Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2011 20:50:03 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Peter And The Pirates
Readers Warning; This story contains elements of sexual play between minor
boys. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to you taste, or if you
are a minor under the age of eighteen, then you should not read further.
This story is written and posted by;
This Boy's Life
Peter and the Pirates
Peter's life had taken some very rough turns as of late. It was, after
all, only a little over six months since he had lost his parents, on that
fateful day back in January. No one ever expects to be caught up in a life
altering experience; sometimes, it just happens.
That unexpected twist of fate, the unfortunate victims of poor timing
and someone else's poor decisions. Peter's parents had lost their lives in
a terrible accident. They had been out with friends at a New Years party,
and on the way home a drunk driver had come across the median and slammed
into their car. Doubtful if they ever knew what had happened.
It had taken only an instant, and in the blink of an eye, lives had been
lost; and others inalterably changed. Peter had gone to live with his Aunt
Susan, who had taken guardianship of him after the accident.
Peter was a good kid. He had just turned thirteen, and he was adapting
about as well as one might expect, after such an experience. Although he
had become somewhat withdrawn, preferring to read books, and comics to
playing and interacting with friends. Susan was worried about him, and in
an effort to help, she had signed him up for a two week retreat. it wasn't
really a summer camp, although the format was roughly the same. The
retreat was more like an upscale resort; feeling more like a vacation than
a structured camp. Several of the counselors there were clinically trained
in working with children like Peter, who might need some support dealing
with the traumatic issues they may be going through.
Peter had packed his duffle bag, including a few comics, and a book he
had just started; the classic tale of Peter Pan and the Pirates. He
enjoyed fantasy stories, and as the title character of this one shared his
name, he had been compelled to read it. The well known story, of an orphan
boy not wanting to grow up, struggling to find love and acceptance; well,
it felt a bit like his own story.
As if he didn't have enough on his plate, Peter was also going through
the changes of puberty. He was a cute boy, standing only about five foot
three, and his boyish face was accentuated by his dark blond hair, which
hung loosely over his ears. Peter had deep blue eyes and a small charming
nose.
He was still a bit on the small side, but physically he had noticed he
was beginning to develop. Having just showered, he stood naked in his
bathroom, studying his young body in the mirror. There was certainly no
fat on the boy. He was lean, and had smooth tight skin that was still
virtually hairless. He laughed at himself as he flexed his muscles in the
mirror; and then smiled a crooked little grin as he gazed down at his
genital region.
His young boy's penis wasn't circumcised, and looked to be about three
and a half inches in length; though he had never felt the need to measure
it. There was no hair on his pubic mound, other than the few blond strands
of silk that lay almost unnoticed there.
Peter had also discovered the joys of masturbation in the past few
months, finding that his smooth, loosely hanging testicles were now active,
and producing small quantities of viscous boy juice. He had learned the
unprecedented joy of orgasm; the mind altering explosion of pleasure that
carried him into his own fantasy world.
At nine a.m. that Monday morning, Peters aunt took him to meet with
several other parents and their kids, all gathered in a local middle school
parking lot. A van was waiting there to take the children upstate to what
had once been a resort for the wealthy. It was a great place on the coast;
a sprawling fifty acres of wooded countryside, which featured nearly a mile
of beach.
Part of it now, had been donated to be used as a retreat. During the
summer months, two week sessions were offered to youngsters from around the
state. Susan pulled her car into the school and parked near several other
vehicles already waiting there with the van. In all, six youngsters were
being picked up at this location. There were several others coming from
different areas around the state.
Several families stood chatting, and beginning to load luggage into the
back of the van. Peter stood, talking with his Aunt, saying their
farewells; and quietly looking at the other kids while he waited to load
up.
"Well, I'm sure you'll have a fun time honey. Just enjoy yourself, and
meet some new friends." Susan encouraged the boy.
"I will." Peter answered without much conviction. He loved his aunt,
and he knew she just wanted the best for him. He figured it would all work
out fine, and he could read his stories just as well at this retreat, as he
could at home; and who knows, he might just meet some new friends.
At last the van began to load, and Peter hugged his aunt before getting
in. He moved to the back of the van, taking a seat on the left. He leaned
against the window with his arms folded, and gazed out into the parking
lot. A few moments later, another boy slid onto the back seat alongside
him. He glanced at the other kid, who looked to be about twelve.
"Hi." the other boy offered. "My name's Dylon."
"Hey... I'm Peter." He answered, with a brief smile. Then he settled
back and looked back out the window. Within a few minutes, the van pulled
away from the school heading upstate.
There were five other kids on the van; a few of them talked, some
listened to iPods, or played with handheld video games. Peter and Dylon
talked for about forty five minutes; they liked each other almost at once,
but the other boy hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and he decided
to take a nap. Peter pulled his book out of his bag, and settled in to
read a little.
The van was filled with the usual noise of chattering kids, the low
tones of music coming from iPod headphones, and the gentle hum of the van's
wheels as it sped along the blacktop.
Peter read for awhile, but with the quiet drone of the van, and the soft
breathing of the boy napping next to him, his eyes began to droop. With
his head resting against the window he dozed off. The story he was reading
was fresh in his mind, and he dreamed of far off places, such as Neverland,
and of the lost boys.
After several hours, the van finally pulled into the camp and rolled to
a stop in the parking area. The retreat was a nice, modern facility. It
was actually only in the third year of operation, and everything was still
fresh and new. The individual cabins each housed only six kids, with three
beds along the left wall, and three on the right side. There was a small
bathroom at the end of each cabin, with only a sink and toilet. The
showers were still in a separate building near the offices.
In the parking area, the boys were divided by age, and assigned
accordingly to cabins, with some accommodations made, allowing friends to
share cabins. Both Peter and Dylon were assigned to cabin two, along with
one other boy who had arrived in the same van. There were three other boys
who had arrived in another van about twenty minutes later. In all, four of
the boys were twelve, and Peter and one other boy were thirteen.
The boys settled in, choosing bunks, and unpacking their stuff in the
individual lockers designated to each of them. All of the cabins were
`log' type structures, rustic, yet new. Peter chose a bunk at the back of
the cabin, and Dylon had selected the bunk next to him. None of the other
boys knew each other, so all of them were on equal ground.
After the boys were settled, everyone met at the main complex, a large
building which housed the offices, activities room, and main hall where
everyone would gather for meals. Here, the boys all met the retreat staff,
and were told the rules.
This was a retreat, not a summer camp. And so for most, this was more
like an organized vacation, rather than structured events.
They were allowed to sign up for various activities if they chose, only
a few things were considered mandatory for everyone to participate. The
group was pretty much like every other summer camp, a diverse mix of boys
and girls, from all walks of life. There were a number of others here, like
Peter, who had suffered the loss of parents, siblings or friends. Many of
them could certainly empathize with one another, knowing the loneliness,
fear or pain of losing someone close to them.
After all the usual instructions were issued, the boys were allowed free
time. The rest of the afternoon was theirs to do as they pleased. Explore
the grounds, mingle and make friends, or whatever they wanted. Peter
returned to his cabin and changed into a pair of board shorts, not sure
what he wanted to do. He climbed onto his bunk, and dug out his book,
thinking he might just read for awhile.
He lay back against his pillow, and making himself comfortable he began
to read again; `Peter and the Pirates'. After reading for some time,
Peter's eyes began to grow heavy, his head nodded down a time or two, and
finally the book settled onto his chest as he dozed off. Sleep took him,
and just as quickly he drifted back into his own fantasy dream. He became
the `Peter' from Neverland; the lonely orphan who surrounded himself with
other boys. Not wanting to grow up and become one of those `adults' who,
like his own parents, would abandon you. It was he, leading the lost boys;
a band of young adolescent boys, playing without rules or grownups, all of
them following their leader, Peter...
He was awakened from his dream, when he heard the door to his cabin bang
open. His new friend from the van, Dylon, had come into the room.
"Hey! Whatcha' doing? The other boy asked, walking into the cabin and
sitting on his own bunk.
"Nothin. Figured I might read for awhile." Peter answered. "Guess I
dozed off."
"Oh. Well I was looking for you. Wanna' go look around or somethin?" the
other boy asked. Peter considered for a moment, then nodded.
"Sure, I guess that would be cool." He put his book down and sat up on
his bunk.
"Let me change into some shorts first." Dylon said. He stood up and
stepping out of his tennis shoes, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them
down his thighs. Peter sat and watched the other boy, who stood there in
his underwear as he fished out a pair of Dockers shorts from his bag.
Then, as if he had forgotten Peter was there, Dylon slipped out of his
underwear, and stood there naked from the waist down, while he fiddled with
his shorts. He wasn't circumcised, and his young three inch penis hung
loosely over his smooth scroatum. Peter couldn't help but look shyly at
the other boy. He noticed that Dylon had no pubic hair, and had a small
dimple in his firm, smooth butt cheek. Peter smiled inwardly to himself,
thinking that the other boy's package looked a lot like his own.
Dylon glanced over at him, and though Peter quickly looked away, he was
quite sure that the other boy had seen him watching. When he looked up
again, Dylon offered him a timid smile, then pulled on his shorts.
"Okay, I'm ready." He said, slipping back into his shoes. Peter hopped
off his bunk and the two boys wandered outside. They walked around a bit
talking, then decided to follow one of the trails that led through the
woods, and down to the water. It was a well worn trail that wound through
the trees, steadily downward, until at last it ended at the beach.
The two boys explored for well over an hour, walking down the shoreline.
They played in the sand, threw rocks into the water, and had found walking
sticks to hike with, and of course, to use as swords. It was a warm
afternoon, and both boys had long since shed their shoes and shirts.
They stumbled upon a small stream that ran down from the woods, and
emptied into the shoreline where the fresh water merged into the bay.
"Wanna' follow the creek?" Peter asked.
"Sure dude." Dylon was quick to agree. And the boys began following the
creek up and into the woods. They hiked for thirty minutes, climbed
outcroppings of rock, and walked across trees that had fallen over the
creek like bridges. The woods were quiet, save for the gentle sound of
trickling water; and the buzz of a dragonfly somewhere above them,
seemingly following their progress.
"This is cool." Dylon commented.
"I know it's awesome, right?!" Peter grinned at his new friend. "Come
on. It sounds like there's some kinda pool up there." And the boys
scrambled up another small shelf of rocks.
Sure enough, the creek had pooled up here, as several other small
streams emptied into it in small waterfalls from above.
"Whoa... This is so friggin cool!" Peter beamed, and the boys grinned
at each other. They stood, breathing heavily, sweating from their climb.
Dylon wiped the sweat from his brow, then stooped and dipped his hand into
the water.
"Dude, that feels great." He said, looking up at Peter. "Wish we could
go for a swim."
"Ya, well what's stopping us?" Peter answered; and he slipped off his
shoes again, and stepped into the pool. Dylon looked over at him glancing
at the board shorts he was wearing, and then he looked down at his own
Dockers shorts.
"Man! You can swim in your board shorts, but my Dockers aren't really
for swimming!"
"Oh, ya." Peter realized. "Well... Hey you could, you know, swim in
your underwear!" he suggested. Dylon looked at his friend skeptically.
"Uh, I could do that... But... I'm not really wearing any. I changed
into my shorts without them." The boys looked at each other, and Peter
grinned sheepishly at him.
"Ok. So, maybe we could, like, skinny dip or something. I mean, if you
want to and all." He looked at the other boy's face, searching for a
reaction.
"Really? You'd do that?"
"Sure... I mean if you would." Peter told him. "Were like the lost
boys. We can do whatever we want." He stood up, and hooking his thumbs in
the waistband of his shorts he slid them down over his hips letting them
drop to the ground. Standing naked, he threw his arms into the air and let
out a yell.
Dylon looked at him, and a huge grin broke across his face. He took
hold of his own shorts and yanking them down, he hopped out of them.
"Yaaaa...' he shouted, raising his arms above his head. "Shit ya..."
Both boys naked now, they jumped into the pool of cool refreshing water.
The boys laughed, and splashed around together in the water. They
whooped and hollered, sharing in the joy of this naughty pleasure. They
splashed each other, and Dylon innocently jumped up onto Peter's back. The
boys began wrestling around in the water, their naked bodies tangling
together.
After a time, the boys had worn each other out, and they worked their
way to the edge of the pool. The sun still bore down on the rocks, and the
boys pulled themselves up onto one of the large outcroppings. They laughed
happily, and unfettered by their nudity, they spread themselves out on one
of the flat boulders.
They lay there for awhile, the late afternoon sun warming their naked
bodies. Peter looked over at Dylon, and noticed that the other boy was
glancing at his junk. Their eyes met for a moment; Dylon a bit embarrassed
that he had been caught `peeking', but Peter just smiled at him, and took
his own turn scoping Dylon's boy parts. They grinned at each other.
"Cool!" Peter stated.
"Cool..." Dylon nodded back at him. They lay there talking together
till the sun had dried them. The afternoon was getting on, and the boys
decided they should head back to the cabins. They dressed, and began the
hike back down the creek, toward the retreat.
_______________ Chapter Two
The boys returned to the main complex, and had just enough time to head
to the showers, before evening meal. They went to their cabin first, to
grab their towels. Two of the other boys sharing the cabin were hanging
out there.
"Hey guys." Peter greeted them.
"Hi. So what have you guys been up to?" One of the boys asked.
"Dude, we were exploring down at the water." Dylon offered. "It's so
cool down there. Then we went skinny dipping in the creek." The two other
boys looked at each other.
"No way... Skinny dipping? Really?"
"Seriously man." Dylon continued, "It's like way back in the woods.
There ain't anybody around, it was cool." He told them, then grabbing up
his towel and shampoo, he and Peter headed out for the shower.
The boys were the only two in the small out building. They hung their
towels up on the pegs, and since they had already seen each other naked,
there was only a moment's hesitation before both boys peeled off their
shorts and walked into the shower stalls.
They showered, and just like before at the creek, they both peeked at
each others stuff, but this time made no effort to pretend there weren't.
They talked freely as they showered, and Dylon began to bone up a little as
he washed himself. He turned a bit to hide his half stiff boy part.
"It's okay bro; I get wood all the time." Peter said honestly. Dylon
looked over at him, and the two boys giggled at each other.
"So... You ever... You know, mess around with yourself?" Dylon asked
hesitantly. Peter smiled at the question.
"Ya, I guess." He answered. "Do you?" But the embarrassed grin on the
other boy's face had already answered the question. The boys finished
their showers, and after drying themselves, they took their things back to
the cabin before heading to the dinner hall.
Later that evening, the boys had all returned to their cabin, and the
six boys talked together for a long while getting to know each other. Two
of the boys were brothers; twins in fact. Three of the boys, including
Peter, had recently lost a parent; so there was an unfortunate empathy
between them.
After a time, most of the boys had grown tired, and had gone to bed.
The twins had already fallen asleep, and Dylon lay on his bed, listening to
his iPod. Peter lay back on his bed, and settled in once again with his
book.
He read for nearly hour, before once again finding himself beginning to
doze off. He put his book down, and turned off the small lamp alongside
his bed. He lay there for awhile, and then became aware of small sounds
coming from his left. He turned his head, and in the near darkness, he
could barely make out his new friend Dylon: but it wasn't hard to tell that
he was busy pleasuring himself. Peter smiled to himself.
"Having fun?" he whispered. The sounds next to him stopped
immediately. "Oh, don't be embarrassed." He breathed. "I was just about to
do the same thing." There was a long pause.
"Cool." Came the whispered reply from Dylon's bed. After a moment,
Peter could faintly hear the rhythmic sounds start up again. He smiled,
and then reaching below his own covers, he slipped his underwear down his
hips.
Peter cradled his soft boy parts in his hand, and began slowly
squeezing himself. It took only seconds till his young tool came to life.
With his eyes closed, he began fingering the warm, stiff flesh that he held
in his fingers. He pinched his foreskin, sliding it around his glans. All
the while he listened to his friend's rapid breathing from the next bed,
and it excited him.
He began stroking himself, and surprisingly, he began to fantasize about
his new friend; having seen him naked earlier in the day. He tried to
imagine what Dylon's penis would look like fully erect. Peter started
moving his hips, as he slid his foreskin up and down over the head of his
dick.
He could hear Dylon moan quietly in the next bed, and it only excited
him more. His own breathing began to quicken, as those amazing feelings
began to build deep within him. He savored those feelings, and his hips
began to squirm around under his covers.
A soft moan escaped him as he continued pumping his youthful erection.
He could still hear Dylon's low sighs, and excited breathing. He squeezed
his eyes closed, and his legs and feet seemed to think for themselves,
twitching as his insides began to tingle with pleasure.
Suddenly Peter heard a grunt, and heavy sigh come from the next bed, and
he knew that Dylon had cum... The picture of it in his own mind took him
over the edge. His hips rose off the bed, and his buttocks clamped tightly
as his young testicles snugged against him.
"Uhhhh, uhhhh... Uhh..." Quiet moans accompanied his rapid breath as
his body tensed into orgasm. Fire erupted from him, as his milky boy seed
spurted up onto his belly. Another warm squirt, and then
another... Several dry contractions finished him, and his body collapsed
limply onto his bed.
Peter swallowed, as his breathing began to slow and his mind returned to
the present. Instinctively he turned his head and glanced through the
darkness at the next bed. Faintly he could see friend peering over at him.
"Cool!" Dylon whispered.
"Cool..." Peter breathed back. He smiled, and pulling his cover up to
his chin, he rolled onto his side and went to sleep.
The next morning, the boys from cabin two all shared breakfast in the
dining hall, and then they all spent some time shooting hoops. At ten,
Peter was called in to speak with one of the counselors. He walked into
the staff office, and waited till Connie, one of the clinically trained
counselors was free. She called him into her office.
"Hi Peter." She said, with a kind smile.
"Hello." He returned.
"Please, have a seat." She requested, motioning him to a chair. Peter
sat down and looked around the room.
"So, what's up?" he asked, looking back at her.
"Nothing specific. I wanted to meet with you. I spoke with your Aunt
Susan last week, and I just wanted to let you know that I'm here if you
have any issues you might want to deal with." Peter looked at her for a
moment.
"I don't have any issues." He replied.
"Perhaps not. Your Aunt was just concerned that you may have some
unresolved feelings regarding..."
"My parents." Peter interrupted. "I'm fine." His gaze went to the
floor, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"Well, I won't push." Connie replied. "Just know that I'm here if you
want to talk, ok?" Peter glanced at her and nodded, then got up and
started for the door. "You know," she said, "I lost my father when I was
fifteen. "So I understand what you're feeling." Peter looked back at her.
"No. No you don't." he said calmly. He wanted to say something more,
but he seemed to think better of it, and continuing out the door he
wandered back to his cabin.
He hopped onto his bed and folded his hands behind his head. Why
couldn't adults just leave you alone? Ever since his parents had passed,
everyone kept telling him they knew how he felt. It was bullshit. He knew
his Aunt was just trying to help; and he loved her for it. But he was
handling it just fine.
Peter was just about to start reading his book, when the door to the
cabin swung open, and Dylon sauntered in.
"There you are. You weren't in with the group counselor very long.
What did they want?" He questioned, as Peter sat up and slid off the bed.
"Nothing, nothing at all. Come on, you wanna' go do something? Maybe
go exploring again."
"Cool... I was hoping you'd want to do that. Let's go." The boys left
the cabin and ran toward the trails, Peter leading the way. They hurried
down to the beach again, and found their walking stick/swords, and
meandered up the shoreline. It was only around noon, but already the warm
sun beat down on them. There were a few other boys up ahead on the beach;
but not from their cabin
"Quick, over here..." Peter said. "We can't let them see us."
"Huh? Why not?" Dylon questioned.
"Because, were the lost boys. Those are the pirates. Come on, we need
to sneak around them, and escape to our fort, up the creek." Dylon grinned
at him.
"Of course, the pirates." He played along as they dove behind some
driftwood. The boys crawled a little toward some trees at the edge of the
beach. They got up and ran from one to another, working their way past the
other boys, who were doing some exploring of their own.
Finally they passed them, and made their way to the creek. Satisfied
that they had been undetected by the `pirates,' the boys hiked up the
stream; singing a song that they made up along the way, until they reached
their secret pool.
"Ha, ha..." They laughed, and slapped a high five. Peter pulled off his
shirt and waved it around over his head in victory. He glanced at his
friend, and with a grin he pulled off his shorts, and stood naked on the
flat of the rock outcropping. Dylon followed his lead, and stripped off
his clothes, to stand along side him. They looked at each other and
grinned, singing their pirate song again.
"The lost boys..." Dylon raised his fist in the air.
"The Lost Boys!" Peter called out in return salute. He turned and
jumped into the cool water of the pool. The other boy laughed and jumped
into the cool refreshing water along side him.
The boys floated on their backs in the shallows near the edge. They
bobbed in the water, with just their chests and faces above the surface.
They exhaled, to sink below the surface.
"Up periscope..." Peter said, as he raised his hips slightly, so that
his penis broke the surface. Dylon laughed at the joke, and thrust his
hips upward as well.
"Dive, dive...!" he answered, his junk floated a moment, then slipped
under. Peter laughed and lowered his hips. They looked at each other with
boyish smiles. "That was cool; jerking off at the same time last night."
He commented.
"No doubt... Hey, do you do it every night?" Peter asked. Dylon looked
at him and nodded.
"Sometimes twice a day." He responded. "It's so awesome." They looked
at each other a moment.
"Up periscope!" Peter said again. And this time when he raised his
hips, it was his erection that surfaced. The other boy cracked up, and
within seconds he thrust his stiff boyhood above the water.
They looked again at each other, and then with unspoken word, both boys
took themselves into their own hands and began jacking off. They watched
each other this time, both of them feeling rather excited at the sight of
the other naked and stiff boy right along side them.
They had scooted up together at the edge of the pool, so they were
sitting on the muddy edge, their dicks out of the water. Peter examined
the other boys prick, it was indeed nearly identical to his own. The other
boy held his slender tool between his thumb and three fingers as he stroked
it. This was the same way Peter liked to do his.
Both boys slid their foreskins up, and down over the head of their
young dicks; and Dylon's eyes were wide, as he watched Peter's purple glans
peek out, then slide back into its thin skinned sheath. He closed his eyes
briefly to saver the image.
Soon, Peter's legs began to twitch; his toes curled just above the
surface, and he began to moan. Not having to worry about being heard this
time, he made no effort to suppress his pleasured sounds.
Dylon was getting there as well, and he joined in the chorus of moans.
He could feel the soft mud beneath his butt cheeks, squish into his crack,
and cup around his hips. Peter laid his head back and sighed. As the boys
twitched about, Peter's lower leg and foot came into contact with Dylon's;
and neither boy pulled away, as the warmth of their skin felt exciting to
both of them.
"Ohhh, fuck... I'm ready to squirt..." Dylon moaned, and his nuts drew
in tight to him. "Ahhhhh, ahhh, ahhhhh..." A jet of hot, sticky seed
spurted from the end of his purple cap. The first burst actually landed on
Peter's thigh; the second on his own belly, as his hand flailed wildly.
The sight and feel of the warm spew on his leg sent Peter over the edge,
and he too reached climax. He deliberately leaned just a bit, so his boy
juice landed on Dylon. The other boy didn't mind in the least, actually
wiping it up with his fingers, then rubbing his still sensitive dick with
it.
Both boys lay back, breathing heavily, and gave a brief shiver with the
endorphin rush that had just consumed them. Peter's hand lay along side
him, and the other boy innocently dropped his hand on top of it. Their
fingers intertwined and they rested for a moment, holding hands.
They grinned at each other, and after several minutes of recovery, both
of then rolled over and got up onto their knees in the mud. Peter scooped
up some of it with his fingers, then reached out and `painted' several
stripes of mud on Dylon's face.
The other boy did likewise to him. Then he rubbed a handful `war paint'
mud onto Peter's chest. They smiled again at each other, and then began
coating each other in a layer of the soft gooey mud. Peter coated Dylon's
boy parts, giving it a good feel as he did so. With a huge grin, Dylon did
the same in return.
When they had finished, they laughed, and climbed together to the top of
the rock outcropping. Naked, coated in mud, they thrust their arms in the
air and hollered out "Lost Boys... Lost Boys..."
Down the creek, forty yards or so, two other boys were hunkered down in
the brush, watching the wild behavior going on above them. They looked at
each other, their mouths slightly open, in surprise at what they had seen.
"Whoa... Shit, we better get out of here before they see us." The other
boy nodded at him; and the two youngsters turned to sneak back down the
creek. At that moment, high up on their rock perch, Peter and Dylon
continued their whooping; unaware that they were being watched...
End of Part One...
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