Date: Tue, 5 Apr 2005 05:22:07 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: SIMON THE BACKPACKER

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SIMON THE BACKPACKER - 1
By `The Colonel'

Note: There is no sex in this first part of Simon the Backpacker.  That
will start in the second instalment, which will follow shortly.



I find myself in the enviable position of living alone in a large detached
house flanked on one side by a public house and on the other by the village
public toilets.  My wife passed away a few years ago (before I moved into
this house), but I had become increasingly aware that I was gay over the
last twenty years.  Unfortunately all gay encounters to date had been
fleeting experiences in public lavatories, mainly with other married men.
My financial position is 'comfortable' and I therefore do not have to work
and time seems to hang heavy on my hands.

I am known locally as 'The Colonel' due to an error in one of the letters I
received when I first moved into the house, and the local postman started
calling me by this name.  I visit the pub each day for lunch and a pint
(The usual, colonel?')  and keep my eyes open for the rest of the day in
case of any happenings at the public toilets.

I was in the pub one lunchtime when a young backpacker came in and ordered
lunch.  We don't get many strangers in the village so when one does arrive
he is closely scrutinised by all and sundry.  It did not, therefore,
occasion remark when I looked him up and down admiring his slim tanned
physique.  What I wouldn't give for a night or two with this Adonis!

Just about this time my lunch arrived and my attention wandered more to my
stomach than to present company.  I did notice, however, that the sky was
clouding over.  In fact, it was looking quite black and within a few
minutes the first drops of rain started falling.

Now in this part of England when it rains, IT RAINS!  It can be like a
monsoon for several days, so the best thing to do is stay indoors in the
warm.

My backpacker friend eyed the weather with some dismay and asked Tony (The
pub landlord) if he had any rooms to let.  Tony replied that he had a large
family and had no space available, and there was nobody else in the village
who did bed and breakfast.  The nearest place was about four miles down the
road and the only way to get there was on foot.

Their conversation continued for some time and I allowed my mind to wander
when all of a sudden I heard Tony say jokingly 'Unless The Colonel wants to
put you up for a few days.'

WOW, what a thought. 'I dare say I could help you out' I heard myself
saying 'I have to pop into town for a few bits and pieces, but then I'm all
yours (Oh, yes, I'll be all yours alright!!)

Oh, thank you sir, I don't want to put you out' said my Adonis, 'My name is
Simon by the way'

'Well, Simon' I said 'I'll pop into town and I'll meet you back here in an
hour or so.

'Well, sir' said Simon perhaps I could come into town with you as I need
some things from the chemist myself'.

'OK' I said, 'Let's dump your belongings in the house and we'll jump in the
car.'

By this time the rain was hurtling down and we got quite wet even running
next door to my house.  We left his backpack in the hall and walked through
to the garage where the trusty Jaguar was kept.

'My' said Simon, 'Some car'

I started her up, pressed the remote control and the garage doors opened.
We drove into town and parked in the Car Park.  I said to Simon that I
would meet him back at the car in about half an hour, telling him that if
he got back before me he could shelter in the Gents toilet.

I did what shopping I had to do and also got a take-away from the local
Indian restaurant which I could heat up later for dinner.  I also bought a
supply of red and white wine.

When I got back to the car there was no sign of Simon so I put my shopping
in the boot and thought I would pop into the Gents toilet just on the off
chance that there might be some activity.  When I got in there, Simon was
standing at the urinal next to another guy.  There were only the two of
them there, but they were standing right next to each other.  'This looks
promising' I thought.

'I'm just coming' said Simon (prophetically, I hoped) and he blushed as he
spoke, realising what he had said.

We ran to the car and got in and found that we were both absolutely
saturated from the rain.  'I'll have to dry out the car seats later' I said
as we pulled away, 'but the first thing we must do when we get home is to
get these wet things off and get showered.

When we got home Simon pointed out that he did not have many clothes with
him so I said that if he stripped off I would put his clothes through the
washing machine and then dry them later.  He seemed to hesitate as though
he did not want to undress in front of me, so I took him upstairs to the
guest bathroom and told him to undress in there and throw his clothes out
on to the landing, and that he would find a bathrobe behind the door which
he could wear for the time being. (The bath robe belonged to my daughter
who had stayed with me briefly after I moved in and I knew it to be VERY
short and quite skimpy.

I went into my bedroom and showered in the en suite and put on a 'leisure
suit' (a very thin jersey wool pair of pyjamas which left little to the
imagination)

I picked up Simon's clothes from outside the guest bathroom and could hear
the water still running inside.  I tried the handle on the off chance, but
it was locked, so I went down to the kitchen and put the kettle on.  Simon
appeared five minutes later and, let me tell you, my daughter's bathrobe
had never looked so good.

Everything was fine while he was standing, but as soon as he sat down it
seemed to get smaller and he had great difficulty in covering his modesty.

I gave him a cup of tea, sat him down in the living room with the TV remote
control and went through to the garage to run a hair dryer over that car
seats so they would not go mouldy.  When I got back to the living room,
Simon was fast asleep on the sofa.  The remote control had slipped from his
fingers and the bathrobe had partially opened to reveal his manhood in all
its glory.  HE WAS GORGEOUS!!!

Seeing his exposed body awakened all types of desires within me, all of
which I hoped would all be fulfilled, but I was content to sit and look
........... for now.

After an hour or so, Simon stirred and after opening his eyes he smiled at
me, but then realised that he was displaying his 'crown jewels'.  'I'm
terribly sorry, sir' he said and covered himself up quickly.

'Please don't concern yourself' I replied 'You have a fine body, don't be
afraid to show it, and you'll have to stop calling me 'sir'.  My name is
Bob, but if you can't manage that, I'm known in the village as 'The
Colonel'

'Thanks, Bob' he said, 'but I'll try to be more modest in future.

We settled down to watch TV for the rest of the afternoon in companionable
silence.



Must finish the first part now, but the next instalment follows detailing
our first evening and night under the same roof.

If you have enjoyed this first installment, or have any comment to make
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