Date: Thu, 31 Mar 2011 14:36:35 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Peter And The Pirates,   Part Three

Readers Warning: the following story contains elements of sexual contact
between young boys.  If this subject matter offends you, or is not to your
tastes, or, if you are a minor, under the age of eighteen, then you should
read no further.


Story Written and Posted by;
          This Boys life



Part Three:   Peter and the Pirates


   Peter woke the following morning and stretched in his bed.  As he lay
there staring at the ceiling, he remembered the fantastic experience he had
shared with his friend Dylon, in the showers the night before.  He thought
about how great it had felt to have someone else touch his penis; and even
better, to masturbate each other.  In fact, the thought of it now made his
young penis stir.
   Lying on his back, Peter turned his head to the left to look at the boy
still sound asleep in the next bunk.  Dylon was sleeping on his stomach,
his mouth slightly open.  The boy's breathing was calm and relaxed; and his
soft brown hair lay in a disheveled tangle on his forehead.  Peter smiled,
then yawned and propped himself up on his elbows.
   He looked around the room and saw the other boys were still sleeping,
well, except for the twins.  On the other side of the room, Justin and
Jason were lying on top of their bunks staring at him with stupid grins on
their faces.

   "What?" he whispered at them.  The twins looked at each other and
giggled quietly.  Peter didn't know of course, that Justin had seen him the
night before, playing in the showers with his friend Dylon.  And, of
course, Justin had blabbed the whole story to his twin when they woke that
morning.
   Peter just thought the boys were being weird.  Excited by the fact that
today, he would take them up the beach, and they would be initiated into
Peter and Dylon's group.  They would become two of the Lost Boys.
   He threw off his covers, and getting out of bed he stood and stretched,
then yawned once again.  The boy walked to the back of the cabin, and going
into the small bathroom he positioned himself in front of the toilet.
Still a bit tired, he pulled down the front of his shorts and began to pee.
A bit stiff, he even contemplated a quick wank, but just then there was a
quiet knock at the bathroom door.

   "What?" he said in low tones.  "I'm almost finished."
   "We just wanted to know when we were gonna' go up the beach?"  It was
Justin.  The twins were indeed anxious to be included, and take part in the
fun of skinny dipping; and, after what Justin had seen last night, who knew
what else...

 "Well," Peter said quietly, "I have to meet with the stupid Counselor at
9:30.  So whenever I get finished with that, we can all go.  Okay?!" He
opened the bathroom door to see both Justin and Jason, standing there in
just their underwear, smiling knowingly at him.  The boys were most
certainly identical twins.  Peter almost had to laugh at the sight of them.
    They were cute kids, with shoulder length sandy brown hair and
identical grey eyes.  The boys had nice trim bodies, standing about five
feet even.  Peter glanced from one to the other and had to laugh at the
'carbon copies' in front of him.  Both boys smiled sweetly, accentuating
four identical dimples in their cheeks.
   Peter glanced down, and noticed that there was one difference between
the twins, at least at that moment.  Justin had a bulge in his underwear,
clearly pitching a tent as he stood there in front of Peter.
   "Better put that thing away before you poke your eye out..." Peter
grinned, and he tweaked Justin's bulge.  The boy looked down at himself,
surprised, and blushed.
   "Okay, ya that's cool." Justin smiled awkwardly.  "Uhh, I gotta' pee."
And the boy hurried past Peter and went into the bathroom.

   With a smile, Peter walked back to his bunk, and sitting down he fished
out a pair of ankle socks from his bag.  He slipped them on and sat there
for a moment looking at his friend still sleeping in the next bunk.
Leaning over, he gently pinched Dylon's nostrils shut.  After a few
seconds, the other boy sputtered and woke up.
   "Hey...  Hey you dork." the other boy smiled.  "What was that for?"
   "You gonna' sleep all day?  It's almost breakfast." Peter replied.  He
stood up and pulled on a pair of shorts.  Dylon rubbed his eyes, and
yawning he threw off his covers and climbed out of bed.

   About twenty minutes later, the boys all sat together in the main hall,
slurping down cereal, and starting in on a hefty plate of eggs and sausage
links.  Peter and Dylon were talking quietly to each other, when they heard
giggling from the twins, who were sitting across the table from them.
   They looked over to see Jason holding one of the sausage links in his
hand, stroking it suggestively with his fingers, and looking at them.
Peter and Dylon looked at each other, with confused smiles.
   "What are they on about?" Dylon wondered.
   "Don't know dude.  They've been acting goofy all morning."  The twins
just looked at each other and chuckled.  They all finished breakfast, and
after cleaning up, they all strolled outside.  It was nearly nine and
already starting to get warm.  It would be a great day to explore up the
beach, and have some fun.
   "Guess I better go in and see the counselor." Peter announced with no
particular enthusiasm.  "Then we can go mess around!"  He looked at the
twins, who seemed more than ready to start the new adventure.

   Peter went inside, past the entry and sat in one of the chairs to wait.
He sat fidgeting for about ten minutes, until the counselor, Sharon, came
out of her office with another boy.
   She greeted Peter, and ushered him into the little room, where he took a
seat in front of the small desk, just as before.  She tucked a file away in
one of the drawers, and then smiling, she looked at Peter.
   "So how are you?" She asked him.
   "I'm okay, thanks." Peter responded politely.  She smiled and tilted her
head just a bit.
   "That's good.  Peter, have you been having a good time here?  Have you
made some friends." she asked.
   "Ya, it's been pretty cool here.  Mostly." he said.  All except having
to talk to you, he thought to himself.  Then worried she might have guessed
his thought, and he added, "And I've made a few friends as well."

   "That's good to hear." she paused.  "Look, Peter, I know you don't want
to talk about losing your parents, but, that's kind of my job."  Peter
squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, and just focused on a paper clip on her
desk.
   "There are a lot of kids in the same situation here at the Retreat.
Most of them don't want to talk about it.  And, like you, most of them
think they are handling things just fine.  And you may be.  Losing someone
is hard to think about, let alone talk about.  Everyone has to deal with it
in their own way, eventually."
   Peter swallowed, hard.  He didn't want to do this, and he could feel his
insides tighten with emotion.  He looked down at his own hands, fidgeting
in his lap.  He was not going to let himself cry.

   "Peter, I don't want to prolong this, or make you feel uncomfortable.  I
simply want you to have an outlet to get some things off your chest.  It's
ok to feel whatever you are feeling." she spoke quietly.  Peter looked up,
wanting to say something, but, folding his arm's he looked away.  They sat
quietly for a moment, Sharon intentionally giving him time.
   "Well...  Again, I'm not here to push.  If you want to talk any time, we
can.  Sometimes, we feel afraid.  Afraid of what scary thing is lurking
behind the door; so we don't open it.  But you know what?  Usually, what's
behind the door, isn't scary at all.  The worst fear is just opening the
door in the first place!  Do you Understand Peter?"
   The boy sat, still staring at the paper clip.  He looked up at her, and
nodded.  She smiled and nodded back at him.
   How could he tell her that he was angry at his parents?  He felt like
they had abandoned him, and he resented them for it.  Certainly he knew
their deaths had been a terrible accident, and of course it was not by
choice.  He knew that.  But it didn't make him feel any less hurt, or
betrayed.
   "Can I go?" Peter whispered.  Sharon looked tenderly at him.
   "Sure.  I'm here any time you need me." she answered.  Peter got out of
the chair and walked quietly to the door.  He paused there a moment, then
looked back.
   "Thanks." he said quietly.  Then he turned and went outside.  In her
office, Sharon sighed, a bit disappointed, but encouraged none the less.


   Peter found the other boys playing out on the tennis court, throwing
balls at each other.  He approached them with his hands thrust down into
his pockets, still thinking about what the counselor had said to him.
   "So, how'd it go?"  Dylon asked him seriously, as he walked up to him.
   "Ehh...  Ok I guess. Peter responded, looking out over the tennis court.
   "You ok then?"
   "Ya. Ya sure." he responded quickly.  "So you wanna' head up the beach
then?"  The other boy nodded, just as the twins ran over to them.
   "So we going?" Justin asked excitedly.  Peter nodded at him, and the
twins high fived each other in excited anticipation.

   The boys all headed back to the cabin.  Peter slipped out of his shoes,
and pulled off his socks.  He changed into some more casual board shorts.
The others more or less did the same; losing their unneeded socks and
changing into shorts they didn't mind getting wet in.
   Finished, the boys all trooped out of the cabin and headed for the trail
that led to the beach.  It was only around ten o clock, and already the air
was warm, with the promise of a hot sunny afternoon.  The boys filed down
the trail with the twins boisterously running ahead in the lead; Dylon and
Peter just grinned at each other.
   After the long trek down, they reached the beach.  There were several
other kids, standing knee deep in the water, tossing rocks; but other than
them, the long stretch of sand was empty as far as the eye could see.
   The boys began walking, and within mere minutes they had all removed
their shirts, tucking them into the waistbands of their shorts.  They ran,
happily playing, distracted by every piece of driftwood, bump, or stump in
the sand.  When they got to the spot where the creek headed up into the
woods, they stopped and hid their shoes or flip flops.  They decided to
hike further up the beach first, toward the sand dunes to explore; and
would come back later to head up the creek to the pond, or, Neverland as
Peter now called it.

   Wearing only shorts now, the boys chased around, frequently splashing in
the water that rolled in.  The boys had all found sticks of driftwood to
serve again as walking staffs, or swords.  Justin and Jason did mock
battles with themselves, occasionally jumped by Peter and Dylon.
   Finally they reached an area where low sand dunes began to skirt the
beach.  Tall sea grasses grew in the sand, and swayed in the breeze that
came steadily from the water.  Peter closed his eyes, and enjoyed the wind
in his face.  He could hear the sound of the grass as it swished in the
breeze, and the warmth of the sun washing over his bare chest felt
wonderful to him.
   He put his fists on his hips and stood, defying the wind.  A smile
spread his tanned face and he turned his head to look at the twins who were
wrestling on the sand near him.  He glanced at Dylon, and grinned.

   "This is it boys." he announced.  "It's time for your initiation to
become the Lost Boys."  The twins stopped rolling around.  Jason was
kneeling in the sand, and his brother stood next to him.  "Lads...  It's
time to be free.  We're boys, and we do what we want to do, and not what
adults tell us to do. Ya?!"
   "Ya..." Dylon shouted alongside him.
   "Then, be free..." Peter barked.  He hooked his thumbs in the waistband
of his shorts and yanked them to the ground. Dylon grinned, and immediately
stripped off his shorts.  The twins looked at each other, then back at the
naked boys standing in front of them.  Freedom.  With a huge grin, Jason
hoped to his feet and the twins both peeled off their shorts to stand stark
naked before the other two boys.

   Peter and Dylon looked at the twins.  Like everything else, their
genitals were identical as well.  Both lads were circumcised, hairless, and
had three inches of flaccid boy dick.  Their testicles hung loosely in
smooth sacs.  All the boys grinned.
   "Lost Boys..." Peter shouted.  The others echoed his yell.  "Lost
boys..." He bellowed even louder.  The others shouted in refrain.  At once
they all began running about in pure unabridged freedom.  What a sight it
was.  Four beautiful, tanned, naked boys, cavorting in the open air.

   They ran up and down in the small dunes.  They played, and chased each
other.  They sprung upon each other, wrestling and tumbling together in the
sand.  Not an ounce of shyness, nor a bit of embarrassment as their naked
bodies entangled with one another.
   They sweated together, piled on top of each other, and laughed happily
as they rolled in the dunes.  They hollered with joy as they grabbed, and
groped, twisted and tangled with each other.  Grabbing handfuls of hair,
toes, genitals and the like.  Until finally exhausted, they lay in a mess
on the sand draped all over each other; hand over chest, leg over body,
foot over arm, head resting on sweaty belly.  And they laughed.

   Peter turned his head, and only inches from his face, Justin's young
penis lay limply against his leg.  With out thinking, he reached up and
took the soft member into his fingers.  He squeezed it softly, and felt it
start to firm up in his grasp, not even aware that his own young tool was
now erect.
   There was a soft laugh, and the other twin, Jason, rolled over and lay
atop Peter's legs.  He looked intently at Peter's erection and smooth
balls.  Jason had never seen a boy with foreskin, and without even asking,
and feeling no restraint, he took hold of it to examine it.  Peter gazed
down at him, excited by the warm touch of his hand.
   Jason slowly explored, peeling back Peter's foreskin; intrigued by the
thin flesh, and fascinated by the purple plum he had just exposed.  He
rubbed his finger gently over the tip, sending shivers through Peter's
body.  His dick twitched, and Jason's eyes were wide with excitement.
   Dylon, propped himself up on his elbows in the sand, as he watched Jason
handle Peter's organ, and then he rolled onto his side to be closer.  There
was something very sensual about Jason's innocent probing; and quickly
Dylon was also sporting an erection.  He closed his eyes a moment, excited.
   Then he felt warm fingers close on his dick.  His eyes snapped open to
see that Justin had moved over to him, and now mcuh like his brother, he
was tenderly examining Dylon's erect boy part.

   The twins explored both boys for several long minutes, pulling on
foreskin, working the tender flesh up and down; and then Dylon, excitedly
began to leak pre cum.
   "Did you cum?" Justin asked, wide eyed.
   "No...  That's just pre cum." he replied.  "You know, like..... Pre
cum!"  Justin looked at the clear drops, oozing from the purple slit.  He
looked over at his brother, who was doing the same things with Peter.
   "So, do you guys masturbate?" Peter asked the twins.  Both of them
smiled in answer.
   "So, I guess you don't squirt yet!" Dylon assumed aloud.
   "I do." Justin shot back.  "A little bit anyway.  It looks kinda' like
that..." He said, poking his finger into the sticky semen still rolling out
of Dylon's glans.  He rubbed it between his finger and thumb.  Peter and
Dylon both grinned at each other.

   "Wanna taste it?" Peter asked, grinning.
   "What? Hell no..." Jason answered.
   "Awe, why not.  It tastes good, doesn't it Dylon?" he said, winking at
Dylon.
   "Ya, no doubt." Dylon played along.  "Besides, that's your initiation.
You have to taste it."  He looked back at Peter and grinned again.  The
twins exchanged hesitant looks, thinking about it.  But Peter let them off
the hook.
   "Na...  You guys don't really have to do that.  We're just messin' with
ya."  But, to everyone's surprise Justin lowered his head, and licked the
precum from Dylon's dickhead.  He raised up, then smiled at his brother.
   "Mmm, that's not really that bad." He said.  His brother looked at him,
then looked back at Peters dripping tool, and he dropped his mouth over the
tip, suckling the sticky goo from the warm purple nob.
   "Oh fuck..." Peter sighed.  "Shit that felt so awesome." he breathed
heavily.  Not to be out done by his twin brother, Justin sunk back onto
Dylon's moist wiener, and began sucking him.  Dylon's head flew back in
ecstasy as the younger boy sucked on his tool.

   They lay like this for many minutes, the two younger boys eagerly
sucking Peter and Dylon into a frenzy.  Precum dribbled from both of them
until at last Peter couldn't take it any more.
   "Jason, you're making me cum dude, pull off."  And reluctantly he pushed
Jason's head away.  Jason grabbed the spit soaked cock though, and began
stroking it vigorously.  "Uhh, shit..... Uhhhhhh...."  Peter convulsed, and
his white creamy boy batter ejected from the throbbing purple tip of his
young slender tool; squirting all over his belly and pubic mound.  Three or
four generous spurts, and then dribbling pulses that clung to Jason's now
sticky fingers.
   Peter was panting heavily, his eyes tightly squeezed shut as the
glorious orgasmic rush had left him.  Alongside them, Justin who had pulled
off of Dylon to watch, now grinned and started jacking on Dylon's hot
prick.  It only took seconds, and Dylon moaned.
   His legs danced and contorted as the feelings raged through him.  He
sighed and moaned, then the boys watched as Dylon's testicles drew up tight
in their sac.  An explosion of pure joy erupted from his loins, as his
sticky boy sauce flew from him, splashing wetly on Justin's chest and arm.
   Three juicy spurts, and then multiple pulses which oozed the remaining
seed from him.  He was moaning loudly all the while, and the other boys
were grinning broadly at the stimulating sight.

   Dylon looked up at Justin, then pulled the boy down on top of him to hug
him.  Even this felt wonderful, the warmth of naked skin lying on him.  His
still sensitive penis throbbed dryly against the smooth warm belly of the
other boy.
   "Thanks." He said.  "That was so friggen wild..."  They all lay there
for a few more minutes.  Till Peter rolled over and pinned Jason to the
sand.
   "Your turn, Lost Boy."  He slipped his mouth over Jason's slender
erection and began working his young tool.  Dylon smiled and did the same
to the other twin, sucking him.  He pulled off and licked the youngster's
ball sac.  Kissing, and sucking at him.
   Minutes later, both the twins began to writhe in the sand.  Feelings
racing through their twelve year old bodies.  Jason first, then Justin
began to moan, and then almost simultaneously both boys burst into quiet
young orgasm.  For Justin, one big spurt of clear sticky juice, then
several drops.  Jason, lagged behind only a little, as a small pulse of
viscous liquid pumped from him.  It was his first, and he squealed in
ecstasy.

   The twins lay on their backs in the sand, exhausted in the pleasure that
had raged through, and out of them.  Peter and Dylon had rolled off of
them, and lay side by side in the sand a few feet away.
   "Shit... That was nuts." Dylon grinned.
   "That was, that was....  The shit..." Peter answered.  They smiled at
each other.  Only inches apart, Peter recalled his dream.  He leaned in,
this time for real, and pressed his lips against Dylon's.  They other boy
leaned into him, and generously returned the tender quick kiss.
   The boys lay there for awhile, basking in the warm rays of the sun.
Peter smiled enjoying it all through closed eyes.  The sea grass rustled
and swirled in the gentle sea breeze around them, the quiet rush of the
water rolling in upon itself; and the feel of the warm sand beneath him,
cradling and conforming to the curves of his young body.  Peter recalled a
line from his book, 'To live', he thought to himself, 'is as awfully big
adventure.'

   Finally, Dylon got to his feet.  Dried sweat, sand and even spent bodily
fluids clung to him.  He ran toward the water, letting out a whoop.  The
twins laughed and sprung up to chase after him.  Peter smiled contentedly
and hopping to his feet he joined the other boys, splashing in the low
surf.
   They laughed, enjoying this most excellent experience.  The Lost Boys...
Glistening wet, young naked bodies frolicking aimlessly in the water.  They
felt refreshed, and after a time they wandered back to the sand to collect
their shorts, and reluctantly put them back on.  Chattering happily amongst
themselves, they headed back down the beach toward the creek that led up to
the forest pool.
   When they got to the creek, they rinsed their faces and feet in the
fresh water.  It was getting on in the day, so the boys decided that they
would save the trip up to the pool till the following day.  After all, they
all had quite an adventurous day already.

   So the boys headed off down the beach, back toward the Retreat.  Peter
and Dylon walked side by side talking.  Dylon had draped his arm over
Peter's shoulders, as only innocent young boys can do.  The twins ran
ahead, still dueling with their stick swords; still filled with the
boundless, uncompromised energy of youth.


   End of Part Three...


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