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SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 16 By 'The Colonel'
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO DENIS, WHOSE IDEA IT WAS TO HAVE A YOUTH CLUB IN THE STORY WITH THE POSSIBILITY OF CAMPING, HIKING AND MAYBE INTRODUCING THE `DUKE OF EDINBURGH AWARD SCHEME'. LET'S SEE HOW IT GOES, DENIS AND THANKS AGAIN FOR THE IDEA.
Well,' I said this all sounds very promising but let me know for certain in the morning. I suggest that you three adults sleep together in my bed tonight as you'll all have something concerning the pub to discuss and I'll sleep in with the boys, simply because I don't want to sleep on my own. It'll be a bit cramped with four of us, so who knows where that might lead?'
So this is how I came to have my first sexual encounter with the paper boy. Robbie was as hot as I had been led to believe and once you had the whole of his body to play with you totally forgot about his weasel-like face (Who looks at the mantle-piece when they're stoking the fire?). His ability to maintain an erection was amazing. Even after cumming he stayed hard and was ready for more within minutes. He certainly kept my hands and mouth busy for some considerable time and it was such a turn-on to see the twins performing with one another, but all good things must come to an end so we drifted off to sleep and I got Robbie up the following morning, in more ways than one, but mainly so he could do his paper round. I asked him if he was going to church but he said he would give it a miss as his sister would take his mother and his dad was away working this weekend.
I told him that if we weren't about when he returned from his paper round he'd find us in bed.
Simon came and joined me downstairs. He had got up for a pee and heard our voices. He told me that between other activities he, Jason and Minnie had worked out that they would be able to manage the pub along with their other jobs but would need part-time staff to help cover the busy periods so I suggested they speak directly to Tony as soon as possible so that he could let the brewery know of his decision about the new pub.
Simon went back to bed but I stayed up and prepared the vegetables for Sunday lunch and generally tidied round, then I went upstairs and put on the usual tee shirt and shorts and went out into the garden and did some weeding and watering. As I was attending to the window boxes at the front of the house David came over and asked if Simon and I were free on Monday evening as he had heard from the local council and they had suggested a youth worker named Elizabeth Taylor (NO!!! Not `the' Elizabeth Taylor') who was new to the job but very keen to make her mark. David had spoken to her and they had tentatively set up a meeting in the pub at 7.30 subject to everyone's availability.
I said that I was free and would make sure Simon was too.
I carried on with the garden and one by one the family' came to life and I soon smelled the smell of bacon frying and went indoors to find Minnie in his pinnie (and nothing else) cooking breakfast for us all. I stood behind him and whispered my thanks in his ear, then nuzzled his neck and allowed my hands to caress his buttocks and slowly wander round to his pubes, then finally fondle his hairy cock. If you're not careful I'll burn the bacon' he said. I laughed and removed my hands from under the pinnie and gave his bum a playful slap.
Everybody seemed to have taken the `naked' option this morning so I joined them as did Robbie when he got back from his paper round. It would have been nice to have breakfast in the garden but we were slightly overlooked by the pub and did not want to take the chance of being spotted.
We spent the rest of the day lazing around, not quite having sex, but fondling and caressing when the situation arose and generally had a very pleasant day. Robbie and I finally got dressed at about 8.30 and I ran him home and went inside to meet his mother. She suffered very badly from arthritis and when I shook her hand I saw how misshapen it was and realised how much Robbie must do for her. She thanked me for giving Robbie a break and I told her that he was always welcome in my house but that he must give her first priority, especially when her husband was working away from home which, she told me, was most of the time.
When I got home everybody was starting to yawn and so I declared it to be bedtime and we opted for the same arrangement as the previous night (minus Robbie) and, as far as the kids and I were concerned, used the time to sleep and little else.
The following day was fairly humdrum, and at 7.30 Simon and I went next door to the pub for our meeting. David was already there and shook us warmly by the hand. I've given up kissing men in public' he said It gets too many funny looks'
Now you know how frustrated we feel' I said and laughed. We ordered our drinks and waited for our new recruit to arrive. About 10 minutes later a pretty young lady walked into the bar and looked around enquiringly. Elizabeth?' asked David She smiled and came over David performed the introductions and our new arrival said that she preferred to be called Lizzie.
David outlined what he had in mind for the youth club and stressed that although it would be funded largely by his church it would not have a regular God Spot' but would be run on strictly ethical lines and drink, drugs and sex would be discouraged although questions raised by the kids would be answered truthfully and without bias. David explained that he would be the spiritual and medical leader, Simon would take on the entertainment side of things and answer any questions or sort out any prejudices to do with homosexuality. He said that he would like Lizzie to take on the educational mantle and specialise in anything girlie' that we felt unqualified to deal with.
Lizzie was very enthusiastic and the first thing she asked was whether we could organise training in First Aid for at least one of the leaders because, even though David was a doctor if he was absent we ought to have a First Aider present. Simon suggested that Minnie might be able to help out so I went next door to get him. When I brought him back he pointed out that although he was a qualified nurse he had never actually been trained in First Aid, but said that one of his colleagues was a trainer for the St. John Ambulance Brigade and he was certain that she would be delighted to help out. He also suggested that some of the kids might like First Aid training and we could make a class of it. He even said that he would attend himself.
Simon volunteered to run a small cafeteria selling tea, coffee, fizzy drinks, chocolate bars etc. and I said he could borrow my cash and carry card to do the shopping at wholesale prices. David volunteered to collect some music together as we had been given a stereo system and I said I would make sure there was a supply of snooker and pool balls and cues and table tennis bats and balls and a few packs of cards and other games.
Davis also broached the possibility of a week's camp but we felt that we would have to get to know the kids and sort out the wheat from the chaff and they would need to get to know us before we were ready for that, so Lizzie suggested the autumn (or `the fall' for you lot across the water) half-term holiday. Everyone agreed that this would probably be the best time and we all noted it in our diaries.
We further agreed that youth club would meet on a Thursday evening from 6.30pm until 10.30pm and we took Lizzie through to the outbuilding where it was to take place.
We opened the door and switched on the light -- SURPRISE, SURPRISE; Tony had had the place completely redecorated and all the bits and pieced that needed attending to had been done. He had set aside a leaders' office and instead of one toilet for all he had had another installed so the boys and girls would not have to share. He had also put up a dart board and a skittle alley. We went back into the bar and told him we couldn't thank him enough for what he had done. Nonsense' he told us after all you have done for my boys it was the very least I could do.'
We arranged to meet again the following Thursday and our first meeting of the Youth Club would be the following Thursday.
Lizzie said that she would make up some posters and place them in strategic places and also some flyers to leave in the local schools. We said our good-nights and went our separate ways.
When Simon, Minnie and I got back to the house we told the others how things had gone and Jason said that he would have liked to be involved, but if all went according to plan he would have to run the pub while Simon came to the club. The boys were especially anxious to know what we thought of the alterations and decoration. Their father had told them he was having it done but they had been sworn to secrecy. We told them that we were delighted and that it would benefit them as much as anybody else.
I suggested that we all ought to think about this camp at autumn half-term and suggested that we might, as a `family' have a few weekends away camping to suss out a few good campsites. Everyone thought that was a great idea and I said I would look into hiring some equipment or, if we were going to do this regularly I might actually buy it.
The twins pointed out that it was their birthday in three week's time (which I had not been aware of) and they asked if we could have our first weekend away then. I told them to check with their parents when they saw them and if it was OK I thought it was a great idea.
It was getting quite late and we decided to get to bed. Simon went in with the boys and I went into my bed with Jason and Minnie. (Funny how the single beds never seemed to get used -- I might invest in a third double!!)
I seemed to end up in the middle and lay on my back whilst the other two laid on their stomachs, just in the right position for me to fondle their bums, Jason with his perfectly smooth mounds and Minnie with that silky soft black hair on his cheeks and a veritable forest in his arse crack. They both became aroused and turned towards me pushing their erections into the side of my hips. Jason as usual was rock hard and Minnie still soft, but still very horny. I gave them both a hand job and they brought me off between them, Jason cumming first, then me, then Minnie last of all. I asked Jason how his wounds were and how the pain was as Minnie had been tending to him recently and I hadn't had the opportunity to ask. He told me that the pain had almost disappeared and he had stopped taking the pain killers. His internal injuries were not now bothering him but he felt he was not quite ready for anal sex, but that he was really looking forward to his first time. He also said that he had managed to put most of his mental anguish behind him but the he was dreading having to be in court facing his attackers. I told him that I would be with him all the way and that it would soon be over now.
We fell asleep soon afterwards but managed more or less a repeat performance the following morning before we all had to vie for peeing positions in the toilet.
Nothing unusual happened during the following week and at the next club committee meeting everybody had done everything that we had arranged and we had the green light to go from all concerned. There was only one question that remained unanswered -- what should we call the club? We discussed this at some length and nobody came up with anything original and we didn't just want to call it after the village so we were stumped. `What a shame that we can't think of a name for such a noble idea' said Lizzie.
That's it!' exclaimed David the noble idea should be called the "Noble Club"' and so it came to be. We contacted the local signwriter (Simon) and asked him to knock up a sign for us before next week and put it over the door.
Sure enough, the next week we were all ready to receive our first members who, naturally, were Bill and Ben, Matt and Linda and Robbie. They were followed by about thirty-five others aged from twelve to eighteen and we had a fantastic first night. Everybody behaved themselves and enjoyed all of the activities and we had the pleasure of knowing that there were less kids hanging around on street corners for at least one night a week. We sounded them out regarding an autumn camp and a First Aid course and both ideas received a very positive response. The club officially finished at 10.30 but we finally got rid of the last of the kids at around 11.15 and staggered into the pub for an illegal and much-needed after-hours drink.
Quite a few of the parents had come to pick up their kids and had had a drink in the bar while they were waiting and consequently Tony's takings had improved considerably. He told me that he had been in touch with the brewery but that it was too late to talk now and he asked me to come back in the morning before the pub opened and we could have a chat.
We finally got away at about midnight and just as Lizzie was getting into her car I asked her whether she would like to stay the night to save her driving. I assured her that she would be safe as we were all gay (except Bill) and she could have the room with the two single beds.
She accepted without demur as she would have had a forty-five minute drive home and was not looking forward to it. She told me that she kept a change of clothes in the boot of the car for `emergencies' so she was well-prepared.
We sent the twins straight to bed and the rest of us sat chatting until about two o'clock. Lizzie wanted to know how our `family' had got together and how we all got along together. She told us that she had a fiance, Brian, and that they were planning to get married next year. They had bought a house together and were planning their honeymoon. She also asked if she could bring him camping with the club as they were not having a holiday this year. I told her the more adults there were the better, and suggested that he might like to come along to the club the following week and See what we were getting up to.
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 Colonel
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