Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2011 16:50:08 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Peter And The Pirates 6
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; The boys, spent the day learning to Kayak, and
then playing and cavorting around naked at their special spot on the beach;
further exploring each other's budding sexuality. Peter and Liam
strengthened their personal bond with some very intimate contact. And now,
on to part six...
This story is written and posted by;
This Boy's Life
Peter and the Pirates; Part Six
The long day had once again drained the boys of their youthful energy.
Having finally pulled their clothes back on, they headed back down the
beach. When they reached the creek, which headed up to their secret place;
they once again decided that the day had grown long, and they would save
the trip up there for yet another time.
Liam was curious though, being the only one who had never been up to the
pool. Once again they rinsed off in the freshwater creek, washing the salt
water from their skin. The twins were jabbering about how fun the day had
been, and they started talking to Liam; excited that he had gotten over his
shyness, and had joined in the boy play...
Peter walked along, falling behind the others, with Dylon walking
quietly near him. He noticed that Dylon seemed a bit low keyed now,
perhaps a bit distracted. He eyed the other boy as they walked.
"So... You okay?" Peter asked.
"Huh? Oh, ya sure." Dylon mumbled dryly, not looking up.
"Seriously, what's up dude?"
"Nothin." Dylon repeated with a slight glance. Still barefoot, they
padded along through the warm sand; listening to the other three boys well
ahead of them now, but still chattering away.
"So," Dylon began, glancing at briefly at Peter, "You and Liam sure had
some fun back there in the dunes, huh...?"
"Uh, ya... That was pretty wild." Peter replied, not quite sure where
Dylon was going with the question, as they continued walking up the beach.
"So.... Are you guys like, a 'thing' now. Dylon queried.
"What?" Peter looked over at his friend. But they walked in silence a
bit. Then he smiled and looked at Dylon. "Are you like, jealous?" he
said, slightly amused.
"What.... No, fuck no..." They walked along a little more, without
really talking. "Well, maybe...!" he mumbled finally. Peter stopped
walking and looked at him. Dylon stopped as well. "What...? It's
just... Well, it was you and me that started this thing, you know. When we
jerked off together at the pool. And then we jacked each other off in the
showers... But... Well, then you and Jason messed around, and now you and
Liam. And I... Ahh, never mind." He started walking again. Peter stood
for a moment and then hurried along after him. Catching up, they walked
quietly for a minute.
"Dude, I'm sorry. Look, I know, but Liam and I have kind of a different
connection."
"Ya, ya I know, you both lost your parents..." Dylon spouted, stopping
Peter in his tracks.
"That's kind of a big thing don't you think?!" Peter said sternly.
Dylon stopped walking and looked back at him, regretting what he had said.
"Sorry." he said quietly. "Look, it's just..." he sighed and looked at
the sand. "It's just, that you guys aren't the only ones who are lonely.
I'm... I..." He struggled trying to say something. Then he finally
managed to say it, yet so quietly that Peter didn't hear.
"Huh? I didn't hear what you said."
"I said... I said I'm fucking gay, alright." Dylon's face flushed. He
stood looking and feeling totally awkward, and then he turned and began to
sprint away, up the beach. He caught up to, and then ran past the twins
and Liam, not slowing down. They called after him, but he kept running.
Liam turned to look back at Peter, wondering what was going on. Peter
was still standing right where he was.
"DYLON...." He finally shouted, "DYLON STOP...." He ran a ways up the
beach in pursuit, but Dylon was well ahead and continued running; not
looking back. When he reached the trees, he disappeared up the trail that
led back toward the complex; and Peter stopped to catch his breath.
"What was that all about?" Justin asked, when they caught up to Peter.
"Nothin." Peter answered, still winded. "He's, he's just not feeling
well, that's all." the other boys just looked at each other, with no
reason to question Peter's answer. They continued walking to the trail,
and then made their way up toward the Retreat.
When they got there, the boys went back to their cabin. Dylon wasn't
there, and the twins figured he might have gone to the Nurse, if he really
wasn't feeling well.
"Listen," Peter said, "It's like an half an hour before dinner time.
"I'm gonna go check on Dylon. Why don't you guys hang out here, or, go
take a shower or somethin', and we'll meet you in the lunchroom."
"Well, we could go with you." Liam suggested.
"Na... I kinda' want to talk to him anyway. We'll catch up with you
guys, ok?"
Liam, shrugged, and he and the twins grabbed a some fresh clothes, and
their towels, and happily headed down to the shower building; now that Liam
had 'lost' his shyness, it seemed like this might be a fun idea.
Peter took a quick piss, then headed off in search of Dylon. He looked
around outside first, then checked the cafeteria, and over in the main
office area. He actually did check the nurse's station, even though he had
made up the story about Dylon not feeling well.
As he was leaving the office area, he noticed the counselor, Sharon,
coming down the hallway. 'Ah crap.' he thought to himself. She'll just
want to set up another appointment to talk to me some more. He began
walking quickly to the door; until she called out to him.
"Peter... Peter." she called, getting his attention.
"Oh, hi." he answered, as if he hadn't noticed her before. She walked
up to him and smiled.
"How are you?" she asked cordially.
"Uh, I'm cool." he responded casually. Ah, here it comes, he thought.
"You're friends with Dylon aren't you? She asked, surprising him.
"Uh, ya. Ya we're in the same cabin and stuff." he answered, not
knowing what she was on about. She glanced at a folder she was carrying.
"Well, he missed an appointment with me this morning." she said. "And I
haven't seen him today." There was a hint of a question in her tone.
"Oh... Well we were all up the beach messing around all day. You know,
Kayaks and stuff." he answered.
"Okay." She paused. "Well, when you see him, please let him know that
he missed his appointment will you?" Peter nodded that he would, and
turned to head for the door. He stopped for a moment, and turned back
toward her.
"So, Miss Sharon, can I ask you something?" Peter fished.
"It's just Sharon." She smiled. "And yes dear, what did you want to
ask?" He stood for a second, thinking how to phrase his question.
"Well... I was kind of wondering what you're talking to Dylon about."
"Oh." she shook her head slightly. "That's rather personal, don't you
think? She seemed to chide. "Dylon may have things to get off his chest,
just as you do." She suggested. Peter disliked her tone, it almost sounded
a bit patronizing.
"Ya, well... I already know anyway." he said, as if to win a point.
Her eyebrows raised a bit questioningly.
"I see. Well, you shouldn't guess at such things." she replied. Peter
looked at her, searching.
"I'm not. Dylon and me are friends, and he told me!" Sharon looked
quite surprised at this comment. Now, she looked at Peter, searching his
face.
"Just, what is it that he told you?" She asked.
"Well, like you said, that's kind of personal." Peter answered. Feeling
as though he kind of trapped himself into this conversation; but Sharon
softened her approach.
"Listen," she began, "If Dylon opened himself up to you, then, he
obviously trusts you." She paused. "That makes a person rather
vulnerable; to trust someone." She suggested, putting her hand on Peter's
shoulder. "I hope his trust in you was justified?!" She stated quietly.
Peter glanced at the ground, absorbing this; then up into her eyes.
"It was." He told her softly. "Excuse me." He turned and headed quickly
out the door.
The dinner bell began to ring then, and within minutes, people started
to filter into the cafeteria. Peter had just gone back to the cabin
searching for the others, but finding no one there, he headed toward the
lunch room. He entered the building to see Justin, Jason, and Liam all
sitting together with loaded dinner trays at their usual table; and he
quickly sidled in on the bench next to them.
"Where's Dylon?" Jason asked. "Is he feeling okay?" Peter glanced at
the three boys.
"Dunno..." he replied. "Look, earlier, when I said he wasn't feeling
well... What I meant was..." he paused. "He's not like, sick... He just
has stuff on his mind that's all."
"Like what?" Liam asked, genuinely concerned.
"Just... Just stuff. He'll tell you." Peter assured them. The other
boys looked at each other, not quite sure what was going on.
"Well," Justin began, "He seemed just fine today when we were Kayaking
and stuff."
"Kayaking!" Peter replied, as if a light went off in his head. He had
not thought about looking there. "I bet that's where Dylon went." And he
hopped off his seat.
"Hey we'll come with you." Liam said, beginning to get up. But Peter
turned back and stopped him.
"No. It's ok... I kind of need to talk to him first. If that's okay
with you guys." he said looking at the other three. They all exchanged
looks, and nodded. "Thanks..." Peter smiled. Then with a grin he reached
out and snagged some chicken off of each of their trays.
"Hey..." Justin complained.
"He's gonna be hungry." Peter said as he began wrapping the chicken in
napkins. "You guys can grab some more from the lunch line, ok?" he asked.
"Geeze..." Justin grumbled hungrily. "You may as well have taken my
dessert too." And much to his surprise, Peter reached out and snagged the
pudding cup off his plate. "Oh man..." he whined, as the other boys
laughed. But Peter was already headed for the door with a grin on his
face.
He hurried back to the cabin, and grabbing his backpack, he stuffed the
food in it and slung it over one shoulder. Peter bounded out the door, and
ran to the trail that headed toward the beach.
When he finally reached the split in the trail, he stopped running for a
moment to catch his breath, but continued walking as he turned down the
other path that led to the inlet. He began running again, anxious to find
out if Dylon was there. At the bottom of the trail he stopped, and looked
around.
No one appeared to be there. The Kayaks were all pulled up for the
evening near the cabin. The large umbrella that had been shading the
picnic table was now down and tucked away. Peter stood and looked toward
the cabin as he regained his breath, and wiped his forearm over his brow;
wiping away the film of sweat. He padded through the soft sand, and made
his way to the small cabin.
"Dylon..." he called out. There was no sound from within, so he tried
the door. It seemed to be locked, so Peter moved to one of the windows
near the door and peered inside. There were no lights on, but then, he
didn't even know if they left the power on in the evening; since it just
served as a boathouse of sorts.
He put his cupped hand up to the glass near his eyes to try and see in
better. He could see the desk and chair, and the cooler where Mr. Anderson
kept the bottled water. Then he moved to another window to peek at the
other side of the room. When he looked in, he could just see the small
couch that was against the wall; and laying there sleeping, was Dylon.
Peter sighed, as he gazed in at the boy. He looked small, and sadly
alone there as he slept curled up wearing only his white tank top, and
board shorts. Peter felt relieved that he had found the other boy, but it
felt awkward as well. He stared in at him for a moment more, then gently
he wrapped on the glass with his knuckles.
"Dylon..." He called. "Dylon wake up. The boy on the couch raised his
head wearily and looked at the window with a sad expression on his face.
They looked at each other a moment, until Dylon lowered his eyes,
embarrassed.
"Dude, let me in, okay? Please..."
Finally he got up off the couch, and opened the door for Peter; then
barefoot he quietly walked back to the couch. He sat down, and pulled his
legs up to himself, wrapping his arms around them as Peter entered the
cabin, closing the door behind him.
"Hey..." Peter said quietly.
"Hey." Dylon returned, still looking down. Peter walked over to the
couch, and set his backpack on the floor; and then he sat down next to the
other boy. They sat quietly for a minute; both of them searching for
something to say.
"I'm sorry." Dylon finally fumbled as he clutched his knees tighter to
himself. "I didn't mean to dump that on you." But Peter shook his head
gently.
"No, that's ok..." Peter told him as he looked sadly at the vulnerable
boy beside him.
"It's just, well, it's hard to tell someone that you're, you're gay."
Dylon went on. "I don't have that many friends in the first place, and...
Well, you tell them that, and you might loose them." But Peter smiled, and
rested his hand softly on the other boy's bare thigh.
"You won't loose them if they were a real friend." Peter said. Dylon
looked directly at Peter's eyes, and the gentle expression that was upon
his face.
"So... Are you...? Are you maybe gay too?" Dylon wondered. Peter's
eyebrows rose at the question. Then thinking about it, he surprised even
himself when he answered.
"I... I guess I don't really know. I mean, I kinda like girls,
sometimes but... I have thought stuff about boys before. And the stuff we
did together, well, it felt so... So right." They sat quietly a moment
until Peter suddenly laughed. "I just remembered a line from an old movie
I saw. It was called, 'Stripes', and these two guys were gonna' join the
military; and the recruiter dude asked them if they were gay. And they
answered, "We're willing to learn..." He laughed again as he told this to
Dylon, who then smiled broadly for the first time.
Peter looked at Dylon, then, with a small smile he leaned in close. "I'm
willing to learn!" he said, as he pressed his lips softly onto Dylon's.
They kissed, and giggled at each other
The kiss became a long caring embrace, as Dylon stretched out his legs
on the couch, and Peter settled in between them. Peter pulled away
slightly, and tugged on Dylon's white tank top; lifting it up and removing
it. The other boy followed his lead, stripping off Peter's shirt and
dropping it to the floor.
They held each other closely again, enjoying the warmth of their two
young chests pressed tightly together. Dylon parted his lips and pressed
into the other boy once more, moistly entwining his lips with Peter's for
several long minutes.
The boys lay for awhile, snuggled together, Peter enjoying the gentle
thrum of the other boy's heartbeat against his own bare chest; until
suddenly there was an odd gurgling rumble that churned between them. Peter
pulled back his head to stare at Dylon.
"Sorry," the other boy started to laugh. "I'm just hungry..." And as
his stomach grumbled again, both boys burst into raucous laughter. Finally
Peter sat up.
"Hey..." he remembered, as he leaned over and snagged up his backpack
from the floor. "I figured you might be starving, soooo..." He said as he
pulled the wrapped chicken from his pack, and grinning he handed the little
bundle to Dylon.
The other boy unwrapped it and smiled tenderly at Peter. "You really
were thinking about me, weren't you!" he remarked, cocking his head a bit
to the side. There were three large pieces of chicken there, and he handed
one to Peter as he hungrily bit into his own. He quickly devoured it, and
Peter told him to take the last piece as well. He didn't argue, and
gratefully finished it.
"Thanks." Dylon said honestly, when they were done. "That was cool for
you to have thought of that." He leaned in with greasy lips, and kissed
Peter. "Hmm, you taste like chicken..." he laughed as he nibbled on
Peter's lower lip; and the two boys giggled as they exchanged another long
wet kiss.
"Well." Dylon said reluctantly, after several minutes. "I guess we
should head back up to the cabins, before we get in trouble." He lay his
hand on Peter's knee, and softly rubbed his fingers there. "Thanks again."
he offered. Peter smiled, and stood up then.
"What about dessert. We can't go back before we've had dessert." Peter
told him. He reached into his backpack again, and pulled out the vanilla
pudding cup from inside.
"Wow," Dylon began, "You thought of everything."
"Yes. Yes I did." Peter answered. He smiled, and then with a
mischievous look, he unsnapped the button on his cargo shorts and let them
drop to the floor. He stood there naked, his soft boy part dangling only a
foot away from Dylon's surprised, but smiling face.
Dylon looked up at Peter, then slowly he stood, face to face, only
inches apart. Peter reached down and taking hold of the other boy's
shorts, he slid them off his hips. Both youngsters stood, naked. They
moved into each other, pressing their warm nude bodies firmly against one
another. Their soft warm penis's pinned tightly together, began to stiffen
slowly between them. They smiled excitedly at one another.
The boys slid onto the couch, Dylon resting on top of Peter. The feel
of soft, incredibly smooth boy skin rubbing between them. They ground
their hips together, as they sucked at each other tongues; their now erect
boy poles slipped against one another in a stimulating rhythm.
Peter's hands slid smoothly around Dylon's firm tanned back as his
tongue wrestled with that of the other boy. They broke for several soft
warm kisses, then rested their heads together as their tender bodies
continued to gnash, and hump softly against each other.
A gentle moan rolled from Dylon's throat as his young genitals tingled
pleasantly. He began kissing soft skin as he slipped slowly down Peters
bare chest. His wet lips and soft warm breath tickled the other boy's
pebble like nipple, causing Peter's back to arch with tingling pleasure.
Dylon sucked at the nipple, like a babe at it's mothers breast; causing
Peter to clench his hands in Dylon's long blond locks.
"Holy fuck... That feels weird, but awesome." Peter breathed at him.
"Oh ya? How bout this?" he said, and then he playfully pressed his lips
against the nipple and 'blew' making the raspberry sound against his skin.
Peter giggled and squirmed beneath him. Both boys laughed.
Dylon then 'blew' wet raspberries all down Peter's stomach. Both boys
laughing with youthful glee as they played with each others naked bodies.
Finally, hovering over Peter's groin, Dylon gently peeled back his foreskin
and touched his tongue to the underside of the other boys warm dick. Peter
twitched at the moist, gentle touch.
A sticky drop of precum rolled lazily from his slit, across the purple
plum of his glans. Dylon swooped on it, like a hawk diving on prey. He
licked it eagerly, and then suckled the head of the other boys penis.
Peter arched his hips upward, eager to be taken into Dylon's mouth; moaning
again, as a long slow stream of breath escaped him.
Peter had drawn his knees up, and out to the sides, as the other boy
continued to waltz his tongue over Peters private boy parts. He licked
tenderly at Peter's sac, and loose testicles; his breath and soft lips
tickled, as he nuzzled sensually into this most tender of spots.
"Ohhhh. Oh shit." Peter moaned. "That's soooo awesome." He panted.
Dylon slipped his fingers over the slender boy shaft, and began stroking
it. Peter's glans peeked in and out as his young boy foreskin was pulled
on and off over the moist tip.
"Oh man." Dylon smiled, and said to him. "This is like the best dessert
ever, huh!" Peter grinned and agreed. Then, thinking of something, he
stretched his arm to the floor and picked up the pudding cup.
"Hold on for a second." He told Dylon. He peeled open the top of the
pudding, and dipping his finger in, he swooped up a glob of it onto his
finger. He grinned broadly at Dylon; and then spread the vanilla pudding
onto his own penis, and testicles.
"Now, that will be the best dessert ever!" he said. Both boys laughed
freely, and Dylon moved his lips onto Peter's 'vanilla' boy parts. He
licked playfully, smearing himself with it. He pulled off for a moment,
and took the pudding cup from Peter. Dipping his finger in, he scooped up
more of it. He pushed Peter's legs up again, and out to the side, and
smeared some of the pudding onto Peter's balls, and then slathered the rest
of it over Peter's soft pink boy hole. The ticklish cool feel of it made
Peters anus clinch tightly shut.
Dylon smiled, and then lowered his face into the thick of it. His
tongue darted and licked at Peters soft, tasty sac. He toyed with the soft
spot between his legs, then playfully he licked at Peter's young, pink,
vanilla flavored grommet. Peter squealed and twitched with delight at the
erotic feel of the warm tongue teasing his hole.
Dylon took his time lapped it all up, then settled his hot mouth over
Peter's rigid junk and began working him. It was awesome, and Peter
writhed as the feelings coursed through him. He neared climax, squinting
tightly at the almost unbearably pleasurable feelings that raged through
his young groin.
His body went taught, toes curled with electric tension as he fought off
the first contraction, trying to hold it. At the second spasm, he
released. A gusher of boy milk ejaculated from him into Dylon's hot
mouth. He was grunting loudly, but couldn't even hear himself as his entire
body was seized, and heaving into the other boy.
It felt as though he must have blacked out for a second, because when he
opened his eyes, Dylon was laying on top of him, both of their hearts
pounding furiously against each others chest.
Dylon apparently had been so stimulated by what he had been doing, that
after Peter had shot hot boy seed into his mouth, he had slumped forward on
top of his friend and had pumped his own juices, vigorously all over
Peter's boy parts and soft under belly.
They lay, glued together for a long time as they recovered, and slowly
came to their senses. They shared a tender, intimate kiss. Finally they
were able to sit up, side by side on the couch. Their naked spent bodies,
still resting.
"Best friggen dessert EVER." Dylon breathed; and both boys laughed till
it hurt. Eventually they got up and cleaned up as best they could. They
pulled their clothes back on, and Peter shouldered his empty backpack.
They took one last look around the cabin and walked to the door.
"Thanks." Dylon said, the most sincere he had ever been. Peter nodded,
and smiled warmly at him.
The boys walked out of the cabin, closing the door behind them, and
walked across the sand to where the trail began. Dylon felt like taking
hold of Peter's hand, but thought better of it, not wanting to seem too
'gay'. He was surprised a moment later though, when Peter slid his hand
into Dylon's, and they walked up the trail that way for several minutes.
Fifteen minutes later they reached the cabin and hurried inside. The
other boys, looked up, and upon seeing them they hopped off their bunks and
cheerfully came together in greeting. Liam was almost in tears, relieved
that they were back.
Peter looked at him with an appreciative smile. He was touched that
Liam was actually that worried about them. They all chattered together for
awhile, just talking about 'stuff'. Later the boys all lay across two of
the bunks, playing 'Uno', the card game. At one point Justin went and
grabbed the pillow from his bunk, to make himself more comfortable; and
Jason asked him to grab his pillow also.
This was fine, until Justin handed the pillow over to his twin; by way
of swinging it, and smacking his brother with it. The pillow fight that
ensued, went on for twenty long minutes, with all the boys battling for
supremacy; until they had all worn each other out and they lay strewn
across the bunks, breathless and battle weary.
Eventually the twins started getting ready for bed. They had brushed
their teeth, and Justin was slipping his pajama bottoms on, when his
brother grabbed a handful of his underwear and reefed them upward, into a
server wedgie that left him howling, and digging his fingers between his
ass cheeks trying to pull them back out. All the boys laughed out loud at
this, but Justin just smiled and gave them the 'evil' eye.
"Sure, you laugh now..." he warned. "But I'll have my revenge!" he
laughed playfully, pointing at each of them in turn.
"Eww..." Dylon mocked, "We're so scared..." And they all laughed again,
including Justin. The boys crawled into their bunks, one by one, and began
to settle in after the long day. They turned off the lights, and shifted
into comfortable positions.
Peter and Dylon lay on their sides in their respective bunks, facing
each other. In the dimness of the room they looked at each other and
smiled. "G-night." Peter whispered.
"G-night." Dylon answered, and smiled. He stretched his arm out between
the gap in the two bunks. Peter did the same, and they bumped knuckles.
It didn't take long for any of the boys to drift off to sleep that night.
Peter may have been the last to slip away to 'never never' land; after
one last look over to the next bunk. He smiled slightly to himself. "Best
dessert ever..." he mumbled as sleep took him.
End Of Part Six......
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