Date: Wed, 13 Apr 2005 19:10:21 EDT
From: RosciusAtrox@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 5

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SIMON THE BACKPACKER -- Part 5
By `The Colonel'


`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!)

We all slept late the next morning and when we woke up we each visited the
bathroom to pee and then climbed back into bed.

As we were all sporting erections it seemed only sensible to do something
about them, so once again we became a mass of arms and legs, cocks and
mouths and I'm not quite sure who did what to whom in the end.  I only know
that we were all satisfied.  We shared the two showers, the boys in the
guest bathroom and Simon and me in the en suite, and those of us who were
old enough had a shave.

Downstairs we set the boys to make a pot of tea and a pile of bacon
sandwiches while Simon and I had a look at his drawings and discussed his
plans for the garden.

None of us had yet dressed as we were undecided as yet as to what we would
be doing.

I OK'd Simon's plans and he and the boys dressed in shorts and trainers so
they could work on their sun tans while they got on with the gardening.

I opted to go into town and do the shopping, then go into the garden centre
and pick up a few bits and pieces that Simon needed.

While I was in the Butcher's I bumped into Deidre, who is Tony's cook, and
she told me that the new owners of Minack Cottage, which was directly
opposite my house, would be moving in today.  The cottage had been on the
market for a couple of months, the previous owners having got too old and
frail to look after themselves and moved into sheltered accommodation.  She
told me that they were a Mr and Mrs Brown and that they had two children.
`How do you know all this?' I asked, (but really knowing the answer) `The
jungle drums have been beating all morning.' She told me.

When I got home Simon and the boys had made great inroads into the garden,
and the lawn had been mowed, the flower beds weeded and the shrubs cut back
to a manageable level.  I told them about the new people moving in across
the road and the boys were curious as to any new friends they might make,
but I was unable to tell them any more that Deidre had told me.

We went into the kitchen and I made them all a cold drink and a light snack
to keep them going.  We heard the sound of a lorry outside and went through
to the living room at the front of the house to spy on our new neighbours
through the curtains.

The removal lorry was not very big, and behind it a smart new Mercedes was
pulling up.  Out of it came two adults, (a man and a woman) a girl a little
younger than the twins and a boy about the same age as the twins with his
right arm in plaster.  They walked towards the house and the man let
himself in with a key.  So, these were my new neighbours.  Not very
remarkable except for one thing ... they were the first black family
in the village!

`Wow', the boys said, and Ben added `We've never had any black friends
before.  I hope that they'll make friends easily.'

`Yes, said Bill, she looks to be quite a sweetie'.

They went back out into the garden and I wandered across the road to
introduce myself.  It turned out that Mr. Brown (David) was a Doctor, and
would be looking for somewhere locally to set up in practise.  Mrs. Brown
(Mary) had been a secretary before they moved, but was looking forward to
working with her husband as his receptionist.  Their daughter, Linda, who
was about to celebrate her fourteenth birthday was, indeed, stunningly
pretty and their son, Matthew, who had just turned fifteen, was very
handsome and athletically built.  He had broken his arm in a fall from a
horse and was likely to be in plaster for some time.  I made my departure
assuring them that if there was anything I could help with, I was just
across the road and they should not hesitate to come over.  They thanked me
and said they might need some bits and pieces as there was a second removal
lorry that had broken down en route and could not be fixed until the
following day.

I went back and reported to the others, then went to see Tony in the pub to
see if there was any more news of school and to ask where in the hospital
to find Moira.  I had a quick pint and returned home.

The gardeners were getting on with things and I must say I was impressed
with their efforts.  I was just admiring their sweaty bodies when the
doorbell rang.

When I opened the front door, there stood David Brown.  `You're going to
think we're the neighbours from hell,' he said.  `We've only been here half
a day and already I'm knocking on your door to ask a huge favour.'

At this point the garden crew appeared in the hall behind me.  `Oh!' said
David `I didn't realise you had a family, I thought you said you lived
alone.'

I told him that normally I did and that Simon was staying with me for a
while as my gardener/handyman, and that I was putting up the twins because
their mother was in hospital, and about the storm and the school being
closed.

`Perhaps I'm out of luck then', he said `but I was going to ask if the
children could sleep here tonight because their beds are on the lorry which
has broken down.

I scratched my head as Ben's voice behind me said `If the boy doesn't mind
coming in with us, Colonel, and then the girl could have our room, we could
have Simon's room and he could come in with you.'

`The situation seems to have resolved itself.' I said (not mentioning that
this would put Simon and me in the same bed.) `But this would mean the
three boys sleeping in a double bed, but it is a king-size.'

Well, beggars can't be choosers,' said David `It won't do any harm for the
boys to sleep together, and it's better than sleeping on the floor, but I'm
afraid that with his arm in plaster Matthew may need some help with
dressing and undressing and so forth, and he does have a particular problem
with his y-fronts and his jeans as they have button flies, and it is very
difficult left-handed.'

`I don't mind helping him', piped up Ben (`I'll bet you don't', I thought)
`And Bill can help his sister if she has any problems.'

`That's very thoughtful of you, boys' said David. `I'll send them over
later.'

`Why don't you all come over to dinner and we can all get to know one
another' I suggested.

`Weeeellll, if it's not too much trouble' he said.

`Not at all, I insist!' I said. `We should be back from the hospital by
6.30, so come over then and we'll have a drink before dinner.  Please don't
bother to dress up to the nines, come as you are'.

`It's a date.' He said, smiling, as he turned to go back home. `Who would
have thought that I'd find such a good neighbour on our first day here?'

`OK' I said to my crew `I've got a huge home-made casserole in the freezer,
so that takes care of dinner, which means there's time to do a little more
work in the garden.'

`Oh, no', said Ben `I want plenty of time to get washed and changed for our
visitors'

`You mean for Matthew' I said.  Ben blushed but did not deny my reasoning.
`OK boys' Up you go and make everything ready for your guests.  You can
strip the bed which has been used in your room and Simon's bed and put
fresh bedding on, then get yourselves showered and spruced up for this
evening.'

Two very excited young lads charged up the stairs as I turned to Simon,
gave him a big hug and said `It looks like your mentoring will be paying
off tonight, as long as Matthew plays ball.'

`Or plays with Ben's balls' Simon laughed.  Our hug turned into a kiss,
which turned into a groping contest, resulting in two huge erections, which
caused two very excited grown men to follow the two very excited young lads
up the stairs and then into my (our) bedroom.

I won't go into detail, but suffice to say that the earth shook vigorously
beneath our love making, which lasted for nearly an hour.

Eventually two very smart boys came through the en suite and stood watching
as we both came for the third time.

`Don't you two ever get tired of sex?' said Bill

`No', grinned Simon `We just get tired AFTER sex'

`Not today,' I said, `we don't have time'.

We got out of bed and I asked the boys what they were most looking forward
to tonight.

`I think that's rather obvious from my point of view', said Ben, `I've only
seen Matthew from a distance, but I'm looking forward to seeing a lot more
of him, especially as I've never seen a black boy's body before.  I'll
undress him very slowly as far as his underpants, then I'll see how the
land lies, or how his cock lies, before I decide whether or not to go for
naked or leave it there.'

I told him that I thought he was very wise and that his erection was
showing prominently inside his trousers.  `It will be tonight as well' he
said with a hungry smile on his face.

`What about you, Bill?'  I asked

`Oh, I'll just play it cool and say to Linda that if she gets lonely or
frightened sleeping in a strange village in a strange bed she is to come
and get me immediately, and I'll keep her company.  Then as we haven't made
up the second bed, I'll have to get in with her.'

`You both seem to have it well worked out', said Simon

`Yes', said Ben `our imaginations have been working overtime.  So much so
that we had to give each other a blow job!  I think you called it a
sixty-nine, Simon.  I did it with you, but we've never done it to each
other before.  It was great! Thanks for the lesson.'

`You're welcome.' said Simon whose cock was stirring again `Id better go
and get a shower before I have to have a sixty-nine with Bob'.

`Likewise, I said and followed Simon in.

`Now, behave yourselves in there, said Bill, `and don't do anything we
wouldn't.'

`Cheeky bugger', I called back as I gave Simon's cock a tweak, and laughed.

We showered, dressed and while I took the boys hospital visiting I asked
Simon to defrost the casserole in the microwave, have a quick tidy round
and lay the table.

There was white wine chilling in the fridge, and I had opened a couple of
bottles of Merlot so they had plenty of time to `breathe'.

Moira looked very pale and weak when we arrived, but after ten minutes with
the twins the colour was coming back into her cheeks and she was a little
more animated.  She thanked me profusely for having the boys and commented
on how wee and smart they looked, so I told her that they we being perfect
house guests, and that they had `dressed themselves up' for our new
neighbours.  Tony had told her on the phone of their arrival, and I filled
in some details for her.

As time wore on Moira started to look a little tired, so I shepherded the
boys out and as we were leaving one of the nurses commented on how
well-behaved they had been, and how much better their mother looked for
seeing them.

We drove home and arrived just as the Browns were crossing the road.

`Perfect timing, I said.  `Let's pop in `The Royal Standard' for a drink,
my treat'.

When we got in the pub I introduced the Browns to Tone and instructed him
not to take any money off them, the drinks were on me.  `I'll have large
Vodka and Grapefruit Juice, the rest of you order your own, or you'll get
nothing.' I laughed.  I did a tour of the bar with David and Mary,
introducing them as we went and left the boys with the junior Browns to get
to know one another.  I overheard Ben explaining who was looking after
whom.  He really wanted to make sure that Matthew came to him if he needed
anything.

`They seem like a nice crowd', said David, `I hope it doesn't get too rowdy
at closing time or it might disturb us over the road.'

`Far from it,' I said, `Tony's got the all so well trained that even I
don't hear them and I'm next door.'

We made small talk as we finished our drinks and transferred to the house.

Simon had made a lovely job of laying the table and the casserole smelled
beautiful.

I saw Matthew whisper in Ben's ear and they disappeared upstairs.  When
they came back down a few minutes later, Ben was grinning from ear to ear,
looking like the cat that'd got the cream and Matthew was looking sheepish,
but satisfied.

The meal was uneventful, but during conversation it transpired that Davis
was not only a doctor, but also a lay preacher, and he had some very
definite views on sex.  He believed that sex should only take place within
marriage and that homosexuality was evil.

Those of us who thought differently did not argue the point as we knew that
if we did it would put an end to our plans for that night.

After dinner we continued our chat for a while, but by 9 o'clock the Brown
family were all yawning as it had been a long and arduous day for them.
David and Mary decided it was time to go home, so we wished them goodnight
and David said again how grateful he was for us putting the children up for
the night and he knew he could trust us all implicitly with his children.
I gave them a bottle of wine to take with them and suggested that perhaps
they should start their first night in their new home with a little
romance.

David started to stammer a reply, but Mary gave me a lascivious smile,
winked at me, and almost dragged David across the road.

As I closed the front door, we all breathed a sigh of relief and poured
ourselves (all of us) another glass of wine.

`Your dad certainly has some strong opinions,' I said, `they don't all
appear to be shared by the whole family ...?'

`Dad's okay', said Matthew (or Matt, as he preferred to be called), `But
once he puts on his preachers hat there's no stopping him and you're right,
his opinions are not the same as the rest of the family.'

Matt yawned and Linda joined in with him, so I suggested that we all have a
shower and retire for the night.  We allocated the guest bathroom solely to
Linda and all of us males would share the en suite.  `Bags I first shower'
said Bill and dashed up the stairs.

We managed to tape some polythene around Matt's plaster cast so it wouldn't
get wet in the shower and that Ben should shower with him just in case of
any difficulties.

The two boys went upstairs and Ben undressed Matt slowly.  He had already
helped Matt with his flies and disengaged his cock from his Y-fronts
earlier on, so that part of his body held no surprises, but he was
delighted to see that Matt's walnut coloured body was hairless above the
waist, and his pubic hair was in very, very tight curls, and felt rather
like a scouring pad.

One they were both naked they shouted to Bill that he had been in there for
long enough.  Bill exited the shower and took the opportunity to get a good
look at Matt's naked body.  `Wow', he thought, `if his sister's body is
half as beautiful I'll be well pleased.'

Bill came into my room and gave me a hug -- he damp from the shower and
smelling extremely appetising, and me fully clothed.  I suggested that he
might wear pyjamas in case Linda woke him during the night for any reason.
`Oh no,' he said `That's half the fun -- she'll have to take me as she
finds me.'

I followed him into Simon's room, where the boys were to sleep, and he
climbed into bed.  He called to Linda in the next room, and she came
through wearing a modest nightie, but still looking quite sexy (remember, I
still have bisexual tendencies).

`Just to let you know,' said Bill, `I'll be on this side of the bed if you
need me during the night.  Linda thanked him and asked where the others
were.  We told her that they were in the shower and that perhaps she should
make herself scarce as they would be naked when they returned.

`I haven't seen my brother's naked body since I was three years old' she
said.  `That's one thing dad is very particular about.'

`Well,' I said, `Bill and Ben wander about naked first thing in the morning
so be prepared for a shock.  In fact Bill is naked under the covers now.'

`Oh, yes', she said unbelievingly, and Pulled back the duvet.  When she
realised that I wasn't fibbing, she gave a little squeal and dropped the
duvet, but she showed no signs of running away.  Then she very gently took
the duvet once again and took a good long loom at Bill's body.  For obvious
reasons, Bill's manhood was beginning to stir and was well on the way to
full erection when we heard a giggle from the bathroom doorway.

Bill and Matt were standing there naked in what I call the `half-hard and
playful' state with their arms around each other's shoulders.  Linda
immediately dropped the duvet and looked closely at the two boys.

`Well, little bro', she said, `you've certainly grown in the last ten
years.'

It's very difficult to say, but I think Matt blushed and tried to hide his
embarrassment.  `No,' she said `Don't hide it away; you have a lovely body
-- every bit of it.'  They stood there looking at each other, brother and
sister, with huge, beaming smiles on their faces.

`Hello', I thought, `Is there a possibility of some future incest here?
Daddy only approves of sex within marriage, but at least that alternative
would keep it in the family'.

`OK,' I said, `let's all get to bed.'

As Simon and I were getting undressed for the shower we heard Matt ask Ben
to help him on with his pyjamas.

`Certainly not', said Ben `If you want them on you'll have to put them on
yourself.'

`Does that mean that you want me to sleep naked?' he asked.

`Not only naked' said Ben `but you're going to be the filling in our
sandwich.'

When I peeped in thirty seconds later, half the bed was empty and they were
all nicely in the `spoons' position with hand moving gently under the
duvet. `Well,' I thought, `that looks as though they might enjoy themselves
tonight.'

Simon and I had our usual fun and games in the shower and slipped into bed
for another great sex session.  For two men who are not committed to one
another, we sure spend a lot of time making love!!


Well, time to go again, but don't miss the next chapter, when I do my
morning rounds and find out who is in bed with whom!!


The Colonel


This is the fourth chapter in this story and I would be REALLY PLEASED to
receive any feedback from you.  I know where this story is going over the
next couple of chapters, but if you have any suggestions as to future
plots, please e-mail me.

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