Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2012 05:10:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Mad Max <madmax_001@rocketmail.com> Subject: Peter and jeremy's adventures chapter 2 Peter and Jeremy's Adventures. By boys in the hood. ****WARNING**** This story is not for anyone under the age of 18 if you are caught being here then you have been warned about it. All names, Characters, events, activities, places and other things noted here is all fiction. It never happened as no one is real. Some may ask why, well it's out of my head that's why. If you want to contact me them email me at madmax_001@rocketmail.com . Copyright:2012: boys in the hood. Do not copy, change or repost without first contacting the owner. This story is about two boys heading down the Mississippi, enjoying their time on a river raft. It is around 1830 when this story began. I will try to keep this story authentic as possible but in no way does it represent the actions that the boys take in this story. Chapter 2 Heading south. Last chapter found the boys fishing for dinner and picking up a boy called Webster who is travelling down river to the next trading post. It was great to eat the catfish and chatter about the lifestyle of being a river boatman. "Dam that was the sweetest catfish I have ever tasted." Peter announced. "It sure was Peter, just like momma used to make." Jeremy grinned. `You know that the black folk know how to make the best baked fish as they use lots of spices and other stuff to make it taste better." Webster quoted. "My aunt had a black cook and she would make the best apple pie that would melt in your mouth." Jeremy said. "She knew that us boys always needed to be kept fed and would have a pantry filled with pastries and cookies." Peter grinned. "It looks like rain is about to fall so we better hunker down for the night and get some sleep." Webster remarked. A quick clean-up of dishes and pans the boys then returned to the river boat and settled under the old blanket and soon fell asleep. "Hey who has their dickie poking in my butt." Jeremy asked. "Oh sorry my young friend, my cock has a mind of its own and it always gets stiff in the morning." The 14 year old Webster said. `Does it always get stiff like that in the morning." Peter asked. "Yep it sure does Peter, when I was thirteen I started to see this milky stuff in my undershorts and boy was it so embarrassing for me as my mother would see all this sticky stuff that I squirted out of my cock during the night and sometimes I would wake up and find my cock as stiff as a 4 day old dead catfish covered in this goo." Webster announced. "Oh that was a strange thing to hear, you say your milk comes out at night when you are sleeping so that means that you are not playing with your dickie then." Jeremy quoted. "My pappa told me that it happens to all boys going through puberty and if you don't let it shoot out during the day your body will squirt it out when you are asleep and having a sex dream." Webster replied. "Are you going to play with it now so that you don't get wet tonight!!!" Peter enquired. "Maybe, it depends if you want to join me." Webster smiled. All three boy stripped down to their undergarments and soon boned up. `Boy I love seeing your cock Jeremy, it looks great without the skin on it." Webster announced. "It's ok but it takes me longer to get my milk out as peter can shoot it in minutes." Jeremy moaned. "I was told by a Jewish man that their cocks have less feelings to us uncut boys and it takes them longer to squirt their goo." Webster replied. "So that is why my dickie takes longer to milk." Jeremy quoted. "See your cock is dry and has small cracks all around the head so that is why you had to use the bacon grease to jerk your Dickie." Webster remarked. The boys continued to check each other's cocks seeing the difference between the boys. "Jeremy let me do you and then you do me and I will jerk Webster." Peter smirked. Peter grabbed the bacon grease and started to slick up Jeremy's cut tool. `Oh god I'm glad that I am a boy and able to play with my dickie." Jeremy gasped as he felt the greased fingers move up and down his slick shaft. He enjoyed playing with a boy's foreskin seeing the skin move back exposing the wet cock head that smelt differently to his. "Toot, Toot." . A steam boat went past the boys raft travelling towards the next outpost. "Oh my god I squirted all over myself." Jeremy moaned as the steam horn blasted again. "Something is going on out there we better go and have a look." Peter muttered. It was something that the boys didn't want to see, a huge steam boat on fire was heading their way and it looked like the captain was trying his best to steer his ship away from the boys. "Come on you lot we better try and get out of his way." Webster yelled. In moments the boys quickly untied their raft and started to paddle away from the burning steam boat. A few minutes felt like hours to the boys as they escaped from being burnt alive as the steam boat hit the spot where the raft was once docked. `Bloody hell, that was close." Jeremy groaned. "It sure was Jeremy, look all the passengers are trying to get off and some look like they are on fire." Webster shouted. The boys watched on as a few men jumped into the river. "Please someone take my baby." A women screamed. Webster decided to steer the raft to the river boat that was not on fire and yelled to the lady to drop her child as he would catch the child as he was good at catching things. The woman was in a wonder to drop her only child to a young boy on a raft but decided quickly when a blast shook the boat that she dropped the child into Webster's arms. "Oh my baby." She yelled looking down to the boys." "He's fine ma'am just a little shook up that's all." Peter yelled to her. "Oh thank you boys, thank you so much." The woman said. As there was another river boat heading their way, the passengers quickly gathered to the river bank, a huge blond headed man ran towards the boys raft and quickly grabbed the crying baby. "Thank you son, you did well young man." The father said. "Oh it was nothing sir, just a simple act of kindness." Webster smiled. `More than that son, you saved my son's life and I would like to reward you all." The man pleaded. A wad of cash was handed to the boys and soon a wailing woman arrived to take her baby into her arms. "Oh thank you, thank you so much for your help." The lady cried. Other passengers arrived and said great things to the boys saying that they risked their lives to save the baby. As the other river boat steamed towards the river bank and lowered the gangway the survivors were picked up and soon settled down with a drink or two. "Wow we are rich, look at all this money." Webster said. "Boy oh boy that must have been a rich man to do that." Peter remarked. "Yeah and we would have been killed if we didn't quickly move the raft out of the steam boats way and save that child as well." Jeremy gasped. "Well now what, I think we should try and catch a fish or two for a late breakfast." Webster announced. `That sounds good a my tummy is now rumbling." Jeremy quoted. "We still need to um you know finish our deed that we tried to do this morning." Peter said as his eyes lit up. "Ok let's fish and then we can finish our fun together ok." Webster smiled. The boys found their fishing poles and had a handful of worms left in the bucket. A fire was quickly started and soon the fish was cooked to perfection. Blackened fish with a few herbs that were found by the river bank soon made the breakfast dish a delightful meal to eat. "Now that was good." Jeremy burped. "You know we could eat like kings now that we a rich." Peter laughed. `The next trading post is about 5 miles away so we better get ready as the tide will be dropping soon." Webster quoted. The boys finished their circle jerk as we call them now. A quick dip in the river to wash off and use some hard soap to wash the dirt off their bodies. "Not too hard there Webster or you might rub my skin off my dickie." Peter moaned. "Opps sorry Peter." Webster gulped. Peter's foreskin looked a little rough around the edges. "Hey Jeremy do you want any help with that thing of yours.' Webster asked. "Hell no my friend as I can see what you did to my friends dickie there." Jeremy laughed hiding his penis. It was time to leave and head south and drop off Webster to the next landing and pick up some supplies. Now that the boys had some cash to spend they would pick up some flour, hard tack, tea and other items that would not spoil on their long river trip. "Gee it's getting busy around here." Peter quoted. `Yeah the trading post is only a mile away and it looks like all the trappers and slave traders are all arriving at the same time." Webster announced. "We better keep a look out for any riff raff as we don't want our reward money taken off of us." Jeremy said. The boys arrived at the trading post and found a spot to anchor. "Well Webster it was great to have you with us and I know that you need to find your relative so good luck to you and hey we sure enjoyed our fun together." Peter said as he hugged Webster and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "We will miss you Webster but we might bump into you when we return home again." Jeremy grinned as he too hugged the boy and gave his dickie a squeeze. Webster took off looking for his uncle around the tavern as the other boys fought their way into the trading post to find some goods to buy. "Heck it sure is busy here Jeremy, we better grab a sack and fill it up and then head off my friend. "Peter grinned. The trappers were sorting out their furs and arguing about the price they were given for their goods. A huge man lunged towards the boys and soon found a large wooden baton crack him on the side of his head. "Hey you boys better get out of here or your arse might get raped if you bend over like that again." A steam boat captain yelled. "Oh thank you sir, we are just trying to buy some goods and then we will be on our way.' Jeremy announced. "Ok come with me and I will help you boys on your way." The captain replied. The boys didn't know but the man who helped them was the captain of the steamboat that went up in flames and remembered the boys from the lady dropping the baby into Webster's arms. Peter gave the trading post manager the cash for their items and was quickly led out back to their raft. "Now boys you should return home as it can be dangerous on the river and you might get killed out here.' The captain muttered. "We will sir but we want to travel a little more and see the sights of the Mississippi river." Peter remarked. "Ok boys be safe and never go wondering around the river banks as you might get bit by a snake or something else that lives in the woods." The captain grinned as he shook the boys hands and returned to the trading post. "That was close Peter, did you see the blood pouring out of that man's head." Jeremy said. "Hell yeah, the captain must have seen what that thug was going to do to us and he clubbed him on the head." Peter giggled. "Um lets go down river and then we can stop and cook some corn and potatoes and catch a fish or two for dinner." Jeremy smiled. A few jack rabbits hopped by the boys and then quickly scampered away. "Gosh, I wish I had a gun and then we could shoot us a good few rabbits for dinner." Peter remarked. "Well if we were 16 then we could shoot but until that time we shall have to wait to own a gun." Jeremy replied. "I know Jeremy, it's not right that we have to wait that long to own one but father did say that grownups should be in control of firearms instead of babies holding guns." Peter noted. The smell of fried fish and boiled potatoes and corn was a treat for the boys. Salt and pepper was bought to add flavour to the meal. A pot of tea was also boiling away with a new pot to cook with as the ones in the raft were not in the best Condition. "Now this tastes good, really good." Jeremy gasped after biting into his catfish. "Would it not taste better? with a squirt of my best milk." Peter giggled. "Ah yes the elixir young teen milk that we have just found between our legs, yes a drop or two would go down well with this dish, maybe we could have some after supper tonight." Jeremy announced. "Now if Webster was still here we could tap his seed as he did shoot a bucketful of the stuff.' Peter quoted. "He sure did my friend, his dickie was a delightful treat to see and yes his seed could travel up to his nose when he came." Jeremy giggled. "Um Jeremy do you miss your foreskin, I watched you when Webster was jerking his fingers over his wet sticky skin and you gasped when the white milk formed over his foreskin lips." Peter asked. `I do and I don't my friend, like I said I was a baby when it was removed and I know nothing about it but to see your acorn poke out of its skin when you stroke it does make me hard." Jeremy moaned. "would you like to poke yours into mine again and squirt your milk into my dickie." Peter questioned. "I would like to do that to you my friend and when we have finished eating dinner we will join our dickies and become bonded as blood brothers." Jeremy grinned as he straightened his boner in his pants. `Do you think the other boys have fun like we do together." peter enquired. "Oh you mean playing with our dickies and squirting our milk everywhere, well I guess so, the older boys I hear are doing something I would never thought would be able to do with two boys but one older boy was saying that his brother prods his arse with his dickie and has sex with him like they do with the girls." Jeremy gasped. "You mean they stick their dickies up other boy's butts and sex them." Peter groaned. "Yep they say you can't get a boy pregnant by shoving his dickie up there so when they are wanting sex and unable to do it to a girl who is bleeding they do the boys instead ." Jeremy gasped. "Oh but you know poo comes out of that hole so it must be shirty to poke a boys bum hole and poke your dickie up there." Peter replied. "It might be Peter! I have never tried it as it must hurt a lot to stick your dickie up there and sex with it." Jeremy laughed. The boys finished eating and talking and decided to wash themselves before bedding down for the night. "I wonder if Webster found his uncle at the tavern, well he did say he had friends there at the trading post who would look after him until his uncle arrived. "Peter remarked. "Are we going to talk or are we going to have some fun tonight." Jeremy cooed. "Fun and lots of it!!!" Peter grinned. A blanket was draped over the wooden floor and in a flash both boys were in the stages of boning up. "Are you ready for some fun." Jeremy asked. `Huh uh! " Peter grinned. Jeremy moved his mouth over Peters cock and dribbled some spit onto the exposed plum cherry glans and started to stroke his best friends foreskin. "Now this is boy fun that all our friends would enjoy." Peter groaned as he felt his warm wet foreskin slide back and forth over his moist knob. "Let me enter you Peter, let's join dickies and make babies." Jeremy moaned. Both boys lay side by side as Peter took hold of his friends cut cock and coved both dickies with his foreskin. "We are joined Jeremy, let's play with them." Peter groaned as he stabbed his glans into Jeremy's glans as they gently kissed as their cocks warmed in Peter's fingers. "Make me squirt my milk Peter, I need to squirt. I—I –need---too-- oh –shit –this is so good, ----fuck my dickie Peter, --I `m Cumming, oh shit I'm Cumming." Jeremy panted as he jerked his cock into Peter's and shot out 3 squirts of cum into Peter's foreskin. Peter was jerking both cocks until he let out a moan as he unloaded his seed into his locked foreskin. Both boys were panting as their orgasms arrived. Cum was dripping off both boys cocks as they undocked. "Hey Jeremy would you like me to clean off your mess down there." Peter enquired." That would be fine by me." Jeremy grinned. He didn't know that Peter was about to lick off the mixed cum off his stiff pole until he felt a warm tongue licking off the offending mess around his cut shaft. "What are you doing Peter, that feels weird but don't stop." Jeremy panted. Peter was about to finish cleaning up the sticky mess when Jeremy erupted again splashing Peter in the face. "Now you have gone and done it Jeremy, you milked all over my face." Peter gagged. Jeremy did something he thought he would never do until now and that was to lick off the cum that he squirted all over Peter's face tasting his seed for the first time. "You have to do me now Jeremy and make me squirt my milk all over your face." Peter laughed. And that is what Jeremy did, he found a blob of cum under peter's foreskin and started to remove the sweet tender milk from under the skin. "Keep it up Jeremy, I think I am going to shoot my milk again." Peter moaned as he stabbed Jeremy's mouth with his cock and soon was being sucked off. "It's Cumming Jeremy, I feel it moving up my dickie." Peter yelled out. Jeremy gave peter's cock a few more licks and then pulled off as Peter Cummed all over his face. "It's all over my face and it's sticky and hot." Jeremy giggled. Peter never tasted his cum before and was wondering if it was bad to taste it but Jeremy did lick his cum so he moved his tongue towards the sticky mess and started to lick it all off. "Wow I would have never thought of tasting my own milk before but this is a treat I will never forget." Peter quoted as he cleaned up his best friend's face licking up the mess he just squirted a few moments ago. A dip in the river quickly washed all the remaining cum off the boys bodies and then returned to the bed for a restful sleep. It was fun for two 12 year olds to enjoy their sex play together and taste their cum for the first time. The sun was up and the boys opened their eyes to see a black boy standing half naked and cold next to them. "Who the hell are you boy." Jeremy shouted. "They call me Kinta, young sirs." Kinta said. "So why are you on our raft and what happened to your clothing." Peter asked. "I'm sorry young sirs but I was lost in the forest and found your raft by the river as I was being followed by some men who were poking their things into my bottom hole.' Kinta cried out. The boys looked at Kinta and saw the sadness in his face and decided to let him stay on the raft for a while. `Ok Kinta, we believe you for now but if you try anything we will stick you with this knife." Jeremy replied holding the bowie knife in his right hand. Kinta fell to the raft floor and started to cry. He was moaning as he sobbed on the floor. "Kinta stop crying my friend, you are safe now." Peter asked. Kinta was 10 years old and was a run away. He was being abused by his master and the masters friends as they raped him over two days. Kinta was sitting down and looked at the two white boys who were naked as the day as they were born. "Oh we better get dressed as we have company again." Jeremy giggled. Jeremy's cut cock was being looked at as Kinta had never seen a dickie like that before as his brothers and cousins had a cock like his and never saw a cut cock until now. "Oh thank you for saving me young sirs and I will do anything for you, anything at all." Kinta grinned. "It looks like you have not seen a white boys dickie before as your eyes have not moved from my dickie." Jeremy asked. "Please sir, I have never seen a white boy's dickie like yours but this boy has a dickie like mine." Kinta replied as he dropped his draws and showed off his 10 year old brown foreskined dick. "Now that is a dickie, your skin is hanging way down off your tip." Jeremy grinned. `You want to stick your dickie into his dickie don't you." Peter moaned. "Um we all could Peter, it's so long and would feel nice to try it together." Jeremy panted. His cut cock was boning up as he slid on his pants. Kinta didn't know what the boys were on about but would soon find out later on that day. "Here take this cloth sack and make yourself a covering for your body." Peter remarked. Kinta made a hole on the bottom and the sides of the sack and covered the top of his body with it. `Thank you young sirs, for the sack." Kinta grinned. As the day warmed up the boys started to make breakfast and Kinta saw the flour and other ingredients to make some bread. "If I may young sirs may I be able to bake some bread for you to eat as I can cook." Kinta smiled. `Ok but first you can call me Peter and this is my best friend Jeremy, second if you can bake some bread then you can." Peter replied. The boys watched as Kinta mixed the flour with other items he found in the wooden box. The boys had some tinned goods that they bought from the trading post and opened a tin of beans with the bowie knife. A cat fish was hooked on their fishing line and Kinta quickly gutted the fish and started a fire to bake the bread and cook the fish. `This boy can sure cook, it's the best breakfast I have ever tasted." Jeremy gasped as he ate the damper like bread and spicy cat fish that burned in their mouths. "Dam this fish is hot but heck its yummy." Peter grinned as he drank the sweet tea. "Who showed you how to cook Kinta, was it your momma." Jeremy enquired. "She did before she died a month ago as I had to help around the house and look after my little brothers." Kinta said as tears fell from his eyes. `What happened to your family." Peter questioned. My aunty took my brothers and I was given to a man to look after his chickens but when a fox killed some of his chickens he beat me and put his thing up my bum hole so I ran away." Kinta growled. "That was not nice of him to do that to you Kinta, you better stay here with us for a while and have some fun with us." Jeremy smiled. Kinta's eyes lit up and quickly gave both boys a hug and thanked them over and over. "So where does your aunty live now then." Peter requested. "She lives about 35 miles down river near the old trading post that was destroyed by fire so you can see it when you travel past it." Kinta smiled. "Ok we better get a move on as the tide will be rising soon and we need to move with the river." Jeremy said as he licked his fingers covered in fish flakes. With the river flowing nicely the boys soon took off relaxing under the shade of their raft. As the boys chatted about the weather, fishing and other stuff then the question that Kinta wanted answered was why Jeremy's dickie different to his and Peter's. "Jeremy may I ask why your dickie looks different to mine and Peters did you have an accident there or something." Kinta asks. "Oh you saw it, well do you know what a Jew is." Jeremy replied. "No sir I do not." Kinta said. "Well my mom was half Jewish and all Jewish boys have their dickie skins chopped off for some reason and I got mine removed a few days after my birth, so my dickie has no skin on it." Jeremy grinned. "It must have hurt when they chopped it off." Kinta gulped. `I suppose so, but I was a baby and can't remember it but my momma did say I bled like a pig and squealed like one when the man cut me." Jeremy gasped. "No one will ever remove my dickie skin as it's part of me now." Kinta smiled. "Do you play with your dickie Kinta, you know your dickie gets stiff sometimes when you fiddle with it." Peter asked. `I don't know what you are asking me, maybe you can show me." Kinta said. "If you can bake bread like you did jut now we will show you lots of things you can do with your dickie." Jeremy grinned. End of chapter 2 Let me know if you have any info for this time line and would like to share any info with me. Thanks. Max Boys in the hood.