Date: Fri, 8 Apr 2011 20:40:31 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Peter and the Pirates Part 4
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.
Recap of previous chapter; Attending a summer retreat, young boys; Peter
and Dylon, both 13, and the twins, Justin and Jason, both 12, had spent the
day, exploring together far up the beach. They had played, naked most of
the day, and ended up exchanging 'oral' favors, as the twins were initiated
into Peter's group of 'Lost Boys'. And now, part four...
This story is written and posted by:
This Boy's Life
Part Four ; Peter and the Pirates
The boys returned from the beach to the retreat at mid afternoon, and
they all went back to their cabin for a bit. Being the only ones there,
Peter reminded the twins that what had happened that day was strictly a
secret between the four boys. It was no one else's business.
They all agreed; no one wanted to be found out of course. They might
get in trouble if the grownups knew they had been running around naked all
day. And certainly no one would understand the sexual contact that they
had all shared. No, that was a naughty pleasure that they would always
keep amongst themselves.
After the boys got cleaned up, and changed into other clothes, they
headed out again to mess around outside. The twins decided they wanted to
go down to the water and try some kayaking; one of the activities that the
camp offered. Even though that sounded like fun, Peter and Dylon were
feeling rather hungry.
They had all missed lunch that noon, so they headed to the cafeteria.
Camp rules though, you had to be around at meal time to be served. The
boys had to settle on apples and bananas, that were always around for
snacks.
When they had fueled up, the two boys went out to the basketball courts,
and after awhile they joined in a pickup game that had been going on. Both
of them played for nearly an hour or so, until Peter had had enough, and
decided to call it quits. Dylon however wanted to play more, so he stayed
on the court when Peter left.
Peter walked around the complex simply relaxing, looking around a
little. He decided he would go back to the cabin; there were times he kind
of enjoyed being alone for a little while, and he figured he could read the
last of his book. He changed direction then, and made his way back to the
cabin.
Going in, he almost didn't notice one of the other boys from the cabin,
lying on his side, on his bunk. It was Liam, another of the twelve year
olds. At first Peter thought he was asleep, but he heard a sniffle, and
noticed the boy's chest heave a little as if he were crying.
"Are... Are you okay?" Peter asked softly. But no reply came from Liam.
In fact, the boy turned his head into his pillow; apparently feeling
awkward at being seen crying. Peter walked slowly to the side of Liam's
bunk.
"It's ok. Look, I'm sorry dude. I didn't mean to walk in on you." He
stood for a moment, and then sat on the bed alongside the other boy.
"Liam, what's wrong man?" The other boy lay there for a moment before
raising his head slightly to look at Peter. His eyes began to water, and
he turned back to bury his face in the pillow.
Peter gently put his hand on the other boy's shoulder, and rubbed it
softly. "Can I do anything to help you?" Peter asked kindly; but the other
boy merely shook his head a little. Not knowing what to do, Peter
continued to stroke the other boy's shoulder for a moment trying to comfort
him.
Finally he decided the other boy was likely embarrassed, so he pulled
his hand away, and stood up from the bunk. He walked back to the other
side of the cabin to his own bunk, where he sat for a moment trying to
decide if he should stay, or just leave. He had just decided he would go,
when he heard a quiet voice from across the room.
"Thanks..." Liam had spoken, almost a whisper.
"Hmm? Oh, no problem bro. So, you okay?" There was a long pause.
"I just came from the counselor." Liam said quietly, as he rolled onto
his side, and looked over at Peter. "Can I ask you somthin' kind of
personal?"
"Ya, I suppose." Peter answered curiously.
"Your Mom and Dad died.... Didn't they? Liam asked. The question
startled Peter, and he tensed just a bit, feeling his throat tighten.
"Ya. About seven months ago." he finally answered quietly.
Liam sat up on his bunk, and wiped a tear from his cheek, as the two
boys looked at each other.
"Me too." Liam spoke up. "I mean, my mom died three months ago. My dad
moved out about five years ago; they divorced." he sat with a stoic look on
his face.
"Sorry." Peter said compassionately.
"Ya, me too." The boys sat quietly for a minute, both lost in their own
thoughts for a moment. "I feel all lonely inside." Liam said suddenly.
"Everyone is trying to tell me how to feel, but..."
"But you already know how you feel." Peter finished. "I know.
Everybody thinks they can help you by telling you what you should do. But
the truth is, you just have to feel it for yourself." The boys looked at
each other, and Liam smiled softly at Peter.
"Thanks." he sighed.
"We'll be alright." Peter smiled back. "I just takes time, I think." He
looked at the other boy. Liam was kind of cute, he thought. He had soft
green eyes, and long blond hair; much longer than Peter's. The boy had a
small nose, and a very boyish look about him. He seemed small for a twelve
year old, but still had an athletic look. The boy was wearing shorts and a
tee shirt, and Peter also noticed his tanned, smooth legs and small bare
feet.
Peter thought it was odd, that all of a sudden, he was checking out how
other boys looked. Even odder perhaps that it was not a comparison, but
rather seemed to be an attraction. His pubescent hormones playing with him
no doubt. Still, the last few days activity with the other boys was
definitely becoming a 'thing' for him.
Liam got up from his bunk and walked back to the bathroom to wash his
face; and Peter hopped off his bunk and walked back with him, offering him
a towel. When Liam had finished he turned to look at Peter.
"Does it look like I've been crying?" He asked.
"No. Nobody will know. Its our secret." Peter assured him. Liam
smiled, and then unexpectedly he put his arms around Peter's waist and
hugged him.
"Thanks for being nice to me." He said, as Peter returned the gentle
hug. The warmth of the other boy pressed against him felt nice. He didn't
want to let go; but he did, not wanting to spook Liam.
"Hey," the younger boy said, "Do you think we could, maybe hang out a
little tomorrow? I mean, if you want to and all."
"Sure, we could do that." Peter agreed in return. "I'll be hangin' out
with some of the other guys for awhile, but, you know, after that we can do
something, okay!?" And Liam nodded, smiling. "Wanna go walk around a
little?" Peter offered. It seemed to perk the younger boy up.
The boys left the cabin and walked together through the Retreat's
complex. Peter had them stop for a second at the main building, and he
bought both of them a soda from the vending machine.
As they walked around, they found Dylon, still shooting hoops, and the
twins hadn't returned yet from their kayaking lesson; so Peter and Liam
walked down the trail to the soft warm sand of the beach. Kicking off
their tennies, they sat for awhile, then waded into the cool water and
tossed rocks out, trying to skip them on the surface. It kept them
occupied for quite awhile; until they heard the bell ringing back at the
retreat, signaling it was nearly dinner time.
Finally the boys walked back from the water and sat on a driftwood log
to put their shoes back on. Liam was about to shove his sand covered foot
into his shoe, when Peter reached over and took hold of the other boy's
foot and began brushing the sand off. Liam looked quietly up at Peter.
"Thanks." he said softly. "My mom would do stuff like that." He sighed.
"You really miss her, don't you!" Peter said, more of a statement than a
question. Liam nodded slightly, a small stutter in his breathing. Peter
slid his arm around the other boy's shoulders and gave him a squeeze.
"We'll be alright." Peter reiterated what he had said in the cabin. The
bell rang again from up the trail. "Lets go." Peter said, hopping to his
feet, "I'm starving..."
Dinner found all the boys from their cabin sitting around the same
table, all talking while they ate. The twins were excitedly telling
everyone about kayaking, saying they should all go do it, cause it was
really cool. The boys all agreed it would be fun, and they might try it,
after they did their 'business' at the creek tomorrow.
They all stuffed themselves with mounds of meaty spaghetti and garlic
bread; and Dylon refilled his salad plate at least four times. They
laughed and cracked each other up, telling stupid jokes that only kids that
age can laugh at. Then, after dinner they all wandered outside, and ended
up playing volleyball, against the boys from one of the other cabins. It
was fun, and having a good time, they played for over an hour before
heading back to their cabin.
Sweat covered, Peter and Dylon decided to go down and take showers. The
twins, Justin and Jason, smiled knowingly at them, and figured they would
go with; in case there was any 'fun' to be had. Liam hesitated, till Peter
told him to grab a towel and come along with them.
When they got to the shower building, there were three or four other
boys already there getting cleaned up, which kind of ruled out any 'fun
play' with each other. Peter and Dylon quickly got undressed and walked
naked into the stalls; the twins stripped off their shorts, and were pretty
much right behind them.
Finally, after a minute, Liam walked into the showers as well, and took
the shower head next to Peter. He was shyly wearing some red swim shorts;
as were two of the other boys who were in there bathing. They all
showered, sharing shampoo and soap. Liam washed rather timidly under the
row of showers, but snuck peeks at the other boys; particularly Peter, who
was standing under the shower just to his left. Dylon had noticed him
peeking.
"Hey Liam..." he said. "We're all friends here. You can take your swim
shorts off. Don't be shy dude." But Liam blushed at the attention.
"Come on," Justin told him. "We all look about the same, it's no
biggie...:"
"It's no biggie!" Jason laughed at the comment. "Ya, yours is no
BIGGIE." he chortled, pointing to his brother's dick. Peter turned to see
Liam still blushing, though he had smiled at the joke.
"Hey, it's ok Liam. You can do what you want. Leave you shorts on if
you feel like it." He smiled reassuringly at the youngster standing next
to him. Liam looked up at Peter, grateful for the support, then glanced
down at Peter's dick, before shyly looking away.
When they had finished with the showers, the boys all headed back to the
cabin for the evening. They sprawled around on their bunks again, talking
and telling more stories, before most of them joined in to play a board
game. Justin just laid out on his own bunk to watch another movie on his
iPod,
All that evening, young Liam kept glancing at Peter, who was sitting
cross legged on his bunk, wearing only a pair of Nike sports shorts. After
they had played for a long while, the boys began to break off one by one
for bed. When Liam went into the bathroom to brush his teeth, Dylon leaned
over to talk to Peter.
"Dude, I think Liam has, like, a crush on you or something." He
whispered. "He's been glancing over at you all night."
"Ahh," Peter smiled dismissively and shook his head. "He just feels a
connection with me, since he lost his mom too. He's just lonely that's
all."
"Ya, maybe." Dylon agreed. "You want to take him up the creek with us
tomorrow? I mean I know he's shy and all, but maybe he'll want to skinny
dip with us."
"Maybe... We'll see what happens." He answered. Then, as Liam came out
of the bathroom, Peter grabbed his own toothbrush and headed back to brush
his teeth as well.
An hour or so later, all the boys had drifted off for the night. Peter
woke, his bladder urging him to get up and take a leak. Tossing back his
covers he crawled out of his bunk, and upon hearing a slight murmur he
glanced across the cabin to Liam's bunk. The boy was asleep, but seemed to
be having an uncomfortable dream of sorts; because he was tossing a bit,
and making barely audible sounds.
Peter felt bad for him; he had experienced his share of bad dreams after
he had lost his own parents. At that moment though, his bladder was
requiring immediate relief, and he quickly walked back to the bathroom. He
stood there for what seemed an eternity as a steady stream of piss splashed
noisily in the toilet. Finally, he squeezed out the last few drops, and
tucked himself back into his undies.
Switching off the bathroom light, Peter opened the door and walked back
out into the cabin. He stopped a moment and glanced at Liam; but the dream
seemed to have stopped as the other boy was laying quietly.
Peter padded softly back to his bunk and slipped between the cool
sheets; he yawned and rolled onto his side facing the wall. He lay there a
moment, and then faintly heard a soft whisper, calling his name.
Opening his eyes, he saw Liam standing there next to him in just his
underwear, with his arms wrapped around himself as if he were cold.
"I had a bad dream." The boy whispered. Peter looked at the sad young
boy, and without a word he lifted his covers, offering comfort.
Liam slid into the bed alongside him and lay on his side also facing the
wall. Peter closed the bedclothes around him, and spooned in closely
against the other boy. He put his arm over Liam and snuggled tightly,
reassuringly to him.
They lay nestled from head to foot, and the smooth skin and warmth of
the other boy felt wonderful against his skin. He could feel the softness
of Liam's feet against his own, and the smooth bareness of his legs was
like satin against him. With each breath, he drew in the clean scent, of
the young blond haired boy pressed against him. It was a comfortable
pairing, the sharing of human warmth.
Liam's breathing was peaceful, the warmth of this human blanket wrapped
around him, reassured him that he was not alone. He moved his hand, so
that it rested on Peter's; and he patted it, then held it softly, in
appreciation.
"We'll be alright." Peter breathed quietly. He raised his head and
leaning in, he gave a sweet, gentle peck to the other boy's cheek. They
lay together like this for some time, dozing quietly. Sometime later, Liam
rolled over, facing Peter. He settled in closely, his soft check nestled
into the crook of Peter's neck; their young bodies snug to each other, and
their legs intertwined comfortably.
In the semi darkness, Peter smiled at the closeness of it. He hadn't
known this safe cocoon like feeling since his mother had last cradled him a
long, long time past. He pulled back, and lovingly, ever so gently, he
kissed Liam's forehead.
Peter could feel his own penis start to shift, and stiffen. He thought
to pull back for a moment, until his erection pressed against something
firm and warm. He realized that his stiff boy pole was snuggly pressed
against Liam's rigid tool, separated only by the thin cotton of their
briefs.
He looked down toward the face of the other boy; who in turn glanced
shyly up at him. In the darkness they smiled tenderly at one another, and
slowly the few inches between their faces drew closer. Their soft lips
found one another in the most tender of kisses. Peter could feel his
insides flush with warmth, and he pressed in again to cover the other boy's
lips with his own.
The kisses were tender, gentle; they weren't demanding, nor pushing
sexuality, just expressing love, and need. Peter's hands gently held onto,
and softly caressed the smooth skin of the younger boy's back.
Then they rolled gently, as one; Peter onto his back, with Liam laying
slightly on top of him. Their stiff boy parts were pressed firmly
together, the dampness of precum wetting the thin fabric of their
undergarments.
It was Liam, who first parted his lips, wetly interlacing them with
Peters. They tasted each other, gently exploring, both feeling the weight
of loneliness lifting from them. Peter slid his hands down the small of
Liam's back, and cupped the young boy's buttocks. He pulled the other boy
tightly into him, and both boy's could feel the soft sensual twitch of
their erections.
Peter slipped his hands under the waistband of Liam's underpants, and
cupped the warm naked globes of the other boy's cheeks in his hands. He
rolled his eyes back at the firm soft feel, as he pulled, gently spreading
the mounds apart. His fingers softly caressed the warm exposed crack, and
slid tenderly over the pink pucker that was laid bare there.
Liam moaned softly, and as they kissed some more, their hips squirmed
against one another. Both boys realized how vulnerable they were; the
other boys in the cabin only a few feet away. They fought to stay silent,
though the feelings were tingling, and surging inside of them, and neither
could resist. Their young hips continued to rub together.
Suddenly Liam's body went tight against Peters. His hips strained, and
to Peter's surprise, he could feel the blossoming wetness between them.
Liam had squirted a generous load into his shorts, which soaked warmly
through the cloth. Peter was so turned on by it, that his boy part erupted
with feeling, and he ejaculated his own pulses of boy seed, adding to the
wet sticky mess between them.
They lay there, breathing heavily into each other, still trying to keep
their coupling a secret from those sleeping around them. After many
minutes, both boys rose quietly from the bed, and each of them grabbed up a
fresh pair of underwear, then crept quietly into the bathroom.
They looked at each other, and grinned mischievously. Peter slid off
his shorts, exposing his still partially erect junk, bathed in the sticky
results of his arousal. Liam's eyes hungrily took it in. Then, he too,
albeit a bit shyly, pulled off his wet shorts. To Peter's surprise, the
younger boy was hung quite well, as big as he was at least. The semi soft
penis, like his own, was not circumcised; and it pointed outward below the
soft bareness of his un-tanned pubic mound, floating above his smooth
budding testicles.
"You're... You're beautiful." Peter whispered, as Liam stood naked, and
blushed in front of him. "Why were you so shy in the shower? You have a
bigger dick than me, and I'm a year older than you..."
"I, I'm just not used to being naked in front of other boys." Liam
declared. "I, I get boners sometimes, when I see... Well, boy's like
you." and indeed, his young boy tool seemed to be stiffening again.
"Me too..." Peter told him. He stepped forward and the two boys
embraced each other; this time their naked, sticky penises touched skin to
skin for the first time. They held each other for several minutes, before
pulling apart and beginning to clean themselves.
When they had finished, each of them pulled on their fresh shorts. They
stepped together once more, and shared another gentle kiss, as if to
remember this moment.
"We better get some sleep." Peter told him. "We have some fun stuff to
do tomorrow, and I want you to be part of it." He smiled at the beautiful
blond boy standing before him. Liam's bright smile melted his heart.
End of Part Four...
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