Date: Tue, 3 Feb 2015 17:31:54 +0000 (UTC) From: Aihu Fist Subject: THEY LOOKED LIKE SMARTIES PART 4 THEY LOOKED LIKE SMARTIES by AIHU FIST Chapter 4 I simply stayed at home with him and I stopped thinking about who I was or where in lived. He had a huge garden in the back with a seesaw, a swing, and a tree house in it. Who needed city life with this wealth? So, I had seen how tall and stiff his boyhood was and he had seen mine, what was wrong with that, no big deal. Most of the time we ran around naked in the house. Weeks went by and I ate the smarties when I asked for them. He said that the smarties held the secret only the Lost Boys and Peter Pan knew about. -If you are lucky you might see him after you've eaten a few smarties. They are the doors to his Neverland; my mum, was in love with Pan, you know. One day she saw his shadow. Soon he was in her bedroom and started teasing her a lot. However, he had no intention ever to become a father, he had vowed. In spite of his vows, my mum became a mother. She told me it was his doing, although he never touched her, he said. -It sounds a bit like the Virgin Mary who got pregnant, I quipped. -Anyway I was born and she listened to him what she should do to turn me into a Lost Boy. Unfortunately, my mum never did what she was supposed to do. Before she left this world, she passed on the secret to me. She said that if I applied to any boy what she should have done to me, I would turn into a Lost Boy at last, and I would get to see the real Peter Pan. -Woweeeee, I cried. What is that secret, will you tell me, Peter? -I don't know, I am afraid of doing the wrong thing. It is a risky business, and I tried it before and only a few things changed. -But we would get to meet Pan and fly with him to Neverland; we could be boys forever? -I thought you wanted to be a girl? -Pan does not have to know that, does he? -He will find out quickly. -How does he find out, Peter? -He has his ways, I don't know, my mum knew, but she never told me but one secret. I sighed and sighed. The smarties were nice and never failed to amaze me. I could hardly remember that I took them when I did. Or did I? How could I be sure it was those sweets that brought me to other places and feel weird things in my tummy. The usual roller coaster of seeing snakes, feeling them in me, coiling, writhing, or me travelling on them, eating them and kissing too. The colours were awesome and spectacular. Peter called them `mummy's sweets'. She used to make them, he said. He had tons of them in the cellar. Moreover, he had the secret recipe in his head; it was the only thing he had inherited from his mum. Peter was nice and ever so sweet to me. We indulged in kisses, we stroked our bodies with intimate joy and passion. He was ever so hard in the shameful place, and that in turn me made me hard too. Our boyhoods were always on the lookout for some friction, rubbing against one another. It was plain marvellous to see how much and how far he could squirt his boy juice-as he called it-over my head. But he never gave me that awesome rubbing feeling I remembered from carnival anymore. I often reminded him of that, but he said he had no idea what I was talking about. One night, I pointed it out to him. I showed him in detail where I had been touched and where I used to feel something when I suckled his sweets. One night he suggested we'd take both a smartie at the same time so he could come to grips with what I felt, he said. We were stark naked, lying on a Turkish rug on the floor. He held me like a dad does, rocking me like a baby and humming a song into my ear. Slowly, that humming became familiar, but I could not quite put my finger on it, where I heard it before. Oh, and then that rub started. Softly, increasingly vigorous and persistent. It stopped abruptly and then it came back. Snakes hissed at me in my face. A king cobra rose from the depths of hell and showed me its hood. That's when I felt a stab, yes, like the one before, and again. It was beyond me, the pole, the stick or knife, whatever it was went deeper and deeper into my guts. I felt impaled, I turned into the cobra myself and grew a leathery hood from my ears. Skewers with pigs being roasted appeared before me, a red wolf showed his fangs and blood came oozing from his nose. More blood, rivers of blood with piranhas leaping out of a river as wide as the Amazon. I dived and swam in it. The piranha's began to die, shark fins came to the surface, I panicked, jumped from a bridge, and got caught by a bald eagle who dropped me in a ogre's mouth filled with more blood, effervescent...I cried for help but no one was there. Next, I saw Peter, whose face came close to mine. His thin lips moved and whispered; -I love you baby Alic, It is time for you to know the secret. I smiled back. His lips touched mine. I turned into a sponge dripping with sweat; I sensed the eagle carrying me over vast oceans, held in his sharp pointy claws. They dug deep into my buttocks. The bald eagle's face was Peter's when he spoke i was soundless. I read bubbles leaving his bill. Each bubble bearing the name Christian saints in Arabic. Yet, I read them effortlessly. -I love you baby, he said. while one tear navigated from his right eye into the metal blue ocean below us. I looked down and saw the ocean turning crimson read. One foot cradled my head and the other one clasped my ball sack. Each nail bore my name. I tried to smile back but instead I cried, like an eagle's chick, back at him;-I love you Peter, we are Lost Boys, aren't we? -Yes we are, the eagle, snorted. My hands, too, turned into claws and reached for his boyhood. His claw clawed at mine. I heard a long penetrating through marrow and bone screeching, which turned into a long sobbing and wailing. Another tear fell down from my left eye into the ocean and an atomic mushroom emerged from the swirling deep blue. Then another stab in my guts followed by an enormous pain around my groin. The ocean waves whipped up and changed into gigantic frothy hands as if Neptune had put on white medical gloves. -Shhhhhh, the eagle shushed. -Red is the colour of fortune. We are fortunate, we are brethren of the Lost Boys brotherhood. His words lingered on and he repeated them again and again. I saw the waves were getting smaller and smaller until finally the ocean was calm and peaceful and as flat a s a mill pond. When I awoke up I was lying stretched out next to Peter. Gone was the eagle. I felt happy and serene. Peter, too, was elated. When he opened up his eyes, he gave me a long kiss on my lips and whispered; -We have done it, baby. We have done it. -What have we done, Peter? -We have lived through my mum's secret. We are now forever the Lost Boys and soon Pan will come and visit us. I promise you. -How? -Don't you feel anything at all? -No, or...err... -Look under the sheet and look at yourself there. I looked and I saw I was wearing a nappy. -Hey, I am dressed like a baby. Who did that to me? -Well, you are a baby now, forever. Tsss, tsss, don't open it. It is meant to be a surprise, which has to wait another week. And if it is any consolation to you, I am wearing one too, just as well. For now, we are brothers in arms. I smiled and felt it was OK. -You have been on smarties a few times, and I have taken care of you every time you were, and I will continue to do so. In a few days I will tell you why you are wearing nappies. However, you are my baby as long as you are wearing them, and I will nurse you as a suckling for at least another week. In the mean time, why don't you take some smarties. Without any protests on my part I took three and ate them. I presume he enjoyed me much more on smarties. The last ride on them it was a bit tough, albeit, it was always amazing to ride a smartie's wave. I lost track of time. Did I spend days or weeks there? Who could tell? We basically lived on those sweets day in day out. One day though, I woke up without my nappy on. I was so glad about it, I nearly jumped out of bed. Sure enough, I realised he was not wearing one either when he lifted the cover. -Hey, but you have no plums in your sack, I squealed. -Neither have you, Alic. I looked at my boyhood and I only noticed my young stalk, which lay as limp as wet rag on an empty bag. -Where have my balls gone? -Pan came to collect them from after I cut them off for him. See, he keeps a collection of the balls of his boys in a secret place. -Safe from whom? I asked. Still in shock of having lost my boy nuts over which I was about to cry. I don't know why I lost them. So I cried anyway. -Cry, please, true boys cry, Peter urged. I held my penis in my hand, and made a fist. My sac lay wrinkled below my fist, empty. -Safe from whom? I asked once more. -Safe from Captain Hook. -What does he want with boy balls? -His have turned sour and ugly. Also he believes it will give him back his youth, vigour,mischief and most importantly his hand. -How did he lose his hand? Who cut it off? -I do not know. maybe Pan did. Pan hated Hook when he dreamed of him. Hook's hand would never stop playing with his own manhood when he thought of Pan. I looked at Peter's empty sack, which was bigger than mine. -Don't worry, Alic. It has been done in a proper way. The sacks will wither in time until we will only see our little pricks. But it means that I have become a boy thanks to you having lost yours. Pan fought very hard over yours with Hook. Yes, he cut yours out. But now we are two Lost Boys and good friends. However, we cannot make children and our voices will always be those of choir boys. We never grow old and get to live in Neverland fighting Hook with a bunch of other Lost Boys led by Pan. -Having said that, I believe you to be the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. You are the cutest mate I've ever had. Did you know that boys do lots of naughty things to each other before they grow up? -Really, like what? -Like making out. -Go away. -Honestly...Alic. Peter had his hands on my thighs and were moving to my groin. -I have never done this, Peter. Should I really do this with you? -Shush, now, let's boy love speak its language. His mouth approached mine and send shivers through my body when they touched. We glued like jellyfish with sticky tentacles. We kissed and hugged and he had the upper hand in our intertwining of limbs. His member was so hard it nearly poked a hole in sides. I must admit that the longer he did this the harder mine got and soon enough I did things I would never have dreamed of doing let alone that I ever thought I had them in me. -Easy, Alic. just give yourself to me. Stop thinking, let your body and boy stalk do the thinking. He was right there. So I let go of my fears. I think I started drifting away again to far and incomprehensible worlds. It did not take long before I felt the rubbing and stabbing between my thighs. Then came stab inside me, long and soft this time. I was in company of snakes, white pythons, anacondas coiling around me. They invited other thinner beings to come and take hold of me. One after another found the way from the backside into me. I counted snakes until I fell asleep. The creatures never left me. There must have been a hundred coming in and every time one entered I felt a deep widening of my backside, as if they were stretching it. The more snakes writhing took place, the more different colours I got caught in. Then I saw angel-like creatures, no they were no cherubs, but they danced around my head raking their fingers through my hair and called me things I never heard of. -Puto, castrato, bambino, prima donna, Ganymede, etc. As they sang they sprayed my face with golden rays of cherub golden nectar, which tasted like honey. I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out and caught the rain of heavenly potions on it. It ran straight down my gullet like on a toboggan. I kept my mouth wide enough so I could catch four jets at a time. That's when the daylight around me seemed to leave me. I noticed a candle floating and shining in front of my eyes. It was brilliant! -Alic, hellooo, are you awake? -What happened? I stammered.
-Oh, as soon as you took the smarties you went a bit crazy and shortly after that you closed your eyes and fell fast asleep. I waited until you woke up. I touched my ball sac and found it emptied and wet. -Yes, Alic, that is real, it is really empty and that is not a dream. We lost them both, which means that Pan exists. He is our saviour and messiah. We must believe in him. Do you believe in fairies? -Yes, I do, I said unwavering. -And in Peter Pan? -Yes, I do. All in all, I was not sure at all what I was going through. Peter looked more and more like Pan, though. His face was peaceful and content. I felt safe with Peter and I wanted to believe in Pan. He sounded like some kind of god to me. I wondered if Pan also `played' with himself and with others. He never married and he is always with boys, but there was this annoying Tinkerbell who seemed equally important to Pan. I decided that next time, when I was going to be on Smarties I would call him and ask him to show me his boy jewels so I could make out maybe. ------------------------------------------------------------------- PLEASE, DONATE TO NIFTY.ORG