this was Bill's erection.  I
turned over so we were face to face and hugged him close to me so I could
feel his hardness against my softness.  It did not take long for my cock to
start growing and I gently rubbed myself against him and gently kissed his
lips.

`You're bigger than Ben', he mumbled, `and you need a shave'.

I laughed gently and kissed him a little more.  He moved on to his side and
took my cock gently in his hand and started those well-known slow back and
forth motions.  I made satisfied noises and settled down for a little
entertainment.

He maintained his slow-motion stimulation and kissed me oh, so lightly on
the cheek, which started that all too familiar stirring in my loins.  I
started to moan, but Bill continued in slow motion which gave me even
greater pleasure than normal.

It wasn't long before my back was arching and I shot my load all over our
chests and stomachs.  Bill carried on his massage until it started to
become painful, and I asked him to stop.  As we lay there quietly we could
hear sounds from Simon's room filtering through the bathroom.

It was rather obvious that Ben was being brought off by Simon, but was not
having an easy time of it.  Simon was bringing him to the brink, and then
easing off again.  We heard this happen several times until Ben was
begging, pleading to be allowed to cum.

`You bastard, Ben was saying, `Let me cum NOW, I can't stand it any longer.
You have to let me cum oh, oh, ooooooooooooooh.'

Bill and I got out of bed and tiptoe through the bathroom, only to find Ben
showering Simon with kisses and saying `thank you, thank you ... thank you,
thank you...thank you, thank you.

We laughed and they were suddenly aware of our presence.  `Hell, guys',
said Ben, `can't a pair of chaps make love in peace?'

`Peace', laughed Bill, `We though that you were at least being tortured in
here judging by the noise.

`Well', said Ben, `judging by the amount of cum on your bodies you haven't
done too badly yourselves'

We smiled and decided that a hasty retreat was probably the best course of
action, so we bade them sweet dreams and went back to my (our?) room.

Once in bed we cuddled up together and I asked Bill if I could do something
for him as he had already pleasured me.

Well, I've only ever had one blow job, and that was from a girl at our last
birthday party, but she had big teeth and it was a rather painful
experience.

`Lie back then', I said, `and we'll soon put that right.

I took his now soft cock gently in one hand and fingered his balls with the
other.  It did not take too long to get him hard again, and then I slowly
worked down his body with my kisses, stopping at each nipple and his navel
on the way.  By the time I got to my destination he was very hard indeed
and the end of his cock was a deep purple in colour, so I knew that it
would not take much for him to cum.

I gently licked the length of his cock and took each ball gently into my
mouth in turn.  From his moans, I thought he might even cum before I got
him in my mouth, but no, he managed to hold out a little longer.

I licked the pre-cum from his slit and slowly took the first couple of
inches in my mouth and played my tongue around the end. He was almost
squealing with delight at this stage. As I took the rest of his cock in my
mouth, his orgasm started and he shot his load straight in the back of my
throat with a shouts of YES, YES, YES.  His cum was a little saltier that
Simon's, and not such a great quantity, so I swallowed it with ease.  All
the noise had obviously disturbed the others as we were rewarded with a
round of applause from the doorway.

`Ha Ha Ha!' I said sarcastically. `Isn't that the pot calling the kettle
black?'  We all laughed and I invited them to join us for the rest of the
night, so we made up the same `sandwich' as previously and fell asleep, a
mass of intermingled arms and legs (and erections!)



Well, that's it for now as if I don't go to bed now, I'll not be fit for
anything in the morning.

Please join me again soon for the next installment.
The Colonel


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