Date: Thu, 5 May 2011 18:49:49 -0700 From: Ian Bridge Subject: Peter and the Pirates Part 7 Readers Warning: The following story contains elements of sexual contact and boy play between minor boys. If this subject matter offends you, or is not to your tastes, if you cannot be open minded, or, if you are a minor, under the age of eighteen, then you should not read any further. Recap of part six; After another day of fun and some `boy play' on the beach, thirteen year old Dylon, confided in his new friend Peter, that he was in fact gay. Afraid that he would lose his friend, he ran off, and hid in one of the cabins, near the beach. Peter found him, and reassured him of their friendship; and even proved it by sharing some intimate sexual contact. Now part seven, a new day with the Lost Boys of cabin two. Peter and the Pirates Part 7 Liam, and the twins, (Justin and Jason) had gone down to the beach without the others this morning. Both Peter and Dylon had a scheduled appointment with Sharon, one of the counselors at the Retreat, at ten thirty that morning. So, rather than wait around for the other two, (boring) the boys had decided to head out early, and the other guys would catch up with them later. It was going to be another warm sunny day; and at just after ten o clock it was already a warm one. On the beach, the boys had instantly shed their shirts and shoes, and were walking knee deep in the water, throwing rocks, as they worked their way down the beach. "So, what do you guys wanna' do?" Justin asked, tossing a rock in the water near his brother, trying to splash him. Jason fired one back, laughing. "Well, you guys could take me up creek to the `pool'. I'm still the only one who hasn't been up there yet. He was referring to a natural creek fed pool, a short hike up into the woods. It was an area that Peter had named, `Neverland', where the other boys had first skinny dipped; and where they could play privately. "Ya, we should do that." Jason agreed. "Cool by me." Justin nodded. "Let's go mess around then." With that, he splashed another big rock near his brother, soaking the back of his shorts, and starting a chase up the beach by the three twelve year olds. Back at the cabins, Peter and Dylon were walking toward the main building. The day before, Dylon had missed an appointment with one of the counselors, who in turn, had spoken with Peter about it; and now, she wanted to talk with both of them. They sat in the hallway for awhile waiting, until she came out of her office. She wanted to speak with Dylon for a few minutes first, and asked Peter to wait, while she spoke with him. "Hello Dylon." She greeted as he took as seat on an office couch. "Hi." Dylon responded, looking a bit worried. She smiled to relax him. "You're not in trouble." She laughed, seeing his expression. "This Retreat is for you guys. I'm here for you guys; to help you deal with whatever you need." Dylon nodded, relaxing a bit. "Sorry I missed my appointment yesterday. I just forgot." "Well... I know sometimes you don't want to do this; you know, talk to me. But, your mom thinks you need to speak to someone about your, situation." "My dad's the one who needs to talk to someone." Dylon responded defensively. "I know my `situation.' He's the one that has the problem." He shuffled in his seat. "You may be right." She said. "Many times, a father in particular, has a difficult time with it, when their child comes out and tells them they're gay." Dylon almost winced at this. He hated that expression; `comes out'. There's nothing to come out. You are the way you are. He didn't understand why people had to make it into more than it was. He was feeling uncomfortable again. "Well, I know things may seem difficult at home right now. But your father loves you. Give him some time, and he'll come around. We can talk more about that later." Sharon continued, "Let me ask about something else. Did you share this with your friend; Peter?" Dylon looked at her, and showed a bit of relief. "Uh-huh. I told him." He answered nodding softly. "That took a lot of courage, I'm sure. He's the first person you've really told isn't he?" She asked; and Dylon nodded again. "And..? How did that go?" She asked. Dylon smiled slightly, and began to tear up a little. "I was so scared. I ran off after I told him. I didn't even wait for his reaction." "And..?" She prodded. "What happened?" "He's really cool about it. He made me feel like its ok to be who I am. He's a friend, and I'm glad I finally told someone, you know, my age." Sharon smiled and got up from her desk and opened the door, and asked Peter to come in then. Peter came into the office, and sat alongside Dylon on the small couch. "How are you Peter?" she asked. "I'm ok, I guess." He answered, as he looked at Dylon to see if things were alright. Sharon laughed, and shook her head. "Why do boys always think they are in trouble?" She asked rhetorically. "Cause we usually are." Peter offered. "Well, you're not." She chuckled. "Look boys, since Dylon missed his appointment yesterday, and Peter, since I spoke with you about it; I just wanted to be sure you were both ok with everything." "Ya... We're cool." Peter replied. Sharon leaned on the edge of her desk and smiled at both of them. "Peter, I want you to know that I'm happy Dylon has a friend he can count on. It was hard for him to share with you like that. And, it says a lot about your character, to be a good friend when someone needed it. I think you're both going to do just fine." The boys looked at each other, feeling pretty good about things. Sharon spoke with the boys for another ten minuets, and finally told the boys they could go and enjoy the day. Then of course added the obligatory, `I'm here if you need to talk." The boys got up quickly and left the office heading back to their cabin. When they got there, none of the other boys were around. Dylon looked at Peter and smiled. "Hey, I know she's kind of a tool; but she was right about you being a good friend. Thanks." Peter smiled at him. "No big thing bro." he returned. "Ya, ya it really is dude. And, I'll thank you later, with another pudding cup." He raised a suggestive eyebrow, and both boys giggled at the implication. "Wonder where the other guys got off to?" Dylon asked, as he walked back to the toilet to take a piss. Peter noticed the scrap of paper lying across the pillow of his bed. "Hmm." He picked it up and read it to himself. "They left us a note dude. It says, `Hey losers, we don't have all day to wait. Going to the beach, bitches.' Oh those little rat shits." He laughed. "Let's go find the little turds..." - - - - - - - - - - - - Back up the beach, the three afore mentioned `turds' had been hiking up the creek, toward the pool. They climbed the last bit, and sweating under the hot sun, they stood on the large flat rocks looking around. "Whoa, this is pretty cool." Liam said. He was the last of the boys to see the place. The creek drained into this `welled' up rock formation, forming the fairly large pool, which looked to be about thirty yards across, with a little muddy beach, and moss covered boulders along the lower end. Liam gazed up at the rock face, where the creek poured in. It formed a four foot high waterfall, dropping into the pool. "Whoa, I like this place. So, are we gonna' swim or what?" he asked, turning around to look at the twins. Question answered; as both twins stood there stark naked, with their hands on their hips, looking at him. "We're waiting on you dude." Jason said. The twins grinned and ran into the refreshing water of the pool. If felt great against their sweaty skin. Liam climbed out of his board shorts, and dove into the pool. Almost at once the boys were splashing and dunking each other. The pool was just deep enough at the upper edge that the boys could leap off the rocks, where the waterfall flowed in. In the pool, Jason climbed onto Liam's back trying to dunk him, but Liam stood firm and bucked him off. They all battled playfully for a long while, totally having a fun time as their naked young bodies slithered and crawled all over each other. At one point Justin swam under Liam, and squeezed the other boy's soft dick in his hands. The game was on, and soon the boys were happily targeting each other's boy parts; touching, feeling, goosing, and playfully fondling each other with each underwater pass. They feigned outrage at each grope, but of course, enjoyed every moment, laughing freely as they did so. "Dude... Somebody's got wood." Jason grinned, when he surfaced still clutching a handful of Liam's stiffening penis. "Ya, well it felt like somebody took a lick or two when they swam under." Liam answered. Not that I'm complaining..." The boys all laughed, and after some further wrestling in the water, Liam moved across the muddy beach area, and laid himself out on the warm, moss covered slab of rock. Justin and Jason crawled up and sprawled themselves out on either side of him in the warm summer sun. They lay there, basking in the heat. Liam lay on his back, hands behind his head; and Justin lay to his left on his stomach. Jason rolled onto his side and was staring impishly at Liam's still slightly stiff penis. Truth be told, all three boys were slightly boned up now. "Your foreskin looks so cool. What's it feel like?" Jason asked Liam suddenly. "Huh? I don't know? Good I guess." Liam answered. "What's it feel like when you jack off?" Justin asked, and then he reached out and softly pinched the spongy skin hanging over the tip of Liam's dick. "Uh, same as yours I guess. I don't know." Liam answered, enjoying the soft touch of the other boy. "What does yours feel like?" he reached out and fingered the head of Justin's erection. "Mmmm, feels good. Definitely feels good." He grinned. Jason watched his brother, and Liam fondle each other, and his own young dick seemed to beg for attention. He shifted and got up onto his knees, watching for a moment, and then he asked Liam to do the same. Liam got to his knees in front of him. Jason pushed his own dick down till it was pointing strait at the other boy; then he took hold of Liam's hard on and did the same, till their warm tips touched. He rubbed them deliciously together for a moment, and then grinning, he pulled on Liam's foreskin until the loose flesh actually slipped over and covered his own glans as well. He held it there. "Ah," he smiled, "So that's what it feels like to have foreskin." He laughed. Then he wrapped his fist partially around his penis, and partially over Liam's, keeping them pressed together, with Liam's foreskin still trapped over his dick. He began stroking, jacking himself and Liam at the same time. It felt surprisingly good to both boys, and Liam rested his hands on Jason's shoulders, and with eyes closed he laid his head back and enjoyed the feeling. Justin lay close to them, and watched excitedly. Wanting to join in, he started jerking his own boyhood with his right hand, while rubbing his left hand across the smooth soft skin of Liam's naked back. Someone was moaning slightly then; perhaps it was two of them, as Jason continued vigorously jerking them both off. After several minutes, Liam had leaked several drops of precum, which lubed both of their dick heads, and they slid moistly against each other; still cloaked in Liam's foreskin, and wrapped in Jason's fist. "Uhh, that's so, so..." Liam breathed. "Uhh... Nice." He could feel his insides twitch, as Jason continued jacking them. Justin meanwhile had slid his hand downward, and was now softly rubbing his fingers around on Liam's buttocks. He pulled his hand away for a moment to stick his middle finger into his own mouth, and cover it generously with spit. Reaching back to Liam's firm butt, he slid his fingers into the boy's warm crack. His middle finger searched, then found the moist boy hole, and he began rubbing over it; gently inserting his fingertip. The erotic touch proved to be too much for Liam. He moaned deeply as the feelings tingled within him. He lowered his head, resting it on Jason's shoulder, and his young testicles drew up tight to him; his penis swelled in Jason's hand, and then erupted his warm seed there. It pulsed, then again, and again; squirting from his foreskin, and leaking between Jason's fingers. A shudder ran though him, and he groaned with pleasure as he panted and slumped limply. Jason pulled away, still masturbating himself; his own boy pole sticky with Liam's gooey mess. He was moaning as well, and his eyes squeezed tightly as the feelings of orgasm raged through him. At last, his slender tool spat out a small squirt of nearly clear fluid that spattered on Liam's thigh. There were more dry pulses that followed, with a few final drops dripping off his young pink cock. Justin was still lying on his back, humping into his own hand, trying to build to the grand finale that Liam and his brother had just enjoyed. Liam opened his eyes and watched him for a minute, still recovering. He finally smiled at the sight, and then leaning over, he began fondling Justin's balls with his fingers. He leaned down further, and pulling Justin's hand away, he slid his mouth over the other boy's erection. He swizzled his tongue around the pink glans, probing at the slit; and then slid his lips down the firm shaft. Justin was finding the joy now, as Liam sucked hard against his boy sausage; sliding his wet lips tightly up and down. His tongue must have felt like a wet and warm massage, because Justin squirmed with his building orgasm. He held out as long as he could, wanting to enjoy every moment; but the big moment had arrived. Justin felt his thighs go pleasurably numb; his firm belly went taught, and his eyes rolled back as he ejaculated his clear boy juices into Liam's mouth. It felt wonderful of course, and Liam milked the last of the sweet sticky nectar onto his tongue. Totally satisfied, the three boys all lay back on the soft carpet of moss. It felt wonderful beneath them, and as the sun kissed their young naked skin, one by one the boys dozed off for a short recovery nap. Peter and Dylon were heading down to the beach, looking for their three companions. They were walking down the trail to the beach, when they ran into Mr. Anderson (Andy). He was the instructor who had taught the boys all about Kayaking. "Hey boys." He greeted, as he walked up the trail toward them. "Hi Andy." They said together, and Peter waved to him. "Where are you youngsters off to this morning? "Ah, were gonna' meet up with the other guys at the beach." Dylon said. "We might come back for some Kayaking this afternoon though." "That should be fine. I'm down a few Kayaks though boys. Somebody stole several of them either late last night or early this morning." Andy told them; a touch of anger in his voice. "That totally sucks!" Dylon replied. "No doubt." Peter agreed. Andy nodded, and then excused himself, saying he was heading up to the Office to fill out a report. The boy's said their goodbyes, and continued down the trail, till they reached the bottom. They talked together while they walked barefoot down the beach, their tee shirts slung carelessly over their shoulders. With everything that had happened recently, the boys felt really comfortable with each other; and as they walked, Dylon glanced frequently at his friend. "So... It must be hard, not having your parents around." Dylon questioned tentatively. Peter glanced at him, and he could see the sincere look in Dylon's eyes. He looked back at the sand, as they walked silently a moment. "Ya." He said quietly, taking a deep slow breath. "I feel... Empty sometimes, you know. I can't really explain it, it's just..." "Like everyone else has gone on with their lives, without you." Dylon finished. Peter looked over at him. "Ya. Ya kinda like that." He agreed. "I guess you know the feeling too, huh?" Dylon only nodded at him. "When I told my parents I was, was gay: it seemed like they disappeared." Dylon spoke softly. "My mom went into the kitchen to make dinner. My dad just got a blank, far away look, and wouldn't talk about it. They went on like nothin' happened. It's been over a month, and my dad barely talks to me. My mom acts like, I'll grow out of it, or something. I think that's why she wanted me to come here to the camp; a little break, and then a clean start when I get home." "Sorry..." Peter said sincerely. He put his arm reassuringly around Dylon's shoulder as they walked. "It sucks when you really need somebody, and they aren't there." Dylon glanced at him, and nodded sadly. The boys situations were different; and the same. "Anyway, I'm here." Peter offered. Dylon looked at him, and smiled. "Cool." He answered. And they walked along quietly, until they reached the creek that flowed down from the woods to the beach. "Wonder if the little butt nuggets went up to the pool?" Peter wondered aloud. Dylon pointed to a familiar red tank top, lying in the sand, near one of the driftwood logs. "That looks like Jason's shirt. So they were here. They either went up to the pool, or down the beach to fool around in the dunes again. Take your pick." "Let's try the beach first." Peter suggested; and the boy's headed off down the beach toward the dunes. The late morning sun felt great on their bare backs as they walked together. After a few minutes they reached the small sandy hills that marked the beginning of the dunes. The boys continued on, walking through the tall grasses that rustled and swayed around their feet in the warm breeze. Ahead somewhere, they could hear quiet voices. "That's them." Dylon whispered. "Let's sneak up on `em; want to?" "Ya!" Peter answered. "Good idea. Come on." They crouched low, keeping to the low spots in the dunes, as they worked their way forward; eventually crawling through the sand. When they got close, the boys peeked up over the top of a dune, peering through the grasses. What they saw was a huge surprise. They were looking at three other teenage boys, who appeared to be about fifteen years old or so. They were sitting in the sand, talking and laughing. Resting right next to them, were three Kayaks; stolen Kayaks from the resort. The boy's ducked down again and looked at each other. "Pirates!" Peter whispered. "Those are the guys who stole the kayaks." "Shit... What should we do?" Dylon asked. "Head back to the resort?" "Nu-uh. Those guys might be long gone by the time we got there. We have to do something right now." "Dude, are you kidding? There's like three of them, and they're bigger than we are. We'll get our asses kicked for sure." Dylon assured him. Peter peeked over the top of the dune again. The three teens were wearing shorts, and one of them had his tee shirt pulled up partially over his head, wearing it like a bandana. "They don't look so tough to me." Peter whispered boldly. "If only our other guys were here." He thought about it for a moment. "I have an idea, ok." He smiled and slunk back down alongside Dylon; then whispered his plan to him. "I hope this works." Dylon breathed after hearing him out. He turned then, and crawled back the way they had come. When he reached the edge of the dunes, he got up and began running back up the beach. In the mean time, Peter worked himself into a better position. He waited, and watched the three teens for a few minutes. He listened to them talking about stealing the kayaks. They had paddled them this far, then beached them for awhile when they had seen a boat heading toward them. Now they thought it was safe to continue, and were talking about heading out again. Peter knew if he didn't act now, they would take the boats out, and get away. He moved again, to be sure he had a head start on the teens. He stood up then and yelled at them. "Hey, you fucking dicks... I know you stole those kayaks, and I'm turning you in." He yelled at the teens. They instantly hopped to their feet, and stood looking at him a moment. After looking around, they realized he was alone. "Get him..." One the boys yelled; and the three of them started to run toward him. Peter turned and bolted up the beach. He had always been fast, but he hopped now that he had enough of a lead that he could outrun the three older boys. They chased after him, yelling profanities, and telling him they were going to kick his ass. Slowly they were closing ground on him. He glanced back at them, feeling his lungs start to burn a little. At length Peter finally reached the creek, which led up to the pool, and he deliberately veered toward it and hopped one of the driftwood logs that lay there. He splashed into the creek, and jumped up onto the rocks on the bank. "Quit running you little prick." One of the teens shouted at him. "We've got him now." Another one panted as they reached the creek. They jumped the log, and one of them snagged his foot and fell headlong into the water. Soaked, scratched, and pissed off, he began swearing as scrambled up to his feet, and resumed the chase. Peter was climbing steadily, scurrying over the logs that lay like bridges across the creek. He glanced back again, and even though he was totally winded and his legs tiring, he knew now he could reach the pool before they caught him. Finally Peter scrambled up over the lip of the rock outcropping that edged the bottom rim of the pool. The three teens were only about twenty yards behind him now, and Peter ran directly into the pool of water and waded in till he was waist deep. He looked around quickly, and then smiled slightly to himself. The three teens reached the edge, and realized that they had him trapped there in the pool. Two of them stood bent over with their hands on their knees, sucking air, trying to catch their breaths after the long chase. The third, the one with his shirt over his head like a bandana, the one who had fallen; glared at Peter. "Ok you little shit, you're fucked now." He panted, confidently. But to his surprise, Peter, standing in the middle of the pool, only smiled at him. "Get your ass outta' the water." One of the other teens demanded. "Pirates shouldn't be in Neverland." Peter remarked calmly. The three teens exchanged confused looks. "This kid's messed up." One of them said. "What are we gonna do with him?" It seems the three hadn't really given that any thought, when they had started chasing him. "Maybe just beat the shit out of him to make sure he doesn't tell anyone." The bandana teen said, clearly trying to scare Peter. "Now get over here dickhead." Peter just smiled slightly, and sunk down under water for a moment. When he surfaced, he had a handful of mud from the bottom of the pool. He began rubbing it on his face, a bit like war paint; then rubbed it across his chest and arms. The three teens once again exchanged looks. "I'm telling you the kid's fuckin' mental." One of them said. "Ya well; it's time to teach the little prick a lesson." Bandana teen said, as he started to walk into the pool. Suddenly there was motion above and to his right, and he stopped short as he glanced that way. Above the small waterfall another boy, stark naked, and covered from head to foot in mud, suddenly stood up. The boy had a long hefty stick in his hand, and he smiled at the three teens. "What the fuck..." One of the teens said. At that very moment off to the left of the pond, another naked boy similarly covered in mud, stood up; standing defiantly with his stick. Then another boy off to the right of the pond did the same. The three teens now exchanged nervous looks. They moved together, as bandana teen backed out of the water; and the three stood side by side, glancing around at the naked, mud covered boys. Just to their right, movement in the brush; and one more muddy, naked boy came into the open. He smiled at them. "Hi there!" Dylon grinned at them through the thick mud smeared on his face. "Well, it seems like things have changed." Peter called out from the pond. When they turned to look at him; he too had peeled off his shorts, and his body was now streaked with mud. "I told you, Pirates shouldn't be in Neverland." He chided. "What do you think, Lost Boys?" Peter's tribe of naked lads all grinned, and holding their sticks up over their heads. They began shouting. "LOST BOYS, LOST BOYS, LOST BOYS..." They chanted loudly as they started moving toward the teens. "This is fucked up..." One of the teens muttered, and he began backing quickly toward the path leading down through the creek. "No, you guys are fucked up." Peter responded. "Stealing those Kayaks, that's not cool. Now, it's our turn to chase you." He began yelling and scrambling out of the pool. One of the teens had already turned to run. The other two panicked, well outnumbered by the crazy naked boys who were now running at them. Bandana teen turned to run, and fell backward into the creek. He cursed and bolted to his feet to follow the others down the path. Following behind, the five naked boys continued to holler and pursue them down the creek bed all the way to the beach below. When they spilled out onto the beach, the three teens, now well spread out, bolted up the beach. As Peter and the boys reached the sand, they noticed beyond the teens, Mr. Anderson (Andy) was walking down the beach toward them. "Hey," Peter shouted out. "Mr. Anderson; those are the guys who stole the kayaks." The other boys were shouting and pointing as well. Andy, was a bit confused, but reacted quickly, and collared one of the teens as they tried to run past him. The other two continued running, and split up one of the trails into the woods. Andy held tightly to the fifteen year old, who was totally out of breath, and didn't offer any resistance. Peter and the other boys stopped in a group there, to catch their breaths as well. Mr. Anderson curiously eyed the group of naked, mud covered boys with raised eyebrows. "Mr. Anderson," Peter breathed hard, "Those guys stole your kayaks. We spotted them down the beach, in the dunes. The kayaks are still there, pulled up into the sand." "Is that right?" Andy commented, as he squeezed the teen's arm a little tighter. He looked again at Peter and the other boys, a humorous smile spreading his lips. The boys seemed to remember then, that none of them had any clothes on. They stood a bit awkwardly, the younger boys covering themselves with their hands. "Well," Andy laughed, "I don't think I even want to know..." "Uh, it was, uh, the element of surprise." Dylon offered. "Ya," Andy chuckled again, "I bet it was... Well, I'll take this punk up to the Retreat, and arrange to get the kayaks picked up. I'll talk to you guys later ok." He roughly pulled on the teenagers arm, directing him back toward the retreat. The boys stood for a moment, then looking at each other they began to laugh. Peter looked at the others, and then grinned at Dylon. "The element of surprise?" He asked with a smile. "Ya. Well it worked didn't it?" Dylon grinned back at him. "You were surprised weren't you?" he laughed. "Besides, when I got up there, these guys were already butt naked... So it seemed the easiest thing to do." "Naked, were you? Hmm, what were you guys up to then?" Peter questioned with a smile. Liam and the twins exchanged knowing grins, and the boys all headed back up to the pool, chattering happily amongst themselves. When they reached the pool, they took their time roughhousing a little in the water, and then bathing what was left of the mud off of each other. Finally they all sat, or lay out on the mossy rocks to dry in the sun. When they had all dried off, the boys slipped back into their shorts and tee's, and walked together back down to the beach, and then headed up to the Retreat and their cabin. Dylon and Peter each decided they still needed a shower, and Liam made a quick decision to join them. The twins however were rather hungry, having skipped breakfast, and missing lunch. As it was still quite some time to the dinner meal, they decided to see what they could scrounge up in the cafeteria; so they headed off on their own. The other boys gathered up their towels, and a change of clothes, and then headed to the showers to get cleaned up. Still being fairly early in the day, there was no one else in the shower building, and Dylon smiled mischievously as they hung their towels above the bench. The boys slipped out of their clothes and walked into the shower area; picking three shower heads that were side by side along the far wall. The boys talked easily together as they adjusted the water temperatures to their liking and began soaping themselves. Liam stood under the middle showerhead with his eyes closed, letting the water rinse over him. Dylon, stood alongside him with the bottle of shampoo, and after a quick look, and smile at Peter, he reached over and squeezed a generous amount of it into Liam's thick blond hair. Peter leaned in and gently began lathering and massaging it into Liam's golden hair. As the creamy lather started to run down Liam's smooth naked body, Dylon joined in and started playfully washing the other boy's chest. Shy little Liam seemed to lavish the attention, as the other two boys worked their soft soapy hands all over him. Peter had stepped in close, his body pressed into Liam's side; and their naked slick skin, slid smoothly against one another. He scrubbed down Liam's chest, down across his flat soapy belly. He washed the other boy, gliding his hand repeatedly over his bare, soft pubic mound, and then... Peter gently wrapped his fingers around Liam's flaccid (barely) penis. Gently he squeezed and massaged the other boy's member. It slowly came to life, and Liam emitted soft contented little groans of pleasure. His eyes were still closed as he savored the warm, wet, soapy hands sliding around him. Dylon had stepped into it as well, and he had more or less wrapped himself around both of the other boys; his hands caressing both of their backs at the same time. Peter slid his other hand down over the gentle curve of Liam's hip, cupping the silky wet butt cheek in his hand. His fingers found the shampoo lubricated crevice of the other boy: and he stroked gently into the warm crease. His fingers deftly toyed with Liam's pink boy vent; prompting a steady stream of soft cooing moans from the boy. In the mean time, Dylon had slid himself around behind Peter, and he pressed his nakedness into Peter's back side. With his firm boypole rubbing against Peter's butt, he humped gently as he hugged himself into him. All the while, Liam continued his soft moans as Peter steadily jerked him off with one hand, and tenderly fingered his warm anus with the other. He turned his head to Peter, and opening his eyes for the first time, he looked into the other boy's soft blue eyes. He shuddered with pleasure as those glorious feelings gripped his insides with erotic sensations; then his eyes squeezed closed again as orgasm seized him in its glorious grasp. Peter could feel young Liam's orgasm pulse in his hand, and then he felt him go momentarily limp in his arms; he held him there in a firm hug until he had regained control. He had been so engrossed in pleasuring Liam, that it wasn't until now that he became aware of Dylon's naked, wet soapy flesh pressed against him. Dylon was still sliding, and grinding his hips into Peter, his rigid young penis pressed comfortably between Peter's cheeks. He had also wrapped his hand around him, and was vigorously sliding his palm over Peter's erection. Peter twisted himself around, till the two boys were facing each other. They wrapped their arms around one another in a playful embrace as their hips continued rubbing into each other. The boys rested their heads against each other, as the sensual contact brought them both over the edge, to the point of no return. First one, then the other faded into that orgasmic trance. With their insides churning in intense spasms, hot sticky boy seed streamed from both of them and mingled against their naked bellies; trapped between the soft lamb skin smoothness of their bare pubic mounds. They quivered and moaned softly into each other and slowly slid down to their knees. Liam joined them on the shower floor smiling boyishly as he draped his arms around them. "Awe, this calls for a group hug." He giggled, just to be funny. The three youngsters sat, with their backs leaning against the shower wall for several minutes as the warm water continued to rain down on them. "Whoa..." Dylon finally breathed. "That felt awesome." "Ya think?" Peter answered with a contented smile. He turned to look at Liam, who grinned his approval of the experience; and as he started to get to his feet, Peter playfully goosed him with his toe. "Woo..." Liam squeaked as he hoped up from the slippery shower floor. The three boys laughed, and together they went to the locker area to dry off and get dressed. This had turned into an unexpected treat for the three youngsters. After dressing, the boys walked back across the grounds, heading back to their cabin. When they went inside they found Justin and Jason were sitting on their bunks, and the twins looked up at the other boys, and noticed the broad smiles on their faces. "Uhh, did we miss something?" Justin asked. He was answered with the three boys laughing happily, and trading amused looks. "Awe man... I hate missing the good stuff." He complained. Dylon, Liam, and Peter looked at each other, then dropped their towels and jumped on top of Justin, tickling and wrestling with him. They dragged Jason into the playful tussle, and in the pile of squirming boys, undoubtedly some playful groping went on as well. After several exhausting minutes, and much boyish laughter they all rolled off of each other to relax for awhile on their own bunks. The boys each did their own things till dinner that evening. Dylon went out to the court to shoot hoops, and the twins decided to grab a shower. Later at dinner, they all sat together in their usual location. Mr. Anderson stopped by their table. He thanked the boys for their help at finding the kayaks; and as a reward, he said he would set them up the next day, so the boys could take the boats out to the secluded cove down the beach. Andy told them that they could have a bar-b-que there; and if they wanted, the boys could even set up tents and spend the night on the sand spit beach in the inlet. They were animated with the idea, and talked about it amongst themselves while they ate. Peter had noticed several times during dinner, that Liam seemed to be quietly watching him. It seemed curious, but he didn't really think much about it, as the boys continued making plans. After they ate, Dylon headed back out to the basketball court to shoot around a little. The others walked back toward their cabin. Peter noticed however that Liam was wandering off by himself; his hands thrust down into his pockets. Peter turned, and followed after him, as the other boy headed toward the trail that led to the beach. When he caught up, he glanced at Liam, who returned the look with a sad little smile on his face. They walked quietly for a moment, heading down the trail. "You okay?" Peter asked softly. "Uh-huh." Liam answered, but the slightest little quaver in his voice betrayed his true feelings. Peter hung his arm around Liam's shoulder, and they continued down the trail until they reached the beach. The warm evening sun still hung low in the sky, sparkling off the water, and the boys kicked off their sneakers and walked a little ways down the beach. They sat in the sand and leaned against some driftwood, while tossing pebbles at the water. "So what's going on bud?" Peter asked. Liam looked down with a small sigh; so Peter scootched over next to him; and again laid his arm protectively around the other boy's shoulders. Liam glanced at him with a subdued smile, and then softly rested his hand on Peter's thigh. "It's just... You're my friend, and... Well, there's only a couple of days left here, before we all go home." There was a catch in his voice. "I'm afraid I won't get see you again..." he managed, before he teared up in earnest. Peter looked at him, and quickly gave Liam a firm squeeze. He leaned his head over, resting it against Liam's. "Dude... You just said it; we're friends, and that's not gonna' change. You and me are a lot alike, you know! I'm not gonna' lose you as a friend, I promise... You know, we only live about an hour away from each other by car. So we can get together whenever we can." Liam sniffled back his tears. "Really? You'd do that?" He asked looking quickly at Peter; who smiled tenderly back at him. As they sat there in the sand, their legs stretched out in front of them; Peter was innocently rubbing his bare foot against Liam's. He looked at his friend, and then kissed him softly on the cheek. Liam smiled and returned the gesture. The boys sat there for many minutes, sharing in the moment of uncompromised friendship. They had both lost family, had both been tested by the cruel realities of life. And, in their own tender moments, they had found friendship in each other. And though few boys this age might express it verbally; there was love there, that both could feel inside of them. "You know what?" Peter spoke suddenly. "I was just thinking. There's still a lot of summer vacation left. Maybe in a couple of weeks, you could come and stay at my house for a week or so." "Serious?" Liam quipped; excitement in his tone. "Shit yes. My Aunt won't mind, I'm sure. She'll be so happy I've made a new friend. I'll call her tomorrow and set it up. Do you think your Gramma will be ok with it?" "I know she will." Liam beamed. He put his arms around Peter, and hugged him tightly. They hung out there together for awhile, before heading back up the trail to their cabin. When they went inside, the three other boys were sprawled across one of the bunks, playing another game of Uno. They looked up as Liam and Peter entered; then grinned at one another. "Oh man..." Justin said, looking at the two again. "I missed the fun again, didn't I?" The boys all burst into laughter, and Peter and Liam exchanged innocent, bemused looks. When the humorous moment had passed, Liam headed back to use the bathroom; and Dylon caught Peter's attention. "Every thing okay?" he asked sincerely. "Liam seemed a little out of it at dinner." "It's all good." Peter smiled back at him, nodding. "He just needed a friend; same as you and me." "What about you? You okay?" Dylon wondered. Peter smiled at him. "Ya. Thanks bro. I guess I owe you another 'pudding' cup." The two boys grinned at each other. The rest of the evening was a quiet one. The boys just hung out, until one by one they drifted off to bed. Peter was the last, and when he finished brushing his teeth, he came out of the bathroom, and he heard Liam's voice. "Goodnight." Liam had called out quietly from his bunk. Peter looked at the cute little blond boy. He was such a sweet kid, and Peter felt a real tenderness about him. He walked over and stood for a moment, smiling down at him. Finally, he bent low, and the two boys exchanged a brief, soft kiss of friendship. Peter smiled again, and as he turned to head for his bunk, Liam reached out and took his wrist. "Stay..." He whispered; then pulled his covers back. Peter looked down at Liam's firm tanned body, lying naked between the sheets; then looked him in the eyes. "Well... I guess, if you're gonna put it like that..." He said playfully, then slid into the bed and nestled in close to Liam. They snuggled tightly together, molding into one another; their legs and soft feet entwined. It wasn't sexual, it simply felt good. It was the beautiful warmth of another human being. Smooth, soft, comfortably pressed together the entire length of one others bodies. They lay this way, face to face, breathing each other in as they slipped comfortably into the Neverland of sleep. Liam woke only once, an hour and a half later. He enjoyed the soft breath of his friend, as it gently tickled his cheek with each exhale. In the dark, he could faintly see Peter's soft features; and moving his arm up, he timidly touched his finger tips to Peter's lips. He leaned in, and briefly pressed his own lips to Peters. He smiled to himself, and then tucked his head into the crook of Peter's neck. Feeling safe, warm, and happy for the first time in a long time, he drifted back into a contented slumber. End of Chapter 7 There will be one final chapter to this story; but there is another work that I have been engrossed in, and I want to bring that to you first. Thanks for the indulgence... Comments always 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