Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 19:35:37 +0000 (UTC) From: Aihu Fist Subject: THEY LOOK LIKE SMARTIES part 3 by AIHU FIST THEY LOOK LIKE SMARTIES part 3 by AIHU FIST Like the sun, Peter appeared to be shining like gold. His eyes were of an emerald hue adorned with an iris encrusted with diamonds. -You are so gorgeous, Lost One, you are just the cup of wine I was looking for. Dionysus, who is my neighbour, is a friend of mine. He loves all sorts of drinks. He digs a ton of grapes when he wants to amuse himself. What people don't know is that he loves them young and green. He has quite a vineyard back home, and he invites me regularly for a party. Of course I go there with The Lost Boys, and it usually turns into a wild orgy, luckily we are far away from Christian scrutiny. Too bad Dionysus is a bit overweight and overripe. His grapes taste sour. He grew up too fast though, however he cannot live without his Green Grapes. I am sure he would love to hang his lips onto yours. Peter pointed at my jewels and smiled. I looked and followed his finger and to my shock and disbelief I saw my Mickey had become a vine with leaves and my balls had turned an ivy green and looked like grapes. I had about two dozen green grapes instead of a normal ball sac! Peter said; -I fancy some for myself, do you mind? -No, I don't, I heard myself say. Promptly Peter reached for my grapes and plucked a couple away and threw them in his mouth. I felt no pain at all, and it was most curious to see that the grapes he took from there, grew back almost immediately. So I caught one too and ate it. I ate my own grapes! I grew wanton after that. My loins wanted to move and buck. My pelvis thought I was Elvis. -Don't do this, Lost One, do not provoke me, please. Aaaaagh, the damage's done, look at my tool that grew hard enough to want to make grape juice from them. Peter's face had turned pink and then red, every time he ate a grape. -How do sour grapes taste, Peter? -Very -How do you know? -`Cause Dionysius made me eat them. A very unsavoury business, if you ask me. They were a dark purple and hairy. He has grapes all over his crotch and they are huge. He is so healthy. The reason why I am his friend is because he is a funny guy, no one can make you laugh as much as he does. He clasped his hand around my fine stalk and twisted it a few times. He broke the top of and stripped the leaves off it. -Now you have a pig's dick. Just like a corkscrew it is. -I began to cry, I did not want a penis like that, I said. -It is good to cry, Peter encouraged me. I am very good at sucking them, Peter added. Let me try and prove it to you. Peter's full lips leapt over each and every groove of my cock, and the more he sucked the more I felt something entering from behind me. The stab and the rub was back. With every suck and drag of my cock I saw how it grew a giant lollypop. -I got a baby python for you, lost one, I heard him say. I felt something warm rubbing my lips. I looked up when Peter interrupted his licking of my lollipop and he was holding a python in his hands. -It wants to kiss you, boy. I pressed my lips to kiss the animal on the head, but the animal did not open its mouth. Instead it opened my mouth by kissing my teeth which I instinctively opened. The serpent was in and began to kiss my mouth. I looked and saw the beach sand disappear. The sky turned black and from them emerged Lost Boys faces of all different races. Indians, Africans, Chinese, Eskimos....jee. I heard them ask Peter; -Is he truly a Lost Boy? Is he good enough? When will he be ready to play and roam the skies with us? -I think he will be soon, Boys, he sure is lost, albeit in his own way. He is lost in his own way, kept echoing back in my mind. I sat on a couch watching a Disney program on the telly. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. It was 3 am! Where was I? How did I get here? I sat there naked with a blanket over my shoulders. My head was filled with cotton wool. Peter Pan was chasing Tinkerbell when this man appeared in what was the living room. He was wearing a pair of red tights and a white night gown. He had long tousled blond hair and had ruby coloured lips. From his oval face I saw blue eyes twinkling like a pair of candles that lit up the dark room. His mouth opened up and out came the words; Hi there, awake at last? My jaw dropped and I said; -who are you, where am I? -Hold on son, not so fast. He seated himself next to me and said; -I found you in an alley. -You found me in an alley? I repeated like a parrot learning his first lines. -Yes, you actually sat in a corner of an alley in the darkness. You were naked, you had vomit allover you, your trousers and briefs were wet from the rain and something sticky on your face. I had never seen something like it. Luckily I was on my way to my car which was parked at the end of the alley and I brought you home. I gave you wash but you seemed to be gone forever. Like a zombie you were. What happened to you? -I don't know sir, do you ? -N n n no, `course not. But I could not leave an angel like you behind in the gutter, now could I? Peter Pan was chattering away talking to the Lost boys. He wore his brown tights. I looked at the man's tights and could not help but notice a very big manhood in it. It was huge. I quickly turned away my gaze and looked at the telly again. -You like Peter Pan? -Yes, I do, I said adamantly. -You have the same tights. -Yes, i do, but I prefer red to brown. -Do you like Tinkerbell, sir? He hesitated, he was thinking too long, I thought. -She is OK, but I think Peter prefers to hang out with the boys. -You mean the Lost Boys? -Yes, right, the lost ones, like you, he chuckled. -Yes, I am lost, you are right. -What is your name, boy? Gosh, I could not remember my name! -I, I don't remember, really. -That is odd. How can anyone forget his name? -I do not know, I might have known yesterday. -What were you doing in an alley, alone by yourself. -I don't know either. -Well, you will know again soon. I am glad you are here with me. I will take care of you if no one else wants you. That sounded nice in my ears. -Are you OK and warm enough with that blanket, boy? -Yes, sir, I am and thank you for taking me to your home. -That's OK, son, he said and patted me on my inner thigh close to my crotch. -I am sorry, but I have no boys undies and yours is still drying. I was afraid you were going to die in my house. But now you are all alive and well, you can dash through my home all naked, nobody but me will see you and it is warm enough with the stove on, isn't it? -Yes sir, it is. -As a matter of fact I am getting so hot I have to take my gown off. He did that as he said it. A fine boyish chest appeared from under the fluffy gown. The red tights showed off his muscled thighs and round bubble butt. The bulge in front was even more prominent. I figured it had become bigger while we were talking. -So, you dress like Peter, I take it you are his biggest fan? -Yes, indeed, I am, son. -You are very handsome, even a bit cute, if I may say so, sir. -Oh thank you so much for this nice compliment. I wish I had his ears and little tail though. -Do you go out like that in the streets? -No, I would not dare to. Some people are animals, they would beat me up for it, wouldn't they? -I think so, sir. What is your name by the way? -Peter. -No, do not kid me, please, sir. -No, really, my name IS Peter. My mum was in love with Peter so I was named after him, and when she died I could only think of Peter. I became a recluse and only watch Peter Pan, because I know she wanted me to look like him and love him. I swore to my mum that I would never leave her and I would never grow up. I suggest we talk of him as Pan lest we avoid confusion about whom we talk. -Good idea, I quipped. -Well, that is a nice thing to do for one's mum, I think. I believe I would do the same. I added. -The only thing that broke the spell is my body, he said; I am too tall for a boy, I put on weight and muscles. -You still look like a boy to me. Your face is a real baby face. -You think so, boy? What shall I call you then? -Call me Alice! -Alice? But that is a girl's name. -That is true, but she went to Wonderland, and I have the impression that I am in Wonderland, and I always wanted to be a girl. -Neverland is like Wonderland. The easiest way to get there is to eat Smarties. I always do most of the day, that is. -Call me Alic then. -That sound's nice, OK. Alic it is. -Why don't you take of your tights, Peter? -Oh, no, I cannot do that. -Why not? -Because, because, I am too big down here and I got too much hair too. -I want to see it! I grabbed the elastic band of his tights and pulled at it. I was really curious. I had never been that curious for a boy. -OK then, go ahead. But don't be frightened or shocked if you see something you don't like. He was a young man in his mid-twenties, living a life of a recluse in a city. I had no idea such men existed. I felt hot and a pleasant but nearly unbearable heat grew in my loins with every centimetre of fabric that rolled down from his hips. Peter stood in front of me and I got his tights straight over his knees. His legs were beautifully shaped like the ones of a ballet dancer, covered in blond curly hairs. From my cross-legged position I had my face facing his little but fierce manhood greeting me with feverish nods. In the mean time my little fierce prick had risen to salute his. I saw a pair of gigantic balls as naked as a pair of plums and a young man's penis that shot up like a dragon's head. No hair around or on them. We both smiled and looked at our prized boy tools with pride. -Aren't they cute? I asked. Peter guffawed and said; -I suppose you could say that. -You are Peter with the hairy legs. I quipped. I put my arms around his bottom and it felt as smooth as mine. -A piece of astounding information for your sake: but a real Lost Boy has no hair on his backside or on his dick and sack. Hence Peter Pan has none of this on his body or his prized jewels. -How do you know? I asked. -I don't...I presume. Disney never drew him naked, did he? -Not that I am aware of. -You don't have any hair, yet, because you are still a boy. A Lost Boy. -Yes, but I will grow up too, we cannot stop it, can we? -`Course we can. -How? -That is a secret Pan told me once. I think none of the Lost Boys or Peter Pan grew up because they share that secret with him. -Some day I will tell you. But for that to happen you ought to stay with me forever. -That is no problem, Peter, I said and I gave him a big hug and a kiss on his tummy. He was so over the moon with me that we played and danced all night long until the break of dawn. ------------------------------------------------------- BE GOOD and loyal and donate to NiftyAihu Fist