Date: Mon, 18 Apr 2005 15:05:53 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 9

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This chapter is dedicated to Denis who emailed me and suggested the idea
for a youth club.  Thanks, Denis, keep the ideas coming!!


SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 9
By 'The Colonel'


Simon lay down beside Ben and I motioned to Bill that we should leave them
alone for a while.  It wasn't until now that Bill and I both realised that
we had been watching some of the most beautiful and erotic sex we had ever
seen, but neither of us was sporting an erection.  Neither of us felt
tempted to indulge in any sexual activity ourselves.  We had been
privileged to witness a sexual celebration between two people we both
loved, and whilst we had been drained emotionally, there was no physical
reaction, which was exactly as it should be.

Bill decided that he would go across the road and see how the Browns were
settling in, or so he said, but I thought that he was hoping to see Linda,
and maybe spend some time alone with her.

About half an hour later Ben and Simon came downstairs, fully dressed for
once, well shorts and tee-shirts, and Simon held up the key that I had
given him as if to say `what is this for?'

`Don't worry' I told him, `all will be revealed shortly.'

Simon went out into the garden to make sure that everything was ready for
the barbecue and Ben beckoned me into the sitting room.  He sat me on the
sofa and sat next to me.  He took my left hand in both of his, kissed me
gently on the lips and thanked me for being there when he lost his
virginity.

`It was an absolute joy to see you and Simon enjoying yourselves' I
replied.

He told me that after we had left them he and Simon had had a long
conversation regarding their feelings for one another and they agreed that,
like Simon and me, there would be no commitment between them, basically
because of Ben's sexual inexperience.  Simon did not feel that Ben was
ready to distinguish between love and infatuation.  Ben said that this had
hurt him at first, but when Simon explained his reasoning, Ben agreed that
Simon was right.  `Besides' said Ben `If I see someone at school who I
really fancy and get it together with them, I won't feel guilty about
betraying Simon.'

I pointed out that there was also the age difference to take into
consideration, as there was with Simon and me.  I said that I knew Simon
would have affairs with younger men than me, and that was only natural, and
I would not feel in the least betrayed.

Just then there was a ring at the door.  I knew this would be Simon's gift
arriving and asked Ben to answer the door.

`Special delivery for Mr. Valentine' I heard a voice say.  Ben went into
the garden to fetch Simon.  When they got back the delivery man gave Simon
a paper to sign, bur Simon said that he wasn't expecting any deliveries,
and asked what it was.

`Come outside and see for yourself' said the man.

Simon and Ben went out with him and there, sitting in the road was a little
white van bearing the legend:

SIMON'S SERVICES

Specialist in Gardening And General Maintenance

Telephone 98765 43210

I went up behind Simon and said `Try your key in the lock.'  He looked at
me in absolute bewilderment and put the key in the driver's door --
needless to say it fitted.

`Happy birthday, Simon' I said, taking the delivery sheet and signing it.

`Oh, Bob, said Simon, `I can't possibly accept this'

`Well, you'll need something to carry your tools around in' I said.

`But I don't have any tools' he said.

`Look behind you' I said, and there in the back of the van was a
comprehensive tool kit and enough gardening implements to get him started.
`The only thing I didn't manage to get was a lawn mower, but you can use
mine for the time being'.

He got out of the van and gave me a hug of thanks.  `I'll thank you
properly when we get in the house', he said, then looked proudly at the van
`but I don't recognise the phone number' he said

`Look in the glove box' I replied.  He leaned in and did so and there he
found a mobile phone.  `This way, people can phone you even when you're not
at home and you can make appointments with them and write them in your
diary.'

`Yes' he said `I'll have to get a diary'

`There's one on top of your tool box' I said.

`You seem to have thought of everything' he said

`Well', I said `aren't you going to take us for a drive?'

At this point Bill joined us and told us that he had a date with Linda the
following evening while her parents were having supper with the minister.
Then he saw the legend on the van and said `Simon's Services, huh, you
didn't need the van when you serviced Ben this afternoon.'

We all laughed and piled into the van, me in the passenger seat and the
boys in the back with the tools.  Simon drove us into town and we took the
opportunity to pick up a few bits and pieces then headed for home again.
Suddenly Simon brought the van to a halt at the side of the road.  `I've
just realised' he said `that I haven't got insurance!'

`All taken care of' I replied, `the cover note is in the post'.  Simon put
his hand on my knee and gave it a quick squeeze.  I looked at him and I
could see there were tears in his eyes.  `You'd better take us home while
you can still see' I said and within five minutes we were walking through
the front door.

`Now I can thank you properly' Simon said and he took me in his arms and
kissed me firmly on the lips.  Our tongues found each other and we were
oblivious of everything around us.  When we eventually parted, we looked at
the boys who were grinning from ear to ear.

`You guys look really good together' said Ben `and I don't feel in the
least bit jealous.'  I went to him and hugged him and thanked him for being
so thoughtful.

`Time for barbecue', said Simon sniffing away a tear.

Simon went to light the charcoal, the twins went into the kitchen to get
the salads and the wine and I went into the garage to get a few beers.

We sat around in a circle eating and drinking playing `footsie' with each
other with our bare feet.  We thoroughly enjoyed the food and all had far
too much to drink and were all reduced to the giggly stage of inebriation
when Bill suggested that Simon and Ben might want to sleep together, but
Ben insisted that they had no `unfinished business'

Well, said Simon `As it's my birthday, perhaps I can request that we all
sleep together again.'

We all thought this was an excellent idea and went inside.  We locked up
and went upstairs.  We put all our clothes in a pile on the floor, and
after the very necessary pees, we all piled into bed and laid our heads on
pillows stained with Simon's semen and Ben's semen and blood.  This
inevitably brought back memories of that afternoon, and this time it did
excite Bill and myself.  Ben and Simon joined in the fun and once again we
were a tangle of arms and legs, mouths and cocks and I really do believe
that we each pleasured all three of the others in one way or another and we
all fell asleep absolutely exhausted.

As we had all consumed copious amounts of liquid it was inevitable that
each of us would have to pee during the night.  Each time one of us went to
pee he had to disentangle himself, thus waking the other three and the
whole process of hugging, kissing etc. etc. started again.

Due to nocturnal activity and that fact that today was Saturday none of us
ventured far from my bedroom until almost noon.  The rain was persistent
and it looked as though it was in for the day.

We decided between us that the best thing to do was stay put in the house
and try to entertain ourselves.  As usual we were none of us overdressed,
in fact we were in our normal naked state so you can imagine what sort of
entertainment we made from time to time, especially as the boys would be
back at school on Monday and Simon would be out and about `servicing' he
village, which meant that we would be unable to spend as much time
together.

I was putting clean linen on my bed when the doorbell rang.  Everybody else
scooted upstairs to put some clothes on, so I slipped on my dressing gown
and went down to open the door.  On the doorstep stood a rather bedraggled
David carrying a folder.

`Hi, Colonel', he said `sorry to burst in on you.'

`That's OK' I said `You'll have to forgive my state of undress but we were
celebrating Simon's birthday yesterday and it was rather a late night for
us all.  Anyway, what can I do for you?'

`Well,' he said `I've noticed that my kids are getting a bit bored as
there's not much to do in the village and one of my projects at my last
church was to get a youth club up and running, so I've just been to see the
local minister to see if I can do the same here.  He said that he thought
there would be a lot of support, not only here but from the surrounding
villages as well.'

`I'm sure there would be and I'm sure the boys would be very interested.'

`Interested in what?  Sorry, hello Mr. Brown' said Bill as he and Ben came
through the door.

I explained David's idea about the youth club and the boys were delighted
with the idea.

`But what I really came here for' said David `is to see if you can help me
out.  Although I would be in overall charge of the club I need somebody
from outside the church to help me.  Then if any of the kids have a problem
which they feel they don't want to talk to "the church" about, there would
be someone else, an independent counsellor if you like, to help them sort
out their problems.  I just wondered if you might get involved.' He said to
me.

`Well, I think I might be a bit long in the tooth' I said, `but the answer
to your little problem may be upstairs right now.'

I called Simon and he came down now dressed in the regulation shorts and
tee shirt.  I explained David's idea to him and he immediately agreed to
help out.  He said that he had had previous experience in mentoring (Ben
for one) and that he thought this was a brilliant idea.

They shook hands and David went off happily, saying that he would discuss
it further with the minister at supper that evening.

We all knew what the others were thinking, that this would bring them in
touch with other kids their own age and who knows where this might lead?

Well, you'll have to wait until a future chapter to find out.

The next chapter will be a one-off all about The Colonel's past and was
suggested by John from Palm Springs.  The storyline will pick up again in
chapter 11.

Also, I have become increasingly aware that some of the expressions I use
are unfamiliar to you.  Well, being from `Little Old England' I suppose
this was inevitable, but if you need an explanation just get in touch.

Thanks again for the idea, Denis


The Colonel


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