Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2011 12:43:21 -0700
From: Ian Bridge <about.a.boy@hotmail.com>
Subject: Peter and the Pirates Part 7
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
Recap of previous chapter. The boys, Peter and Dylon age thirteen, Liam
and the twins Justin and Jason age twelve, have been spending time at this
summer resort. Similar to a summer camp, but, one that provides counseling
for youngsters who have lost parents, or had similar issues. The boys have
become friends, and joined together as the Lost Boys.
They have spent time skinny dipping, and, exploring their pubescent bodies.
Last chapter, some teenagers had stolen some of the camps kayaks; but Peter
and his band found the 'pirates', and turned them in. Now, this session at
the retreat is winding down; and the boys hope to leave lasting
impressions.
Part Eight
Peter and the Pirates
Farewell to Neverland
It had been a long ten days, but at the same time it seemed to have
flown by as quickly as the warm summer wind. Peter had made some wonderful
friends, whom he would never forget. And two of the boys, Dylon and Liam,
he would continue to see even after the summer retreat was over.
After all, Dylon didn't live all that far from him back home. And Liam
was a mere half hour away by car. In fact, he had already arranged with
his Aunt to have Liam come and spend some with him in a few weeks.
Today though was the last full day at the retreat; and Wednesday they
would all head for their own homes, shortly after the noon hour. But the
boys planned to make the most of their last night, and day together.
Since the boys had found the stolen Kayaks, and helped catch the
teenagers who had been responsible; the retreat, and Mr. Anderson in
particular had made special arrangements as a reward for the boys.
They would be allowed to Kayak along the shore, to a rather secluded
inlet and beach. Mr. Anderson was fixing them up with a couple of tents,
sleeping bags, and a coolers filled with food and drink; so the boys could
spend their last night camping in the cove. It was going to be more than
fun, and the boys knew, likely it would be the last time they would all be
together as a group, so they were looking forward to the day ahead.
It was still early Tuesday morning, and while the other boys were all
still sleeping; Peter lay on his bunk in the cabin. He was reading, and
had just finished the last of his book, 'Peter and the Pirates'.
He closed the book, and laying it alongside him, he propped himself up
on his elbows to look around the cabin at his friends. His own little band
of lost boys. He looked at each of them in turn, and smiled as he recalled
something about each of them. The twins, Justin and Jason; both funny
twelve year olds, full of energy and humor. Always bickering playfully
with each other, and each so in tuned with the other's humor.
Dylon, his first real friend. The boy who had revealed himself to be
gay; and who he had shared his own first special sexual encounter with. He
would always have a fondness for Dylon.
And, of course, young Liam. Another beautiful twelve year old who, like
Peter, had lost his parents; and was just trying to find his place in life.
Like Peter, he felt out of place, and just wanted to fit in.
Peter thought about the book he had just finished. The story of Peter
Pan, a young boy who didn't want to grow up; preferring to stay young
forever. In a place where you could play all the time, follow no ones
rules, and never, never have to face the realities and hardships of an
adult world. A place where Peter didn't have to think about his parents
dying in an automobile accident...
He sighed then, and looked around the room at his companions once again.
This carefree time would likely be the last time he would spend in his own
world of Neverland. He could feel his eyes sting just a little. Tossing
his bedcovers down he slipped off his bunk and padded barefoot across the
cool wooden floor to the bathroom.
Peter washed his face in the small sink, and managed a weak little smile
at himself in the mirror. The reflection that gazed back at him, was that
of a good looking, sandy haired boy. Innocent and sweet. Yet the eyes
seemed somewhat lonely; still lost somehow. He shook his head and moved
over to the toilet, and hooking his thumb in the waistband of his
undershorts, he pulled them down in front and took hold of his young, soft
penis. He stood for a moment, until at last the warm stream of piss
started to drain from him.
When he had finished, he milked the last few drops from himself and let
his foreskin slide back into place. He yawned and stretched, then turned
and walked out of the bathroom. He glanced at his bunkmates again, still
sleeping away. Liam, who was closest to him, turned over in his bunk.
Peter sauntered over and stood over him, smiling slightly.
He crouched over then, and gently kissed the other boy on the corner of
his mouth. Liam's eyebrows shifted slightly, and a small sleepy sigh left
him. "Mm, morning mom." he spoke in a whisper, still coming out of his
sleep.
His eyelids slowly fluttered open then, and he gazed up sleepily at
Peter. He seemed to remember where he was then. "Was that you?" he asked
softly. Peter nodded quietly, and Liam smiled at him, remembering how his
mom used to wake him that same way. "Thanks..." he whispered, and he
raised his arms up, in search of a hug.
Peter stooped again, and the two boys held each other warmly for a
moment. When they pulled apart, Liam glanced around the room to notice the
other boys all sleeping. Peter grinned. "Come on..." He whispered to
Liam; and as he pulled the covers down, Liam stood up.
Peter grabbed Liam's pillow, and walked softly back to his bunk. He
grabbed up his own pillow as well, and handed one of them to Liam. Quietly
he indicated what he wanted to do; and that was to wake the other's with an
early morning attack.
Liam moved over toward Jason, and Peter hovered over Dylon. they nodded
at each other, and then, with the shout of "Lost Boys..." They began to
rain down a flurry of pillow blows on their companions.
There was instant chaos as the other boys were rudely awakened under the
furious assault. Peter had swiped at Dylon a number of times, then spun
across to attack Justin. In moments, Jason and Justin had leaped up, and
all the boys, clad only in their underwear, were flailing wildly at each
other amidst a hail of pillows.
Well, all the boys but Dylon. He continued to lay under his covers,
apparently uninterested in the battle raging on around him. The others
hopped from bunk to bunk, trading flurries, and allegiances wildly.
Finally, Peter moved toward Dylon's bunk again.
"What, afraid to join in..?" he taunted.
"Go away." Dylon mumbled back at him. The other boy's moved over then.
"Come on..." Justin demanded. "Join us, or we all attack you." he
warned.
"Go away. It's too early..." Dylon said again, rather unconvincingly as
he pulled the covers up over himself. The boys all grinned mischievously
at each other, and without need of any signal, they all flailed away with
their pillows. Peter reached down and grabbed the bedcovers, then yanked
them off of Dylon.
The other boy was lying there, naked, and sporting morning wood. The
other boy's paused for only a second, and then laughing and hooting they
started their rain of pillows again.
"Oh, so it's too early." Justin mocked. "Not too early for a hard
on..." he laughed, along with the others. Dylon raised his arms, and legs
trying to fend off the attack with his hands, and feet. He knew it was
useless though.
"Alright you dorks..." He hollered. He jumped up on his bunk, grabbing
his pillow as he did so. With his erection bouncing against his belly, and
his smooth sac swaying below him, he began swinging his pillow wildly at
the others.
The battle raged on for several minutes. There were no sides, it was
simply swing, and get swung upon. Pillows were lost, occasionally
wrestling moves were applied, and soon
three of the five of them were naked, as underwear had also been yanked
free.
After what seemed like forever, the battle ended. They boys lay
wherever they ended up; laughing, panting, and sweating. Justin was naked
on the floor, Jason and Liam (who was also naked now) were sprawled across
Jason's bunk. Peter sat on the floor with Dylon collapsed near him.
"That was kinda cool." Jason panted, as he looked around the cabin. The
room was a mess of bedclothes and disheveled furnishings. They heard the
morning bell, telling them breakfast was about to be served.
The boys picked themselves up, and straitened the room just a bit, as
each of them went in to the bathroom for a morning piss. Finally they
pulled their clothing on; one or two of them ran a comb through messy hair,
and then they headed out for the cafeteria.
They gathered at their usual table, and then took their trays through
the line to gather up some food. Dylon, as usual, piled an unseemly amount
onto his plate; though he never failed to finish.
At the table, the boys talked, and laughed about the morning pillow
battle. Justin demanded to know what Dylon had been dreaming about, which
had brought on the morning wood. Of course all the boys chided him about
that, though more than one boner had sprung up during the pillow fight.
They ate, and talked about getting to spend the day kayaking, and camping
at the cove. They were all looking forward to that, and anxiously finished
their breakfast.
The counselor had wanted to have one last meeting with Peter, about his
parents. He sat and listened as she doled out her sage advice to him,
about moving on, and finding his way, blah, blah...
Peter had already figured these things out for himself though. He was
a bright kid. He had needed time for the wounds to heal, and actually his
time at the retreat had allowed him to start that process. The connection
he had made with Liam, and even Dylon had shown him he was not alone. It
takes time, he thought to himself, just as the counselor stopped talking.
He thanked her for all the help; some of her words had seeped in.
Peter left the office and headed back toward the cabin. The other boy's
were there waiting for him. He tossed a few thing into his backpack, and
shouldering it, they all headed out across the grounds toward the trail.
It was pushing ten o clock, and they were going down to meet
Mr. Anderson at the water where the kayaks were. As usual the twins headed
off in the lead, chattering away at each other. The other three lads
walked along together, laughing occasionally at the antics of the twins.
Finally they reached the bottom of the trail which spilled out of the
woods and onto the sandy beach. The boys could see Andy (Mr. Anderson) up
ahead by the small cabin. He had already pulled out five kayaks, and was
just closing one of the storage compartments on one of them.
"Morning Mr. Anderson." Jason called out, being the first to hit the
beach.
"Ah, morning boys." He replied with a wave as he turned to greet them.
The boys filed across the sand toward the colorful boats.
"We're all ready to go." Dylon offered, as he walked up.
"Excellent." Andy replied. "Well, I've already shuttled stuff over to
the cove for you. Your tents are set up, and the coolers are there. The
resort owns all the property there, and really, the only access is from the
water; or from a two hour hike through the woods."
"Cool..." The boys echoed.
"You can pull up some stones on the beach for a fire pit. You boys know
how to do all that?"
"I do." Liam offered. "I was in the scouts for a few years."
"Good, good. Well, there's food in the coolers, and a few other
supplies. You all remember your kayak lessons right?" The boys all
nodded. "Fine then, I guess you're good to go."
Andy moved over to the kayaks, and pulling on their life jackets, the boys
each took hold of one, and they dragged them the few feet to the water's
edge. With the sun streaming down on them, the boys each got in and edged
into the water; Andy pushed the last boat out.
"Ok lads, have fun. But not too much fun." He grinned knowingly.
"Peter, in the back compartment of your boat, there's a box with a radio in
it, and matches for your fire. So, you can call in if you need to."
"Ya, thanks..." Peter smiled back at him. The boys maneuvered the
kayaks out a ways from shore, and with a final wave they began paddling.
They told jokes, and poked fun at one another while they continued on their
way. It took about forty minutes, but finally they came around to what
appeared to be the inlet.
"Is this It?" Justin questioned.
"I think so." Peter answered. "Andy said it was the first inlet we came
to. Let's paddle in and see." they turned the kayaks into the small
opening, curving in just a bit, and then they could see it.
Tucked well in, they could now see a great crescent moon shaped beach,
with two tents set up upon it. "Whoa, look at that." Jason hooted.
"Ohh... Awesome." Dylon beamed at the sight of it. Near one end of the
beach, a stream was flowing down through the trees behind it; and it formed
a nearly enclosed freshwater pool, protected by the sand spit. The entire
beach was bathed in the morning sun, and the boys all grinned at one
another as they beached the kayaks.
Hopping out, they pulled the boats well up onto the sand in a row; and
with big grins they all ran up the sand toward the two tents. Dylon had
already pulled his shirt off as he looked around the cove, with a grin on
his face.
"This is so cool..." He said. The boys looked around a bit before
poking into one of the tents. There were three coolers in the tent, and
some small folding beach seats; which they hauled outside and placed them
in between the two tents. Opening one of the coolers, Justin found some
icy cold bottled water. He grabbed several of them, and passed them to
however wanted one.
"This is gonna be fun." Jason remarked. "What do you guys wanna' do
first?"
"Well, first we should set up a fire pit." Dylon said. The boys all
agreed, and walking toward the edge, they each grabbed up a stone or two
and carted them over near the tents. They built a respectable fire pit,
and then found that Andy had also left them a dozen large split cedar
chunks. they spent a few minutes gathering other wood and kindling which
they piled up.
"We are good to go boys..." Peter commented as he brushed his hands
together. "I'm getting kinda hot. Anybody wanna' swim?" He asked.
"Way ahead of you." Dylon called from behind one of the tents. The boys
all turned to look at him. He was standing there wearing a grin, and
nothing else. Laughing, he turned and bolted for the freshwater pool.
Grins flew between them, as the boys instantly began shedding shirts and
shorts.
In seconds Peter and the others were racing naked across the sand,
after Dylon. The boys dove into the cool freshwater pool. Whooping and
hollering, they tackled one another, and cavorted together in the water,
and up onto the sand spit. It was a free for all of boyish fun. The water
felt wonderful as they splashed about. Liam crawled up onto Peter's back,
and climbed up to sit on his shoulders. They challenged the others to a
'chicken' fight.
Justin teamed up with Dylon, straddling his shoulders in the same way.
Standing in the three foot deep pool, with Liam on his shoulders, Peter
held onto Liam's feet and charged the other boys.
They came together. The boys on top tangled arms, pulling and twisting;
trying to topple the other pair. They jousted, and spilled one another
with great splashes. Over and over again, changing riders, and teams;
naked boys, glistening with water in the sunshine and enjoying their
unfettered freedom.
They played together for a long time, until they were spent. The boys
crawled out to lay or sit on the warm sand. As they lay there, Dylon
couldn't help but glance at the smooth naked boys who lay around him.
Their young naked bodies sparkling under the sun. He looked at Jason, who
was lying face down on the sand, his arms folded up under his head.
Dylon swallowed hard as his eyes traced the smooth lean curves of the
other boy. From his tanned shoulders, down his slim waist, to the two
white untanned globes of his buttocks, which curved invitingly into his
thighs. It was all Dylon could do, not to roll over on top of him.
If there was a heaven, this was it for Dylon. He lay back on the sand
and closed his eyes; his young boyish erection firmly pressed against his
own lower abdomen. He felt so relaxed with these friends, that it never
even occurred to him to cover his erect member.
A sudden shadow blocked the sun from his eyes. He opened them to see
Justin, who was standing over him. Justin grinned down at him, and
wordlessly he stepped with one leg on either side of Dylon. He knelt down
in the sand then, straddling him. Justin's bare wet butt cheeks settled
down on top of his dick.
Dylon's eyes widened, and a smile spread his lips. Justin smiled back
at him, and slowly began rocking his hips. Dylon's stiff length was
pressed firmly against the other boy's crack; and the sliding motion sent
shivers through him, as Justin continued to rock against him.
Justin shifted a bit, so with each backward motion the head of Dylon's
dick would poke out under Justin's soft, smooth sac. Both boys grinned at
each other. Dylon reached out and took the other boy's now hardening tool
into the fingers of his right hand. As Justin continued his rocking
motion; Dylon began to masturbate him.
In a few minutes, both boy's were cooing contentedly. Both had their
eyes closed, both so caught up in the moment that they were oblivious to
anything else around them. Dylon was moaning now, and he quickened the
pace of his stroking on the other boy. His legs began to twitch in the
sand with the mounting feelings.
Justin leaned forward, pressing his hands on Dylon's shoulders as he
pumped his hips against the other boy's heated tool. Both boys sighed
deeply, and Dylon moaned loudly. He could feel it coming. His thighs went
numb with excitement; toes wiggling.
"Uhhhhhh, yaaaaaaa..." He writhed as he balls climbed tightly into him.
And then, that joyous explosion. His boy tool heaved and spat a load of
hot chowder. Another, and another coursed from him; smearing into the
underside of Justin's balls, up his butt crack, and onto his own fleshy
pubic mound. "Uhhhhhh...." He groaned again.
Justin could feel the hot sauce in his crevice, and coating his
testicles. That put him over the brink, and his climax roared through his
loins like a freight train. His own young cock fired several glistening
pulses of clear sticky juice up and onto Dylon's heaving chest.
He shuddered, and lay forward then; his naked torso pressed against
Dylon's, and their young cocks flattened between them. Dylon now cupped
his hands on Justin's butt cheeks, and his boy length twitched again as he
enjoyed the firm fleshy mounds in his fingers. They lay there for several
seconds, until they heard noise around them. Both boy's opened their eyes
at the sound...
There was clapping. They looked up to see the other three boys standing
there around them; all of them wearing a bemused look upon their faces, and
mockingly applauding the performance. Dylon had been so lost in his own
rapture that he hadn't even thought about the others being there. He
blushed with embarrassment.
"Uh... Thank you..." Was all he could think of to respond to the
applause. "Thank you very much. The next show will begin as soon as I can
get it up..." He shook his head incredulously with another embarrassed
laugh.
The boys all laughed, and one by one they walked back toward the tents.
Dylon and Justin both dove back into the pool, to refresh themselves, and
to rinse off the sand that clung to their now sweaty bodies.
"I can't believe we did that in front of them." Dylon mumbled.
"Why not? We've all messed around together before." Justin said. "And
besides, we're the ones who had all the fun. Those suckers just boned up
watching us." He smiled, and slid below the surface, letting the cool water
wash his hair back off his forehead.
At the tents, the other boys joked, of course. But each of them had
indeed been rather turned on by what they had watched. Jason dug into one
of the coolers, and pulling out more bottles of cold water, he passed them
around.
In a few minutes, Dylon and Justin walked back over to join the group.
Peter tossed a water bottle to them, and they settled into some of the
beach chairs with the other boys. A few grins, and a chuckle or two bounced
around between them. Jason dug out some snacks from the coolers, and the
boys munched on the treats as they talked.
After they had all rested for awhile, Jason asked if anyone wanted to
take the Kayaks out for a bit. His brother eagerly hopped up, and Dylon
said he would go out as well. the three boys pulled their boats back into
the inlet, settled into them, and paddled out into the bay. Though they
had each donned a life jacket, none of them had bothered to put their
shorts or shirts back on. A tribute to how comfortable they all felt
together.
Liam and Peter sat side by side in the beach chairs, watching the
other's paddle off down the shoreline. They finished off their bottles of
water, and put the rest of the snacks back into the cooler.
"So whatcha' wanna' do?" Liam asked, as he glanced at Peter.
"Oh, I don't know. We'll think of something." Peter answered, with a
mischievous look at the other boy. Liam raised his eyebrows curiously.
"Oh..? Just what kind of boy do you think I am?" he asked playfully.
"The fun kind..." Peter smiled back. "Wanna' go explore a little bit?"
he asked as he stood up, then slipped into his flip flops.
"Uh, ya sure." Liam said. "I guess. I thought you were talking about
something else."
"I was." Peter smiled knowingly. "Come on." he reached out and took
Liam by the wrist, pulling him. Liam slipped into his 'water-sox', Peter
grabbed a towel and what looked like a bar of soap, and the boys walked
across the sand toward the trees.
Back up behind the stream fed pool, the boys hiked up into the woods.
They stayed in the shallow stream for the most part, and worked their way
up the slight incline. The sound of the stream seemed a bit louder up
ahead.
"Where we going?" Liam asked.
"Just a bit further. Mr. Anderson told me there was a little water fall
a few hundred yards up from the beach. Lets check it out." They continued
their trek, and the sound of water told them they were close.
At last, they saw the small water fall. It was only ten feet or so
tall, and about seven or eight feet wide; a steady stream of fresh water.
It splashed into the stream that ran down to where the beach was. The boys
climbed to the base of it, and after setting the towel down on one side,
Peter walked out into the flow. It rained down on him, splashing over his
body in all directions.
Liam followed him in, and the boys stood together under the fresh
cascading water. If they stepped back, the water missed them, flowing like
a sparkling curtain in front of them. They smiled at one another, and
Peter held up the bar of soap that he had brought with them.
With it, he began soaping the other boy's young naked body. They
lathered each other up, washing each other thoroughly from head to toe.
Special attention was paid to their 'special' areas, and both boys had
eagerly boned up. They came together then, wrapping their arms around each
other. For several long minutes they just stood, content in their embrace,
as their warm slippery flesh, pressed firmly together.
Both boys had come to the resort having lost parents. Both had been
feeling sad, and nearly alone in the world. Such was the tie that bound
them. Peter and the Pirates. It had been more than a coincidence that he
had chosen that book to identify with. The lost boys, had been more than
an accurate analogy.
Peter was crying now; but they were tears of happiness. They went
unnoticed under the splashing of the waterfall. But the warm boy pressed
against him now, had been his salvation. And, the thing is, for Liam it
had been exactly the same. Peter had rescued him form the emptiness that
had enveloped him like lonely ghosts since his parents had passed away.
At length, the boys stepped forward into the water flow again, and let
the water rinse them clean. Peter looked at Liam, then leaning in he
kissed the other boy. Liam returned the kiss, and smiled back at him.
The boys walked back down the stream to the beach below; where they saw
that Dylon and the twins were on their way back into the inlet, and soon
they had all rejoined near the tents. The rest of the afternoon the boys
played, swam, and kayaked some more. And one of the coolers, it turned out
was filled with small water balloons. A little surprise from Mr. Anderson,
which provided some fun as the boys raced about on the beach engaged in a
water battle.
When evening fell eventually, the boys had built up a nice fire. They
sat around it, happily cooking up wieners, and beans. They ate till they
were stuffed, Then roasted up marshmallows, that Mr. Anderson had
thoughtfully packed for them. And together they sat around the fire
telling stories, and laughing into the night.
At one point Peter had gotten up, and taking Liam by the hand they went
inside one of the tents, and zipped down the flaps. It was awhile before
anyone had really noticed; but Dylon finally caught on. He smiled softly
to himself. He knew how Peter was feeling toward Liam. He got up and
looked at the twins.
"Come on Lost Boys. It's time to have some fun." The three boys
grinned, and all of them crawled into the other tent, also zipping down the
flaps. The three boys would spend quite some time messing around with each
other. It was a coming of age story; a celebration of youth. Exploring,
touching, sucking, licking, and inserting; in a mini orgy of young, fresh,
pubescent boys.
In the other tent, Peter and Liam weren't engaging in any orgy.
Instead, the two young boys made what can only be described as love to each
other. Contentment filled them, neither boy felt as though he was lost any
longer. Their exploration of each other was tender, sensual; inspired by
the innocence of delight. And in the end when they had finished, they fell
asleep in each other's arms, snuggled tightly together.
In Peter's dreams that night, he stood again like Peter Pan. Hands on
hips, standing defiantly on the railing of a pirate ship; and looking
happily at his naked band of lost boys, who stood below him.
Captain Hook stood the deck as well, and he stared at Peter, his sword
drawn, and a look of disappointment on his face. "Oh, this is bad form
Peter. To Die would have been an awfully big adventure..."
"To grow up, will be an awfully big adventure." Peter answered. "But
not today..." He smiled innocently. His band of boys chanted around him,
'Lost boys, lost boys, lost boys...' But each chant seemed to fade,
growing steadily softer... 'Lost boys...' Came the final whisper. "Not
today..." Peter called out. Today he had found what he had lost, and he
bid farewell to Neverland...
Finish...
Thanks... To the many readers who have offered comments, and feedback
on my stories. This is the only way we know if you like what we are doing,
and I for one am very appreciative of it. Special thanks to Hans, who
always offers insightful, and inspiring feedback.
This storyline had kind of run its course, and this chapter was simply
to wrap things up. But Peter, Liam and Dylon will likely appear in some
form of sequel in a future story. Thanks again, and I hope you will enjoy
my other stories...
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