Date: Tue, 9 Aug 2005 06:26:45 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Colonel's Menage 3

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THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO RON WHO CAME UP WITH THE IDEA OF SEX IN THE
FOG.



THE COLONEL'S MENAGE CHAPTER 3 By 'The Colonel



I turned in myself at about 10:45 and could hear the boys still chatting
next door.  I got into bed naked as usual, and about ten minutes later
Brian came in and asked me if I was awake.  I said I was and he told me
that he had no nightwear with him and asked me what he should do.  I told
him, like me, to `do without', so he jumped into bed next to me, gave me a
huge hug and said `I love you Cuz.'

`I love you too, Brian' I said and turned over, lest things should develop
then. Even though it was getting very warm, he spooned up to me and was
asleep almost immediately.  Later in the night I was aware of his hard
little cock pressing in between the cheeks of my arse and he was mumbling
something unintelligible, obviously dreaming.  I smiled to myself and
drifted off again until daylight woke me at around seven o'clock.

I was suddenly aware that I was alone in bed and thought that Brian had
probably gone in with Bill and Ben, but when I checked their room it was
empty.

I went downstairs and made myself a cup of coffee and when I looked out of
the window I was not surprised to see a thick mist rolling past, obviously
blowing in from the sea, but the temperature was sky high, so I knew that
we were in for a very hot and sunny day once the mist cleared.

My coffee finished I went out for a breath of fresh air and wandered
towards the beech.  There was nobody about yet, probably because of the
mist, so I thought I might wander down and relieve my early morning
erection among the dunes.  I found a nice secluded spot and started
stroking myself gently when I thought I heard a muffled cry in the
distance.  Not wishing to be found out in my aroused state, but concerned
that somebody may be in distress, I got up and slowly walked in the
direction where the sound appeared to have come from.  Visibility was
particularly bad here and I could hardly see my hand in front of my face
(or wrapped around my cock as it was).  Just as I stepped around the next
dune the mist parted temporarily and I spotted the twins and Brian briefly
before they were once again enveloped in the mist cloud.  >From the brief
glimpse I got, I knew that the twins had been introducing Brian into the
wonders of masturbation as all three had been hard and one of the twins
(not sure which) was licking what appeared to be Brian's cum from his
stomach.

I skirted around the area where I had seen them in the hopes that
visibility would be better from the other side.  I found a convenient spot
to spy from and peeped over the top of a rock to find the three boys had
rearranged themselves, Ben lying on his back with Brian's hand on his hard
cock, and Bill sitting with Brian in between his splayed legs facing the
same way with Bill's arms right around him playing with his nipples.
Brian's cock was hard and considerably bigger than when he was soft,
probably about 7½ inches and dripping precum.  The cum which I had seen Ben
licking from him before had evidently been someone else's.

>From time to time Brian put his free hand down between his legs and gave
himself a stroke.

`Why did you lick Bill's sperm off me?' I heard Brian asking Ben.  Ben
replied that he and his twin often drank each other's cum and both enjoyed
the taste immensely.  `When I cum, will you want to taste mine?' Brian
asked.

`Try and stop us' said the twins together and laughed.

`I've always just wiped it off and flushed it down the loo' said Brian `but
I suppose I ought to taste it myself really.'

`If you keep on rubbing my dick the way you are, you'll be able to taste
mine soon' said Ben.

`Do you want me to stop?' asked Brian.

`NO Ben almost shouted, `you have a lovely light touch and which I find
very erotic'.

Bill started to shuffle out from behind Brian, but a sudden breeze
enshrouded the boys in mist once again and by the time it had cleared Bill
had Brian's cock in his mouth.

Brian looked as though he was halfway to paradise.  His eyes were closed,
his breathing shallow and his lips with that satisfied smile on them.
`This is all so new to me and all sooooo niiiiice' he said `I think I could
stay here for ever if you keep doing that to me.'

Well, we'd better not stay for too long other wise Bob will wonder what
we're up to' said Bill.

`Oh' said Ben `I think he'll probably guess exactly what we're up to.'

`I don't have to guess, I can see for myself' I said exposing myself (if
you'll pardon the expression) to the boys.

Bill and Ben immediately went into hoots of laughter but Brian, being so
far unused to my attitude towards sex, tried to hide his aroused state by
standing behind them.

I took him by the hand, turned him towards me and said `Brian, please,
please do not worry.  This is just a normal healthy part of growing up.
Boys have been doing this since evolution first gave them a penis and
they'll be doing it until the end of the world, or until mother nature
gives them something better to play with.'

Brian smiled and said `Thanks Cuz, I've really been enjoying it with the
twins and I'd like it very much if we could carry on.'

`I'll leave you in peace' I said `but just be careful that you don't get
caught out.'

I left them to carry on playing and returned to my original sand dune and
started to carry on where I had left off.  I had been stroking for a few
minutes when out of the mist appeared a lad of about 17 who seemed to be in
a great hurry and was trying his hardest to stop crying.  Unfortunately he
tripped over my outstretched leg and landed in a heap at my feet.  He
looked up and made as if to run away.  `Whoa' I said, `What on earth is the
matter?'

`They're after me' he said `those men from the next chalet are after me.'

I asked him why they should be after him and he told me that they were a
party of gay men and they had been making lewd suggestions every time they
caught him when his parents were not around, and now they were after him
for sex.

`Calm down' I told him `and let me deal with them.'

`What can you do about it' he asked.

`Well, you just happen to have tripped over the owner of `The Hermitage'
and as such I have a certain amount of sway when it comes to what goes on
here.  Have you told your parents about what has been happening? I asked.

`No' he said `Dad already suspects that I am gay and if I tell him what's
been happening he'll think I've been encouraging them.

`I see' I said `And you really have not given them any encouragement?'

`Oh no' he said `I really don't fancy any of them...oh shit, now you
know that my dad is right in his suspicions.'

`Well, don't let that worry you, I'm gay as well.  Leave things with me er
... what's your name by the way?'

`Sorry, my name's Philip, Philip Stone'

`Leave things with me Philip, I'll have a word with the site manager and
we'll try to get rid of them without any unpleasantness but we'll phone the
police if we have to have them removed forcibly.  In the meantime I suggest
that you carry on in this direction and you will come across three boys a
little younger than yourself.  Tell them that I sent you to hang about with
them.  Tell them what's going on and that I'm dealing with it.  If you tell
me what number chalet you're in I'll let your family know where you are and
what is going on.

`Thanks, we're in number 12 and the other men are in number 13' said Philip
and wandered off in the direction of `my boys'.

I went to the site office and found Frank making out some bills.  `While
you're doing that, Frank, can you make out a bill for number thirteen,
they've been hassling the young lad in number twelve and I'm going to tell
them to leave the site.  What are your relations like with the local
police?'

`The police have always been very supportive of us' said Frank, `they know
that we run a tight ship here and that nothing untoward is going on.  If we
have to call them, which is very rarely, they always come promptly and sort
things out for us.'

`Well, I hope it won't come to that' I said and took the bill with me to
number thirteen.

I knocked, and the door was opened by a man of around forty with dyed blond
hair and matching ear and nipple rings and one of the longest dicks I have
ever seen.  I told him that a complaint had been made and that I wanted him
and his friends to pack their bags forthwith and leave the site.  I
presented him with the bill and told him to settle it in the office on the
way out.

`Who do you think you are? The man asked `and what makes you think that
we'll go?

`I am the site owner' I said `and if your not offsite by midday I will call
the police and have you removed.

At the mention of the word `police' the man's attitude changed abruptly.
`We'll go' he said `but we'll not pay a penny of your bill.'

`That's OK' I told him, `we have your address on your registration papers,
we'll recover our money through the courts -- and don't think that's an
idle threat'.

He slammed the door in my face and I almost collapsed.  `Where did all that
come from' I thought to myself.  I was very impressed with myself and my
bravery.

I knocked next door at number twelve and Phil's father answered the door.
I introduced myself as the site owner and explained that Philip had
complained to me about the party next door and that I had asked them to
leave the site and that there would be no more bother.  He told me that he
had suspected that they might have approached Philip and he was waiting for
his return to ask him about it.  I told him that Philip was with my boys on
the beech and that I would keep him out of the men's way until they left.

Philip's father thanked me for acting promptly and then I returned to the
dunes to see if I would be third time lucky at beating my meat.

I sat down with the mist starting to clear slowly and managed to get myself
hard again.  I was on the verge of thinking that I had cracked it when,
from behind a rock the four boys appeared.

They looked at me, then looked at my cock and I saw Ben whisper in Brian's
ear and Brian smiled a wicked smile.  `What can I say except "caught in the
act and guilty as charged" I've been trying to get myself off since I got
up this morning.' I said.  `Well, I may as well give up now and cook you
all some breakfast.  On the way back to the cottage I told Philip what I
had done and invited him to stay with us until midday.  He told me that
would be fine and that he had really enjoyed being with my three.

`Yes' I said, `I can imagine what you all got up to!'  He have me a knowing
smile, but said nothing.

My three went upstairs to get showered and Philip stayed in the kitchen
with me.  As I was frying the eggs and bacon he came up behind me and
kissed me lightly on the neck.  `Thank you for all you've done' he said and
as he moved his arms around to the front of me and gently took my cock in
his hands `I'll find a way of showing my gratitude'.

I made sure that the breakfast was not going to burn, turned around and
kissed him lightly on the lips, then kissed him a second time, now with
more force and open lips.  Our tongues found each other and played chase in
and out of one another's mouths until the bacon started to splatter and
spit all over my back.

We broke our kiss and I turned round quickly to see to the food.  Philip
crouched down behind me and licked my back where the bacon had splashed,
then went a little lower until he was tonguing right down my crack to my
rear entrance. `Perhaps after breakfast we can shower together and then I
can really show you how grateful I am.' He said.

`Sounds good to me' I said and started dishing up.


The Colonel

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