Peter and the Pirates
Chapter 04
* 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.
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**Excerpt from Previous Chapter
* 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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The boys returned from the beach to the Retreat by mid afternoon and headed back to their cabin to relax a bit. When they arrived, the four of them were the only ones in the cabin, and Peter once again reminded the twins that what had happened today was strictly a secret between the four of them. It quite simply was no one else's business.
They all agreed of course; no one would want others to know about their running around on the beach naked, which most certainly was against the camp rules, as Jason pointed out. And certainly no one needed to know about the unexpected sexual boyplay that they had all shared. No, that was a naughty pleasure that they would always keep amongst themselves.
After the boys had changed clothes, and cleaned up a little, they all drifted back outside in search of other things to do. Reading the activities board, the twins decided they wanted to go down to the water and try some kayaking; one of the other activities that the camp offered. It sounded like fun to Peter and Dylon as well, but since they had missed lunch again, they headed off to the cafeteria to see what they could round up.
Camp rules again... If you missed meal time, you wouldn't be served. The boys had to settle on apples and bananas, which were always left in bowels on the tables for snacks at any time of the day. The one plus, Dylon had scrounged up a jar of Peanut Butter from somewhere; but with a mischievous grin, he was reluctant to reveal where.
When they'd had their fill of the snacks, the boys wandered back outside, and eventually crossed over to the basketball courts. They sat around for a few minutes watching, and finally joined in with a pick up game that had been going on. They both played for half an hour or so, and then between games, Peter decided he'd had enough for the day.
Since Dylon wanted to play longer, he remained behind at the courts as Peter walked around the complex. There were times that he rather enjoyed being alone, and after strolling around the grounds for a few minutes, Peter decided he'd walk back to the cabin and relax, maybe read a little and finish up his book.
As he entered the cabin, he almost didn't notice that one of the other boys was also in the room, lying quietly on his bunk, facing away toward the wall. It was Liam, the other twelve year old. At first Peter thought he was asleep, since the boy hadn't moved when Peter had come in; but then he thought he heard a quiet sniffling sound, and he noticed the boy's shoulders heave a little, as if he were crying.
Peter stepped cautiously near the end of the other boys bunk. "Are... Are you okay?" he asked softly. But no reply came from young Liam. In fact, the boy turned his head into his pillow, apparently feeling embarrassed at being discovered crying.
Peter walked to the side of the bunk. "It's ok... Look, I'm sorry dude. I didn't mean to walk in on you." He stood for a moment, then sat softly on the edge of the bed near the prone boy. "Liam, what's wrong man?" The other boy lay motionless for a moment, before finally raising his head slightly and glancing back at Peter. His eyes were red rimmed, and began to water anew as he turned back to bury his face in the pillow.
With gentle concern, Peter put his hand softly on the boy's shoulder, and rubbed it gently. "Can... Can I do anything to help?" Peter asked kindly; but the other boy merely shook his head a little, face still in the pillow. Not knowing what to do, Peter continued to stroke the other boy's shoulder for a moment, hoping it would be of some comfort to him.
Finally, deciding that the other boy was likely embarrassed, he pulled his hand away and stood up from the bunk. "Well, if you need anything..." he said quietly, and he turned and walked back to the other side of the cabin to his own bunk. He sat there for a moment trying to decide if he should stay, or just leave and give Liam a little bit of privacy. He'd just decided that he should leave when he heard a quiet voice from across the room.
"S... Sorry..." Liam spoke, just above a whisper. "Thanks for offering though."
"Hmm? Oh, yeah no problem dude. So, you okay?" There was a long pause.
"I umm... I just came from seeing the counselor." Liam said quietly, as he rolled onto his side and looked thoughtfully across at Peter. "So... Could I ask you somethin' kind of personal?"
"Uh, yeah I suppose." Peter responded cautiously.
"Your Mom and Dad died... Didn't they?” Liam asked gently. The question startled Peter, and he tensed involuntarily just a bit, feeling his throat tighten.
"Yeah." he answered quietly. "Yeah about seven months ago..."
Liam sat up on his bunk, and wiped a tear from his cheek, as the two boys sat in silence for a moment, glancing at one another. "M... Me too." Liam finally broke the silence. "I mean, my mom died three months ago. My dad moved out about five years ago, they divorced." The youngster sat up on his bed with a stoic look on his young face.
"Sorry..." Peter offered, compassionately.
"Yeah, me too." Liam returned. They sat quietly again, both lost in their own thoughts for the moment. "I... I feel all lonely inside." Liam said unexpectedly, breaking the silence. "Everyone is trying to tell me how to feel, but..."
"But you already know how you feel." Peter finished knowingly. "I know. Everybody thinks they can help you by telling you what you should think, or do. But the truth is, you really have to figure it out for yourself.” The boys locked eyes for a moment, and Liam smiled softly at Peter.
"Thanks..." the boy sighed.
"We'll be alright." Peter smiled and nodded reassuringly. "It just takes time, I think."
They sat quietly a moment, and Peter peered at the other boy. Liam was kind of cute, he thought suddenly. The boy had soft green eyes, with long flaxen hair, much longer than Peter's. The youngster had a small boyish nose, providing him a very youthful look. He seemed a bit small for a twelve year old, but it was obvious that he had a nice body.
The boy was wearing loose shorts and a snug red tank top, which bespoke of his leanness; and Peter couldn't help but notice the boy's tan, lean legs and smallish bare feet. He shook his head then, realizing suddenly that he had quite literally been 'checking out' the other boy, as he lay on his bunk. It confused him, because he wasn't just idly comparing the other boy to himself, but looking at him with some kind of curious attraction. His pubescent hormones were playing with him, no doubt.
But then, as he thought about it, odd things seemed to be happening these last few days. Ever since he'd actually jerked off with his new friend Dylon. Ever since then, he'd become totally aware of 'other boys', and how they looked. And, the weirdest part was, he caught himself becoming aroused by it. Not curious, but aroused by the other boys. It was becoming a 'thing' with him...
Liam got up off his bunk then, and walked back to the bathroom to wash his face. He had left door open, and hearing the water running, Peter felt compelled to help somehow. Hopping off his bunk he grabbed up a fresh towel, taking it back to the bathroom and offering it to the other boy.
"Thanks." Liam said appreciatively, as he dried his face. "Does it look like I've been crying?" he asked warily.
"No. Nobody will know. It's our secret." Peter assured him. Liam smiled, and feeling a bit vulnerable he unexpectedly put his arms around Peter's waist for a brief, thankful hug.
"Thanks for being nice to me." The boy said. Peter returned the innocent hug, and he couldn't help but notice the warmth of the other boy’s body, and how nice it felt, pressed against him like this. Puberty calling again? Or perhaps just a lonely boy, who needed the connection and warmth of contact with another human being.
When they broke the hug, Liam looked solemnly at Peter. "I know you're like, friends with the other boys in our cabin, but... Do you think I could, maybe hang out with you a little tomorrow? I mean, if it's okay... I just, well, need a friend..."
"Yeah. Hey no problem Liam. I mean, we can hang out if you want." Peter smiled. Liam nodded happily. "So, you wanna' go walk around a little right now?" Peter offered kindly. It seemed to perk up the other boy.
They two of them left the cabin and meandered through the complex together. Peter steered them past the main building, where he stopped for a moment to run inside and buy both of them a can of soda from one of the vending machines, before they continued on their way.
Angling past the sport courts, they found Dylon, still busily shooting hoops with some other boys, and apparently the twins hadn't returned yet from their kayaking lesson; so Peter and Liam decided they would head down the trail to the beach. At the bottom of the hill the boys kicked off their shoes and walked the shoreline, the sand feeling pleasantly warm and inviting beneath their bare feet. They chatted casually together, strolling quite a ways up the beach before turning around and heading back again.
Eventually the boys stood just at the edge of the water, gazing out at the shining surface, and tossing small stones, attempting to skip them into the shallow surf as it washed inward along the sand and rolled across their feet, before receding again to meet the next incoming wave. It kept them occupied for long while, until they heard the bell ringing back up the hill at the Retreat, indicating that it was nearly dinner time.
Tossing their last handful of stones, the boys walked back from the water and sat on a small driftwood log to put their shoes back on. Liam was about to shove his sand covered foot into his shoe, when Peter stopped him. He reached over helpfully and brushed the sand from the other boy's foot. Liam looked up at him thoughtfully, then smiled.
"Thanks..." The boy said softly. "My mom… My mom would do stuff like that..." he sighed wistfully.
"You really miss her, don't you?" Peter stated, more of a comment than a question. Liam nodded sadly, a small catch in his breathing. Peter slid his arm around the other boy's shoulders and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "We'll be alright..." he said again, just as he had done in the cabin. The bell rang again atop the hill. "We'd better go." Peter said, hopping to his feet. "I'm starving..."
Dinner found the boys from cabin two, including Liam, sitting around the same table, talking boisterously while they ate. The twins were excitedly telling everyone about kayaking. Apparently it had been great fun, and they figured that everyone from the cabin should go so they could enjoy it together.
The boys agreed that it sounded like a lot of fun, and decided they might give it a try at some point. Perhaps after their 'lost boy' adventure up at the creek tomorrow. Of course, only the twins, Peter and Dylon knew what that adventure would be. Skinny dipping in the natural pool above the rock outcropping.
The boys stuffed themselves, all of them hungry, having missed the noon meal. Meaty spaghetti and lots of warm garlic bread was consumed with ravenous boylike appetites, by all the boys. Dylon, who seemingly had a bottomless pit for a stomach, filled his plate for a second time. He refilled his salad plate several times, and scarfed every piece of garlic bread he could find.
They all laughed and cracked each other up, telling stupid boylike jokes that only kids of that age would find amusing. Then, after dinner, and Dylon had finished his second dessert, they all headed outside, and after only a short rest they began playing volley ball on one of the tennis courts, challenging the boys from one of the other cabins. The games went on for nearly an hour, before they decided to head back to the cabin for the evening.
Wet with perspiration, Peter and Dylon decided to head down to the showers again to clean up. The twins, Justin and Jason smiled knowingly at them, and decided they would tag along, just in case there was any 'fun' to be had. Liam remained stolidly on his bunk, until Peter insisted that he grab a towel and come along with them.
When they got to the 'shower shack', there were three other boys already inside, showering and getting cleaned up. The presence of other boys seemed to rule out any 'boyplay' between themselves. Peter and Dylon quickly got undressed and comfortably naked, they padded across to the shower stalls.
The twins were quick to follow, hanging their things on the wooden pegs, and stripping off their shorts they followed the older boys into the shower area. Finally, after a few minutes, Liam joined them in the stalls as well, taking the open shower next to Peter. He was still wearing a pair of red swim shorts; apparently too shy to be seen naked with the others. Two of the other boys who had been in the showers before them were similarly attired, apparently too shy to be seen in the nude.
They all showered, sharing shampoo and soap, and periodically joking, and splashing water at one another. Liam stood almost unnoticed, washing himself rather timidly, and keeping pretty much to himself as he stood under his shower head on the end. But he did sneak frequent, curious peeks at the other boys; and at Peter in particular. Dylon had noticed him peeking.
"Hey Liam..." Dylon said. "We're all friends here. You can take your swim shorts off. It’s okay, no need to be shy bro..." But Liam only blushed at the attention.
"Come on," Justin offered casually, "We're all about the same, it's no biggie..."
"It's no biggie..." Jason laughed at the comment. "Yeah, yours is no Biggie." he chortled, pointing at his brother’s dick. Peter turned to see Liam blushing, but even so he seemed to smile at Jason's joke.
"Hey, it's okay Liam." Peter offered quietly. "You can do whatever you want. Leave your shorts on if you feel like it." He smiled reassuringly at the boy standing next to him. Liam looked over at Peter, grateful for the support, then he glanced down at Peter's soft penis, before looking away shyly.
When they had finished with their showers, the boys dried and dressed, before heading back to their cabin. Liam had wrapped his towel protectively around his waist, stalling somewhat, before pulling off his wet swim suit, and changing shyly beneath his firmly wrapped towel into his underpants.
The twins had finished, and already left the 'shower shack', headed back to the cabin. Dylon finished up as well, noticing that Liam was stalling, and taking his time. Allowing him some privacy, Dylon picked up the rest of his stuff and headed back to the cabin as well.
Peter and Liam were the last two still in the shower building, and finally Liam pulled off his towel, now that he had his underwear safely in place. He glanced causally at Peter. "Thanks again." he offered softly. Peter's eyes strayed down to the other boy's underwear, and noting that there seemed to be a fairly good sized bulge there, he wondered why Liam was so shy; but he said nothing.
Finally back at the cabin for the evening, the boys all sprawled around on their bunks once again. They talked, and told more stories, then most of them joined in to play a board game on Dylon's bunk for awhile. Justin decided to lay on his own bunk, watching another movie on his iPad.
All that evening, young Liam kept glancing at Peter, who was sitting cross legged on his own bunk, wearing only a small pair of Nike sport shorts, having stripped off his shirt earlier. They played the game for a while, and then one by one they began drifting off to start getting ready for bed.
When Liam went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth for the night, Dylon leaned over to talk to Peter. "Dude, I think Liam might have a little boycrush on you or something." he whispered. "He's been sneaking peeks at you all night."
"Na..." Peter smiled dismissively, shaking his head. "He just feels a little connection with me. You know, since we both lost a parent. He's just lonely, that's all."
"Yeah, maybe." Dylon considered. "Hey, you want to take him up to the pool with us tomorrow? I mean, I know he's shy and all, but maybe if the rest of us are skinny dipping, well, maybe he'll loosen up and join us.”
"Maybe... We'll see what happens." Peter answered. Then, as Liam came out of the bathroom, Peter grabbed up his own toothbrush and headed back to brush his teeth and use the toilet before turning in.
An hour or so later, all the boys seemed to have drifted off for the night. Peter had was almost asleep, but his bladder kicked in, urging him to get up and take a leak. Tossing aside his covers, he crawled out of his bunk. He heard a slight murmur from across the cabin, and he turned to glance at Liam's bunk. The boy was asleep, but seemed to be having an uncomfortable dream. He was tossing a bit, and making barely audible sounds.
Peter felt badly for him. He had experienced his sown share of bad dreams after he had lost his parents. It was hard not to. His bladder called out to him again, requiring immediate relief, and he turned quickly and walked back to the toilet. He stood there for what seemed an eternity, as an endless stream of piss splashed noisily into the bowl. Finally she squeezed away the last few drops and tucked himself back into his briefs.
Switching off the dim bathroom light, Peter opened the door and walked back out into the dark cabin. He stopped for a moment, glancing through the dimness at Liam. The bad dream seemed to have passed, and the other boy was lying quietly now.
Padding back to his own bunk, Peter slipped between the cool sheets, yawned, and then rolled onto his side facing the wall. He lay there for a few minutes, hovering between restful thought and sleep. Then ever so faintly he heard a quiet whisper calling his name.
He opened his eyes to the dimness of the room, and after several seconds his eyes focused on the boy, Liam, standing there alongside his bunk wearing only his white cotton briefs, with his arms wrapped around himself as if it were cold. Peter lifted his head to look at him.
"I had a bad dream." The boy whispered. Peter looked at the sad young boy, and without a word he lifted his bed covers, offering comfort and warmth. Liam slid into the bed alongside him and lay on his side, also facing the wall. Peter settled the covers back around him. In the darkness, he could feel the other boy shivering, even though the night air was still quite comfortable.
Feeling compelled to help, he scooted closer and instinctively dropped his arm over the other boy's torso, spooning against him reassuringly to stop his trembles. They lay lightly nestled that way in silence for some time. The boy's shivers subsided shortly, comforted by the warmth generated now between the two boys.
Liam turned his head slightly, looking back over his shoulder. "I'm Sorry..." he whispered.
"Its okay." Peter offered sincerely. "I had a lot of bad dreams after... After the accident." He remembered, thinking back to the painful memories of those nightmarish dreams. He knew then that Liam hadn't been shivering because it was cold; he was trembling because he was scared.
"I can't stop thinking about it." Liam whispered in the darkness.
"I know." Peter acknowledged. "I'm the same way." In the next bunk they could hear Dylon roll over in his sleep; perhaps disturbed by their whispers. "Come on..." Peter prompted quietly, lifting the covers again. The boys scooted quietly off the bed, and taking Liam by the hand, Peter led them through the darkness of the cabin and out the front door.
It was quite dark outside, but there was a picnic table only a dozen yards away, just off the walkway between their cabin and another. They padded across the course fescue grass and sat atop the wooden table, bare feet down on the bench.
The boys sat closely side by side, clad only their white cotton briefs, and blanketed by the darkness. They sat quietly for several minutes, simply looking up through the trees at the twinkling stars that filled the distant night sky.
"You doing alright?" Peter asked softly, gazing at the other boy. Liam glanced back at him, shrugging his shoulders doubtfully.
"I don't know." Liam breathed. "I start to feel better at times, and then... It just washes over me sometimes. It's just... I feel like I'm alone, you know?" Peter's lips tightened in a thin line.
"Yeah, yeah I know..." he confirmed in low tones. Liam looked over at him solemnly.
"So... You lost your parents like seven months ago, right. So, does it... Does it get easier?" He asked hesitantly, as if fearing the answer. Peter looked down at his feet, thoughtfully.
"Yeah... I guess. I mean, it kinda fades away. I used to dream about my mom and dad, like, all the time. I could see them, as if they were right there with me. But now, well, not so much. It's like they're getting farther away. Now, if I dream about them, it's like they're just ghosts off in the distance..."
Liam heard the words, and shivered alongside him. Peter glanced over at him, then draped his arm over the other boy’s bare shoulders, holding him comfortingly. "They aren't like scary ghosts or anything, just... You know, it's like I just can't see them anymore."
"Does it still hurt?" Liam asked softly. Peter looked at him again and shrugged.
"Not hurting really. It, it just feels empty somehow, I guess. It's like maybe deep inside I thought they would come back somehow, but... Not anymore. I know they're gone now." The boys sat quietly for a minute, and feeling the kinship of loneliness, Liam lay his head over onto Peter's shoulder.
"I wish my mom was still here." Liam whispered finally. "She'd always hug me and stuff, like kissing me on the forehead. I told her to stop it, ‘cause I was too old for that, but... I really miss it now." Peter sighed knowingly, he certainly knew that feeling very well. Without thought, he turned his head slightly and with innocent compassion, he kissed Liam gently on the forehead. He could hear the other boy's tearful peep, and he held him even tighter, offering the comfort that they both needed.
The boys sat there that way for some time, Peter's arm still wrapped comfortably around the other boy's shoulders, both trying to stave off the emptiness that perpetually haunted them. Two boys, tethered by this human contact as they floated through the dark seas of loneliness.
After a long while, Liam yawned, and feeling drawn by the auspice of sleep, the pair scooted off the picnic table and wandered back across to their cabin. Entering quietly, they padded softly to the back of the cabin, standing together in silence for a moment.
"Thank you." Liam breathed quietly with a thin smile. He turned and looked across toward his empty bunk and sighed; but before he could take a step, Peter reached out and took him by the wrist, leading him gently back to his own bunk. Lifting the covers, Peter crawled in, drawing Liam in with him.
The other boy, not wanting to be alone, willingly slipped under the covers alongside his new friend, truly moved by this gesture of kindness. They snuggled in closely together, neither feeling any awkwardness at this unlikely pairing of two boys in close physical contact. Peter was lying on his side, and he laid his arm across the other boy, his hand resting softly atop Liam's bare chest.
They lay nestled in this fashion, both enjoying the feel of one another’s smooth warm skin against their own. Peter could feel the softness of Liam's bare foot against his, the smoothness of the other boy's leg was like warm satin touching his thigh. They lay closely together. So closely that Peter breathed in the soft fine smell of the other boy.
He thought back, years past when his mother would lay with him sometimes at bedtime. He remembered how he could smell her gentle fragrance then, and how it had comforted him somehow. He felt that comfort again now. The other boy's soft musk was yet another discernable connection to another human being; this flaxen haired boy who was pressed softly against him.
Liam was feeling the connection as well. Peter's gentle breathing dusted his cheek, and he deeply appreciated the warmth of this human blanket which was wrapped almost lovingly around him; reassuring him that he wasn't on his own. Peter's hand was warm upon his chest, and he moved his own hand to cover it. His fingers wrapping lightly around it, holding it there protectively.
"We'll be alright..." Peter breathed quietly in his ear. Raising his head slightly, he leaned in and gave the other boy an innocently sweet kiss on his cheek. Feeling safe, sleep overtook Liam quite quickly now; his breathing softened, barley disturbing the air.
In the darkness, Peter smiled at the closeness of it all. He thought back again, realizing that he'd not known this safe, cocoon like feeling since his mother had last cradled him a long, long time in the past. So long ago now that he had almost forgotten it. He smiled sadly, a slight but reminiscent tear forming in the corner of his eye.
With a sigh, he snuggled in more closely against the sleeping boy at his side; and feeling drawn by the tender moment, he raised his head again, leaning forward once more and kissing Liam softly just on the corner of his mouth. The sleeping boy shifted slightly into him then, his head settling on the pillow near Peter's, with his cheek snuggled gently against the other boy's shoulder.
The gentle movement caused the boy's hip to rub innocently against Peter's groin, suddenly making Peter aware that his own boyhood was firmly erect at the moment. It surprised him; he'd not even realized that he was in a fully turgid state.
He felt his boyhood twitch because of the contact, sending a pleasant tingle through his boyish groin. It felt good, and it was so completely erotic, that almost instinctively he leaned his hips forward a little, intentionally seeking out further contact. His rigid member pressed against the other boy's hip again, immediately sending another pleasant, and urgent pulse through his insides. He could barely hold back…
Peter shuddered in the darkness as he held himself against the other boy's warm body. He daren't move now; fearing that any further motion would most certainly trigger him into a full ejaculation. He shuddered again, both fighting, and enjoying the sudden rush of near climax.
Within moments the urgency had subsided, and Peter was able to relax his thighs, having just avoided an unexpectedly wet discharge into his briefs. He exhaled softly, surprised at just how stimulating this gentle contact had been, and just how close he'd been to coming. Knowing that Liam was sleeping, a tenuous curiosity crept over him; and still feeling aroused, he moved his hand downward, sliding it from Liam's chest onto his flat tummy.
He paused there a moment, before pubescent curiosity urged him onward. His hand drifted downward again, contacting the elastic waistband and then the soft cotton of the other boy's briefs. He swallowed dryly. Seeming unable to stop himself, or perhaps not wanting to, he continued until the heel of his palm bumped against a surprisingly firm rise in the other boy's undershorts.
Peter shivered again, his heart thrumming excitedly in the darkness. His hand drifted across the mound of cotton covered boyflesh, and settled on top of it. He swallowed again, feeling the rounded lump twitch suddenly beneath his fingers. Peter shivered in response. Liam most certainly sporting a youthful erection as well. 'Oh fuck...' he thought to himself, surprised by his sudden desire to feel it.
The other boy shifted in his sleep then, rolling gently toward Peter. Slightly alarmed, and feeling a little guilty, Peter pulled his hand away, and rolled over onto his back. He lay there for awhile staring into the darkness and contemplating the excitement he'd felt by the other boy's arousal. It seemed to have become a thing with him lately. Other boys... He closed his eyes then, and after a time, managed a fitful sleep.
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The following morning brought an unexpected rain, a supposedly passing storm that seemed to last all day. It rained heavily at times, pretty much putting a damper on the boys heading up the beach to the hidden pool. Of course there was no shooting hoops in the rain, and even the Kayaking was postponed, as the open water of the Sound had grown too rough for such an activity.
The twins seemed rather disappointed, since they had been looking forward to the outing, and having another boyishly wild adventure along the beach. With nothing else to do, the boys all hung around the complex for most of the day, taking advantage of some of the indoor activities which the camp staff offered.
After lunch, while the other boys engaged in board games in the main complex, Peter had slipped away, and donned a rain slicker. He strolled down the dripping, rain soaked trail to the beach; where he sat alone for a while on a large downed tree stump, gazing out into the bleak grayness beyond the sand. The water matched the sky in color, leaving an almost indistinguishable line between the two.
Peter was thoughtful as he sat there alone, contemplating the loss of his parents. Inspired perhaps by the previous evening's conversation about loneliness with Liam. He'd forced such thoughts out of his mind for the longest of times, refusing to give it any consideration. But these last few days, the contact he’d had with the other boys had made him long for the missing human connection.
He thought back to the innocent boyplay with his new friends Dylon, and the twins. That had been good fun, and it seemed to awaken things within him. Puberty had been rolling over him the past few months, and his adolescent urges seemed to be refining themselves, and coming to the forefront now that he was interacting with other boys his age, and of the same ilk.
And then there was last night. The sudden and unexpected encounter, and bonding with the other boy, Liam... There had obviously been an emotional connection there, owing to the fact that they both shared the same kind of personal loss. But there was something more there, which seemed to stick with Peter.
He thought again about the sexual contact he'd shared with the other boys. It seemed like pure, boylike curiosity at first. The natural physical cravings of boys learning and exploring this new phase of development. But, there was more. He felt it.
He had felt it with Liam as well, as they had lain innocently in the same bed, snuggled together for emotional comfort. There was a physicality to it as well. He had gotten a stout erection while touching another boy. He'd felt pure sexual arousal, and it was more than exciting when he'd touched the other boy’s personal bits...
And it wasn't just the simple physical contact that caused it. It was the physical contact with another boy that caused it... It excited him. It felt totally natural to him.
The rain seemed to pick up again then, coming down at a sharp angle now, and Peter hopped off the tree stump, pulling the rain hood up around his head. He turned and trudged his way back along the beach to the trail, and up toward the cabins.
It was pretty much deserted outside, what with the foul weather, but he could see quite a few people through the windows of the main building, entertaining themselves, or watching one of the large TV’s that were in the activities room. Not wishing the company, Peter chose to pass on by, and he headed back to cabin two. On the stoop just outside the door, he kicked off some wet sand that still clung to his shoes, and then he went inside.
He slipped off his wet shoes just inside the door, and padded barefoot back toward his bunk at the rear of the cabin; shedding the wet rain slicker. He took a moment to hang it on a wooden peg along the back wall, then shook his head like a puppy, flipping water from his hair. Peter's shirt and shorts were slightly damp and he peeled them off as well, leaving him only in his white briefs.
Deciding he'd hop over to the shower building for a warm shower, he stood in front of his locker and retrieved a change of clothes and a fresh towel. He tossed everything on top of his bunk, then padded back to the bathroom to take a much needed leak before heading across to the showers.
Being the only one in the cabin, he only half closed the bathroom door behind him as he stepped inside to the toilet and pulled himself out for some welcome relief. His pee stream continued on for many seconds, and Peter closed his eyes as he stood there; his mind wandering to other things. When he'd finished draining his bladder, he milked away the last few drops of pee, then stood with his eyes still closed, gently fingering his boyhood, which was already half erect at this point due to his stray thoughts. And let's be honest, it just felt good.
Peter didn't hear the main door to the cabin open, as young Liam had strolled in from the outside. The boy pulled off his dripping windbreaker, and was walking back toward his own bunk when he noticed the fresh clothes and towel which were laid out across the end of Peter's bunk. Curious, he thought.
He glanced around the empty cabin, and then back toward the half open door of the bathroom. He didn't hear anything, and he began to wonder about the clothes, and where Peter might have gotten off to. He stepped back toward the bathroom, and innocently pushed the door open a little further. His eyes widened, "Ohh..... Shit, sorry." he uttered.
When he'd looked in, he saw Peter standing at the toilet holding onto his mostly erect penis, playfully fingering himself. The boys looked at each other and Peter let his underwear flip back up, covering himself. Liam was blushing now, and he hurriedly stepped away, averting his gaze. He quickly stepped back over to his own bunk, and he stood there uncomfortably. "God I'm so sorry..." he muttered again. “I didn't know you were in there..."
Several seconds passed, and Peter finally stepped out of the bathroom, blushing a bit on his own. He glanced at Liam, then looked away a little awkwardly, returning to his own bunk. "Um, yeah... Look... It's ok. I uh, I should have closed the door." Peter admitted. "Um, I suppose you prob'ly saw..." he started to say; but Liam's blush already answered the question. Clearly he'd seen Peter 'enjoying his own company'.
It was one of those embarrassing moments. Seems like it happens to every boy at one time or another. Peter quickly slipped into his rain slicker, and picked up the towel and clothes from his bed. "I was... Just going down to take a shower." he explained quietly as he stepped into his flip flops, and with one last awkward glance at Liam he turned and started for the door.
"I... I could come with you." Liam offered timidly. "I needed to take a shower later anyway." Peter looked over at him, and then nodded gently, with a shy smile.
"Yeah... Yeah sure you can come if you want." he replied. Liam smiled back at him, then quickly went to his own locker and grabbed a towel and some fresh clothes. Together the boys headed out of the cabin and walked down the soggy, rain soaked walkway toward the shower building. They didn't really say anything along the way, but they glanced furtively at one another, both still feeling a bit awkward.
When they got there, Peter held the door open, and the boys went inside the 'shower shack'. They were the only ones in the building, which young Liam, shy as he was, was more than happy about. They walked over to the change area, setting their things on the benches. Peter hung his towel on one of the wooden dowels, then peeled off his rain slicker.
Liam had taken a seat on the bench, and was taking his time, stalling again as he slipped out of his shoes, and slowly pulled off the tee shirt he was wearing. Peter remembered how shy Liam had been the last time; even wearing a swimsuit into the showers, and then changing with a towel wrapped around himself. Wanting to make it easier for him, Peter quickly slipped out of his underwear and headed back to the shower area, giving Liam some privacy.
He stepped up near one of the shower heads, and turned the water on, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature. When the water had warmed sufficiently, he stepped under the stream and let it wash over him. Fully half a minute passed, and finally Liam stepped into the shower area, once again wearing his red swim shorts.
He glanced shyly at Peter, then stepped up to one of the showers near him and turned on the water. Tending to his own business, the boy squirted some body gel into his hand, and began bathing quietly, glancing sideways a time or two at Peter. The youngster couldn't help but peek down at Peter's privates, just as he had the previous time they'd showered. And after what just he'd seen back at the cabin, he was very curious.
"Um... You know it’s just us in here." Peter remarked casually, thinking to encourage the other boy over his shyness. "I mean, there's no reason to be shy in front of me." He glanced at Liam, trying to gauge his reaction. Liam only looked away.
"Yeah, well..." the other boy began, but he trailed off uncomfortably.
"It's no big deal, really. Were all the same." Peter offered sincerely. "Trust me, after you do it once, it prob'ly won't even bother you anymore." But the other boy seemed resolute to keep himself covered up.
"Look, it's just you and me, it won't get any easier than it is right now... Besides, you've even seen mine when I had a... A stiff..." The boy glanced at Peter, his eyes flitted down taking yet another peek at his boyhood. He looked away again, and they showered in silence for a moment.
It doesn't seem to matter where you are, there are always a few boys who are just so hung up their modesty that they struggle with it. Usually it’s the ones without siblings, or close friends, but there's always at least one or two.
Peter glanced again at the other boy. He looked down at his red bathing suit for a moment, noting that there seemed to be a good sized bump there. He sighed, and decided to just let it go. He began shampooing his hair.
"I... I can't help it..." Liam said unexpectedly. "I've never been naked in front of anyone before." He looked up at Peter, almost expecting him to laugh, but Peter looked back at him and nodded quietly.
"I understand, sure... But look, no one really even notices you, unless you make a big deal out of it. I mean, sure everyone takes a peek once in a while, it’s just normal curiosity. I mean heck, you've been peeking at mine." Peter reminded him. Liam blushed again, and looked down at his feet. Peter smiled softly, then in a bold move, he stepped across to the other shower and stood near him.
"Everyone has a first time." Peter said softly. "It's just us in here dude... Come on, don't think about it, and just give it a try." Liam looked at him doubtfully.
"I... I can't." The boy stuttered.
"Sure you can." Peter encouraged. He stepped closer to the other boy. "It's okay, just... Just for a second, just a little peek. That'll be a start." Liam glanced up at him. Peter reached his hand out toward the waistband of the red swim suit, but Liam quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him.
"I can't..." Liam breathed fearfully, causing the other boy to shake his head.
"Look at mine." Peter offered, stepping back a pace. "Go on, look." he directed again. Liam hesitated, then shifted his gaze to look at Peter's boyhood. "It's just a dick." Peter told him, "It's just skin. So? What's so scary... You can't run away from things just because they scare you..."
Whoa! Where had he heard that before? Peter suddenly became stoic, thinking back to the words that the counselor, Connie, had told him during their last visit, regarding the death of his parents. 'You can’t just run away from the things that scare you.' She'd said. It pissed him off now that he'd just proven her point... He didn't want her to be right, dammit... He was dealing with it just fine on his own. Wasn't he? Distracted by his own angry thoughts, and without a word, Peter stepped back to the other shower and turned off the water, then headed back to the change room to get dressed.
Liam was still standing under his own shower, worried now, thinking that his new friend Peter was angry with him. He gave himself a quick rinse, then shut off the water and hurried out to the change area where Peter was sitting on one of the benches in thought.
"Please don't be mad at me..." Liam uttered pleadingly, stepping up alongside the other boy. Peter looked up, pulled from his musings.
"What?" Peter asked blankly.
"Please... Please don't be mad at me." Liam said again softly, his voice almost quavering. Peter's face blanched, realizing that the other boy had mistaken his anger; thinking that it was directed at him.
"What, no..." Peter insisted, looking sadly up at Liam. "It's not, I'm not mad at you... I'm sorry, I was thinking about something else. Something that someone said yesterday. It's just... I just realized that maybe the counselor might be right. Maybe I am feeling afraid to deal with my parents dying... Maybe... Maybe if I do, then..."
"Then they really will be gone." Liam finished for him. Peter looked him directly in the eyes. That was it, wasn't it?! The other boy had just put it into words. They really will be gone then…
Peter sighed as he gazed at Liam, and then he smiled softly. The other boy still had shampoo in his hair; and the diluted lather was dripping down onto his shoulders and rolling slowly down his torso and over his red swimsuit. "Come on." Peter directed softly. "You've still got shampoo all over you." He stood, and putting his hand on Liam's shoulder he guided him back into the showers.
He turned on the water again, and ushered Liam under the stream. With calculated gentleness, he ran his fingers through Liam's flaxen hair, rinsing away the last of the shampoo which still lingered there and on his body. When the task was done, Liam opened his eyes, and he smiled gently at Peter.
"Thanks. That was, nice..." he said softly. Peter shrugged and offered a gentle smile of his own. He shut off the water then, and the two boys padded back across to the change area and scooped up their towels. Peter began to dry himself, tossing the towel over his head to dry his hair. When he finished he pulled the towel off his head, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Liam was standing there, facing away from him, but the boy had stripped off his red swim shorts, which were puddled now around his feet, leaving him standing there openly naked. Peter stared at him; the boy looked really nice, his firm buttocks were two plucky rounds, half spheres that glistened enticingly with wetness.
And then, without further fanfare, Liam took a deep breath and turned boldly to face him, leaving his arms hanging loosely at his sides. The boy kept his gaze on the floor, almost too embarrassed to look up. But there he stood, bravely allowing Peter to stare at his nakedness. Seconds passed, and finally he looked up timidly to see Peter smiling tenderly at him.
"You look really nice." Peter offered reassuringly. The other boy blushed, but indeed he did look nice. His youthful three inch penis was flaccid, yet sticking nearly strait out from his pelvic area, slanting only slightly downward; which might be mistaken for a partial stiffy. The boy had a dozen or so straggly pubes scattered just at the base of his penis; and hanging loosely below was the smooth clutch of his scrotum, shrouding his round, quarter sized cherries.
Liam looked down at his own boyhood for a moment, then glanced comparatively across at Peter's boy bits. Peter was slightly thicker that he was, but they were about the same length, but for the extra half inch of loose foreskin.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Peter asked. Liam glanced briefly at him and shook his head, shrugging slightly. Wanting Liam to feel comfortable with his first time nakedness, Peter turned away toward the wall, and went on about drying himself. Liam watched him for a moment, then seemed to realize that the hardest part really was over; and with a timid smile to himself, he began to towel himself dry. Naked, for the first time in front of someone else, and it was in the company of his new friend.
After they'd dressed, the two boys wandered back to their cabin, dumping their towels and soiled clothes on the ends of their beds. At the front of the cabin, the door banged opened and Dylon came strolling inside, kicking his shoes off near the door. He glanced back at Peter and Liam. "Hey, there you are. Where've you guys been? I was looking for you a while ago."
Peter shrugged slightly. "We were around. I just took a shower actually." he answered. Dylon nodded, then glanced at Liam, and noticed that his hair was wet, and uncombed as well. A slight smile crossed his lips.
"Really, a shower eh?" he remarked almost accusingly. He walked back to the bathroom at the end of the cabin, winking slyly at Peter as he passed.
"It wasn't like that you dork." Peter chuckled, throwing his wet towel at the other boy. Dylon only grinned and went into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open behind him. After a second or two, the steady sound of tinkling water drifted from the toilet, as well as a satisfied sigh of relief. The trickle eventually slowed, then stopped. There were two follow up squirts, and then the sound of the toilet flushing.
"Well, they're gonna' be serving dinner in about ten minutes." Dylon said as he emerged from the bathroom, zipping up his shorts. He crossed over to his bunk and flopped onto it, looking back at Peter. "So, you guys coming to dinner... Or, you two gonna go take another shower?" He teased.
He was immediately barraged by pillows, as first Peter, and then Liam fell to pummeling him playfully with the pillows from their bunks. Dylon scooped up his own pillow to defend himself, but outnumbered, he had no chance... The battle was brief, the boyish giggling was intense, until Dylon finally conceded, and surrendered to the other two boys, pleading with them to stop through his giggles...
Ten minutes later found them all at the main complex, in the cafeteria. The boys of cabin two all sat together at the same table while they ate. Idly chatting about the things that interest boys. Liam seemed to loosen up, and he was an active participant in the conversation, much more so than he had been in the past.
The twins suggested again that they all go down for kayak lessons the next day. The rain front had passed, and it was supposed to be another hot summer day. Justin quietly whispered to Dylon about hiking up the creek to the pool and skinny dipping. He was being secretive about it, not sure if Liam was supposed to be in on it or not. Dylon only shrugged, saying, "We'll see."
They all hung around after dinner, and watched a movie in the main activity room with many of the other kids from the camp. The staff decided to show 'Jurassic Park' on the big screen TV, with plenty of popcorn to pass (and throw) around; and what kid doesn't like dinosaurs, after all...
When that had ended, the boys sauntered back to their cabin for the night. They ended up pushing Justin and Jason's bunks together, so that they could all lay around playing board games and such, including their own version of 'truth of dare'. Which of course quickly became boyishly low brow.
The questions went from, 'have you ever kissed a girl' to, 'how often to you jerk off'. The dares went from, run outside and yell "I love you", to worse things like, sniffing someone else's fart, or even pulling down your pants and running around outside for ten seconds'. There was a lot of laughing that went on, and the twins quickly proved that they'd do almost anything on a dare.
It grew late, and after a time, the boys had all drifted off to their own bunks, and before long sleep seemed to overtake them all. Soft breathing filled the darkened cabin, until an hour or so later, when young Liam began to toss and turn restlessly in his sleep. More bad dreams perhaps. The boy woke with a start, and lay there for some time unable to go back to sleep.
He raised his head and peered through the darkness toward Peter's bunk, and finally, feeling very lonely, Liam slipped from his bed and padded quietly on bare feet across the cabin to stand alongside Peter's bunk. He stood there quietly for a moment, wondering if he should wake Peter, but he changed his mind.
Quietly he walked back to the bathroom deciding that a drink of water might help him. The boy turned on the faucet a little, then stooped over and leaned in closely, slurping some water as it flowed from the spigot. He stood then, and wiped his mouth with a forearm, then turned to leave. He saw Peter standing just outside the door looking at him.
"You okay?" Peter whispered, stepping into the bathroom with him.
"I... I couldn't sleep." Liam breathed, shivering now.
"Bad dream again?" Peter asked, and Liam nodded quietly. Peter stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the other boy in a comforting hug. Liam slipped his arms around Peter's waist, and they stood there for several seconds comforting one another.
"Come on." Peter whispered finally, taking Liam by the elbow and leading him back out into the main cabin toward Liam's bunk. He lifted the covers for him, so that the boy could slither under them. To Liam's grateful surprise, Peter crawled in under the covers with him, and settled in beside him.
They lay closely, facing one another in the darkness. Peter rubbed his hands up and down the other boy's arms, to stop his shivering. "That better?" he whispered. Liam nodded in the darkness.
Peter leaned forward, just as he had done the other night, and gently kissed Liam on the forehead. It was a loving gesture that his mother used to do to comfort him. Longing for that love, Liam quickly pulled in closely to Peter, hugging him tightly, and snuggling warmly against his bare breast.
Peter was surprised for a moment, but the other boy's warmth was a wonderfully pleasant thing, and he returned the embrace. Their bodies were snug together, the bare skin of their legs and feet naturally overlapped. The feeling was nice. Comforting.
Drawn to him, Peter innocently kissed the other boy on the cheek again, then snuggled affectionately with him for several minutes.
He could feel Liam shifting his body slightly, and then, to his surprise he could feel an odd firmness pressing against him. He realized just as suddenly what it was. Liam's boyhood had swollen to a stout peg, and it was pressing innocently against his own cotton briefs.
His eyes widened in the darkness, and just as quickly he realized that his own boyhood had joined the party. He could feel it now, firmly meeting the other boy's turgid pole. He was totally surprised, and his first thought was to pull away down below, but... But he couldn’t. It was such a pleasant feeling.
In fact, he did the opposite. He pushed his hips forward slightly, encouraging the contact. Their stiffened appendages bumped, and rubbed together, sending a wave of euphoria through him. Surely Liam could feel it as well, how could he not. Peter stifled a moan as he felt his own boyhood lurch... A sharp breath escaped him.
Peter shifted slightly, trying to see Liam's face. In the dusk of the room, he could barely make out Liam's features. The boy's doe-like eyes looked back at him, and then to his amazement, Liam leaned forward slightly and kissed him ever so gently. It was an innocent, but meaningful little peck...
Without thinking, Peter returned the gentle caress, their soft lips pressed together for a moment. As if drawn in, Peter pressed his hips urgently forward again. The motion was met in kind, as Liam's firm mound of boyhood seemed to strain forward against his own, separated only by the thin layers of their briefs. Peter could feel the gentle spasms of the other boy’s penis, as it twitched several times. Shit this was so fucking erotic... Almost instinctively Peter slid his hand down to cover the firm roundness of Liam's buttocks, as if wanting to pull the other boy into him. "Mmm..." a gentle hum escaped his throat, as his adolescent penis twitched again.
Liam squirmed ever so slightly against his body, then seemed to stiffen rigidly against him. A strained, drawn out breath filled his ears, and suddenly he could feel a warm wetness spread against his briefs. "Ohhh..." Peter breathed in surprise, an then his own loins seized... He pushed tightly against Liam as his boyhood twitched multiple times, and suddenly spilled a wet load of boyish seed into his own underwear.
His hips strained for a moment against the other boy, followed by a deep shudder, and then there was silence. Their breaths came heavy in the darkness for a short time. A pleasant shiver ran between them, though its origin could have been from either boy.
In the darkened room, their breathing soon slowed and matched that of the other boys across the cabin. Soft, and peaceful... No words were exchanged between the two as they lay there in the darkness; pleasantly surprised, and perhaps a little embarrassed. Eventually both drifted off to dream filled sleep, their arms still clinging to one another.
Peter woke sometime in the middle of the night. As quietly as he could, he slipped out of Liam's bunk and crossed over to his own. It probably wouldn't due to be seen in the same bed, cuddled together. Feeling wetness down below, Peter slipped out of his briefs, wiping his genitals and pubic area with them.
He crawled naked under his own covers, and stretching himself out comfortably he contemplated the strange feelings he was having. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but... It all seemed strange and oddly wonderful. He wanted to think more about it, but his eyelids drooped; sleep was taking him. Tomorrow was another day. The boys would go up to the hidden pool together, and who knows what would happen there. Whatever it was though, Peter was anxious to find out...
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~~End of Chapter Four~~
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**Excerpt from Previous Chapter
* 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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The boys returned from the beach to the Retreat by mid afternoon and headed back to their cabin to relax a bit. When they arrived, the four of them were the only ones in the cabin, and Peter once again reminded the twins that what had happened today was strictly a secret between the four of them. It quite simply was no one else's business.
They all agreed of course; no one would want others to know about their running around on the beach naked, which most certainly was against the camp rules, as Jason pointed out. And certainly no one needed to know about the unexpected sexual boyplay that they had all shared. No, that was a naughty pleasure that they would always keep amongst themselves.
After the boys had changed clothes, and cleaned up a little, they all drifted back outside in search of other things to do. Reading the activities board, the twins decided they wanted to go down to the water and try some kayaking; one of the other activities that the camp offered. It sounded like fun to Peter and Dylon as well, but since they had missed lunch again, they headed off to the cafeteria to see what they could round up.
Camp rules again... If you missed meal time, you wouldn't be served. The boys had to settle on apples and bananas, which were always left in bowels on the tables for snacks at any time of the day. The one plus, Dylon had scrounged up a jar of Peanut Butter from somewhere; but with a mischievous grin, he was reluctant to reveal where.
When they'd had their fill of the snacks, the boys wandered back outside, and eventually crossed over to the basketball courts. They sat around for a few minutes watching, and finally joined in with a pick up game that had been going on. They both played for half an hour or so, and then between games, Peter decided he'd had enough for the day.
Since Dylon wanted to play longer, he remained behind at the courts as Peter walked around the complex. There were times that he rather enjoyed being alone, and after strolling around the grounds for a few minutes, Peter decided he'd walk back to the cabin and relax, maybe read a little and finish up his book.
As he entered the cabin, he almost didn't notice that one of the other boys was also in the room, lying quietly on his bunk, facing away toward the wall. It was Liam, the other twelve year old. At first Peter thought he was asleep, since the boy hadn't moved when Peter had come in; but then he thought he heard a quiet sniffling sound, and he noticed the boy's shoulders heave a little, as if he were crying.
Peter stepped cautiously near the end of the other boys bunk. "Are... Are you okay?" he asked softly. But no reply came from young Liam. In fact, the boy turned his head into his pillow, apparently feeling embarrassed at being discovered crying.
Peter walked to the side of the bunk. "It's ok... Look, I'm sorry dude. I didn't mean to walk in on you." He stood for a moment, then sat softly on the edge of the bed near the prone boy. "Liam, what's wrong man?" The other boy lay motionless for a moment, before finally raising his head slightly and glancing back at Peter. His eyes were red rimmed, and began to water anew as he turned back to bury his face in the pillow.
With gentle concern, Peter put his hand softly on the boy's shoulder, and rubbed it gently. "Can... Can I do anything to help?" Peter asked kindly; but the other boy merely shook his head a little, face still in the pillow. Not knowing what to do, Peter continued to stroke the other boy's shoulder for a moment, hoping it would be of some comfort to him.
Finally, deciding that the other boy was likely embarrassed, he pulled his hand away and stood up from the bunk. "Well, if you need anything..." he said quietly, and he turned and walked back to the other side of the cabin to his own bunk. He sat there for a moment trying to decide if he should stay, or just leave and give Liam a little bit of privacy. He'd just decided that he should leave when he heard a quiet voice from across the room.
"S... Sorry..." Liam spoke, just above a whisper. "Thanks for offering though."
"Hmm? Oh, yeah no problem dude. So, you okay?" There was a long pause.
"I umm... I just came from seeing the counselor." Liam said quietly, as he rolled onto his side and looked thoughtfully across at Peter. "So... Could I ask you somethin' kind of personal?"
"Uh, yeah I suppose." Peter responded cautiously.
"Your Mom and Dad died... Didn't they?” Liam asked gently. The question startled Peter, and he tensed involuntarily just a bit, feeling his throat tighten.
"Yeah." he answered quietly. "Yeah about seven months ago..."
Liam sat up on his bunk, and wiped a tear from his cheek, as the two boys sat in silence for a moment, glancing at one another. "M... Me too." Liam finally broke the silence. "I mean, my mom died three months ago. My dad moved out about five years ago, they divorced." The youngster sat up on his bed with a stoic look on his young face.
"Sorry..." Peter offered, compassionately.
"Yeah, me too." Liam returned. They sat quietly again, both lost in their own thoughts for the moment. "I... I feel all lonely inside." Liam said unexpectedly, breaking the silence. "Everyone is trying to tell me how to feel, but..."
"But you already know how you feel." Peter finished knowingly. "I know. Everybody thinks they can help you by telling you what you should think, or do. But the truth is, you really have to figure it out for yourself.” The boys locked eyes for a moment, and Liam smiled softly at Peter.
"Thanks..." the boy sighed.
"We'll be alright." Peter smiled and nodded reassuringly. "It just takes time, I think."
They sat quietly a moment, and Peter peered at the other boy. Liam was kind of cute, he thought suddenly. The boy had soft green eyes, with long flaxen hair, much longer than Peter's. The youngster had a small boyish nose, providing him a very youthful look. He seemed a bit small for a twelve year old, but it was obvious that he had a nice body.
The boy was wearing loose shorts and a snug red tank top, which bespoke of his leanness; and Peter couldn't help but notice the boy's tan, lean legs and smallish bare feet. He shook his head then, realizing suddenly that he had quite literally been 'checking out' the other boy, as he lay on his bunk. It confused him, because he wasn't just idly comparing the other boy to himself, but looking at him with some kind of curious attraction. His pubescent hormones were playing with him, no doubt.
But then, as he thought about it, odd things seemed to be happening these last few days. Ever since he'd actually jerked off with his new friend Dylon. Ever since then, he'd become totally aware of 'other boys', and how they looked. And, the weirdest part was, he caught himself becoming aroused by it. Not curious, but aroused by the other boys. It was becoming a 'thing' with him...
Liam got up off his bunk then, and walked back to the bathroom to wash his face. He had left door open, and hearing the water running, Peter felt compelled to help somehow. Hopping off his bunk he grabbed up a fresh towel, taking it back to the bathroom and offering it to the other boy.
"Thanks." Liam said appreciatively, as he dried his face. "Does it look like I've been crying?" he asked warily.
"No. Nobody will know. It's our secret." Peter assured him. Liam smiled, and feeling a bit vulnerable he unexpectedly put his arms around Peter's waist for a brief, thankful hug.
"Thanks for being nice to me." The boy said. Peter returned the innocent hug, and he couldn't help but notice the warmth of the other boy’s body, and how nice it felt, pressed against him like this. Puberty calling again? Or perhaps just a lonely boy, who needed the connection and warmth of contact with another human being.
When they broke the hug, Liam looked solemnly at Peter. "I know you're like, friends with the other boys in our cabin, but... Do you think I could, maybe hang out with you a little tomorrow? I mean, if it's okay... I just, well, need a friend..."
"Yeah. Hey no problem Liam. I mean, we can hang out if you want." Peter smiled. Liam nodded happily. "So, you wanna' go walk around a little right now?" Peter offered kindly. It seemed to perk up the other boy.
They two of them left the cabin and meandered through the complex together. Peter steered them past the main building, where he stopped for a moment to run inside and buy both of them a can of soda from one of the vending machines, before they continued on their way.
Angling past the sport courts, they found Dylon, still busily shooting hoops with some other boys, and apparently the twins hadn't returned yet from their kayaking lesson; so Peter and Liam decided they would head down the trail to the beach. At the bottom of the hill the boys kicked off their shoes and walked the shoreline, the sand feeling pleasantly warm and inviting beneath their bare feet. They chatted casually together, strolling quite a ways up the beach before turning around and heading back again.
Eventually the boys stood just at the edge of the water, gazing out at the shining surface, and tossing small stones, attempting to skip them into the shallow surf as it washed inward along the sand and rolled across their feet, before receding again to meet the next incoming wave. It kept them occupied for long while, until they heard the bell ringing back up the hill at the Retreat, indicating that it was nearly dinner time.
Tossing their last handful of stones, the boys walked back from the water and sat on a small driftwood log to put their shoes back on. Liam was about to shove his sand covered foot into his shoe, when Peter stopped him. He reached over helpfully and brushed the sand from the other boy's foot. Liam looked up at him thoughtfully, then smiled.
"Thanks..." The boy said softly. "My mom… My mom would do stuff like that..." he sighed wistfully.
"You really miss her, don't you?" Peter stated, more of a comment than a question. Liam nodded sadly, a small catch in his breathing. Peter slid his arm around the other boy's shoulders and gave him a reassuring squeeze. "We'll be alright..." he said again, just as he had done in the cabin. The bell rang again atop the hill. "We'd better go." Peter said, hopping to his feet. "I'm starving..."
Dinner found the boys from cabin two, including Liam, sitting around the same table, talking boisterously while they ate. The twins were excitedly telling everyone about kayaking. Apparently it had been great fun, and they figured that everyone from the cabin should go so they could enjoy it together.
The boys agreed that it sounded like a lot of fun, and decided they might give it a try at some point. Perhaps after their 'lost boy' adventure up at the creek tomorrow. Of course, only the twins, Peter and Dylon knew what that adventure would be. Skinny dipping in the natural pool above the rock outcropping.
The boys stuffed themselves, all of them hungry, having missed the noon meal. Meaty spaghetti and lots of warm garlic bread was consumed with ravenous boylike appetites, by all the boys. Dylon, who seemingly had a bottomless pit for a stomach, filled his plate for a second time. He refilled his salad plate several times, and scarfed every piece of garlic bread he could find.
They all laughed and cracked each other up, telling stupid boylike jokes that only kids of that age would find amusing. Then, after dinner, and Dylon had finished his second dessert, they all headed outside, and after only a short rest they began playing volley ball on one of the tennis courts, challenging the boys from one of the other cabins. The games went on for nearly an hour, before they decided to head back to the cabin for the evening.
Wet with perspiration, Peter and Dylon decided to head down to the showers again to clean up. The twins, Justin and Jason smiled knowingly at them, and decided they would tag along, just in case there was any 'fun' to be had. Liam remained stolidly on his bunk, until Peter insisted that he grab a towel and come along with them.
When they got to the 'shower shack', there were three other boys already inside, showering and getting cleaned up. The presence of other boys seemed to rule out any 'boyplay' between themselves. Peter and Dylon quickly got undressed and comfortably naked, they padded across to the shower stalls.
The twins were quick to follow, hanging their things on the wooden pegs, and stripping off their shorts they followed the older boys into the shower area. Finally, after a few minutes, Liam joined them in the stalls as well, taking the open shower next to Peter. He was still wearing a pair of red swim shorts; apparently too shy to be seen naked with the others. Two of the other boys who had been in the showers before them were similarly attired, apparently too shy to be seen in the nude.
They all showered, sharing shampoo and soap, and periodically joking, and splashing water at one another. Liam stood almost unnoticed, washing himself rather timidly, and keeping pretty much to himself as he stood under his shower head on the end. But he did sneak frequent, curious peeks at the other boys; and at Peter in particular. Dylon had noticed him peeking.
"Hey Liam..." Dylon said. "We're all friends here. You can take your swim shorts off. It’s okay, no need to be shy bro..." But Liam only blushed at the attention.
"Come on," Justin offered casually, "We're all about the same, it's no biggie..."
"It's no biggie..." Jason laughed at the comment. "Yeah, yours is no Biggie." he chortled, pointing at his brother’s dick. Peter turned to see Liam blushing, but even so he seemed to smile at Jason's joke.
"Hey, it's okay Liam." Peter offered quietly. "You can do whatever you want. Leave your shorts on if you feel like it." He smiled reassuringly at the boy standing next to him. Liam looked over at Peter, grateful for the support, then he glanced down at Peter's soft penis, before looking away shyly.
When they had finished with their showers, the boys dried and dressed, before heading back to their cabin. Liam had wrapped his towel protectively around his waist, stalling somewhat, before pulling off his wet swim suit, and changing shyly beneath his firmly wrapped towel into his underpants.
The twins had finished, and already left the 'shower shack', headed back to the cabin. Dylon finished up as well, noticing that Liam was stalling, and taking his time. Allowing him some privacy, Dylon picked up the rest of his stuff and headed back to the cabin as well.
Peter and Liam were the last two still in the shower building, and finally Liam pulled off his towel, now that he had his underwear safely in place. He glanced causally at Peter. "Thanks again." he offered softly. Peter's eyes strayed down to the other boy's underwear, and noting that there seemed to be a fairly good sized bulge there, he wondered why Liam was so shy; but he said nothing.
Finally back at the cabin for the evening, the boys all sprawled around on their bunks once again. They talked, and told more stories, then most of them joined in to play a board game on Dylon's bunk for awhile. Justin decided to lay on his own bunk, watching another movie on his iPad.
All that evening, young Liam kept glancing at Peter, who was sitting cross legged on his own bunk, wearing only a small pair of Nike sport shorts, having stripped off his shirt earlier. They played the game for a while, and then one by one they began drifting off to start getting ready for bed.
When Liam went back to the bathroom to brush his teeth for the night, Dylon leaned over to talk to Peter. "Dude, I think Liam might have a little boycrush on you or something." he whispered. "He's been sneaking peeks at you all night."
"Na..." Peter smiled dismissively, shaking his head. "He just feels a little connection with me. You know, since we both lost a parent. He's just lonely, that's all."
"Yeah, maybe." Dylon considered. "Hey, you want to take him up to the pool with us tomorrow? I mean, I know he's shy and all, but maybe if the rest of us are skinny dipping, well, maybe he'll loosen up and join us.”
"Maybe... We'll see what happens." Peter answered. Then, as Liam came out of the bathroom, Peter grabbed up his own toothbrush and headed back to brush his teeth and use the toilet before turning in.
An hour or so later, all the boys seemed to have drifted off for the night. Peter had was almost asleep, but his bladder kicked in, urging him to get up and take a leak. Tossing aside his covers, he crawled out of his bunk. He heard a slight murmur from across the cabin, and he turned to glance at Liam's bunk. The boy was asleep, but seemed to be having an uncomfortable dream. He was tossing a bit, and making barely audible sounds.
Peter felt badly for him. He had experienced his sown share of bad dreams after he had lost his parents. It was hard not to. His bladder called out to him again, requiring immediate relief, and he turned quickly and walked back to the toilet. He stood there for what seemed an eternity, as an endless stream of piss splashed noisily into the bowl. Finally she squeezed away the last few drops and tucked himself back into his briefs.
Switching off the dim bathroom light, Peter opened the door and walked back out into the dark cabin. He stopped for a moment, glancing through the dimness at Liam. The bad dream seemed to have passed, and the other boy was lying quietly now.
Padding back to his own bunk, Peter slipped between the cool sheets, yawned, and then rolled onto his side facing the wall. He lay there for a few minutes, hovering between restful thought and sleep. Then ever so faintly he heard a quiet whisper calling his name.
He opened his eyes to the dimness of the room, and after several seconds his eyes focused on the boy, Liam, standing there alongside his bunk wearing only his white cotton briefs, with his arms wrapped around himself as if it were cold. Peter lifted his head to look at him.
"I had a bad dream." The boy whispered. Peter looked at the sad young boy, and without a word he lifted his bed covers, offering comfort and warmth. Liam slid into the bed alongside him and lay on his side, also facing the wall. Peter settled the covers back around him. In the darkness, he could feel the other boy shivering, even though the night air was still quite comfortable.
Feeling compelled to help, he scooted closer and instinctively dropped his arm over the other boy's torso, spooning against him reassuringly to stop his trembles. They lay lightly nestled that way in silence for some time. The boy's shivers subsided shortly, comforted by the warmth generated now between the two boys.
Liam turned his head slightly, looking back over his shoulder. "I'm Sorry..." he whispered.
"Its okay." Peter offered sincerely. "I had a lot of bad dreams after... After the accident." He remembered, thinking back to the painful memories of those nightmarish dreams. He knew then that Liam hadn't been shivering because it was cold; he was trembling because he was scared.
"I can't stop thinking about it." Liam whispered in the darkness.
"I know." Peter acknowledged. "I'm the same way." In the next bunk they could hear Dylon roll over in his sleep; perhaps disturbed by their whispers. "Come on..." Peter prompted quietly, lifting the covers again. The boys scooted quietly off the bed, and taking Liam by the hand, Peter led them through the darkness of the cabin and out the front door.
It was quite dark outside, but there was a picnic table only a dozen yards away, just off the walkway between their cabin and another. They padded across the course fescue grass and sat atop the wooden table, bare feet down on the bench.
The boys sat closely side by side, clad only their white cotton briefs, and blanketed by the darkness. They sat quietly for several minutes, simply looking up through the trees at the twinkling stars that filled the distant night sky.
"You doing alright?" Peter asked softly, gazing at the other boy. Liam glanced back at him, shrugging his shoulders doubtfully.
"I don't know." Liam breathed. "I start to feel better at times, and then... It just washes over me sometimes. It's just... I feel like I'm alone, you know?" Peter's lips tightened in a thin line.
"Yeah, yeah I know..." he confirmed in low tones. Liam looked over at him solemnly.
"So... You lost your parents like seven months ago, right. So, does it... Does it get easier?" He asked hesitantly, as if fearing the answer. Peter looked down at his feet, thoughtfully.
"Yeah... I guess. I mean, it kinda fades away. I used to dream about my mom and dad, like, all the time. I could see them, as if they were right there with me. But now, well, not so much. It's like they're getting farther away. Now, if I dream about them, it's like they're just ghosts off in the distance..."
Liam heard the words, and shivered alongside him. Peter glanced over at him, then draped his arm over the other boy’s bare shoulders, holding him comfortingly. "They aren't like scary ghosts or anything, just... You know, it's like I just can't see them anymore."
"Does it still hurt?" Liam asked softly. Peter looked at him again and shrugged.
"Not hurting really. It, it just feels empty somehow, I guess. It's like maybe deep inside I thought they would come back somehow, but... Not anymore. I know they're gone now." The boys sat quietly for a minute, and feeling the kinship of loneliness, Liam lay his head over onto Peter's shoulder.
"I wish my mom was still here." Liam whispered finally. "She'd always hug me and stuff, like kissing me on the forehead. I told her to stop it, ‘cause I was too old for that, but... I really miss it now." Peter sighed knowingly, he certainly knew that feeling very well. Without thought, he turned his head slightly and with innocent compassion, he kissed Liam gently on the forehead. He could hear the other boy's tearful peep, and he held him even tighter, offering the comfort that they both needed.
The boys sat there that way for some time, Peter's arm still wrapped comfortably around the other boy's shoulders, both trying to stave off the emptiness that perpetually haunted them. Two boys, tethered by this human contact as they floated through the dark seas of loneliness.
After a long while, Liam yawned, and feeling drawn by the auspice of sleep, the pair scooted off the picnic table and wandered back across to their cabin. Entering quietly, they padded softly to the back of the cabin, standing together in silence for a moment.
"Thank you." Liam breathed quietly with a thin smile. He turned and looked across toward his empty bunk and sighed; but before he could take a step, Peter reached out and took him by the wrist, leading him gently back to his own bunk. Lifting the covers, Peter crawled in, drawing Liam in with him.
The other boy, not wanting to be alone, willingly slipped under the covers alongside his new friend, truly moved by this gesture of kindness. They snuggled in closely together, neither feeling any awkwardness at this unlikely pairing of two boys in close physical contact. Peter was lying on his side, and he laid his arm across the other boy, his hand resting softly atop Liam's bare chest.
They lay nestled in this fashion, both enjoying the feel of one another’s smooth warm skin against their own. Peter could feel the softness of Liam's bare foot against his, the smoothness of the other boy's leg was like warm satin touching his thigh. They lay closely together. So closely that Peter breathed in the soft fine smell of the other boy.
He thought back, years past when his mother would lay with him sometimes at bedtime. He remembered how he could smell her gentle fragrance then, and how it had comforted him somehow. He felt that comfort again now. The other boy's soft musk was yet another discernable connection to another human being; this flaxen haired boy who was pressed softly against him.
Liam was feeling the connection as well. Peter's gentle breathing dusted his cheek, and he deeply appreciated the warmth of this human blanket which was wrapped almost lovingly around him; reassuring him that he wasn't on his own. Peter's hand was warm upon his chest, and he moved his own hand to cover it. His fingers wrapping lightly around it, holding it there protectively.
"We'll be alright..." Peter breathed quietly in his ear. Raising his head slightly, he leaned in and gave the other boy an innocently sweet kiss on his cheek. Feeling safe, sleep overtook Liam quite quickly now; his breathing softened, barley disturbing the air.
In the darkness, Peter smiled at the closeness of it all. He thought back again, realizing that he'd not known this safe, cocoon like feeling since his mother had last cradled him a long, long time in the past. So long ago now that he had almost forgotten it. He smiled sadly, a slight but reminiscent tear forming in the corner of his eye.
With a sigh, he snuggled in more closely against the sleeping boy at his side; and feeling drawn by the tender moment, he raised his head again, leaning forward once more and kissing Liam softly just on the corner of his mouth. The sleeping boy shifted slightly into him then, his head settling on the pillow near Peter's, with his cheek snuggled gently against the other boy's shoulder.
The gentle movement caused the boy's hip to rub innocently against Peter's groin, suddenly making Peter aware that his own boyhood was firmly erect at the moment. It surprised him; he'd not even realized that he was in a fully turgid state.
He felt his boyhood twitch because of the contact, sending a pleasant tingle through his boyish groin. It felt good, and it was so completely erotic, that almost instinctively he leaned his hips forward a little, intentionally seeking out further contact. His rigid member pressed against the other boy's hip again, immediately sending another pleasant, and urgent pulse through his insides. He could barely hold back…
Peter shuddered in the darkness as he held himself against the other boy's warm body. He daren't move now; fearing that any further motion would most certainly trigger him into a full ejaculation. He shuddered again, both fighting, and enjoying the sudden rush of near climax.
Within moments the urgency had subsided, and Peter was able to relax his thighs, having just avoided an unexpectedly wet discharge into his briefs. He exhaled softly, surprised at just how stimulating this gentle contact had been, and just how close he'd been to coming. Knowing that Liam was sleeping, a tenuous curiosity crept over him; and still feeling aroused, he moved his hand downward, sliding it from Liam's chest onto his flat tummy.
He paused there a moment, before pubescent curiosity urged him onward. His hand drifted downward again, contacting the elastic waistband and then the soft cotton of the other boy's briefs. He swallowed dryly. Seeming unable to stop himself, or perhaps not wanting to, he continued until the heel of his palm bumped against a surprisingly firm rise in the other boy's undershorts.
Peter shivered again, his heart thrumming excitedly in the darkness. His hand drifted across the mound of cotton covered boyflesh, and settled on top of it. He swallowed again, feeling the rounded lump twitch suddenly beneath his fingers. Peter shivered in response. Liam most certainly sporting a youthful erection as well. 'Oh fuck...' he thought to himself, surprised by his sudden desire to feel it.
The other boy shifted in his sleep then, rolling gently toward Peter. Slightly alarmed, and feeling a little guilty, Peter pulled his hand away, and rolled over onto his back. He lay there for awhile staring into the darkness and contemplating the excitement he'd felt by the other boy's arousal. It seemed to have become a thing with him lately. Other boys... He closed his eyes then, and after a time, managed a fitful sleep.
* * * * *
The following morning brought an unexpected rain, a supposedly passing storm that seemed to last all day. It rained heavily at times, pretty much putting a damper on the boys heading up the beach to the hidden pool. Of course there was no shooting hoops in the rain, and even the Kayaking was postponed, as the open water of the Sound had grown too rough for such an activity.
The twins seemed rather disappointed, since they had been looking forward to the outing, and having another boyishly wild adventure along the beach. With nothing else to do, the boys all hung around the complex for most of the day, taking advantage of some of the indoor activities which the camp staff offered.
After lunch, while the other boys engaged in board games in the main complex, Peter had slipped away, and donned a rain slicker. He strolled down the dripping, rain soaked trail to the beach; where he sat alone for a while on a large downed tree stump, gazing out into the bleak grayness beyond the sand. The water matched the sky in color, leaving an almost indistinguishable line between the two.
Peter was thoughtful as he sat there alone, contemplating the loss of his parents. Inspired perhaps by the previous evening's conversation about loneliness with Liam. He'd forced such thoughts out of his mind for the longest of times, refusing to give it any consideration. But these last few days, the contact he’d had with the other boys had made him long for the missing human connection.
He thought back to the innocent boyplay with his new friends Dylon, and the twins. That had been good fun, and it seemed to awaken things within him. Puberty had been rolling over him the past few months, and his adolescent urges seemed to be refining themselves, and coming to the forefront now that he was interacting with other boys his age, and of the same ilk.
And then there was last night. The sudden and unexpected encounter, and bonding with the other boy, Liam... There had obviously been an emotional connection there, owing to the fact that they both shared the same kind of personal loss. But there was something more there, which seemed to stick with Peter.
He thought again about the sexual contact he'd shared with the other boys. It seemed like pure, boylike curiosity at first. The natural physical cravings of boys learning and exploring this new phase of development. But, there was more. He felt it.
He had felt it with Liam as well, as they had lain innocently in the same bed, snuggled together for emotional comfort. There was a physicality to it as well. He had gotten a stout erection while touching another boy. He'd felt pure sexual arousal, and it was more than exciting when he'd touched the other boy’s personal bits...
And it wasn't just the simple physical contact that caused it. It was the physical contact with another boy that caused it... It excited him. It felt totally natural to him.
The rain seemed to pick up again then, coming down at a sharp angle now, and Peter hopped off the tree stump, pulling the rain hood up around his head. He turned and trudged his way back along the beach to the trail, and up toward the cabins.
It was pretty much deserted outside, what with the foul weather, but he could see quite a few people through the windows of the main building, entertaining themselves, or watching one of the large TV’s that were in the activities room. Not wishing the company, Peter chose to pass on by, and he headed back to cabin two. On the stoop just outside the door, he kicked off some wet sand that still clung to his shoes, and then he went inside.
He slipped off his wet shoes just inside the door, and padded barefoot back toward his bunk at the rear of the cabin; shedding the wet rain slicker. He took a moment to hang it on a wooden peg along the back wall, then shook his head like a puppy, flipping water from his hair. Peter's shirt and shorts were slightly damp and he peeled them off as well, leaving him only in his white briefs.
Deciding he'd hop over to the shower building for a warm shower, he stood in front of his locker and retrieved a change of clothes and a fresh towel. He tossed everything on top of his bunk, then padded back to the bathroom to take a much needed leak before heading across to the showers.
Being the only one in the cabin, he only half closed the bathroom door behind him as he stepped inside to the toilet and pulled himself out for some welcome relief. His pee stream continued on for many seconds, and Peter closed his eyes as he stood there; his mind wandering to other things. When he'd finished draining his bladder, he milked away the last few drops of pee, then stood with his eyes still closed, gently fingering his boyhood, which was already half erect at this point due to his stray thoughts. And let's be honest, it just felt good.
Peter didn't hear the main door to the cabin open, as young Liam had strolled in from the outside. The boy pulled off his dripping windbreaker, and was walking back toward his own bunk when he noticed the fresh clothes and towel which were laid out across the end of Peter's bunk. Curious, he thought.
He glanced around the empty cabin, and then back toward the half open door of the bathroom. He didn't hear anything, and he began to wonder about the clothes, and where Peter might have gotten off to. He stepped back toward the bathroom, and innocently pushed the door open a little further. His eyes widened, "Ohh..... Shit, sorry." he uttered.
When he'd looked in, he saw Peter standing at the toilet holding onto his mostly erect penis, playfully fingering himself. The boys looked at each other and Peter let his underwear flip back up, covering himself. Liam was blushing now, and he hurriedly stepped away, averting his gaze. He quickly stepped back over to his own bunk, and he stood there uncomfortably. "God I'm so sorry..." he muttered again. “I didn't know you were in there..."
Several seconds passed, and Peter finally stepped out of the bathroom, blushing a bit on his own. He glanced at Liam, then looked away a little awkwardly, returning to his own bunk. "Um, yeah... Look... It's ok. I uh, I should have closed the door." Peter admitted. "Um, I suppose you prob'ly saw..." he started to say; but Liam's blush already answered the question. Clearly he'd seen Peter 'enjoying his own company'.
It was one of those embarrassing moments. Seems like it happens to every boy at one time or another. Peter quickly slipped into his rain slicker, and picked up the towel and clothes from his bed. "I was... Just going down to take a shower." he explained quietly as he stepped into his flip flops, and with one last awkward glance at Liam he turned and started for the door.
"I... I could come with you." Liam offered timidly. "I needed to take a shower later anyway." Peter looked over at him, and then nodded gently, with a shy smile.
"Yeah... Yeah sure you can come if you want." he replied. Liam smiled back at him, then quickly went to his own locker and grabbed a towel and some fresh clothes. Together the boys headed out of the cabin and walked down the soggy, rain soaked walkway toward the shower building. They didn't really say anything along the way, but they glanced furtively at one another, both still feeling a bit awkward.
When they got there, Peter held the door open, and the boys went inside the 'shower shack'. They were the only ones in the building, which young Liam, shy as he was, was more than happy about. They walked over to the change area, setting their things on the benches. Peter hung his towel on one of the wooden dowels, then peeled off his rain slicker.
Liam had taken a seat on the bench, and was taking his time, stalling again as he slipped out of his shoes, and slowly pulled off the tee shirt he was wearing. Peter remembered how shy Liam had been the last time; even wearing a swimsuit into the showers, and then changing with a towel wrapped around himself. Wanting to make it easier for him, Peter quickly slipped out of his underwear and headed back to the shower area, giving Liam some privacy.
He stepped up near one of the shower heads, and turned the water on, adjusting it to a comfortable temperature. When the water had warmed sufficiently, he stepped under the stream and let it wash over him. Fully half a minute passed, and finally Liam stepped into the shower area, once again wearing his red swim shorts.
He glanced shyly at Peter, then stepped up to one of the showers near him and turned on the water. Tending to his own business, the boy squirted some body gel into his hand, and began bathing quietly, glancing sideways a time or two at Peter. The youngster couldn't help but peek down at Peter's privates, just as he had the previous time they'd showered. And after what just he'd seen back at the cabin, he was very curious.
"Um... You know it’s just us in here." Peter remarked casually, thinking to encourage the other boy over his shyness. "I mean, there's no reason to be shy in front of me." He glanced at Liam, trying to gauge his reaction. Liam only looked away.
"Yeah, well..." the other boy began, but he trailed off uncomfortably.
"It's no big deal, really. Were all the same." Peter offered sincerely. "Trust me, after you do it once, it prob'ly won't even bother you anymore." But the other boy seemed resolute to keep himself covered up.
"Look, it's just you and me, it won't get any easier than it is right now... Besides, you've even seen mine when I had a... A stiff..." The boy glanced at Peter, his eyes flitted down taking yet another peek at his boyhood. He looked away again, and they showered in silence for a moment.
It doesn't seem to matter where you are, there are always a few boys who are just so hung up their modesty that they struggle with it. Usually it’s the ones without siblings, or close friends, but there's always at least one or two.
Peter glanced again at the other boy. He looked down at his red bathing suit for a moment, noting that there seemed to be a good sized bump there. He sighed, and decided to just let it go. He began shampooing his hair.
"I... I can't help it..." Liam said unexpectedly. "I've never been naked in front of anyone before." He looked up at Peter, almost expecting him to laugh, but Peter looked back at him and nodded quietly.
"I understand, sure... But look, no one really even notices you, unless you make a big deal out of it. I mean, sure everyone takes a peek once in a while, it’s just normal curiosity. I mean heck, you've been peeking at mine." Peter reminded him. Liam blushed again, and looked down at his feet. Peter smiled softly, then in a bold move, he stepped across to the other shower and stood near him.
"Everyone has a first time." Peter said softly. "It's just us in here dude... Come on, don't think about it, and just give it a try." Liam looked at him doubtfully.
"I... I can't." The boy stuttered.
"Sure you can." Peter encouraged. He stepped closer to the other boy. "It's okay, just... Just for a second, just a little peek. That'll be a start." Liam glanced up at him. Peter reached his hand out toward the waistband of the red swim suit, but Liam quickly grabbed his hand, stopping him.
"I can't..." Liam breathed fearfully, causing the other boy to shake his head.
"Look at mine." Peter offered, stepping back a pace. "Go on, look." he directed again. Liam hesitated, then shifted his gaze to look at Peter's boyhood. "It's just a dick." Peter told him, "It's just skin. So? What's so scary... You can't run away from things just because they scare you..."
Whoa! Where had he heard that before? Peter suddenly became stoic, thinking back to the words that the counselor, Connie, had told him during their last visit, regarding the death of his parents. 'You can’t just run away from the things that scare you.' She'd said. It pissed him off now that he'd just proven her point... He didn't want her to be right, dammit... He was dealing with it just fine on his own. Wasn't he? Distracted by his own angry thoughts, and without a word, Peter stepped back to the other shower and turned off the water, then headed back to the change room to get dressed.
Liam was still standing under his own shower, worried now, thinking that his new friend Peter was angry with him. He gave himself a quick rinse, then shut off the water and hurried out to the change area where Peter was sitting on one of the benches in thought.
"Please don't be mad at me..." Liam uttered pleadingly, stepping up alongside the other boy. Peter looked up, pulled from his musings.
"What?" Peter asked blankly.
"Please... Please don't be mad at me." Liam said again softly, his voice almost quavering. Peter's face blanched, realizing that the other boy had mistaken his anger; thinking that it was directed at him.
"What, no..." Peter insisted, looking sadly up at Liam. "It's not, I'm not mad at you... I'm sorry, I was thinking about something else. Something that someone said yesterday. It's just... I just realized that maybe the counselor might be right. Maybe I am feeling afraid to deal with my parents dying... Maybe... Maybe if I do, then..."
"Then they really will be gone." Liam finished for him. Peter looked him directly in the eyes. That was it, wasn't it?! The other boy had just put it into words. They really will be gone then…
Peter sighed as he gazed at Liam, and then he smiled softly. The other boy still had shampoo in his hair; and the diluted lather was dripping down onto his shoulders and rolling slowly down his torso and over his red swimsuit. "Come on." Peter directed softly. "You've still got shampoo all over you." He stood, and putting his hand on Liam's shoulder he guided him back into the showers.
He turned on the water again, and ushered Liam under the stream. With calculated gentleness, he ran his fingers through Liam's flaxen hair, rinsing away the last of the shampoo which still lingered there and on his body. When the task was done, Liam opened his eyes, and he smiled gently at Peter.
"Thanks. That was, nice..." he said softly. Peter shrugged and offered a gentle smile of his own. He shut off the water then, and the two boys padded back across to the change area and scooped up their towels. Peter began to dry himself, tossing the towel over his head to dry his hair. When he finished he pulled the towel off his head, and his eyes widened in surprise.
Liam was standing there, facing away from him, but the boy had stripped off his red swim shorts, which were puddled now around his feet, leaving him standing there openly naked. Peter stared at him; the boy looked really nice, his firm buttocks were two plucky rounds, half spheres that glistened enticingly with wetness.
And then, without further fanfare, Liam took a deep breath and turned boldly to face him, leaving his arms hanging loosely at his sides. The boy kept his gaze on the floor, almost too embarrassed to look up. But there he stood, bravely allowing Peter to stare at his nakedness. Seconds passed, and finally he looked up timidly to see Peter smiling tenderly at him.
"You look really nice." Peter offered reassuringly. The other boy blushed, but indeed he did look nice. His youthful three inch penis was flaccid, yet sticking nearly strait out from his pelvic area, slanting only slightly downward; which might be mistaken for a partial stiffy. The boy had a dozen or so straggly pubes scattered just at the base of his penis; and hanging loosely below was the smooth clutch of his scrotum, shrouding his round, quarter sized cherries.
Liam looked down at his own boyhood for a moment, then glanced comparatively across at Peter's boy bits. Peter was slightly thicker that he was, but they were about the same length, but for the extra half inch of loose foreskin.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Peter asked. Liam glanced briefly at him and shook his head, shrugging slightly. Wanting Liam to feel comfortable with his first time nakedness, Peter turned away toward the wall, and went on about drying himself. Liam watched him for a moment, then seemed to realize that the hardest part really was over; and with a timid smile to himself, he began to towel himself dry. Naked, for the first time in front of someone else, and it was in the company of his new friend.
After they'd dressed, the two boys wandered back to their cabin, dumping their towels and soiled clothes on the ends of their beds. At the front of the cabin, the door banged opened and Dylon came strolling inside, kicking his shoes off near the door. He glanced back at Peter and Liam. "Hey, there you are. Where've you guys been? I was looking for you a while ago."
Peter shrugged slightly. "We were around. I just took a shower actually." he answered. Dylon nodded, then glanced at Liam, and noticed that his hair was wet, and uncombed as well. A slight smile crossed his lips.
"Really, a shower eh?" he remarked almost accusingly. He walked back to the bathroom at the end of the cabin, winking slyly at Peter as he passed.
"It wasn't like that you dork." Peter chuckled, throwing his wet towel at the other boy. Dylon only grinned and went into the bathroom, leaving the door wide open behind him. After a second or two, the steady sound of tinkling water drifted from the toilet, as well as a satisfied sigh of relief. The trickle eventually slowed, then stopped. There were two follow up squirts, and then the sound of the toilet flushing.
"Well, they're gonna' be serving dinner in about ten minutes." Dylon said as he emerged from the bathroom, zipping up his shorts. He crossed over to his bunk and flopped onto it, looking back at Peter. "So, you guys coming to dinner... Or, you two gonna go take another shower?" He teased.
He was immediately barraged by pillows, as first Peter, and then Liam fell to pummeling him playfully with the pillows from their bunks. Dylon scooped up his own pillow to defend himself, but outnumbered, he had no chance... The battle was brief, the boyish giggling was intense, until Dylon finally conceded, and surrendered to the other two boys, pleading with them to stop through his giggles...
Ten minutes later found them all at the main complex, in the cafeteria. The boys of cabin two all sat together at the same table while they ate. Idly chatting about the things that interest boys. Liam seemed to loosen up, and he was an active participant in the conversation, much more so than he had been in the past.
The twins suggested again that they all go down for kayak lessons the next day. The rain front had passed, and it was supposed to be another hot summer day. Justin quietly whispered to Dylon about hiking up the creek to the pool and skinny dipping. He was being secretive about it, not sure if Liam was supposed to be in on it or not. Dylon only shrugged, saying, "We'll see."
They all hung around after dinner, and watched a movie in the main activity room with many of the other kids from the camp. The staff decided to show 'Jurassic Park' on the big screen TV, with plenty of popcorn to pass (and throw) around; and what kid doesn't like dinosaurs, after all...
When that had ended, the boys sauntered back to their cabin for the night. They ended up pushing Justin and Jason's bunks together, so that they could all lay around playing board games and such, including their own version of 'truth of dare'. Which of course quickly became boyishly low brow.
The questions went from, 'have you ever kissed a girl' to, 'how often to you jerk off'. The dares went from, run outside and yell "I love you", to worse things like, sniffing someone else's fart, or even pulling down your pants and running around outside for ten seconds'. There was a lot of laughing that went on, and the twins quickly proved that they'd do almost anything on a dare.
It grew late, and after a time, the boys had all drifted off to their own bunks, and before long sleep seemed to overtake them all. Soft breathing filled the darkened cabin, until an hour or so later, when young Liam began to toss and turn restlessly in his sleep. More bad dreams perhaps. The boy woke with a start, and lay there for some time unable to go back to sleep.
He raised his head and peered through the darkness toward Peter's bunk, and finally, feeling very lonely, Liam slipped from his bed and padded quietly on bare feet across the cabin to stand alongside Peter's bunk. He stood there quietly for a moment, wondering if he should wake Peter, but he changed his mind.
Quietly he walked back to the bathroom deciding that a drink of water might help him. The boy turned on the faucet a little, then stooped over and leaned in closely, slurping some water as it flowed from the spigot. He stood then, and wiped his mouth with a forearm, then turned to leave. He saw Peter standing just outside the door looking at him.
"You okay?" Peter whispered, stepping into the bathroom with him.
"I... I couldn't sleep." Liam breathed, shivering now.
"Bad dream again?" Peter asked, and Liam nodded quietly. Peter stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the other boy in a comforting hug. Liam slipped his arms around Peter's waist, and they stood there for several seconds comforting one another.
"Come on." Peter whispered finally, taking Liam by the elbow and leading him back out into the main cabin toward Liam's bunk. He lifted the covers for him, so that the boy could slither under them. To Liam's grateful surprise, Peter crawled in under the covers with him, and settled in beside him.
They lay closely, facing one another in the darkness. Peter rubbed his hands up and down the other boy's arms, to stop his shivering. "That better?" he whispered. Liam nodded in the darkness.
Peter leaned forward, just as he had done the other night, and gently kissed Liam on the forehead. It was a loving gesture that his mother used to do to comfort him. Longing for that love, Liam quickly pulled in closely to Peter, hugging him tightly, and snuggling warmly against his bare breast.
Peter was surprised for a moment, but the other boy's warmth was a wonderfully pleasant thing, and he returned the embrace. Their bodies were snug together, the bare skin of their legs and feet naturally overlapped. The feeling was nice. Comforting.
Drawn to him, Peter innocently kissed the other boy on the cheek again, then snuggled affectionately with him for several minutes.
He could feel Liam shifting his body slightly, and then, to his surprise he could feel an odd firmness pressing against him. He realized just as suddenly what it was. Liam's boyhood had swollen to a stout peg, and it was pressing innocently against his own cotton briefs.
His eyes widened in the darkness, and just as quickly he realized that his own boyhood had joined the party. He could feel it now, firmly meeting the other boy's turgid pole. He was totally surprised, and his first thought was to pull away down below, but... But he couldn’t. It was such a pleasant feeling.
In fact, he did the opposite. He pushed his hips forward slightly, encouraging the contact. Their stiffened appendages bumped, and rubbed together, sending a wave of euphoria through him. Surely Liam could feel it as well, how could he not. Peter stifled a moan as he felt his own boyhood lurch... A sharp breath escaped him.
Peter shifted slightly, trying to see Liam's face. In the dusk of the room, he could barely make out Liam's features. The boy's doe-like eyes looked back at him, and then to his amazement, Liam leaned forward slightly and kissed him ever so gently. It was an innocent, but meaningful little peck...
Without thinking, Peter returned the gentle caress, their soft lips pressed together for a moment. As if drawn in, Peter pressed his hips urgently forward again. The motion was met in kind, as Liam's firm mound of boyhood seemed to strain forward against his own, separated only by the thin layers of their briefs. Peter could feel the gentle spasms of the other boy’s penis, as it twitched several times. Shit this was so fucking erotic... Almost instinctively Peter slid his hand down to cover the firm roundness of Liam's buttocks, as if wanting to pull the other boy into him. "Mmm..." a gentle hum escaped his throat, as his adolescent penis twitched again.
Liam squirmed ever so slightly against his body, then seemed to stiffen rigidly against him. A strained, drawn out breath filled his ears, and suddenly he could feel a warm wetness spread against his briefs. "Ohhh..." Peter breathed in surprise, an then his own loins seized... He pushed tightly against Liam as his boyhood twitched multiple times, and suddenly spilled a wet load of boyish seed into his own underwear.
His hips strained for a moment against the other boy, followed by a deep shudder, and then there was silence. Their breaths came heavy in the darkness for a short time. A pleasant shiver ran between them, though its origin could have been from either boy.
In the darkened room, their breathing soon slowed and matched that of the other boys across the cabin. Soft, and peaceful... No words were exchanged between the two as they lay there in the darkness; pleasantly surprised, and perhaps a little embarrassed. Eventually both drifted off to dream filled sleep, their arms still clinging to one another.
Peter woke sometime in the middle of the night. As quietly as he could, he slipped out of Liam's bunk and crossed over to his own. It probably wouldn't due to be seen in the same bed, cuddled together. Feeling wetness down below, Peter slipped out of his briefs, wiping his genitals and pubic area with them.
He crawled naked under his own covers, and stretching himself out comfortably he contemplated the strange feelings he was having. He wasn't sure exactly what was going on, but... It all seemed strange and oddly wonderful. He wanted to think more about it, but his eyelids drooped; sleep was taking him. Tomorrow was another day. The boys would go up to the hidden pool together, and who knows what would happen there. Whatever it was though, Peter was anxious to find out...
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~~End of Chapter Four~~
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