Peter and the Pirates
Chapter 05
* Thanks to the many readers of my "About A Boy" stories, for your continued readership. I appreciate all of your emails, all the comments and the feedback. As always it’s about the joys of being a boy. And oh, what a joy it should be…
Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys around the ages of 11-13, and in the cusp of puberty and exploration. A coming of age tale, if you will. If this type of subject matter offends you, or is not to your tastes, or, if it is inappropriate for you due to laws in your area, then please find something else to read. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this, and my other offerings.
Story written and posted by: About A Boy.
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The following morning it was clear that the previous day's storm had most certainly passed. Sunshine glinted in through the cabin windows, angling sharply across the room and streaming over all the boys. The warm sunlight shown brightly on Peter's face, waking him from the night’s slumber. He lay there on his bunk for awhile, spread eagle under his covers.
Raising his head for a moment, it appeared that none of the other boys had awoken yet, so he lay back and thought about all the crazy things that had been happening the last few days. He thought about the boylike, naked fun he'd had with Dylon up at the hidden pool and the showers; and then again on the beach with the twins eagerly joining in. Peter smiled thoughtfully to himself as he remembered it.
And then he began to consider what had happened last night with Liam, after they'd gone to bed. He moved his hand down to touch his underwear, almost expecting to find them wet; but instead his fingers touched bare skin. He suddenly remembered that he had taken them off... After...
Peter raised his head again to look specifically at the bunk across the room from him, in the corner. He saw the other youngster, Liam, still laying there sleeping peacefully. Another smile crossed his lips as he recalled the tender memories of what had happened between them.
He and Liam had shared an unusual experience after the others had all gone to sleep. The incident had been unexpected, and it turned out to be both tender, and wildly erotic at the same time. It was something the other boys didn't know about, nor would likely understand.
Liam and Peter shared a common bond. Both had lost parents, and within that bond, they shared this most intimate feeling of emptiness. It had connected them last night in the darkness. A vulnerable moment with both boys seeking succor; both reaching out to find a connection, and both succumbing to their adolescent desires.
Peter lay there for many minutes, his thoughts oscillating between the pain of losing his parents, to the comfort of finding sexual relief with another human being. It was quite the contrast. Suddenly he became aware of other noises in the cabin, as the other boys began to stir.
It didn't take long, and all the boys had groggily rolled out of their beds, fumbling around as they got dressed, each of them taking a turn in the bathroom for the morning rituals. The twins, Justin and Jason went in together of course, peeing in tandem into the porcelain bowl.
Peter slid stealthily out of bed and reached quickly into his locker to grab a fresh pair of underpants. His others still lay in a wadded bunch beneath his bed, and he slipped into the fresh ones as inconspicuously as possible.
He couldn't help but to glance across the room at Liam, who was sitting on his own bunk, casually watching him. The boy quickly shifted his gaze, looking down to the floor as if he were embarrassed; making Peter wonder if the other boy might be upset now or even confused by what had happened between them.
He reached in and grabbed a tee shirt from his locker, then glanced curiously again at the other boy. This time however, Liam had a quiet smile on his face, and Peter knew then that the two of them had shared something special last night. They had each found comfort, and perhaps a bit of hope that things were getting better. Peter smiled quietly to himself.
With everyone dressed, and the twins finally finished messing about in the bathroom, the boys all headed off for the cafeteria to get breakfast. Justin and Jason were walking ahead with Dylon, and Liam had hung back intentionally to walk with Peter.
"Thanks..." The boy said quietly, glancing sideways at Peter.
"Yeah... I think we both kinda needed that." Peter responded, slipping his arm casually around the other boy's shoulder, giving him a friendly squeeze. "So, we're cool right, the two of us? It... It didn't bother you, what we did?"
"No. No it didn't bother me." Liam said softly. "It was... Well, I've never done anything like that before. With someone else, I mean... It was really nice, to be honest." Peter smiled back at him.
"So, are you guys doing something together after breakfast?" Liam wondered.
"Yup. And you're coming with us." Peter replied, glancing at the other boy. "If you want to, that is..."
"Sure," Liam beamed, happy to be included. "I mean, so, what are we doing then?"
"Well, we were gonna' go up the beach and mess around a little. And then... Well, there's a little hidden pool up in the rocks above the beach, and we're gonna go swim, and... And stuff."
"Cool." Liam smiled happily. They reached the cafeteria then, and went inside to their usual table. Grabbing up plates, they waded through the food line. Dylon, as usual, piled up his plate with goodies. The others could only laugh in amazement, wondering how he stayed so lean eating the way he did.
"I'm a growing boy." Dylon defended, humorously grabbing his crotch. "See..." Everyone had another laugh, including Liam.
The twins talked about going Kayaking again. They really wanted everyone to try it, and the boys all agreed they should make that part of the afternoon plan. "So, Liam, are you gonna come with us up the beach, and to the pool?" Justin wondered aloud.
He was curious, since Liam had been so shy in the showers the other day, keeping his shorts on the whole time. And the boys were planning to go skinny dipping in the hidden pool; so he wondered if Liam knew about that, and if so, would he still be up for it.
"Yeah... I'm coming, if it's okay." Liam replied quickly, glancing at Peter. Jason looked over at him curiously, and started to ask...
"Are you going to get nak..." But Peter cut off the question.
"He's gonna' have fun." Peter interrupted, giving Jason a stern look. Jason smiled awkwardly, then turned and shrugged at his brother. In response, Justin picked up a breakfast sausage, and began sucking on it rather suggestively, which of course caused Dylon to break up laughing, spraying orange juice all over his plate. Liam looked over at them, then back at Peter, sensing that he was missing something.
"Don't worry." Peter told him. "These yo-yos are just being dorks." He laughed, and then tossed a breakfast roll at Justin's head. "They just want you to become one of the lost boys, that's all... It's kind of like our little group, you know." Liam smiled and shrugged, but he still figured that he was missing out on the joke.
They finished breakfast, and after cleaning off the table the boys all filed outside into the morning sunshine. The sky was a brilliant blue this morning, with only the faintest of wispy white clouds far off on the horizon. The breeze was warm as it came in off the Sound, and everything smelled fresh. Peter breathed it in and smiled.
"It's a great day for an adventure." He said aloud, as he looked around at his 'lost boys'. "Lets go..." They walked quickly across the complex toward the familiar trail, happily kicking up their heels as they anticipated having some fun today.
The little troupe started down the well worn trail, with Justin and Jason forging ahead as usual. Part way down, Justin stopped suddenly, where the trail split off in two directions; one leading to the beach, and the other doubling back and dropping down to the inlet where the Kayaks were staged.
"Hey..." Justin suggested, "Maybe we should run down there first, and let the guy know that we'll all be back this afternoon for a lesson."
"Yeah,” his brother agreed, "You can reserve a spot if you let the Counselor know in advance, before other people get to the boats first..."
"Sure, that's cool I guess." Peter nodded. With a grin, the twins bustled down the other trail, whooping loudly as the rest of the boys followed at their heels.
At the bottom, much like the other trail, this one ended up at the edge of the beach. There was a small inlet here however, with a large spit of sand bordering it. There was a small cabin, more of a shack actually, that served as a small boathouse; and just beyond it in the sand, a dozen colorful Kayaks were laid out in a line.
A man was standing near a picnic table just in front of the little cabin, and he waved slightly at the boys as they walked across to him. "Hi Mr. Anderson..." Jason greeted as they reached him.
"Morning boys. I see you brought some friends today!" The man said, looking over at the others and nodding.
"Yeah... We told 'em how much fun this was, and they all want to give it a try. We were gonna' come back this afternoon, but we wanted to make sure we got signed up and had a spot reserved."
"Hmm..." Mr. Anderson replied, glancing at his little notebook on the table. "Well, I already have a group for lessons this afternoon." The boys looked at one another, a little disappointedly. "Well, I'm free now if you boys want to have a lesson. And, as soon as I certify you, you boys can come back whenever you want, and just checkout the Kayaks on your own. Anytime you want to."
"Really? That's cool." Jason replied. He looked back at the others. "Peter, you guys want to do a lesson now then?" The boys looked at one another, and all seemed to nod in agreement.
"Okay then." Mr. Anderson told them. "Go on and sign in at the picnic table, and I'll grab everyone a life jacket.” They boys gathered round the picnic table and signed into the book. Mr. Anderson, 'call me Andy' he told them; got the boys all fitted with some nice, newer life jackets.
He instructed them on the beach for awhile, talking about and stressing safety, and going over paddling techniques and such. The boys each selected a Kayak, though they were all the same except for color, and they drug them out into the shallow water of the inlet. Andy taught them how to get in and out of the shells, and then paddled with them into the pooled water of the inlet.
He showed them how to maneuver around, turning, back paddling and steerage, as the case may be. The boys, caught on quickly, and ever curious, they convinced Andy to show them how to roll over under water, and then right themselves. A more advanced maneuver, but the boys were so enthusiastic that Andy happily showed them.
Peter had actually Kayaked before, with his dad a few times, so he already had the basics, and he was able to give Liam a few pointers. Since no one else was signed up for lessons until noon, Andy spent some extra time with the boys, and they all paddled out into the sound and down the shoreline a ways.
Andy was really cool as it turned out, and he pointed out things along the shore to the boys. Including a bald eagle, perched in one of the trees right near the water. He taught them about tidal flows, and keeping their bearings in the sound. Yeah, he was pretty cool. In fact, he was the one who started the 'water fight', and they began splashing one another with their paddles.
The boys were all having a hoot, laughing and playing together under the warm summer sunshine. As it was, they stayed out for well over two hours, before Andy headed them back toward the inlet. He had shown them a great time, and given them extra attention and instructions about using the Kayaks. The boys thanked him genuinely for the great time, as they dragged the boats back up near the cabin.
"You boy's did really well." He told them honestly. "I'm proud of all of you. In fact, I'll certify you all right now, so that you can come back and go whenever you want. But... Always remember the rules, and always go in pairs, or as a group. Never alone. Yes?" They all nodded enthusiastically at him. "I mean it boys... Safety all the time. Life jackets every time, yes?" They nodded again, looking like a row of bobble heads as they did.
Andy laughed at the sight of them. He showed the boys that there was bottled water in the cabin, and if they went out, he showed them how to stow some of it in the waterproof holds at the front and rear of each Kayak. He told the boys that each Kayak also had a locater beacon and a compass in them as well.
To their surprise, Andy also told them about another cool little inlet, several miles further down the shoreline. It was secluded, and the waters ran softly there. He said that if they brought lunch down with them, it was always a fun little excursion to paddle up there sometimes. They could mess around on the secluded beach, lay around on the sand and have a private little picnic if they wanted to. Needless to say, the boys were all thoroughly enthused about that idea.
With all the formalities done, the boys waved and said their goodbyes to Andy, and they headed back up the trail the way they had come. They talked happily amongst themselves, excitedly making plans of taking the boats up to the inlet sometime in the next couple of days. When they got back up to where the main trail split off, they happily dashed down the other way, continuing over to their usual beach.
It was past noon now, and the sun was crisp above them. The boys peeled off their shirts and footwear as soon as they hit the sand. The twins bolted ahead, as always, chattering away like wind up toys, carefree and having fun. The other three boys followed a little ways behind, but they too were fooling around as kids are meant to do, enjoying the sun, the sand, and the company.
They worked their way up the shoreline, engaging in the usual fare, which this time included flinging beached seaweed at one another. At one point, everyone ganged up on Jason, covering him with the slimy kelp, making him look like a seaweed mummy as he chased after them; wondering which of them had stuffed a handful of the salty vegetation down his shorts...
The boys ran freely, chasing each other all the way up the beach to where the sand dunes began sprouted up like miniature rolling hills. Justin laid in wait behind a dune, then dove at his brother there, playfully stripping his short down to his ankles. Jason raced after his brother, his shorts slipping off his feet, leaving his little white ass darting freely from side to side as he chased his twin around the sandy dunes. The other boys laughed freely, including Liam, who actually seemed to enjoy seeing the other boy's freelance nudity.
"So..." Dylon said, laying his hand on Liam's bare shoulder. "Are you gonna' be one of the Lost Boys?" Liam turned a smiling face to him.
"Uh, yeah... I guess." He answered, a bit unsurely. "Um, what exactly is a lost boy?"
"It's just us. We're the lost boys." Dylon informed him. "Out here, we do what we want. No rules, no worries. You know." He glanced over at Peter. "We do things that adults probably wouldn't approve of..."
"Um, like what?" Liam asked innocently.
"Well..." Dylon glanced at Peter again, “We do things like, you know, skinny dip and stuff." Liam looked at him in surprise.
"Skinny dip? You mean, like swim naked?" he asked, with reluctance in his voice.
"Well yeah." Dylon smiled. "What other kind of skinny dipping is there..." Liam's eyes widened fearfully.
"Relax..." Peter came to his rescue. "You don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with." He looked at Dylon and motioned for him to go on ahead and catch up with the twins. Peter hung back with Liam. They sat atop one of the dunes in the sand, and Peter regarded him carefully.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want." Peter assured him.
"I... I told you, I just... I'm scared about being naked in front of other people." Liam said, almost pleadingly. Peter dropped an arm over his shoulder.
"It's okay dude. You don't have to, that's up to you..."
"Yeah but... But I want to fit in with you guys. I wanna' be a Lost Boy too..." He looked across the dunes at the other boys, who were wrestling around in the sand, Jason still without his shorts.
"So what's the real problem?" Peter asked. "I mean come on. You finally let me see you naked in the shower room yesterday. You don't have anything to be shy or afraid of. I mean shit, your dick is as big as mine is, and bigger than the twins. You look nice, seriously dude..." Liam looked at Peter, then back down at his own bare feet in the sand.
"Its not that." Liam whispered.
"Well, what then?" Peter wondered. "It can't be that bad..." The other boy looked at him thoughtfully again. He was embarrassed, but he trusted Peter.
"I... I mean... What if I, like, get a boner in front of everyone?" he said fearfully, genuine anxiety filling his eyes. Peter could only smile softly at him.
"You know what? You might... I might, we all might. So what? I told you, your dick looks like everyone else's. We're all in the midst of fuckin' puberty here, and we all get stiffies all the time. All of us do. It's no secret, it's no big deal." Liam looked up timidly at Peter, and he saw that he was being totally sincere.
Smiling gently at the boy's doe eyed innocence, Peter leaned over and surprised Liam by giving him a sudden little kiss on the lips. Liam's eye's opened wide... "What... What was that for..." Liam protested, pulling back. Peter smiled and shrugged at him.
"I couldn't resist." Peter said. "I don't know... I really like you, that's all. I mean, what's so bad about boys showing other boys that they like them? Girls do it all the time." Liam's eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"The other boys though..!" Liam challenged, "What if they saw you do that?"
"They don't care, trust me." Peter claimed, pointing to the other boys. Liam looked across the dunes at the other boys. All three of them had stripped off now, and were all naked; tousling and wrestling around playfully in the sand. Surprise widened Liam's eyes yet again.
"Told you..." Peter grinned. "They don't care. Do you?"
"I... I... Yeah but, you kissed me though." Liam breathed, his thoughts confused now.
"Yeah, so... You're my friend right, and it felt good didn't it?" Liam looked back at him wordlessly. Peter smiled and looked Liam in the eyes. "Look, I, I'm sorry if that made you feel funny. I couldn't resist, you're so..." But Liam leaned forward suddenly and cut him off by returning the soft little kiss.
"I like you too." Liam offered quietly.
The boys looked at one another, and Liam smiled timidly again. "I can't believe I just did that." he said, stifling an embarrassed grin.
"Come on Lost Boy..." Peter grinned as he stood from the sand. With an impish smile on his face, Peter popped the button on his own board shorts and let them slip down his hips, his underwear followed immediately.
Liam couldn't help but stare at Peter's boyhood, which dangled freely in front of his face, barley a few feet away. He swallowed dryly as Peter reached out his hand and helped him to his feet. He glanced again at the other boys, who were all naked, and playing as if they weren't even aware of it.
Peter reached down deliberately, and with sure hands he undid the button and zipper of Liam's shorts. "Lost Boy then?" Peter asked, looking him in the eyes. There was still some doubt there, but a slow smirk curled his lips, and taking a deep breath Liam reached down, hesitated, then stripped off his own shorts.
"Lost Boy..." He proclaimed as stood naked facing Peter. The two boys grinned at each other, each aware that an important moment had just happened here...
Hearing boyish shouts, they turned just in time to see the three other naked boys racing toward them like an attacking army as they closed quickly. Liam almost panicked, having a moment of doubt as he stood there in front of them for the first time, bare of any clothing.
The other three arrived in a tangle of bodies as they scuffled playfully with Liam and Peter. "Alright..." Justin proclaimed, boldly looking down and checking out Liam's naked boy bits. "Very cool..." Liam felt another momentary surge of shyness as the others looked at his nudity, but Justin moved suddenly and hugged him tightly. "It's about time you gave it up..."
Liam smiled awkwardly at Peter, but he returned Justin's genuine hug of acceptance and friendship. The boys bolted toward the water then, all but dragging Liam along with them. They ran to the water's edge, splashing, and diving reckless into the wet sand where they rolled and squirmed, tangling boyishly with each other in a playful pile. Tentative at first, Liam's shyness quickly evaporated into nothingness, and he became one of them; a boy.
They ran about wildly for the longest time; joyfully unfettered by the constraints of clothes. Boyish laughter rose like pleasing strains of music filling the air, mixing with the disembodied cry's of the seagulls floating just as freely in the air currents somewhere high above. And they laughed, and played, and laughed more.
Eventually, even the boundless energy of youth was spent. They lay out, five naked boys strewn side by side at the water's edge, basking in the warmth of the sun. From high above it may have looked like shipwrecked bodies, washed ashore from some unfortunate storm at sea. But it was not, of course. It was the boys, naked and tanned, glistening with wetness as they recharged the batteries of youth.
Had any adult seen them this way, (once they had gotten over their prudish ignorance and so called adult sensibilities), they likely would have lamented their own loss of innocence. Some, a few, might even admit to themselves, the intrinsic desire to feel young again, to be as free and unencumbered as these boys, strewn happily on the beach.
Finally the youngsters clambered to their feet. They stood in the warm sand for a moment as a group. Dylon looked over at Liam and grinned at him. "So, I guess you truly are one of the lost boys now." And with that, all the boys took up the chant. "Lost Boys, Lost Boys..." Cheering, and officially welcoming Liam into the group. The boy smiled warmly at his fiends, especially Peter...
Shortly afterwards, the boys headed back to the dunes, retrieving their clothes as they padded through the warm sand. Slipping reluctantly back into their shorts, the boys continued back up the beach, making their way back to the spot where the creek drained down from above.
The twins were clearly anxious to hike up to the hidden pool, where they could swim in the clear, fresh water. Of course the truth was, it was also another excuse to strip off, and play. The boy's pulled their shoes out from where they'd hidden them behind the large driftwood log near the creek.
"Come on, let's get up there before it's too late." Justin urged, slipping into his shoes and trying to hurry everyone along.
"Oh crap." Liam remarked, suddenly looking very worried. "What time is it anyway?"
"Not sure." Dylon answered. "Gotta be around three or so... Why?"
"I like totally forgot guys. I'm scheduled to meet with the counselor this afternoon. I thought we'd be back by then..." Liam said apprehensively. "Shit guys... I gotta' go."
Liam hurried to tie the laces on his shoes. It was another of the camp rules, that you couldn't blow off a meeting with one of the counselors. Liam looked at the others apologetically. "You guys go have fun at the pool, and I'll see you back at the cabin later. Sorry guys..."
"Listen, I'll go back with you." Peter said to him. He looked back at Dylon and the twins. "You guys go on up to the pool, okay. I don't wanna' just bail on him." He knew how upset Liam was after his last meeting with the counselor.
"You sure?" Dylon questioned. "We're gonna... You know." he hinted. The twins smiled mischievously at one another. They knew what he meant; there would be some kind of 'boyplay' going on up there...
Peter waved them off, smiling back at them. "Have fun..." he smiled, pumping his fist suggestively. With that, he turned and fell in with Liam, jogging up the beach.
"You don't have to come with me..." Liam instructed him.
"It's okay." Peter shrugged, "We've had a long day already, I don't mind." He smiled at Liam, and the two boys jogged up the beach to the trail, then hiked up toward the Retreat. Inside the main building, they looked at the office clock with ten minutes to spare. The boys sucked down some water from the drinking fountain. "Want me stay here with you?" Peter asked.
"Na... I'm okay I think, thanks... I'll just meet you back at the cabin in a little while." He smiled softly, “And Peter... Thanks for coming back with me, that means a lot..."
"Yeah... Yeah no problem bro... You'll be alright. I'll see you in a few..."
Peter left the main building, heading back outside and slowly following the walkway back toward their cabin. He went inside and stripped off his shirt, then, stepping out of his sneakers he hopped onto his bunk to relax for a moment. With nothing else to do, he pulled out his book, 'Peter and the Pirates', and began to read the final few chapters.
Twenty minutes later he'd finished, and closing the tomb he rested it thoughtfully on his chest with his hands folded over the top of it. 'Not much of an ending really.' he thought to himself. It was neither happy, nor sad. Just an ending. He thought about his own story, and wondered how it was to end.
Several minutes later, the cabin door swung open and Liam came in looking a bit out of sorts, his features somber. Peter hopped off his bunk immediately, and followed the other boy to his bunk. "You alright?" he asked, sitting alongside him.
Liam's eyes immediately welled up, and he lay his head softly on Peter's shoulder. "I... I hate talking to her." he began. "I don't wanna talk about my mom, and she keeps insisting that I do... I hate it. I'm not ready..."
"I know." Peter responded, putting his arm around the other boy. "Don't think about it okay?! Just..." he trailed off, not really knowing what else to say. He just knew that his friend needed comfort, and a change of focus. They sat for a few minutes in silence, giving Liam time to settle down.
Finally the boy sat up straight, and wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Thanks..." he said calmly, looking at Peter. Peter returned a gentle smile, then he leaned sideways and kissed the younger boy softly on his cheek.
Liam looked at him for a long moment, and then, to his surprise, Liam pressed in close and kissed Peter on his lips. The kiss lingered there longer than it might have, and certainly it implied an unspoken need there somewhere; a need for comfort, a need for love. Peter smiled vaguely at him, and then drawn by impulse he pulled Liam close and joined lips again with the other boy.
Awkwardly, innocently they embraced holding each other as the kiss lingered on. The boys rolled slowly to the side, lying on the bunk still engaged in the warm personal connection. Peter pulled his head back for a second, looking into the other boy's soft green eyes. They smiled timidly at one another, then exchanged a more passionate, needful kiss. This one was deeper, each boy offering the deep rooted connection that the other seemed to need.
Embroiled now by that need, and driven by the desires of adolescent transformation, the unspoken passion deepened. Almost unknowingly Peter's lips parted; the kiss becoming wet and encompassing. Liam followed in kind. Having never done so before, both boys timidly used their tongues, exploring this newly found sensuality.
They lay out on the bed now side by side, neither letting go of the other. They looked nervously at one another, then smiling innocently, they exchanged several small butterfly kisses. Liam ran his hand inquisitively over Peter's bare neck and shoulder, as if touching naked skin for the first time. It was soft, warm... Pulling back a bit, Liam reached down and pulled off his own tee shirt then.
Peter smiled at the sleek tanned torso beside him, and the boys embraced again, skin to skin, lip to soft lip... The naked warmth of human connection was awesome. The kiss deepened, and Peter rolled slightly toward him pressing his weight against the other boy.
They both felt it. The stiffness of the other boy's private parts, pressed firmly against each another. It was just as it had been the other night, when quite innocently they had rubbed against one anther, resulting in a mutually wet discharge into their briefs. It felt so good then... Both boys pressed urgently together now, gently wriggling their hips against one another.
Peter pulled back after several long moments. He gazed into Liam's vivid eyes again, and feeling compelled, he softly ran his fingers through the other boy's long flaxen blond hair. He smiled in this most tender of moments, then ran his hand downward, his fingertip tracing across Liam's bare chest and boylike nipple. Liam's soft skin was suddenly awash in goose bumps, and he shivered lightly.
There was no instruction manual for such things. Sexual contact is self driven, as if the human body had its own GPS system. Somehow, the next turn just came naturally and Peter kissed Liam's nipple. It intrigued him, excited him; this little brown pebble. Liam shivered delightedly as the other boy softly tongued his nubbin.
"Mmm..." Liam mumbled into the air, while the other boy fumbled over him. He opened his eyes in surprise suddenly. Peter's hand had dropped lower, and was now cupped over the firm bulge in his shorts. A shudder ran through him. No one had ever groped him like that before.
He felt Peter's fingers move again, and then he felt the button of his board shorts come undone as it yielded to the other boy's digits. "Mmm..." He breathed again as Peter softly kissed his tummy, then slightly lower.
He could feel Peter's fingertips, as they slipped under the open flap of his board shorts, and probe gently at the waistband of his cotton briefs, slowly slipping beneath the elastic band, gently caressing the small rise of his pubis, and fingering the wisps of soft curly hairs they encountered there.
"Oh fuck Peter..." Liam breathed, as the other boy's fingers suddenly encompassed his swollen boy tong. A joyful shudder ran through him, and his boyhood lurched as Peter curiously squeezed the fleshy appendage.
Surprisingly, disappointingly, Peter suddenly pulled his hand out of the other boy's underwear. Liam looked up at him questioningly. And with a strained smile, Peter rolled onto his back, and raising his own hips, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and peeled them down his legs, kicking free of them.
Liam's expression became one of anticipated surprise. Peter was totally naked now in front of him, his firm erection pressing up against his own pubic rise. This most certainly was the first boner that Liam had ever really seen, other than his own. He shivered excitedly... "Holy fuck..." he breathed, staring at the four and a half inch boypole, capped with a moist purple cherry, still partially wrapped in foreskin.
Peter rolled up and onto his knees then, and reached over and took hold of the waistband of Liam's open shorts, then he looked up at him for permission. The other boy smiled timidly, but still raised his hips in acceptance. Peter tensed, then stripped the other boy's shorts off. Nakedness... Awesome nakedness... He knelt wide eyed, ogling the stout peg of Liam's erect boyflesh. It was so much like his own, but without the taut jacket of skin; its tip was cherry like, and wonderfully ripe, erotic and exciting...
Peter stared, transfixed by the sight. He looked at the boy's beautiful tan lines and the crisp 'V' groove that angled in toward this wonderful monument of boyhood. Peter looked up then, his eyes examining the entire naked picture. "Oh man..." he breathed, and his dick twitched excitedly at the stimulating sight.
Leaning forward, Peter settled quickly alongside the other boy, their freshly naked bodies squirmed, fitting together. He moved his thigh, draping it over Liam's legs, and pressing his own rigid boyhood against him. Shit it felt so nice. The warmth of bare skin on skin is like no other; and both felt the primal pleasure of it.
Liam shifted his hips a little, allowing his tumescent tube to lay more comfortably against Peter's soft pelvic area. "Ohhh fuck....." he breathed, as his boy part rubbed against the older boy, sending satisfying twinges through his loose ball sac.
Drawn to him, Peter pressed forward, instinctively enveloping Liam's wet red lips with his own. It was sensual, in ways that neither could have described. This was all new territory for both of them.
The sexual contact and the excitement it provided was equally shared. Peter ground his hips against him, and Liam could feel his own penis, slide through the sticky slime of precum that could have come from either boy. Or both. "Shiiiittt..." he shivered, fighting back a near orgasmic event.
Liam pushed his foot against the bunk, rolling both boys, and leaving him more on top now. He pulled back onto his haunches, allowing himself to reach down and grasp the stiff dildo like dowel of the other boy's penis. His eyes wide with excited wonder, as he peeled back the remaining roll of foreskin and squeezed the hard rubber peg with his fingers. Boy honey drooled from the engorged tip... "Ohhhh god..." Peter grunted, nearly loosing control of dripping boy bits.
"This is so fucking sic..." Liam spouted. The pull of adolescent sexuality owned him now; it broke his will, and he began to pump feverishly on Peter's thick peg as if it was his own. Groans filled the room, and almost instantly Peter tightened, his body jerking, and going almost as rigid as his erection,
"Gonna cum..." That's all he managed before his thick cherry bulb swelled visibly, and ejaculated a sudden creamy rope of milky syrup. Liam's eyes were saucer-like as he watched the molten eruption. Another thick pulse of ejaculate became airborne, then another. Peter grunted thickly, his body still straining and rigid in seizure.
A final milky pulse left his inflamed pee slit, and then slimy boy spunk drooled down warmly over Liam's fingers. Liam was totally wired and into it now, his insides tingling with erotic anticipation as he watched the whole erotic display. Somehow, Peter managed enough presence of mind to reach out then, and wrap warm fingers around young Liam's wildly aroused boy pickle.
He stroked it briskly, cupping his other hand on Liam's firm round buttocks; the boy's testicles bounced rhythmically against him. Liam squeaked boyishly then, his nuggets drew upward and his penis began to throb excitedly, suddenly expelling sticky globs of warm boy spunk. "Unnnncccchhhh...." he grimaced, almost doubling over atop Peter.
The boy clung on the edge of ecstasy for several long seconds, his body lost in orgasmic bliss, as several more pulses escaped him. Sweet release... Eventually the joyous seizure receded like a wave on the beach, releasing his body. He drooped and hunched over Peter, his head hanging loosely, bobbing slightly with each panting breath.
On his back, Peter looked up at the hunched over boy still straddling him. Liam looked like a puppet whose strings had been cut, so spent was he from experience. Drained now, he slumped forward, lying on top of Peter. Their youthful naked bodies smearing their sticky discharge between them.
And as wonderful as their orgasms had felt, equally so was this tender moment after, as they lay melded together in body, and spirit. Wet sweaty torsos sharing warmth, and satisfied heartbeats. The lonely birds had flown the coop for the moment.
The empty feelings that each had been having were staved for awhile; turned aside as they clung to one another. Liam whimpered contentedly, feeling safe and grounded for a moment in the arms of shared human contact. Peter knew that feeling as well, and closing his eyes, he held the other boy tenderly against him...
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It may have been five minutes later, or it may have been an hour, when Peter finally opened his eyes again. He may have even dozed off, but he wasn't sure. Liam was still lying there, sprawled nearly on top of him. He shifted his position a little.
Liam lifted his head then, his long golden blond hair hanging down loosely around his face, and he looked down at Peter. Suddenly aware of their nakedness, he blushed, and pulled away slightly; the skin of their bare chests was still tacky between them. Liam rolled off to the side and sat up on the bunk, dangling one leg off the side. He glanced at Peter's naked body, then down at his own. Feeling shy now, embarrassed by what they'd done, he reached for his tee shirt and piled it loosely in his lap, covering his exposed boy parts.
Peter smiled gently at him. "You okay?" he asked softly. Liam glanced at him briefly, and nodded.
"I guess." he almost whispered. He cast another sideways glance at Peter's flaccid privates. The older boy's very sparse offering of pubic hairs were matted together with nearly dried boy spunk, causing Liam to look back at his own hand, remembering how that same spunk had drooled over his fingers. He rubbed at them absently.
"It's all right you know..." Peter offered softly. "It won't kill you, its just boy jizz..." Liam colored again slightly.
"No its... Its not that. I just. Is it weird, what we just did?" he asked timidly.
"Why would it be weird?" Peter responded.
"Well, because we're both boys... I mean, we... We jacked each other off, and..." He put his hands in his lap, holding his tee shirt against himself as he felt his penis stir. Peter sighed, and smiled tenderly. Reaching out, Peter took hold of the tee shirt and started to pull it away.
Liam resisted, and holding it tightly against his groin he stood up and stepped away from the bunk. He stood there awkwardly. Naked, save for the small cotton tee shirt bunched in front of his privates.
Peter scooted to the side of the bunk and then stood up from it. He walked over to stand in front of the other boy. Liam's eyes were cast to the floor, but he looked up finally, eye to eye with his friend Peter. "I'm sorry..." he breathed. "I'm just scared." Peter smiled softly back at him.
Slowly he reached down and grasped the tee shirt, pulling gently on it. Liam hesitated, but then let it slip through his fingers as the other boy pulled it away. His hands still hung loosely in front of his boyhood, which was swollen now and nearly erect. Peter smiled reassuringly at him again, then stepping forward he hugged the naked boy to him.
Liam trembled slightly, then put his arms around Peter's boyish waist. They looked at one another again, and Peter leaned forward, kissing Liam softly on the lips. He pulled away slightly, and glanced down at Liam's nearly full blown hard on. "Damn that looks nice..." Peter muttered. "But... We should prob'ly hit the showers before the other boys get back."
But... The others were already back. The twins had stopped in at the main building to scrounge up some apples to snack on. And Dylon... Dylon was standing just outside the cabin, quietly closing the cabin door again. He had just started to come in; and he'd seen the standing exchange between Peter and Liam. Their nakedness, the hug, the kiss... And Liam's stout erection.
He closed the door quietly and stepped away from the entrance, not wanting to be seen. There was a funny feeling churning deep in the pit of his stomach, and it bothered him that he didn't know what it was. He'd accidently seen Peter and Liam in an intimate situation, and... And it really bothered him somehow...
Dylon turned away from the cabin, and walked slowly back toward the main building deep in thought. He felt like he wanted to cry, but he didn't understand why. It... It wasn't supposed to be this way...
~~End of Chapter Five~~
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The following morning it was clear that the previous day's storm had most certainly passed. Sunshine glinted in through the cabin windows, angling sharply across the room and streaming over all the boys. The warm sunlight shown brightly on Peter's face, waking him from the night’s slumber. He lay there on his bunk for awhile, spread eagle under his covers.
Raising his head for a moment, it appeared that none of the other boys had awoken yet, so he lay back and thought about all the crazy things that had been happening the last few days. He thought about the boylike, naked fun he'd had with Dylon up at the hidden pool and the showers; and then again on the beach with the twins eagerly joining in. Peter smiled thoughtfully to himself as he remembered it.
And then he began to consider what had happened last night with Liam, after they'd gone to bed. He moved his hand down to touch his underwear, almost expecting to find them wet; but instead his fingers touched bare skin. He suddenly remembered that he had taken them off... After...
Peter raised his head again to look specifically at the bunk across the room from him, in the corner. He saw the other youngster, Liam, still laying there sleeping peacefully. Another smile crossed his lips as he recalled the tender memories of what had happened between them.
He and Liam had shared an unusual experience after the others had all gone to sleep. The incident had been unexpected, and it turned out to be both tender, and wildly erotic at the same time. It was something the other boys didn't know about, nor would likely understand.
Liam and Peter shared a common bond. Both had lost parents, and within that bond, they shared this most intimate feeling of emptiness. It had connected them last night in the darkness. A vulnerable moment with both boys seeking succor; both reaching out to find a connection, and both succumbing to their adolescent desires.
Peter lay there for many minutes, his thoughts oscillating between the pain of losing his parents, to the comfort of finding sexual relief with another human being. It was quite the contrast. Suddenly he became aware of other noises in the cabin, as the other boys began to stir.
It didn't take long, and all the boys had groggily rolled out of their beds, fumbling around as they got dressed, each of them taking a turn in the bathroom for the morning rituals. The twins, Justin and Jason went in together of course, peeing in tandem into the porcelain bowl.
Peter slid stealthily out of bed and reached quickly into his locker to grab a fresh pair of underpants. His others still lay in a wadded bunch beneath his bed, and he slipped into the fresh ones as inconspicuously as possible.
He couldn't help but to glance across the room at Liam, who was sitting on his own bunk, casually watching him. The boy quickly shifted his gaze, looking down to the floor as if he were embarrassed; making Peter wonder if the other boy might be upset now or even confused by what had happened between them.
He reached in and grabbed a tee shirt from his locker, then glanced curiously again at the other boy. This time however, Liam had a quiet smile on his face, and Peter knew then that the two of them had shared something special last night. They had each found comfort, and perhaps a bit of hope that things were getting better. Peter smiled quietly to himself.
With everyone dressed, and the twins finally finished messing about in the bathroom, the boys all headed off for the cafeteria to get breakfast. Justin and Jason were walking ahead with Dylon, and Liam had hung back intentionally to walk with Peter.
"Thanks..." The boy said quietly, glancing sideways at Peter.
"Yeah... I think we both kinda needed that." Peter responded, slipping his arm casually around the other boy's shoulder, giving him a friendly squeeze. "So, we're cool right, the two of us? It... It didn't bother you, what we did?"
"No. No it didn't bother me." Liam said softly. "It was... Well, I've never done anything like that before. With someone else, I mean... It was really nice, to be honest." Peter smiled back at him.
"So, are you guys doing something together after breakfast?" Liam wondered.
"Yup. And you're coming with us." Peter replied, glancing at the other boy. "If you want to, that is..."
"Sure," Liam beamed, happy to be included. "I mean, so, what are we doing then?"
"Well, we were gonna' go up the beach and mess around a little. And then... Well, there's a little hidden pool up in the rocks above the beach, and we're gonna go swim, and... And stuff."
"Cool." Liam smiled happily. They reached the cafeteria then, and went inside to their usual table. Grabbing up plates, they waded through the food line. Dylon, as usual, piled up his plate with goodies. The others could only laugh in amazement, wondering how he stayed so lean eating the way he did.
"I'm a growing boy." Dylon defended, humorously grabbing his crotch. "See..." Everyone had another laugh, including Liam.
The twins talked about going Kayaking again. They really wanted everyone to try it, and the boys all agreed they should make that part of the afternoon plan. "So, Liam, are you gonna come with us up the beach, and to the pool?" Justin wondered aloud.
He was curious, since Liam had been so shy in the showers the other day, keeping his shorts on the whole time. And the boys were planning to go skinny dipping in the hidden pool; so he wondered if Liam knew about that, and if so, would he still be up for it.
"Yeah... I'm coming, if it's okay." Liam replied quickly, glancing at Peter. Jason looked over at him curiously, and started to ask...
"Are you going to get nak..." But Peter cut off the question.
"He's gonna' have fun." Peter interrupted, giving Jason a stern look. Jason smiled awkwardly, then turned and shrugged at his brother. In response, Justin picked up a breakfast sausage, and began sucking on it rather suggestively, which of course caused Dylon to break up laughing, spraying orange juice all over his plate. Liam looked over at them, then back at Peter, sensing that he was missing something.
"Don't worry." Peter told him. "These yo-yos are just being dorks." He laughed, and then tossed a breakfast roll at Justin's head. "They just want you to become one of the lost boys, that's all... It's kind of like our little group, you know." Liam smiled and shrugged, but he still figured that he was missing out on the joke.
They finished breakfast, and after cleaning off the table the boys all filed outside into the morning sunshine. The sky was a brilliant blue this morning, with only the faintest of wispy white clouds far off on the horizon. The breeze was warm as it came in off the Sound, and everything smelled fresh. Peter breathed it in and smiled.
"It's a great day for an adventure." He said aloud, as he looked around at his 'lost boys'. "Lets go..." They walked quickly across the complex toward the familiar trail, happily kicking up their heels as they anticipated having some fun today.
The little troupe started down the well worn trail, with Justin and Jason forging ahead as usual. Part way down, Justin stopped suddenly, where the trail split off in two directions; one leading to the beach, and the other doubling back and dropping down to the inlet where the Kayaks were staged.
"Hey..." Justin suggested, "Maybe we should run down there first, and let the guy know that we'll all be back this afternoon for a lesson."
"Yeah,” his brother agreed, "You can reserve a spot if you let the Counselor know in advance, before other people get to the boats first..."
"Sure, that's cool I guess." Peter nodded. With a grin, the twins bustled down the other trail, whooping loudly as the rest of the boys followed at their heels.
At the bottom, much like the other trail, this one ended up at the edge of the beach. There was a small inlet here however, with a large spit of sand bordering it. There was a small cabin, more of a shack actually, that served as a small boathouse; and just beyond it in the sand, a dozen colorful Kayaks were laid out in a line.
A man was standing near a picnic table just in front of the little cabin, and he waved slightly at the boys as they walked across to him. "Hi Mr. Anderson..." Jason greeted as they reached him.
"Morning boys. I see you brought some friends today!" The man said, looking over at the others and nodding.
"Yeah... We told 'em how much fun this was, and they all want to give it a try. We were gonna' come back this afternoon, but we wanted to make sure we got signed up and had a spot reserved."
"Hmm..." Mr. Anderson replied, glancing at his little notebook on the table. "Well, I already have a group for lessons this afternoon." The boys looked at one another, a little disappointedly. "Well, I'm free now if you boys want to have a lesson. And, as soon as I certify you, you boys can come back whenever you want, and just checkout the Kayaks on your own. Anytime you want to."
"Really? That's cool." Jason replied. He looked back at the others. "Peter, you guys want to do a lesson now then?" The boys looked at one another, and all seemed to nod in agreement.
"Okay then." Mr. Anderson told them. "Go on and sign in at the picnic table, and I'll grab everyone a life jacket.” They boys gathered round the picnic table and signed into the book. Mr. Anderson, 'call me Andy' he told them; got the boys all fitted with some nice, newer life jackets.
He instructed them on the beach for awhile, talking about and stressing safety, and going over paddling techniques and such. The boys each selected a Kayak, though they were all the same except for color, and they drug them out into the shallow water of the inlet. Andy taught them how to get in and out of the shells, and then paddled with them into the pooled water of the inlet.
He showed them how to maneuver around, turning, back paddling and steerage, as the case may be. The boys, caught on quickly, and ever curious, they convinced Andy to show them how to roll over under water, and then right themselves. A more advanced maneuver, but the boys were so enthusiastic that Andy happily showed them.
Peter had actually Kayaked before, with his dad a few times, so he already had the basics, and he was able to give Liam a few pointers. Since no one else was signed up for lessons until noon, Andy spent some extra time with the boys, and they all paddled out into the sound and down the shoreline a ways.
Andy was really cool as it turned out, and he pointed out things along the shore to the boys. Including a bald eagle, perched in one of the trees right near the water. He taught them about tidal flows, and keeping their bearings in the sound. Yeah, he was pretty cool. In fact, he was the one who started the 'water fight', and they began splashing one another with their paddles.
The boys were all having a hoot, laughing and playing together under the warm summer sunshine. As it was, they stayed out for well over two hours, before Andy headed them back toward the inlet. He had shown them a great time, and given them extra attention and instructions about using the Kayaks. The boys thanked him genuinely for the great time, as they dragged the boats back up near the cabin.
"You boy's did really well." He told them honestly. "I'm proud of all of you. In fact, I'll certify you all right now, so that you can come back and go whenever you want. But... Always remember the rules, and always go in pairs, or as a group. Never alone. Yes?" They all nodded enthusiastically at him. "I mean it boys... Safety all the time. Life jackets every time, yes?" They nodded again, looking like a row of bobble heads as they did.
Andy laughed at the sight of them. He showed the boys that there was bottled water in the cabin, and if they went out, he showed them how to stow some of it in the waterproof holds at the front and rear of each Kayak. He told the boys that each Kayak also had a locater beacon and a compass in them as well.
To their surprise, Andy also told them about another cool little inlet, several miles further down the shoreline. It was secluded, and the waters ran softly there. He said that if they brought lunch down with them, it was always a fun little excursion to paddle up there sometimes. They could mess around on the secluded beach, lay around on the sand and have a private little picnic if they wanted to. Needless to say, the boys were all thoroughly enthused about that idea.
With all the formalities done, the boys waved and said their goodbyes to Andy, and they headed back up the trail the way they had come. They talked happily amongst themselves, excitedly making plans of taking the boats up to the inlet sometime in the next couple of days. When they got back up to where the main trail split off, they happily dashed down the other way, continuing over to their usual beach.
It was past noon now, and the sun was crisp above them. The boys peeled off their shirts and footwear as soon as they hit the sand. The twins bolted ahead, as always, chattering away like wind up toys, carefree and having fun. The other three boys followed a little ways behind, but they too were fooling around as kids are meant to do, enjoying the sun, the sand, and the company.
They worked their way up the shoreline, engaging in the usual fare, which this time included flinging beached seaweed at one another. At one point, everyone ganged up on Jason, covering him with the slimy kelp, making him look like a seaweed mummy as he chased after them; wondering which of them had stuffed a handful of the salty vegetation down his shorts...
The boys ran freely, chasing each other all the way up the beach to where the sand dunes began sprouted up like miniature rolling hills. Justin laid in wait behind a dune, then dove at his brother there, playfully stripping his short down to his ankles. Jason raced after his brother, his shorts slipping off his feet, leaving his little white ass darting freely from side to side as he chased his twin around the sandy dunes. The other boys laughed freely, including Liam, who actually seemed to enjoy seeing the other boy's freelance nudity.
"So..." Dylon said, laying his hand on Liam's bare shoulder. "Are you gonna' be one of the Lost Boys?" Liam turned a smiling face to him.
"Uh, yeah... I guess." He answered, a bit unsurely. "Um, what exactly is a lost boy?"
"It's just us. We're the lost boys." Dylon informed him. "Out here, we do what we want. No rules, no worries. You know." He glanced over at Peter. "We do things that adults probably wouldn't approve of..."
"Um, like what?" Liam asked innocently.
"Well..." Dylon glanced at Peter again, “We do things like, you know, skinny dip and stuff." Liam looked at him in surprise.
"Skinny dip? You mean, like swim naked?" he asked, with reluctance in his voice.
"Well yeah." Dylon smiled. "What other kind of skinny dipping is there..." Liam's eyes widened fearfully.
"Relax..." Peter came to his rescue. "You don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable with." He looked at Dylon and motioned for him to go on ahead and catch up with the twins. Peter hung back with Liam. They sat atop one of the dunes in the sand, and Peter regarded him carefully.
"You don't have to do anything you don't want." Peter assured him.
"I... I told you, I just... I'm scared about being naked in front of other people." Liam said, almost pleadingly. Peter dropped an arm over his shoulder.
"It's okay dude. You don't have to, that's up to you..."
"Yeah but... But I want to fit in with you guys. I wanna' be a Lost Boy too..." He looked across the dunes at the other boys, who were wrestling around in the sand, Jason still without his shorts.
"So what's the real problem?" Peter asked. "I mean come on. You finally let me see you naked in the shower room yesterday. You don't have anything to be shy or afraid of. I mean shit, your dick is as big as mine is, and bigger than the twins. You look nice, seriously dude..." Liam looked at Peter, then back down at his own bare feet in the sand.
"Its not that." Liam whispered.
"Well, what then?" Peter wondered. "It can't be that bad..." The other boy looked at him thoughtfully again. He was embarrassed, but he trusted Peter.
"I... I mean... What if I, like, get a boner in front of everyone?" he said fearfully, genuine anxiety filling his eyes. Peter could only smile softly at him.
"You know what? You might... I might, we all might. So what? I told you, your dick looks like everyone else's. We're all in the midst of fuckin' puberty here, and we all get stiffies all the time. All of us do. It's no secret, it's no big deal." Liam looked up timidly at Peter, and he saw that he was being totally sincere.
Smiling gently at the boy's doe eyed innocence, Peter leaned over and surprised Liam by giving him a sudden little kiss on the lips. Liam's eye's opened wide... "What... What was that for..." Liam protested, pulling back. Peter smiled and shrugged at him.
"I couldn't resist." Peter said. "I don't know... I really like you, that's all. I mean, what's so bad about boys showing other boys that they like them? Girls do it all the time." Liam's eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"The other boys though..!" Liam challenged, "What if they saw you do that?"
"They don't care, trust me." Peter claimed, pointing to the other boys. Liam looked across the dunes at the other boys. All three of them had stripped off now, and were all naked; tousling and wrestling around playfully in the sand. Surprise widened Liam's eyes yet again.
"Told you..." Peter grinned. "They don't care. Do you?"
"I... I... Yeah but, you kissed me though." Liam breathed, his thoughts confused now.
"Yeah, so... You're my friend right, and it felt good didn't it?" Liam looked back at him wordlessly. Peter smiled and looked Liam in the eyes. "Look, I, I'm sorry if that made you feel funny. I couldn't resist, you're so..." But Liam leaned forward suddenly and cut him off by returning the soft little kiss.
"I like you too." Liam offered quietly.
The boys looked at one another, and Liam smiled timidly again. "I can't believe I just did that." he said, stifling an embarrassed grin.
"Come on Lost Boy..." Peter grinned as he stood from the sand. With an impish smile on his face, Peter popped the button on his own board shorts and let them slip down his hips, his underwear followed immediately.
Liam couldn't help but stare at Peter's boyhood, which dangled freely in front of his face, barley a few feet away. He swallowed dryly as Peter reached out his hand and helped him to his feet. He glanced again at the other boys, who were all naked, and playing as if they weren't even aware of it.
Peter reached down deliberately, and with sure hands he undid the button and zipper of Liam's shorts. "Lost Boy then?" Peter asked, looking him in the eyes. There was still some doubt there, but a slow smirk curled his lips, and taking a deep breath Liam reached down, hesitated, then stripped off his own shorts.
"Lost Boy..." He proclaimed as stood naked facing Peter. The two boys grinned at each other, each aware that an important moment had just happened here...
Hearing boyish shouts, they turned just in time to see the three other naked boys racing toward them like an attacking army as they closed quickly. Liam almost panicked, having a moment of doubt as he stood there in front of them for the first time, bare of any clothing.
The other three arrived in a tangle of bodies as they scuffled playfully with Liam and Peter. "Alright..." Justin proclaimed, boldly looking down and checking out Liam's naked boy bits. "Very cool..." Liam felt another momentary surge of shyness as the others looked at his nudity, but Justin moved suddenly and hugged him tightly. "It's about time you gave it up..."
Liam smiled awkwardly at Peter, but he returned Justin's genuine hug of acceptance and friendship. The boys bolted toward the water then, all but dragging Liam along with them. They ran to the water's edge, splashing, and diving reckless into the wet sand where they rolled and squirmed, tangling boyishly with each other in a playful pile. Tentative at first, Liam's shyness quickly evaporated into nothingness, and he became one of them; a boy.
They ran about wildly for the longest time; joyfully unfettered by the constraints of clothes. Boyish laughter rose like pleasing strains of music filling the air, mixing with the disembodied cry's of the seagulls floating just as freely in the air currents somewhere high above. And they laughed, and played, and laughed more.
Eventually, even the boundless energy of youth was spent. They lay out, five naked boys strewn side by side at the water's edge, basking in the warmth of the sun. From high above it may have looked like shipwrecked bodies, washed ashore from some unfortunate storm at sea. But it was not, of course. It was the boys, naked and tanned, glistening with wetness as they recharged the batteries of youth.
Had any adult seen them this way, (once they had gotten over their prudish ignorance and so called adult sensibilities), they likely would have lamented their own loss of innocence. Some, a few, might even admit to themselves, the intrinsic desire to feel young again, to be as free and unencumbered as these boys, strewn happily on the beach.
Finally the youngsters clambered to their feet. They stood in the warm sand for a moment as a group. Dylon looked over at Liam and grinned at him. "So, I guess you truly are one of the lost boys now." And with that, all the boys took up the chant. "Lost Boys, Lost Boys..." Cheering, and officially welcoming Liam into the group. The boy smiled warmly at his fiends, especially Peter...
Shortly afterwards, the boys headed back to the dunes, retrieving their clothes as they padded through the warm sand. Slipping reluctantly back into their shorts, the boys continued back up the beach, making their way back to the spot where the creek drained down from above.
The twins were clearly anxious to hike up to the hidden pool, where they could swim in the clear, fresh water. Of course the truth was, it was also another excuse to strip off, and play. The boy's pulled their shoes out from where they'd hidden them behind the large driftwood log near the creek.
"Come on, let's get up there before it's too late." Justin urged, slipping into his shoes and trying to hurry everyone along.
"Oh crap." Liam remarked, suddenly looking very worried. "What time is it anyway?"
"Not sure." Dylon answered. "Gotta be around three or so... Why?"
"I like totally forgot guys. I'm scheduled to meet with the counselor this afternoon. I thought we'd be back by then..." Liam said apprehensively. "Shit guys... I gotta' go."
Liam hurried to tie the laces on his shoes. It was another of the camp rules, that you couldn't blow off a meeting with one of the counselors. Liam looked at the others apologetically. "You guys go have fun at the pool, and I'll see you back at the cabin later. Sorry guys..."
"Listen, I'll go back with you." Peter said to him. He looked back at Dylon and the twins. "You guys go on up to the pool, okay. I don't wanna' just bail on him." He knew how upset Liam was after his last meeting with the counselor.
"You sure?" Dylon questioned. "We're gonna... You know." he hinted. The twins smiled mischievously at one another. They knew what he meant; there would be some kind of 'boyplay' going on up there...
Peter waved them off, smiling back at them. "Have fun..." he smiled, pumping his fist suggestively. With that, he turned and fell in with Liam, jogging up the beach.
"You don't have to come with me..." Liam instructed him.
"It's okay." Peter shrugged, "We've had a long day already, I don't mind." He smiled at Liam, and the two boys jogged up the beach to the trail, then hiked up toward the Retreat. Inside the main building, they looked at the office clock with ten minutes to spare. The boys sucked down some water from the drinking fountain. "Want me stay here with you?" Peter asked.
"Na... I'm okay I think, thanks... I'll just meet you back at the cabin in a little while." He smiled softly, “And Peter... Thanks for coming back with me, that means a lot..."
"Yeah... Yeah no problem bro... You'll be alright. I'll see you in a few..."
Peter left the main building, heading back outside and slowly following the walkway back toward their cabin. He went inside and stripped off his shirt, then, stepping out of his sneakers he hopped onto his bunk to relax for a moment. With nothing else to do, he pulled out his book, 'Peter and the Pirates', and began to read the final few chapters.
Twenty minutes later he'd finished, and closing the tomb he rested it thoughtfully on his chest with his hands folded over the top of it. 'Not much of an ending really.' he thought to himself. It was neither happy, nor sad. Just an ending. He thought about his own story, and wondered how it was to end.
Several minutes later, the cabin door swung open and Liam came in looking a bit out of sorts, his features somber. Peter hopped off his bunk immediately, and followed the other boy to his bunk. "You alright?" he asked, sitting alongside him.
Liam's eyes immediately welled up, and he lay his head softly on Peter's shoulder. "I... I hate talking to her." he began. "I don't wanna talk about my mom, and she keeps insisting that I do... I hate it. I'm not ready..."
"I know." Peter responded, putting his arm around the other boy. "Don't think about it okay?! Just..." he trailed off, not really knowing what else to say. He just knew that his friend needed comfort, and a change of focus. They sat for a few minutes in silence, giving Liam time to settle down.
Finally the boy sat up straight, and wiped his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Thanks..." he said calmly, looking at Peter. Peter returned a gentle smile, then he leaned sideways and kissed the younger boy softly on his cheek.
Liam looked at him for a long moment, and then, to his surprise, Liam pressed in close and kissed Peter on his lips. The kiss lingered there longer than it might have, and certainly it implied an unspoken need there somewhere; a need for comfort, a need for love. Peter smiled vaguely at him, and then drawn by impulse he pulled Liam close and joined lips again with the other boy.
Awkwardly, innocently they embraced holding each other as the kiss lingered on. The boys rolled slowly to the side, lying on the bunk still engaged in the warm personal connection. Peter pulled his head back for a second, looking into the other boy's soft green eyes. They smiled timidly at one another, then exchanged a more passionate, needful kiss. This one was deeper, each boy offering the deep rooted connection that the other seemed to need.
Embroiled now by that need, and driven by the desires of adolescent transformation, the unspoken passion deepened. Almost unknowingly Peter's lips parted; the kiss becoming wet and encompassing. Liam followed in kind. Having never done so before, both boys timidly used their tongues, exploring this newly found sensuality.
They lay out on the bed now side by side, neither letting go of the other. They looked nervously at one another, then smiling innocently, they exchanged several small butterfly kisses. Liam ran his hand inquisitively over Peter's bare neck and shoulder, as if touching naked skin for the first time. It was soft, warm... Pulling back a bit, Liam reached down and pulled off his own tee shirt then.
Peter smiled at the sleek tanned torso beside him, and the boys embraced again, skin to skin, lip to soft lip... The naked warmth of human connection was awesome. The kiss deepened, and Peter rolled slightly toward him pressing his weight against the other boy.
They both felt it. The stiffness of the other boy's private parts, pressed firmly against each another. It was just as it had been the other night, when quite innocently they had rubbed against one anther, resulting in a mutually wet discharge into their briefs. It felt so good then... Both boys pressed urgently together now, gently wriggling their hips against one another.
Peter pulled back after several long moments. He gazed into Liam's vivid eyes again, and feeling compelled, he softly ran his fingers through the other boy's long flaxen blond hair. He smiled in this most tender of moments, then ran his hand downward, his fingertip tracing across Liam's bare chest and boylike nipple. Liam's soft skin was suddenly awash in goose bumps, and he shivered lightly.
There was no instruction manual for such things. Sexual contact is self driven, as if the human body had its own GPS system. Somehow, the next turn just came naturally and Peter kissed Liam's nipple. It intrigued him, excited him; this little brown pebble. Liam shivered delightedly as the other boy softly tongued his nubbin.
"Mmm..." Liam mumbled into the air, while the other boy fumbled over him. He opened his eyes in surprise suddenly. Peter's hand had dropped lower, and was now cupped over the firm bulge in his shorts. A shudder ran through him. No one had ever groped him like that before.
He felt Peter's fingers move again, and then he felt the button of his board shorts come undone as it yielded to the other boy's digits. "Mmm..." He breathed again as Peter softly kissed his tummy, then slightly lower.
He could feel Peter's fingertips, as they slipped under the open flap of his board shorts, and probe gently at the waistband of his cotton briefs, slowly slipping beneath the elastic band, gently caressing the small rise of his pubis, and fingering the wisps of soft curly hairs they encountered there.
"Oh fuck Peter..." Liam breathed, as the other boy's fingers suddenly encompassed his swollen boy tong. A joyful shudder ran through him, and his boyhood lurched as Peter curiously squeezed the fleshy appendage.
Surprisingly, disappointingly, Peter suddenly pulled his hand out of the other boy's underwear. Liam looked up at him questioningly. And with a strained smile, Peter rolled onto his back, and raising his own hips, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and peeled them down his legs, kicking free of them.
Liam's expression became one of anticipated surprise. Peter was totally naked now in front of him, his firm erection pressing up against his own pubic rise. This most certainly was the first boner that Liam had ever really seen, other than his own. He shivered excitedly... "Holy fuck..." he breathed, staring at the four and a half inch boypole, capped with a moist purple cherry, still partially wrapped in foreskin.
Peter rolled up and onto his knees then, and reached over and took hold of the waistband of Liam's open shorts, then he looked up at him for permission. The other boy smiled timidly, but still raised his hips in acceptance. Peter tensed, then stripped the other boy's shorts off. Nakedness... Awesome nakedness... He knelt wide eyed, ogling the stout peg of Liam's erect boyflesh. It was so much like his own, but without the taut jacket of skin; its tip was cherry like, and wonderfully ripe, erotic and exciting...
Peter stared, transfixed by the sight. He looked at the boy's beautiful tan lines and the crisp 'V' groove that angled in toward this wonderful monument of boyhood. Peter looked up then, his eyes examining the entire naked picture. "Oh man..." he breathed, and his dick twitched excitedly at the stimulating sight.
Leaning forward, Peter settled quickly alongside the other boy, their freshly naked bodies squirmed, fitting together. He moved his thigh, draping it over Liam's legs, and pressing his own rigid boyhood against him. Shit it felt so nice. The warmth of bare skin on skin is like no other; and both felt the primal pleasure of it.
Liam shifted his hips a little, allowing his tumescent tube to lay more comfortably against Peter's soft pelvic area. "Ohhh fuck....." he breathed, as his boy part rubbed against the older boy, sending satisfying twinges through his loose ball sac.
Drawn to him, Peter pressed forward, instinctively enveloping Liam's wet red lips with his own. It was sensual, in ways that neither could have described. This was all new territory for both of them.
The sexual contact and the excitement it provided was equally shared. Peter ground his hips against him, and Liam could feel his own penis, slide through the sticky slime of precum that could have come from either boy. Or both. "Shiiiittt..." he shivered, fighting back a near orgasmic event.
Liam pushed his foot against the bunk, rolling both boys, and leaving him more on top now. He pulled back onto his haunches, allowing himself to reach down and grasp the stiff dildo like dowel of the other boy's penis. His eyes wide with excited wonder, as he peeled back the remaining roll of foreskin and squeezed the hard rubber peg with his fingers. Boy honey drooled from the engorged tip... "Ohhhh god..." Peter grunted, nearly loosing control of dripping boy bits.
"This is so fucking sic..." Liam spouted. The pull of adolescent sexuality owned him now; it broke his will, and he began to pump feverishly on Peter's thick peg as if it was his own. Groans filled the room, and almost instantly Peter tightened, his body jerking, and going almost as rigid as his erection,
"Gonna cum..." That's all he managed before his thick cherry bulb swelled visibly, and ejaculated a sudden creamy rope of milky syrup. Liam's eyes were saucer-like as he watched the molten eruption. Another thick pulse of ejaculate became airborne, then another. Peter grunted thickly, his body still straining and rigid in seizure.
A final milky pulse left his inflamed pee slit, and then slimy boy spunk drooled down warmly over Liam's fingers. Liam was totally wired and into it now, his insides tingling with erotic anticipation as he watched the whole erotic display. Somehow, Peter managed enough presence of mind to reach out then, and wrap warm fingers around young Liam's wildly aroused boy pickle.
He stroked it briskly, cupping his other hand on Liam's firm round buttocks; the boy's testicles bounced rhythmically against him. Liam squeaked boyishly then, his nuggets drew upward and his penis began to throb excitedly, suddenly expelling sticky globs of warm boy spunk. "Unnnncccchhhh...." he grimaced, almost doubling over atop Peter.
The boy clung on the edge of ecstasy for several long seconds, his body lost in orgasmic bliss, as several more pulses escaped him. Sweet release... Eventually the joyous seizure receded like a wave on the beach, releasing his body. He drooped and hunched over Peter, his head hanging loosely, bobbing slightly with each panting breath.
On his back, Peter looked up at the hunched over boy still straddling him. Liam looked like a puppet whose strings had been cut, so spent was he from experience. Drained now, he slumped forward, lying on top of Peter. Their youthful naked bodies smearing their sticky discharge between them.
And as wonderful as their orgasms had felt, equally so was this tender moment after, as they lay melded together in body, and spirit. Wet sweaty torsos sharing warmth, and satisfied heartbeats. The lonely birds had flown the coop for the moment.
The empty feelings that each had been having were staved for awhile; turned aside as they clung to one another. Liam whimpered contentedly, feeling safe and grounded for a moment in the arms of shared human contact. Peter knew that feeling as well, and closing his eyes, he held the other boy tenderly against him...
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It may have been five minutes later, or it may have been an hour, when Peter finally opened his eyes again. He may have even dozed off, but he wasn't sure. Liam was still lying there, sprawled nearly on top of him. He shifted his position a little.
Liam lifted his head then, his long golden blond hair hanging down loosely around his face, and he looked down at Peter. Suddenly aware of their nakedness, he blushed, and pulled away slightly; the skin of their bare chests was still tacky between them. Liam rolled off to the side and sat up on the bunk, dangling one leg off the side. He glanced at Peter's naked body, then down at his own. Feeling shy now, embarrassed by what they'd done, he reached for his tee shirt and piled it loosely in his lap, covering his exposed boy parts.
Peter smiled gently at him. "You okay?" he asked softly. Liam glanced at him briefly, and nodded.
"I guess." he almost whispered. He cast another sideways glance at Peter's flaccid privates. The older boy's very sparse offering of pubic hairs were matted together with nearly dried boy spunk, causing Liam to look back at his own hand, remembering how that same spunk had drooled over his fingers. He rubbed at them absently.
"It's all right you know..." Peter offered softly. "It won't kill you, its just boy jizz..." Liam colored again slightly.
"No its... Its not that. I just. Is it weird, what we just did?" he asked timidly.
"Why would it be weird?" Peter responded.
"Well, because we're both boys... I mean, we... We jacked each other off, and..." He put his hands in his lap, holding his tee shirt against himself as he felt his penis stir. Peter sighed, and smiled tenderly. Reaching out, Peter took hold of the tee shirt and started to pull it away.
Liam resisted, and holding it tightly against his groin he stood up and stepped away from the bunk. He stood there awkwardly. Naked, save for the small cotton tee shirt bunched in front of his privates.
Peter scooted to the side of the bunk and then stood up from it. He walked over to stand in front of the other boy. Liam's eyes were cast to the floor, but he looked up finally, eye to eye with his friend Peter. "I'm sorry..." he breathed. "I'm just scared." Peter smiled softly back at him.
Slowly he reached down and grasped the tee shirt, pulling gently on it. Liam hesitated, but then let it slip through his fingers as the other boy pulled it away. His hands still hung loosely in front of his boyhood, which was swollen now and nearly erect. Peter smiled reassuringly at him again, then stepping forward he hugged the naked boy to him.
Liam trembled slightly, then put his arms around Peter's boyish waist. They looked at one another again, and Peter leaned forward, kissing Liam softly on the lips. He pulled away slightly, and glanced down at Liam's nearly full blown hard on. "Damn that looks nice..." Peter muttered. "But... We should prob'ly hit the showers before the other boys get back."
But... The others were already back. The twins had stopped in at the main building to scrounge up some apples to snack on. And Dylon... Dylon was standing just outside the cabin, quietly closing the cabin door again. He had just started to come in; and he'd seen the standing exchange between Peter and Liam. Their nakedness, the hug, the kiss... And Liam's stout erection.
He closed the door quietly and stepped away from the entrance, not wanting to be seen. There was a funny feeling churning deep in the pit of his stomach, and it bothered him that he didn't know what it was. He'd accidently seen Peter and Liam in an intimate situation, and... And it really bothered him somehow...
Dylon turned away from the cabin, and walked slowly back toward the main building deep in thought. He felt like he wanted to cry, but he didn't understand why. It... It wasn't supposed to be this way...
~~End of Chapter Five~~
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