Date: Sat, 11 Nov 2006 09:13:54 EST
From: J
Subject: Peter Pan and Me 61

PETER PAN AND ME   61
Just the Sex,  Pan

I laid on my side on a  pink-white-fluffy cloud. I sighed. I rolled over. I
slept. I was restless. I  wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the peace. I usually
longed for peace and quiet  and easy times. This was different. Nothing was
going on. Not even Peter was  having adventures. The clouds felt fine today. It
was a bright sunny day.  There were no pirates, demons, devils,  errant
angels, Vikings, 6 crazy brothers or a homophobic prince, or anything  that even
spelled trouble that can't be named. Yet I was still swimming against  the tide
and time. I longed for Peter. I wanted him. Badly and I know somewhere  deep
down, he wanted me sexually, too. There were plenty of signs. Especially  the
one in bright neon where he just flew out of the air against all odds on a
mission, loaded down with sharp weapons, and just about raped me. And I fucking
liked it. Anyway, I grew harder than hard under my ripped denims. I decided to
discard them. I went fully naked on the cloud. I threw them down and they
landed  on some Never Troll's head. Which was all right because he wanted to make
a hat  out of them. I guessed I would get some leaves soon, make them a bit
like  Peter's but that would only be if he allowed it. There were some things
even I  couldn't get away with, even though Peter loved me to bits, even I
couldn't look  exactly like him. The two new Lost Boys, the redheaded
Valkeryie-Viking stocky  child Tid and the now 6 year old former 17 year old Garvic were
doing  well.
But, but, for once I didn't  want to think about the Lost Boys. There were so
many of them now they sorta  took care of themselves for a change. At least
for a little while they would be  okay. And stay outta trouble. I even gave
them a washing not too long ago. I  just wanted it to be me and Peter, Peter and
I. Peter Pan and me. I turned onto  my bare belly and let the soft clouds form
a softer pillow there for me.
I didn't care what I was  anymore. A middle aged man turned what? Nine? 12?
14? I didn't care. All I knew,  all I thought about was Peter. I closed my eyes
and he was there. I breathed in  and I smelled his boyishness sweat and rose
taste in my nose. I swallowed and I  could swear I'd taste his saliva. Ewl
right? Not ewl. It was sweet and sour at  the same time, with all the best parts
from both types. Rough or sensitive, slow  or fast, hot or cold, Pan was just...
sensuous, sexy, loving, warm, and just plain  fucking hot! I wanted him and I
wanted him now. I sat up, swung my legs off  the side of the cloud and swung
them. Nervous energy? In two seconds, if something didn't happen, I'd go in
search of him, maybe to fucking rape him, find him and fuck the shit out of
him.  I shut my eyes and leaned back again, all my lids screened were images of
him.
Him in nothing. Him in loin  cloth, draped with weapons and without. Coy.
Winking. Long hair, short hair.  Ears more pointed. Ears more normal. He knew I
liked them more normal so he kept  them that way most of the time unless he
were up against some enemy he wanted to  scare or more likely, were mad at me and
trying to irritate me or make me mad  back at him. And it worked. Him
standing against a tree, one arm on it, one arm  bent, hand on his bare sexy hip.
Black hair, red hair, brunette hair, all shades  in between but I saw him  mostly
in  my preferred blond. I loved his blond hair. And those eyes. Those cheeks.
Full  blooded and sometimes bloody lips. That chin. Those perfect baby teeth.
I just  wanted to bite those lips and pull them down from his teeth and kiss
him all  over his mouth inside and out. Feel him between me. Feel me between
his legs. I  just wanted him. Fuck, shit, where was he?
As it turns out, he was  thinking pretty much the same thing as I. Only I saw
him on another cloud and  sulking. Turning over and over, belly, back, belly
back...back and back again.  Restless. He didn't want to grow up but he wanted
to not miss out on some game  he knew was played, not by children but by teens
who were partially grown up.  How could he do these things? Yet his body told
him he wanted to. Every time he  was around me. And his penis was fully
engorged and it scared him sometimes.  Sometimes, such as when he basically
sexually attacked me...something I fully and  whole heartedly wanted and allowed...and
loved...he had wild abandon and didn't  care. The hurt in between his legs told
him he loved it as much as I. And we  waited. For each other. Would it take an
eternity?
I looked again. Was he even  there? Or was it some cloud that looked like
him. That happens sometimes. I  hoped it wasn't a shadow. Peter's had an awful
lot of trouble in the past from  shadows, and not just the one that Nana bit
off so long ago. There were Pirate  Shadows and all that...but I didn't care
about that now...He was not on that cloud  after all...
I turned again and laid on  my back. I shut my eyes. He descended just then,
this time, slowly. I opened my  eyes and I saw the inquisitive Peter above me.
His long blond curly hair shining  in the sunlight, glistening rainbow like
effect shimmering outward from the  circle that is his delicious head. His
green eyes tinted blue and then hazel and  then full on green. His tingling body
seemed to grow in size as he moved. He  came closer, slower. He almost touched.
I widened my eyes and then knew his  intent and smiled. My eyes glazed over
but I  continued to observe him. As he observed  me. Closer. His face was full
of glow and of love. He tilted his head in that  way he does when he's
examining something for the first time. Closer.  Our chests just barely touched, I
could  sense his nipples hard and just tapping against mine, no, not even a tap,
a mere  wisp windly just brushing against mine. His whole body pulled back,
flying.  Yet....closer. He fought against the pull back and came. We met. He put
a leg over  my leg. Another leg over another leg. He was mounting me. The
clouds beneath and  around us formed to our body contour. He thrust his hips into
me. I wrapped my  arms around him tightly. I rolled him, "Peter, I love you so
much. So  much."
He repeated, "So  much..."
"Peter, I want to be you  and I want you to be me. I want you inside me."
"Inside..."
"I want me inside  you."
"Inside  you..."
"I want us to be  one...one..."
"Us...one..."
Peter was on the bottom now  and I mounted my legs over his tight muscled
ones. "I can't take any more of  this. We have to do this..."
"Do this..."  Peter, unbeknownst to me at the time,  was fingering a dull
edged knife. One of his many weapons he stored. A dull  knife would take a longer
amount of time to kill but it would hurt more.
I turned Peter over onto  his belly and the cloud rose up to meet his face
and lick it. He squirmed as I  put myself into his opening. I wasted little to
no time. I pulled out. "Are you  hurting?"
"Me, hurt? No, go on. I can  take it like a...like a boy should."
I rubbed my penis between  his cheeks, rubbing up and down the crack, passing
the hole which perked against  me and made almost go wild, my entire penis
tingled and jerking involuntarily. I  had my hands on his hips, moved them down
every now and then to rub his thighs,  the sides of his buttocks and his back.
"I wanna cum on you!! I wanna cum on  your back and your bare belly button!"
He turned to me, facing me,  body to body. He pressed me. We were horizontal.
I was on the bottom again but  our bellies rubbed. I pushed myself against
him, my dick rose between us,  sliming him with thick bubbly pre cum. I felt his
doing similar things. Often  this scared him and I could see in his face,
this time was no different.  However, there was something else in his manner, in
his face, in his resolve. He  was committed to this...or to something. "You
want me in  you?"
"Yes, put it in me all you  want, any way you want, as deep as you want and
leave it there for all eternity.  I want what you want."
Perhaps Peter thought,  child like, that I meant the knife. Perhaps not.
Perhaps he was thinking that I  threatened his immortal and eternal childhood. And
the only way to keep himself  safe from me was to slay me, to kill me, to
stab that knife so hard and so deep  into my belly button that I would die and he'
d forget me and slip and skip on  into the rest of time.
Suddenly, we were vertical,  the actions of the cloud. Maybe the cloud was
obeying Peter's mental state or  orders, I don't know. I literally felt his
body go primal  as I had so many times in the past. Only  this time, as I
throbbed against him and he against me, I didn't care. He could  kill me and I wouldn'
t care. As long as it pleased him, I didn't care. The  slightest bit of fear
left me as I felt the point of that dull knife inch  between us. The hot flesh
that met was somewhat parted in places by the cold  steel of the knife. The
blade was dull all the way down. The point began a slow  march into my stomach
hole and truth be told, fetishly, I LOVED it there. It  just made me hotter. I
felt great. It made him hotter. I thought how rugged and  rough my soft
Peter Pan was. I  couldn't bare it and he pushed my back to a rising wall of cloud
and it felt  wonderful. I met our lips and kissed him and this time, he
responded in kind,  and fully. He entered my mouth with his tongue and I did the
same. Our bodies  grinded. Hips jagged into each other. Pre cum was beyond  pre
cum. I bit his lower thick lip and  pulled it and he thrust his upper lip into
mine. Our heads waved at each other  as we enjoyed deep kisses.
Magic spots appeared all  over our bodies, I felt his as well as my own.
Tingling. Peter touching them. Me  touching his. I felt my touch on his body as
him. I felt his touch on my body as  me. We seemed to be merging into one...
something Peter might have to stop before  it was fully solidified and believe me,
our bodies were solidifying, harder and  more erect than either had ever been
before...
The blade had rubbed past  lower boy belly and entered my belly button on a
slant. As we kissed, Peter  turned it and straightened it out between us. Also
straightening out...or rather  up, between us, was our thick man rods. Peter's
was on fire. Mine was heating  up. We sweated. I parted from his lips and put
my head downward. I licked his  proud neck and up and down. I kissed his
boyish chin and he smiled. I then  looked up at his eyes and they were somewhat
cold but replaced immediately by a  warm love for me. As I put my head on his
shoulder, inching down, kisses  squirming over him from me, I felt that knife go
in just that much deeper. "Do  it, Peter, do it..."  I  said.
"Do it,  Chase."
Our bodies were very hot  now. The cloud we were on, rose with us on it. I
didn't care. I saw other clouds  left behind. Peter pressed. I pressed...birds
passed, Waldren passed. He also  passed a warning on to me. I ignored it.
"Peter, whatever makes you  happy, I want. I don't care what you choose any
more. I love you so much, I  don't care. I want to be with you forever and
forever and be part of you. Just  do what you have to do to stay the way you are
or move on, whichever you  want..."   I rubbed my hands up  and down on his
back and pressed them, finally, into both butt cheeks. I pulled  his butt cheeks
forward toward myself and pressing him against me, made me all  the more
hotter. I could feel the first blast of  what would be major cum shots, gathering
at the base of my cock head, ready to launch, edging, dying to launch. Fiery
slit. Throbbing slit, opening and closing involuntarily, showing the spear
head  of  white load ready to move out and  fire up over our heads and into outer
space, whitening the dark blanket of  a dark night and darker space among the
 universe. It was still day, mind you but we were rising up and up and soon
would  be in outer space. I felt his manliness up against my belly, nudging
against the  knife blade itself, fighting it for supremacy. Which would win? I
cared not. I  meant every word I told him. He could kill it and I would not hold
it against  him. I knew the predicament I put him as soon as I entered his
world, as soon as  he brought me to his world. I heard all the songs I thought
about when I thought  about my love for him and his love for me. You know the
ones, Coldplay  and the Loretta McKennitt songs.  The words made almost no
sense to me now.  My mind changed them to fit the situation. Peter.
Peter was caught in a web.  Kill Chase? Love Chase? Both? Stay young forever?
Move on? Both? Loving me in an  adult way meant Peter might change. "I ...I
found a hair  today..."
"Peter,"  I felt his asshole and pressed my left  middle finger into it and
out and rubbed his entire crack up and down with both  hands. Fingering it
over and over. "Peter, you're perfect body  is completely and totally hairless,
and I  love it just the way it is. You didn't find a hair and even if you
found one, it  wouldn't change how I feel about you. How much I fucking love you,
so much it  hurts and feels good all at the same time. I know what you must
do. I know ...do  it...do what you have to do. I can live or die with either
decision. I just care  about you so much...I ache and can't go on without the  moment
..."
And the heat from our  bodies...it was the magic we made together....and it was
so strong as Peter stabbed  me deeper, the blade melted and splashed between
us. "I made it, Chase...I cannot  kill you..."   As warm metal made  our sex even
hotter between us, we pressed. Peter lifted me up after he dropped  the
useless hilt to his stupid knife. He held my elbows and tilted his hips  under me.
His own dick entered me and we laid diagonally on the cloud. We were  in space
now, passing Jupiter and comets and meteorites, color filling the  darkness.
Stars appeared. The sun came closer but we had more heat, our cloud  entered
the sun. I burnt. But not from it, from him. He fucked me fully and  hardly.
His moans of ecstasy filled me up to the brim as did his  flesh.
He made lots of sounds but  only said three words. "Love you. Tight."
Somehow this made me cream all the  more. And faster.
He cam inside me and outside me, he shot  it all on my bare belly, making me
look like a part of the white cloud below me.
He pulled out and  shot a load on my stomach. I grabbed his  wrists and made
him stand fully. I held his shoulders and inched my head down,  rubbing his
arms, his sides, under his ribs, his hips, en route to his root. I  sucked his
dick and put my mouth all the way down. He arched his back. "Never  ehhh, never
felt that...ohahaaohay!"
I moved my mouth back up to  his piss slit and used my tongue to fully engage
it, dip one side from the  other, cum strings there. I licked them up, lapped
what else I could. I excited  him again there and as I did this, my fingers
found his balls and tickled them.  They hung there and then let loose...his dick
fired and created new clouds ...
"Ohhhhhhh!"  He made sounds I hadn't heard from him,  ever, except maybe
when Seth stabbed him. And that was when he fucked me again,  laying on me. When
he pulled out, I quickly lowered him down and pushed hard,  and then let loose
volley after volley onto his own bare stomach, coating it in  thick clumps of
boy love. Filling his navel, dripping down his washboard abs and  to his bare
goose bump covered hips.
I ignored the pain in my  navel. I was sure the bleeding there healed as we
had sex over and over in every  which way.
As I entered him, face to  face, I bent all the way down and kissed his face,
cum splashing between us so  that I couldn't tell which was who's.
"YOU,"  I huffed, "You...uhhhhhuk, you, YOU are so  fucking tight! Feels soo
fffffffuh, good! Ugghh!"
After I cam inside him, I  wondered briefly what this would change. Fuck it.
I didn't care. This HAD to  happen. We had to cross this road. The feeling
that my body had smacking into  his, and then slowly making love to his...our
spirits joining...the hearts and minds  becoming one...was beyond any description. My
body fluids joined with his, almost  as a living entity and then becoming back
to their  masters...
As Peter rose up, off the  cloud, he held me and wrapped arms tightly around
me. We rose off the cloud into  space. Saturn and Uranus passed us. Soon
Mercury and Pluto. I felt him totally  become me and me become him. I put my head
into his. My chest became his. We  were one being...no one ever wanted to share
this much with me. He took the chance  and he did it. He made me so happy and I
could tell by his heart in mine, that I  made him happy. Our chests beat as
one. Our muscles were tight as one. Our  tingling spirits were unison.
Flute music. Beautiful and  charmed. We shot off into outer space, headed for
new  adventures.
When we returned to  Neverland, neither of us were the same...but that's
another story and shall be  told as another time...