Date: Mon, 22 Dec 2008 01:48:03 +0000
From: Gary Cutter <gcutter66@gmail.com>
Subject: PETER PAN AND ADAM

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and
probably will involve male on male sex of various ages.  Also note that my
characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL.

ALL MY CHARACTERS, PLACES AND SITUATIONS ARE FICTIONAL AND THE EVENTS
PORTRAYED TAKE PLACE ON PLANET CUTTER. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE,
PLACES, ETC. ETC. IS TOTALLY COINCIDENTAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex
in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular
geopolitical area to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow
minors access but you knew that.

I normally prefer to write in First Person (frowned on by the more
technical authors) but I write as I like. I do like to try and approach the
tale from the boys point of view... get into their tiny minds but you must
realise if they sound a bit smartarse and over world weary at times that is
me coming through. If they sound as thick as a plank...  that's them.

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Peter Pan and Adam



by



G. Cutter



Introduction: I've long been an admirer of the artist and owner of the site
Anthony-Art.Ch... I've been waiting a long time for him to put his versions
of Peter Pan and his bestest mate Adam Homeless into some really sexual
situations but it's not happend yet. Maybe it never will. This shorty short
is my version of how they met and how their friendship blossomed. A 'PWP'
as so many of mine are.

The following is pure fantasy if you haven't worked that one out by now...

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Peter Pan lay back in his hammock under the shade of the palm tree and
thought deep thoughts. The fact that Darling children had returned to their
homeworld was first and foremost in his mind, he had enjoyed their company
and their adventures together. He'd also got that strange feeling in his
his belly for Wendy which some of his Lost Boys had called a 'crush'. It
had also involved even stranger feelings lower than his belly, he'd even
felt his pee-pee react in a way that he believed to be both naughty and
dirty. Tonka Boy, the fairy had surprised him one morning and saw 'it' in
the flesh and had nearly passed out with shock. Tonka had berated him all
day in what he assumed was a fit of jealousy. He'd claimed that he 'was
growing up' whereon the fairy got even more annoyed telling him that he was
the everlasting boy... he couldn't be growing up. If he was, Neverland and
all it stood for was ending and that was clearly not so.

He supposed he'd miss the companionship, maybe not so much of the Darling
boys but certainly Wendy even if Tonka was jealous. One thing that was for
sure, he was finding Tonka's company more and more irksome, he was around
him every minute of the day, even when he wanted to sleep, bath or even go
to the toilet. Perhaps he wasn't getting older physically but mentally he'd
learned a lot from Wendy on the ways of 'real' humans and realised that
there were things to take pleasure in other than food, drink and playing
with the boys. He felt a certain distance from his little gang now although
they would be having a party tonight if the weather held. He was down or
'blue' as Wendy would say... he'd get over it.

The weather in Neverland was normally summery but there were occasional
storms which brought the refreshing rains and looking at the darkening
skies he rather thought they were due one that very night. Mind you, with
Hook vanquished yet again they could party. Hook would reappear, he always
did but he'd have to get out of that crocodile this time around, Peter
silently laughed as he rolled from his hammock to go down to his boys. It
was a good night made merry by some of the boys singing and the close pals
Snitch and Snatch, although they weren't their real names, cavorting around
and at one stage one of them lost his trousers displaying his all. Mind
you, Peter felt that twinge again as he watched the naked boy, he noticed
that as the small boy ran around bare bottomed he seemed to have a few
admirers, very odd. Even Redskin who was probably around Peter's age
although slightly taller was fumbling with his loin cloth and Peter
wondered what ailed his friend, too many sweet fruits he assumed. he had
been thinking of asking Redskin to move up the hill and into his small
house but Tonka had said that it wouldn't be 'seemly' whatever that
meant. he knew Tonka Boy was one of the originals on the island and he
normally heeded his advice but he did seem to know a lot he wasn't willing
to share. Annoying really.

It was past sunset when the party split and the boys wandered off to their
solo and shared huts, Redskin was alone and Peter was on the verge of
inviting him home but then Redskin trailed off with Snitch, Snatch and a
couple of the younger ones who lived in what they called their Den.

The storm did indeed bring the rain, a veritable downpour but Peter's small
house was well built as he'd filched timber from the harbour and it was a
lot sturdier than others. Tonka had clearly got himself into a huff but
Peter wasn't too sad to have some peace and quiet and be on his own for a
while. He did miss Wendy but his mind kept straying back to Redskin who
deep down he felt was better looking than Wendy, Wendy was a girl after
all. Redskin had been swimming a few days ago and Peter thought back to the
boy's naturally reddish skin water beaded and shining in the sun as he
slipped in and out of the water like a fish. Redskin had abandoned his loin
cloth but out of respect to the offworlders had kept his skimpy breech
clout on not that it covered too much. Peter wished that he'd take it off
and gone naked but banished the thought as not 'proper' as the irritating
fairy Tonka would say. Peter groaned in some bemusement, he couldn't get
the image of Redskin's water dappled and beautifully rounded bottom out of
his mind. 'Beautifully rounded bum', he whispered the phrase to himelf, he
must have a touch of the sun. Perhaps he needed to fly more offworlders in,
maybe a little older and no girls. He reached down and felt himself hard
which was happening more and more lately. He suspected that with some of
the older boys something happened 'down there' now and then and this seemed
like a now. His house was pitch black by now as the rainclouds blocked the
moon and starlight which always provided enough light to see by. All the
same he slowly and carefully lifted the light smock he wore for sleeping
and pushed his briefs down. He felt relief as his stiff tube of flesh
popped free and he clasped it's warmth and surprising thickness. Wendy had
told him that he was probably around fourteen in human years which Peter
had fixated on. Thirteen was an unlucky number in Neverland but as Peter
held and squeezed his stiff pee-pee it seemed to get harder. He knew that
it was childish to call it a pee-pee and Redskin and some of the other
called it a dicky or cock but he liked the old name. He wrapped his hand
around himself and moved the loose skin up and down feeling his dick
getting harder. Dick sounder more appropriate he decided as he felt his
internal warmth and a pleasant tingle in his balls. He had noticed that
particular area seemed to get tighter whenever he had one of his erections,
weird. Thinking of Wendy in her near transparent dress he felt his dick
jerk and then seem to get even harder but moving his hand up and down
seemed to help ease the ache if not the stiffness.

'Wendy,' he moaned and wriggled on his bunk shucking his briefs down
further and praying that Tonka Boy wasn't going to unexpectedly appear.
'Red,' he groaned without thinking but imagining the tall redskinned figure
outlined as he stood ready to dive into the clear blue of the lagoon.
'Redskin...' he groaned again as he moved his hand faster. The handsome
Indian's face filled his mind's eye, the boy's dark eyes, perfectly
straight nose and thin lips... parted... 'Ooooh,' Peter sighed as he
pumped. What the hell was happening, as he ran his foreskin over his
swollen knob he felt the smear of something slippery and slimey.

Peter gave up. He kicked his briefs off over his feet and bent his knees
pumping up into his hand. He didn't know what he was doing but it all
seemed so natural. He jerked away at his hard boy dick and felt heat and an
intense itching in his organ and then a burning sensation right in his
balls, at the base of his cock and then the heat shot up his shaft. He
sobbed as he felt something spurt from the tip, some even landed on his jaw
and then he had another spurt which trickled over his knuckles.

'Oh, oh, oh...' he breathed deeply as if he'd just swam a race and felt the
mess on his belly and his fist. He sniffed it and it wasn't pee, it was
thicker and he saw it gleam in the near dark. Tentatively he licked his
hand and pulled a face. Weird. He scooped the splash off his chin and after
a moment of hesitation stuck his finger in his mouth and sucked it. Weird
again. Almost tasteless but slightly yeasty like breadfruit... not
unpleasant he decided and definitely not pee. He smeared the rest over his
dick and balls taking a somehow forbidden pleasure in doing something that
must be extremely naught but it felt nice. He pulled bis briefs back on and
pulled his coverlet over himelf. The rains still came and it was a lot
cooler. He snuggled into the funk of his own making and slept to dream and
the dreams were all of Red.

He was awoken just before dawn or the proper dawn, he could hear the rain
and wind which had been at full blast last night easing and put his daywear
on. Now the Darlings were out of it he could afford to be more casual so he
tugged on his blue jean shorts and his open green tunic, he looked at his
green cap which Wendy seemed to love and gave it a holiday... why the hell
did he feel it necessary to dress just to please other people. It was still
breezy and that curious half light illuminated their camp site but all the
huts were quiet. Boys slept like logs and in spite of the storm they seemed
to be running true to form. He looked into the Den and saw a huddle of
bodies, Redskin was missing so he must be in his own hut. Peter ambled
acros the clearing and silently opened Red's door and peered in. Red was in
bed covered by furs and a tousled head was alongside his, looking closer
Peter saw that it was young Ralph. Slightly miffed he silently closed the
door, he frowned and then grinned... he was jealous of a little boy, how
sad. All the same the thought of being snuggled up in the warmth with Red
gave him a tingle down below. He pushed down his burgeoning arousal with a
grunt. He must be going mad.  He walked up the hill to the top of the small
cliff which oversaw the beach thinking that he'd have to get the lads to
tidy up later but enough of that, Redskin would cope, he was a natural
second in command even if Tonka Boy wasn't too fond of him. 'Sod him,
bloody fairy,' he muttered giggling at his naughty words he'd learnt from
one of the Darling boys. He idly wondered what was so bad about a sod, it
was only a lump of turf after all.

As he got to the top of the rise he saw that the beach was full of wrack
and flotsam, happy hunting for the younger boys. In the distance he saw a
white object which aroused his curiosity so he wandered down the path onto
the golden sands noting that the sea was now calm, it was perfect splash,
paddle and play weather. No sign of any ships but the pirates would be in
harbour or Plunder Bay until they selected a new captain. Still mystified
he walked down the beach and suddenly broke into a run, his feet kicked up
sprays of sand as he neared what he now knew to be a body. Unfortunately,
it wasn't on the beach proper but a smalll sandy bank offshore a little
which Peter knew would be covered as the tide came back in. Making sure no
one was watching he lifted off and flew the fifty yards or so necessary and
landed on the damp sandbank. Peter knelt by the outstretched body and
studied it. Probably a little older than himself the pale skinned boy lay
on his back with eyes closed. Peter remembering previous occasions when
boys had got themselves into water troubles rolled the supine body onto
it's side and was delighted to see water trickle from the boy's mouth. He
gave the boy's chest a couple of flathanded pumps and more water burbled
from the still open mouth. He lay his ear against boy's lips and grinned as
he felt the faintest of breaths. The boy, and Peter assumed that if he was
fourteen then the stranger could be fifteen or even sixteen. He was bulkier
than Peter and well muscled wearing only white duck trousers as the younger
pirates did and a tattered sleeveless shirt. Peter reached out and gently
stroked one pink nipple visible in a tear in the shirt. What to do? He was
over a mile from his own camp and he remembered what Redskin had done to
one of the younger boys some time past.

Pinching the inert boys nose tightly he lay his lips onto the other's and
blew. Nothing. He blew again and there was a flutter in the boy's chest. He
blew again and suddenly the boy coughed and sprayed water from his
mouth. Peter sat back and watched as the pale body's form coughed and
choked and flopped onto it's side. His tight whites stretched over a
muscular bottom which distracted Peter as he grabbed the boy and dragged
him into a crouching position and massaged his shoulders.

'Gaaah...' the ash blond boy shook his head and Peter jumped back. This
could be a young pirate, one of the local villagers, in fact, he could be
almost anyone... what he wasn't was one of Peter's Lost Boys. 'Where the
hell am I,' the voice was a boyish treble with the touch of manliness
showing through. 'I feel like shit.'

Peter froze. He'd heard all the words before but not from boys, these were
bad words spoken by bad people, this was pirate talk. The boy suddenly
collapsed onto the sand, rolled onto his back and drew air in huge gulps as
if trying to flood his lungs. Peter noticed something else which he
wouldn't have normally noticed, the boy's white ducks were tight at the
front and positively bulging, Peter wondered what was inside. Well, he knew
what was inside... he wanted so see it as this boy was demonstrably larger
than he was and quite possibly Redskin as well.

'You are on Neverland Island,' Peter finally spoke. 'Where are you from?
What is your name?

'Adam also called Homeless from the good ship Venturer... I was cabin boy
and the cook's assistant.'

'Were you attacked by pirates?'

'No, I was swept overboard last night in the storm, no one saw me go,' the
boy, Adam looked at Peter with interest. 'I've never heard of Neverland
Island, where is the nearest mainland?'

'Who knows,' Peter smiled. 'We have our island, we have everything we need,
what else is there?' He looked around and decided it was time for this Adam
person to be awakened to where he was. The boy had clearly defined pointed
ears clearly visible with his short hair so he was elven or of elven
stock. He wasn't a pure human and Peter wondered if he knew. 'Climb on my
back,' he ordered.

'What?'

'Climb on my back,' Peter repeated with a smile. 'We are taking a little
trip . Clamp your legs around my waist and hold on... the boys call it
piggy backing.'

'We call it something else where I come from,' Adam laughed for the first
time but did as he was bid.

Peter staggered a little but managed to lift off as Adam called out with
surprise. 'What do you call flying where you come from?' Peter shouted as
they lifted ten feet, twenty and then thirty above the golden sands and the
narrow channel between the islet and the beach.

'Amazing,' Adam called out gleefully. 'I owe you big time and I don't even
know your name.'

'Peter, Peter Pan.'

'Right. Peter,' Adam clung to Peter as they moved inland over the
grasslands towards the woods and Peter's home. 'I must show my appreciation
later on, my gratitude.' Peter nearly did a nose dive as he felt his
passenger's dry lips brush against his neck and Adam's groin press against
the small of his back. God, what was happening? He laughed in the wind, it
was nice all the same, he could swear he could even feel Adam's hard
pee-pee pressing against him. He should have brought his fairy dust out
with him but didn't normally use it on the island. One quick puff and Adam
could have flown beside him... great fun. He did some swooping and diving
above the Lost Boy's Camp and when he saw some of them including Redskin
looking up he gently landed.

'You'd better lie down and have some nourishing soft food,' he whispered to
Adam before the lads scampered over to him and their new playmate.

'Greetings, Peter,' Red greeted formally looking at the tall blond
suspiciously. He bowed to the visitor or guest. 'Greetings, stranger.'

'Greetings,' Adam replied feeling a little out of his depth and still
feeling the lithe warmth of the flying boy against his belly and penis. He
owed this kid and was determined to pay what he owed. Peter Pan would
remember Adam Homeless for a long time to come. Peter and the boys seemed
rather childish and innocent but Adam wasn't, nor was Redskin. Adam had
noted the red skinned boy's eyes drop as he'd stood alone. Redskin wasn't a
child and neither was Peter, the difference being that Peter seemed to be
away with the pixies, Red certainly wasn't.

'Adam was washed overboard and nearly drowned in last night's storm,' Peter
explained to the goggled eyed younger boys. 'So, don't pester him... not
just yet,' he grinned. 'Red and I will get him fed and then bedded down.'

The two older boys took Adam and warmed up some vegetable soup which Adam
thought was disgusting but Red swore it contained invigorating herbs and
then they convinced the tall blond to lay down on Peter's bed and
relax. The funny thing was Adam felt as right as rain and really wanted to
investigate this little band of boys. He'd heard rumours as his ship had
travelled the West African trade routes, he'd always put these stories down
to old salty tales along with mermaids, trolls and goblins but he had flown
on a boy's back and that wasn't a dream, it had actually happened. He was
in a hut in a semi jungle surrounded by boys who should have been at school
and the hut was as fully furnished as his father's big house in the great
port of South Hampton.

Adam had been serving time as a dog's body on one of his father's ships
learning the trade from the bottom up as his father had said. What dear
daddy had neglected to mention that on a small cargo ship there was a lot
more 'bottom' than 'up' during the long night watches. 'I need to show my
appreciation,' Adam stretched out on the surprisingly comfortable bed.

'You've said that before,' Peter grinned and sat on the edge of the bed
looking down at his guest. 'I can send a pair of the boys down the harbour
to ask after your ship. It may have put in for repairs.'

'Thank you,' Adam glanced at the redskinned boy still standing in the
corner of the room. He swore he saw the well built kid wink but it may have
been his imagination, but what wasn't imagined was that the boy was a
doll. As tall as Adam himself which made him slightly taller than Peter
this kid was beautiful in every way. Adam felt a tingle in his groin which
wasn't bad, he was just about returning to the land of the living.

' I should look after the younger boys,' Red looked at Peter. 'I'll keep
them away from you two,' he gave Peter a knowing smile which was lost on
our Peter but not on Adam the Horny also called the Homeless.

'Alright,' Peter agreed. 'We always have one of the older boys look after
the babies, the really young ones,' he explained to Adam, 'just in case
they get into trouble but the older boys normally run around in pairs for
the same reason.'

'Makes sense,' Adam looked at Red willing him to leave and it must have
worked as Redskin gave them both another smile and left after promising to
return later in the afternoon.

'Seems like a nice kid,' Adam commented as Red disappeared and closed the
outer door.

'He is, he's my best friend,' Peter grinned. 'He looks after the boys if I
have to go away.'

'Oh,' Adam nodded not really understanding why Peter would need to go away
and not understanding the setup either but the title of Head Boy and Deputy
seemed to fit the bill, just like at school.

'How do you feel now?' Peter stood and looked down at his guest, he
particularly took in the tattered shirt and the tight white trousers with
it's bulky groin. How he would like to see his new friend naked and lo!
Adam played right into his hands (doesn't it always happen in these
stories).

'I feel all itchy, all salty,' Adam wriggled around on the bed, even a
dummy like the light brown haired and slighly dim Peter had to take the
hint.

'Oh, that's easy,' Peter laughed. 'You can have a nice warm shower, the
tank must have warmed by now.'

'Tank?'

'Yes, I have one on the roof and the sun warms the water. There's a shower
through here,' Peter opened a light interior door displaying what seemed to
be a bathroom or maybe just a shower and bath, there was no toilet
visible.'

'Ah, great,' Adam swung his feet off the bed. It was pretty clear from the
way Peter was performing he'd have to push the pace. If their positions had
been reversed he would have had his 'saved boy' naked by now and would be
paying some close and personal attention to that boy's body. 'Push, push,
push?'

'Pardon?'

'Nothing, just talking to myself.' Adam laughed peeling his tatty shirt off
displaying his muscular and pale skinned torso. He heard Peter stiffle a
gasp and grinned. 'You'll have to show me how it works.'

'Yeah,' Peter croaked.

Slowly and deliberately Adam peeled his tight trousers down and then stood
in the skimpiest of briefs, Peter just stood there open mouthed. Adam
ignored him and just as slowly and sensually peeled his briefs down
allowing his fully extended and blood gorged penis to flop free. He gave
Peter a grin and stepped through into the shower room. 'Show me how it
works then,' he looked at the complicated brass wheels and levers. The
thing looked like the construct of someone with demetia.

'I better take my clothes off,' Peter bleated. 'I need a shower anyway.'

'Great,' Adam blatantly stared at what he could see of Peter disrobing in
the next room. The boy had a firm boyish chest and Anthony felt his penis
filling out. Before he could watch Peter drop his shorts he had to turn
away, he didn't want to scare his prey off.

'This is so embarassing,' Peter muttered but Adam heard him move into the
shower room.

'If it's a stiffy, don't worry, it happens,' Adam chuckled. 'Have you never
showered with another boy... in private.'

'Never,' Peter groaned and Adam felt the brush of Peter's warmth against
him, soft and bouncey. He almost laughed out loud, Peter Pan had slipped
into the shower backwards leading with his bum so Adam promptly turned
around. He wrapped his strong arms around the slighter boy and Peter
squealed.

'Calm down, calm down,' he soothed the boy. 'I owe you, I'm going to make
you feel good... alright?'

'Alright,' Peter's voice shook as he surrendered to the strange sensations
rushing through his body and the warmth and firmness of the other boy's
larger body pressed against his. He could feel Adam's hardness pressing
against the top of his bottom at the base of his spine and looking down he
could see that his own boy cock was at full stretch in sympathy. 'Mmmm...'
he tentatively pressed back hearing Adam groan with pleasure.

As the warmish water started to trickle from the jerry rigged shower both
boy's realxed and Adam upped the stakes. He slowly moved against Peter
feeling the boy's tenseness leave him and the shorter boy seemed to relax
in his embrace. 'That Redskin fancies you, you know, Peter.'

'Fancies me?' Peter's voice broke again.

'Does he sleep with you?'

'No,' Peter denied emphatically.

'You should let him, you'd have fun,' Adam took a gamble and reaching
around took a firm grip on Peter's hardness. 'Nice one.'

'Adam,' Peter squirmed in the larger and stronger boy's arms, he knew he
had the power to slip free and flee but he didn't want to.  He never knew
that playing with another boy in this way could become much fun, in fact,
it was only in his dreams that it had ever occured that boys might possibly
do things together. Now his wild imaginings had come to life. He could feel
Adam's stiffness pressing against him as they crammed in the small
shower... it couldn't end here.

'I feel desalted,' Adam kissed the side of Peter's slender neck and our
hero nearly fainted. 'Now, I want to pleasure you properly.'

'How?'

'Follow my lead,' Adam smiled and turned Peter around. Peter blushed as he
felt his hardness slip against the other boy's bigger one. Adam wrapped his
hand around both and slowly moved them to and fro. 'Bed... just let me
lead.'

'Alright,' Peter surrendered totally and alowed himself to be partly dried
off and then guided to the bed and laid in the centre. He wanted this and
was totally limp in Adam's hands, well, almost limp. Adam lay the boy onto
the bed and crouched between Peter's parted legs with his big dick swinging
looked directly into Peter's blue eyes. Grey eyes met blue and they both
smiled slightly, Adam in anticipation and Peter in pleasure mixed with a
little fright. What next?

He soon found out, Adam reached out placing his hands either side of
Peter's torso and lovered himself. As Adam's face came down onto his Peter
closed his eyes as he felt warm lips meet his and then kiss him. He
wriggled under the marooned boy but Adam's tongue probed at his lips and
Peter opened his mouth to admit the boy's flickering tongue. After long
minutes of breathe taking and frantic lip munching they broke for air and
Peter looked into Adam's grey eyes and blushed deep red.

'We shouldn't be doing this,' he whispered and flinched as Adam's lips
lightly brushed his nose.

'Why not, we're in private,' Adam nuzzled at Peter's smooth neck getting
the boy sqirming gain. 'Three questions: Like it? Hate it? Stop or carry
on?'

'Don't stop,' Peter giggled and stroked Adam's smooth chest and rubbed his
thumbs across hard pink nipples. He didn't know what was happening but he
wanted more, he was a bit wary of where the 'more' would lead but he was an
adventurous boy and this was a great adventure. The problem was all the
time Adam played with him he kept getting images of Redskin in the same
position... very strange.

'I did say I owed you and I hoped to pay you back just a little,' Adam
stared at Peter and awaited a response.

'Yes?' Peter felt his voice break again.

'Here' goes... just lay back and enjoy.' Adam's head dropped and Peter
jumped as he felt warm and now wet lips and teeth on his nipples making
them slippery and surprisingly enough hard. He held the boy sailor's blonde
cropped hair and his head as it moved down his body. Suddenly he froze
having the first suspicion of what was about to happen.

'Adam,' Peter moaned as he felt the blond's wet tongue lap down onto his
belly and then horror. He heard Adam telling him to relax but the boy had
grasped Peter's erection and held it upright. Without a word he swiped his
tongue across the bulging knob removing the bubble of clear precum and then
very slowly and deliberately sank his mouth over Peter's dark red cock's
end. 'Aaaaaaah...'

Peter didn't know if he was in heaven or hell, this sort of thing was
totally outside his experience. Adam's hands were running up and down his
torso and even slipping under him clasping his bottom and all the while the
warm, wet suction was on his cock sucking and salivating. It was heaven, he
was in heaven he finally decided and stroked Adam's hair which now dried
out stuck up in an unrtidy bristle. 'Adam...' he sighed and took a
tentative prod up into the boy's mouth.

'That's more like it,' Adam gobbled and cupped Peter's ballsac now tight
under his body and gently rubbed the fleshy nuggets together. Peter wasn't
listening however, he was feeling the same feeling when he'd squirted in
the night. The tighness below, the aching and then the burning.

'Adam, Adaaaah...' Peter groaned and tried to push the blond boy's head
away but Adam stayed glued to his desire. He sucked as he felt the slippery
shaft harden even more and then took Peter right in deep as he felt the
first splat of creamy goo hit his tonsils. Again and again, Peter's cock
jerked and Adam swallowed the boy's thick, pearly semen. He tasted it and
liked it, sugar and spice and all things nice, he remembered the rhyme. He
allowed Peter's softening cock to slide from his mouth feeling a splash on
his cheek and then ducked again sucking up the spillage and lapping Peter's
small pubic patch clean. Peter for his part just lay there panting and
feeling totally and utterly drained. He'd squirted the white stuff again
but much, much more, he'd cum, he knew that much but Adam had actually
swallowed it, his new friend had drank his white pee.

'How was that?' Adam lifted himself on one elbow and looked at his younger
lover. 'OK?'

'Fantastic,' Peter smiled wearily. 'Incredible.'

'Good,' Adam slipped back up alongside and kissed Peter, this time the boy
who never grew up returned it with feeling. This was new, this was great.

'I'll have to rescue you again,' Peter murmured and laughed.

'What's funny?'

'That...' Peter wiped a bead of his boy juice from Adam's jaw and looked at
it. It wasn't as watery as the last lot, it was thicker and whiter.

'Virgin cream,' Adam gave a chuckle and taking Peter's hand sucked the cum
clean.

'Ew,' Peter pulled a face which made him feel bad, he had tasted himself
before. He decided to make amends to his new friend. He didn't know if he
could muster the courage to suck it but there was one thing he knew he
could do. 'Can I hold it,' he glanced down Adam's belly at the fleshy white
fleshed spike jutting upwards. The skin had gone and Adam's pee-pee looked
decidedly angry, it was bulging and the knob was dark red and sporting a
bead of thick white pee.

Peter knew all his words were wrong but he had a feeling Adam would educate
him, this boy, the boy he had saved clearly knew things Peter didn't and it
was Peter's job to learn on behalf of the other boys. That was his
reasoning at least and he reached down taking the hot mass into his hand.

'Yeah, nice,' Adam groaned and stretched out on the bed like a big
cat. 'You don't have to do this, Peter.'

'I want to,' Peter's reply was short as he got a good grip and started to
move his hand up and down in what he later learned was called a wank. Being
even more daring he wiped the trickle of cum clear and slowly took it to
his mouth closely observed by Adam who lay there with slitted eyes. 'Nice,'
he echoed Adam's word. The blond semed to sigh with relief and it was, he'd
rather assumed that seducing Peter would be a long job but maybe not all
that long. 'You can teach me things,' Peter ducked his head and carefully
slipped his tongue across the tip of Adam's penis without taking it in.

'Music to my ears,' Adam whispered and ruffled Peter's unkempt brown
hair. 'Kiss me again.'

'Alright,' Peter smiled brightly and kissed the tip of Adam's hardness and
then slowly slid his lips over the bulging helmet.

'Ooooooh...' Adam wailed. 'On the lips I meant.'

'Sorry,' Peter gobbled around the thick meat in his mouth. He knew
perfectly well what the seemingly older boy meant but had taken the
plunge. He slipped his lips up and down Adam's thick shaft feeling the
stiffness and warmth and then the gentle movement as Anthony started to
slyly fuck. Peter was past caring now, he copied Adam's movement so that he
was crouched over the supine boy and reaching under clasped the firmly
muscular buttocks.

'You want it?' Adam clenched his bum cheeks in Peter's hands. 'You can have
it tonight... more reward.'

'Want what?' Peter looked up and then ducked his head again and continued
with his task. Adam seemed to have got bigger, his erection was like an
iron bar, Peter's head started to move up and down until he had the meaty
knob right in the back of his throat.

'I'm gonna cum,' Adam cried out and before Peter could remove his mouth he
blasted surge after surge of his hot spunk deep into Peter's throat. Peter
choked but swallowed and sucked again as Adam spent himself in thick gooey
squirts. As Peter pulled off his lips gleamed with cum and giggling he
allowed himself to be pulled up alongside Adam and then the blond's tongue
met his and they exchanged their sweet fluids.

'So, you've never done this sort of thing with any of your boys?' Adam
asked as they later lay side by side exploring each other's bodies.

'No.' Peter looked shocked.

'That Redskin would do it with you, he fancies you,' Adam looked at his
newest lover. 'I'd let him do me.'

'What? Wank you?' Peter was picking up the jargon.

'Shag me as well,' Adam laughed.

'Well, I've got an idea how to do it with a girl but you can't do that sort
of thing with a boy. Shag means make love, right?'

'Spot on,' Adam laughed. 'I reckon that Redskin is doing it with one of the
other kids or at least playing around but he really does fancy you.'

'How do you know that?' Peter scowled although he was secretly
delighted. Doing what he'd done with Adam was great, how much better would
it be with Red?'

'The way his eyes follow you. Who do you reckon he's doing things with.'

'Maybe Ralph, they seem to spend a lot of time together, they're great
friends.'

'Well, that's the one then,' Adam laughed. 'Cuddle up,' he'd spotted that
Peter was rising to the occasion again, maybe a time for a little more
instruction. 'Come on cuddle up... I feel chilly.' He tried to look the
shipwrecked mariner part and Peter took pity on him. As Adam lay on his
side facing away Peter snuggled up and somehow his hardness seemed to find
it's own way between Adam's snowy white cheeks. Adam raised his leg a
little and when he felt Peter's hardness under his balls he dropped his leg
neatly trapping the novice between his thighs.

'Golly gosh,' Peter moaned and clutched Adam's broad back as he felt the
heat and tightness clamp on his slippery cock. This was all too much for
him now and with a newly aroused sexual appetite he moved slowly to and fro
enjoying it more and more as Adam gently pushed back onto his thrusts.

'Slow down, Tiger,' Adam chuckled. 'If Redskin comes in, he'll want to join
in.'

'I don't mind.'

Adam laughed. Peter had clearly never heard of a daisy chain and certainly
not realised that he was the obvious target if there was a third member .

'Sleep,' Adam whispered and closed his eyes. What a night and what a day:
Swept overboard from his ship, half drown, rescued by a boy and a flying
boy at that and now he was on the cusp of taking that boy's virginity. The
Gods must be smiling on him.

When Peter next awoke Adam was still sleeping. He got up and hurriedly
covered his sleeping guest. He was wasn't ashamed of what he'd done with
the blond boy but all the same he was nervous, he didn't want the younger
boys to know he'd been kissing, holding and doing other things with
Adam. The shipwrecked boy was a complete stranger after all and he wasn't
one of them. That was the main thing, the world passed by but the Lost Boys
were eternal. From his brief conversations between their 'snogging' and
groping' (so many new words) he'd gathered that there was a world outside
and apart from Neverland and it was a world he wanted no part of.

With what he'd learned and was going to learn life would become better,
there was Redskin for one, Ralph maybe and others... such fun to be
had. The next time he visited Wendy's world he wouldn't be collecting any
girls with yappy little brothers he'd be going for a young 'street kid'
that Adam had spoken about. Maybe one or two a year, he stiffled a laugh as
he stepped from his hut to catch up on his boys.

Camp was deserted but he knew where to find them, taking the track to the
beach he soon heard the laughter and yelling as his little crew came into
view. He soon found what he was looking for, Redskin was squatting by the
big tidal pool where he liked to dive and swim and he was alone, he looked
up as Peter strolled up and welcomed him with what Peter thought was a
strained smile.

'The big boy is well?' Redskin asked.

'Sleeping,' Peter replied briefly. 'A very interesting boy, he has many
curious ideas,' Peter faltered, this conversation was going to be difficult
especially as Red had been in the water and was clad only in his pouch that
barely covered his private pieces, Peter felt his eyes drawn to the tight
black pubic hairs that protuded over the top of the tiny garment.

'Yes, he seems quite nice... quite attractive,' Redskin spoke haltingly and
Peter realised that the redskinned boy was just as nervous and uncertain as
he was. 'How long is he staying?'

'I don't know,' Peter grinned. 'Long enough for you and I to get to know
him better.'

'Aah,' Red lay back and looked at the sky. What exactly did that mean?

Peter gulped, as Red lay there his soft penis seemed to bulk at his groin
and Peter wondered if it was growing, his was that was for sure but he'd
put on his floppy knee length breeches which hid his burgeoning
boyhood. Very nervously he reached out and ran one finger along the side of
Red's super smooth thigh. Red flinched then sat up and looked around,
seeing that the other boys were at the edge of the jungle and some distance
away he turned in and gazed at Peter with his dark brown eyes.

'Don't forget, Peter. I'm your best friend. This Adam is just a stranger,
another Wendy and boys... a visitor.'

'True,' Peter grinned and shuffled in just a little closer. He was going to
risk it, he was going to make his move, he just hoped that Adam knew what
he was talking about. He reached out and cupped Red's balls in his hand
feeling the warmth and bulk through the soft material of the pouch that
covered them. He could see Red's boy dick filling out and suddenly the dark
red, almost purple head slipped from it's covering. 'Nice,' Peter whispered
and Red moved a little closer. This time it was Peter's turn to look up but
the kids had moved further away. 'Very nice,' he freed Red's now rapidly
hardening organ from the pouch and held the shaft in his fist. The head was
bulging and he could see the smear at it's tip as he slowly moved the loose
skin up and down.

'Peter,' Red croaked. 'He's been teaching you things.'

'Yes,' Peter replied. 'It should have been you, I thought you said you were
my bestest friend.'

'I am,' Red suddenly moved and his lips were on Peter's and Peter tried to
squeal but Red's tongue was in his mouth and he felt the hot lump in his
hand get harder and bigger. 'There...' Red moved his head back and smiled.

'Don't take this wrong,' Peter looked at Red and smiled nervously. 'Don't
get upset,' he ducked his head and kissed Red on the chest and before the
taller boy could moved he placed a couple of butterfly kisses on Red's flat
belly with the hint of hard muscles showing through and then licked across
Red's slippery glans and took the sweetmeat into his mouth .

'Upset?' Red croaked and smiled lazily as he felt Peter's mouth began to
slide up and down his rampant shaft. He'd have to get close and uptight
with this Adam, the kid was a damn good instructor. Peter was sucking
better than Ralph ever had.

From the edge of the woods Adam wearing only a gaily coloured wraparound
observed the pair on the sands. The main bunch of kids were down the beach
screaming and yelling but not these two. He smiled as he saw what appeared
to be a kiss and then he saw Peter go down. 'I taught him too much,' he
muttered and felt his own penis thickening. 'I might have done myself out
of a virgin,' he grinned ruefully and turned to return to the hut. What
happened next was in the lap of the gods as they say but there was a small
boy blocking the path. Well, the boy wasn't all that small, he was probably
one of the older ones and he was the boy that Adam had seen with the
Redskin earlier in the day.

'Looks like they're making friends at last,' the kid grinned at Adam and
his eyes dropped to the tent in Anthony's sarong. 'My name's Ralph.'



			     To be continued.



This one ran away with me so I shall press on with a Part Two to complete.
I have a few Anthony Art Peter and Adam's in a zip. If you would like it
send me an EMail. They are 3D Sims and are all 13+. If you wish to visit
his site ask for a link and you can perv his 18+ as well.

I'll submit Part Two to Nifty between Christmas and the New Year.

GCutter66@gmail.com