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WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL ME?????
In the last chapter I said that the twins' forthcoming birthday would be their sixteenth. I CAN'T COUNT!!!!! It will only be their FIFTEENTH (but they are very, very mature for their age, so I hope you will forgive my error.)
SIMON THE BACKPACKER - Part 20 By 'The Colonel'
I could hear a great deal of discussion in the twins' room about birthday presents and the birthday camp, while in my room we were silent but tactile, touching each other in the most erotic places in the most erotic manner, but feeling no need of out and out sex, and of course, there was no pubic hair on either Jason or Simon. And thus we fell asleep.
Everybody was out on Friday and I was at something of a loose end. At lunch time I wandered next door to the pub and had some lunch, a couple of beers and a chat with Tony, who, told me that his move to the new pub was only just over a week away now and that he had made arrangements with Jason to work in the bar full time the following week so that he could show him the ropes. He said that he would be leaving most of the furniture in the flat as Moira had insisted on new stuff for the new pub. I mentioned to him that Minnie would be asking if he could have a partner living at the pub and Tony said that it would be fine by him. After all if he employed a married manager he would have wanted his wife to live there.
I asked him whether he had found any part time staff to allow Jason and Simon to have some time off and he said that an advert would be in the local paper this weekend and he would be interviewing prospective staff with Jason the following week.
Everything seemed to be going very well and I was on course to lose a lodger (Minnie) very soon now.
I had been thinking long and hard about the situation at home and decided that just the five of us would probably be enough in the house for now, but decided to turn the third bedroom into a double and do away with the single beds. So, I thought, `strike while the iron is hot'. I went into town and straight to the local furnishing store. To my delight they had a special offer on and king-size beds were on offer for the price of an ordinary double so I placed my order and arranged for delivery the following Monday and for the single beds to be taken away and given to charity. I came out of the store and the beers I had at lunchtime had reached my bladder which was demanding urgent attention. As there was a pub just two doors down from the furniture store I decided to use their facilities and have a drink to celebrate the new bed.
I ordered a pint from the barmaid, who was just going off duty and asked where the gents' toilet was.
I made a beeline for the urinal and there was a young lad of about eighteen or nineteen in there who looked vaguely familiar. I stood beside him at the communal trough and started my much-needed pee. I couldn't help glancing down to see if anything interesting was on display and, sure enough, he was making no attempt to hide his equipment. He was not erect, but even when slack his cock was a good five inches, but very, very slim, almost pencil slim. Whilst looking him over I was still peeing copiously and he said `It looks as though you needed that!'
I agreed with him and turned to look at his face. He was beautiful. Not breathtakingly so, but beautiful nonetheless. Peeing complete I gave myself a good shaking and he did the same and we zipped up and left together, me to sit and drink my pint at the bar and him, to my surprise, to walk behind the bar and take the place of the now-departing barmaid.
I made short work of the first pint and ordered a second from this lovely guy. He was around 6-feet, very slim (some might even think him skinny) with a finely chiselled face. His hair was light brown with blond highlights and he had a very long neck with a prominent Adam's apple. He wore a fairly tight-fitting tee shirt with nothing underneath and I could see that his nipples were quite large and that his chest tapered to a very narrow waist. He wore blue Levis which hugged his little bum very snugly and newish white trainers on rather large feet.
We got chatting and he told me his name was Ray (short for Raymond) and that he was working part-time in the pub but not really enjoying it as the governor's wife was a perfect bitch and had it in for him. He told me that he lived in a village nearby and when I told him where I lived he laughed and said I could almost spit on his house from my front door. In fact he lived next-door but one to David and his family.
I mentioned that Tony would be looking for a part-time barman in `The Royal Standard' and he said that he would certainly apply. I told him what would be happening and that Jason would be taking over the running of the pub with Simon's help so there would be no danger of clashing with the landlady as there wouldn't be one. I also told him that they were young men like himself.
He asked me what I meant by `like himself' and I told him that they were young, handsome and willing and that they were my lodgers.
Ah', he said I thought you meant something else.'
What' I said did you think they might perhaps be gay?'
`How did you know?' he demanded. I told him that I had guessed in the toilet when he hadn't tried to cover himself up. He apologised and said that perhaps we should forget the whole thing.
Nonsense' I said in fact, they are gay, although it will very definitely not be a gay pub because it's the only pub in the village and, as he would know, there was hot a huge gay population.
He asked me if this was the same Jason who had been in the paper after being attacked in town? I told him yes, but the perpetrators had now been banged to rights and Jason was getting over things nicely.
Ray asked me to have a word with Tony and Jason and said he would pop in and see them on Monday morning and I was about to leave when the landlady in question came into the bar.
She looked around and asked Ray why the shelves had not been filled and he politely replied that he had only just come on duty and had been chatting to the customers (me). What I witnessed next I would not have believed and I not been there. She started to berate him in front of all the customers and blamed him for all the inefficiencies she could think of from shortages in the till (I later found out that he had not even been on duty when this happened) to the state of the cellar to the unhygienic conditions in the kitchen to the dirty ashtrays and empty glasses out in the garden.
Ray looked at me; I looked at him and beckoned. He picked up his jacket and followed me towards the door.
`Where do you think you're going?' she called after him.
`I quit' he said, simply.
`Well, who's going to run the bar?' she shouted.
With respect, madam' I said do it your bloody self'. I gave her the one-finger salute and walked out with Ray much to the delight and amusement and applause of the other customers.
I drove him back to the village and we went straight in to see Tony. I explained what had happened and Tony said he knew the woman in question to be a pain in the arse and offered Ray a job there and then. We had a drink to seal the deal and Ray said that he had a couple of hours to spare and was there anything that he could do to thank me.
I told him that there was nobody at home and he could `keep me company' if he wanted. He said he would be delighted and we went next door.
We went into the house and when I closed the front door he turned round and gave me a kiss right on the lips and said That's just to thank you and there's more on offer if you fancy it. I led him into the kitchen and put the kettle on and said that we should get to know a little about each other first. I told him about my family' and how they all came to live with me. He told me that he had known he was gay from about the age of twelve. He had come out to his parents straight away rather than go through the agonies in later life. To his surprise and delight they had accepted his sexuality and entertained his many friends over the years. He also told me that he was very experienced sexually, having started at school and never really being without a boyfriend until a few weeks ago when his last relationship had come to an end when he found his boyfriend in the arms of a woman.
We finished our coffee and he came and stood over me with his flies at my eye level. I reached out and started to caress the area and could immediately feel a stirring inside. He moaned and said that he always found it very sexy to be massaged through his jeans and he had been known to cum in his pants just through gentle rubbing. I stood up, took his hand and led him upstairs to my room and slowly undressed him. I took of his tee shirt to reveal a smooth, very white chest with pink nipples which stood to attention. I knelt and untied his laces and removed his socks and trainers. He had fairly large feet and although they were hot to the touch there was no sweat or unpleasant smell.
Finally I undid his jeans and pulled them slowly down revealing a very tight pair of red briefs which were struggling to hide a rather large erection. I carefully lowered them with his jeans to his ankles and he stepped out of them. He undressed me (big deal, tee shirt and shorts) and we stood there naked. He took me in his arms and we kissed passionately, our bodies making contact almost from head to toe, our cocks nestling next to one another and twitching in unison with our heartbeats.
I took a step backwards and looked him up and down. I nodded and smiled my approval and he laughed.
I took his hand and we lay on the bed and cuddled for a while and kissed each other all over our upper bodies, then he turned over and presented his lily-white, almost hairless bum to me. I stroked his smooth cheeks and let one of my thumbs slip inside his crack. MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmm' he said and raised himself up slightly. I went down in between his legs and started licking his inner thighs. He spread his legs to make things a little easier and as he did I caught site of my ultimate destination. His opening looked quite large and I guessed that he had been penetrated often and probably somewhat roughly on occasions. I eased my index finger over his hole and it slipped in very easily and I let it travel the whole way in. AAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhh' he said and started to purr like a kitten. I bent and kissed his cheeks then let my tongue travel right along his crack and then the tip slipped inside him. Although he was very experienced it was evident that his sphincter was still VERY sensitive, especially to my tongue as he bucked at every touch. I resumed my upright posture and reached for the KY jelly from the bedside table and gave his arse and my cock a quick lube. I pressed gently against him with my knob and it slipped easily inside and then right in to the hilt. MMMMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmm' he repeated that feels great'. I told him he had probably been used to bigger ones in the past but he told me that size really did not matter. What did matter to him was the personality of his partner and that he liked to be treated with a certain amount of respect and not just a sex object.
I started to push in and out and he had great muscles inside and could grip me very hard and make it all feel very sexy indeed. I managed to hold off cumming for about ten minutes then had to throw caution to the winds. As I came he used his muscles again and I had a wonderful orgasm and shot loads of juice way inside him.
Wow', he said that feels really hot and sticky'. I said it was probably due to his muscles holding my cock so tight. `Yea, I've always been able to grip hard, even in my schooldays, and I had some really small cocks inside me then.'
I slipped out of him and as I lay on my back he brought his head down and licked my cock, pubic hair and surrounding regions clean. We lay recovering for a little while then I took him in hand and started to get him excited. I asked him what he would like me to do and he said that he would really appreciate just a very slow hand job, and I was only too happy to oblige.
As I continued wanking him slowly he told me a little more about himself. After leaving school he had led a fairly wild life as his parents were quite well-to-do and he had no need to work. Eventually he had become a prostitute not, he said, for the money but because he was looking for someone to love and, more importantly, looking for someone to love him.
He soon found out that there was little or no love involved in casual sex (as I myself had found out to my cost earlier in life) but by this time he had such a low opinion of himself that prostitution seemed his only option. Eventually it all got too much for him and he returned to his parents who, after consulting their GP and a psychiatrist, had him admitted as a voluntary patient in a psychiatric hospital. There he found a friend, a very withdrawn boy a little older than himself who followed him around like a puppy dog. This young man turned out to be the making of him. As the boy paid him more and more attention his self-confidence started to grow and his self-respect returned. He found that he was returning friendship to this other boy and the other boy also started to come out of his shell and at first live in Ray's shadow and then to break out into the light and eventually become his own person.
Both boys were discharged from the hospital on the same day and hugged each other goodbye on the hospital doorstep. They had formed a friendship that had lasted to this day and the boys were still in touch by letter and Ray found that he could tell this boy secrets that he could tell nobody else.
All through this I continued to massage Ray's cock but although he remained erect he seemed so lost in thought that there was no apparent stimulation taking place.
Ray then looked into my eyes and said that he thought he could see true affection there. He said that although his prostitution days were over he sometimes lost his self-respect, especially when he was treated like he was by the pub landlady. I told him that nobody should be able to take it from him and that as long as we were in contact with one another he could count on me as a friend and I hoped that at some point in the not-too-distant future he might be able to trust me with his secrets.
He gave me a long look and then kissed me softly on the lips. `I think I already can trust you' he said. We kissed lengthily and longingly and he started at long last to become aroused. I kept going at my slow pace and he opened his eyes and smiled at me. He said that nobody had really ever had the patience to masturbate him before. Everybody else had given up and he had had to finish the job himself. I kissed him again and our tongues found each other. His body movements told me that he was very close to cumming and when he did his first spray shot up to his nipples, quickly followed by many others lessening in power until they just oozed out and down his cock and his hand to finish in his pubic hair.
He told me that he had got more enjoyment from that hand job than he had experienced from any kind of sex in the last few months.
We kissed again and hugged so that his cum was rubbed between us all over my stomach and cock.
We were still laying in each others' arms when I heard the front door open and close and voices in the hall. Ray made to get up but I told him not to. Simon and Jason appeared at the bedroom door and when they saw this stranger in bed with me they made as if to leave the room.
Don't go' I told them, come and meet Ray, your new barman. They immediately came back to the bed and I introduced them. They said that they would meet him properly once they had showered and I suggested that Ray might like to join them in the shower (he certainly needed one) so that they could become better acquainted. Ray smiled in anticipation and joined them in the bathroom as they stripped their work clothes off. I slipped into the guests' shower and had a luxurious solo shower alone, but listening to the fun and games coming from the other room I think my boys were getting to know Ray pretty well.
The Colonel
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