Date: Tue, 17 May 2005 19:17:04 EDT
From: Colcalverley@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 20

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WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?????

In the last chapter I said that the twins' forthcoming birthday would be
their sixteenth.  I CAN'T COUNT!!!!!  It will only be their FIFTEENTH (but
they are very, very mature for their age, so I hope you will forgive my
error.)


SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 20
By 'The Colonel'

I could hear a great deal of discussion in the twins' room about birthday
presents and the birthday camp, while in my room we were silent but
tactile, touching each other in the most erotic places in the most erotic
manner, but feeling no need of out and out sex, and of course, there was no
pubic hair on either Jason or Simon. And thus we fell asleep.

Everybody was out on Friday and I was at something of a loose end.  At
lunch time I wandered next door to the pub and had some lunch, a couple of
beers and a chat with Tony, who, told me that his move to the new pub was
only just over a week away now and that he had made arrangements with Jason
to work in the bar full time the following week so that he could show him
the ropes.  He said that he would be leaving most of the furniture in the
flat as Moira had insisted on new stuff for the new pub.  I mentioned to
him that Minnie would be asking if he could have a partner living at the
pub and Tony said that it would be fine by him.  After all if he employed a
married manager he would have wanted his wife to live there.

I asked him whether he had found any part time staff to allow Jason and
Simon to have some time off and he said that an advert would be in the
local paper this weekend and he would be interviewing prospective staff
with Jason the following week.

Everything seemed to be going very well and I was on course to lose a
lodger (Minnie) very soon now.

I had been thinking long and hard about the situation at home and decided
that just the five of us would probably be enough in the house for now, but
decided to turn the third bedroom into a double and do away with the single
beds.  So, I thought, `strike while the iron is hot'. I went into town and
straight to the local furnishing store.  To my delight they had a special
offer on and king-size beds were on offer for the price of an ordinary
double so I placed my order and arranged for delivery the following Monday
and for the single beds to be taken away and given to charity.  I came out
of the store and the beers I had at lunchtime had reached my bladder which
was demanding urgent attention.  As there was a pub just two doors down
from the furniture store I decided to use their facilities and have a drink
to celebrate the new bed.

I ordered a pint from the barmaid, who was just going off duty and asked
where the gents' toilet was.

I made a beeline for the urinal and there was a young lad of about eighteen
or nineteen in there who looked vaguely familiar.  I stood beside him at
the communal trough and started my much-needed pee.  I couldn't help
glancing down to see if anything interesting was on display and, sure
enough, he was making no attempt to hide his equipment.  He was not erect,
but even when slack his cock was a good five inches, but very, very slim,
almost pencil slim.  Whilst looking him over I was still peeing copiously
and he said `It looks as though you needed that!'

I agreed with him and turned to look at his face.  He was beautiful.  Not
breathtakingly so, but beautiful nonetheless.  Peeing complete I gave
myself a good shaking and he did the same and we zipped up and left
together, me to sit and drink my pint at the bar and him, to my surprise,
to walk behind the bar and take the place of the now-departing barmaid.

I made short work of the first pint and ordered a second from this lovely
guy.  He was around 6-feet, very slim (some might even think him skinny)
with a finely chiselled face.  His hair was light brown with blond
highlights and he had a very long neck with a prominent Adam's apple.  He
wore a fairly tight-fitting tee shirt with nothing underneath and I could
see that his nipples were quite large and that his chest tapered to a very
narrow waist.  He wore blue Levis which hugged his little bum very snugly
and newish white trainers on rather large feet.

We got chatting and he told me his name was Ray (short for Raymond) and
that he was working part-time in the pub but not really enjoying it as the
governor's wife was a perfect bitch and had it in for him.  He told me that
he lived in a village nearby and when I told him where I lived he laughed
and said I could almost spit on his house from my front door.  In fact he
lived next-door but one to David and his family.

I mentioned that Tony would be looking for a part-time barman in `The Royal
Standard' and he said that he would certainly apply.  I told him what would
be happening and that Jason would be taking over the running of the pub
with Simon's help so there would be no danger of clashing with the landlady
as there wouldn't be one.  I also told him that they were young men like
himself.

He asked me what I meant by `like himself' and I told him that they were
young, handsome and willing and that they were my lodgers.

`Ah', he said `I thought you meant something else.'

`What' I said `did you think they might perhaps be gay?'

`How did you know?' he demanded.  I told him that I had guessed in the
toilet when he hadn't tried to cover himself up.  He apologised and said
that perhaps we should forget the whole thing.

`Nonsense' I said `in fact, they are gay, although it will very definitely
not be a gay pub because it's the only pub in the village and, as he would
know, there was hot a huge gay population.

He asked me if this was the same Jason who had been in the paper after
being attacked in town?  I told him yes, but the perpetrators had now been
banged to rights and Jason was getting over things nicely.

Ray asked me to have a word with Tony and Jason and said he would pop in
and see them on Monday morning and I was about to leave when the landlady
in question came into the bar.

She looked around and asked Ray why the shelves had not been filled and he
politely replied that he had only just come on duty and had been chatting
to the customers (me).  What I witnessed next I would not have believed and
I not been there.  She started to berate him in front of all the customers
and blamed him for all the inefficiencies she could think of from shortages
in the till (I later found out that he had not even been on duty when this
happened) to the state of the cellar to the unhygienic conditions in the
kitchen to the dirty ashtrays and empty glasses out in the garden.

Ray looked at me; I looked at him and beckoned.  He picked up his jacket
and followed me towards the door.

`Where do you think you're going?' she called after him.

`I quit' he said, simply.

`Well, who's going to run the bar?' she shouted.

`With respect, madam' I said `do it your bloody self'.  I gave her the
one-finger salute and walked out with Ray much to the delight and amusement
and applause of the other customers.

I drove him back to the village and we went straight in to see Tony.  I
explained what had happened and Tony said he knew the woman in question to
be a pain in the arse and offered Ray a job there and then.  We had a drink
to seal the deal and Ray said that he had a couple of hours to spare and
was there anything that he could do to thank me.

I told him that there was nobody at home and he could `keep me company' if
he wanted.  He said he would be delighted and we went next door.

We went into the house and when I closed the front door he turned round and
gave me a kiss right on the lips and said `That's just to thank you and
there's more on offer if you fancy it.  I led him into the kitchen and put
the kettle on and said that we should get to know a little about each other
first.  I told him about my `family' and how they all came to live with me.
He told me that he had known he was gay from about the age of twelve.  He
had come out to his parents straight away rather than go through the
agonies in later life.  To his surprise and delight they had accepted his
sexuality and entertained his many friends over the years.  He also told me
that he was very experienced sexually, having started at school and never
really being without a boyfriend until a few weeks ago when his last
relationship had come to an end when he found his boyfriend in the arms of
a woman.

We finished our coffee and he came and stood over me with his flies at my
eye level.  I reached out and started to caress the area and could
immediately feel a stirring inside.  He moaned and said that he always
found it very sexy to be massaged through his jeans and he had been known
to cum in his pants just through gentle rubbing.  I stood up, took his hand
and led him upstairs to my room and slowly undressed him.  I took of his
tee shirt to reveal a smooth, very white chest with pink nipples which
stood to attention.  I knelt and untied his laces and removed his socks and
trainers.  He had fairly large feet and although they were hot to the touch
there was no sweat or unpleasant smell.

Finally I undid his jeans and pulled them slowly down revealing a very
tight pair of red briefs which were struggling to hide a rather large
erection.  I carefully lowered them with his jeans to his ankles and he
stepped out of them.  He undressed me (big deal, tee shirt and shorts) and
we stood there naked.  He took me in his arms and we kissed passionately,
our bodies making contact almost from head to toe, our cocks nestling next
to one another and twitching in unison with our heartbeats.

I took a step backwards and looked him up and down.  I nodded and smiled my
approval and he laughed.

I took his hand and we lay on the bed and cuddled for a while and kissed
each other all over our upper bodies, then he turned over and presented his
lily-white, almost hairless bum to me.  I stroked his smooth cheeks and let
one of my thumbs slip inside his crack.  `MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm' he said and
raised himself up slightly.  I went down in between his legs and started
licking his inner thighs.  He spread his legs to make things a little
easier and as he did I caught site of my ultimate destination.  His opening
looked quite large and I guessed that he had been penetrated often and
probably somewhat roughly on occasions.  I eased my index finger over his
hole and it slipped in very easily and I let it travel the whole way in.
`AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh' he said and started to purr like a kitten.  I bent and
kissed his cheeks then let my tongue travel right along his crack and then
the tip slipped inside him.  Although he was very experienced it was
evident that his sphincter was still VERY sensitive, especially to my
tongue as he bucked at every touch.  I resumed my upright posture and
reached for the KY jelly from the bedside table and gave his arse and my
cock a quick lube.  I pressed gently against him with my knob and it
slipped easily inside and then right in to the hilt.  `MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm'
he repeated `that feels great'.  I told him he had probably been used to
bigger ones in the past but he told me that size really did not matter.
What did matter to him was the personality of his partner and that he liked
to be treated with a certain amount of respect and not just a sex object.

I started to push in and out and he had great muscles inside and could grip
me very hard and make it all feel very sexy indeed.  I managed to hold off
cumming for about ten minutes then had to throw caution to the winds.  As I
came he used his muscles again and I had a wonderful orgasm and shot loads
of juice way inside him.

`Wow', he said `that feels really hot and sticky'.  I said it was probably
due to his muscles holding my cock so tight.  `Yea, I've always been able
to grip hard, even in my schooldays, and I had some really small cocks
inside me then.'

I slipped out of him and as I lay on my back he brought his head down and
licked my cock, pubic hair and surrounding regions clean.  We lay
recovering for a little while then I took him in hand and started to get
him excited.  I asked him what he would like me to do and he said that he
would really appreciate just a very slow hand job, and I was only too happy
to oblige.

As I continued wanking him slowly he told me a little more about himself.
After leaving school he had led a fairly wild life as his parents were
quite well-to-do and he had no need to work.  Eventually he had become a
prostitute not, he said, for the money but because he was looking for
someone to love and, more importantly, looking for someone to love him.

He soon found out that there was little or no love involved in casual sex
(as I myself had found out to my cost earlier in life) but by this time he
had such a low opinion of himself that prostitution seemed his only option.
Eventually it all got too much for him and he returned to his parents who,
after consulting their GP and a psychiatrist, had him admitted as a
voluntary patient in a psychiatric hospital.  There he found a friend, a
very withdrawn boy a little older than himself who followed him around like
a puppy dog.  This young man turned out to be the making of him.  As the
boy paid him more and more attention his self-confidence started to grow
and his self-respect returned.  He found that he was returning friendship
to this other boy and the other boy also started to come out of his shell
and at first live in Ray's shadow and then to break out into the light and
eventually become his own person.

Both boys were discharged from the hospital on the same day and hugged each
other goodbye on the hospital doorstep.  They had formed a friendship that
had lasted to this day and the boys were still in touch by letter and Ray
found that he could tell this boy secrets that he could tell nobody else.

All through this I continued to massage Ray's cock but although he remained
erect he seemed so lost in thought that there was no apparent stimulation
taking place.

Ray then looked into my eyes and said that he thought he could see true
affection there.  He said that although his prostitution days were over he
sometimes lost his self-respect, especially when he was treated like he was
by the pub landlady.  I told him that nobody should be able to take it from
him and that as long as we were in contact with one another he could count
on me as a friend and I hoped that at some point in the not-too-distant
future he might be able to trust me with his secrets.

He gave me a long look and then kissed me softly on the lips.  `I think I
already can trust you' he said.  We kissed lengthily and longingly and he
started at long last to become aroused.  I kept going at my slow pace and
he opened his eyes and smiled at me.  He said that nobody had really ever
had the patience to masturbate him before.  Everybody else had given up and
he had had to finish the job himself.  I kissed him again and our tongues
found each other.  His body movements told me that he was very close to
cumming and when he did his first spray shot up to his nipples, quickly
followed by many others lessening in power until they just oozed out and
down his cock and his hand to finish in his pubic hair.

He told me that he had got more enjoyment from that hand job than he had
experienced from any kind of sex in the last few months.

We kissed again and hugged so that his cum was rubbed between us all over
my stomach and cock.

We were still laying in each others' arms when I heard the front door open
and close and voices in the hall.  Ray made to get up but I told him not
to.  Simon and Jason appeared at the bedroom door and when they saw this
stranger in bed with me they made as if to leave the room.

`Don't go' I told them, `come and meet Ray, your new barman.  They
immediately came back to the bed and I introduced them.  They said that
they would meet him properly once they had showered and I suggested that
Ray might like to join them in the shower (he certainly needed one) so that
they could become better acquainted.  Ray smiled in anticipation and joined
them in the bathroom as they stripped their work clothes off.  I slipped
into the guests' shower and had a luxurious solo shower alone, but
listening to the fun and games coming from the other room I think my boys
were getting to know Ray pretty well.


The Colonel

I hope you have enjoyed this, the twentieth chapter of Simon The
Backpacker.  Please tell your friends if you have, and let me know if you
have any suggestions for future storylines.

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