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SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 22 By 'The Colonel
Simon and Minnie laughed and both raised their eyebrows. I thought I would like to see them together, one of them pale and hairless and the other dark-skinned and hirsute. Shit! I thought as my loins started stirring, another erection to be dealt with!!!' and went next-door to lock up.
Friday evening was soon upon us and we made quite a large group for our first camp. Bill and Ben, of course with Jason, Simon, Minnie and myself. Also present was Ray and we were waiting for Robbie. Matt was invited but had been grounded for a week by David as he had been caught wanking in his bedroom. (Perhaps we all ought to be permanently grounded!!) We had also tried to persuade Minnie to bring along the new man in his life, but he said that he still was not sure what was happening on that front.
I had asked Tony to keep an eye on the cottage while we were away and he had agreed, although he and Moira we busy getting ready for their move on Monday.
David had agreed to the use of a minibus and we piled the camping gear and luggage in through the back doors on to the floor and back seats.
Robbie eventually tuned up, huffing and puffing and with him was a boy we had never seen before.
This is my cousin Josh' he said. Josh has come to stay with us for a while `cause his mother is in hospital and his dad works long hours and can't be at home to look after him. I hope that you'll let him come camping because I'll have to stay and look after him if not.'
I looked at the twins, whose camp it was and they agreed without hesitation that Josh could come with us. Robbie and Josh jumped up and down for joy and loaded their luggage aboard the minibus.
Now cute' is not a word that I use lightly, but cute' is certainly what Josh was. I learned from Robbie that he was fourteen, although he looked about twelve. He was about 4'10" tall and skinny. He had curly black hair framing a pair of dazzling blue eyes, a straight button nose and peachy-pink lips with a chin that asked to be cupped for kissing. As I have said, he was skinny, but it was difficult to see any more detail as he was dressed something like a rag bag with, seemingly, many layers of clothing which, judging by the smell, were in need of laundering. I knew that we would have to get him cleaned up when we got to camp and hoped that Shaun would let us use his bathroom.
We set off with Simon at the wheel and drove into town and bought enough food to see us through the weekend and then set off for the farm.
It was only a short drive and Shaun came out to greet us with his parents when we arrived. Shaun introduces us and his parents thanked us for looking after Shaun after his injury in their absence. I asked if we could use their bathroom and they said that we were welcome to use the one at the back of the farmhouse which had access from outside, so we would not have to traipse in and out through their kitchen.
Shaun explained that his parents were taking over the farm work for the rest of the weekend so he could come and stay with us if we had the room. I said that was fine and that we could squeeze him in. He said that he would like to have a chat with me privately when I could spare the time and I said we could talk while the others erected the tents.
We drove to a field about 100 yards from the house which contained some fruit trees and little else. I put Simon in charge of erecting the tents and took Shaun to one side and asked him what the problem was.
I don't really think it's a problem,' he said but since I stayed with you I have started to look at myself in a different light. When I came to you and realised that you were gay I was a little worried, but when nobody made overtures towards me, I felt a little disappointed. I loved it when I was being bathed or massaged and, as you know, I got quite aroused at times and even enjoyed the sleeping together. Well, since I've been home again I just can't get those experiences out of my mind. Where I used to jack off looking at `Playboy' or other girlie magazines, I'm finding now that they do absolutely nothing for me, but when I was up in the top field and young Eddie was working in the next field I couldn't take my eyes of him and found that I had to stop work and take myself in hand.' (Eddie is the 16 year-old son of the next-door farmer.)
I told Shaun not to worry, his feelings were not abnormal, he would just have to find out for himself whether he was gay or straight, and suggested that this weekend might be his ideal opportunity to get started. I told him that Simon had had experience in mentoring younger people, but that he might like to discuss his feelings with him in detail.
Shaun thanked me with tears in his eyes and I leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek. I told him that by the time we left on Sunday he would probably have made up his mind, or at least have some idea of his true sexuality. He thanked me again, we stood and he hugged me. I made a point of introducing him to Ray, who he had not met before and asked them as a pair to erect the gas stove and get that working so that we could get the meal going.
By this time the main tents were up and the inner bedrooms were now being erected, three doubles in each tent with the option of rolling up the dividing walls to make one large sleeping area, and there was a deal of speculation as to who would be sleeping with whom.
Each tent also had a zip-up hanging wardrobe' with suspended shelves and I encouraged everybody to hang their clothes in these as once zipped up, no insects could get inside. Similarly I said that the outer bedroom walls should be kept zipped up for the same reason. Everyone asked me which tent they should put their clothes in and I suggested that as our sleeping arrangements would probably be flexible' then it really didn't matter where the clothes went. I also suggested that the inner bedroom walls be rolled up and as our hired sleeping bags were of the `zip together' type we should zip six together for each tent and lay them over the three double air-beds in each tent, even though there were only ten of us. Thus if it got cold during the night we could huddle together for warmth without having to unzip. This brought a twinkle to a few eyes and I noted that there were no objections.
Once the clothes were away we made a mass trip to the house so that we all knew where the shower was and the toilet if we needed a dump. For normal peeing we all felt that trees were adequate. It was a huge shower with two shower heads which would easily accommodate four.
I spoke to Robbie about getting Josh showered and he agreed that he was a bit whiffy, so I suggested that Robbie Josh and the twins might like to shower before dinner. Josh did not seem very keen, but when the others agreed willingly he objected no further. I suggested they took towels with them and dressed when they got back to the tents.
They were gone for about half an hour and when they came back they went to find their clothes, the twins and Robbie in one tent, but Josh had put his things in the other tent. I gave him about half a minute and popped my head through the flap. He was standing naked trying to pull tight briefs over his damp feet without much success. Having problems?' I asked here, let me help you get those on. I knelt in front of him and told him to put his hands on my shoulders while I pulled his pants over his feet and pulled them up his legs. Of course, this meant that his boyhood was dangling directly in front of my eyes. Now I could see his state of development he was a very definite fourteen year old, his cock being about four inches slack with an unruly crop of black pubic hair. It really looked out of place on his weedy body, but I'm sure that I wouldn't be kicking him out of bed if the opportunity arose.
It took me quite a time to get those tight white briefs up his legs and to their final destination, so much so that when I finally got them in place I couldn't resist a little pat on his cock to finish the job. He smiled unselfconsciously and put his hand inside and adjusted himself for comfort. That was some shower' he said, do the twins always have that much fun?' I told him that I did not know what they had done on this occasion, but there was usually a great deal of hilarity in the shower and that they were always fun to be with. Great,' he said, I'll try to bed down next to them and we can have some more fun'. I though that there might be an interesting night ahead.
I left him to finish dressing in peace and went out to dish up the dinner. Once we had all eaten it seemed prudent that we give some attention to sleeping arrangements. I asked Bill and Ben for their ideas (as it was their weekend) and they suggested that they share a tent with Robbie, Josh, Ray (as they did not yet know him very well) and Shaun, thus leaving the slightly older ones (and the ancient one, me) to share the second tent. This resolved we thought about what we should do for the rest of the evening. Shaun said that he needed to shower and Ray said he would join him (hmmmmmm!). The rest of us searched around for some dryish wood and lit a campfire. We didn't sing songs or anything like that, we were happy to sit huddled together (not for warmth but for companionship and, I think, the odd grope amongst the youngsters) just watching the flames and chatting.
Ray and Shaun reappeared about forty minutes later (long shower!) and I could swear that they had been holding hands but loosed them as they came into view. I whispered into Shaun's ear `Nice shower?' and he blushed and nodded.
Around midnight we turned in, some of us electing to sleep naked, but the youngsters had all been advised to bring night clothes in case it got cold. I had rigged up a light pointing towards the nearest trees so that anybody needing to pee during the night would be able to see what they were doing (and so would I!) Most of us availed themselves of the facility before going to bed and the ensuing laughter and ribald comments seemed to indicate that we were in for a night of action. Simon and Ray wandered across to the trees naked and I thought that Josh's jaw would hit the ground when he saw them. He literally could not take his eyes off them. He just stared at them with his fast-growing cock in his hand. His `four inches slack' quickly doubled in length and he had great difficulty in trying to tuck it away. I wondered whether I should offer to help him again, but decided that I didn't know him quite that well ... yet!
We settled down into our huge joint sleeping bag and I found myself between Minnie and Jason, with Simon on the other side of Minnie. We were all pretty exhausted but, judging from the noise and giggles from the other tent, the boys were far from tired. As they wouldn't be disturbing anybody I decided to let them have their fun and the four of us settled down just caressing one another until we fell asleep.
I was woken at about three o'clock by a rumble of thunder in the distance, which slowly got closer over the next half-hour until the rain started at around 3.30am. It got harder and harder and the thunder got louder and louder and the lightning lit up the night sky. After a while I could hear voices in the next tent and shortly afterwards one of the twins appeared at the entrance to our tent. We've pitched on a slope and the rain has come in and settled all round the bedroom.' He said We're all soaking wet, what should we do?'
I told him that there was no point in trying to sort out the tent tonight, so I suggested that they all come in with us. It would be a squeeze, but we would manage. I did insist that they all remove their wet clothes, so that is how we came to be invaded by half-a-dozen naked boys whose main concerns were to get dry and to get warm and to get back to sleep. My new neighbours were Ben and Josh and they cuddled up to me for warmth. Although no sex took place as such, I don't think there was a soft cock in the tent. And so we drifted off to sleep, a mountainous tangle of arms, legs and cocks all intertwined.
I awoke the next morning to sunlight streaming in through the window and realised immediately that I needed to pee as a matter of some urgency. I was rock hard and in danger of peeing the bed. I struggled out of the mass sleeping bag and was joined by Josh, who was equally aroused and seemed to be in as much need as me. We dashed across to the trees and I started to pee. My stream was quickly followed by Josh's and I started to feel much relieved. Josh let out the most enormous fart and he giggled uncontrollably, losing all sense of direction and starting to pee all over my bare feet. I had never had this happen to me before and have to confess that it wasn't an entirely unpleasant experience. When he regained control of himself and realised where his stream was landing he apologised profusely, but I told him not to worry. He also apologised for his fart, but explained that it was normally the first thing he did every morning, then carried on throughout the day. Sometimes, he told me, he held on to it in school for as long as he could, but this only meant that when he had to let go so much gas had built up that his fart could last for up to ten seconds. By this time we had finished our peeing and I rubbed my feet in the damp grass to clean them up and we turned to come back to the tent. I put my arm around Josh's shoulders and we made our naked way back. As we got back into the bag we reintroduced some cold air to all and sundry and we all cuddled up that bit closer, and as we did hands started to wander to our neighbours' bodies. I cuddled up to Josh and his cock was immediately hard again and mine was not far behind. I held him as close as I could and then moved slightly apart and slipped my hand down in between us.
Stop me if you don't like it' I said, and took his cock in my hand. He simply said MMMMMmmmmm', which I took as a sign of consent. I felt his small hand on my cock and we gently massaged one another with no urgency. I told him again to stop me whenever he wanted to, but he simply looked at me and smiled, then said that he had often done this with his best friend, but never with an adult. Not even with Robbie. After about ten minutes he started to become more aroused and said that he was cumming. I kept up my slow pace and his little body went into spasms, as though he was getting electric shocks. Suddenly he erupted and I felt his boy juice all over my hand and lower arm. He seemed to be holding his breath for an awful long time, but eventually he let go with a huge exhalation and then ... he farted!
I had to laugh. `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.
The Colonel
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