Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2011 20:50:03 -0700 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Peter And The Pirates Readers Warning; This story contains elements of sexual play between minor boys. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to you taste, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen, then you should not read further. This story is written and posted by; This Boy's Life Peter and the Pirates Peter's life had taken some very rough turns as of late. It was, after all, only a little over six months since he had lost his parents, on that fateful day back in January. No one ever expects to be caught up in a life altering experience; sometimes, it just happens. That unexpected twist of fate, the unfortunate victims of poor timing and someone else's poor decisions. Peter's parents had lost their lives in a terrible accident. They had been out with friends at a New Years party, and on the way home a drunk driver had come across the median and slammed into their car. Doubtful if they ever knew what had happened. It had taken only an instant, and in the blink of an eye, lives had been lost; and others inalterably changed. Peter had gone to live with his Aunt Susan, who had taken guardianship of him after the accident. Peter was a good kid. He had just turned thirteen, and he was adapting about as well as one might expect, after such an experience. Although he had become somewhat withdrawn, preferring to read books, and comics to playing and interacting with friends. Susan was worried about him, and in an effort to help, she had signed him up for a two week retreat. it wasn't really a summer camp, although the format was roughly the same. The retreat was more like an upscale resort; feeling more like a vacation than a structured camp. Several of the counselors there were clinically trained in working with children like Peter, who might need some support dealing with the traumatic issues they may be going through. Peter had packed his duffle bag, including a few comics, and a book he had just started; the classic tale of Peter Pan and the Pirates. He enjoyed fantasy stories, and as the title character of this one shared his name, he had been compelled to read it. The well known story, of an orphan boy not wanting to grow up, struggling to find love and acceptance; well, it felt a bit like his own story. As if he didn't have enough on his plate, Peter was also going through the changes of puberty. He was a cute boy, standing only about five foot three, and his boyish face was accentuated by his dark blond hair, which hung loosely over his ears. Peter had deep blue eyes and a small charming nose. He was still a bit on the small side, but physically he had noticed he was beginning to develop. Having just showered, he stood naked in his bathroom, studying his young body in the mirror. There was certainly no fat on the boy. He was lean, and had smooth tight skin that was still virtually hairless. He laughed at himself as he flexed his muscles in the mirror; and then smiled a crooked little grin as he gazed down at his genital region. His young boy's penis wasn't circumcised, and looked to be about three and a half inches in length; though he had never felt the need to measure it. There was no hair on his pubic mound, other than the few blond strands of silk that lay almost unnoticed there. Peter had also discovered the joys of masturbation in the past few months, finding that his smooth, loosely hanging testicles were now active, and producing small quantities of viscous boy juice. He had learned the unprecedented joy of orgasm; the mind altering explosion of pleasure that carried him into his own fantasy world. At nine a.m. that Monday morning, Peters aunt took him to meet with several other parents and their kids, all gathered in a local middle school parking lot. A van was waiting there to take the children upstate to what had once been a resort for the wealthy. It was a great place on the coast; a sprawling fifty acres of wooded countryside, which featured nearly a mile of beach. Part of it now, had been donated to be used as a retreat. During the summer months, two week sessions were offered to youngsters from around the state. Susan pulled her car into the school and parked near several other vehicles already waiting there with the van. In all, six youngsters were being picked up at this location. There were several others coming from different areas around the state. Several families stood chatting, and beginning to load luggage into the back of the van. Peter stood, talking with his Aunt, saying their farewells; and quietly looking at the other kids while he waited to load up. "Well, I'm sure you'll have a fun time honey. Just enjoy yourself, and meet some new friends." Susan encouraged the boy. "I will." Peter answered without much conviction. He loved his aunt, and he knew she just wanted the best for him. He figured it would all work out fine, and he could read his stories just as well at this retreat, as he could at home; and who knows, he might just meet some new friends. At last the van began to load, and Peter hugged his aunt before getting in. He moved to the back of the van, taking a seat on the left. He leaned against the window with his arms folded, and gazed out into the parking lot. A few moments later, another boy slid onto the back seat alongside him. He glanced at the other kid, who looked to be about twelve. "Hi." the other boy offered. "My name's Dylon." "Hey... I'm Peter." He answered, with a brief smile. Then he settled back and looked back out the window. Within a few minutes, the van pulled away from the school heading upstate. There were five other kids on the van; a few of them talked, some listened to iPods, or played with handheld video games. Peter and Dylon talked for about forty five minutes; they liked each other almost at once, but the other boy hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and he decided to take a nap. Peter pulled his book out of his bag, and settled in to read a little. The van was filled with the usual noise of chattering kids, the low tones of music coming from iPod headphones, and the gentle hum of the van's wheels as it sped along the blacktop. Peter read for awhile, but with the quiet drone of the van, and the soft breathing of the boy napping next to him, his eyes began to droop. With his head resting against the window he dozed off. The story he was reading was fresh in his mind, and he dreamed of far off places, such as Neverland, and of the lost boys. After several hours, the van finally pulled into the camp and rolled to a stop in the parking area. The retreat was a nice, modern facility. It was actually only in the third year of operation, and everything was still fresh and new. The individual cabins each housed only six kids, with three beds along the left wall, and three on the right side. There was a small bathroom at the end of each cabin, with only a sink and toilet. The showers were still in a separate building near the offices. In the parking area, the boys were divided by age, and assigned accordingly to cabins, with some accommodations made, allowing friends to share cabins. Both Peter and Dylon were assigned to cabin two, along with one other boy who had arrived in the same van. There were three other boys who had arrived in another van about twenty minutes later. In all, four of the boys were twelve, and Peter and one other boy were thirteen. The boys settled in, choosing bunks, and unpacking their stuff in the individual lockers designated to each of them. All of the cabins were `log' type structures, rustic, yet new. Peter chose a bunk at the back of the cabin, and Dylon had selected the bunk next to him. None of the other boys knew each other, so all of them were on equal ground. After the boys were settled, everyone met at the main complex, a large building which housed the offices, activities room, and main hall where everyone would gather for meals. Here, the boys all met the retreat staff, and were told the rules. This was a retreat, not a summer camp. And so for most, this was more like an organized vacation, rather than structured events. They were allowed to sign up for various activities if they chose, only a few things were considered mandatory for everyone to participate. The group was pretty much like every other summer camp, a diverse mix of boys and girls, from all walks of life. There were a number of others here, like Peter, who had suffered the loss of parents, siblings or friends. Many of them could certainly empathize with one another, knowing the loneliness, fear or pain of losing someone close to them. After all the usual instructions were issued, the boys were allowed free time. The rest of the afternoon was theirs to do as they pleased. Explore the grounds, mingle and make friends, or whatever they wanted. Peter returned to his cabin and changed into a pair of board shorts, not sure what he wanted to do. He climbed onto his bunk, and dug out his book, thinking he might just read for awhile. He lay back against his pillow, and making himself comfortable he began to read again; `Peter and the Pirates'. After reading for some time, Peter's eyes began to grow heavy, his head nodded down a time or two, and finally the book settled onto his chest as he dozed off. Sleep took him, and just as quickly he drifted back into his own fantasy dream. He became the `Peter' from Neverland; the lonely orphan who surrounded himself with other boys. Not wanting to grow up and become one of those `adults' who, like his own parents, would abandon you. It was he, leading the lost boys; a band of young adolescent boys, playing without rules or grownups, all of them following their leader, Peter... He was awakened from his dream, when he heard the door to his cabin bang open. His new friend from the van, Dylon, had come into the room. "Hey! Whatcha' doing? The other boy asked, walking into the cabin and sitting on his own bunk. "Nothin. Figured I might read for awhile." Peter answered. "Guess I dozed off." "Oh. Well I was looking for you. Wanna' go look around or somethin?" the other boy asked. Peter considered for a moment, then nodded. "Sure, I guess that would be cool." He put his book down and sat up on his bunk. "Let me change into some shorts first." Dylon said. He stood up and stepping out of his tennis shoes, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his thighs. Peter sat and watched the other boy, who stood there in his underwear as he fished out a pair of Dockers shorts from his bag. Then, as if he had forgotten Peter was there, Dylon slipped out of his underwear, and stood there naked from the waist down, while he fiddled with his shorts. He wasn't circumcised, and his young three inch penis hung loosely over his smooth scroatum. Peter couldn't help but look shyly at the other boy. He noticed that Dylon had no pubic hair, and had a small dimple in his firm, smooth butt cheek. Peter smiled inwardly to himself, thinking that the other boy's package looked a lot like his own. Dylon glanced over at him, and though Peter quickly looked away, he was quite sure that the other boy had seen him watching. When he looked up again, Dylon offered him a timid smile, then pulled on his shorts. "Okay, I'm ready." He said, slipping back into his shoes. Peter hopped off his bunk and the two boys wandered outside. They walked around a bit talking, then decided to follow one of the trails that led through the woods, and down to the water. It was a well worn trail that wound through the trees, steadily downward, until at last it ended at the beach. The two boys explored for well over an hour, walking down the shoreline. They played in the sand, threw rocks into the water, and had found walking sticks to hike with, and of course, to use as swords. It was a warm afternoon, and both boys had long since shed their shoes and shirts. They stumbled upon a small stream that ran down from the woods, and emptied into the shoreline where the fresh water merged into the bay. "Wanna' follow the creek?" Peter asked. "Sure dude." Dylon was quick to agree. And the boys began following the creek up and into the woods. They hiked for thirty minutes, climbed outcroppings of rock, and walked across trees that had fallen over the creek like bridges. The woods were quiet, save for the gentle sound of trickling water; and the buzz of a dragonfly somewhere above them, seemingly following their progress. "This is cool." Dylon commented. "I know it's awesome, right?!" Peter grinned at his new friend. "Come on. It sounds like there's some kinda pool up there." And the boys scrambled up another small shelf of rocks. Sure enough, the creek had pooled up here, as several other small streams emptied into it in small waterfalls from above. "Whoa... This is so friggin cool!" Peter beamed, and the boys grinned at each other. They stood, breathing heavily, sweating from their climb. Dylon wiped the sweat from his brow, then stooped and dipped his hand into the water. "Dude, that feels great." He said, looking up at Peter. "Wish we could go for a swim." "Ya, well what's stopping us?" Peter answered; and he slipped off his shoes again, and stepped into the pool. Dylon looked over at him glancing at the board shorts he was wearing, and then he looked down at his own Dockers shorts. "Man! You can swim in your board shorts, but my Dockers aren't really for swimming!" "Oh, ya." Peter realized. "Well... Hey you could, you know, swim in your underwear!" he suggested. Dylon looked at his friend skeptically. "Uh, I could do that... But... I'm not really wearing any. I changed into my shorts without them." The boys looked at each other, and Peter grinned sheepishly at him. "Ok. So, maybe we could, like, skinny dip or something. I mean, if you want to and all." He looked at the other boy's face, searching for a reaction. "Really? You'd do that?" "Sure... I mean if you would." Peter told him. "Were like the lost boys. We can do whatever we want." He stood up, and hooking his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts he slid them down over his hips letting them drop to the ground. Standing naked, he threw his arms into the air and let out a yell. Dylon looked at him, and a huge grin broke across his face. He took hold of his own shorts and yanking them down, he hopped out of them. "Yaaaa...' he shouted, raising his arms above his head. "Shit ya..." Both boys naked now, they jumped into the pool of cool refreshing water. The boys laughed, and splashed around together in the water. They whooped and hollered, sharing in the joy of this naughty pleasure. They splashed each other, and Dylon innocently jumped up onto Peter's back. The boys began wrestling around in the water, their naked bodies tangling together. After a time, the boys had worn each other out, and they worked their way to the edge of the pool. The sun still bore down on the rocks, and the boys pulled themselves up onto one of the large outcroppings. They laughed happily, and unfettered by their nudity, they spread themselves out on one of the flat boulders. They lay there for awhile, the late afternoon sun warming their naked bodies. Peter looked over at Dylon, and noticed that the other boy was glancing at his junk. Their eyes met for a moment; Dylon a bit embarrassed that he had been caught `peeking', but Peter just smiled at him, and took his own turn scoping Dylon's boy parts. They grinned at each other. "Cool!" Peter stated. "Cool..." Dylon nodded back at him. They lay there talking together till the sun had dried them. The afternoon was getting on, and the boys decided they should head back to the cabins. They dressed, and began the hike back down the creek, toward the retreat. _______________ Chapter Two The boys returned to the main complex, and had just enough time to head to the showers, before evening meal. They went to their cabin first, to grab their towels. Two of the other boys sharing the cabin were hanging out there. "Hey guys." Peter greeted them. "Hi. So what have you guys been up to?" One of the boys asked. "Dude, we were exploring down at the water." Dylon offered. "It's so cool down there. Then we went skinny dipping in the creek." The two other boys looked at each other. "No way... Skinny dipping? Really?" "Seriously man." Dylon continued, "It's like way back in the woods. There ain't anybody around, it was cool." He told them, then grabbing up his towel and shampoo, he and Peter headed out for the shower. The boys were the only two in the small out building. They hung their towels up on the pegs, and since they had already seen each other naked, there was only a moment's hesitation before both boys peeled off their shorts and walked into the shower stalls. They showered, and just like before at the creek, they both peeked at each others stuff, but this time made no effort to pretend there weren't. They talked freely as they showered, and Dylon began to bone up a little as he washed himself. He turned a bit to hide his half stiff boy part. "It's okay bro; I get wood all the time." Peter said honestly. Dylon looked over at him, and the two boys giggled at each other. "So... You ever... You know, mess around with yourself?" Dylon asked hesitantly. Peter smiled at the question. "Ya, I guess." He answered. "Do you?" But the embarrassed grin on the other boy's face had already answered the question. The boys finished their showers, and after drying themselves, they took their things back to the cabin before heading to the dinner hall. Later that evening, the boys had all returned to their cabin, and the six boys talked together for a long while getting to know each other. Two of the boys were brothers; twins in fact. Three of the boys, including Peter, had recently lost a parent; so there was an unfortunate empathy between them. After a time, most of the boys had grown tired, and had gone to bed. The twins had already fallen asleep, and Dylon lay on his bed, listening to his iPod. Peter lay back on his bed, and settled in once again with his book. He read for nearly hour, before once again finding himself beginning to doze off. He put his book down, and turned off the small lamp alongside his bed. He lay there for awhile, and then became aware of small sounds coming from his left. He turned his head, and in the near darkness, he could barely make out his new friend Dylon: but it wasn't hard to tell that he was busy pleasuring himself. Peter smiled to himself. "Having fun?" he whispered. The sounds next to him stopped immediately. "Oh, don't be embarrassed." He breathed. "I was just about to do the same thing." There was a long pause. "Cool." Came the whispered reply from Dylon's bed. After a moment, Peter could faintly hear the rhythmic sounds start up again. He smiled, and then reaching below his own covers, he slipped his underwear down his hips. Peter cradled his soft boy parts in his hand, and began slowly squeezing himself. It took only seconds till his young tool came to life. With his eyes closed, he began fingering the warm, stiff flesh that he held in his fingers. He pinched his foreskin, sliding it around his glans. All the while he listened to his friend's rapid breathing from the next bed, and it excited him. He began stroking himself, and surprisingly, he began to fantasize about his new friend; having seen him naked earlier in the day. He tried to imagine what Dylon's penis would look like fully erect. Peter started moving his hips, as he slid his foreskin up and down over the head of his dick. He could hear Dylon moan quietly in the next bed, and it only excited him more. His own breathing began to quicken, as those amazing feelings began to build deep within him. He savored those feelings, and his hips began to squirm around under his covers. A soft moan escaped him as he continued pumping his youthful erection. He could still hear Dylon's low sighs, and excited breathing. He squeezed his eyes closed, and his legs and feet seemed to think for themselves, twitching as his insides began to tingle with pleasure. Suddenly Peter heard a grunt, and heavy sigh come from the next bed, and he knew that Dylon had cum... The picture of it in his own mind took him over the edge. His hips rose off the bed, and his buttocks clamped tightly as his young testicles snugged against him. "Uhhhh, uhhhh... Uhh..." Quiet moans accompanied his rapid breath as his body tensed into orgasm. Fire erupted from him, as his milky boy seed spurted up onto his belly. Another warm squirt, and then another... Several dry contractions finished him, and his body collapsed limply onto his bed. Peter swallowed, as his breathing began to slow and his mind returned to the present. Instinctively he turned his head and glanced through the darkness at the next bed. Faintly he could see friend peering over at him. "Cool!" Dylon whispered. "Cool..." Peter breathed back. He smiled, and pulling his cover up to his chin, he rolled onto his side and went to sleep. The next morning, the boys from cabin two all shared breakfast in the dining hall, and then they all spent some time shooting hoops. At ten, Peter was called in to speak with one of the counselors. He walked into the staff office, and waited till Connie, one of the clinically trained counselors was free. She called him into her office. "Hi Peter." She said, with a kind smile. "Hello." He returned. "Please, have a seat." She requested, motioning him to a chair. Peter sat down and looked around the room. "So, what's up?" he asked, looking back at her. "Nothing specific. I wanted to meet with you. I spoke with your Aunt Susan last week, and I just wanted to let you know that I'm here if you have any issues you might want to deal with." Peter looked at her for a moment. "I don't have any issues." He replied. "Perhaps not. Your Aunt was just concerned that you may have some unresolved feelings regarding..." "My parents." Peter interrupted. "I'm fine." His gaze went to the floor, and he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Well, I won't push." Connie replied. "Just know that I'm here if you want to talk, ok?" Peter glanced at her and nodded, then got up and started for the door. "You know," she said, "I lost my father when I was fifteen. "So I understand what you're feeling." Peter looked back at her. "No. No you don't." he said calmly. He wanted to say something more, but he seemed to think better of it, and continuing out the door he wandered back to his cabin. He hopped onto his bed and folded his hands behind his head. Why couldn't adults just leave you alone? Ever since his parents had passed, everyone kept telling him they knew how he felt. It was bullshit. He knew his Aunt was just trying to help; and he loved her for it. But he was handling it just fine. Peter was just about to start reading his book, when the door to the cabin swung open, and Dylon sauntered in. "There you are. You weren't in with the group counselor very long. What did they want?" He questioned, as Peter sat up and slid off the bed. "Nothing, nothing at all. Come on, you wanna' go do something? Maybe go exploring again." "Cool... I was hoping you'd want to do that. Let's go." The boys left the cabin and ran toward the trails, Peter leading the way. They hurried down to the beach again, and found their walking stick/swords, and meandered up the shoreline. It was only around noon, but already the warm sun beat down on them. There were a few other boys up ahead on the beach; but not from their cabin "Quick, over here..." Peter said. "We can't let them see us." "Huh? Why not?" Dylon questioned. "Because, were the lost boys. Those are the pirates. Come on, we need to sneak around them, and escape to our fort, up the creek." Dylon grinned at him. "Of course, the pirates." He played along as they dove behind some driftwood. The boys crawled a little toward some trees at the edge of the beach. They got up and ran from one to another, working their way past the other boys, who were doing some exploring of their own. Finally they passed them, and made their way to the creek. Satisfied that they had been undetected by the `pirates,' the boys hiked up the stream; singing a song that they made up along the way, until they reached their secret pool. "Ha, ha..." They laughed, and slapped a high five. Peter pulled off his shirt and waved it around over his head in victory. He glanced at his friend, and with a grin he pulled off his shorts, and stood naked on the flat of the rock outcropping. Dylon followed his lead, and stripped off his clothes, to stand along side him. They looked at each other and grinned, singing their pirate song again. "The lost boys..." Dylon raised his fist in the air. "The Lost Boys!" Peter called out in return salute. He turned and jumped into the cool water of the pool. The other boy laughed and jumped into the cool refreshing water along side him. The boys floated on their backs in the shallows near the edge. They bobbed in the water, with just their chests and faces above the surface. They exhaled, to sink below the surface. "Up periscope..." Peter said, as he raised his hips slightly, so that his penis broke the surface. Dylon laughed at the joke, and thrust his hips upward as well. "Dive, dive...!" he answered, his junk floated a moment, then slipped under. Peter laughed and lowered his hips. They looked at each other with boyish smiles. "That was cool; jerking off at the same time last night." He commented. "No doubt... Hey, do you do it every night?" Peter asked. Dylon looked at him and nodded. "Sometimes twice a day." He responded. "It's so awesome." They looked at each other a moment. "Up periscope!" Peter said again. And this time when he raised his hips, it was his erection that surfaced. The other boy cracked up, and within seconds he thrust his stiff boyhood above the water. They looked again at each other, and then with unspoken word, both boys took themselves into their own hands and began jacking off. They watched each other this time, both of them feeling rather excited at the sight of the other naked and stiff boy right along side them. They had scooted up together at the edge of the pool, so they were sitting on the muddy edge, their dicks out of the water. Peter examined the other boys prick, it was indeed nearly identical to his own. The other boy held his slender tool between his thumb and three fingers as he stroked it. This was the same way Peter liked to do his. Both boys slid their foreskins up, and down over the head of their young dicks; and Dylon's eyes were wide, as he watched Peter's purple glans peek out, then slide back into its thin skinned sheath. He closed his eyes briefly to saver the image. Soon, Peter's legs began to twitch; his toes curled just above the surface, and he began to moan. Not having to worry about being heard this time, he made no effort to suppress his pleasured sounds. Dylon was getting there as well, and he joined in the chorus of moans. He could feel the soft mud beneath his butt cheeks, squish into his crack, and cup around his hips. Peter laid his head back and sighed. As the boys twitched about, Peter's lower leg and foot came into contact with Dylon's; and neither boy pulled away, as the warmth of their skin felt exciting to both of them. "Ohhh, fuck... I'm ready to squirt..." Dylon moaned, and his nuts drew in tight to him. "Ahhhhh, ahhh, ahhhhh..." A jet of hot, sticky seed spurted from the end of his purple cap. The first burst actually landed on Peter's thigh; the second on his own belly, as his hand flailed wildly. The sight and feel of the warm spew on his leg sent Peter over the edge, and he too reached climax. He deliberately leaned just a bit, so his boy juice landed on Dylon. The other boy didn't mind in the least, actually wiping it up with his fingers, then rubbing his still sensitive dick with it. Both boys lay back, breathing heavily, and gave a brief shiver with the endorphin rush that had just consumed them. Peter's hand lay along side him, and the other boy innocently dropped his hand on top of it. Their fingers intertwined and they rested for a moment, holding hands. They grinned at each other, and after several minutes of recovery, both of then rolled over and got up onto their knees in the mud. Peter scooped up some of it with his fingers, then reached out and `painted' several stripes of mud on Dylon's face. The other boy did likewise to him. Then he rubbed a handful `war paint' mud onto Peter's chest. They smiled again at each other, and then began coating each other in a layer of the soft gooey mud. Peter coated Dylon's boy parts, giving it a good feel as he did so. With a huge grin, Dylon did the same in return. When they had finished, they laughed, and climbed together to the top of the rock outcropping. Naked, coated in mud, they thrust their arms in the air and hollered out "Lost Boys... Lost Boys..." Down the creek, forty yards or so, two other boys were hunkered down in the brush, watching the wild behavior going on above them. They looked at each other, their mouths slightly open, in surprise at what they had seen. "Whoa... Shit, we better get out of here before they see us." The other boy nodded at him; and the two youngsters turned to sneak back down the creek. At that moment, high up on their rock perch, Peter and Dylon continued their whooping; unaware that they were being watched... End of Part One... Comments welcome at this.boy.slife@hotmail.com Find my other stories in the Authors Section, under `This Boys Life' Or, in the Young Friends Section The Kid Next Door 1 & 2 Boys On Holiday 12/10/10 The Thing About Cory 11/23/10 My Time With David 11/7/10 My Friend Coda 10/24/10 Warm Summer Days 10/20/10 The Boy By The Lake 10/12/10