Date: Fri, 27 Jul 2012 04:13:55 -0700 (PDT) From: Mad Max Subject: peter and jeremys adventures. chapter 4 PETER AND JEREMY'S ADVENTURES. By Boys in the hood. ****WARNING**** You must be 18 and over to be here. Yes if you are underage and caught being here then you have been warned. All the characters, places, events and all activities are not real. The story is fake. Copyright:2012: boys in the hood. Do not copy, change or repost without first contacting the owner. Please donate to Nifty to keep it going. Thanks. Visit my new updated blog at: boysinthehoodstoriesatnifty.blogspot.com/ Chapter 4 Homewood bound Peter and Jeremy had just said goodbye to Kenta who sailed on their raft after fleeing from a slave trader and returning to his cousins home town. The boys farewelled the boy and started to head back home as new Orleans was now out of reach. The boys had been on the raft for a while now and their folks might be getting a little worried about them being missing for so long. "Hey Peter, it looks like you will be cooking for a while as Kenta was a great cook so you better have watched how he made the bread as that was so yummy." Jeremy gasped. "I did watch him but how come you didn't learn how to make bread." Peter said meanly. "Don't know why I did but you are a better cook than me." Jeremy giggled as he steered the raft back towards the main river. The traffic was light as it was early morning and the river boats started moving around 9am. "Gee wizz peter I bet our folks would be annoyed if we don't turn up home soon as we always come home after a few days away." Jeremy remarked. "Huh you bet they would, my momma would whip my arse if I didn't show my face after a few days away." Peter concluded. "You get a lot of beating peter." Jeremy asked. "Nuh, just when I get out of control, my poppa sometimes grabs a stick and pounds on my bum." Peter grunted. `Yeah getting whipping sure makes you not do anything bad again." Jeremy hooted. A fishing line was being dragged by the raft and soon the bell was ringing saying that a fish was on the hook and needed to be taken off the line. A few local slaves were pounding rocks by the river as a new river boat stop was being constructed and cheap labour was used for the dirty work. "You know I'm glad I'm not a slave Jeremy, you are used and abused by all those bad slave masters." Peter quoted. `Your right Jeremy, Kenta sure had a bad time being a slave but he will get by living with his uncle again." Jeremy said. The hours went by as river boats and a few trappers went past the boys waving and yelling at each other. The boys stopped by the river bank and started to cook lunch. Peter was stroking his uncut wiener as it was getting itchy. "Hey stop playing with your dickie Peter, you might scare the fish away with that pole of yours." Jeremy giggled. "Boy it is itchy or what." Peter moaned as he grabbed his swollen tool and gave it another tug. "Uh you been cleaning your dickie skin as I heard that this smelly stuff gets under the skin and makes your dickie sting and itch." Jeremy the cut boy questioned. "What do you know about? dickie skins beside swallowing that black boys dickie." Peter gasped as he pulled out his 4 inch stiff itchy cock. "Wow its red my friend, we better gets some of that ointment on it or it might fall off." Jeremy moaned. Peter went to the wooden box and found some ointment and soap quickly jumping off the raft and dipped his wiener into the water and gently washed the redden end of his foreskin. "Looks like I forgot to wash under my skin again. My pop always told me to keep it clean down there or I might lose it." Peter yelped as he covered his knob with the ointment. "Looks like I won't be playing with that thing of yours for a while." Jeremy giggled as he finished cooking the fish they caught earlier on. "I think so my friend." Peter remarked as he pulled up his shorts and washed his hands ready for lunch. The boys enjoyed their lunch and washed up ready to leave the shore and continue their travels on the Mississippi river. Trappers were floating by with their furs drying on top of their rafts and you could smell them as they went past. "Shit that raft sure pongs, it smells worse that your dickie." Jeremy gulped. "My dickie is not that bad Jeremy, just be glad that yours was removed my friend." Peter laughed. The boys had travelled about 5 miles and soon it was getting dark. The next trading post was 3 miles away but the boys decided to wait till daybreak as the trading post can get real busy with drunks and pick pockets so the boys would wait till most of the traders and trappers moved on in the morning. A huge river boat floated by and boy was it huge. It must be new as the boys had not seen this boat before. "Can you make a fire ring Peter and make some of your yummy bread as I love your cooking." Jeremy asked. "Ok but you will have to find some wood as I get the stones for the fire." Peter replied. So after getting the fire going peter started to make the dough for the bread as Jeremy cut up salted beef ready for frying. A rustling could be heard in the bushes and in no time a teen boy appeared with a huge grin on his face. "Howdy there, you camping here the night?" The red headed boy asked. "Yup we sure are." Peter grunted. "Could I maybe join you good folks?" The boy quizzed. "As long as you help out some you can." Jeremy quoted. ` It would be an honor to serve you." Jack replied. `You better go and find some vegetables as we might not have enough food for everyone." Peter asked. So Jack went to the field that he came from and found some potatoes growing nearby. "What's your name." Jeremy asked as Jack returned with an armful of potatoes. "Jack, Jack Sawyer." Jack answered. "He's Jeremy and I'm Peter." Peter announced. "Hey guys, where you heading." Jack wanted to know." "Home, near Western Junction." Jeremy said. "Wow, I'm heading that way as my aunty lives in that town." Jack grinned. "You're welcome to join us Jack as long as you don't mind doing some chores and helping out some." Peter smiled as he grabbed the potatoes from Jack and placed them on the hot coals. "Not a problem guys, I missed my ride as I was holed up near a farm I was working on and my pal had to move on and it's a long way to walk home." Jack remarked. All the boys helped out with the cooking and soon dinner was ready to eat. "Now this is one heck of a meal." Jack mumbled as he bit into the freshly made bread roll. `You said it Jack, we had a friend show us how to make bread and he sure helped us out some." Jeremy grinned as he bit into the baked potato. The boys cleaned up their mess and made some billy tea. "So what do you two do for fun on this here raft?" Jack grinned. "Oh play cards, tell stories and swim naked when we can." Peter smiled. "Now that sounds like fun." Jack beamed. So the boys checked out the river and found no one about so they decided to go swimming for a while. "Wow your dickie is different to mine." Jack said as he pulled down his brown shorts revealing his uncut wiener. "He's had his cut off, you know his dickie skin." Peter giggled. "He sure did, boy I have never seen a dickie like that before.' Jack beamed as he waited for the boys to get undressed. "Now this is what I call good boy fun." Jeremy said as he walked into the river. The river was deep but the boys were told never dive or jump into a river unless you know the area. Splashing water the boys soon found hands grabbing cocks and giving them a squeeze. Jack was into boy fun and wondered if these two boys ever fooled around with their dickies. He was shown how to jerk off by his older cousin on the farm. He knew that boys always jerked off as he found it very relaxing after a long day working on the farm. "Do the fish bite your dickie when you go swimming?" Jack enquired. "Nuh, never had one do that to me before, just Peter he likes to be a fish and try and bite my dickie off." Jeremy hooted. Jack knew then that these boys fool around with their dickies and he would try and see if he could enjoy their poles and make the milk come out of their cocks. `It sounds like you never swam in the river before Jack." Peter asked. "Oh we had a water hole on the farm and the river was 5 miles away so never had the chance to swim in one." Jack answered. It was good to relax in the cool river but the sun was now falling and the boys decided to return to the raft and relax on their camp beds. "Are you glad to go to your aunts house?" Jeremy enquired. `Well I like them but my folks are away up north so I had to stay with my cousin for a while and then head to my aunty house as my folks will be coming there in a few months." Jack replied. Now resting on the old mattress the boys soon eyed Jack off as his cock head was poking out of his foreskin. He had a short foreskin that exposed his piss slits. "Um do you uh like to fool around with boys." Jeremy enquired. Jack's face soon lit up seeing both boys with erections pointing upwards. "Do I ever, boy I was hoping you were into boy sex." Young Jack grinned. "I see you have a short dickie skin Jack, has it been like that for a long time." peter grinned as he stroked his own foreskin. `I'm afraid so Peter, I was hoping it would grow longer and cover my dickie like yours but it never did." Jack groaned as he stroked his mushroom head. "Jack, Peter has a problem with his dickie so he can't do much but I know he would like to play with yours." Jeremy quoted. Jack grinned as he opened his legs and offered his goods to Peter to enjoy. `Do you like kissing Jack?" Jeremy asked as he approached the red headed boy. Jack nodded his head as Jeremy approached jack's lips and slowly tongued the boy. Peter was enjoying playing with another boy's foreskin as he slipped the hood up and down uncovering the purple glans. "Man you are making me tingle." Jack moaned as he continued to kiss Jeremy as he felt his dickie skin move into a wet cavern. Never having a head job before Jack was getting into the rhythm by slowly fucking the wet mouth that was attached to his cock. Jeremy now moved his butt and sat on Jack's chest as he moved his circumcised cock towards Jack's lips. "Suck me Jack; just let it in like your dickie is right now." Jeremy panted. Jack was thinking if this was right to do but he now had his cock deep inside Peter's mouth and he seemed to be enjoying it. Soon Jeremy was entering the boy's mouth and felt a hot tongue lick his cut cock. The feeling was awesome. The lips of the boy was tight around his shaft. Jack was nearing his orgasm and knew he was about to cum and tried to tell Peter that he was close but having a cock deep into his mouth he was unable to tell Peter in time as he shot his watery load into Peter's throat. Not to be out done Jeremy was about to unload when he quickly told Jack that he was about to squirt his milk. Jack was worried about the taste but felt if Peter could take his load then he should be able to take Jeremy's cum. All the boys were moaning and groaning as cum flew out of each boys piss slits. "Now that was fun." Jack beaned as he finished drinking the cum that was just squirted down his throat. "Was that your first time drinking boys milk." Peter asked. "Yes and it was the first time anyone has drunk mine." Jack beamed as he looked at his wet cock. "So what is wrong with your dickie." Jack said to Peter who was now milking the remaining cum out of his red foreskin. "Um I forgot to wash my dickie skin and now its red and sore." Peter muttered. "I have something that my uncle gave me and he swears that it will fix any problem on your body." Jack quoted as he grabbed his pack and brought out a jar of white cream that the local black healer used on the kids at the farm when they got cuts or scrapes. "It sure stinks." Peter moaned. "It does but in a while you will feel a lot better." Jack replied as he asked if he could put the cream on Peter's red cock. It tingled for a few minutes and then the itching stopped and Peter soon felt a little better feeling the cream do its job. "Does it feel better? now." Jack enquired. Peter nodded his head as he rubbed his foreskin feeling the cream cool down his itchy cock. Jeremy laughed as Peter had a happy smile on his face as he fell back onto the mattress and soon was snoring his head off. End of chapter 4 Thanks for reading and send me an email as that is all the payment we get. Max.