Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 13:45:34 -0700
From: this.boy.slife@hotmail.com
Subject: Peter And The Pirates   Part Two

Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual play
between young boys.  If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your
taste, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should not
read any further.

Story Written and Posted by
   This Boys Life


Part two;     Peter and the Pirates


   The two naked boys continued to holler, and jump around on the rock
outcropping for another minute, still smeared from head to foot in their
mud `war paint.'  They stopped, and then began laughing at themselves.
   "This is so cool!" Dylon remarked.
   "Ya...!"  Peter hollered out one last time as he looked over at his
friend and grinned.  They stood there in the hot afternoon sun for several
minutes, the warm air drying out the mud that now clung to their bodies
like a second skin.  "It's nearly dinner time; I suppose we should get
cleaned up and head back to the cabins."

   The boys turned and together they leaped off the rock ledge into the
shallow pool below. They swam around for several minutes, and then began
washing the last of the mud from themselves.
   "Hey, can you get my back?" Dylon asked.
   "Sure... Turn around."  The other boy did so, and Peter splashed water
onto him, and began washing down the mud with his hands.  His palms slid
eagerly across the other boy's naked skin, washing all the way down his
back, then down to Dylon's butt.  He lingered there, and slid his fingers
into the warm smooth skin of Dylon's crack, washing away the layer of mud
there.  The other boy turned his head and looked back at him.

   "Are you having fun?" Dylon asked with a playful grin.
   "Huh... Oh, what?"  Peter snapped out of it, not really realizing how
much he was enjoying the feel of the other boy's body.  "What?!" he smiled
back, seeing the expression on the other boy's face.  Dylon looked down and
indicated Peter's young penis, which was now more than half erect.
    Peter blushed a little, until he noticed his friend was also boning up;
and then they shared another laugh.  They quickly finished cleaning each
other off, then lay naked in the sun a few minutes to dry.  Finally pulling
their clothes back on, they hiked back down the creek to the beach; then
worked their way back to the trail, and up to the Retreat.

   When the boys got back to their cabin they were the only two there, and
they changed clothes.  Peter plopped himself down on his bunk to relax, and
Dylon decided to walk over to the main complex to grab a few cans of Pepsi
Cola for them.
   Peter put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes to rest them
for a moment or two, until he heard the cabin door swing open.
   "Wow, that was quick..." he said, opening his eyes.  But it wasn't his
friend Dylon standing there; it was one of the twins.  "Oh, hi
Justin... Or, Jason, or... Which ever one you are."
   "I'm Justin." The boy laughed as he walked into the room.  He sat down
timidly on the bunk next to Peter.  "So... Can I ask you something?" he
questioned.
   "Sure.  What's up dude?" Peter propped himself up on his elbows.
   "Well...  You know yesterday, when Dylon told us you guys were, well,
skinny dipping up in the creek?" he paused.
   "Ya, so?" Peter prompted.
   "Well, we though you were screwing with us... So, well, we kind of
followed you guys today and..."

   "You were spying on us?" Peter asked, a bit concerned.
   "No.  I mean, well sort of." The youngster confessed.  "I mean, we just
wanted to see if you really did it."  Peter studied the other boys face.
   "So, what did you see?" he asked.  The other boy visibly blushed at the
question. He was quiet a moment.
   "Well... We saw you guys, you know...  Naked and rubbing mud all over
each other."  Justin said very quietly.  Peter watched him trying to gauge
his reaction.
   "So, did you see anything else? Peter asked nervously, wondering if
Justin might have seen them when they masturbated there.
   "That was all." The boy said. "We took off when you guys were hollering
up on the rocks."
   "So you're not gonna' squeal on us are you?"  Peter asked him
hesitantly.
   "No.... No not at all." Justin shook his head.  "Actually, me and Jason
thought it was cool.  We were kinda' wondering if, well, if we could go
with you next time."  Peter looked quickly at the other boy, and feeling
relieved, he smiled.

   "So, you want to be one of my lost boys?" Peter asked.  Justin nodded
excitedly.
  "Hmm, well...  I suppose...  But you guys have to be initiated."  The
other boy nodded again.  Just then, the door swung open again.  It was
Dylon this time, returning with their sodas.
   "What's up?" he greeted, as he noticed Justin.
   "Ahh, seems like Justin and his brother want to be part of the Lost
Boys." Peter answered.
   "Really?!" Dylon responded.  Justin eagerly nodded his head.  "Well,
that sounds kinda' neat, don't you think!"
   "It's cool." Peter offered.  "But they have to be initiated, and they
have to swear to keep it a secret."
   "We will, we will..." Justin burst in.  Both Peter and Dylon laughed at
how eager the other boy was.  "I'm gonna' go tell Jason, ok?"  The boys
agreed, and Justin headed out the door to find his twin brother.

   They decided they would take the twins down to the beach the next day,
after the morning camp stuff.  Peter was supposed to go in again to talk
with the counselor, Sharon.  He was sure she wanted to `push' more, about
his feelings toward the death of his parents.
   He just wanted to be left alone about that.  He knew what he was
feeling, and he didn't need to share that with every do-gooder who thought
he needed to talk about it.

   It was time for dinner, and the boys headed up to the main building,
where the rest of the kids were starting to gather.  They sat at their
usual table, and the twins, Justin and Jason, quickly scooted in alongside
them.
   The twins were animated, clearly excited about the prospect of joining
the other boys, in their skinny dipping experience.  There was something
naughty about it.  Exciting somehow, to break the rules and do something
their parents certainly wouldn't approve of.  They talked about it a little
in hushed tones, not wanting to be overheard by any of the others.
   With dinner finished, some of the boys went to shoot hoops.  Peter
played with them for awhile, but wanting a little time to himself, he
headed back to the cabin, alone.  Pulling off his shirt, he kicked out of
his shoes and plopped onto his bunk; sprawling himself out comfortably.

    He lay there for a moment daydreaming, and then pulled out his book
`Peter and the Pirates'.  He began to read, and quickly he slipped into the
story.  In his own mind he could easily become that Peter.  He read:


    ...and Captain Hook had Peter cornered on the mast.  "Ah ha," he
laughed.
 "Growing up is such a barbarous business.  Full of inconvenience and
pain..."
    "You have nothing old man.  I'll never grow up. I don't have to."
    "Really?" Hook sneered. "Then you'll miss the great adventure of
becoming a
 man.  And you will die a mere boy!"  Peter Pan smiled slyly at Hook.
    "To die would be an awfully big adventure..." he replied coyly. He put
his fists
 defiantly on his hips, and began to rise from the mast.....


   But Peter's eyes had grown heavy, and he never realized he was drifting
off.  The book slumped in his hands, and rested upon his bare chest.  He
slipped into a fine dream, in which he became Peter Pan.  He was leading
his band of lost boys; he and Dylon, and the twins.
   In his dream they were all naked, running down the beach, and chasing
several other boy's who had become the pirates.  So vivid, this dream; like
a movie filmed in slow motion.  Sand flicked from their bare feet as they
ran.  Peter could smell the beach; hear the sound of the Seagulls calling
in the distance, and the boisterous laughter of his lost boys.
   He could feel the warm air on his nakedness; feel the cool refreshing
splashes of water, as they ran up the beach with the surf washing over
their feet.  At length they gave up the chase, and the boys fell to the
sand, engulfed in their laughter.  Their sweaty naked bodies, rinsed clean
by the lapping surf that rolled gently over them.  Peter turned his head to
see Dylon laying right along side him in the sand.  They looked at each
other, still laughing.  Finally, Peter leaned in toward him and their lips
touched......

   "Wake up!" came a loud voice.  Peter snapped awake, roused from his
dream by the sound of Dylon's voice.  "Dude, wake up..." Dylon said again,
this time grabbing his foot and giving it a shake.
   "Hmm, wha....." Peter sat up, the book sliding down his chest.  He shook
his head to clear it.  "Oh man.  I must have been dreaming." He offered.
   "Ya, well it must have been a good one." Dylon grinned, "You're pitching
a huge tent!"  he laughed.  Peter looked down and blushed, then pulled his
book down to cover the more than obvious bulge in his shorts.

   In time the other boys filtered back to the cabin, till all six of them
were there. One of the boys pulled out a deck of cards, a game called
`Uno', which they all played for awhile.  The twins kept casting knowing
glances at Dylon and Peter; but Dylon shot them a firm look, since the
other two boys weren't in on the secret.
   One by one, the boys broke off to do their own thing.  Liam, another of
the twelve year olds, watched videos on his iPod.  Jason, one of the twins
dug out several dirt bike magazines that he had brought.  The others played
the card game awhile longer, until Justin quit, deciding he wanted to turn
in for the night.

   Dylon decided he needed a shower, having worked up quite a sweat while
playing basketball.  As he gathered his stuff, Peter decided he'd go with
him.  They grabbed their towels, slipped into flip flops, and headed out
toward the showers.
   At the main building the boys went inside, hanging their towels on the
hooks they began to undress. There was one other boy there who was just
finishing up, and when he left, the two boys grinned at each other, and
then stripped out of their shorts.  They walked into the shower stalls and
began to bathe.  As Dylon soaped himself down, Peter glanced over at him.
   He thought back to his dream, and how in it, he had leaned in to kiss
the other boy.  What did that mean anyway?  And now, even though he felt
kind of funny about it, he stood there looking at the naked boy next to
him, he felt an undeniable excitement.

   He watched the water rinse down Dylon's smooth tanned skin, which
glistened with wetness.  He was entranced by the lean curves, and quiet
musculature of the other boy.  His eyes were drawn to the thin waist and
the round curve of his firm buttocks.  Soap lather washed down into Dylon's
crack, and the sight of it made Peter's insides tingle.
   He closed his eyes a moment, and swallowed.  Opening them again, he
couldn't stop himself from savoring the beautiful boy alongside him.  He
wasn't sure what was going on with him.  He knew he was smack in the middle
of puberty, and it seemed like everything was exciting him lately.
   But this excitement was undeniable.  He continued to watch furtively.
Dylon's penis bobbed about as he washed himself, and the beautiful `V'
groove of his tight lower abdomen almost pointed to it.  Peter closed his
eyes again to enjoy it.

   "Hey... Mind washing my back?" Dylon asked suddenly.
   "Uhh, ya..." Peter quickly opened his eyes.  "Sure, no problem."  He
stepped forward slowly and Dylon handed him his bar of soap.  Peter
swallowed hard and timidly began washing his friend's back.  It totally
excited him, just as it had at the creek.  The other boy's skin was so
smooth and firm as he slid his soapy hands over the boy's shoulders; then
ran them down Dylon's sides.  Softly he rubbed the small of his back, and
then ran his fingers over, and between the round globes of the other boy's
ass.  He closed his eyes again, totally caught up in this joyous moment.

   "Whoa..." he heard Dylon say.  "Dude you're sprouting serious wood..."
Peter opened his eyes and he blushed.  His young penis was fully erect and
pointing to the ceiling.  He turned his back to Dylon, thoroughly
embarrassed.
   "Uh, uh... Sorry..." He stumbled.
   "No need to be dude.  I mean it's not like we haven't seen each other's
stiff before, right." Dylon said honestly.  "So...  Since you're like,
halfway there already...  You wanna' jerk off together again?" He grinned
as Peter looked at him.

   Peter was still a bit embarrassed and kept his back to the other boy,
even though he noticed that Dylon was also boning up at this point.  Dylon
took hold of his own boy tool, and with a grin, began stroking himself.  He
stepped toward Peter, so both boys were standing under one showerhead.
   Their shoulders touched, and Peter became even more excited by the feel
of the other boy's body motion as he jerked himself.  He looked down at
Dylon's cock, slipping up and down in his fingers; the purple plum of his
glans unsheathed from its foreskin.
   Peter took hold of himself and began to masturbate alongside him.  Both
boys watched each other, and Peter noticed that Dylon seemed to be as
turned on by the togetherness as he was.
   He reached out and turned off the water, as both boys continued to watch
each other.  Dylon reached for the bar of soap with his other hand, and
rubbed it on himself, further lathering his soapy, slick skin.  Then to
Peter's surprise, the other boy reached out, and began washing, and soaping
Peter's wet glistening chest.

   It felt so good to him; the warm, slick fingers of the other boy,
tracing the lines of his chest, rubbing across his nipples.  Crazy
wonderful, he thought.  Then Dylon's hand slipped downward, soaping his
stomach, for a moment.  The two boys looked at each other, and Dylon
reached even lower.  Peter stopped jerking off, as Dylon's hand bumped his.
   The other boy took Peter's erection into his soapy hand.  He squeezed
it, then, totally lubricated with soap, began stroking it.  Peter closed
his eyes and let his head drift
  backward.  This was like no other feeling he had ever had.  The sensation
was incredible; the feel of the other boy's warm hand wrapped around his
member. He felt as though he would burst right there.  Instinctively he
reached out as well, and took the other boy's dick into his own hand.  He
fondled the warm shaft, slid his thumb probingly over the bulbous tip, and
then began rubbing it.

   Two naked boys standing face to face, each holding onto the other's
rigid shaft; both of them charged with adrenalin, as incredible feelings
began to rage through their bodies.  Dylon moaned, and jerked.  Peter
squeezed his eyes shut as his thighs tensed with the buildup of impending
orgasm.
   The boys moaned into each other, gasping.  The slapping of Dylon's
testicles against his thighs receded as they drew up tight in his smooth
hairless scrotum.  A deep full throated moan escaped him.
    "Uhhhhh.... Uhhh, fuck........ Aaaahhh, Ahh.....  I can't, I....."  The
purple head of his penis seemed to stretch like a balloon, then burst into
ejaculation.  An intense spurt of hot boy seed blasted wetly from him, and
splattered warmly on Peter's thigh; followed immediately by multiple other
creamy squirts.
    Peter could feel the hot splashes of sperm splatter against his skin,
as Dylon's cock pulsed in his hand.  It drove him over the edge, and his
own pubescent prick surged in orgasmic seizure; pumping his cream in
forceful spurts onto Dylon's bare pubic area.

    Both boys quivered, and breathlessly leaned against each other.  They
felt weak, and slumped to the shower floor, still clinging to each others
boy part.  They rested their foreheads together struggling to recover both
breath, and consciousness.
    "Holy friggin shit...  That was amazing!" Peter whispered hoarsely.
    "No doubt." Dylon breathed.  "That was intense..."
   Neither boy had ever experienced such a complete drain.  They were
exhausted with pleasure.  They knelt on the shower floor for several
minutes, and then helped each other to their feet.
   Peter turned the water back on and both boys slowly rinsed off the soap
and the boy soup that still clung in a sticky mess to them.  They exchanged
grins and finally walked from the stall to the benches, where they grabbed
up their towels and began to dry themselves.

   Outside the shower building, Justin hopped off the garbage can he had
been standing on.  The youngster had been watching through the small, high
window of the building.  He hadn't intended to spy on them; he just wanted
to hang out with the other boys.  He had peeked first just to see if it was
ok for him to go in, but then he was caught up in what he had seen. Quickly
he ran back toward their cabin.

   Peter and Dylon finished drying, and slipped on their shorts.  They also
headed back to the cabin.  Inside, most of the boys were already sleeping,
and Justin was just getting into his bed.  Peter was exhausted as he
slipped into his bunk.
   Both he and Dylon were so drained that they fell asleep almost
instantly.  Had they managed to stay awake for a few more minutes, they
might have heard the sounds emanating from one of the other bunks.
   Justin lay under his covers on the other side of the cabin, with his
underwear pushed down over his hips.  He was feverishly pumping on his own
young stiffy; happily excited by what he had seen earlier.

   When he finished, Justin pulled up his undies, and went to sleep.
Tomorrow would be a big day.  He and his brother would become two of the
Lost Boys....


       End of Part Two......



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