Date: Mon, 24 Mar 2008 18:37:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: terry jeff <storiesterryjeff@yahoo.com>
Subject: Peter you make me young

Peter You Make Me Young
By Terry Jeff

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My name is William B am a graduate student working
theater with young boys for the weekend.  We had
brought double sleeping bags and slept on the stage.
It seemed sometimes a boy would get homesick and crawl
into another boy's bag for the night.


All of a sudden I heard racket in the lobby and saw a
group of boys and a man coming our way.  "What are you
guys doing here?"

"We have the theater for the weekend to work on
movement and action.  Why are you here?" I asked.

"We are here to put on the play Peter, You Make Me
Young, with an all boy's group for the public
tonight." said the man.  Later I found out his name
was Harry and all that hand motion wasn't for show
either.

As the boys huddled around Harry another young boy who
looked 13, blond, came from round behind Harry's back.
 "Hello."  His blue eyes looked into mine and I was
mesmerize by his beauty.  He was small in stature, and
was wearing green tights and a green fitting long
sleeve shirt and around his waist was a short grass
skirt.

"hurry Boys get to your position to practice your
parts." said Harry.

"Get the microphone working to see if we can help your
young voices."

My boys all watched the hustling going on the stage
and we ended up having to move our sleeping bags off
stage into the curtain's on the side.  Some of my boys
took seats while others were helping with the scenery.

"Oh my God, what else can go wrong!"  Harry turned to
me and said, "The microphone system doesn't work in
this theater. What am I going to do?"

"Well, Harry I have a solution.  I have a wireless
microphone system and speaker."

" Can you go back stage and fit Peter with the
microphone."

I walked back stage and Peter was standing there.  I
stood for a moment admiring his figure.  He was short
in stature. "I need to fit you for a wireless mic,
Peter."

"How old are you Peter?" He responded that he was
sixteen but most people think I look thirteen.  He
turned around as I admired his tight ass cheeks in the
tights.  I hooked the wireless box into back of his
grass skirt my hand pressed against the hard flesh of
his ass and he pushed back into me.

I ran the wire up the meshed shirt with leaves cover
his back and front.  I got up to his neck and brought
it around to the front.  As I was on my knee because
of his small stature I felt his hardness push into my
chest.  He was big for a boy his size but I forgot how
old he really was.

Peter said, "You like what it feels like?"

I said "Yes, you feel hard against me."

Peter pulled the front of his tights outward and told
me to reach in and take a feel.  I did and found a
huge hard hot cock in my hand.  I ran my fingers down
the shaft to his balls only to be surprised that he
had no hair.  I said "You have no hair."

"Harry says it make me look younger than what I am.
You like?"

I pulled out my hand from the youthful hardness and
felt wetness on the tip.  He turned around with those
pert cheeks and his and said, "I am always hard when I
do these plays."

My boys were in the audience and helping with the
scenery change.  The play was awesome with the little
boys in their tights and seeing Peter fly across the
stage.  His voice could be heard clearly to the back
of the audience.  This boy was good.

When he drank the poison, I had tears in my eyes and I
clapped so hard my hands were beet red.

At the end Wendy, who was a boy dressed as a girl,
asked Peter where can I find you.  He said, "Past the
church clock tower, Second Star to the right and
straight to HOME."

Peter and the boys took their bows to a thunderous
applause and standing ovation.  Harry came out giving
roses to Peter and giving him a hug on stage in front
of everyone.

As the audience filtered out, my boys ended up on
stage with the cast talking about the movements and
the flying and all the action that went on to make a
successful play.

Some of the boys were asking Harry if they could sleep
here tonight with my boys and he said, "Yes."  But be
sure to go home tomorrow, I come by to pick you up if
you don't"

The excitement eventually settled down and it was
getting very late in the evening.  Everyone seemed to
sharing their sleeping bag with a member of the cast.
That's when I saw him walk towards me with a twinkle
in his eyes.  He asked, "can I stay with you tonight
William". I answered with a nod of my head and rolled
out a sleeping bag for Peter.

I watch him strip down to his tights. His chest
glisten with sweat from doing the play.  I watch him
lift his arms and his underarms were as hairless as
the rest of him.  I took off my shirt and pants and
climbed into my sleeping bag.  I was almost asleep
when I heard the zipper of my bag open and a naked
body climb in next to me.  His lips touch my cheeks as
his blond hair hung over my black hair.  His fingers
ran along my chest touching my nipples I moaned.  I
felt his kisses along my neck and down to one of my
nipples

My fingers intertwined his blond locks of hair as his
head moved down my abs.  "Peter, do you know what you
are doing?"  I got back a muffled yes from Peter.  I
felt the snap on my boxers and my hard hot cock was
stiff and slapped back onto my abs.  I felt Peter's
hand grip my hard cock and start to stroke it.  I
could feel his hardness against my thigh.  I could
feel his hot breath on my cock tip.   Then I felt the
wetness of his mouth slowly descend onto my shaft.

I twisted his body around with his legs up near my
face.  I reached out touching that hard six inches of
hairless cock.  I ran my finger over and  along the
smoothness of his hot flesh and down around his balls
to his smooth ass.  My mouth engulfed his six inches
of boy flesh taking it right down to the base. As I
held him in my hot man mouth I felt him going Up and
down his head bobbing on my hard cock.  His suction
was tight around my cock head and his small warm hand
griped tight at the base of my hard man cock.  His
head went faster and harder as mine was doing on his
boy cock.  I flexed my ass muscles go up high off the
sleeping bag feeling as if any moment I was going to
filled this child with my seed.   I felt his leg
muscles tighten up and knew he was there also.  He let
out a groan and shot a load down my throat, sweet
tasting from such a young looking boy.  My own load
exploded into his mouth.  He crawled up next to me and
kissed me on the lips both of us tasting each others
cum from our mouths.  We fell asleep in each other
arms.

The next morning we could hear the boys stirring and
Peter got up putting on his tights and outfit.  I
slipped my clothes on before the boys found us
together.  Walking out on the stage everyone was
rubbing their eyes and saying their good byes.  I
notice some of my boys and the little boys giving each
other a hug good bye.

Where do I find you Peter?  He looked me with eyes
which twinkled and he whispered "Past the old church
clock, to the second star and straight to home."

People were coming by to pick up their kids at the
theater. It was a great weekend and we got to see a
show and lot of action and movement.   More than I
thought there would ever be.


When I walked out of the theater I saw the old church
clock across the street down the road.  I thought on a
hunch to walk down the street, at the corner the green
sign read Second Star Street.  I turned down the one
way street and saw in the distance the words Orphanage
HOME.  I decided to check it out.

I walked up and knocked on the door and knock. An
elderly lady opened the door and ask how could she
help me.  I asked if she knew of a boy name Peter.
She yelled back behind her and Peter, with his blond
hair came to the door.  He was wearing a tight shirt
and shorts and was barefooted standing to the side of
the lady.

He said, "William, I see you found the home and me.
This is Miss Smith she takes care of us."

"Miss Smith, my name is William B. I saw Peter in the
play last night and thought he did a great job. I
didn't know he was a orphan."

"Yes, and once they reach Peter age no one is
interested in adopting a sixteen year old.  They all
want young babies."

"Well Miss Smith this is Peter's day.  I am interested
in adopting him if that is possible."

"Come on in and we start the paper work and it should
take a week to get every thing together."

After all the background checks and questions from
Peter and me, we were approved by the agency.  A week
later I walked past the church clock tower, down
Second Star Street, and straight to the home.  Peter
gave me a hug on the step and I hugged him back saying
our goodbyes to Miss Smith as she shed a tear of
happiness.  We walked down Second Star Street and past
the church clock tower to my car.  We drove home.

Peter and I have been together every since and he has
made me young ever since.



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