Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2011 13:45:34 -0700 From: this.boy.slife@hotmail.com Subject: Peter And The Pirates Part Two 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 Part two; Peter and the Pirates The two naked boys continued to holler, and jump around on the rock outcropping for another minute, still smeared from head to foot in their mud `war paint.' They stopped, and then began laughing at themselves. "This is so cool!" Dylon remarked. "Ya...!" Peter hollered out one last time as he looked over at his friend and grinned. They stood there in the hot afternoon sun for several minutes, the warm air drying out the mud that now clung to their bodies like a second skin. "It's nearly dinner time; I suppose we should get cleaned up and head back to the cabins." The boys turned and together they leaped off the rock ledge into the shallow pool below. They swam around for several minutes, and then began washing the last of the mud from themselves. "Hey, can you get my back?" Dylon asked. "Sure... Turn around." The other boy did so, and Peter splashed water onto him, and began washing down the mud with his hands. His palms slid eagerly across the other boy's naked skin, washing all the way down his back, then down to Dylon's butt. He lingered there, and slid his fingers into the warm smooth skin of Dylon's crack, washing away the layer of mud there. The other boy turned his head and looked back at him. "Are you having fun?" Dylon asked with a playful grin. "Huh... Oh, what?" Peter snapped out of it, not really realizing how much he was enjoying the feel of the other boy's body. "What?!" he smiled back, seeing the expression on the other boy's face. Dylon looked down and indicated Peter's young penis, which was now more than half erect. Peter blushed a little, until he noticed his friend was also boning up; and then they shared another laugh. They quickly finished cleaning each other off, then lay naked in the sun a few minutes to dry. Finally pulling their clothes back on, they hiked back down the creek to the beach; then worked their way back to the trail, and up to the Retreat. When the boys got back to their cabin they were the only two there, and they changed clothes. Peter plopped himself down on his bunk to relax, and Dylon decided to walk over to the main complex to grab a few cans of Pepsi Cola for them. Peter put his hands behind his head, and closed his eyes to rest them for a moment or two, until he heard the cabin door swing open. "Wow, that was quick..." he said, opening his eyes. But it wasn't his friend Dylon standing there; it was one of the twins. "Oh, hi Justin... Or, Jason, or... Which ever one you are." "I'm Justin." The boy laughed as he walked into the room. He sat down timidly on the bunk next to Peter. "So... Can I ask you something?" he questioned. "Sure. What's up dude?" Peter propped himself up on his elbows. "Well... You know yesterday, when Dylon told us you guys were, well, skinny dipping up in the creek?" he paused. "Ya, so?" Peter prompted. "Well, we though you were screwing with us... So, well, we kind of followed you guys today and..." "You were spying on us?" Peter asked, a bit concerned. "No. I mean, well sort of." The youngster confessed. "I mean, we just wanted to see if you really did it." Peter studied the other boys face. "So, what did you see?" he asked. The other boy visibly blushed at the question. He was quiet a moment. "Well... We saw you guys, you know... Naked and rubbing mud all over each other." Justin said very quietly. Peter watched him trying to gauge his reaction. "So, did you see anything else? Peter asked nervously, wondering if Justin might have seen them when they masturbated there. "That was all." The boy said. "We took off when you guys were hollering up on the rocks." "So you're not gonna' squeal on us are you?" Peter asked him hesitantly. "No.... No not at all." Justin shook his head. "Actually, me and Jason thought it was cool. We were kinda' wondering if, well, if we could go with you next time." Peter looked quickly at the other boy, and feeling relieved, he smiled. "So, you want to be one of my lost boys?" Peter asked. Justin nodded excitedly. "Hmm, well... I suppose... But you guys have to be initiated." The other boy nodded again. Just then, the door swung open again. It was Dylon this time, returning with their sodas. "What's up?" he greeted, as he noticed Justin. "Ahh, seems like Justin and his brother want to be part of the Lost Boys." Peter answered. "Really?!" Dylon responded. Justin eagerly nodded his head. "Well, that sounds kinda' neat, don't you think!" "It's cool." Peter offered. "But they have to be initiated, and they have to swear to keep it a secret." "We will, we will..." Justin burst in. Both Peter and Dylon laughed at how eager the other boy was. "I'm gonna' go tell Jason, ok?" The boys agreed, and Justin headed out the door to find his twin brother. They decided they would take the twins down to the beach the next day, after the morning camp stuff. Peter was supposed to go in again to talk with the counselor, Sharon. He was sure she wanted to `push' more, about his feelings toward the death of his parents. He just wanted to be left alone about that. He knew what he was feeling, and he didn't need to share that with every do-gooder who thought he needed to talk about it. It was time for dinner, and the boys headed up to the main building, where the rest of the kids were starting to gather. They sat at their usual table, and the twins, Justin and Jason, quickly scooted in alongside them. The twins were animated, clearly excited about the prospect of joining the other boys, in their skinny dipping experience. There was something naughty about it. Exciting somehow, to break the rules and do something their parents certainly wouldn't approve of. They talked about it a little in hushed tones, not wanting to be overheard by any of the others. With dinner finished, some of the boys went to shoot hoops. Peter played with them for awhile, but wanting a little time to himself, he headed back to the cabin, alone. Pulling off his shirt, he kicked out of his shoes and plopped onto his bunk; sprawling himself out comfortably. He lay there for a moment daydreaming, and then pulled out his book `Peter and the Pirates'. He began to read, and quickly he slipped into the story. In his own mind he could easily become that Peter. He read: ...and Captain Hook had Peter cornered on the mast. "Ah ha," he laughed. "Growing up is such a barbarous business. Full of inconvenience and pain..." "You have nothing old man. I'll never grow up. I don't have to." "Really?" Hook sneered. "Then you'll miss the great adventure of becoming a man. And you will die a mere boy!" Peter Pan smiled slyly at Hook. "To die would be an awfully big adventure..." he replied coyly. He put his fists defiantly on his hips, and began to rise from the mast..... But Peter's eyes had grown heavy, and he never realized he was drifting off. The book slumped in his hands, and rested upon his bare chest. He slipped into a fine dream, in which he became Peter Pan. He was leading his band of lost boys; he and Dylon, and the twins. In his dream they were all naked, running down the beach, and chasing several other boy's who had become the pirates. So vivid, this dream; like a movie filmed in slow motion. Sand flicked from their bare feet as they ran. Peter could smell the beach; hear the sound of the Seagulls calling in the distance, and the boisterous laughter of his lost boys. He could feel the warm air on his nakedness; feel the cool refreshing splashes of water, as they ran up the beach with the surf washing over their feet. At length they gave up the chase, and the boys fell to the sand, engulfed in their laughter. Their sweaty naked bodies, rinsed clean by the lapping surf that rolled gently over them. Peter turned his head to see Dylon laying right along side him in the sand. They looked at each other, still laughing. Finally, Peter leaned in toward him and their lips touched...... "Wake up!" came a loud voice. Peter snapped awake, roused from his dream by the sound of Dylon's voice. "Dude, wake up..." Dylon said again, this time grabbing his foot and giving it a shake. "Hmm, wha....." Peter sat up, the book sliding down his chest. He shook his head to clear it. "Oh man. I must have been dreaming." He offered. "Ya, well it must have been a good one." Dylon grinned, "You're pitching a huge tent!" he laughed. Peter looked down and blushed, then pulled his book down to cover the more than obvious bulge in his shorts. In time the other boys filtered back to the cabin, till all six of them were there. One of the boys pulled out a deck of cards, a game called `Uno', which they all played for awhile. The twins kept casting knowing glances at Dylon and Peter; but Dylon shot them a firm look, since the other two boys weren't in on the secret. One by one, the boys broke off to do their own thing. Liam, another of the twelve year olds, watched videos on his iPod. Jason, one of the twins dug out several dirt bike magazines that he had brought. The others played the card game awhile longer, until Justin quit, deciding he wanted to turn in for the night. Dylon decided he needed a shower, having worked up quite a sweat while playing basketball. As he gathered his stuff, Peter decided he'd go with him. They grabbed their towels, slipped into flip flops, and headed out toward the showers. At the main building the boys went inside, hanging their towels on the hooks they began to undress. There was one other boy there who was just finishing up, and when he left, the two boys grinned at each other, and then stripped out of their shorts. They walked into the shower stalls and began to bathe. As Dylon soaped himself down, Peter glanced over at him. He thought back to his dream, and how in it, he had leaned in to kiss the other boy. What did that mean anyway? And now, even though he felt kind of funny about it, he stood there looking at the naked boy next to him, he felt an undeniable excitement. He watched the water rinse down Dylon's smooth tanned skin, which glistened with wetness. He was entranced by the lean curves, and quiet musculature of the other boy. His eyes were drawn to the thin waist and the round curve of his firm buttocks. Soap lather washed down into Dylon's crack, and the sight of it made Peter's insides tingle. He closed his eyes a moment, and swallowed. Opening them again, he couldn't stop himself from savoring the beautiful boy alongside him. He wasn't sure what was going on with him. He knew he was smack in the middle of puberty, and it seemed like everything was exciting him lately. But this excitement was undeniable. He continued to watch furtively. Dylon's penis bobbed about as he washed himself, and the beautiful `V' groove of his tight lower abdomen almost pointed to it. Peter closed his eyes again to enjoy it. "Hey... Mind washing my back?" Dylon asked suddenly. "Uhh, ya..." Peter quickly opened his eyes. "Sure, no problem." He stepped forward slowly and Dylon handed him his bar of soap. Peter swallowed hard and timidly began washing his friend's back. It totally excited him, just as it had at the creek. The other boy's skin was so smooth and firm as he slid his soapy hands over the boy's shoulders; then ran them down Dylon's sides. Softly he rubbed the small of his back, and then ran his fingers over, and between the round globes of the other boy's ass. He closed his eyes again, totally caught up in this joyous moment. "Whoa..." he heard Dylon say. "Dude you're sprouting serious wood..." Peter opened his eyes and he blushed. His young penis was fully erect and pointing to the ceiling. He turned his back to Dylon, thoroughly embarrassed. "Uh, uh... Sorry..." He stumbled. "No need to be dude. I mean it's not like we haven't seen each other's stiff before, right." Dylon said honestly. "So... Since you're like, halfway there already... You wanna' jerk off together again?" He grinned as Peter looked at him. Peter was still a bit embarrassed and kept his back to the other boy, even though he noticed that Dylon was also boning up at this point. Dylon took hold of his own boy tool, and with a grin, began stroking himself. He stepped toward Peter, so both boys were standing under one showerhead. Their shoulders touched, and Peter became even more excited by the feel of the other boy's body motion as he jerked himself. He looked down at Dylon's cock, slipping up and down in his fingers; the purple plum of his glans unsheathed from its foreskin. Peter took hold of himself and began to masturbate alongside him. Both boys watched each other, and Peter noticed that Dylon seemed to be as turned on by the togetherness as he was. He reached out and turned off the water, as both boys continued to watch each other. Dylon reached for the bar of soap with his other hand, and rubbed it on himself, further lathering his soapy, slick skin. Then to Peter's surprise, the other boy reached out, and began washing, and soaping Peter's wet glistening chest. It felt so good to him; the warm, slick fingers of the other boy, tracing the lines of his chest, rubbing across his nipples. Crazy wonderful, he thought. Then Dylon's hand slipped downward, soaping his stomach, for a moment. The two boys looked at each other, and Dylon reached even lower. Peter stopped jerking off, as Dylon's hand bumped his. The other boy took Peter's erection into his soapy hand. He squeezed it, then, totally lubricated with soap, began stroking it. Peter closed his eyes and let his head drift backward. This was like no other feeling he had ever had. The sensation was incredible; the feel of the other boy's warm hand wrapped around his member. He felt as though he would burst right there. Instinctively he reached out as well, and took the other boy's dick into his own hand. He fondled the warm shaft, slid his thumb probingly over the bulbous tip, and then began rubbing it. Two naked boys standing face to face, each holding onto the other's rigid shaft; both of them charged with adrenalin, as incredible feelings began to rage through their bodies. Dylon moaned, and jerked. Peter squeezed his eyes shut as his thighs tensed with the buildup of impending orgasm. The boys moaned into each other, gasping. The slapping of Dylon's testicles against his thighs receded as they drew up tight in his smooth hairless scrotum. A deep full throated moan escaped him. "Uhhhhh.... Uhhh, fuck........ Aaaahhh, Ahh..... I can't, I....." The purple head of his penis seemed to stretch like a balloon, then burst into ejaculation. An intense spurt of hot boy seed blasted wetly from him, and splattered warmly on Peter's thigh; followed immediately by multiple other creamy squirts. Peter could feel the hot splashes of sperm splatter against his skin, as Dylon's cock pulsed in his hand. It drove him over the edge, and his own pubescent prick surged in orgasmic seizure; pumping his cream in forceful spurts onto Dylon's bare pubic area. Both boys quivered, and breathlessly leaned against each other. They felt weak, and slumped to the shower floor, still clinging to each others boy part. They rested their foreheads together struggling to recover both breath, and consciousness. "Holy friggin shit... That was amazing!" Peter whispered hoarsely. "No doubt." Dylon breathed. "That was intense..." Neither boy had ever experienced such a complete drain. They were exhausted with pleasure. They knelt on the shower floor for several minutes, and then helped each other to their feet. Peter turned the water back on and both boys slowly rinsed off the soap and the boy soup that still clung in a sticky mess to them. They exchanged grins and finally walked from the stall to the benches, where they grabbed up their towels and began to dry themselves. Outside the shower building, Justin hopped off the garbage can he had been standing on. The youngster had been watching through the small, high window of the building. He hadn't intended to spy on them; he just wanted to hang out with the other boys. He had peeked first just to see if it was ok for him to go in, but then he was caught up in what he had seen. Quickly he ran back toward their cabin. Peter and Dylon finished drying, and slipped on their shorts. They also headed back to the cabin. Inside, most of the boys were already sleeping, and Justin was just getting into his bed. Peter was exhausted as he slipped into his bunk. Both he and Dylon were so drained that they fell asleep almost instantly. Had they managed to stay awake for a few more minutes, they might have heard the sounds emanating from one of the other bunks. Justin lay under his covers on the other side of the cabin, with his underwear pushed down over his hips. He was feverishly pumping on his own young stiffy; happily excited by what he had seen earlier. When he finished, Justin pulled up his undies, and went to sleep. Tomorrow would be a big day. He and his brother would become two of the Lost Boys.... End of Part Two...... 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