Date: Thu, 5 May 2005 20:35:48 EDT
From: RosciusAtrox@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 17

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SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 17
By 'The Colonel'


When we turned in we found the boys had gone into their double room leaving
the big bed in my room for the three of us.  You will have to believe me
when I tell you that nothing whatsoever took place in our bed that night.

WE WERE ABSOLUTELY KNACKERED!!

The next morning I was up early and cooked breakfast for Lizzie, Minnie and
the twins and got them away to their various places of work and education.
Simon surfaced at about 10 o'clock and said that he had a fairly big job on
in the next village and that Jason had offered to give him a hand.  I told
him not to overtax Jason as he was still fairly weak and Simon said he was
taking Jason more for the company than to help with the work.  I cooked
breakfast for them and they went off to work at about 11 o'clock.  I went
next door to see Tony and He told me that arrangements had been made with
the brewery for him to take over the new pub as soon as the present
landlords could move out, probably in about three week's time.

I pointed out that this would correspond with the twins' birthday and told
him that they had asked whether we could have a camping weekend to
celebrate.  He said that he though this was a great idea, but he would like
us all to have dinner at the new pub on his opening night as a way of
celebrating their birthday with their siblings and family.

I told him that Minnie, Simon and Jason would be coming in to see him to
discuss the terms of their caretaking and managing the present pub within
the next few days.

Tony thanked me then excused himself as he had the cellar to attend to.

I went back home and found the phone ringing when I got in.  It was Minnie.
He had called on a young man to give him physiotherapy after a groin strain
and had found that the rest of his family had gone on holiday and left him
alone in the house.  Whilst he was 19 years old and would normally be old
enough to look after himself, Minnie considered that there might be a
danger of him falling and hurting himself, especially when negotiating the
stairs.  He wondered whether we could temporarily extend the family further
and take him in until his own family returned in about ten days.

I said, of course, that he would be welcome to come and stay and Minnie
asked if I could pick him up a little later after he had had time to pack a
bag.  I reminded Minnie that he would need very little to stay with us and
I agreed to collect him at 3 o'clock that afternoon.

Minnie told me that his name was Shaun and that he would be ready and
waiting.

`How exciting' I thought, `a new addition to the family.  What surprises
did the world have in store for us today?'

I had some lunch and made sure the twin-bedded room was fairly tidy and
made some space for Shaun's clothes among the others.

At about 2.30 I set off to pick him up and had some difficulty in finding
his house as it was in a very rural location with no signposts.  I
eventually got there at about 3.10 and knocked on the door.  I heard a call
of `Come in' and went inside what turned out to be a charming 17th Century
farmhouse.  Shaun was struggling to get up from the sofa so I rushed to
give him a hand.  I could see that he was in a fair amount of pain and was
embarrassed at having to hold himself in the nether regions to help ease
the discomfort.

Shaun was around six feet tall and appeared to be quite well built with a
sporty physique without being too muscular.  He had jet black hair worn
fairly short and piercing green eyes.  His lips were definitely kissable
and I looked forward to exploring the rest of his body.  His feet were bare
and he shuffled them into some sandals ready to go.  He asked me if I could
bring his bag and directed me to his bedroom.  When I got to his room there
were none of the usual pin-up pictures but plenty of football posters
including a very large one of a bare-chested, barefoot David Beckham right
opposite the foot of the bed.  The room was typical of any teenager and
smelled of stale pizza, unwashed socks and testosterone.

I grabbed his bag from the bed and went downstairs.  `Sorry about the state
of my room' he said with the very faintest taint of an Irish brogue, `I
haven't really had time to clean it.'

`It looks like it has been some time since it was done' I joked and he
grinned sheepishly.  What a grin!  I believe he could lure anyone into bed
with that grin and those eyes.  Only time will tell ....

I took his bag out to the car then went back and helped him out of the
house making sure that the door was securely locked behind us.  When he saw
the Jag his eyes lit up.  `I've never ridden in such style' he said
`normally I get a lift on the tractor or in the Land Rover'.

We drove home and I helped him into the house and showed him, around
downstairs.  I was going to leave upstairs until later but he asked if he
could have a bath as he had not been able to have one since his folks had
gone on holiday several days earlier.

We managed to get upstairs very slowly and I showed him the twin-bedded
room.  I said he could normally use the guest bathroom but it would be
easier today if he used my en suite as it would be easier for me to keep an
eye on.  He asked me if I could help him to undress and get in the bath and
I asked him if a shower wouldn't be easier.  He said that there was no
shower at home and he preferred to soak in a bath.

Whilst the bath was running I first took off his sandals, then his jumper
and shirt revealing, as I had suspected, a very firm body without being
over-muscular with a moderate amount of wiry hair and very dark nipples.  I
could tell that he was embarrassed and told him not to worry as I had seen
it all before.  I undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans, making sure that
I fumbled a bit and rubbed his cock through his pants.  I pulled down his
jeans and he stepped out of them and took a deep breath.  He was obviously
fairly excited as the bulge in his pants was growing by the second.  I
looked up at him and he was blushing bright red.  As he was wearing very
tight briefs or `slips' as they are now known, I took the waistband and
pulled it down to reveal his jet black pubic hair then released the
material caught between his legs and under his scrotum.  The bulge
continued to grow through all this and he apologised again for his excited
state.  I repeated that it did not matter to me (which, of course, it did).
I gave a last tug downwards and all was now revealed.  I had always been
led to believe that Irish lads were well-endowed and if Shaun was anything
to go by, it was certainly true.  His cock was not yet fully hard and
approaching nine inches and quite thick compared to mine and almost as
thick as Minnie's.  As I helped him into the bath his cock was rising and
pulsing with his heartbeat and I had the greatest difficulty in not
grabbing it there and then.

We got him sitting down and I gave him a sponge and a face cloth and some
soap, but he pointed out that he couldn't strain to reach his feet and
lower legs and asked if I could wash them for him.  I did so with pleasure
and while I was thus occupied I explained about who lived in the house and
how they had come to be here.  I could see his brain working overtime
trying to work out how there could be so many people in a three-bedroomed
house and yet he could have a room to himself.  By this time I had washed
both of his rather large, bony feet and had worked my way up his legs to
above the knee.  There was no sign of him stopping me so I carried on
upwards.  In view of his obvious curiosity about sleeping arrangements I
had to come clean and say that some of us were gay (actually all but one,
and he was bi-sexual).

His hands immediately came down to cover his cock and unfortunately hit
with such force that he sent a shower of water all over me and struck the
most painful part of his groin in the process.  He immediately howled and
tears sprang to his eyes.  As the pain diminished he noticed how wet I was
and started to apologise.  I laughed and told him not to worry and assured
him that he did not need to cover himself up as I had no intention (I lied)
of invading the privacy of his private regions without invitation.  I
excused myself for a moment and took off my wet tee shirt and jeans
(revealing to him my own cock) then went into the bedroom and put on some
dry ones.  I decided to give him, a few minutes to get used to things
before I returned.

By the time I got back he had composed himself and apologised for his
reaction when I said that some of us were gay.  I said that it was a
natural reaction under the circumstances but that nobody in this house was
forced into anything they didn't want to do.  I noticed that his erection
had subsided so I asked him if I should wash his back and he agreed without
demur.  While I was doing so he said that he had had a crush on a boy at
school once and that they had sometimes played around together (I
discovered he meant mutual masturbation) but that he had been more
interested in girls, but since he had left school he had had little or no
chance of any form of sex because as his folks were getting older he had to
spend more and more time on the farm.  In fact, they had expected him to
run it single-handed while they were away but he had insisted that he
needed a break as well and they had arranged for a neighbouring farmer to
look after it.

I heard the front door slam and told Shaun that he was about to meet the
twins.

The boys came dashing into the bathroom and I introduced them to Shaun and
explained his situation.  The boys told him that if he needed any help they
would be pleased to assist.  The boys then disappeared through the other
door into their room and got out of their school uniform.  The next thing
we knew was that they were standing naked before us waiting for the shower
to warm up.  I could not help but notice that Shaun's cock was on the move
again, which encouraged me to think that we might be in for a very
interesting ten days.

As the boys got in the shower I got some towels and stood Shaun up with
some difficulty and explained to him that the dress code in the house was
tee shirt and shorts or nothing.  He laughed and said it was a good job he
had a couple of each with him.  His cock was still rising and was pretty
rigid by the time he had climbed out of the bath.  I took a towel and stood
behind him and started rubbing his shoulders dry.  I noticed that he had a
series of little birthmarks on his left shoulder, almost in the shape of a
heart.  I worked my way down his back and when I got to his waist I waited
to see if there was any reaction before I went lower.  Nothing happened so
I gently started to rub his bum cheeks, then down his crack and finally
that sensitive little bit between the anus and the ball sack.  I could
swear that me moaned a little but changed it into a little cough, as if
clearing his throat.

I knelt on one knee and asked him to turn around so I could dry his lower
legs and feet.  I did not think that he had heard me, so I repeated myself
and he said that this would be rather embarrassing.  I got up and walked
round in front of him and there, standing fully to attention was 10.5",
YES! Ten-and-a-half inches or prime Irish meat.

I smiled, said `very nice' and knelt in front of him.  `Right foot' I said
and he put it up on my knee.  As I dried him his cock was swinging too and
fro in front of my eyes and I could hardly keep my mouth away from it.
`Left foot' I said and he swapped over, saying that this was the most
awkward position because of his groin strain.  I told him that it must be a
strain having to support what was poking me in the face.  He apologised yet
again and I asked his if he wanted any help with it.

He looked me in the eye and said `I think it's a bit too soon to think
about that'.

`Just as you wish' I said as the boys came out of the shower.  `I'll leave
the boys to help you with getting dressed and get downstairs and start the
dinner.

The boys were wide-eyed when they saw Shaun's erection and the poor fellow
didn't know where to put himself, but Ben led him gently by the hand back
to his bedroom and I left them to it.

When Minnie came home Shaun was having a lie down, the boys having helped
him to dress and so Minnie went up to see him and have a quick look to see
how things were going.

Jason and Simon came home shortly afterwards and went up to introduce
themselves to Shaun.  After they had showered and changed out of their
working gear I got everybody downstairs and as there were so many of us now
I suggested we eat in the dining room.

After dinner Minnie, Jason and Simon went next door to see Tony about the
future of the pub and their caretaking and managing it.

The rest of us sat and watched the television and made conversation.  The
twins wanted to know how Shaun had injured himself and asked him about his
accent.  He told us that his family had come over from Ireland when he was
seven and had lived on the farm ever since.  His parents had had him late
in life and they were now approaching retirement and very soon the farm
would be his.

When bedtime came Minnie said that he would sleep in Shaun's room in case
he was needed during the night, Simon decided he would like a night with
the boys which left Jason and me to share my bed.

I had told Jason about my time with Shaun and he decided that he would like
to have a bath if I would do the same for him, i.e. wash and dry the parts
he couldn't reach easily.  Jason had already had a shower when he got home
from work and he smelled absolutely gorgeous.  I undressed him as I had
Shaun and he was almost fully aroused when he sat in the bath.  He decided
that his arms were not really long enough to reach any part of his body so
I was given the arduous duty (ahem) of washing him all over (and under).  I
marvelled once again that he had never grown any pubic hair, in fact apart
from on his head there was very little hair anywhere, just a few under his
arms.  He only needed to shave about once a week and then it was only downy
fluff.

I took great care when I washed his genitals being sure not to aggravate
any of his wounds, but they were so much better now that he was almost back
to normal physically (the court case against his assailants was the
following Monday and once this was over he could put everything behind him
and get his life completely together again.)

I got him out of the bath and started to dry him and kissed each square
inch as I did so.  I did his back first and when I got to his bum I set my
tongue working in his crack.  He got himself very worked up and I broke off
before things got out of hand as I didn't want to aggravate internal
injuries.  I dried his front and left his cock `til last.  We were both
getting horny by now and I took him in my mouth and slowly worked my tongue
around the head, then up and down the shaft.  As I took the whole of his
cock he started thrusting and pushing deep inside me.  I grabbed his arse
and gently slid a finger inside, which roused him even further and I
started to feel his cock stiffen and swell.  He shot his load deep into my
throat and collapsed on top of me.  As I looked up at him I was aware of a
slight movement out of the corner of my eye.  Somebody was standing in my
bedroom by the partly open bathroom door.  I could see a pair of underpants
and the only person in the house not sleeping naked would have to be Shaun.

I did not draw attention to the fact that I had seen him and by now Jason
was regaining his strength and whispered in my ear `I want you to fuck me
tonight'.

I could not believe my ears.  This gorgeous hunk of boy (or man, really,)
was asking this old man to fuck him.  `Are you absolutely sure that you're
ready for this?' I asked him.

`Bob, I know that I can trust you above everyone else one hundred percent.
The others might get carried away being younger and may not want to stop if
I am in pain or want to stop for any other reason, but I believe that you
will respect anything I ask, so yes, I'm ready'.

I took Jason by the hand and said more loudly `Stay where you are, Shaun'
and led Jason into my bedroom.

Shaun asked how I knew he was there and I told him that I had spotted his
underpants and everybody else slept naked.  I explained that Jason was
recovering from an attack and that he had asked me to fuck him for the
first time since that had happened and that if Shaun was really curious he
could watch.  Shaun said that he had heard our voices in the bathroom and
his curiosity had got the better of him and as Minnie was asleep and
snoring he had come to investigate himself.

I took Jason and laid him lovingly on the bed.  I stripped off my tee shirt
and shorts and lay next to him.  We were in each others arms kissing for a
few moments and then I asked Jason what would be his preferred position.
He said he would like to be on his back.

I pulled him so that his arse was at the foot of the bed and lifted his
legs in the air.  I got down on my knees and started to kiss his arse
cheeks and lick along his crack.  I asked Shaun to pass the KY jelly from
the dressing table and gave us both a good greasing.  I stole a glance at
Shaun and he had an expression of fascination on his face and a huge
swelling in his underpants.  I raised Jason's perfect feet on to my
shoulders and very gently pointed my rock hard cock into his crack and ever
so slowly penetrated his inner sanctum.  Both Jason and Shaun (who had
moved closer) caught their breath.  I asked Jason if he was OK and he
smiled and nodded.  I pushed in a little further and then further again
until my pubes were touching his low-hanging balls.

As I started to slowly move in and out Shaun could hold out no longer and
lowered his underpants and took himself in hand.  I smiled at him and he
shook his head in wonder at what he was watching.  I manoeuvred my cock so
that it was rubbing Jason's prostate with every thrust and he was making a
great deal of noise.  This really turned me on and I started to get "that
feeling" pretty quickly.

Jason's breathing quickened and I could tell he was very close to climax.
I looked down once again at this gorgeous creature who was allowing me to
violate his most private orifice and cold hold out no longer.  I blew my
load there and then and Jason followed me about ten seconds after, spraying
himself from head hair to pubic hair.

Shaun was making urgent noises now and I reached out my left hand to him
and he moved a little closer and allowed me to take his cock in my hand.
Within seconds he came over Jason's stomach, my left hip and all over my
hand.  He shuddered so much that I feared he had aggravated his groin
strain, but it was pure ecstasy that had occasioned the shuddering.  I lay
on the bed with Jason and we kissed again.

Shaun told us that he hadn't realised that sex between men could be so
tender and loving and that he had really enjoyed the experience, although
he was quick to add that he still considered himself heterosexual.

He made as if to go back to his own room, pulling up his pants, but I
invited him to join us for the night, no strings other than he remove his
underpants.  He grinned, said there was nothing more to hide and removed
them.  He hesitated just before he got into bed. `You won't expect me to
take part in any ...erm...'

`I've already told you', I said, `Nothing is forced on anybody in this
house, now get your arse in this bed so I can grab a handful of that huge
Irish weapon of yours!'

`Please be gentle' he pleaded `don't forget my injuries!' Then he laughed
aloud and climbed in.  I grabbed my handful and fell fast asleep, covered
in semen and not caring in the least.



The Colonel

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