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SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 18 By 'The Colonel'
Please be gentle' Shaun pleaded don't forget my injuries!' Then he laughed aloud and climbed in to bed. I grabbed a handful and fell fast asleep, covered in semen and not caring in the least.
For once I awoke late and alone.
I clambered out of bed and ran downstairs thinking that everybody would be relying on me for wake-up calls and breakfasts, but found to my pleasant surprise that Shaun was in charge in the kitchen and everybody was up and ready for the off. `Why didn't you call me?' I asked.
We decided that as you're always up first and running around after everybody else we would let you have a lie-in until you were ready.' Said Bill. Shaun volunteered to man the kitchen and Minnie did the rounds waking everyone up.
I took Jason to one side and asked him how he was feeling after our love-making last night, fearing that his wounds may have been aggravated, but he told me that everything was fine, in fact he thought that the experience had been therapeutic both physically and mentally. I asked him to let me know if he needed a repeat dose.
I spoke to Shaun to make sure that he still felt comfortable living in a house full of gay men and he said that he now counted us all as fiends and did not care about our sexual preferences. He had even enjoyed our experiences the previous day and did not rule out more in the future.
As it was Thursday I went next door and made sure that everything was ready for the Noble Club that evening. Simon had been approached by the local Inland Waterways Board and they had asked if some of the kids from the club would like to help out clearing weed and rubbish from the local stretch of the canal this weekend. They told us that they would provide Wellington boots and waders and a packed lunch for all who got involved. We had discussed it with David and decided that it was just the sort of project we should get involved with as it helped the local community and also would give the kids a feeling of usefulness and keep them off the streets for a bit longer.
As the kids arrived that night Lizzie greeted them all at the door and sounded them out about this new project. We were delighted to find that about 75 per-cent were interested, although some of them would have to check with their parents. We gave them our telephone number and co-opted Shaun on to the committee to man the telephones and take details of all those who would be participating. (Shaun had come along to the club although, strictly speaking, he was slightly too old, but he seemed to be paying more attention to a pretty little redhead named Jenny than to anything or anyone else).
Again the club went without a hitch and Minnie had asked his friend to come along to see about running the first-aid course. Her name was Patty and she arranged to start classes in two weeks time and almost all of those attending said they would like to take part. Lizzie had brought her boyfriend, Brian along and he took a great deal of interest in how the club was being run. At the end of the evening he went to David and said that Lizzie had told him that several gay men were involved in the club and that he had feared that we might be influencing the kids in some way, but was delighted that this did not seem to be the case. Davis assured him that the only time homosexuality would be discussed is if one of the kids mentioned it, and then Simon would speak to that child in the presence of another leader.
Again, after the club we returned home exhausted, and Shaun made coffee for everyone and produced a tray of sandwiches that he had made earlier in the day and put in the fridge.
Minnie said that he would sleep in the spare single bed in Shaun's room after he had given Shaun his physiotherapy. Bill said he would like me to sleep with him and Ben so we could maybe talk a little about the forthcoming `family camp' which left Simon and Jason to sleep in my bed.
The twins had been discussing the forthcoming camp between themselves and had decided that they would not like to go to a commercial site, but to a farm or someone's orchard where we could be private and enjoy the peace and quiet. Such an unexpected request from (nearly) sixteen year-olds, but one I was happy to comply with. We carried on chatting about the camp until we heard noises coming from Shaun's room and a great deal of laughter. Eventually our curiosity got the better of us and we went to see what was going on. Minnie was trying to give Shaun his physiotherapy, but every time he tried to massage Shaun's groin he hit a ticklish spot and Shaun creased up with mirth, so much so that Minnie just could not get near him. I looked at the twins and nodded. Bill and Ben took an arm each, I took one leg and Minnie managed to get in between his legs and finally got the massage started. One the massage was underway Shaun got so carried away that he forgot about being ticklish but a second side-effect was starting to become obvious. His dick was staring to grow...and grow...and grow. The boys watched wide-eyed as this monster of Irish boyhood raised itself to it's full ten-and-a-half inches and the foreskin rolled back to reveal a purple throbbing head.
I think I'd better stop there,' said Minnie before things start to get messy.'
Shaun blushed and sat up but made no attempt to hide himself and I had to almost pull the boys away and back to bed. Gosh' said Ben I wonder what it feels like to have that inside you!'
I told Ben that he was unlikely to find out as Shaun was 99 per-cent straight and most probably would not want to satisfy his curiosity.
Both boys had become quite excited at the sight of Shaun's ten-and-a-half inches so I took them both in hand until they shot their loads and we fell asleep with my hands still embracing them. During the night I had to get up for a pee and when I got back I found two wide-awake twins looking for entertainment. They said that they would like me to be the piggie' on a spit roast. I had never had anal sex with either of the twins and, as far as I knew, Bill had never had anal sex at all. So with Ben in front of me and Bill behind me we entered virgin territory'.
I had dreamt about fucking the twins, naturally I had, who wouldn't, but to actually be in that situation was amazing. My cock was like diamond (and you can't get harder!) and with little foreplay I grabbed the KY and started to lubricate Ben's arse. I passed the jelly back to Bill and I could feel it being applied liberally.
I pushed the head of my cock against Ben's sphincter and found resistance. I told him to relax and my head just popped inside him. Knowing that this could be the most painful time I just left it there for a moment and let him get used to it. I then slowly pushed in the rest of the way until my balls were touching his. I then felt Bill pushing against my own sphincter and released my muscles. He popped inside and I heard him gasp. He pushed into me and I could feel his whole shaft enter me. This really was one of the most erotic experiences of my life. To have, literally, a dream come true.
I started to push in and pull out of Ben, and Bill started to do the same to me but I told him that if he kept still I could do the work for all of us. Ben started to moan softly shortly followed by Bill. As things hotted up I joined in the trio and reached round in front of Ben and put my hand around his rock-hard cock. Don't touch me' he whispered, I'm already cumming and I want to last as long as I can.'
Bill was starting to lose control and was beginning to thrust into me and with a final Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhh I felt his seed spurt forcefully inside me once, twice, three times, four times, then a few more thrusts and it was over for him. His final moan had aroused Ben to climax and he shot his load over the bed sheets followed seconds later by my violent but silent orgasm deep inside Ben.
The three of us collapsed and lay in silence. After a few minutes we hugged and kissed all round and, to use the much hackneyed phrase, `we fell asleep in each others' arms.'
The weekend soon arrived and at eight o'clock on Saturday we set off for the canal. We had arranged for about forty of the kids to meet us and the Inland Waterways staff at nine. We were to have two unexpected visitors as Simon had told his father (James) about the Noble Club and what we were doing and his father had been so impressed that he invited himself for the day and said that he would also bring Simon's mother.
The kids arrived in dribs and drabs, some being dropped off by their parents, many of whom took an interest in what was going on and one or two even lent a hand. The stretch we were covering was about a mile and a half which had become very full of weed which slowed down the surface movement of the water until it was in danger of becoming stagnant, which was not good for the fish and other wildlife. Some of the volunteers were in the water in waders with adapted garden rakes to rake in a little of the weed at a time and put it up onto the canal banks. The rest of us were on the banks with similarly adapted tools to pick up the weed and place it in huge plastic boxes which had been put at regular intervals along the tow path the previous day and would be collected when full and disposed of. At about ten-thirty James (Lord Richmond) came wandering along the canal bank and introduced us to Lady Richmond who insisted on being called Hettie (short for Henrietta). Much to my surprise they took an active part in helping the clear-up operation for the first couple of hours and only when lunch was announced did they down tools. We headed back towards the meeting point and in the car park were two white minibuses which bore the legend `Noble Club'.
`I hope you will accept these as a gift from my wife and me. They are not new, but they have been completely overhauled, resprayed and fitted with new seat belts and safety features. My firm no longer has any use for them and they would only have sat and rusted, so they might as well be put to good use.'
We were all totally lost for words. Thoughts of camps, rambles, visits, sporting events, all these and more would now be possible for the kids with these two vehicles. They were both 17-seaters plus the driver so we would be able to take thirty-six of us at a time (more if we used our cars and Simon's van for luggage etc).
We thanked James and Hettie profusely and the kids were really impressed and crowded around them. Robbie came and whispered in my ear that he would like to surprise the Richmonds and asked to be excused from canal duties for the afternoon. I did not ask what he was up to, but agreed to his absence.
The afternoon passed pleasantly and when we returned to the car park at five o'clock Robbie was waiting for us. He took me to the minibuses and I saw that he had named both vehicles. Painted on the both front doors of one minibus was James' and on the other minibus Hettie' in an extremely professional hand.
I called for the Richmonds to come over and pointed out the additional signwriting. They were impressed and very touched by Robbie's efforts and said they now realised more than before what these vehicles might mean to us in the future.
Hettie pulled me to one side and said that she had thoroughly enjoyed her day and that she could see that Simon was really settled and happy. She told me that before he left home she had been very worried about him as he was not taking an interest in anything and she knew that he was worried about his sexuality. She told me that she had spoken to him earlier and told him how delighted she was that he had now `found himself' and that she now felt closer to him than she had for the last few years. She thanked me for all I had done for him and I told her that he had also done so much for me and that if Simon had not turned up in the village I would probably even now be sitting in the pub alone and lonely.
The Richmonds left and we made arrangements with the kids to meet at noon the following day to continue on the canal. This would allow the church-goers to attend their services. Lunch was laid on again for when people arrived and work was to get underway by one o'clock and go on until about five o'clock. We were able to give a lift back to the village in the minibuses to those who needed it and we went and cleared it with Tony that we could leave them in his car park, which had CCTV cameras so they would be fairly safe there.
We arrived home exhausted and all rushed for the showers, where we took it in turns to shower and grope one another, then we all went downstairs and I ordered take-away pizzas from town which we demolished with gusto. Everybody opted for an early night and this time Simon went into the spare single bed because he felt that he could not be aroused no matter what! The twins invited Jason to sleep with them which left Minnie and me in my bed.
Minnie gave me a relaxing all-over (and I mean ALL over) massage and I did the same for him. We settled into a sixty-nine position and did what had to be done in a leisurely and unhurried fashion, probably lasting for about twenty minutes. Of course, by the time we had climaxed we weren't any good for anything further so we snuggled up and slept.
We all slept late on Sunday and I was woken up by Robbie (delivering his papers), who had come in the back (unlocked) door who wanted to wish Jason `good-luck' for the following day (the court case against his attackers) as he would not be at the canal today. I told Robbie that he was in with the twins. The next thing I knew was Robbie howling with laughter. I went through the bathroom and peeped around the door to find the twins forcibly stripping Robbie, but judging from the very erect state of his cock he didn't seem to mind too much and when I looked he only had a few papers left to deliver, so I left them alone for half-an-hour to get on with it.
Shawn had also been awakened and came in (naked) to see what was going on. I explained and he went and had a look for himself. When he came back through he told me that all four of them were `at it' and he didn't know where they got their energy from. He told me that he didn't think he had the energy to be gay, but this still didn't stop the erection that was starting to manifest itself.
We got Robbie on his way to finish his paper round with a smile on his face and had a lazy morning. Jason was strangely silent, but I knew that he was thinking about the court case. I asked him if he wanted to talk, but he said that he would be OK and that he was looking forward to starting afresh once the perpetrators were behind bars.
The afternoon was spent on the canal once more and by the time we had finished all of the weed had been cleared and a large amount of rubbish removed, everything from old oil drums to used condoms and worse.
When we got home I asked Minnie to give Jason one of his massages at bed time in the hopes that this would help him to sleep. In the mean time we all showered and ate a large salad which we had all helped to prepare earlier. Minnie's massage certainly seemed to help Jason. We put him in the spare single bed and Minnie worked his usual magic and Jason drifted off to sleep. Minnie then gave Shaun his physiotherapy and this time Shaun had learned to relax and the tickling issue did not come up, but I gather that Shaun's penis did.
Minnie joined the twins for a quick session before sleep and this left Simon and me in my bed. I said that it had been good to see his father again the day before and that his gift to the club had been extremely generous. Simon said that there was another reason for him being in the area and swore me to secrecy. He then told me that his father was appearing as a character witness tomorrow. The defence had apparently tried to build up evidence that Jason had been soliciting when attacked and that he had approached his attackers. This is why Jason was so worried about the case. Jason's solicitor, however, had managed to amass a number of witnesses who would testify that they had known Jason for a number of years and never known him approach anybody in public. A peer of the realm was a very influential witness and Simon's barrister had insisted that James' appearance be kept quiet so that there would be no public or media interest.
Simon himself would be giving similar evidence but was still quite worried as he did not want his best friend embarrassed in public. I told him that we would all have to wait and see and that I would be in court, and if there was anything I could do they had only to ask.
Monday morning dawned dull and cloudy and we set off for court at 8.30am. We got to the court room in a nearby city in plenty of time and met with Jason's legal eagles who told us that they were very optimistic as the judge presiding, whilst not exactly pro-gay had never shown that he was anti-gay.
The case was called at bout 10.30 and we all went to our respective places in court, the witnesses sitting outside. I had been told that Lord Richmond has been admitted to a private area in case he was recognised by the media.
I will not go into details of evidence here as it was complicated and a lot of the defence so-called evidence had clearly been fabricated. The evidence for the prosecution, however, was solid. The DNA evidence was incontrovertible and David gave his evidence as a doctor with great detail and several of the jurors were observed to be squirming.
In his summing-up the judge pointed out that the evidence showed that Jason had been walking through the park SOLELY as a short-cut. The fact that he was homosexual was neither here nor there. Evidence had been given that he was a hard-working young man, well respected in village life, in fact he could be said to be a pillar of the community. Therefore in the same way that we should not condemn a man for being left-handed, we should not condemn him for being homosexual, especially when his homosexuality was only practiced in the privacy of his own home. He said that Lord Richmond, a very busy man in industry, had considered it important enough take the time to give evidence for the prosecution in this case and this should also be taken into account.
The judge directed the jury to retire for ten minutes and see if they thought it likely that they could return a verdict the same day.
When the jury returned the foreman was asked if there was any likelihood that they would be able to agree on a verdict within the hour. The foreman replied that they had already reached a unanimous verdict.
The judge nodded to the clerk of the court who read the names of each on the defendants in turn and asked if they were found guilty or not guilty on the charge of assault by penetration with a weapon or other object'. In every case the answer was the same GUILTY'.
There was great rejoicing in the court room and we were called to order. The judge pronounced the same sentence on all three thugs. The maximum sentence for this offence is five years imprisonment. Personally I wish it were more, but as this is the most I can give you, then so be it.' He then turned to Jason and said I am sorry that you have been subjected to this ordeal and I realise that you may think five years is insufficient, but I will make it my business to try to ensure that all three of the perpetrators serve the full five-year term.'
We left the court by the front entrance and Lord Richmond joined us. The clouds seemed to miraculously disappear and the sun shone down on us. We climbed into a Noble Club minibus and returned to the village pub for a celebration. It seemed that the whole village had heard and were out in force to welcome Jason home.
Tony, of course, was rushed off his feet but we all took it in turns to help out behind the bar, Jason included as this was to be his new life, and Lord Richmond, who had now returned to being just James' was joined by Hettie who spoke to Tony and said Just ring it all up in the till and I'll give you a cheque at the end of the evening.'
And so a cloud was lifted from all our heads, but especially Jason's and you could already see that extra confidence and self-assurance starting to appear.
Thank God for British Justice!
The Colonel
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