Peter and the Pirates
Chapter 03
* Thanks to the many readers of my "About A Boy" stories, for your continued readership. I appreciate all of your emails, all the comments and the feedback. As always it’s about the joys of being a boy. And oh, what a joy it should be…
Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys around the ages of 11-13, and in the cusp of puberty and exploration. A coming of age tale, if you will. If this type of subject matter offends you, or is not to your tastes, or, if it is inappropriate for you due to laws in your area, then please find something else to read. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this, and my other offerings.
Story written and posted by: About A Boy.
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**Excerpt from Previous Chapter
Justin's thin lips were a tight line of concentration now though, as he lay in his bunk, busily jerking himself off. He and his brother were no strangers to the kind of mutual masturbation that he had just witnessed, after all, the twins frequently did it together themselves; and did a lot more than that, actually... Twins, go figure... But Justin was on a solo effort now, his brother fast asleep in the next bunk.
The boy fingered himself with due diligence, enjoying the various tingles that were beginning to race through his tummy. He and his brother had discovered this secret pleasure just recently, and had been busy perfecting their technique ever since. Though neither boy was actually squirting anything yet, their frequent dry cum's were certainly intense, and well worth their effort.
Justin, still thinking about the older boys, continued his fever pitched effort, and soon his eyes rolled back under closed lids, and soprano like squeaks of joy escaped his soft lips. His flat tummy drew inward as his thighs went numb with those deep seeded tingles. Justin's slender hips rose off the bunk and his young body quaked in joyful seizure... "Uhnnnnch...." he peeped, as his three and a half inch flute went through the motions of expelling invisible boy seed.
"Mmm..." he sighed quietly, and his drained hips sank back to the bunk. The boy licked dry lips, and smiled drunkenly into the darkness. Finished now, Justin pulled up his undies, and lay quietly. He was anxious to tell his brother what he had seen the older boys do.
And more importantly, he wanted to do it with them. It would be an exciting change from the boyplay he frequently shared with his twin... Sleep washed over the contented youngster, and tomorrow promised to be a big day. He and his brother would become two of Peter's Lost Boys…. **
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Peter woke the following morning and stretched in his bed. As he lay there staring up at the ceiling, he remembered the odd, yet fantastic experience he had shared with his new friend Dylon in the showers the night before... It had been totally unexpected, totally unplanned. It was the first time anyone else had ever touched his penis, and it was a pleasant surprise. He recalled how nice it had felt; someone else's fingers fondling his boyhood; and even further, actually masturbating him. The thought of it now made him shiver, and his youthful penis stir.
Lying on his back, Peter turned his head to the left to look over at the boy he'd shared the unusual experience with. Dylon was still sound asleep in the next bunk, sleeping on his stomach with his mouth slightly open. The other boy's breathing was calm and relaxed, and his soft brown hair lay in a disheveled tangle over his forehead. Peter smiled softly, then yawned as he propped himself up on his elbows.
He glanced around the room and saw that the other boys were all still sleeping. Well, everyone but the twins, Justin and Jason. They were lying on top of their own bunks staring directly back at him with rather silly grins on their faces.
"What?" Peter whispered at them. The twins only looked at each other and giggled quietly to themselves. Peter had no idea that Justin had been spying, and had seen him the night before, messing around in the showers with his friend Dylon. And of course, Justin had quickly blabbed the entire story to his identical twin Jason, the moment they had woken that morning...
Peter assumed now that the two boys were just being weird; acting oddly, as identical twins seem wont to do. Perhaps the pair were excited, that today he and Dylon would take them up the beach to the creek, and they would be initiated into Peter and Dylon's informal little group. The twins would become two of Peter's Lost Boys...
Dismissing the twins, Peter threw off his covers, and getting out of bed he stood and stretched, yawning once again. The twelve-year-old padded softly to the back of the cabin and went into the small bathroom, where he positioned himself in front of the toilet. Still a bit tired he pulled down the front of his underwear and gently holding his flaccid tool, he began to pee into the porcelain bowl.
Closing his eyes, his thoughts drifted back to the previous night, and the way the other boy had fingered his boyhood. He smiled, and squeezed his penis now, trying to imagine it was the other boy's fingers, diddling him again. It felt good of course, and as he finished peeing, he noted that his penis was beginning to stiffen now between his fingers. He contemplated taking a quick wank, but just then there was a quiet knock at the bathroom door.
Startled, Peter's eyes popped open, and he covered himself involuntarily. "Uh, what?" he called out in low, all most embarrassed tones. "I'm almost finished."
"We just wanted to know when we were gonna' go up the beach?" Justin asked quietly through the door. Yes, the twins were indeed anxious to be included, and taking part in the fun of sneaking up to the pool and perhaps even skinny dipping. And after what Justin had witnessed last night as he peeped through the shower window, who knew what else they'd all get to do together.
"Well..." Peter said quietly, opening the bathroom door, to see both Justin and Jason standing there in their underwear, smiling knowingly at him. "Well, I'm supposed to meet with the stupid Counselor at 9:30, so whenever I get finished with that, we can all go..."
Peter almost had to laugh at the sight of the twins as they stood side by side in their white briefs. The boys were most certainly identical. They were both cute as buttons, with shoulder length sandy brown hair and identical soft brown eyes. Their bodies looked the same; lean, boyish and standing just over four foot ten. Peter glanced from one to the other, and grinned at the 'carbon copies' standing there in front of him. Both boys smiled back sweetly, accentuating four identical dimples in their cheeks.
Peter couldn't help but glance down, where he noticed that there was indeed one difference between the two twins, at least at that moment. Justin was sporting a nice bulge in his underwear, clearly pitching a pup tent as he stood there in front of Peter. The older boy grinned quietly and shook his head.
"Better put that thing away before you poke your eye out..." Peter giggled, and he reached down and playfully tweaked Justin's bulge. The boy looked down at himself, then blushed in surprise. His hands quickly shifted to cover himself up front.
"Uhh... Yeah, ok..." he stammered, slightly embarrassed. "I uh, I gotta' pee." And the boy hurried past Peter and into the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind himself.
With a little chuckle, Peter walked back to his bunk, and sitting down he fished out a fresh pair of ankle socks from his cabinet. He slipped them on and sat there for a moment looking across at his friend who was still sleeping in the next bunk. Leaning over with a mischievous smile, he gently pinched Dylon's nostrils shut. After a few seconds the other boy sputtered into wakefulness, opening his eyes and raising his head.
"Hey... Hey you dork." he grumbled through a smile, "What the hell was that for?"
"You gonna' sleep all day? It's almost breakfast." Peter replied, as he stood up from his own bunk, and pulled on a pair of shorts. Dylon rubbed his eyes, and yawning tiredly, he tossed his covers off and rolled slowly out of bed.
Some twenty minutes later, the boys all sat together in the main hall, slurping down cold cereal, and starting in on platefuls of scrambled eggs and breakfast sausage links. Peter and Dylon were talking quietly to each other when they heard giggling coming from the twins, who were sitting directly across the table from them.
They looked over to see Jason, holding one of the sausage links, and stroking it suggestively with his fingers as he looked back across the table at the two older boys. Both Peter and Dylon exchanged confused looks, not quite getting his intentions.
"What's he on about?" Dylon wondered.
"I don't know dude. Those two have been acting goofy all morning..." The twins looked at each other again and giggled knowingly between themselves, not daring to let on that they knew what had gone on in the showers last night.
When all the boys had finished breakfast, they helped clean up the table, one of the house rules, and then wandered outside. It was nearly nine a.m., and already the sun was warming the air, promising another fine summer day. It would be a great day to go exploring on the beach, and have some boylike fun.
"Well, I guess I better go in and see the Counselor then." Peter announced after a few minutes, with absolutely no enthusiasm. "As soon as I can get out of there, we can head up the beach and mess around!" He looked at the twins, who appeared more than ready to start in on this little adventure.
"We'll just hang out then. Maybe shoot some hoops or somethin' till you get back." Dylon offered. "Don't be too long, will ya."
"Hey, I don't want to be in there at all." Peter decried. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
Peter turned and went back inside, where he walked down the hallway toward the office and took a seat in the waiting area. He sat fidgeting there for about ten minutes, until the Counselor's door finally swung open and she stepped out with another boy whom she'd been meeting with.
She greeted Peter, ushering him inside the room, where he took a seat in front of the small desk, just as he had done the time before. Connie tucked a file away into one of the drawers, and then smiled warmly at Peter.
"So, how are you?" she asked him.
"I'm okay, thanks." Peter responded politely. She smiled again and tilted her head contemplatively to one side.
"Well that's good to hear Peter. Are you enjoying the retreat thus far? Made any new friends?" she asked casually as if in idle interest. But Peter suspected he knew the drill. She'd act all friendly and casual, meanwhile trying to read him. To lead him into talking about his parents.
"Yeah... Yeah it's been pretty cool here, mostly..." He said. 'Except for having to come in and talk to you.' he thought to himself. Then worried that she might have guessed his thought, he added, "And I've made a few friends here as well."
"That's good to hear." she said, with what appeared to be a pretentious smile. "Look, Peter, I know you don't want to talk about losing your parents... But, that's kind of my job." Peter squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, focusing on a paper clip that rested on her desk.
"There are quite a few kids in the same situation here at the Retreat, did you know that? Most of them don't really want to talk about it. It's difficult, to be sure. And like you, most of those other kids think, or pretend that they are handling things just fine. And as far as I know, you may well be, but... Losing someone is really hard to think about, let alone talk about it. Everyone has to deal with things in their own way, eventually."
Peter swallowed hard. He didn't want to be doing this, and he could feel his insides tighten with emotion. Right now, he wished that he could fly away like Peter Pan, just to get away from her... He looked down at his own hands, which were fidgeting in his lap. Whatever else happened, he was determined not to let himself cry.
"Peter, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, or to prolong any of this. I simply want you to have an outlet to get some things off your chest. Just saying things out loud sometimes puts a different light on it. It's ok to feel whatever you are feeling." She spoke quietly, deliberately.
Peter looked up, as if wanting to say something, but folding his arms across his chest, he looked away toward the window. They both sat quietly for a moment, with Connie intentionally giving his some time.
"Well," she said, "Again, I'm not here to push... If you want to talk to me, anytime... You can. Sometimes we feel afraid. Afraid that some scary thing is lurking just behind the door; so we don't open it. But you know what? Usually, what's behind the door isn't scary at all. The worst part is the fear of just opening the door in the first place! Do you understand what I'm saying Peter?"
The boy sat, staring again at the paper clip. He looked up at her, and nodded reluctantly. She smiled, and nodded back at him reassuringly.
How could he tell her what he was feeling? How could he tell her that he was angry. Angry at his parents” Angry that they had abandoned him, and he resented them for it. Certainly he knew that their deaths had been a terrible accident; and of course leaving him was not by choice. He knew that... But it didn't make him feel any less hurt, or betrayed. And even worse, alone.
"Peter, your Aunt Susan tells me that you've withdrawn from your friends. That you seem to spend a lot of time reading books, and fantasy stories. Any idea why that is." She prompted, sounding very much like a counselor now. Peter looked at her in silence for a long moment.
"It helps me..." he intoned defensively.
"Helps you how?" Connie persisted. Another long moment of silence.
"I can escape for awhile." Peter muttered finally. "I know it's not real. But when I'm reading, I can... I can escape into the story. Like in Peter Pan, I can just lose myself in the clouds. It's peaceful there..."
"I can understand how you'd think that Peter. But... Well, you really can't run from it. You need to deal with your feelings. It's important that you keep grounded, in the real world.
"Why?" Peter replied sharply, as if stating the obvious. "When I'm there like that, it's like I can fly above it all. Above the clouds. And when your feet don't touch the earth, well, you can’t feel all the things that hurt... It's safe there." He whispered the last bit, a slight catch in his voice.
"Peter, I think~~"
"Can I go now?" Peter asked softly. Connie looked tenderly at him.
"Sure. Yes of course. You know I'm here any time you need, or want to talk to me." She answered sincerely. Peter got off the chair and walked quietly to the door. He paused there for a moment, then looked back.
"It's safe there..." he said again quietly. Then he turned quickly and left her office... Still sitting at her desk, Connie sighed, a bit disappointed, but encouraged nonetheless...
Peter wandered out of the main complex, quietly wiping a tear from his eyes. He looked around, and found the other boys playing out on the tennis courts, throwing balls back and forth at each other in a loose form of ball tag; though it seemed many throws were being aimed at someone's nuts... He approached them with his hands thrust down disparagingly into his pockets, still thinking about what the counselor had said to him.
"So... How'd it go?" Dylon asked him seriously, looking at the dour look upon his face.
"Ehh... Ok I guess." Peter responded, looking idly out over the tennis courts.
"You okay then?"
"Yeah. Yeah sure." he offered quickly, wanting to drop the subject. "So you wanna' head up the beach then?" The other boy nodded just as the twins anxiously ran over to them.
"So we going or what?" Justin asked excitedly. Peter nodded at him. The twins grinned at one another, exchanging a high five in excited anticipation.
The four boys all headed back to their cabin to get ready. Peter slipped out of his shoes and pulled his socks off. He changed into some more casual board shorts. The other boys all did pretty much the same, losing unneeded socks and changing into shorts that they didn't mind messing up, if it came to that.
Finished, the boys all trooped out of the cabin and headed toward the trail the led down to the beach. It was only around ten o’clock, and already the day was warm, with the promise of a hot, sunny afternoon. The boys filed down the trail with the twins hurrying boisterously ahead, running anxiously to the beach. Peter and Dylon just grinned at one another, amused by the twins’ excitement.
After the long trek down, they finally reached the beach. There were several other kids, standing knee deep in the water, tossing rocks or otherwise playing on the sunny shore. Other than them however, the long stretch of beach seemed to be empty as far as the eye could see, save for the occasional Sandpiper, darting back and forth with the comings and going of the waterline.
The boys kicked off their shoes, tying the laces together and draping them around their necks to dangle loosely there. They had all removed their shirts as well, tucking them loosely into their shorts. They ran, playing happily and being every bit the quintessential image of eleven and twelve year old boys; distracted by every piece of driftwood, bump, or stump in the sand.
When they got to the spot where the creek headed up into the woods, they stopped and hid their shoes behind a large downed tree stump, ridding themselves of the extra burden. They had decided they wanted to explore further up the beach first, up near the sand dunes. They would come back afterwards and hike up to the hidden pond, or, Neverland as Peter was now calling it.
Wearing only shorts now, the boys chased around up the beach, frequently splashing in the water as it rolled in over bare feet. They all found appropriate sticks of driftwood; because what true explorer wasn't equipped with a walking staff, that could double as a broadsword when the need arose...
Of course Justin and Jason immediately engaged in a mock sword battle with themselves; occasionally jumped by Peter and Dylon, in a swashbuckling battle, worthy of any seafaring pirates.
Finally they reached an area where low sand dunes began to skirt the beach, blown there by the winds, and formed over time. Tall sea grasses grew there in the sand, and swayed listlessly in the steady breeze that came across the water from far away lands. Peter closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of wind in his face.
He could hear the sounds of the grass, as it swished and swayed in the breeze at his feet. He could feel the warmth of the sun washing over his bare chest; and it all felt remarkably freeing to him. It was wonderful. He put his fists on his hips and stood, his back strait, his chest out in defiance of the wind. A stellar pose that looked a bit like... Like Peter Pan himself. He turned his head and smiled boyishly at his troop.
"This is it boys." he announced, looking at the twins. "It's time for your initiation to become part of the Lost Boys." The twins stopped their boyish play. Justin was already kneeling in the sand, with his brother standing next to him. "Lads... It's time to be free. We're boys, and we do what we want to do, and not what adults tell us to do. This is our time, yeah...!"
"Yeah..." Dylon shouted alongside him in agreement. The twins looked at one another and grinned.
"Then be free..." Peter barked into the wind. With that, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and boldly yanked them to the ground leaving him completely naked. Dylon grinned, and in solidarity he immediately stripped off his shorts. The twins glanced at one another again, then back at the two naked boys standing there in front of them atop the dune.
This indeed was freedom. With a huge grin, Jason hoped to his feet and the twins both peeled their shorts off to stand bare assed naked along with their two comrades.
Peter and Dylon looked at the twins. Like everything else, their genitals were identical as well. Both lads were circumcised, hairless, and sported three inches of flaccid boy dick. Their testicles hung loosely in smooth purses of soft lamb skin. They all grinned unabashedly at one another.
"Lost Boys..." Peter shouted above the wind. The other's quickly echoed his yell. "Lost Boys..." he bellowed even louder. The others shouted in refrain. At once, they all began running about in pure unabridged freedom, hollering joyously. What a sight it was. Four beautifully naked boys; tanned and cavorting openly on the beach, seemingly without a care or worry in the world.
Though Peter wasn't necessarily aware of it at the time, this was in fact the first time since his parents had passed away, that he had felt some kind of control in his life. He was on his own terms at this moment, and his 'Lost Boys' seemed happy to follow his leadership. He smiled as they all scrambled boyishly about.
The youngsters ran up and down amongst the dunes, darting and playing as boys, and chasing each other like unfettered nymphs, flitting tirelessly about. They sprung upon one another, wrestling and tumbling together in the sand. So engaged, that not one of them gave a thought to their nakedness. There was not an ounce of shyness, nor embarrassment as their naked bodies flew about, entangled with one another, and flopped freely in the open ocean air.
The boys played and sweated together, piling on top of one another, and laughing happily as they rolled in the dunes. They hollered with boylike joy as they grabbed, groped, twisted and tangled with each other. Playfully snagging handfuls of hair and other appendages from toes to genitals, and everything in between. They continued on until so exhausted, that they fell in a tangled mess on the sand, draped all over each other. Hand over chest, leg over torso, foot over arm, head resting on sweaty belly... And they laughed. Oh how they laughed.
Peter turned his tired head, and only inches from his face, Justin's youthful penis lay limply against his leg. Peter's eyes widened with youthful curiosity, and without a thought, he reached over and gave the limp appendage a playful little squeeze with his fingers.
Justin yelped in mock surprise and looked over at him, but made no real effort to push Peter's hand aside. Peter glanced back at him, and smiled boyishly. The truth of it was, Justin was not apposed, nor stranger to such contact. He and his brother Jason had oft times engaged in youthful experimentation and sexual boyplay.
It was innocent enough, all part of the vastly inquisitive nature of being a boy. There was a quiet giggle on the other side of Peter, and the other twin, Jason, sat up knowingly as he watched the playful little exchange.
All the boys gathered their energy then, and sat up in the sand in a tight little circle. Sitting in close quarters now, the curious boys looked boldly at each others nakedness for the first time, smiling inquisitively at one another. The twins seemed quite fascinated by the two older boys, and the fact that neither of them were circumcised.
"That looks kinda' cool..." Justin whispered, leaning in, and staring unflinchingly at Dylon' foreskin. Dylon reached down and lifted his penis, wiggling it playfully. He peeled back his foreskin, then looked up to see the intrigued look on both Justin and Jason's faces.
"Whoa... That's so cool." Jason breathed appreciatively, as he leaned in to examine the exposed knob more closely. "Your dickhead looks kinda purple..." he noted. Then he looked over at Peter. "Is yours the same way?" he wondered.
Peter shrugged and replied, "I guess..." As he reached down to skin his own boyhood back.
"Whoa that's so awesome." Justin reiterated. By this time the youngster was clearly exited, and had pretty much boned up, as he reached down and pinched his own tumescent boytube between his fingers, apparently unembarrassed by his stiffness. "Mine and Jason's are more pinkish..." he noted, squeezing his own glans again.
Dylon's dick was swelling as well by this point, and he fingered it playfully, to help himself along. This sudden 'show and tell' session seemed to be without boundaries, as Jason scooted even closer to him, and reached out an inquisitive finger to touch Dylon's swollen plum. Caught up in the moment now, all four boys were quickly becoming erect.
Peter looked over at Dylon and shook his head with a bemused smile. He never would have thought any of this was going to happen. It had started out as boys, being boys... And, apparently it still was, in spades...
"So, did you guys really jerk each other off?" Jason asked suddenly, looking at Peter. The two older boys snapped a look of surprise at each other.
"How the hell did you know that?" Dylon barked. Jason shrugged and looked guiltily at his twin brother Justin, who was suddenly blushing sheepishly. He looked down with a more than guilty look on his face.
"I... I sorta saw you guys." Justin confessed a little fearfully.
"What? When... What are you talking about?" Peter demanded.
"It wasn't on purpose... Really... Um, you know when you two went to take a shower last night, well... I wasn't trying to spy on you guys. I just wanted to go with you. So after you left I got up and pulled my shorts on and I followed you over to the shower building. But, I wasn't sure if it was ok to come in, so, well.... I kinda peeked in the window to see if it was alright.... I didn't mean to sneak, honest...
"And you saw us in there?" Dylon prompted.
"Yeah... It was... Well, kinda' awesome really." he said, blushing. "So after you guys, you know, kinda' whacked each other off, I ran back to the cabin. Jason was asleep, but, I guess I kinda told him about it this morning. Please don't be mad... I didn't mean to spy, honest..." The two older boys looked at each other. It seemed rather embarrassing at the moment, but then, here they all were, sitting around in the sand with hard-on's, so, how embarrassing could it really be?
"So... It didn't bother you that we did that; jerked each other off I mean?!" Dylon questioned further. The twins shook their heads.
"Nu-uh..." Justin said. "Jason and me, well, we've kinda' done it before..." he confessed. Peter and Dylon exchanged surprised looks, and then the two older boys began to laugh, and soon Justin and Jason were giggling as well.
With any tension now gone, the boys continued to sit, each idly fingering themselves.
Jason was still more than curious, and without really seeking permission, he reached over and touched Peter's stiffened boy peg, running his finger inquisitively over his four and a half inch shaft. Peter shivered at his touch, totally surprised by it, but not surprised that he was delighted by how good it felt.
More boldly now, Jason grabbed Peter's rigid prong and fondled it gently, examining the strange clutch of foreskin that covered the older boy's knob. This was the second time in two days that someone had touched Peter's privates. It was still so weird, so foreign, yet wonderfully compelling at the same time.
He'd never even considered doing such things in the past, and yet now, here he was being touched by another boy. He closed his eyes as Jason idly explored, peeling back Peter's foreskin, totally mesmerized by the thin sheath of flesh, and equally as fascinated by the purple plum he had just exposed beneath it. The boy ran his fingertip over the engorged knob, sending more shivers through Peter's young body. His penis twitched, and Jason's eyes widened again in awed excitement.
Dylon meanwhile, had propped himself up on his elbow, and watched intently, equally turned on by the proceedings going on between the other boys. He scooted himself closer, to get a good look as Jason continued his boylike probing. There was something very sensual, and erotic about watching two other boys play like this.
With secret desires of his own, Dylon continued to finger himself as he watched. He closed his eyes and licked his dry lips in excited pleasure. But his eyes snapped open again suddenly, as someone's warm fingers had taken hold of his own erection. And there was Justin, the other twin. He, like his brother, wanted to explore an uncircumcised penis, and he did so now.
The younger boy rubbed his finger gently over the older boy's purple tip, sending shudders through Dylon's body. The older boy's penis twitched suddenly, and Justin's eyes went wide with sudden excitement, as a pearlescent bead of wetness leaked from the older boy's reddened pee slit.
"Oh god...." Dylon breathed, as Justin recklessly fondled his rod, probing a fingertip through the sticky wet globule and smearing it on his glans.
"What's this?" Justin wondered aloud, just as another droplet squeezed from the tip. "Did you just cum?" Justin asked, wide eyed.
"Unnchh..." Dylon grimaced, resisting the inclination to do just that. "No... No that's precum dude... You know, like... Precum." Justin looked closely at the honey-like droplets, then looked over at his brother who was still fondling Peter.
"Did you see this?" Justin asked his brother, lifting his sticky finger.
"Yeah." Jason said excitedly, "Peter's leaking like that too..."
"So, I'm guessing maybe you guys don't squirt yet." Peter stated, looking at the twins.
"I do..." Justin shot back proudly. "Well, not really. I thought I did once, cause there was wetness on my pee hole, and It looked kinda' like this stuff." he said, poking his finger back into Dylon's pearly droplets of semen, which still slimed his slit. The younger boy rubbed the substance between his finger and thumb, then sniffed at it curiously.
"Wanna taste it?" Peter asked jokingly, grinning at him.
"What? Hell no..." Jason answered, scrunching up his nose.
"Awe, why not. It tastes good doesn't it Dylon?" Peter grinned, winking at Dylon.
"Yeah, no doubt." Dylon played along. "Besides, that's your initiation to be a Lost Boy. You have to taste it." He looked back at Peter and grinned slyly. The twins exchanged doubtful looks, as if really thinking about it. But Peter let them off the hook.
"Na... You guys don't really have to do that. We're just messin' around with ya." But to everyone's surprise, Justin grinned, then lowered his head and licked the precum from Dylon's reddened slit.
"Oh fuck...." Dylon sighed, his back arching in intense pleasure; Justin raised his head, licking softly on his lips.
"Mmm... That's really not bad." he remarked with a surprised smile. Jason looked at him dubiously, then looked back at Peter's dripping knob. He shrugged, trusting his brother, and dropped his lips over Peter's inflamed tip, licking the sticky goo directly from the source.
"Whoa..." Peter exclaimed in surprised tones, jerking a little as Jason licked him. He twisted with unexpected pleasure. "Holy fuck..." he breathed, as the younger boy continued to tongue his swollen glans. "Jason what the... What the... Oh... Oh shit that feels soooo awesome..."
Not to be outdone by his twin, Justin smiled, then dropped down and engulfed Dylon's knob, sucking on it with boyish vigor. Dylon cringed again, his head flew back in ecstasy as the younger boy sucked wetly on the raw tip of the older boy's tool.
The twelve-year-olds both groaned with unexpected delight as the twins effectively, at their own bidding, gave them their first ever, and totally unexpected blowjobs; sucking the older boys into a wild frenzy. More precum flowed, the twins lapped it down with insatiable pleasure, until Peter simply couldn't take anymore.
"Jason, you're gonna' make me cum dude, pull off..." he begged, and reluctantly he pushed Jason's head away from his groin. Jason was not to be denied however, and he quickly grasped Peter's throbbing, spit soaked boyhood in his fingers and began stroking him with purpose.
"Uhhh, uhhh, Oh god, shittttttt......" Peter convulsed again, and just as he had warned, honey-like batter suddenly ejaculated forcefully from his undulating boy sized penis... It squirted up across his belly and over his sparsely populated pubic mound. Three generous spurts of semi mature boy juice, and several oozing pulses which dripped over Jason's slender fingers.
"Uhhhhh... Oh fuck...." Peter moaned again loudly, his eyes now squeezed shut. "Oh shit, oh god that's so fucking awesome..." he panted. “So fucking awesome..."
Kneeling near them, Justin grinned broadly again. He glanced at the satisfied look on his brother’s face, then turned and sunk back onto Dylon's moist boy prong. He began sucking the swollen purple tip, while at the same time, jacking off the older boy down below. It didn't take long, and suddenly Dylon moaned in a gravel voiced tone. His legs twitched wildly, his torso contorted as tingles raged through his pubescent body. Dylon's testicles drew up in their wrinkled pouch.
"Here he comes..." Jason quipped from alongside them. Justin pulled off, just as the first sloppy spurt erupted from the older boy's heaving appendage. Sticky boy sauce flew wildly from the engorged boy sausage. The first shot caught the retreating Justin on the cheek, the other spurts spattered up onto Dylon's heaving belly, and onto the crook of his arm...
In all, three plentiful squirts of juicy boy seed, had been expelled there on the beach, and he had moaned loudly with delight. A nearby seagull took flight, and seemed to cry out indignantly from above, perhaps startled by the vocal outburst of human orgasm...
It had been an intense several minutes, and now, dazed and amazed, all four naked boys lay back quietly on the sand to unravel from those crazy moments. What had just happened here? Peter wondered... A day of boys exploring on the beach, had become a day of boys exploring each other.
And of all things, the younger boys, Justin and Jason had essentially been the ones who had taken the initiative here. The insatiable twins, who shared the same bedroom night after night, and had experimented sexually quite a few times with one another. And why not?
Sex play always felt good, and with twins sleeping in the same room, the opportunity was always at hand. Of course this time, right here, right now, the twins had been in the company of the two older boys; boys who had foreskin, and could actually cum... Yes, it was the overly curious younger boys who had taken the surprising lead here; and Dylon, who had his own personal secrets and desires, was not complaining in the least about what had just transpired.
"That was so awesome guys..." Dylon breathed, quite contentedly. "That was so friggen wild... I can't believe you guys even did that..." The twins just grinned sheepishly at one another, as they all continued to lay in the warmth of the sand.
After half minute or so, Dylon rolled onto his side and looked over at Peter. "Guess that really makes them Lost Boys then..." He suggested. Peter, grinned and nodded in total agreement. "And," Dylon said, with a gleam in his eyes, "We'll have to return the favor at some point..." he smiled slyly as he reached over and tweaked Justin's limp boy noodle... The twins looked at each other with impish grins...
They continued to lay there, each in his own restful thoughts, and each basking in the warming sun. Peter was still quietly amazed. He glanced over at the three other naked boys and smiled to himself. Running around naked was a fantasy, a way for him to escape life's hardened rules. A way to help him feel like he was in control of his life, instead of having bad things happen to him so randomly.
Finally, Dylon scrambled to his feet. Dried sweat, sand and even spent bodily fluids clung to his bare skin. He ran toward the water, letting out a joyfully boyish whoop. The twins sprung up, and ran laughing after him into the water. Peter smiled contentedly as he took his feet atop the sand dune.
He smiled, absorbing it all through closed eyes. He raised his arms out to the side, angled back like wings, as the sea breeze blew steadily across his naked skin. He could hear the sea grasses which rustled all around him, swirling in the wind. He could hear the quiet rush of the water, as it rolled in upon itself along the shore. And he could here the giggles of his Lost Boys, as they danced about in the incoming surf.
Peter was feeling a strange contentment. Something he'd not felt in months. A line from his book came to him; 'To live would be an awfully big adventure.' His smile broadened into a grin, and he flew across the sand, joining his friends to splash in the cleansing waters.
They laughed, enjoying this most excellent of experiences. Boys... Glistening wet, young and strong naked bodies, frolicking aimlessly at the water's edge; without inhibitions, or thoughts of shyness. It was the perfect moment.
Feeling refreshed and renewed, they finally wandered back to the dunes to collect their shorts, and quite reluctantly, put them back on again. They chattered happily amongst themselves as they headed back down the beach toward the creek and the large driftwood log where they'd left their shoes and shirts..
When they finally got back to that spot they rinsed their feet and faces in the freshwater of the creek; and since it was getting on in the afternoon, they decided that they would save the hike up the creek, leading to the forest pool until the following day. After all, they had all had quite the adventurous day already.
So the boys gathered their things, and headed back along the beach toward the trail, which led back to the Retreat. The twins, who seemed boundless with energy, ran ahead again battling one another with their driftwood swords. Peter and Dylon walked along behind them, talking casually between themselves, enjoying their new found friendship. Dylon had draped his arm over Peter's shoulder, as boyhood friends seem to do.
"That was really wild today, huh..." Dylon remarked.
"I'll say." Peter responded. "Quite the adventure for the Lost Boys."
"Quite an adventure for us as well." Dylon pointed out. "I mean, holy shit, the twins kinda' sucked us off..." Peter nodded, smiling slightly, but also feeling a little bit embarrassed by it now.
"So... Did you like it?" Dylon wondered, glancing at his friend.
"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that to happen..." Peter sidestepped the question.
"Yeah, but... But did you like it?" Dylon asked again.
"I mean... Yeah, I suppose. It was kinda weird but..."
"But it felt really good too..." Dylon finished, studying him intently. Peter glanced back at him and smiled, nodding slightly.
"Yeah, yeah if felt really good..." Peter agreed finally. Dylon smiled back at him, then looked ahead as they walked. He wanted to talk about it further with Peter, but just as he had decided to do so, they had reached the start of the trail, and the twins had drifted back toward them, chattering incessantly.
The boys slipped back into their shoes and shirts, which they had carried to this point, and then started up the trail. Whatever conversation Dylon had wanted to have, would apparently have to wait for another time.
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~~End of Chapter Two~~
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**Excerpt from Previous Chapter
Justin's thin lips were a tight line of concentration now though, as he lay in his bunk, busily jerking himself off. He and his brother were no strangers to the kind of mutual masturbation that he had just witnessed, after all, the twins frequently did it together themselves; and did a lot more than that, actually... Twins, go figure... But Justin was on a solo effort now, his brother fast asleep in the next bunk.
The boy fingered himself with due diligence, enjoying the various tingles that were beginning to race through his tummy. He and his brother had discovered this secret pleasure just recently, and had been busy perfecting their technique ever since. Though neither boy was actually squirting anything yet, their frequent dry cum's were certainly intense, and well worth their effort.
Justin, still thinking about the older boys, continued his fever pitched effort, and soon his eyes rolled back under closed lids, and soprano like squeaks of joy escaped his soft lips. His flat tummy drew inward as his thighs went numb with those deep seeded tingles. Justin's slender hips rose off the bunk and his young body quaked in joyful seizure... "Uhnnnnch...." he peeped, as his three and a half inch flute went through the motions of expelling invisible boy seed.
"Mmm..." he sighed quietly, and his drained hips sank back to the bunk. The boy licked dry lips, and smiled drunkenly into the darkness. Finished now, Justin pulled up his undies, and lay quietly. He was anxious to tell his brother what he had seen the older boys do.
And more importantly, he wanted to do it with them. It would be an exciting change from the boyplay he frequently shared with his twin... Sleep washed over the contented youngster, and tomorrow promised to be a big day. He and his brother would become two of Peter's Lost Boys…. **
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Peter woke the following morning and stretched in his bed. As he lay there staring up at the ceiling, he remembered the odd, yet fantastic experience he had shared with his new friend Dylon in the showers the night before... It had been totally unexpected, totally unplanned. It was the first time anyone else had ever touched his penis, and it was a pleasant surprise. He recalled how nice it had felt; someone else's fingers fondling his boyhood; and even further, actually masturbating him. The thought of it now made him shiver, and his youthful penis stir.
Lying on his back, Peter turned his head to the left to look over at the boy he'd shared the unusual experience with. Dylon was still sound asleep in the next bunk, sleeping on his stomach with his mouth slightly open. The other boy's breathing was calm and relaxed, and his soft brown hair lay in a disheveled tangle over his forehead. Peter smiled softly, then yawned as he propped himself up on his elbows.
He glanced around the room and saw that the other boys were all still sleeping. Well, everyone but the twins, Justin and Jason. They were lying on top of their own bunks staring directly back at him with rather silly grins on their faces.
"What?" Peter whispered at them. The twins only looked at each other and giggled quietly to themselves. Peter had no idea that Justin had been spying, and had seen him the night before, messing around in the showers with his friend Dylon. And of course, Justin had quickly blabbed the entire story to his identical twin Jason, the moment they had woken that morning...
Peter assumed now that the two boys were just being weird; acting oddly, as identical twins seem wont to do. Perhaps the pair were excited, that today he and Dylon would take them up the beach to the creek, and they would be initiated into Peter and Dylon's informal little group. The twins would become two of Peter's Lost Boys...
Dismissing the twins, Peter threw off his covers, and getting out of bed he stood and stretched, yawning once again. The twelve-year-old padded softly to the back of the cabin and went into the small bathroom, where he positioned himself in front of the toilet. Still a bit tired he pulled down the front of his underwear and gently holding his flaccid tool, he began to pee into the porcelain bowl.
Closing his eyes, his thoughts drifted back to the previous night, and the way the other boy had fingered his boyhood. He smiled, and squeezed his penis now, trying to imagine it was the other boy's fingers, diddling him again. It felt good of course, and as he finished peeing, he noted that his penis was beginning to stiffen now between his fingers. He contemplated taking a quick wank, but just then there was a quiet knock at the bathroom door.
Startled, Peter's eyes popped open, and he covered himself involuntarily. "Uh, what?" he called out in low, all most embarrassed tones. "I'm almost finished."
"We just wanted to know when we were gonna' go up the beach?" Justin asked quietly through the door. Yes, the twins were indeed anxious to be included, and taking part in the fun of sneaking up to the pool and perhaps even skinny dipping. And after what Justin had witnessed last night as he peeped through the shower window, who knew what else they'd all get to do together.
"Well..." Peter said quietly, opening the bathroom door, to see both Justin and Jason standing there in their underwear, smiling knowingly at him. "Well, I'm supposed to meet with the stupid Counselor at 9:30, so whenever I get finished with that, we can all go..."
Peter almost had to laugh at the sight of the twins as they stood side by side in their white briefs. The boys were most certainly identical. They were both cute as buttons, with shoulder length sandy brown hair and identical soft brown eyes. Their bodies looked the same; lean, boyish and standing just over four foot ten. Peter glanced from one to the other, and grinned at the 'carbon copies' standing there in front of him. Both boys smiled back sweetly, accentuating four identical dimples in their cheeks.
Peter couldn't help but glance down, where he noticed that there was indeed one difference between the two twins, at least at that moment. Justin was sporting a nice bulge in his underwear, clearly pitching a pup tent as he stood there in front of Peter. The older boy grinned quietly and shook his head.
"Better put that thing away before you poke your eye out..." Peter giggled, and he reached down and playfully tweaked Justin's bulge. The boy looked down at himself, then blushed in surprise. His hands quickly shifted to cover himself up front.
"Uhh... Yeah, ok..." he stammered, slightly embarrassed. "I uh, I gotta' pee." And the boy hurried past Peter and into the bathroom, quickly closing the door behind himself.
With a little chuckle, Peter walked back to his bunk, and sitting down he fished out a fresh pair of ankle socks from his cabinet. He slipped them on and sat there for a moment looking across at his friend who was still sleeping in the next bunk. Leaning over with a mischievous smile, he gently pinched Dylon's nostrils shut. After a few seconds the other boy sputtered into wakefulness, opening his eyes and raising his head.
"Hey... Hey you dork." he grumbled through a smile, "What the hell was that for?"
"You gonna' sleep all day? It's almost breakfast." Peter replied, as he stood up from his own bunk, and pulled on a pair of shorts. Dylon rubbed his eyes, and yawning tiredly, he tossed his covers off and rolled slowly out of bed.
Some twenty minutes later, the boys all sat together in the main hall, slurping down cold cereal, and starting in on platefuls of scrambled eggs and breakfast sausage links. Peter and Dylon were talking quietly to each other when they heard giggling coming from the twins, who were sitting directly across the table from them.
They looked over to see Jason, holding one of the sausage links, and stroking it suggestively with his fingers as he looked back across the table at the two older boys. Both Peter and Dylon exchanged confused looks, not quite getting his intentions.
"What's he on about?" Dylon wondered.
"I don't know dude. Those two have been acting goofy all morning..." The twins looked at each other again and giggled knowingly between themselves, not daring to let on that they knew what had gone on in the showers last night.
When all the boys had finished breakfast, they helped clean up the table, one of the house rules, and then wandered outside. It was nearly nine a.m., and already the sun was warming the air, promising another fine summer day. It would be a great day to go exploring on the beach, and have some boylike fun.
"Well, I guess I better go in and see the Counselor then." Peter announced after a few minutes, with absolutely no enthusiasm. "As soon as I can get out of there, we can head up the beach and mess around!" He looked at the twins, who appeared more than ready to start in on this little adventure.
"We'll just hang out then. Maybe shoot some hoops or somethin' till you get back." Dylon offered. "Don't be too long, will ya."
"Hey, I don't want to be in there at all." Peter decried. "I'll be back as soon as I can."
Peter turned and went back inside, where he walked down the hallway toward the office and took a seat in the waiting area. He sat fidgeting there for about ten minutes, until the Counselor's door finally swung open and she stepped out with another boy whom she'd been meeting with.
She greeted Peter, ushering him inside the room, where he took a seat in front of the small desk, just as he had done the time before. Connie tucked a file away into one of the drawers, and then smiled warmly at Peter.
"So, how are you?" she asked him.
"I'm okay, thanks." Peter responded politely. She smiled again and tilted her head contemplatively to one side.
"Well that's good to hear Peter. Are you enjoying the retreat thus far? Made any new friends?" she asked casually as if in idle interest. But Peter suspected he knew the drill. She'd act all friendly and casual, meanwhile trying to read him. To lead him into talking about his parents.
"Yeah... Yeah it's been pretty cool here, mostly..." He said. 'Except for having to come in and talk to you.' he thought to himself. Then worried that she might have guessed his thought, he added, "And I've made a few friends here as well."
"That's good to hear." she said, with what appeared to be a pretentious smile. "Look, Peter, I know you don't want to talk about losing your parents... But, that's kind of my job." Peter squirmed uncomfortably in his seat, focusing on a paper clip that rested on her desk.
"There are quite a few kids in the same situation here at the Retreat, did you know that? Most of them don't really want to talk about it. It's difficult, to be sure. And like you, most of those other kids think, or pretend that they are handling things just fine. And as far as I know, you may well be, but... Losing someone is really hard to think about, let alone talk about it. Everyone has to deal with things in their own way, eventually."
Peter swallowed hard. He didn't want to be doing this, and he could feel his insides tighten with emotion. Right now, he wished that he could fly away like Peter Pan, just to get away from her... He looked down at his own hands, which were fidgeting in his lap. Whatever else happened, he was determined not to let himself cry.
"Peter, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, or to prolong any of this. I simply want you to have an outlet to get some things off your chest. Just saying things out loud sometimes puts a different light on it. It's ok to feel whatever you are feeling." She spoke quietly, deliberately.
Peter looked up, as if wanting to say something, but folding his arms across his chest, he looked away toward the window. They both sat quietly for a moment, with Connie intentionally giving his some time.
"Well," she said, "Again, I'm not here to push... If you want to talk to me, anytime... You can. Sometimes we feel afraid. Afraid that some scary thing is lurking just behind the door; so we don't open it. But you know what? Usually, what's behind the door isn't scary at all. The worst part is the fear of just opening the door in the first place! Do you understand what I'm saying Peter?"
The boy sat, staring again at the paper clip. He looked up at her, and nodded reluctantly. She smiled, and nodded back at him reassuringly.
How could he tell her what he was feeling? How could he tell her that he was angry. Angry at his parents” Angry that they had abandoned him, and he resented them for it. Certainly he knew that their deaths had been a terrible accident; and of course leaving him was not by choice. He knew that... But it didn't make him feel any less hurt, or betrayed. And even worse, alone.
"Peter, your Aunt Susan tells me that you've withdrawn from your friends. That you seem to spend a lot of time reading books, and fantasy stories. Any idea why that is." She prompted, sounding very much like a counselor now. Peter looked at her in silence for a long moment.
"It helps me..." he intoned defensively.
"Helps you how?" Connie persisted. Another long moment of silence.
"I can escape for awhile." Peter muttered finally. "I know it's not real. But when I'm reading, I can... I can escape into the story. Like in Peter Pan, I can just lose myself in the clouds. It's peaceful there..."
"I can understand how you'd think that Peter. But... Well, you really can't run from it. You need to deal with your feelings. It's important that you keep grounded, in the real world.
"Why?" Peter replied sharply, as if stating the obvious. "When I'm there like that, it's like I can fly above it all. Above the clouds. And when your feet don't touch the earth, well, you can’t feel all the things that hurt... It's safe there." He whispered the last bit, a slight catch in his voice.
"Peter, I think~~"
"Can I go now?" Peter asked softly. Connie looked tenderly at him.
"Sure. Yes of course. You know I'm here any time you need, or want to talk to me." She answered sincerely. Peter got off the chair and walked quietly to the door. He paused there for a moment, then looked back.
"It's safe there..." he said again quietly. Then he turned quickly and left her office... Still sitting at her desk, Connie sighed, a bit disappointed, but encouraged nonetheless...
Peter wandered out of the main complex, quietly wiping a tear from his eyes. He looked around, and found the other boys playing out on the tennis courts, throwing balls back and forth at each other in a loose form of ball tag; though it seemed many throws were being aimed at someone's nuts... He approached them with his hands thrust down disparagingly into his pockets, still thinking about what the counselor had said to him.
"So... How'd it go?" Dylon asked him seriously, looking at the dour look upon his face.
"Ehh... Ok I guess." Peter responded, looking idly out over the tennis courts.
"You okay then?"
"Yeah. Yeah sure." he offered quickly, wanting to drop the subject. "So you wanna' head up the beach then?" The other boy nodded just as the twins anxiously ran over to them.
"So we going or what?" Justin asked excitedly. Peter nodded at him. The twins grinned at one another, exchanging a high five in excited anticipation.
The four boys all headed back to their cabin to get ready. Peter slipped out of his shoes and pulled his socks off. He changed into some more casual board shorts. The other boys all did pretty much the same, losing unneeded socks and changing into shorts that they didn't mind messing up, if it came to that.
Finished, the boys all trooped out of the cabin and headed toward the trail the led down to the beach. It was only around ten o’clock, and already the day was warm, with the promise of a hot, sunny afternoon. The boys filed down the trail with the twins hurrying boisterously ahead, running anxiously to the beach. Peter and Dylon just grinned at one another, amused by the twins’ excitement.
After the long trek down, they finally reached the beach. There were several other kids, standing knee deep in the water, tossing rocks or otherwise playing on the sunny shore. Other than them however, the long stretch of beach seemed to be empty as far as the eye could see, save for the occasional Sandpiper, darting back and forth with the comings and going of the waterline.
The boys kicked off their shoes, tying the laces together and draping them around their necks to dangle loosely there. They had all removed their shirts as well, tucking them loosely into their shorts. They ran, playing happily and being every bit the quintessential image of eleven and twelve year old boys; distracted by every piece of driftwood, bump, or stump in the sand.
When they got to the spot where the creek headed up into the woods, they stopped and hid their shoes behind a large downed tree stump, ridding themselves of the extra burden. They had decided they wanted to explore further up the beach first, up near the sand dunes. They would come back afterwards and hike up to the hidden pond, or, Neverland as Peter was now calling it.
Wearing only shorts now, the boys chased around up the beach, frequently splashing in the water as it rolled in over bare feet. They all found appropriate sticks of driftwood; because what true explorer wasn't equipped with a walking staff, that could double as a broadsword when the need arose...
Of course Justin and Jason immediately engaged in a mock sword battle with themselves; occasionally jumped by Peter and Dylon, in a swashbuckling battle, worthy of any seafaring pirates.
Finally they reached an area where low sand dunes began to skirt the beach, blown there by the winds, and formed over time. Tall sea grasses grew there in the sand, and swayed listlessly in the steady breeze that came across the water from far away lands. Peter closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of wind in his face.
He could hear the sounds of the grass, as it swished and swayed in the breeze at his feet. He could feel the warmth of the sun washing over his bare chest; and it all felt remarkably freeing to him. It was wonderful. He put his fists on his hips and stood, his back strait, his chest out in defiance of the wind. A stellar pose that looked a bit like... Like Peter Pan himself. He turned his head and smiled boyishly at his troop.
"This is it boys." he announced, looking at the twins. "It's time for your initiation to become part of the Lost Boys." The twins stopped their boyish play. Justin was already kneeling in the sand, with his brother standing next to him. "Lads... It's time to be free. We're boys, and we do what we want to do, and not what adults tell us to do. This is our time, yeah...!"
"Yeah..." Dylon shouted alongside him in agreement. The twins looked at one another and grinned.
"Then be free..." Peter barked into the wind. With that, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and boldly yanked them to the ground leaving him completely naked. Dylon grinned, and in solidarity he immediately stripped off his shorts. The twins glanced at one another again, then back at the two naked boys standing there in front of them atop the dune.
This indeed was freedom. With a huge grin, Jason hoped to his feet and the twins both peeled their shorts off to stand bare assed naked along with their two comrades.
Peter and Dylon looked at the twins. Like everything else, their genitals were identical as well. Both lads were circumcised, hairless, and sported three inches of flaccid boy dick. Their testicles hung loosely in smooth purses of soft lamb skin. They all grinned unabashedly at one another.
"Lost Boys..." Peter shouted above the wind. The other's quickly echoed his yell. "Lost Boys..." he bellowed even louder. The others shouted in refrain. At once, they all began running about in pure unabridged freedom, hollering joyously. What a sight it was. Four beautifully naked boys; tanned and cavorting openly on the beach, seemingly without a care or worry in the world.
Though Peter wasn't necessarily aware of it at the time, this was in fact the first time since his parents had passed away, that he had felt some kind of control in his life. He was on his own terms at this moment, and his 'Lost Boys' seemed happy to follow his leadership. He smiled as they all scrambled boyishly about.
The youngsters ran up and down amongst the dunes, darting and playing as boys, and chasing each other like unfettered nymphs, flitting tirelessly about. They sprung upon one another, wrestling and tumbling together in the sand. So engaged, that not one of them gave a thought to their nakedness. There was not an ounce of shyness, nor embarrassment as their naked bodies flew about, entangled with one another, and flopped freely in the open ocean air.
The boys played and sweated together, piling on top of one another, and laughing happily as they rolled in the dunes. They hollered with boylike joy as they grabbed, groped, twisted and tangled with each other. Playfully snagging handfuls of hair and other appendages from toes to genitals, and everything in between. They continued on until so exhausted, that they fell in a tangled mess on the sand, draped all over each other. Hand over chest, leg over torso, foot over arm, head resting on sweaty belly... And they laughed. Oh how they laughed.
Peter turned his tired head, and only inches from his face, Justin's youthful penis lay limply against his leg. Peter's eyes widened with youthful curiosity, and without a thought, he reached over and gave the limp appendage a playful little squeeze with his fingers.
Justin yelped in mock surprise and looked over at him, but made no real effort to push Peter's hand aside. Peter glanced back at him, and smiled boyishly. The truth of it was, Justin was not apposed, nor stranger to such contact. He and his brother Jason had oft times engaged in youthful experimentation and sexual boyplay.
It was innocent enough, all part of the vastly inquisitive nature of being a boy. There was a quiet giggle on the other side of Peter, and the other twin, Jason, sat up knowingly as he watched the playful little exchange.
All the boys gathered their energy then, and sat up in the sand in a tight little circle. Sitting in close quarters now, the curious boys looked boldly at each others nakedness for the first time, smiling inquisitively at one another. The twins seemed quite fascinated by the two older boys, and the fact that neither of them were circumcised.
"That looks kinda' cool..." Justin whispered, leaning in, and staring unflinchingly at Dylon' foreskin. Dylon reached down and lifted his penis, wiggling it playfully. He peeled back his foreskin, then looked up to see the intrigued look on both Justin and Jason's faces.
"Whoa... That's so cool." Jason breathed appreciatively, as he leaned in to examine the exposed knob more closely. "Your dickhead looks kinda purple..." he noted. Then he looked over at Peter. "Is yours the same way?" he wondered.
Peter shrugged and replied, "I guess..." As he reached down to skin his own boyhood back.
"Whoa that's so awesome." Justin reiterated. By this time the youngster was clearly exited, and had pretty much boned up, as he reached down and pinched his own tumescent boytube between his fingers, apparently unembarrassed by his stiffness. "Mine and Jason's are more pinkish..." he noted, squeezing his own glans again.
Dylon's dick was swelling as well by this point, and he fingered it playfully, to help himself along. This sudden 'show and tell' session seemed to be without boundaries, as Jason scooted even closer to him, and reached out an inquisitive finger to touch Dylon's swollen plum. Caught up in the moment now, all four boys were quickly becoming erect.
Peter looked over at Dylon and shook his head with a bemused smile. He never would have thought any of this was going to happen. It had started out as boys, being boys... And, apparently it still was, in spades...
"So, did you guys really jerk each other off?" Jason asked suddenly, looking at Peter. The two older boys snapped a look of surprise at each other.
"How the hell did you know that?" Dylon barked. Jason shrugged and looked guiltily at his twin brother Justin, who was suddenly blushing sheepishly. He looked down with a more than guilty look on his face.
"I... I sorta saw you guys." Justin confessed a little fearfully.
"What? When... What are you talking about?" Peter demanded.
"It wasn't on purpose... Really... Um, you know when you two went to take a shower last night, well... I wasn't trying to spy on you guys. I just wanted to go with you. So after you left I got up and pulled my shorts on and I followed you over to the shower building. But, I wasn't sure if it was ok to come in, so, well.... I kinda peeked in the window to see if it was alright.... I didn't mean to sneak, honest...
"And you saw us in there?" Dylon prompted.
"Yeah... It was... Well, kinda' awesome really." he said, blushing. "So after you guys, you know, kinda' whacked each other off, I ran back to the cabin. Jason was asleep, but, I guess I kinda told him about it this morning. Please don't be mad... I didn't mean to spy, honest..." The two older boys looked at each other. It seemed rather embarrassing at the moment, but then, here they all were, sitting around in the sand with hard-on's, so, how embarrassing could it really be?
"So... It didn't bother you that we did that; jerked each other off I mean?!" Dylon questioned further. The twins shook their heads.
"Nu-uh..." Justin said. "Jason and me, well, we've kinda' done it before..." he confessed. Peter and Dylon exchanged surprised looks, and then the two older boys began to laugh, and soon Justin and Jason were giggling as well.
With any tension now gone, the boys continued to sit, each idly fingering themselves.
Jason was still more than curious, and without really seeking permission, he reached over and touched Peter's stiffened boy peg, running his finger inquisitively over his four and a half inch shaft. Peter shivered at his touch, totally surprised by it, but not surprised that he was delighted by how good it felt.
More boldly now, Jason grabbed Peter's rigid prong and fondled it gently, examining the strange clutch of foreskin that covered the older boy's knob. This was the second time in two days that someone had touched Peter's privates. It was still so weird, so foreign, yet wonderfully compelling at the same time.
He'd never even considered doing such things in the past, and yet now, here he was being touched by another boy. He closed his eyes as Jason idly explored, peeling back Peter's foreskin, totally mesmerized by the thin sheath of flesh, and equally as fascinated by the purple plum he had just exposed beneath it. The boy ran his fingertip over the engorged knob, sending more shivers through Peter's young body. His penis twitched, and Jason's eyes widened again in awed excitement.
Dylon meanwhile, had propped himself up on his elbow, and watched intently, equally turned on by the proceedings going on between the other boys. He scooted himself closer, to get a good look as Jason continued his boylike probing. There was something very sensual, and erotic about watching two other boys play like this.
With secret desires of his own, Dylon continued to finger himself as he watched. He closed his eyes and licked his dry lips in excited pleasure. But his eyes snapped open again suddenly, as someone's warm fingers had taken hold of his own erection. And there was Justin, the other twin. He, like his brother, wanted to explore an uncircumcised penis, and he did so now.
The younger boy rubbed his finger gently over the older boy's purple tip, sending shudders through Dylon's body. The older boy's penis twitched suddenly, and Justin's eyes went wide with sudden excitement, as a pearlescent bead of wetness leaked from the older boy's reddened pee slit.
"Oh god...." Dylon breathed, as Justin recklessly fondled his rod, probing a fingertip through the sticky wet globule and smearing it on his glans.
"What's this?" Justin wondered aloud, just as another droplet squeezed from the tip. "Did you just cum?" Justin asked, wide eyed.
"Unnchh..." Dylon grimaced, resisting the inclination to do just that. "No... No that's precum dude... You know, like... Precum." Justin looked closely at the honey-like droplets, then looked over at his brother who was still fondling Peter.
"Did you see this?" Justin asked his brother, lifting his sticky finger.
"Yeah." Jason said excitedly, "Peter's leaking like that too..."
"So, I'm guessing maybe you guys don't squirt yet." Peter stated, looking at the twins.
"I do..." Justin shot back proudly. "Well, not really. I thought I did once, cause there was wetness on my pee hole, and It looked kinda' like this stuff." he said, poking his finger back into Dylon's pearly droplets of semen, which still slimed his slit. The younger boy rubbed the substance between his finger and thumb, then sniffed at it curiously.
"Wanna taste it?" Peter asked jokingly, grinning at him.
"What? Hell no..." Jason answered, scrunching up his nose.
"Awe, why not. It tastes good doesn't it Dylon?" Peter grinned, winking at Dylon.
"Yeah, no doubt." Dylon played along. "Besides, that's your initiation to be a Lost Boy. You have to taste it." He looked back at Peter and grinned slyly. The twins exchanged doubtful looks, as if really thinking about it. But Peter let them off the hook.
"Na... You guys don't really have to do that. We're just messin' around with ya." But to everyone's surprise, Justin grinned, then lowered his head and licked the precum from Dylon's reddened slit.
"Oh fuck...." Dylon sighed, his back arching in intense pleasure; Justin raised his head, licking softly on his lips.
"Mmm... That's really not bad." he remarked with a surprised smile. Jason looked at him dubiously, then looked back at Peter's dripping knob. He shrugged, trusting his brother, and dropped his lips over Peter's inflamed tip, licking the sticky goo directly from the source.
"Whoa..." Peter exclaimed in surprised tones, jerking a little as Jason licked him. He twisted with unexpected pleasure. "Holy fuck..." he breathed, as the younger boy continued to tongue his swollen glans. "Jason what the... What the... Oh... Oh shit that feels soooo awesome..."
Not to be outdone by his twin, Justin smiled, then dropped down and engulfed Dylon's knob, sucking on it with boyish vigor. Dylon cringed again, his head flew back in ecstasy as the younger boy sucked wetly on the raw tip of the older boy's tool.
The twelve-year-olds both groaned with unexpected delight as the twins effectively, at their own bidding, gave them their first ever, and totally unexpected blowjobs; sucking the older boys into a wild frenzy. More precum flowed, the twins lapped it down with insatiable pleasure, until Peter simply couldn't take anymore.
"Jason, you're gonna' make me cum dude, pull off..." he begged, and reluctantly he pushed Jason's head away from his groin. Jason was not to be denied however, and he quickly grasped Peter's throbbing, spit soaked boyhood in his fingers and began stroking him with purpose.
"Uhhh, uhhh, Oh god, shittttttt......" Peter convulsed again, and just as he had warned, honey-like batter suddenly ejaculated forcefully from his undulating boy sized penis... It squirted up across his belly and over his sparsely populated pubic mound. Three generous spurts of semi mature boy juice, and several oozing pulses which dripped over Jason's slender fingers.
"Uhhhhh... Oh fuck...." Peter moaned again loudly, his eyes now squeezed shut. "Oh shit, oh god that's so fucking awesome..." he panted. “So fucking awesome..."
Kneeling near them, Justin grinned broadly again. He glanced at the satisfied look on his brother’s face, then turned and sunk back onto Dylon's moist boy prong. He began sucking the swollen purple tip, while at the same time, jacking off the older boy down below. It didn't take long, and suddenly Dylon moaned in a gravel voiced tone. His legs twitched wildly, his torso contorted as tingles raged through his pubescent body. Dylon's testicles drew up in their wrinkled pouch.
"Here he comes..." Jason quipped from alongside them. Justin pulled off, just as the first sloppy spurt erupted from the older boy's heaving appendage. Sticky boy sauce flew wildly from the engorged boy sausage. The first shot caught the retreating Justin on the cheek, the other spurts spattered up onto Dylon's heaving belly, and onto the crook of his arm...
In all, three plentiful squirts of juicy boy seed, had been expelled there on the beach, and he had moaned loudly with delight. A nearby seagull took flight, and seemed to cry out indignantly from above, perhaps startled by the vocal outburst of human orgasm...
It had been an intense several minutes, and now, dazed and amazed, all four naked boys lay back quietly on the sand to unravel from those crazy moments. What had just happened here? Peter wondered... A day of boys exploring on the beach, had become a day of boys exploring each other.
And of all things, the younger boys, Justin and Jason had essentially been the ones who had taken the initiative here. The insatiable twins, who shared the same bedroom night after night, and had experimented sexually quite a few times with one another. And why not?
Sex play always felt good, and with twins sleeping in the same room, the opportunity was always at hand. Of course this time, right here, right now, the twins had been in the company of the two older boys; boys who had foreskin, and could actually cum... Yes, it was the overly curious younger boys who had taken the surprising lead here; and Dylon, who had his own personal secrets and desires, was not complaining in the least about what had just transpired.
"That was so awesome guys..." Dylon breathed, quite contentedly. "That was so friggen wild... I can't believe you guys even did that..." The twins just grinned sheepishly at one another, as they all continued to lay in the warmth of the sand.
After half minute or so, Dylon rolled onto his side and looked over at Peter. "Guess that really makes them Lost Boys then..." He suggested. Peter, grinned and nodded in total agreement. "And," Dylon said, with a gleam in his eyes, "We'll have to return the favor at some point..." he smiled slyly as he reached over and tweaked Justin's limp boy noodle... The twins looked at each other with impish grins...
They continued to lay there, each in his own restful thoughts, and each basking in the warming sun. Peter was still quietly amazed. He glanced over at the three other naked boys and smiled to himself. Running around naked was a fantasy, a way for him to escape life's hardened rules. A way to help him feel like he was in control of his life, instead of having bad things happen to him so randomly.
Finally, Dylon scrambled to his feet. Dried sweat, sand and even spent bodily fluids clung to his bare skin. He ran toward the water, letting out a joyfully boyish whoop. The twins sprung up, and ran laughing after him into the water. Peter smiled contentedly as he took his feet atop the sand dune.
He smiled, absorbing it all through closed eyes. He raised his arms out to the side, angled back like wings, as the sea breeze blew steadily across his naked skin. He could hear the sea grasses which rustled all around him, swirling in the wind. He could hear the quiet rush of the water, as it rolled in upon itself along the shore. And he could here the giggles of his Lost Boys, as they danced about in the incoming surf.
Peter was feeling a strange contentment. Something he'd not felt in months. A line from his book came to him; 'To live would be an awfully big adventure.' His smile broadened into a grin, and he flew across the sand, joining his friends to splash in the cleansing waters.
They laughed, enjoying this most excellent of experiences. Boys... Glistening wet, young and strong naked bodies, frolicking aimlessly at the water's edge; without inhibitions, or thoughts of shyness. It was the perfect moment.
Feeling refreshed and renewed, they finally wandered back to the dunes to collect their shorts, and quite reluctantly, put them back on again. They chattered happily amongst themselves as they headed back down the beach toward the creek and the large driftwood log where they'd left their shoes and shirts..
When they finally got back to that spot they rinsed their feet and faces in the freshwater of the creek; and since it was getting on in the afternoon, they decided that they would save the hike up the creek, leading to the forest pool until the following day. After all, they had all had quite the adventurous day already.
So the boys gathered their things, and headed back along the beach toward the trail, which led back to the Retreat. The twins, who seemed boundless with energy, ran ahead again battling one another with their driftwood swords. Peter and Dylon walked along behind them, talking casually between themselves, enjoying their new found friendship. Dylon had draped his arm over Peter's shoulder, as boyhood friends seem to do.
"That was really wild today, huh..." Dylon remarked.
"I'll say." Peter responded. "Quite the adventure for the Lost Boys."
"Quite an adventure for us as well." Dylon pointed out. "I mean, holy shit, the twins kinda' sucked us off..." Peter nodded, smiling slightly, but also feeling a little bit embarrassed by it now.
"So... Did you like it?" Dylon wondered, glancing at his friend.
"Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that to happen..." Peter sidestepped the question.
"Yeah, but... But did you like it?" Dylon asked again.
"I mean... Yeah, I suppose. It was kinda weird but..."
"But it felt really good too..." Dylon finished, studying him intently. Peter glanced back at him and smiled, nodding slightly.
"Yeah, yeah if felt really good..." Peter agreed finally. Dylon smiled back at him, then looked ahead as they walked. He wanted to talk about it further with Peter, but just as he had decided to do so, they had reached the start of the trail, and the twins had drifted back toward them, chattering incessantly.
The boys slipped back into their shoes and shirts, which they had carried to this point, and then started up the trail. Whatever conversation Dylon had wanted to have, would apparently have to wait for another time.
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~~End of Chapter Two~~
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