Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2005 15:16:44 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 11

SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 11
By 'The Colonel'


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They shook hands and David went off happily.

We all knew what the others were thinking, that the youth club 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. (But not this
one)

Sunday morning was pretty much just Simon and me.  The twins spent a lot of
time with their mother and had lunch there, and the rest of the time they
were getting their things ready for school.

We spent the morning in bed not doing anything in particular, just `being
intimate' with one another, chatting, fondling, kissing and generally
enjoying ourselves.

We got up at lunchtime and went into the pub for a meal.  The pub was busy
and when we finally got a table at about 2 o'clock we were very hungry.  We
ordered our meals and just as they were served in walked David and Mary.
As there was not another free table we invited them to join us.  David said
that he had been investigating places to hold the youth club.  I suggested
that he have a word with Tony as the pub had some out buildings, and I knew
that one of them was quite large with tables for pool and table tennis.

We talked about their kids and Mary said that they would not be going to
the same school as the twins, but to a public (or private) school in town.

I pointed out that the local school had a very good reputation and the
percentage of university entrants was quite high.  David said that he
wanted them to have the best education he could afford, so I didn't argue
the point further.

Tony joined us for a few minutes during a brief quiet spell at the bar and
told us that the boys' visit was doing Moira a power of good and that
living with Simon and me did not seem to have affected them.  In fact, he
said, Ben seemed to be more outgoing than before.  I said that he and Simon
had become great friends and Simon's maturity was probably reflecting in
Ben.

Just then the door opened and a vision of beauty entered the bar.  He was
in his early twenties, about 5'6" tall with short, dark, very curly hair,
firm but not chiselled features, and broad shoulders tapering in a perfect
`V' to a narrow waist.  He was dressed in a dusty pink pullover, which
matched his complexion perfectly and black corduroy trousers.

`Jason' I heard Simon shout.

The vision looked over to our table, grinned and held out his arms.  Simon
rushed over to him and almost kissed him, but remembered just in time to
shake his hand.  He brought him over to our table and introduced him to us.

Jason had been Simon's best friends (saying this Simon winked at me) since
infancy and was on a visit to our part of the world for a couple of weeks.
He had contacted Simon's mother and asked for Simon's address but had
mislaid it en route.  He remembered the name of the village and thought
that the ideal place to start his search was in the pub.

Just at this point the Brown' meals we served so we used this excuse to get
home and get better acquainted with Jason.

As soon as the front door closed Simon took Jason in his arms and gave him
a long, lingering kiss. `Oh, I've missed you' he said

`Me too' said Jason `But ahem...'

`Oh,' said Simon `You've no need to hide anything in this house'

`Oh, great, said Jason, then said to me `are you gay too, sir?'

`Well, firstly you can stop calling me `Sir' and secondly, to answer your
question, I used to count myself as bisexual, but I seem to be coming (or
maybe cumming) increasingly gay these days.'

`Yes,' said Simon, `but let's just get one thing clear, Jason, whilst Bob
and I live together and have sex together, we are not "a couple" so if you
and I or you and Bob make love it you won't be treading on anyone else's
toes.

`Hold on, said Jason, `You're talking as if I might be staying here'

`Well, I said, `I would be most disappointed if you stayed anywhere else'.
Jason grinned and shook me by the hand, which soon turned into a hug.  I
don't have to tell you that the close proximity of this `heavenly body'
started the usual stirring in my loins.

`My car is in the pub car park' said Jason `I'll just go and get my things'

Simon went with Jason, chatting away, making up for lost time.

When they got back they were still chatting and it transpired that Jason
had recently split up with his boyfriend and was having a tough time, so he
decided to have a holiday, and who better to spend it with than Simon?
Simon said that he was now set up in business as a gardener/handyman and
suggested that Jason might like to help him get his business off the
ground.

Jason said he would be delighted as this meant that they could spend a lot
of time together.

`Where shall we put Jason's things?' asked Simon

`Good question' I said and explained to Jason about the twins staying with
us and whilst we all had allocated rooms we seemed to have the habit of
waking up in someone else's bed.

`Sounds like my kind of place' said Jason.

I suggested to Simon that he put his and Jason's things into the twin room
and transfer the twins' stuff into what had been his own room.  That way,
if we had any visitors upstairs (like, maybe, inquisitive parents) then
everything would appear to be above board.  I pointed out that this should
not necessarily dictate that we would be sleeping in the beds in those
rooms.

We also put Jason right as to the customary indoor dress, either naked or
short and tee shirt (no underwear) and bare feet.  His eyes lit up and he
disappeared upstairs to unpack his things.

He came down fifteen minutes later wearing shorts, tee shirt and with bare
feet.  `Welcome to the "ménage a cinq' I said and he laughed.  Again we had
hugs all round and I could feel Jason's cock responding to my own half-hard
state as we hugged.

Shortly afterwards the boys came in and we introduced Jason to them.  They
automatically gave him a hug and he grinned, obviously enjoying this.

We told him that that Jason would be staying for a couple of weeks and Bill
asked where he would be sleeping.

`The same as the rest of us' I said `Wherever he ends up.'

When 6.30 came Bill disappeared across the road for his date with Linda and
the rest of us settled down to watch TV for the evening.  Ben and I sat on
the sofa and Simon and Jason sat on the floor at our feet, using our legs
as a backrest.  They held hands and occasionally kissed or fondled one
another affectionately.

I suggested that they should spend this first night together in the double
room and said to Ben that he and Bill could have the singles or come in
with me.

`No contest' said Ben, I can't speak for Bill, but I'll come in with you.

Simon and Jason went up for a shower and then bed at about 10 o'clock and
Ben climbed into my lap as we waited for Bill to return home.  At about
10.30 when he came in we could tell that he'd had a good evening and when
asked, he narrated the events of the evening with no omissions.  By the
time he had finished we came to the conclusion that he had single-handedly
consummated `race relations' in the whole of our village.

`Where am I sleeping?' he asked.

`Either on your own in the twin room or with Uncle Bob and me' said Ben.

`I'll come in with you,' he said `but you can count me out on any hanky
panky, I'm too knackered'.

We climbed the stairs, had our showers and retired to bed.  Bill was asleep
within seconds, and Ben and I fell asleep soon after in each others' arms.

Judging from Bill's activity during the night he was dreaming about his
time with Linda.  Poor girl, she must be worn out!

The next day dawned dull and rainy.  Ideal weather for going back to
school!  The twins went out extra early and my other two `lodgers' stayed
in bed until about 10 o'clock.

After they had breakfast they went out to the van and that's the last I saw
of them until dinner time.

I went to the village shop as my newspaper had not been delivered that
morning only to find that my paper boy had the flu.  I bumped into
Doc. Brown and he told me that he had been accepted on the staff of the
local hospital in the A&E department until he could get his own practise up
and running.

I had a doze in the afternoon and reflected on how lonely the house seemed
after all the activity since Simon came into my life.

The rest of the week followed pretty much the same pattern, but on the
Monday of the next week Simon and Jason made arrangements to go into town
to the cinema.  At the last minute Simon got an emergency plumbing job and
Jason made his own way into town with a view to them meeting up at the
cinema.

Simon's plumbing job took a lot longer than he anticipated and by the time
he got home it simply would not be worth going out again as he would have
missed most of the film.

We went up to my bed at about 11 o'clock, at which time Jason had not come
home. `Knowing his luck', said Simon, `He's met somebody and gone back to
their place.'

I was woken by the phone ringing at around 2.30am and I padded down the
stairs to answer it, muttering obscenities as I went.  It was Doc. Brown
saying that Jason had been attacked and he thought that I ought to go to
the hospital as Jason was hysterical and needed someone to be with him.  I
dashed upstairs, woke Simon and we drove hell for leather to the hospital.

I left Simon to talk to Jason while I went and spoke to Doc. Brown, who
told me that Jason had injuries to his face, head, arms and hands and it
appeared that he had also been given a good kicking.  He then asked me if
Jason was gay, and I asked him why he wanted to know.

`The worst thing of all', he said, `is that the attacker rammed a metal bar
repeatedly into Jason's rectum and he will have to have surgery to repair
the internal damage.  There is also some serious bruising to his genitals
and again, it looks as though he's had a good kicking.  Under the
circumstances, I have to assume that this was a homophobic attack.'

I told him that Jason was gay and that I would discuss it with him at
length when the shock of the attack had lessened.

We went back into the treatment room and Simon was in tears, holding
Jason's hand.  `He was crossing the park after leaving the cinema to get to
the bus stop' said Simon `When he was attacked by three men with their
faces covered.  They told him he was a dirty little pervert and then
knocked him about.'

`Has he told you about his other injury?' I asked Simon

`What other injury?' said Simon, and I explained about the damage to
Jason's rectum and genitals.

`Doc Brown says that he will need surgery to repair the internal damage to
his rectum.'

Simon went white.  `NOOOOOOOOOOOO!' he screamed, `Not my Jason' he wept.

Simon insisted on staying with Jason, so I made my way home alone and tried
with little success to get some sleep.  The following morning I explained
to the twins what had happened and they were deeply shocked.  I emphasised
the importance of taking care of themselves when they were out and about,
especially if they were cruising or in isolated areas, and not take any
unnecessary risks.

After they had left for school I made my way back to the hospital and found
Jason sedated in a side ward and Simon sitting next to him holding his
hand.

David had managed to wangle a slot in the surgeon's `list' for that
afternoon.  He said that Jason would probably be allowed home after staying
overnight, as we could probably give him more care at home than he would
get in the hospital, but that he would get the district nurse to call in
daily to check progress and Jason would have to return to the hospital
after one week for a check-up.

Whilst at the hospital I visited Moira, who had now undergone her surgery
and was progressing in leaps and bounds and demanding to be discharged.  I
reminded her that she should take it easy when she got out and told her
that I would not let the twins go home for at least another two weeks.

I went in search of David to thank him for getting Jason such a prompt
operation.  He said that it would help alleviate Jason's suffering but that
he would be in pain for some days, maybe even weeks.  `What I really need
is to see you as a matter of some urgency to discuss the reason for this
attack' he said.

I guessed what was coming as I thought that he had guessed that Simon and I
were also gay, and he was wondering about the twins and, more importantly,
his son.

I arranged for him to come over to my house at 8 o'clock that evening and
we could discuss it.

This was one encounter I was NOT looking forward to.

The Colonel


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