Date: Fri, 27 May 2005 01:42:55 EDT
From: RosciusAtrox@aol.com
Subject: Simon The Backpacker 23

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SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 23
By 'The Colonel



I had to laugh when Josh farted again, `You're about as romantic as a
raspberry blancmange' I told him and we laughed together.  He continued to
minister to me and within a few minutes I followed his example and shot my
load all over his hand, and the sleeping bag.  I did not, however, fart!

As the others woke up there was more action, but I'll leave that for the
next chapter.

Over the next ten or fifteen minutes pretty well everybody went for a pee
and came back to huddle for warmth and whatever else that may lead to.  I
noticed particularly that Shaun and Ray seemed to have formed a
`partnership' and they had been watching the `goings-on' with interest and
were now kissing passionately.  They eventually broke apart and, as the
more (very) experienced, Ray disappeared into the sleeping bag and, judging
by the look of surprise and delight on Shaun's face, started to suck him
off.  Simon and Robbie seemed to be having a slow and sensual mutual
masturbation session and the twins and Minnie were having fun with Minnie
as the meat in their sandwich.  Jason reappeared from his tree-watering
session and noticed that Josh was watching the proceedings with
increasingly wide eyes and came to lie down between him and me and we had a
nice little touchy-feely half-an-hour with Jason paying particular
attention to Josh's woolly cock as contrasted to his own hairless one.

By this time Ray had reappeared from under the sleeping bag and seemed to
be having difficulty swallowing all of Shaun's cum as there was quite a bit
running down his chin.  Shaun obliged by licking his own cum off, which
turned into another passionate kiss.  As the kiss ended Ray whispered into
Shaun's ear and Shaun spat the remaining sperm into his hand and started to
lubricate his cock, which was starting to grow again.  Ray appeared from
under the bedclothes and offered his bum to Shaun.  With Shaun being
inexperienced, he had a little difficulty finding Ray's hole, but Ben could
see his difficulty and, much to Shaun's surprise, reached out a free hand
and guided him in with unerring accuracy.

Bill and Minnie had started to become very aroused, lying on their sides
with Bill fucking Minnie and Minnie fucking Ben.  They reached their
climaxes within a few seconds of one another and lay there exhausted.  Ben,
meanwhile, was yet to be satisfied and crawled out from under the sleeping
bag.  Shaun reached out and took his cock gently in his hand and started
rubbing him gently.  Ben decided that he would rather be sucked and managed
to stand astride Ray, as if riding a horse backwards, so that Shaun could
suck him off.  This could not have been comfortable for either Ray or Ben,
but neither seemed to care as they were both being serviced by `the new
boy', whose sexual orientation was by now (in my humble opinion) beyond
doubt.  Watching all this while being caressed and fondled by Jason was
proving a little much for me and I could feel that unmistakable sensation
at the base of my cock.  This was heightened as Josh said he was cumming
and the pair of us shot our loads at the same time.  As I came I turned and
kissed Jason passionately and as we broke off Josh turned to him and did
the same, after which he quickly got up and made for the tent flap, but
didn't quite make it before he farted again.

Obviously, Robbie was quite used to Josh's farting, and just as this latest
trump hit the air he was reaching his own climax and with the combination
of the effort of laughing at Josh's fart and his usual orgasmic spasms, he
shot his first load clean over his head and onto the tent fabric, the
second and third streams landing on his and Simon's faces respectively.

This caused a great deal of hilarity in the tent, which caused Josh to
blush with embarrassment and Robbie to flush with pride at the force of his
cum.

The sun came out and we all started to warm up and as we were all pretty
mucky from our early morning performances we went for showers in relays.
The four youngsters first, followed by Simon, Jason and Minnie them finally
Shaun Robbie and me.  Shaun had told us that his parents would both be well
away from the farmhouse so we went naked with towels and dressed when we
got back to the tents.  Fortunately the rain from the previous night had
not dampened any of the clothes, but several pairs of shoes were pretty wet
but we managed to kit everybody out by lending flip flops and sandals etc.

Our first job of the day was to re-pitch the offending tent so that rain
would not settle inside it and we did this in about half an hour.  The rest
of the morning I declared a time of rest.  Lunch would be out of tins so
there was no cooking or preparation involved and as the sun was still out
most of us lay on the grass just chilling out.  One or two got a little
amorous, notably Shaun and Ray who really seemed to have discovered a
passion for one another but generally we just relaxed.

When I got up to start opening tins for lunch Ben came to give me a hand
and remarked that `That Josh is a funny little creature' and when I asked
why he said `Well firstly he has that small body, yet he's so well
developed sexually and has so much hair! And secondly when we were all
together in the shower this morning he suddenly started peeing all over us.
Now when I'm on my own in the shower I don't hesitate to pee if I need to,
but I wouldn't dream of doing it if I'm sharing a shower.'

I told him of my own experience when Josh peed on my feet and made no
effort to stop when he realised what he was doing, so we came to the
conclusion that this might be a fetish of his and resolved to do something
about it before the camp was over.  I asked him to have a word with all the
others and we would surprise him the next (our last) morning.

`Oh,' said Ben `and the other thing is he never seems to stop farting!'

We turned the contents of the tins into a huge saucepan and left them to
heat through while we rejoined the others.

Ray was just coming back from our `wooden urinal' and he came over to me
and said `Why didn't you tell me about this gorgeous Irish lad?  I've had
plenty of experience as you know, but I've never known anybody turn me on
like he does'.

I replied that I also found him very sexy and recalled the Lonnie Donnegan
song `Nobody Loves Like an Irishman'.  I told him that Shaun had been
rather confused as to his sexuality at the beginning of the camp, and said
that it was largely thanks to Ray that he was starting to find himself.
Ray replied that it was a job he would like to continue and that as the
farm was not too far from the village he was hopeful of their spending more
time together, even though Shaun was busy most of the time on the farm.  We
ate lunch and I suggested to Shaun that he might like to show us around the
farm, so we spent the next couple of hours walking the boundaries of the
farm, which was a fair size, and ended up in the milking parlour just in
time to watch the cows being milked which, of course, was largely
automated, but very interesting nonetheless.  Robbie whispered to me that
he wouldn't mind having one of the suckers from the cows' udders put on his
cock.  I laughed, called him a filthy pervert, and then told him that I
wouldn't mind trying it myself!

The next job was to collect any dry wood we could find for the camp fire
that evening and also, as we had all got fairly muddy traipsing around the
farm, we again went in relays to shower.

This time Shaun and Ray had the pleasure of sharing the shower with Josh
and they reported that exactly the same thing happened.  Half way through
the shower Josh has pissed all over them.

I liaised with Ben, telling him what had happened with Shaun and Ray and we
decided to tell everyone that the following morning, no matter how badly we
wanted to, none of us would go for a pee until Josh got up to go, at which
time four of us would grab him outside the tent and hold him down while the
rest of us emptied our bladders all over him, then we would change places
with those holding him down and they could then also give him a taste of
his own medicine. (Personally, I couldn't wait!)

We lit the fire early and wrapped some large potatoes in foil and put them
into the embers to cook.  In the meantime we grated some cheese and we had
some tinned tuna and plenty of coleslaw to use as fillings, and then I
discovered two huge cans of baked beans, so we could heat these up a little
later and add to the meal.

While the potatoes were cooking the youngsters opted for a game of rounders
and I, as the `elder statesman', umpired the game.

After we had eaten the natural question was, again, who would sleep where
until Robbie piped up `It was much more fun when we were all in together.
Somebody gave me a hand job and I don't know who!

`It was me' said both Bill and Ben together, which made us all laugh, and
we never did find out who it was, but they both jacked off somebody!

The unanimous decision was that we would all sleep together again and a
couple of hours later, that's precisely what we did.  Ben ensured that
everybody knew the plan for the following morning, so everybody left it
until the last possible moment to pee before bed so they wouldn't be too
desperate in the morning.

I think we were all pretty tired as apart from the usual fumbling and
cuddling there was no real action that night apart from the after-effects
from the baked beans and we all were rivalling Josh with our farts!!

We all seemed to sleep fairly well and the following morning dawned bright
and sunny and it seemed to me very strange that nobody stirred other than
to turn over or grope their neighbour but we were all very watchful for the
slightest move from Josh.  Eventually he could wait no longer and he
slipped out of the sleeping bag and made for the `great outdoors'.

In a flash the twins, Shaun and Ray were on him and grabbed him just
outside the tent.  The four of them took a limb each and held him down.

`What's all this?' he shouted.  What are you doing?  I need a piss' he
shouted.

`So do we' several of us said together as we exited the tent.  I think
that, without exception, we all had early morning erections so it took some
manoeuvring to get our cocks pointed at Josh and when we did, it took
further time to get the piss to flow, but when it did, Josh could hardly
believe what was happening.  What are you doing, you dirty sods?' he
called.  I replied to the effect that we were giving him a taste of his own
medicine and directed my spray towards his mouth.

Without hesitation he opened his mouth and drank from my seemingly
never-ending stream.  The others, seeing this all pointed in the same
direction.  Inevitably, with this much urine flying about we were all
getting sprayed by one another but nobody seemed to care a great deal as
long as Josh was getting the lion's share.

`Will you lot hurry up and finish, I can't hold back much longer' said Bill
as our streams started to show signs of drying up.

We changed places with the four `custodians' and it was their turn to let
fly.  They had obviously `talked tactics' beforehand as they all aimed
their piss at Josh's genital area.  As they started their attack Josh also
let go of his own stream which shot straight up in the air and straight
back down to join the rest of the amber liquid.  It was obvious that Josh
was really enjoying all this and he lay there with no need for restraint.

Shaun said that he had read an article in a magazine about the initiation
rights of Hells' Angels.  He told us that when they were initiated into a
chapter they had to lie on the ground in jeans and leather jacket and the
whole chapter pissed all over them and then masturbated on them.  The
clothes they were wearing were then known as their `Originals' and they
were never allowed to be washed and would be worn on very special
occasions.  He suggested that we follow their example and wank all over
Josh so he could be officially accepted into `our gang'.

We all thought this an excellent idea, especially as we would probably have
been having some for of sex anyway, and as there no longer seemed any
reason for restraint we all started together, quickly turning it into a
`circle jerk', the only one taking care of himself being Josh, but again,
he really didn't seem to care.  I have to confess that I was the first to
cum, quickly followed by Shaun and Robbie then Bill and Josh himself, then
Ben, Simon and Jason with Minnie and Ray cumming last.

Josh lay there on the ground in seventh heaven, with hardly more than an
inch between globules and streaks of cum, and the rest of us had been
liberally sprayed with our own and others' cum as well.  `That was for
peeing all over everyone in the shower' said Robbie

`If that's what I get for it, I'll do it every time I'm in there' replied
Josh ...and farted!!

It was a little early to go to the showers naked as Shaun's parents would
still be around the farmhouse so we stayed as we were and I made a cup of
coffee for us all and as soon as Shaun thought it safe the first contingent
went off to the showers.



The Colonel

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