Date: Tue, 6 Jun 2000 08:28:56 +0100
From: Nicky Ackland <nackland@genie.co.uk>
Subject: Camp Experience

CAMP EXPERIENCE

by Nicky Ackland


It had not been a good week. I don't know why I didn't just pack up and go
home. Well I do really, there was too much to remind me there. It was over
five years since my Dad died; but every year at this time I had to get out
of the house. I still miss him so much it hurts; and when the anniversary
of his death comes round, it gets too much. It was just before my 11th
birthday when he died, but it still seems like just yesterday. This year I
decided to go off and camp for the week on my own. I'd done a lot of
camping in the cubs and scouts so I knew what to do and how to get by; even
if October isn't the best month for it. I found a site and got permission
to camp even though it was closed. The bloke who owned the site was a right
miserable sod, and scary too. Over six foot tall, mid forties I guess,
built like a brick whats'it and a mean temper.

"How old you say you are? You don't look sixteen, more like fourteen. Your
parents know you're here? What you want to go camping this time of year"

I managed to convince him I was sixteen, and gave him Mum's number if he
wanted to check. I explained that I just needed to get away from home for a
while. In the end he agreed, grudgingly.

"Your not supposed to be here this time of year. Just keep out of my way
and don't come bothering me for anything."

The week had been wet and the wind was strong most days. I storm lashed my
tent from the first day. I found a path to a nearby village and got some
food when I ran low. There was a stream nearby so I could get water and
have a wash, even if it was freezing. I had to watch everything I did as I
was in view of the owner's house. I strip washed every morning and made
sure all my rubbish was bagged up and my stove didn't make any marks in the
grass. After the first day the owner came down twice each day to check on
me, so I had to be careful. Each morning, when I was having my wash, he
would turn up, have a look round, and then go. In the evening, usually when
I was getting ready for bed, he would come down again, check and leave.
Except for telling me his name was Jim Harding, he said nothing. I kept
myself to myself, and kept out of his way.

My name is Nicholas, but I hate that name and most people call me Nicky or
Nick. I'm sixteen and a half but I admit I don't look my age. I'm only five
foot seven inches tall, real slim (twenty-seven inch waist), light brown
hair and blue/grey eyes. I don't shave yet and have only a bit of hair
round my penis, like at the top and sides. When I'm going to grow hair
under my arms, or on my chest I don't know, but I wish I looked older. My
other major problem is that I'm gay!

I started to know I was gay when I was thirteen and started experimenting
when I was fourteen. First it was just messing with kids my age, but I
found out that men do it, and which toilets they did it in. Don't get me
wrong, I'm no slut or rent boy. I don't suppose I've been with more than
about twelve or so men in two years, but I have had some experience. I know
how cool it is to be wanked and sucked, and I've been taught how so suck a
man right. I haven't done the big one yet! I found out I liked men more
than my own age. They have neat bodies with hair and muscles. They know
what it's all about; and they have really cool, big pricks! It wasn't that
much fun in toilets, and I suppose because of my age they used to fuck off
as soon as they had cum, and leave me on my own. There was never much
feeling, or love, or anything in it, just sex. I used to feel dirty after,
but it was exciting at the time. I hated my self for being gay, felt dirty
when I went to toilets looking for men, but like an alcoholic I couldn't
stop and just went back and back. In bed, I wanked, thinking about a man
who liked me and cared for me, doing it. Thought about sucking him, and
then being fucked for the first time, about how it would feel and if it
would feel like when I put my finger in my bum and wanked. But there was no
way I would ever do it in a public toilet, and no man had ever taken me
back to his place for sex.

Anyway, I had been good this week. There was nowhere to go, and I never
felt much like it when I thought about Dad dying. Sometime I wondered if I
was really looking for a substitute dad anyway. It was my last day, just
one more night, and then home on the Saturday. It would take me all day to
ride the seventy miles home so a good kip was my plan for that night. The
weather had other ideas.

About six o'clock the wind was mega strong and my tent was moving even
though it was storm lashed. The trees nearby were waving around like mad
and I was glad I wasn't actually camped under them. Then there was a mighty
crash and a branch was torn off an old oak tree. It shot through the air
and ripped through the thin nylon of my tent. There was no way I could
repair the two holes, one in the flysheet and the other in the tent itself.
The rain was driving towards that side, I would get no sleep this night.
There was no way I was going to try riding home in this either, not in the
dark.

I was trying to stuff my sleeping bag in the hole when Jim Harding turned
up. He looked, grunted and walked round the tent.

"Looks like your tents fucked lad, what you gonna do?"

"I'll just sit under the side that's not torn till morning then pack up and
go home."

"You can't do that. You'll need some sleep before a ride like you got.
Besides, your get soaked, even under the side that's not torn, and you'll
never get your stove to cook anything in this wind. Oh shit; look pack it
up and then come up to the house"

He stomped off, and I stared at him in disbelief. He hadn't said more than
his name all week, and he was a right miserable bastard, but I didn't have
a lot of choice, and it would be dry and warm in his place. I packed
everything away, even though it was wet, and then with it all on my back or
my bike, I made my way across the field to his house. I was soaking when I
knocked on the door.

"Don't stand there fucking about, get in before you let all the heat out."

The house was solid, clean and simple. There was enough furniture but
nothing fancy. It was obvious he lived alone. There wasn't the things Mum
did to make our house like it was, no flowers, or ornaments or pictures.
There was a big log fire going, and that made the kitchen, where we were,
feel warm and cosy. My clothes started to steam.

"Your better get some dry things on. You can change through there"

"It's ok, I'm fine"

"Don't be stupid lad, you'll catch a chill or something"

"Well I don' have any dry clothes. They were in the tent when the branch
hit it, and they all got wet"

"Jesus Christ, don't you kids know anything about camping. Fucking hell,
I'll find you something, wait here, AND DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING"

A few moments later he came back with white top and a pair of shorts. They
were both miles too big for me and he had a cord, like from an old dressing
gown, in one hand.

"Put these on, and tie this round you to keep the shorts up. Bring your wet
things out here and I can dry them by the fire. Don't keep anything on
that's wet, and don't piss about, teas ready"

I went into the room he had pointed to and found it was a bedroom. Seemed
funny his bedroom was downstairs in a house, but it was a big place and
maybe he only used the downstairs. The bed was big and the room was clean,
but was obviously his room. It smelt of him, not an unpleasant smell,
masculine and earthy, but in a way, nice. The only surprise was a small
statue, about eighteen inches high in one corner. It was of Michelangelo's
'David'. It just didn't seem to fit with the way he was; something gentle
and beautiful kept by somebody so bloody grumpy and bad tempered.

I did as he said, and took off everything. I was soaked to the skin anyway.
I put on the shorts and tied them up best I could, and the put the top on
over them. It was so big it hid the shorts completely. I went back into the
kitchen, taking my wet things with me.

"'Bout bloody time, what you been doing? Put those things over that line
above the fire and the get your arse sat down before this food gets cold"

I hung up my things and sat down. He pushed a plate of sausage, beans and
mash across at me. It smelt really inviting, and I realised I was very
hungry. He then leant over and poured red wine into the glass by my plate.

"Drink that first, it'll warm you up and help your food digest better"

I drank most of the glass and felt the warmth spread through me. I started
on my plate and he topped my glass up again. There was music playing
somewhere, a radio or CD or something. Another strange thing, it was
classical music, the more popular ones maybe, but it just seemed odd, like
the statue; and I realised there was more to this man thing I had guessed
at first.

The meal passed in almost silence, except for the music. There was bread
and butter pudding for afters, and before I realised, I had drunk about
four large glasses of wine. I felt full, warm, drowsy, and a little
pissed. I suppose the wine gave me courage I didn't have, and I tried for
some conversation.

"That's a strange statue you got in your bedroom"

"What's strange about it, it's a work of art"

"Dun'no, I suppose I didn't sort of think you'd go for art and that"

"Why, because I'm down to earth and say what I think? I can still like nice
things"

"I'm sorry, I didn't think. It is a nice statue"

"Reminds me of you a bit"

"How you mean"

"Well you and him are quite alike. Maybe he's a bit bigger built than you,
but you'll grow and fill out some. Anyway one bit of you is a bit bigger
than him already, and I reckon he was about eighteen or nineteen when he
was carved. They reckon Michelangelo loved him you know"

I could feel myself blushing, it must have been the wine. I could see there
was more to Jim Harding than the miserable sod I had thought. He was
obviously educated and intelligent, and not afraid to say what he thought.

"How do you know what I look like"

"I've seen you naked four time now, when you had your wash in the morning"

I blushed even more when I realised he had come down to watch me, but I was
intrigued at the same time.

"There's no need to blush, you got nothing to be ashamed of. If he was
alive today, I reckon Michelangelo would want to make a statue of you,
maybe be your lover as well. Your are a really beautiful kid you know"

I went bright red and tried to say something. Only a stutter came out. I
didn't know what to say, or how to take this man. He was something I hadn't
come across before. The most embarrassing part was that his compliments had
caused me to have an erection and those loose shorts did nothing to hide
it. I was glad of the top to cover my embarrassment.

"I embarrassed you now. Why is it people get uptight when you tell them the
truth about themselves if it is nice. If I told you that you were ugly or
that you wouldn't be embarrassed, but when I tell you that your cute and
attractive you get all tongue tied and embarrassed. Bloody stupid if you
ask me. There will be plenty who will want to put you down, so learn how to
accept a compliment when it's true".

I knew he was making sense, but I still went red again. I also realised
that I was starting to like this grumpy old bugger, who could appreciate
art and music, could cook a good meal, and was thoughtful in a miserable
sort of way.

"You know your cool, you're ok"

"I take it that is a compliment too. I don't understand the way you
youngsters talk a lot of the time. I hear them in the season and wonder if
they are speaking the same language as me a lot of the time. What does that
mean?"

"It means you are, well, nice, ok, I like you, that sort of thing"

"Is your girlfriend, what you say, 'cool'?"

"I don't have one"

"I didn't think you did"

"Why"

"Instinct I suppose, you can tell with experience"

"Tell what?"

"When somebody is gay, although it's not so easy to tell with kids your
age"

I was gob smacked!

"Here, look, I mean, well, I'm not like that"

"Calm down lad, calm down, I'm not going to jump you or anything, just
relax; Christ I'm thirty two years older than you. I could easily be your
father, Jesus I could just about be your grandfather. If your not gay then
no worries, but if you are then don't deny it. I denied I was gay for years
when I was young. It never made any difference, I am what I am, and
couldn't change that. All it did was make me very unhappy, I hated myself,
and when I had sex with other guys, (and at your age the hormones are very
strong), I felt dirty and disgusting. I don't mean go around with a banner,
or with it written on your chest, but don't deny it to yourself, or it will
destroy you. I was nearly thirty before I admitted it to myself, and by
then it was too late to tell my parents, they were old and it wouldn't have
been fair. I've got no brothers or sisters so I couldn't tell them. All
that happened is I dipped out on a teenage and twenties sex life, and I
regret that so much you wouldn't realise. Don't make the same mistake as
me; don't deny what you are to yourself. God, fate, whatever, made you gay;
you didn't choose it, so be happy with what you are and enjoy being young
before it's too late"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing! This guy was telling me things about
the way I felt! How could he know? How could he understand? How could he
tell I was gay?

"How do you know about me? You been spying on me or something?"

"I never saw you till you turned up here. I don't know what it is, but
somehow you can tell, or at least get an idea that a guy is gay or maybe
gay. Have you never felt it about someone say in a public loo or anything?"

I went so red I must have looked stupid.

"Oh, look, I'm sorry, I never meant to embarrass you. I did it in toilets
at your age, just about all gay kids do, I reckon it's part of the growing
up process. Just remember to be careful. In my day it was much safer, no
AIDS around then. Also don't get the idea that that is what gay sex is all
about, it isn't. In a toilet, it's usually hurried and emotionless: often
only one of you actually cums, and you feel dirty and almost abused after.
Sex with another guy needn't be like that. In the right circumstances it
can be loving and beautiful"

This man really knew about it! He understood, and could talk about it like
it was normal! I had never met anyone like him before. He wasn't whoosie or
anything; he didn't look sissy or that. He acted like a normal man, and
talked about being gay like it was just the natural way to be. For the
first time I didn't feel like a pervert.

Let's go into the other room, there's a fire in there and the telly.

We went into the room he pointed at and he switched on a big TV that stood
to one side of the fire. He sat on a large sofa and indicated for me to sit
down there to. I sat as far away from him as I could. He carried on
chatting, both about being gay and how he dealt with it, and ordinary
everyday sort of things. He told me funny stories of what had happened on
the campsite, and of some of the gay encounters that he'd had with campsite
visitors. I watched the TV, relaxed, chatted and some how ended up next to
him, my head on his shoulder.

Maybe it was the wine; perhaps I needed somebody to talk to about my
feelings; could have been I felt safe and relaxed with him; possibly it was
a combination of all of them. Soon I was chatting about me, how I felt, and
things I had done with other men. I explained that I liked older men more
than guys my own age. I told him how I missed my Dad. I detailed things I
had done with men in toilets and how I felt afterwards. I told him I had
not been fucked but wanted so much to try it. I poured out three years of
gay frustration and secrets.

I don't know when his arm went round my shoulders. I don't remember seeing
him undo his fly and get his cock out. All I remember is suddenly realising
I had a big erection and I was looking at the biggest prick I had ever
seen!  I just stopped talking suddenly and stared at it.

I suppose it must of been eight and a half inches long; but it was the
thickness that seemed so big. It looked as thick as my wrist! The skin had
pulled back and the head was huge, purple, wet and shining.

"Hey, what's wrong kid? Oh, sorry I'll put it away"

"No it's ok, honest, I'm sorry, I never, well, no, its' ok"

"What's the matter? You've talk freely up till no so tell me what's the
problem. Have I embarrassed you?"

"No, it's just, well, like, well I've never seen one that big before"

"Is that all it is. I'm not that big, there are plenty bigger than me.
Don't feel embarrassed about looking at it if you want to. I think you do
if that bulge in those shorts is what I think it is"

He moved his hand and placed it on the tent in the shorts I was wearing.
They were much too big for me, and he was able to slide his hand up my
cock, taking the shorts with it. He kept going until my cock started poking
out the leg of the shorts. He then moved his hand down and freed my hard
and throbbing cock completely. I sat there, frozen.

He whistled quietly.

"That is beautiful lad, just beautiful. It's perfect in every way."

As he said that he took hold of it and gently slid the skin up and down
over the head of my cock. It looked so small and vulnerable in his large
hand, and yet he was so gentle with it. I let out a huge sigh, despite the
mixture of fear and shock I was feeling.

"That came from a long way down. How long is it since another man touched
you?"

"Over two months, and nobody did it gentle like that"

"I won't do anything you don't want me too, and you don't have to do
anything at all"

He continued very slowly playing with me, almost not touching me at all. It
felt like electricity shooting through my whole body. Without realising it
I reached out and took hold of him. My hand only just went round it, and it
felt like iron. He moaned and sighed.

"Oh God, it's been months since anyone did that to me, months. You have a
wonderful touch"

I played with it, watching the skin slide back and forth over the huge head
again and again. He moaned and wriggled a bit, and continued wanking me. I
let my head drop so I could see it closer and my breath brushed over that
huge weapon. He moaned even more. I knew what he was hoping for and despite
myself I let my head fall even more and took it into my mouth. The moan he
let out then must have been heard a mile away.

"Oh Jesus Christ, that is so good aaahhhhh!!!"

For a moment I thought he was cumming, but it was just he felt good. I
could hardly get my mouth over the head because it was so thick, and I have
a small mouth. I took in as much as I could, and put to good use all the
tricks I had learnt in those toilets. I think he was enjoying it by the
noises he was making.

"Hey kid, look; don't you think we should get into the bedroom, it's more
private there, and more comfortable than this sofa?"

I stopped and we moved into the bedroom. Wearing just the top and those
shorts, I was soon as naked as the statue of David in the corner. He took
longer and I watched as he undressed. He had quite a nice body for a man
his age. There was a bit of a gut, but not much, and the grey hair on his
chest was thick and curly. His legs were stocky and strong, and his thighs
we thick with muscles. When he was naked he looked at me with a mixture of
wonder and lust in his eyes.

"You are as beautiful as I remembered from my morning visits, turn round"

His voice was sort of deep and guttural as he devoured me with his eyes. I
somehow felt very vulnerable, and yet excited by the feelings I could make
this man have. I turned so he could see my back and my bum.

"God you are so bloody gorgeous I could eat you. What a small bum, and
those big dimples in each of your bum cheeks are WOW! How you managed to
stop getting fucked, I don't know. Don't worry I won't do it, I'm too big
for your first"

I was flattered by the things he was saying, and mega turned on by his body
and his huge cock. I dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth. I sucked
him in as deep as I could until I was gagging with it in the back of my
throat. I ran my tongue round the head and into the slit at the tip. I
ticked the bit under the base of the head with the end of my tongue. He
moaned and put his hand on the back of my head and pushed it in further. He
was groaning and moaning, and I was turned on by the noises I could make
him make.

"Hey, ease up kid, not yet. Let me have a go at you now"

He put his hands under my armpits and in a single movement lifted me and
deposited me on my back on his bed. He engulfed my cock in one go. It felt
unbelievable.  I almost shouted with the sensation. No man had ever done
things like this to me. I tried to push even deeper into his mouth, even
though I could feel his stubble against my skin. As he sucked he shot his
tongue out and licked my balls. I could feel the pressure rising deep in
me, longing for release. He must have sensed it too, for he stopped.

"Not yet, don't come yet"

He lifted my legs and I felt his hot breath and my bum. Then I felt a warm
damp probing at my bum hole, and his tongue tried to penetrate me. I tensed
up.

"Relax, I promise this won't hurt a bit, you'll love it"

I trusted this man; I did what he said. Slowly his tongue slid into me, and
the pleasure almost made me shoot right away. I couldn't believe anything
could feel so good. I pushed against his tongue to get it deeper into
me. He pushed in as far as he could and probed and tongued me for three or
four minutes. When he stopped, I felt empty and disappointed.

"Fuck me"

"I'm too big lad, it would hurt too much"

"Please"

"No I don't want to hurt you. Well that's not true, but I mustn't"

"Please do that with your tongue again, or use a finger, please"

"I'll get some lub, and something for you to sniff to relax you a bit."

He reached into the drawer in the table by the bed. He took out a small
brown bottle and a tube marked "KY" He undid both of them.

"You block one nostril and sniff this up the other one. A long deep
sniff. Then do it with the other nostril. It might make you feel funny at
first, but you will relax. I'll lub my finger and it will go in easier"

I did what he said. The smell hit me sort of a few seconds after I sniffed
it. Then I felt like I was not quite in my own body. It was a weird
feeling, not horrible, but strange. I felt his finger probing my bum. I
relaxed like he said and it slipped in.

At first it hurt, but that went very quick and I loved the feeling. He
moved it both in and out, and also around inside when it was in me. Every
now and then he touched some spot in my bum and I yelled and wanted to
shoot. Whatever I had sniffed made me loose all my inhibitions and I
twisted so I could get his big cock in my mouth as he had his finger in my
bum. He grunted with pleasure as I swallowed that huge throbbing iron
rod. Soon he was sort of fucking my mouth in time with his finger in my
bum.

After a few minutes he slid his finger out and then pushed two fingers into
me. I yelled as they went in. The pain was sharp and stabbing. He still
pushed them in and suggested I took another sniff if it hurt. The pain soon
went and I felt myself pushing down into his fingers. His fucking of my
mouth was getting stronger.

"You're getting me really turned on lad, be careful I don't loose my self
control. I want your arse real bad but I'm too big so don't get me over
excited"

I just carried on sucking his wonderful cock as hard as I could. I was
feeling high on whatever it was he had got me to sniff and was nearly out
of it. I handed him the bottle and with a mouth full of his cock suggested
he had a sniff too. He did. I could feel his cock jerking in my mouth as he
fucked and sniffed. I clamped on the two fingers in my bum. A strange look
came into his eyes.

"I want you. I'm going to have you"

His voice was deep with lust and passion. He jerked his dripping cock from
my mouth and spun me around. He lifted my legs high and told me to sniff
again really deep.

"Sniff as much as you can boy, really deep. This is going to hurt but I
have to have you I've got to. Just try to relax. Once I start I wont be
able to stop I warn you, so sniff as much as you can and relax."

I'd taken two fingers and felt relaxed and out of it. I could take anything
now. I felt the head of his cock start to push against my bum hole and I
pushed against the pressure. That massive head started to open me up for
entry.

The pain was unbearable. I was on fire. I cried out, I yelled I screamed.
He just pushed on in. There was no stopping him now. He was beyond
self-control. No begging or pleading from me had any effect. I felt my bum
being torn apart and suddenly he thrust and the head was in.

I was crying now. I never knew I could feel such pain. I felt close to
fainting. He stopped, leant over me and kissed me on my lips.

"Just relax. I know it hurts but I promise it will stop soon. You are so
wonderful, and the cries you made as I went in were such a wonderful turn
on I nearly shot just hearing you. Relax and I'll slide the rest it. It
won't be so bad now the head is in you"

The pain had eased just a bit and before he did anything more he held that
brown bottle under my nose for me to take great sniffs up each nostril. He
replaced the top and put it in my hand.

"If you need it sniff some more, I'm going to fuck you"

With that he gave a mighty thrust and rammed all the eight and a half
inches into me until his balls hit my bum. I screamed and arched my back
off the bed. I tried to get away from the monster tearing my bum apart. I
twisted and turned trying to escape. He took hold of my hips and held me
still.

He withdrew again until I could feel the head pushing against the inside of
my bum hole, forcing it to open. Then he pushed forward again until it was
all inside me. I thought I would be sick or pass out or both. The pain was
a hot, burning, tearing pain. He continued to move in and out of me and
very very slowly the pain eased. My own cock had gone totally limp with the
pain. He shifted position just a bit so as he went in he rubbed against
something inside me. My cock started to rise and the pain got less and
less. My bum seemed to be getting used to the monster. I heard my cries
slowly change to moaning. He increased the speed of his movements. My cock
rose to full size and hardness. He got faster and faster. I could hear
myself saying crude things I near thought I'd say.

"Fuck me, please, harder, I want all of it. It's wonderful, more, more,
don't stop"

I couldn't believe what I could hear myself saying. He was panting and
grunting and moaning.

"Yes, yes, oh god you're so good, so tight, yes yes"

I knew I was close and I reached for my cock. He held my hand and stopped
me.

"No need for that"

He was right! I pushed as hard as I could against his thrusting, desperate
to get more of him in me and I let rip. I had never cum like that before.
My bum clamped tight onto the intruder and my body arched and writhed as I
came and came and came. It landed on my face, chest and stomach. I just
couldn't seem to stop shooting. He screamed at that point and I felt him
give the biggest thrust ever. He seemed so far into me I thought the head
would end up in my mouth. He gave a strangled cry and I felt the explosion
in my bum. He froze and I felt him shoot once, twice. Then he started
thrusting again, pulling until he was almost out of me then RAMMING it back
in and shooting at the end of the thrust. H did this six or seven times,
shooting each time. Then he fell forward onto my chest.

He must have laid there for two or three minutes, catching his breath; then
he lifted his face, took my head in his hands and kissed me long and
gentle.

"That was so wonderful, so very very wonderful. I know it hurt at first and
in a way I'm sorry but glad too. You truly are a smashing kid and I hope
you enjoyed it as much as me"

There was nothing to say in reply, I just kissed him back.

We slept together that night, and for the first time, I was in a bed,
naked, with another gay man. He never touched me all night, nor the next
morning. By the time I woke up he was dressed and had cooked a great
breakfast for both of us. I ate like I had been starved. Then I got my
things together for the long ride home.

I didn't want to leave him. Somehow I felt drawn to him, like I almost
belonged to him now. He sensed my reluctance to go.

"You have to get home lad and it's a long ride and your bum must be sore.
I'm sorry for that. I know in a way I raped you, but it was a loving rape,
I knew it would hurt and that was part of the pleasure for me, but I also
knew you would come through the pain and enjoy it too. It would not have
been the same for either of us if I had been too gentle with you. You would
have felt cheated in a way, like you hadn't given as much as you should. It
should always hurt to be fucked at first, but if the guy is good, he will
take you through the pain to pleasure in extreme. If it ever stops hurting
at first then you have lost some of the wonder and pleasure of being
fucked. I don't expect we will meet again, but I promise you I will NEVER
forget you or last night, and I don't think I'll ever have a better,
tighter fuck; or hear such beautiful screams; or have such a tiny arse
clamp that tight on me again. It really was a once in a lifetime meeting I
think"

I looked at him and knew he had evoked a hold on me that I would not be
able to break. If he had told me, I would have stripped there and then for
him to do it again. He had a control over me, I wanted to do what he said;
I wanted to make him sexually happy in any way he wanted. I didn't know how
to tell him. I didn't know what to say. I knew I had to go or I wouldn't
get home in time.

"Look, I'll leave you my mobile phone number. Do you do all year season
tickets for special campers, please?"


This is NOT a true story. Some of it is true, about me and some of the
things I have done, and some of it is what I imagine and would like to
happen from things I have heard and read. I hope you like it. If you do or
if you think it is crap, please let me know. My E-mail address is
nackland@genie.co.uk. Thanks