Date: Sat, 07 Jan 2012 12:49:22 +0000
From: bangarang@hush.com
Subject: Pan: Chapter Two

WARNING: This story is hopefully homoerotic in content, which means that it
will involve male on male sex of various ages.

ALL THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS CONTAINED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE
FICTIONAL.  ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE, PLACES ETC. IS ENTIRELY
COINCIDENTAL.

PETER PAN AND THE NEVER NEVER LAND ARE THE CREATIONS OF THE AUTHOR J.M. BARRIE.

This story contains consensual sexual activity between male minors.  It
didn't really happen, you know, seeing as it's a story and all.  If that is
an issue for you please don't read on.  It's also a fantasy, so don't go
expecting real life resolutions to situations as they arise. Although not
practiced by the characters in this story, the author always recommends
'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in whatever
god forsaken part of the globe you are reading this in.  If not turn back -
now - go on - jog on son...

Copyright 2012

I'd appreciate contact/feedback - if there's any to be had and can be
reached at bangarang@hush.com


Pan


Chapter Two


When I cracked open my eyes, it was only because of the voice - his lips
touching my ear.

"Nearly there."

Around us - the black of night had given way to blue and silver, purple and
gold - swirling in all directions - what seemed like a tunnel of ever
refocusing colour.  Ahead of us - a pin prick of the brightest light.
Behind us - the tunnel went on seemingly without end.  I've no idea how
long I'd been out for.  I could barely remember Peter - the boy whose hand
held mine.

Letting me go, for only a moment, Peter moved under me.  As he pressed his
back close into my bare chest, my heart swelled in size.  He pushed his
backside into my crotch and looking up at me, took my arm and wrapped it
around his torso.

"Don't.  Let.  Go!"

I held him tight - feeling his exposed skin against mine - the thrill of
the ride and the touch of the boy - the blood hard pumping through my
veins.  In the space of a heartbeat, Peter had propelled us forward at
great speed.  Faster and faster - the air popped and crackled with
electricity around us - we advanced headfirst at such a speed I could feel
my cheeks rippling - I could see Peter smile.  The light at the end of the
tunnel grew closer and closer as the churning colours changed around us so
that the entire rainbow was represented - then they began to break apart -
to fall behind us - light itself unable to keep up with the boy who carried
me on his back through time and space.  It seemed we were getting closer -
inches away from white so bright it may as well have been the sun.  A loud
crack ripped open the firmament - and we were through.

Pink and white marshmallow clouds and clear sky - a large yellow sun
appeared above us - as if just for Peter.  Below us a frozen ocean
splintered and cracked, melting away into the seas.  Peter dove, still
carrying me on his back waved his hand through the water's surface and
splashed the warm liquid on my face laughing - a perfect proud and honest
laugh.

As suddenly as he dove - Peter then climbed.  Above the water, above the
clouds, he threw me from his back and crowed - his arms outstretched in
triumph.  Grabbing me before I fell - he took both of my hands and pulled
me into him - he spun us as if we were dancing.  He held me so close; I
could feel his sweet breath on my face.  I wanted more than anything to
press my lips to his - to feel his light - his joy - his everything.  I
held off, fearing that he'd drop me miles into the ocean.

"Come on, I've a world to show you." He said with a minor lisp - as though
his tongue was just slightly too big for his young mouth.

And diving back below the clouds we flew, Peter holding my hand, beyond the
sea.

The waters undulated beneath us we approached a large island that seemed to
shift and groan the closer we got.  Before us stretched a beach of perfect
white sand - palm trees dotted around the shore - the powder gave way to a
dense forest that seemed to make up much of the southern side of the
island.

"This is the Neverwood." explained Peter.  "The best games can be found
here; hunting beasts and catching birds."  We flew just above the
ever-green canvas, my toes brushing the tips of Popala and Camphor
trees. Sound brought the forest beneath us to life - the trickling of water
as crystal clear streams ran shallow - the strange calls of birds that I
couldn't see echoed through the tree tops.

"Here.  We'll rest."

Peter lowered us into a small clearing next to a stream.  We kneeled on a
carpet of green and grey moss and fallen brown leaves - he cupped his hands
and dipped them into the water before holding them out to me.

"Here, drink."

I lowered my lips and tasted the sweet fresh water that flowed through this
island from his hands.  When that which hadn't slipped down my throat or
through his fingers was gone, Peter stood - kicked off his sash and shorts
and naked, ran into the stream, splashing the water about him.  Without
need for encouragement - I pulled down the only clothes I had with me, my
grey track shorts, and ran in behind him.

The stream wasn't deep, it reached about halfway up my torso when I stood
and rested just below Peters pert brown nipples.  The boy charged at me,
forcing my head beneath the water - laughing and flopping about.  We
wrestled, pressing together our naked young bodies, dappled with water and
sunlight.

"Tell me this isn't everything.  Tell me this isn't better than before."
Cried Peter, his hands on my shoulders - his smile weakening my knees where
I stood.

"I could stay here forever." I said with all honesty.

In that moment - those quiet seconds that passed between us, where our eyes
rested on each other's faces and hands held some part of the others flesh,
I leant forward and pressed my lips to his.  My hands reached into his
golden curls holding his face to mine - his glided from my shoulders, down
my back and rested on my waist as he returned my kiss.  I parted his full
lips with my tongue and massaged his with mine.  He held me closer, pulling
me into him, grinding our erections together - our bodies wrapped in one
another.  Never have I felt so alive, never so in perfect sync with the
world around me.

Peter pulled back, still holding me.  "What was that?"

"It... It was a kiss."  I wondered if I'd upset him.  Pushed too soon for
something he wasn't ready for.

"A Kiss?"  Peter thought for a moment, his eyes looking as though they were
cast back into recall.  "I had one of those once.  But not like that.  A
girl gave one to me."

My heart sank and I let go of his body while he still held onto mine.  Had
this been something?  Had it been anything?  Like in my life back home had
I put too much weight - too much thought into something that had sprung
entirely my imagination?

"What girl?"  I asked.

"I don't remember." Peter closed his eyes and shook his head, animatedly
casting aside all thought.  Then he looked at me - looked like I, the boy
in his arms, was a total stranger - he withdrew his touch from me and stood
back into the water.  "Who are you?"

"Huh?" was all I could manage.

Peter stayed looking at me suspiciously, cocking his head from one side to
the other.

"I'm Liam.  You just brought me here... from Edinburgh."

In an instant, recognition crossed his face and he wrapped his arms around
me once more.

"Liam.  Yes!"  Peter kissed me, mimicking my actions from before, pressing
his tongue into my mouth, and gently manipulating my tongue with his.  His
hands held my hips while mine traced the soft muscles of his back, dropping
slowly down and cupping the firm round cheeks of his arse.  The smooth
mounds of flesh felt incredible as I kneaded them in my hands - Peter cooed
as we kissed and drove his groin deeper into mine.  Our hard-ons gyrating
against each other sent shivers through me - the warmth of his body and the
water that surrounded us eased away all of my previous insecurities.

Breaking our kiss Peter, smiling at me, clasped his hands on my shoulders
and forced us both down into the water.  Again, we tussled in the water,
our laughter reverberating around the clearing in the forest.

Peter padded out of the water and lay down on the forest floor - his four
and a half inch erection standing proud against his glistening abdominal
muscles.  His hand played dreamily with his stiff little prick as he
watched me step from the stream and lay next to him.

"Isn't this the best!" said Peter, more to himself than to me.

Peter looked at my enlarged cock - the red head exposed.  As he leant down
for closer inspection, his warm breath tickling my young member I took in a
deep gulp of air.

"Yours seems bigger than mine."

"Well... I'm bigger than you."

"By a bit but not much."

I was probably a good five or six inches taller than Peter but I wasn't
going to argue with him - particularly as his young hand reached forward
and gripped my prick.  I shivered under his touch.  The boy slowly stroked
his hand up and down my shaft, examining it, pulling the skin back and
forth, I'd never been so hard - I rolled my face into his still wet hair.

"That feels amazing." I said to him, trying to catch my breath.

"I can't believe how warm you feel in my hand." said Peter as he continued
to gently play with my penis.

Then he let go.

"Quick."  Peter stood up and began to dress himself in his outfit of leaves
and cobwebs.  I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that this wasn't going
to happen right now.  "I need to show you my secret place."

I raised an eyebrow and smiled, but it was lost on him.

After pulling on my grey shorts, Peter took my hand and lifted us both into
the air.

Through the clearing - we were once again above the tree tops.  Left and
right we swooped, the air rushing past us - the sun smiling down on our
bare backs.

Before us - a single colossal mountain of red and rust stone broke the
horizon, a dusting of worn shrubbery sprinkled in the odd crack and crevice
- its peak obscured by candy floss clouds.

"That's the Neverpeak Mountain." called Peter.  "It's hard to reach the top
but to stand on its peak is to see the whole of the Never Never Land - to
see beyond sight."  He flashed a smile at me.  We veered left, dodging the
massif, and swept around it - my line of sight now filled with acres of
wheat fields and a large lake with three small islands dotted with trees at
its centre.  In the far distance a mountain range, tipped with snow,
dominated the skyline.

To the west was a cove with a solid naturally formed granite archway and
rocks jutting from the calm sea water around it.  Nestled in the cove was a
large wooden ship, above which flew the black and white banner of the Skull
and Cross Bones.

"Is that?  Is that a Pirate ship?" I asked Peter.

Peter looked over to the cove and frowned. "It's the Jolly Roger."  He made
no further mention of it and we flew east - away from the cove.

"Look, we're nearly there."  Peter pointed to a large single oak tree that
that stood separate on a cliff top - away from the small wooded area around
it.  Its branches stretched metres in all directions - a heavy covering of
new green leaves providing shelter for those in need of respite from the
beating sun.

As Peter lowered us, into the safe embrace of the tree, upon one of the
thick branches, I saw a mass of rope swings and ladders.  A proper tree
house by all accounts.

"Liam.  Come here."  Peter beckoned me to the gnarled trunk and swept aside
a mesh of twigs and leaves that had been obscuring a small hole.

"You first."

Before I could ask where the hole in the tree led, Peter's hand was on the
small of my back and pushing me into it.  My feet found air and I was
screaming as I went down - hollering like I did when on a rollercoaster as
I realised my backside was on a smooth wooden slide.  Down and down I went
with seemingly no end until my rump landed flat on the floor.

Without standing, I looked around me and saw that the roots of the tree had
curved into fine wicker work walls.  A long wooden table stretched out in
the centre of the room at one end a throne carved from the tree itself and
along the side were two benches.  Four makeshift doors in the wall
suggested rooms beyond this one.

Behind me, I heard Peter crow and holler I spun to the passage way I myself
had just slid down but didn't move in time.  Peter fell on top of me, face
to face - his great goofy grin lighting the room around us.

"Hello!" said Peter.

The boy leant forward and kissed me.  His tongue broke through my lips and
explored my mouth.  I felt his hand dive between us and feel my stiffening
cock through my cotton shorts.  I groaned into his mouth as my hands ran
down his back.  I cupped his arse, for the second time that day, through
his leafy green shorts.  While I kneaded each firm buttock Peter began
kissing me more passionately - biting my bottom lip.

I pulled away from his lips and pressed mine into his neck.  My mouth
brushed his soft skin making the boy on top of me purr and shiver.

Rolling him onto his back, I continued worshiping his neck with my lips and
began to grind my groin into his.  Peter's hands slid down my back, tracing
my forming muscles with his delicate fingers, and into the back of my
shorts - where he held my cheeks as I had held his.  His hands massaged my
arse while the odd finger traced the line of crack.  My mouth closed over
his and we kissed passionately and with intent.

Peter, taking the initiative, rolled me back and raising up - sat on my
thighs.  My grey shorts were tenting - a visible darker spot of precum had
stained a patch on them.  Peter smiled - gripped my cock through my shorts
and began to masturbate me.  My breaths were deep and short as I focused my
eyes on his beautiful, smooth chest.  I lifted a hand to his left pec -
with my finger I ran rings around his dark pert starfish nipple.  I pulled
away the sash of leaves that crossed his chest to get better access.  His
torso was as close to perfect as I had ever seen - locked in that moment of
puberty where strong muscles were developing at his pectorals - where each
time he inhaled his abs became more defined - his hairless and unblemished
skin forever with a deep golden tan - his innie navel, a striking button
that I wanted to lick.

The boy's hands gripped the sides of my shorts and pulled them down to my
knees - my prick getting caught in the waistband and smacking back against
my stomach - I kicked them off the rest of the way myself

He stood, removing his leafy shorts - his rock hard little prick bouncing
as he moved, before laying down next to me.  His young fingers caressed my
chest - trailing down my torso - following the line of my abdomen before
nestling in the fine weave of dark hairs at the base of my prick.  His
index finger circled my newly grown pubes.  "I'll never have these," he
said to himself before he wrapped his fist around my cock and stroked my
warm hard flesh - biting his tongue with concentration.

My hand began playing with his small balls - snug in their hairless sack
and drawn tight between his soft thighs.  I held them both in the palm of
my hand while my index finger gently stroked his perineum - that glorious
small stretch of flesh, soft and smooth.  Peter purred into my neck.  I
changed focus - from his velvet purse to his four and a bit inches of boy
flesh.  Between index finger, forefinger and thumb - I drew the loose skin
up and down his hard young rod.

Our lips met again - our tongues mashed together as, lying side by side, we
jerked each other's cocks.  Our groans grew louder and our feet entwined.
I ran a hand down his straining bicep, felt his young muscle flex as he
worked my young prick.

"I want to cum at the same time as you." I said to Peter, momentarily
breaking away from our kiss.

It was building - could feel my cock throbbing in his young hand.  Pulling
back the boy's foreskin, I ran a thumb over the head of his sopping
juvenile prick - Peter shuddered and groaned into my mouth - our hips began
bucking - I could feel his little prick pulsating in my hand.  He was
getting close - I could barely hold out much longer.

"Fuck Peter.  I'm gonna cum."

"Ungh... Me too."

The tension became too much - like a staged fireworks display we exploded
in unison.  Our first warm shots sprayed the others cock - the second our
stomach's - again and again we shot load after creamy load onto one
another's adolescent bodies - painting each other with our semen.

We broke our kiss and rolled onto our backs - huffing and puffing and
struggling to catch breath.  Peter laughed a little and turned his head to
look at me.  I looked down at our coated bodies and still stiff pricks -
lit by the rays of sun that streamed through the small holes in the tree.

I took his hand in mine and thought that in that moment I could say to him
- to this eternal boy: 'I love you' and mean it.

"This really is the best game." said Peter between breaths.

The boy put his head on my chest, his fingers swirling patterns in the
still warm - gold flecked spunk on my trunk.  We stayed that way, my
fingers twirling his golden curls until we both drifted to sleep.


To be continued...