Peter and the Pirates
Chapter 06
* Thanks to the many readers of my "About A Boy" stories, for your continued readership. I appreciate all of your emails, all the comments and the feedback. As always it’s about the joys of being a boy. And oh, what a joy it should be…
Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys around the ages of 11-13, and in the cusp of puberty and exploration. A coming of age tale, if you will. If this type of subject matter offends you, or is not to your tastes, or, if it is inappropriate for you due to laws in your area, then please find something else to read. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this, and my other offerings.
Story written and posted by: About A Boy.
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**Excerpt from previous chapter;
Peter scooted to the side of the bunk and then stood up from it. He walked over to stand in front of the younger 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...**
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Shortly after Dylon made his way back to the main building, Peter and Liam emerged from the cabin. They carried with them fresh towels, and a change of clothing as they headed down the walkway toward the showers; and they seemed light of mood when they entered the building and stepped into the change area.
Another boy was already showering, but Peter paid him no mind as he hung up his towel on the hooks and began to disrobe. Liam seemed to hesitate a bit though, apparently not quite over his shyness. At least not with other boys.
Stepping out of his flip flops, Peter walked naked across the cool concrete floor to the showers, selecting one on the opposite side from the other boy who was already there. He fiddled with the shower handle for a moment, adjusting the temperature to one that was bearable, and then stepped under the insistent flow.
Seconds later, he was surprised to see Liam step up under the shower head alongside of him. In spite of the other boy being there, Liam had stripped off as well, and had gathered enough courage to join Peter under the showers, for the first time without his swim suit. Though he kept his back toward the other boy, it was indeed a bold move for him. Something his shyness would never have allowed just a few days earlier.
Peter smiled quietly and nodded at Liam acknowledging his effort, and Liam smiled timidly in return and began to bathe, albeit a bit nervously. One small step for Liam, one large step for boykind...
When they'd finished showering they changed into their fresh clothes and headed back toward their cabin. The other boys were all back now, Justin and Jason were lying on their bunks, and Dylon was standing in front of his locker near the back of the cabin.
"Hey guys..." Peter greeted when he came in. "So... How'd things go up at the pool?" Justin sat up with a sly grin giving Peter a thumbs up, and Jason nodded in agreement from his bunk, pumping his fist suggestively a time or two. Apparently a little boyplay may have taken place there, much to the twins liking.
"Hey Dylon." Liam offered, as he walked back past him to his own bunk. Dylon gave nothing but a quiet grunt in response; which seemed odd. Peter stepped up to his own locker, which was alongside Dylon's.
"Hey..." he greeted. Dylon glanced sideways at him with a slight nod, then loudly shut his locker door, and flopped onto his bunk. "What's up with you?" Peter asked, "You alright?"
"I'm fine..." Dylon replied. But his gruff tone said differently. Peter looked across the cabin at the twins, but they both shrugged in confusion. He looked again at Dylon, but decided just to let it go. Maybe he was just tired from the long day. Kayaking, playing on the beach, and messing about up at the creek; yeah, that was probably it.
The cabin was fairly quiet for the next fifteen minutes or so. Peter, Liam, and Dylon all lying on their own bunks relaxing a bit, and the twins were sitting cross-legged on Justin's bunk, facing each other. They were playing the 'slap-hand' game, which was the only sound in the cabin; except for their giggles, and the occasional outburst.
"Ouch..." Justin pouted after getting his hand slapped hard. "That hurt you twit..."
"Well, if you weren't so slow that wouldn't happen dickwad..." 'Slap.' "Ouch..." The boys seemed quite intent on their game, laughing playfully with each slap that connected. At the back of the cabin however, Dylon rolled off the far side of his bunk, and without a word he walked to the front and headed out the door.
The other boy's all exchanged quiet looks when he'd gone. "Did something happen?" Peter asked. But everyone seemed to be unaware of anything being wrong.
"He was just fine up at the creek." Jason offered.
"And when we got back." Justin confirmed. "He seemed good right up till when you guys came back from the showers..." Peter furrowed his eyes in thought for a moment, then decided to go after Dylon and see if he was alright. He headed out the door, quickly followed by the rest of the boys.
They headed toward the cafeteria and quite by chance, Liam noticed Dylon who was just starting to head down the trail that led to the beach. "There he is..." Liam offered, and the boys changed course.
"Dylon..." Peter called out to his friend, but the other boy was well ahead and already running down the trail toward the beach. The other boys followed at a jog, eventually reaching the open area below, where the trail turned to sand. Dylon was there, walking now about a hundred yards or so up the shoreline. The boys hurried after him, finally catching up.
He glanced at them, but said nothing as they walked along quietly for a bit, and finally Peter motioned to the twins and Liam to go on ahead. The three boys quickened their pace without question, distancing themselves from Peter and Dylon. Both boys carried their sneakers as they walked along barefoot through the sand.
"So... You wanna' tell me what's going on?" Peter asked sincerely.
"I told you, I'm fine." Dylon mumbled dryly, not even looking up. They took several steps in silence before Peter tried again.
"Please Dylon, tell me what's bothering you dude?"
"Nothing..." Dylon replied a bit more harshly, glancing sideways at him. He stopped, and they stood quietly. The only sound was the gentle lapping of water, and the other boys well up ahead of them now, chattering away like squirrels in the distance.
It was an awkward silence for a moment, and Peter was surprised when Dylon spoke up suddenly, his tone greatly softened, "So," Dylon began, glancing briefly at Peter, "We had some fun back there in the dunes today, huh?”
"Uh, yeah... That was pretty wild." Peter replied, not quite sure where Dylon was going with the question.
"You even got Liam to get over his shyness, and get naked with us..." They started walking slowly up the beach again. "So.... You and Liam... Are you guys like, a 'thing' now. Dylon queried suddenly. Peter stopped in his tracks, totally taken off guard.
"What?" Peter asked, looking at his friend. "Where did that come from?" Dylon looked at him oddly, and swallowed.
"I kind of saw you guys. I mean, when the twins and I got back from the beach, I was... I was about to come into the cabin and I saw you." He looked away, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. "You... You were both you know, naked, and hugging and stuff. And... And then you kissed him..."
"Is... Is that what you're mad about?" Peter asked. "I mean, it can't bother you that we did something, you know, sexual... It's not weird or anything... I mean we've all done some of that, and... And... Wait..." Peter was thoughtful, then his eyebrows raised in revelation. He looked directly at Dylon. "Are you like... Jealous?" he suggested.
"What... No, fuck no..." Dylon blurted out, his face coloring with embarrassment. He looked away, shaking his head in denial...
"Wait... Is that it? That's it isn't it..." He stepped in front of Dylon and looked squarely at him. Dylon could only look down, tracing his toe awkwardly in the sand. Another long moment of silence followed.
"I guess... Maybe I am jealous." Dylon conceded. "It's just, well... It was just you and me that started this thing, you know. When we, we jerked off together up at the pool. And then when we jerked each other off in the showers like that. But... Well, since then Justin and Jason did stuff with you, and now you and Liam, and... And I... Ah never mind." Dylon turned and started walking back the way they'd come.
Peter stood for a moment deep in thought, then hurried after him until they were walking side by side again. Dylon appeared to wipe a tear away discreetly, not wanting Peter to see it.
"Dude, I'm sorry. Look, I think I get it. But, you know, Liam and I have a different kind of connection. We..."
"Yeah, yeah... I know. You both lost your parents, I get it..." Dylon spouted, stopping Peter in his tracks.
"Well that's kind of big thing, don't you think?!" Peter replied sternly. Dylon stopped walking and looked back at him, regretting what he'd just said.
"Sorry." he said quietly. "Look, its just..." he sighed painfully, looking at the sand again. "It’s just that you guys aren't the only ones who are lonely, you know. You're not the only ones hurting. I'm... I..." he struggled to say something more, then finally managed to whisper; but it was so soft that Peter didn't hear him.
"Huh? I didn't get that." Peter said.
"I said... I said I'm fucking gay alright." Dylon nearly shouted, his face flushed with embarrassment, or anger, or both. "I'm a fucking queer." He looked up, and with tears in his eyes he turned and began to run, a full sprint back down the beach toward the trail.
"Dylon..." Peter yelled after him. "Dylon stop..." he shouted. He ran a ways up the beach in pursuit, but Dylon was well ahead and he continued running, not looking back, not slowing down. Peter followed, then stopped and yelled after him again... A few moments later the other boys caught up to Peter wondering what was going on.
"What was that all about?" Justin asked, winded from their run to catch up. They all watched as Dylon reached the trail, then disappeared as he ran up into the trees toward the main complex.
"What's going on?" Liam asked this time. "Is Dylon okay?"
"Nothings going on." Peter answered. "He's, he's not feeling well, that's all."
"He ran pretty fast for someone not feeling well." Jason observed. The boys walked the rest of the way to the trail, then followed it up to the Retreat.
When they got to the top, they all headed back toward the cabin. To everyone's disappointment, Dylon wasn't there. "Maybe he went to see the nurse." Justin suggested, "If he wasn't feeling well."
"Listen," Peter said, "It's like half an hour before dinner time. I'm gonna go see if that's where he is. Why don't you guys hang out here, or, go take a shower or somethin', and we'll meet you in the lunchroom."
"Well, we could all go with you." Liam suggested helpfully.
"Na... I kinda' want to talk to him. Just me and him. We'll catch up with you guys, ok?" Liam shrugged agreeably. The twins decided to head to the showers, since they hadn't done so after the days adventures; they talked Liam into coming with them even though he'd already been.
Peter took a quick piss, then headed off in search of Dylon. He strolled around the grounds a little first, then checked in at the cafeteria, and on to the main complex and offices. He actually did check the nurse’s station just in case, even though he had made up the part about Dylon not feeling well.
As he was leaving the office area, he noticed the counselor, Connie, coming down the hallway toward him. 'Ah crap...' he thought to himself. 'She'll just want to set up another appointment to talk with me some more.' He began walking quickly toward the door, until she called out to him by name. Crap...
"Peter... Peter." She called again, making sure to get his attention.
"Oh, hi." he answered, turning as if he hadn't noticed her before. She walked up to him and smiled casually.
"How are you Peter?" she asked cordially.
"Uh, I'm cool." he responded casually. Ah, here it comes, he thought...
"You're friends with Dylon aren't you?" she asked, surprising him a little.
"Yeah... Yeah we're in the same cabin and stuff." he answered, almost noncommittally, not knowing what she was on about.
"Well, he missed an appointment with me this morning." She advised him, “And since I haven't seen him around today." There was jus a hint of a question in her tone.
"Oh... Well we were all up the beach messing around all day. You know, Kayaks and stuff like that." he answered the implied question.
"I see." She paused. "Well, you boys know that you can't miss appointments. When you see him, please remind him that he missed his today, will you?" Peter didn't care for her tone, but he nodded that he would, and then turned for the door. He stopped for a moment, then turned back to face her.
"So, Miss Connie, can I ask you something?" Peter requested.
"It's just Connie." she smiled. "And yes, what did you want to ask?" He stood for a second, thinking about how to phrase his question.
"Well, I was just wondering... What you want to talk to Dylon about?"
"Oh..." She shook her head. "Well, that's rather personal, don't you think?" She seemed to scold. "Dylon may have some things he wishes to get off his chest. Just as you do." She replied. Peter disliked her tone though, it sounded a bit patronizing to him. Adults are like that at times with children.
"Yeah, well... I already know what he's dealing with anyway." Peter touted back at her, as if to win a point. Her eyebrows raised a bit questioningly.
"I see... Well, you shouldn't guess about such things Peter. It could lead to the wrong conclusions."
"I'm not guessing about anything. Dylon and me are friends, and he told me!" Connie seemed quite surprised at this comment. She looked at Peter, and seemed to be searching his face.
"And, just what was it he told you?" She asked.
"Well, like you said, that's kind of personal." Peter replied. He felt as though he'd kind of trapped himself in this conversation. The truth was, he didn't really know what her meetings with Dylon were about. But he assumed that Dylon's confession to him must have something to do with it. Connie suddenly softened her approach however.
"Listen," she began, "If Dylon opened himself up to you, then he obviously trusts you. That makes a person rather vulnerable, when they open up and trust someone like that." She put her hand on Peter's shoulder. "I hope Dylon's trust in you was justified?!" She stated quietly. Peter looked at the ground for a moment, absorbing what she'd said.
"It was." He told her softly. "Excuse me..." He turned and headed quickly out the door.
Peter made his way back to the cabin, and looked toward Dylon's bunk when he came in. The other boys were back in the room, but Dylon wasn't there. "Where's Dylon?" Justin asked, "Is he feeling okay?"
"Dunno..." he answered, looking at the others. "Look, guys... Earlier when I said he wasn't feeling well... Well, what I meant was..." he paused. "He's not like sick or anything. He just has a lot of stuff on his mind, that's all."
"Like what?" Liam asked, genuinely curious, and concerned.
"Just... Just stuff. He'll tell you himself." Peter assured them. The other boys glanced at one another wondering what was going on.
They heard the dinner bell ring suddenly, calling to them from the main cafeteria. They looked at one another again. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving." Justin said candidly.
"What about Dylon though?" Liam wondered aloud.
"Look, he'll probably turn up at dinner. You know how much that guy eats. Come on, I bet he'll show up at our table." There really wasn't much else they could do. It wasn't like Dylon was missing, missing... He'd just gone off to think things through. The boys finally agreed, and gathered themselves up they headed down to the cafeteria.
They grabbed their usual spot, then worked through the food line, filling their plates with grilled chicken, and all the trappings that go along with it. They even grabbed a tray for Dylon, taking it back to their table. But no Dylon.
The boys started eating, though none of them were really into it, still being concerned about their friend. "I can't believe he'd miss dinner." Justin remarked. "I mean shit he didn't even have lunch today."
"I know," Jason agreed, "The last thing he prob'ly ate was that candy bar when we were Kayaking and stuff this afternoon..."
"Kayaking!" Peter replied, as if a light went off in his head. He'd not thought about looking down there, at the shack. "I bet that's where Dylon went." he said, hopping off his seat.
"Hey, we'll come with you." Liam said, beginning to stand up. But Peter turned back and stopped him.
"No. Look it's okay. I kind of need to talk to him first anyway. I mean, if that's okay with you guys?" he asked, looking at each of the other boys. They exchanged looks, then agreed to let Peter go by himself. "Thanks guys..." Peter smiled. Then he reached out and snagged some of the chicken off of their plates.
"Hey..." Justin complained. Peter just shrugged.
"Look, he's gonna be hungry." Peter explained, as he began wrapping the chicken in several of the heavy napkins. "You guys can grab more from the dinner line, ok?" He started to leave, but turned back for a moment and snagged a pudding cup right off of Justin's plate.
"Hey, what the.." Justin complained indignantly, as Peter raced out the door.
He hurried back to the cabin, and grabbed up a small knap sack from his locker, stuffing the food carefully inside of it, he slung it over one shoulder and bounded out the door. Running down the path, he cut across the fescue lawn between the buildings, and ran toward the trail.
He jogged all the way down to the split in the trail, stopping there for a moment to catch his breath; but he quickly started on his way again, down the switchback trail toward the inlet. He began running again, anxious to see if his guess was correct, and hopefully find Dylon. Still running at the bottom of the trail he stumbled, finally falling forward lightly onto the sand.
Looking up, Peter sucked down several gulps of air, trying again to regain his breath. He slowly got up on one knee, and gazed across at the cabin; then took a quick glance around the inlet. There was no one to be seen. The Kayaks were all pulled up and stationed near the cabin for the evening.
The large, colorful umbrella that had shaded the picnic table was down now, and tucked away near the cabin as well. Peter got to his feet, brushing sand from his knees, and spitting out the few grains that had gotten into his mouth when he fell. Standing, Peter looked toward the cabin, and he reached up with his forearm to wipe away the fine film of sweat that coated his brow. He padded through the soft sand, making his way across to the small cabin.
"Dylon..." he called out, as he stepped up on the small wooden porch. There was no sound from within. He stepped toward the door and tried the handle, but the door seemed to be locked up for the evening as well. "Dylon..." he called out again, against the door.
Silence met him, so Peter moved to one of the windows near the door to peer inside through the darkened window. There were no lights on inside, and Peter wasn't even sure if there was any electricity that ran to the small shack; it was, after all just a boathouse and storage shack anyway.
He cupped his hands on the glass around his eyes, trying to pierce the darkened room. He could just make out the desk and chair, and the cooler where Mr. Anderson kept the bottled water.
He moved across to the other window, trying to get a peek at the other side of the room. When he looked in, he could just see the small worn couch that was positioned there against the wall. And there, curled up and sleeping, was Dylon.
Peter's throat tightened with emotion, and he sighed with relief as he gazed in at his friend. He looked small, and sadly alone lying there in his white tank top, with an old weathered beach towel pulled up over his legs. He was relieved that he'd found Dylon, but he stood there awkwardly for a moment as well.
Finally he rapped on the glass with his knuckles. "Dylon..." he called. "Dylon wake up bro." The boy on the couch opened his eyes, and wearily raised his head, looking through the window with a defeated expression on his face. They looked at each other a moment, before Dylon looked back down at the floor, embarrassed.
"Dude let me in, okay? Please..." The other boy sat up on the small couch, then got up and walked quietly to the cabin door, opening it for Peter. Barefoot, he padded back to the couch and sat again, drawing his legs up to himself and wrapping his arms around them as Peter entered the cabin and closed the door behind him.
"Hey..." Peter said quietly.
"Hey." Dylon returned, staring at his knees. Peter smiled sadly, and crossed over to sit down next to his friend. He slipped the knap sack off his shoulder and set in on the floor, and they sat wordlessly for a minute; both of them searching for the right thing to say.
"I'm sorry." Dylon finally fumbled, as he clutched his bare knees more tightly to himself. "I didn't mean to dump on you like that." Peter sighed and looked at him.
"No, it's okay. I'm the one who's sorry." Peter answered, looking sadly at the vulnerable boy beside him. I was so into my own shit, that I never even thought that you might have something going on with you as well."
"Its just, well... It's so hard to tell someone you're... You're gay." Dylon went on. "I don't have many friends in the first place, and... Well, it seems like every time I tell someone, they act all weird and stuff. And some of them just leave you then, not even wanting to be seen with you."
Peter stared blankly into the room, trying to imagine how scary that must be. He moved his hand then, resting it softly on the other boy's bare thigh. "You won't loose them if they were a real friend." Peter said. Dylon glanced back at him, looking him squarely in the eyes. Peter's expression was soft, non judgmental.
"I guess I thought that... I mean, with what we did up at the pool, and... And then in the showers when we messed around... I guess I was hoping that you were, you know... That you might be gay as well."
Peter thought back to what they'd done. And it surprised him now, at how much he'd actually enjoyed it. He surprised himself even more when he responded. "I guess... I guess I don't really know what I am." he said. "I mean, I think I kinda like girls sometimes, but... But I've thought about boys sometimes too. And the stuff you and I did... Well... If I'm being honest, I... I really liked it."
The boys sat quietly for a moment, each in his own thoughts. "This puberty shit is really confusing." Peter offered finally. "I mean, I don't know if I liked it just because it felt so good, or... Or if that's the way it is for me." Dylon nodded, understanding what he meant.
"I think I just knew." Dylon admitted. "It doesn't just feel good to me. It feels right." Peter smiled softly at him, then suddenly he chuckled.
"I just remembered this movie that I watched with my dad on TV once, with that Bill Murray guy in it. It was called, um, 'Stripes' I think. These two guys were gonna' join the military, and the recruiter dude asked them if they were gay; and they answered; "No, but we're willing to learn." He laughed again as he told this to Dylon, and the other boy grinned back at him, relaxing for the first time.
Peter looked softly at him again, a gentle smile curling his lips. "You're my friend..." He declared, leaning in closely. "And I'm willing to learn..." He leaned in closer and softly kissed Dylon on the corner of his mouth.
Dylon looked at him, surprised. "You... You don't need to do that..." he said.
"Yes I do..." Peter countered. He pressed forward again, kissing the other boy full on the lips. Dylon kissed back this time, and it lingered, becoming a caring embrace. Dylon stretched out his legs on the couch, and Peter settled along side him. He tugged at Dylon's white tank top, gently helping him to pull it off. Dylon acted in kind, stripping Peter's tee shirt up over his head, and dropping it to the dusty cabin floor.
They looked at each other for a long moment, and then embraced, holding each other closely again, their bare chests held snuggly together. "Are you sure?" Dylon whispered. Peter's answer was to lean forward again, and kiss the other boy more deeply. With parted lips the boys engaged in a long, wet, and very meaningful kiss...
They pulled apart again, looking softly at each other for a moment. Dylon's eyes began to well up with emotion. "Lost boys don't cry..." Peter said softly, wiping the tears from his cheek.
"Maybe I'm not so lost anymore." Dylon offered sincerely. They lay snuggled together, holding one another reassuringly. It was nice, and Peter enjoyed the physical contact of the other boy's youthful body against his own. Then, quite unexpectedly there was an odd gurgling rumble that churned between them. Peter pulled back his head to stare at Dylon.
"Sorry..." Dylon grinned, and started to laugh. "I'm just really hungry I guess. And when his stomach grumbled again, both boys burst out into raucous laughter. Peter actually had to sit up, he was laughing too hard.
"Hey..." he suddenly remembered, and he leaned over and snagged up his knap sack from the floor. Zipping open the flap, he reached inside and removed the small bundle of napkins. "I figured you might be starving, soooo...." he said, as he quickly unwrapped it, revealing several large meaty pieces of chicken.
Dylon's eyes flared wide, a smile crossing his thin lips, his mouth all but watering at the prospect of food. He turned his head and looked at Peter suddenly. "You really were thinking about me weren't you!" he remarked, cocking his head thoughtfully. There were three large breast pieces, and smiling, he handed one piece back to him. Then he quickly bit into another, devouring it hungrily.
Peter watched him with a smile, as his friend wolfed down first one, quickly followed the other chicken breast. Peter shook his head amusedly, then handed the third piece back to Dylon. "You need this more than I do..." he chuckled. The other boy smiled sheepishly, shrugged, and without argument he took the last piece of chicken and gratefully finished it.
"Thanks..." Dylon said honestly when he'd finished. "That was (burp) cool for you to have thought to bring food." He leaned forward with greasy lips and gently kissed Peter on the mouth. "Mmm... You taste like chicken." he laughed, nipping playfully at Peter's lip. Both boys giggled then, in the dusky light of the room.
Dylon wiped his mouth with several of the crumpled napkins then, and smacked his lips when he'd finished. He sighed contentedly. "Well... I guess we should probably head back up to the cabins, before we get in trouble." He glanced at Peter again, and placed a hand on his friend's knee. "Seriously, thanks bro." he offered quietly.
"Wait..." Peter grinned, suddenly remembering. "What about dessert. Can't go back before we've had dessert." Peter piped. He reached into his pack again and pulled out the sealed plastic container of pudding. "Ta-dah...." he beamed. Peter grinned.
"Wow, guess you thought of everything..." Dylon chuckled.
"Yup. I did." Peter grinned, handing over the Pudding Cup. Dylon pulled off the foil cover, while his friend stood watching him. For a moment, Peter's mind wandered. Back to the messing around they did up at the pond. How totally excited he'd become, seeing Dylon's nakedness, and then watching him intently as they both masturbated.
He thought again of the showers, and how Dylon had touched him. Fondled his erection, and then, they had even masturbated each other. Shit that had been the greatest feeling ever. He thought about all the messing around naked on the beach with the twins, and the sexual play they'd engaged in. And finally Peter thought about the two amazing exchanges he'd had with Liam. Intimate, almost loving exchanges of sexuality and comfort. He had truly loved each and every one of those moments. And now as he though about them, it seemed like much more than just puberty inspired boyplay...
His attention returned to Dylon who was still sitting on the couch, sticking his tongue down into the pudding cup. Yeah, apparently he'd forgotten to bring one thing at least; a plastic spoon. Dylon smiled back at him, then held the cup out toward him. "Want some?" he asked innocently.
"Yeah..." Peter answered. "I do want some..." With that, he reached down and undid the button of his board shorts, letting them fall off his hips to the ground. He stood there naked now, his soft boy parts hanging loosely there in front of his friend. Dylon's expression was one of unexpected surprise.
"We're not talking about pudding cups anymore, are we..." he stated, and he stood slowly from the couch, leaving the pudding cup on the worn cushion. He stood eye to eye with his friend, smiling almost timidly now. "Are you sure?" Dylon whispered.
Peter reached across slowly and took hold of Dylon's khaki colored shorts, undoing the button and zipper, then slipping them down his friend's legs. They both stood naked now, facing one another in the murky light of the small cabin.
Each smiled timidly, eyes flitting across one another's features. Dylon reached out slowly, cupping his hands on Peter's sides, just above his hips. They stood there, exchanging shy smiles, as if unsure what to do next. Scarcely audible in the distance, was the sound of an old rusty clock, which hung above the cabin door; its muted ticking was the only sound in the room, save for quiet breaths, and strained heartbeats of the two young boys.
They stood this way for a long minute, until finally they moved together, their warm nude bodies pressing against one another. Peter could feel his own flaccid penis rub against the softness of Dylon's warm boytube. He shivered lightly with anticipation, and slowly his boy part began to stiffen and move upward.
Still smiling excitedly at one another, they settled back onto the small couch, with Dylon's body partially on top of Peter's. It was a magnificent moment of intimacy, there in the dusk, nakedness merging, heartbeats fluttering with unknown excitement. Their hips ground naturally together, an instinctive response of evolution; this natural coupling of flesh.
Peter raised his head slightly to meet Dylon's, their opened lips met tenderly. Tongues sought entrance, then came together in a curiously tactile exploration. The boys had both become fully erect down below, a curious entanglement of sparse pubic hairs and warm skin.
Dylon shuddered with delight as Peter's arms wrapped warmly around his boyish torso, holding their soft nakedness together. He had known that he was gay for several years, but young boys seldom have the opportunity to experience the things they know to be true. Idle play, yes sometimes perhaps, but now, for the first time he honestly felt free to be himself...
The boys squirmed and wriggled against one another; the stimulation only heightened their arousal, and the now passionate kisses only intensified their youthful desires. Young, fit naked bodies continued to rub and gnash. It wasn't long before the wetness of precum began to add to the equation, as their swollen bulbs slid through the sticky wetness of it.
A gentle moan rolled from Dylon's throat, as his youthful genitals tingled pleasantly. With purpose he began kissing Peter's neck, instinctively drawn to his lower quarters. Inching his way downward, over Peter's tanned breast, stopping only to suckle for a moment on the small pebble that defined his right nipple. Peter shivered, his back arching inward as he reacted to the erotic sensation. "Oh fuck... That's so awesome" he muttered breathily.
The boys continued to squirm on the couch, flesh still interlaced. "Fuck this feels so good Dylon..."
"Yeah, you'll like this even better then..." Dylon returned, lowering himself again, trailing his tongue downward, then swirling it wetly into the indent of Peter's boylike navel; sucking at the supple skin there. Peter's body tensed again in response.
Still but a playful boy, Dylon suddenly blew air against Peter's firm tummy, making a distinct 'raspberry' sound... Both boys laughed, and Dylon smiled up mischievously at him, then looking back down he lowered his face, hovering just above the other boy's rigid boyhood.
He shivered with anticipation as he gazed closely at the fleshy appendage, bobbing slightly, only inches from his face. He'd never been this close before... He could smell the soft fragrance of boylike musk, he could see the slippery sheen of precum that wetted Peter's sparsely populated pubic mound; and the single threadlike strand of sticky goo that seemed to connect the two.
"Oh fuchhh..." Dylon's voice a mere whisper. He shivered excitedly again, realizing that this was the telling moment, wasn't it... No longer innocent boyplay, no longer the mutually shared masturbation between two curious pups.
With trembling fingers, Dylon reached for Peter's fleshy peg. He touched its warmth with his fingertips, then slipped back the remaining jacket of foreskin, exposing all of the strained purple knob that was hidden beneath. Both boys shivered then, and Peter's right hand settled atop Dylon's shaggy head, his fingers threading through his soft hair.
Dylon closed his eyes in anguished anticipation. He had suffered so long, waiting for this moment... He lowered his head, narrow tongue reaching out expectantly. And there it was. The meat of his tongue touched the inflamed ridge of Peter's swollen glans.... Peter's hips arched upward as if to meet him, as Dylon's taste buds swirled wetly around his moist cap...
The taste of sticky precum delighted his senses, and he settled his lips over the purple, bulbous tip, sucking greedily on it. "Unchhhh..." Peter jolted, these new sensations overwhelmed him, and his fingers curled into a fist of hair atop other boys head. Dylon pulled off slightly, licking savory boy honey from his lips.
Eyes wide, breath coming heavily, he watched yet another sticky droplet roll lazily from the reddened slit of Peter's pickle shaped boyhood. Dylon swooped upon it, like a hawk diving on prey. He licked the pearly droplet, then lifting Peter's wand, he swallowed the meaty morsel, sliding slowly, deliberately down the boy's rigid shaft. "Mmmm... Mmm.." he hummed around it.
Peter arched his hips forward again, eager to be taken into Dylon's craw. His own moans came from deep within his throat, as amazing new feelings raced through his youthful genitals. "Ahhhhhhaaaaaaaah..." A long, slow stream of breath leaked from his lungs.
Dylon shifted position then, on his knees he was able to slip between Peter's legs, and he reached down to lift the other boy's thigh. Peter helped, willingly drawing his knees up, and flaring them out to the sides, fully exposing his boyish nether regions. Dylon was crazed with delight; a kid in a candy store, as he lowered his head between Peter's legs, licking tenderly over his sac and loosely floating testicles. He nuzzled this most intimate of areas, warm breath and soft lips bathing the soft, aromatic skin.
It was total emersion now, he could taste Peter's boyish ball sweat, and he could smell the strangely pleasant musk surrounding the boy's pinkish anal ring... He closed his eyes to savor it, and breathe in all of the sensual candies.
"Ohhhh, oh shit Dylon..." Peter moaned again. "That's soooo fuckin awesome..." Dylon's eyes were alight with pleasure. He had dreamed about these moments. Fantasized about them; and it was so much sweeter than he'd even imagined. He breathed in another deep, primal breath of Peter's boyish bouquet.
"Oh man..." Dylon shuddered, raising his head to look at Peter. "Oh man... This is like, the best dessert ever..." he grinned. Peter giggled as well, then seemed to think of something. Twisting to the side he and reached over the edge of the couch, gabbing up the Pudding Cup from the floor.
He held it up with an impish gleam in his eyes... Dipping his finger into the soft pudding, he swiped a glob of it onto his finger. Grinning broadly now at Dylon, he reached down and smeared some of it on his own penis, and balls. "There... Now that will be the best dessert ever..." he intoned. Dylon grinned wickedly in return, then lowered his head to slurp the tasty pudding from Peters vanilla flavored appendage. "Ohhh man..." Peter grunted again as Dylon tongued him clean.
When he'd finished, he came up smiling. "That was so fucking wicked..." he muttered, and with another greedy smile, he reached out and took the pudding cup from Peter. He stuck his own finger down into it, scooping out an even bigger glob, and smiling at his friend, he lifted Peter's thigh again, smearing a small dab of it on his knob, then playfully licking it clean again.
With a devilish smile, Dylon lowered his finger, slathering the rest of gooey pudding over Peter's soft pinkish boy hole. "Oh fuckkk...." Peter squirmed as the finger, and the ticklish cool feel of it caused his anus to clench tightly.
Dylon giggled boyishly. He'd thought about doing something like this many times, and without hesitation he lowered his face into the thick of it. His tongue darted and licked at the tasty, vanilla flavored boy grommet.
Peter squealed, and twitched with delight at the exotic feelings of Dylon's warm tongue probing, teasing and gently invading his puckered boyhole...
The stimulation was beyond imaginable and Peter's cock twitched several times as his wrinkled grommet was explored. Dylon kissed it gently once again, then looked up softly at Peter. This had been more that he could have imagined. He smiled tenderly at his friend, who looked back at him in kind.
"It's time for your dessert I think..." Dylon offered, grasping the other boy's penis. He wrapped his warm mouth around the tip of Peter's glistening boyhood, and with taut lips, he began working the tumescent horn. Bobbing with purpose up and down its four and a half inch length. Peter ran his fingers through Dylon's hair, stroking it softly, while enjoying this most amazing, first time knob job.
Dylon seemed to be of two minds. The first to bring as much pleasure as he possibly could to his friend Peter. The boy who had allowed him this first real taste of his true sexual identity. And the other for himself, to taste and experience the forbidden fruit of another boy's loins.
He took his time, diligently thrumming, rolling taut lips over Peter's tumescent member, pleasuring and bringing untold delight to his youthful partner; who squirmed and moaned now beneath his ministrations.
Peter was awash in pleasure. His body tingled with more intensity than he'd ever know. His eyes squeezed tightly against the onslaught of pleasure as he neared climax. His thighs twitched, his toes curled with electric tension, resisting that first contraction, trying to hold it off, but... The next instant, with the next spasm he was forced to release. A gusher of boy milk ejaculated from him, filling Dylon's mouth with hot, succulent boy spunk.
He grunted loudly, but couldn't even hear himself as his entire body was seized, and heaving into the other boy. It felt as if he'd blacked out for a moment, because when he opened his eyes, Dylon was lying on top of him, both of their hearts pounding wildly against the other.
And as for Dylon. He had been so stimulated by everything that was happening, so wildly ready, that after he felt the swell of Peter's pulsing tube in his mouth, and he had swallowed multiple pulses of the juicy treat, his own body flushed with excitement.
Peter's empty tube had slipped from his lips, and he thrust himself forward on top of his friend and vigorously pumped his own boy lacquer between them.
The boys lay glued together thusly. Nothing moved in the cabin for the longest of times, but for the second hand on the old rusty clock above the door. Tick... Tick... Tick... They held one another quietly in the sanctity of the moment. A tear welled, and rolled softly across Dylon's cheek; tears of unfathomable release. He'd finally been relieved of the hidden burden that had weighed against his young shoulders for so long. No longer was he ashamed of who, or how he was... And the old clock continued to tick silently.
At length the boys moved, finally sitting up naked, side by side on the couch. They looked at one another, and shared a gentle smile. "That really was the best dessert, ever..." Dylon declared softly, causing both boys to laugh. They stood up from the couch, and cleaned themselves as best they could.
Peter retrieved his crumpled board shorts from the floor, shaking them once to free the dust, and then stepped into them quietly as Dylon watched him. Almost lovingly, watching his best friend. Dylon stepped forward then, looking directly at Peter. "Thanks..." he said meaningfully, then slowly leaned forward and gave him a gentle hug.
When they'd finished dressing, Peter scooped up his day pack and shouldered it. The boys walked out of the cabin, closing the door solidly behind them, before they stepped off the wooden porch into the sand that headed back toward the trail. Dylon had the urge to reach out and take Peter's hand, but he thought better of it; not wanting to seem 'too' gay.
Peter surprised him a moment later, when he reached out and put an arm around his shoulders, holding him closely as the started up the woodsy trail.
Fifteen minutes later they reached the cabin and hurried inside. The other boys looked up, and seeing both Peter and Dylon, they beamed, and hopped off their bunks to hurry over and cheerfully greet their friends. Liam was almost in tears, hugging them, relieved that they were back.
Dylon looked at Liam with an appreciative smile; touched that Liam had actually been that worried about him. The boys all chattered at them for awhile, wondering where they'd been, and if everything was alright. Though Peter and Dylon evaded the more probing questions about why he'd taken off, and why it took them so long to get back.
It didn't take long though for normalcy to settle in. They soon began talking about stuff in general, pushing two bunks together again so that they could all sprawl out as a group while they talked and played another board game.
Justin went to his bunk at one point to grab his pillow so that he prop himself up comfortably. His brother asked him to grab his pillow as well. This was all just fine, until Justin handed it over to his twin, by way of swinging it and smacking his brother in the head with it.
The pillow fight that ensued was epic, going on for nearly fifteen minutes, with all the boys jumping into the fray, and battling each other for supremacy. Eventually of course, they'd worn each other out, and they lay strewn across the bunks, breathless and battle weary.
After a time they all began getting ready for bed. The twins had brushed their teeth, and Justin was just slipping his pajama bottoms on, when his brother dutifully grabbed a handful of his underwear and reefed them upward into a severe wedgie that left him howling and digging his fingers between his butt cheeks trying to pull them back out.
All the boys laughed and giggled at his expense, but Justin turned and fixed them with a playful 'evil' eye. "Sure, laugh now..." he warned, ominously pointing at each of them in turn, "But I'll have my revenge!"
"Eww..." Dylon mocked, "We're all terrified..." And they all laughed again, including Justin. Finally one by one they filtered off to bed and began to settle in for the night. Bedside lamps blinked out and darkness overtook the room, while the boys shifted in their beds, finding comfortable positions to sleep in.
Peter and Dylon lay on their sides in their respective bunks, facing each other as their eyes slowly grew accustomed to the darkness of the room. Able to see now, the boys looked at one another quietly, and smiled softly.
"G-night..." Peter whispered.
"Yeah, g-night." Dylon answered, smiling. He stretched out his arm between the two bunks. Peter did the same, and they touched knuckles, holding them together there for several seconds. Soft breathing soon filled the cabin, and it didn't take long for any of the boys to drift off to sleep
Peter was probably the last one to slip away into his own never-never land. After one last look over at the boy in the next bunk. He smiled to himself in the darkness. "Yup, Best dessert ever..." he mumbled softly, closing his eyes as sleep took him...
~~End of Chapter Six~~
Important Authors note: ** Recently, I found myself on YouTube, watching several dozen videos, all posted by young boys, aged 11 thru 14. The videos shared a common theme. All were made by the boys, telling their own 'Coming Out' story. A few were a bit silly, but... Many of the videos made me cry. Young, vulnerable boys, who showed the strength and fortitude to do the unthinkable at that age. To come out to the world.
With many, you could see it on their faces, hear it in their voices. The fear, the pain, and the shame they had been living with. Some laughed awkwardly, some became emotional. But all were bullied, ignored, some even disowned by their parents. To hear a twelve year old boy talk about attempting suicide; talk about the hopelessness they felt. Oh my god... I literally wept for some of them, wanting to just reach out and hug them, offer them the support and understanding they needed.
What is inexcusable to me, is the ignorance of those who would bully, belittle, or abuse another human being. These are children. Young people who haven't lived long enough to know that things can and will get better. Children, who suffer the slings and arrows of other peoples narrow mindedness. These boys, displaying more courage than any grown man. Their courage should be applauded. If you'd like to see it for yourself, feel free to email me, and I can link you to some of those vids.
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Hope you are enjoying this coming of age tale. It is a Boy's duty, to explore, experiment, and enjoy with curious wonder, this precious time of adolescent change. Where every experience is new, and nothing is off the table. Enjoy it boys, before adulthood steals you away....
Also, stay tuned for more new stories from About A Boy
I really appreciate your reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into it as well... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, and it should always remain so...
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;
Peter scooted to the side of the bunk and then stood up from it. He walked over to stand in front of the younger 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...**
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Shortly after Dylon made his way back to the main building, Peter and Liam emerged from the cabin. They carried with them fresh towels, and a change of clothing as they headed down the walkway toward the showers; and they seemed light of mood when they entered the building and stepped into the change area.
Another boy was already showering, but Peter paid him no mind as he hung up his towel on the hooks and began to disrobe. Liam seemed to hesitate a bit though, apparently not quite over his shyness. At least not with other boys.
Stepping out of his flip flops, Peter walked naked across the cool concrete floor to the showers, selecting one on the opposite side from the other boy who was already there. He fiddled with the shower handle for a moment, adjusting the temperature to one that was bearable, and then stepped under the insistent flow.
Seconds later, he was surprised to see Liam step up under the shower head alongside of him. In spite of the other boy being there, Liam had stripped off as well, and had gathered enough courage to join Peter under the showers, for the first time without his swim suit. Though he kept his back toward the other boy, it was indeed a bold move for him. Something his shyness would never have allowed just a few days earlier.
Peter smiled quietly and nodded at Liam acknowledging his effort, and Liam smiled timidly in return and began to bathe, albeit a bit nervously. One small step for Liam, one large step for boykind...
When they'd finished showering they changed into their fresh clothes and headed back toward their cabin. The other boys were all back now, Justin and Jason were lying on their bunks, and Dylon was standing in front of his locker near the back of the cabin.
"Hey guys..." Peter greeted when he came in. "So... How'd things go up at the pool?" Justin sat up with a sly grin giving Peter a thumbs up, and Jason nodded in agreement from his bunk, pumping his fist suggestively a time or two. Apparently a little boyplay may have taken place there, much to the twins liking.
"Hey Dylon." Liam offered, as he walked back past him to his own bunk. Dylon gave nothing but a quiet grunt in response; which seemed odd. Peter stepped up to his own locker, which was alongside Dylon's.
"Hey..." he greeted. Dylon glanced sideways at him with a slight nod, then loudly shut his locker door, and flopped onto his bunk. "What's up with you?" Peter asked, "You alright?"
"I'm fine..." Dylon replied. But his gruff tone said differently. Peter looked across the cabin at the twins, but they both shrugged in confusion. He looked again at Dylon, but decided just to let it go. Maybe he was just tired from the long day. Kayaking, playing on the beach, and messing about up at the creek; yeah, that was probably it.
The cabin was fairly quiet for the next fifteen minutes or so. Peter, Liam, and Dylon all lying on their own bunks relaxing a bit, and the twins were sitting cross-legged on Justin's bunk, facing each other. They were playing the 'slap-hand' game, which was the only sound in the cabin; except for their giggles, and the occasional outburst.
"Ouch..." Justin pouted after getting his hand slapped hard. "That hurt you twit..."
"Well, if you weren't so slow that wouldn't happen dickwad..." 'Slap.' "Ouch..." The boys seemed quite intent on their game, laughing playfully with each slap that connected. At the back of the cabin however, Dylon rolled off the far side of his bunk, and without a word he walked to the front and headed out the door.
The other boy's all exchanged quiet looks when he'd gone. "Did something happen?" Peter asked. But everyone seemed to be unaware of anything being wrong.
"He was just fine up at the creek." Jason offered.
"And when we got back." Justin confirmed. "He seemed good right up till when you guys came back from the showers..." Peter furrowed his eyes in thought for a moment, then decided to go after Dylon and see if he was alright. He headed out the door, quickly followed by the rest of the boys.
They headed toward the cafeteria and quite by chance, Liam noticed Dylon who was just starting to head down the trail that led to the beach. "There he is..." Liam offered, and the boys changed course.
"Dylon..." Peter called out to his friend, but the other boy was well ahead and already running down the trail toward the beach. The other boys followed at a jog, eventually reaching the open area below, where the trail turned to sand. Dylon was there, walking now about a hundred yards or so up the shoreline. The boys hurried after him, finally catching up.
He glanced at them, but said nothing as they walked along quietly for a bit, and finally Peter motioned to the twins and Liam to go on ahead. The three boys quickened their pace without question, distancing themselves from Peter and Dylon. Both boys carried their sneakers as they walked along barefoot through the sand.
"So... You wanna' tell me what's going on?" Peter asked sincerely.
"I told you, I'm fine." Dylon mumbled dryly, not even looking up. They took several steps in silence before Peter tried again.
"Please Dylon, tell me what's bothering you dude?"
"Nothing..." Dylon replied a bit more harshly, glancing sideways at him. He stopped, and they stood quietly. The only sound was the gentle lapping of water, and the other boys well up ahead of them now, chattering away like squirrels in the distance.
It was an awkward silence for a moment, and Peter was surprised when Dylon spoke up suddenly, his tone greatly softened, "So," Dylon began, glancing briefly at Peter, "We had some fun back there in the dunes today, huh?”
"Uh, yeah... That was pretty wild." Peter replied, not quite sure where Dylon was going with the question.
"You even got Liam to get over his shyness, and get naked with us..." They started walking slowly up the beach again. "So.... You and Liam... Are you guys like, a 'thing' now. Dylon queried suddenly. Peter stopped in his tracks, totally taken off guard.
"What?" Peter asked, looking at his friend. "Where did that come from?" Dylon looked at him oddly, and swallowed.
"I kind of saw you guys. I mean, when the twins and I got back from the beach, I was... I was about to come into the cabin and I saw you." He looked away, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. "You... You were both you know, naked, and hugging and stuff. And... And then you kissed him..."
"Is... Is that what you're mad about?" Peter asked. "I mean, it can't bother you that we did something, you know, sexual... It's not weird or anything... I mean we've all done some of that, and... And... Wait..." Peter was thoughtful, then his eyebrows raised in revelation. He looked directly at Dylon. "Are you like... Jealous?" he suggested.
"What... No, fuck no..." Dylon blurted out, his face coloring with embarrassment. He looked away, shaking his head in denial...
"Wait... Is that it? That's it isn't it..." He stepped in front of Dylon and looked squarely at him. Dylon could only look down, tracing his toe awkwardly in the sand. Another long moment of silence followed.
"I guess... Maybe I am jealous." Dylon conceded. "It's just, well... It was just you and me that started this thing, you know. When we, we jerked off together up at the pool. And then when we jerked each other off in the showers like that. But... Well, since then Justin and Jason did stuff with you, and now you and Liam, and... And I... Ah never mind." Dylon turned and started walking back the way they'd come.
Peter stood for a moment deep in thought, then hurried after him until they were walking side by side again. Dylon appeared to wipe a tear away discreetly, not wanting Peter to see it.
"Dude, I'm sorry. Look, I think I get it. But, you know, Liam and I have a different kind of connection. We..."
"Yeah, yeah... I know. You both lost your parents, I get it..." Dylon spouted, stopping Peter in his tracks.
"Well that's kind of big thing, don't you think?!" Peter replied sternly. Dylon stopped walking and looked back at him, regretting what he'd just said.
"Sorry." he said quietly. "Look, its just..." he sighed painfully, looking at the sand again. "It’s just that you guys aren't the only ones who are lonely, you know. You're not the only ones hurting. I'm... I..." he struggled to say something more, then finally managed to whisper; but it was so soft that Peter didn't hear him.
"Huh? I didn't get that." Peter said.
"I said... I said I'm fucking gay alright." Dylon nearly shouted, his face flushed with embarrassment, or anger, or both. "I'm a fucking queer." He looked up, and with tears in his eyes he turned and began to run, a full sprint back down the beach toward the trail.
"Dylon..." Peter yelled after him. "Dylon stop..." he shouted. He ran a ways up the beach in pursuit, but Dylon was well ahead and he continued running, not looking back, not slowing down. Peter followed, then stopped and yelled after him again... A few moments later the other boys caught up to Peter wondering what was going on.
"What was that all about?" Justin asked, winded from their run to catch up. They all watched as Dylon reached the trail, then disappeared as he ran up into the trees toward the main complex.
"What's going on?" Liam asked this time. "Is Dylon okay?"
"Nothings going on." Peter answered. "He's, he's not feeling well, that's all."
"He ran pretty fast for someone not feeling well." Jason observed. The boys walked the rest of the way to the trail, then followed it up to the Retreat.
When they got to the top, they all headed back toward the cabin. To everyone's disappointment, Dylon wasn't there. "Maybe he went to see the nurse." Justin suggested, "If he wasn't feeling well."
"Listen," Peter said, "It's like half an hour before dinner time. I'm gonna go see if that's where he is. Why don't you guys hang out here, or, go take a shower or somethin', and we'll meet you in the lunchroom."
"Well, we could all go with you." Liam suggested helpfully.
"Na... I kinda' want to talk to him. Just me and him. We'll catch up with you guys, ok?" Liam shrugged agreeably. The twins decided to head to the showers, since they hadn't done so after the days adventures; they talked Liam into coming with them even though he'd already been.
Peter took a quick piss, then headed off in search of Dylon. He strolled around the grounds a little first, then checked in at the cafeteria, and on to the main complex and offices. He actually did check the nurse’s station just in case, even though he had made up the part about Dylon not feeling well.
As he was leaving the office area, he noticed the counselor, Connie, coming down the hallway toward him. 'Ah crap...' he thought to himself. 'She'll just want to set up another appointment to talk with me some more.' He began walking quickly toward the door, until she called out to him by name. Crap...
"Peter... Peter." She called again, making sure to get his attention.
"Oh, hi." he answered, turning as if he hadn't noticed her before. She walked up to him and smiled casually.
"How are you Peter?" she asked cordially.
"Uh, I'm cool." he responded casually. Ah, here it comes, he thought...
"You're friends with Dylon aren't you?" she asked, surprising him a little.
"Yeah... Yeah we're in the same cabin and stuff." he answered, almost noncommittally, not knowing what she was on about.
"Well, he missed an appointment with me this morning." She advised him, “And since I haven't seen him around today." There was jus a hint of a question in her tone.
"Oh... Well we were all up the beach messing around all day. You know, Kayaks and stuff like that." he answered the implied question.
"I see." She paused. "Well, you boys know that you can't miss appointments. When you see him, please remind him that he missed his today, will you?" Peter didn't care for her tone, but he nodded that he would, and then turned for the door. He stopped for a moment, then turned back to face her.
"So, Miss Connie, can I ask you something?" Peter requested.
"It's just Connie." she smiled. "And yes, what did you want to ask?" He stood for a second, thinking about how to phrase his question.
"Well, I was just wondering... What you want to talk to Dylon about?"
"Oh..." She shook her head. "Well, that's rather personal, don't you think?" She seemed to scold. "Dylon may have some things he wishes to get off his chest. Just as you do." She replied. Peter disliked her tone though, it sounded a bit patronizing to him. Adults are like that at times with children.
"Yeah, well... I already know what he's dealing with anyway." Peter touted back at her, as if to win a point. Her eyebrows raised a bit questioningly.
"I see... Well, you shouldn't guess about such things Peter. It could lead to the wrong conclusions."
"I'm not guessing about anything. Dylon and me are friends, and he told me!" Connie seemed quite surprised at this comment. She looked at Peter, and seemed to be searching his face.
"And, just what was it he told you?" She asked.
"Well, like you said, that's kind of personal." Peter replied. He felt as though he'd kind of trapped himself in this conversation. The truth was, he didn't really know what her meetings with Dylon were about. But he assumed that Dylon's confession to him must have something to do with it. Connie suddenly softened her approach however.
"Listen," she began, "If Dylon opened himself up to you, then he obviously trusts you. That makes a person rather vulnerable, when they open up and trust someone like that." She put her hand on Peter's shoulder. "I hope Dylon's trust in you was justified?!" She stated quietly. Peter looked at the ground for a moment, absorbing what she'd said.
"It was." He told her softly. "Excuse me..." He turned and headed quickly out the door.
Peter made his way back to the cabin, and looked toward Dylon's bunk when he came in. The other boys were back in the room, but Dylon wasn't there. "Where's Dylon?" Justin asked, "Is he feeling okay?"
"Dunno..." he answered, looking at the others. "Look, guys... Earlier when I said he wasn't feeling well... Well, what I meant was..." he paused. "He's not like sick or anything. He just has a lot of stuff on his mind, that's all."
"Like what?" Liam asked, genuinely curious, and concerned.
"Just... Just stuff. He'll tell you himself." Peter assured them. The other boys glanced at one another wondering what was going on.
They heard the dinner bell ring suddenly, calling to them from the main cafeteria. They looked at one another again. "Well, I don't know about you guys, but I'm starving." Justin said candidly.
"What about Dylon though?" Liam wondered aloud.
"Look, he'll probably turn up at dinner. You know how much that guy eats. Come on, I bet he'll show up at our table." There really wasn't much else they could do. It wasn't like Dylon was missing, missing... He'd just gone off to think things through. The boys finally agreed, and gathered themselves up they headed down to the cafeteria.
They grabbed their usual spot, then worked through the food line, filling their plates with grilled chicken, and all the trappings that go along with it. They even grabbed a tray for Dylon, taking it back to their table. But no Dylon.
The boys started eating, though none of them were really into it, still being concerned about their friend. "I can't believe he'd miss dinner." Justin remarked. "I mean shit he didn't even have lunch today."
"I know," Jason agreed, "The last thing he prob'ly ate was that candy bar when we were Kayaking and stuff this afternoon..."
"Kayaking!" Peter replied, as if a light went off in his head. He'd not thought about looking down there, at the shack. "I bet that's where Dylon went." he said, hopping off his seat.
"Hey, we'll come with you." Liam said, beginning to stand up. But Peter turned back and stopped him.
"No. Look it's okay. I kind of need to talk to him first anyway. I mean, if that's okay with you guys?" he asked, looking at each of the other boys. They exchanged looks, then agreed to let Peter go by himself. "Thanks guys..." Peter smiled. Then he reached out and snagged some of the chicken off of their plates.
"Hey..." Justin complained. Peter just shrugged.
"Look, he's gonna be hungry." Peter explained, as he began wrapping the chicken in several of the heavy napkins. "You guys can grab more from the dinner line, ok?" He started to leave, but turned back for a moment and snagged a pudding cup right off of Justin's plate.
"Hey, what the.." Justin complained indignantly, as Peter raced out the door.
He hurried back to the cabin, and grabbed up a small knap sack from his locker, stuffing the food carefully inside of it, he slung it over one shoulder and bounded out the door. Running down the path, he cut across the fescue lawn between the buildings, and ran toward the trail.
He jogged all the way down to the split in the trail, stopping there for a moment to catch his breath; but he quickly started on his way again, down the switchback trail toward the inlet. He began running again, anxious to see if his guess was correct, and hopefully find Dylon. Still running at the bottom of the trail he stumbled, finally falling forward lightly onto the sand.
Looking up, Peter sucked down several gulps of air, trying again to regain his breath. He slowly got up on one knee, and gazed across at the cabin; then took a quick glance around the inlet. There was no one to be seen. The Kayaks were all pulled up and stationed near the cabin for the evening.
The large, colorful umbrella that had shaded the picnic table was down now, and tucked away near the cabin as well. Peter got to his feet, brushing sand from his knees, and spitting out the few grains that had gotten into his mouth when he fell. Standing, Peter looked toward the cabin, and he reached up with his forearm to wipe away the fine film of sweat that coated his brow. He padded through the soft sand, making his way across to the small cabin.
"Dylon..." he called out, as he stepped up on the small wooden porch. There was no sound from within. He stepped toward the door and tried the handle, but the door seemed to be locked up for the evening as well. "Dylon..." he called out again, against the door.
Silence met him, so Peter moved to one of the windows near the door to peer inside through the darkened window. There were no lights on inside, and Peter wasn't even sure if there was any electricity that ran to the small shack; it was, after all just a boathouse and storage shack anyway.
He cupped his hands on the glass around his eyes, trying to pierce the darkened room. He could just make out the desk and chair, and the cooler where Mr. Anderson kept the bottled water.
He moved across to the other window, trying to get a peek at the other side of the room. When he looked in, he could just see the small worn couch that was positioned there against the wall. And there, curled up and sleeping, was Dylon.
Peter's throat tightened with emotion, and he sighed with relief as he gazed in at his friend. He looked small, and sadly alone lying there in his white tank top, with an old weathered beach towel pulled up over his legs. He was relieved that he'd found Dylon, but he stood there awkwardly for a moment as well.
Finally he rapped on the glass with his knuckles. "Dylon..." he called. "Dylon wake up bro." The boy on the couch opened his eyes, and wearily raised his head, looking through the window with a defeated expression on his face. They looked at each other a moment, before Dylon looked back down at the floor, embarrassed.
"Dude let me in, okay? Please..." The other boy sat up on the small couch, then got up and walked quietly to the cabin door, opening it for Peter. Barefoot, he padded back to the couch and sat again, drawing his legs up to himself and wrapping his arms around them as Peter entered the cabin and closed the door behind him.
"Hey..." Peter said quietly.
"Hey." Dylon returned, staring at his knees. Peter smiled sadly, and crossed over to sit down next to his friend. He slipped the knap sack off his shoulder and set in on the floor, and they sat wordlessly for a minute; both of them searching for the right thing to say.
"I'm sorry." Dylon finally fumbled, as he clutched his bare knees more tightly to himself. "I didn't mean to dump on you like that." Peter sighed and looked at him.
"No, it's okay. I'm the one who's sorry." Peter answered, looking sadly at the vulnerable boy beside him. I was so into my own shit, that I never even thought that you might have something going on with you as well."
"Its just, well... It's so hard to tell someone you're... You're gay." Dylon went on. "I don't have many friends in the first place, and... Well, it seems like every time I tell someone, they act all weird and stuff. And some of them just leave you then, not even wanting to be seen with you."
Peter stared blankly into the room, trying to imagine how scary that must be. He moved his hand then, resting it softly on the other boy's bare thigh. "You won't loose them if they were a real friend." Peter said. Dylon glanced back at him, looking him squarely in the eyes. Peter's expression was soft, non judgmental.
"I guess I thought that... I mean, with what we did up at the pool, and... And then in the showers when we messed around... I guess I was hoping that you were, you know... That you might be gay as well."
Peter thought back to what they'd done. And it surprised him now, at how much he'd actually enjoyed it. He surprised himself even more when he responded. "I guess... I guess I don't really know what I am." he said. "I mean, I think I kinda like girls sometimes, but... But I've thought about boys sometimes too. And the stuff you and I did... Well... If I'm being honest, I... I really liked it."
The boys sat quietly for a moment, each in his own thoughts. "This puberty shit is really confusing." Peter offered finally. "I mean, I don't know if I liked it just because it felt so good, or... Or if that's the way it is for me." Dylon nodded, understanding what he meant.
"I think I just knew." Dylon admitted. "It doesn't just feel good to me. It feels right." Peter smiled softly at him, then suddenly he chuckled.
"I just remembered this movie that I watched with my dad on TV once, with that Bill Murray guy in it. It was called, um, 'Stripes' I think. These two guys were gonna' join the military, and the recruiter dude asked them if they were gay; and they answered; "No, but we're willing to learn." He laughed again as he told this to Dylon, and the other boy grinned back at him, relaxing for the first time.
Peter looked softly at him again, a gentle smile curling his lips. "You're my friend..." He declared, leaning in closely. "And I'm willing to learn..." He leaned in closer and softly kissed Dylon on the corner of his mouth.
Dylon looked at him, surprised. "You... You don't need to do that..." he said.
"Yes I do..." Peter countered. He pressed forward again, kissing the other boy full on the lips. Dylon kissed back this time, and it lingered, becoming a caring embrace. Dylon stretched out his legs on the couch, and Peter settled along side him. He tugged at Dylon's white tank top, gently helping him to pull it off. Dylon acted in kind, stripping Peter's tee shirt up over his head, and dropping it to the dusty cabin floor.
They looked at each other for a long moment, and then embraced, holding each other closely again, their bare chests held snuggly together. "Are you sure?" Dylon whispered. Peter's answer was to lean forward again, and kiss the other boy more deeply. With parted lips the boys engaged in a long, wet, and very meaningful kiss...
They pulled apart again, looking softly at each other for a moment. Dylon's eyes began to well up with emotion. "Lost boys don't cry..." Peter said softly, wiping the tears from his cheek.
"Maybe I'm not so lost anymore." Dylon offered sincerely. They lay snuggled together, holding one another reassuringly. It was nice, and Peter enjoyed the physical contact of the other boy's youthful body against his own. Then, quite unexpectedly there was an odd gurgling rumble that churned between them. Peter pulled back his head to stare at Dylon.
"Sorry..." Dylon grinned, and started to laugh. "I'm just really hungry I guess. And when his stomach grumbled again, both boys burst out into raucous laughter. Peter actually had to sit up, he was laughing too hard.
"Hey..." he suddenly remembered, and he leaned over and snagged up his knap sack from the floor. Zipping open the flap, he reached inside and removed the small bundle of napkins. "I figured you might be starving, soooo...." he said, as he quickly unwrapped it, revealing several large meaty pieces of chicken.
Dylon's eyes flared wide, a smile crossing his thin lips, his mouth all but watering at the prospect of food. He turned his head and looked at Peter suddenly. "You really were thinking about me weren't you!" he remarked, cocking his head thoughtfully. There were three large breast pieces, and smiling, he handed one piece back to him. Then he quickly bit into another, devouring it hungrily.
Peter watched him with a smile, as his friend wolfed down first one, quickly followed the other chicken breast. Peter shook his head amusedly, then handed the third piece back to Dylon. "You need this more than I do..." he chuckled. The other boy smiled sheepishly, shrugged, and without argument he took the last piece of chicken and gratefully finished it.
"Thanks..." Dylon said honestly when he'd finished. "That was (burp) cool for you to have thought to bring food." He leaned forward with greasy lips and gently kissed Peter on the mouth. "Mmm... You taste like chicken." he laughed, nipping playfully at Peter's lip. Both boys giggled then, in the dusky light of the room.
Dylon wiped his mouth with several of the crumpled napkins then, and smacked his lips when he'd finished. He sighed contentedly. "Well... I guess we should probably head back up to the cabins, before we get in trouble." He glanced at Peter again, and placed a hand on his friend's knee. "Seriously, thanks bro." he offered quietly.
"Wait..." Peter grinned, suddenly remembering. "What about dessert. Can't go back before we've had dessert." Peter piped. He reached into his pack again and pulled out the sealed plastic container of pudding. "Ta-dah...." he beamed. Peter grinned.
"Wow, guess you thought of everything..." Dylon chuckled.
"Yup. I did." Peter grinned, handing over the Pudding Cup. Dylon pulled off the foil cover, while his friend stood watching him. For a moment, Peter's mind wandered. Back to the messing around they did up at the pond. How totally excited he'd become, seeing Dylon's nakedness, and then watching him intently as they both masturbated.
He thought again of the showers, and how Dylon had touched him. Fondled his erection, and then, they had even masturbated each other. Shit that had been the greatest feeling ever. He thought about all the messing around naked on the beach with the twins, and the sexual play they'd engaged in. And finally Peter thought about the two amazing exchanges he'd had with Liam. Intimate, almost loving exchanges of sexuality and comfort. He had truly loved each and every one of those moments. And now as he though about them, it seemed like much more than just puberty inspired boyplay...
His attention returned to Dylon who was still sitting on the couch, sticking his tongue down into the pudding cup. Yeah, apparently he'd forgotten to bring one thing at least; a plastic spoon. Dylon smiled back at him, then held the cup out toward him. "Want some?" he asked innocently.
"Yeah..." Peter answered. "I do want some..." With that, he reached down and undid the button of his board shorts, letting them fall off his hips to the ground. He stood there naked now, his soft boy parts hanging loosely there in front of his friend. Dylon's expression was one of unexpected surprise.
"We're not talking about pudding cups anymore, are we..." he stated, and he stood slowly from the couch, leaving the pudding cup on the worn cushion. He stood eye to eye with his friend, smiling almost timidly now. "Are you sure?" Dylon whispered.
Peter reached across slowly and took hold of Dylon's khaki colored shorts, undoing the button and zipper, then slipping them down his friend's legs. They both stood naked now, facing one another in the murky light of the small cabin.
Each smiled timidly, eyes flitting across one another's features. Dylon reached out slowly, cupping his hands on Peter's sides, just above his hips. They stood there, exchanging shy smiles, as if unsure what to do next. Scarcely audible in the distance, was the sound of an old rusty clock, which hung above the cabin door; its muted ticking was the only sound in the room, save for quiet breaths, and strained heartbeats of the two young boys.
They stood this way for a long minute, until finally they moved together, their warm nude bodies pressing against one another. Peter could feel his own flaccid penis rub against the softness of Dylon's warm boytube. He shivered lightly with anticipation, and slowly his boy part began to stiffen and move upward.
Still smiling excitedly at one another, they settled back onto the small couch, with Dylon's body partially on top of Peter's. It was a magnificent moment of intimacy, there in the dusk, nakedness merging, heartbeats fluttering with unknown excitement. Their hips ground naturally together, an instinctive response of evolution; this natural coupling of flesh.
Peter raised his head slightly to meet Dylon's, their opened lips met tenderly. Tongues sought entrance, then came together in a curiously tactile exploration. The boys had both become fully erect down below, a curious entanglement of sparse pubic hairs and warm skin.
Dylon shuddered with delight as Peter's arms wrapped warmly around his boyish torso, holding their soft nakedness together. He had known that he was gay for several years, but young boys seldom have the opportunity to experience the things they know to be true. Idle play, yes sometimes perhaps, but now, for the first time he honestly felt free to be himself...
The boys squirmed and wriggled against one another; the stimulation only heightened their arousal, and the now passionate kisses only intensified their youthful desires. Young, fit naked bodies continued to rub and gnash. It wasn't long before the wetness of precum began to add to the equation, as their swollen bulbs slid through the sticky wetness of it.
A gentle moan rolled from Dylon's throat, as his youthful genitals tingled pleasantly. With purpose he began kissing Peter's neck, instinctively drawn to his lower quarters. Inching his way downward, over Peter's tanned breast, stopping only to suckle for a moment on the small pebble that defined his right nipple. Peter shivered, his back arching inward as he reacted to the erotic sensation. "Oh fuck... That's so awesome" he muttered breathily.
The boys continued to squirm on the couch, flesh still interlaced. "Fuck this feels so good Dylon..."
"Yeah, you'll like this even better then..." Dylon returned, lowering himself again, trailing his tongue downward, then swirling it wetly into the indent of Peter's boylike navel; sucking at the supple skin there. Peter's body tensed again in response.
Still but a playful boy, Dylon suddenly blew air against Peter's firm tummy, making a distinct 'raspberry' sound... Both boys laughed, and Dylon smiled up mischievously at him, then looking back down he lowered his face, hovering just above the other boy's rigid boyhood.
He shivered with anticipation as he gazed closely at the fleshy appendage, bobbing slightly, only inches from his face. He'd never been this close before... He could smell the soft fragrance of boylike musk, he could see the slippery sheen of precum that wetted Peter's sparsely populated pubic mound; and the single threadlike strand of sticky goo that seemed to connect the two.
"Oh fuchhh..." Dylon's voice a mere whisper. He shivered excitedly again, realizing that this was the telling moment, wasn't it... No longer innocent boyplay, no longer the mutually shared masturbation between two curious pups.
With trembling fingers, Dylon reached for Peter's fleshy peg. He touched its warmth with his fingertips, then slipped back the remaining jacket of foreskin, exposing all of the strained purple knob that was hidden beneath. Both boys shivered then, and Peter's right hand settled atop Dylon's shaggy head, his fingers threading through his soft hair.
Dylon closed his eyes in anguished anticipation. He had suffered so long, waiting for this moment... He lowered his head, narrow tongue reaching out expectantly. And there it was. The meat of his tongue touched the inflamed ridge of Peter's swollen glans.... Peter's hips arched upward as if to meet him, as Dylon's taste buds swirled wetly around his moist cap...
The taste of sticky precum delighted his senses, and he settled his lips over the purple, bulbous tip, sucking greedily on it. "Unchhhh..." Peter jolted, these new sensations overwhelmed him, and his fingers curled into a fist of hair atop other boys head. Dylon pulled off slightly, licking savory boy honey from his lips.
Eyes wide, breath coming heavily, he watched yet another sticky droplet roll lazily from the reddened slit of Peter's pickle shaped boyhood. Dylon swooped upon it, like a hawk diving on prey. He licked the pearly droplet, then lifting Peter's wand, he swallowed the meaty morsel, sliding slowly, deliberately down the boy's rigid shaft. "Mmmm... Mmm.." he hummed around it.
Peter arched his hips forward again, eager to be taken into Dylon's craw. His own moans came from deep within his throat, as amazing new feelings raced through his youthful genitals. "Ahhhhhhaaaaaaaah..." A long, slow stream of breath leaked from his lungs.
Dylon shifted position then, on his knees he was able to slip between Peter's legs, and he reached down to lift the other boy's thigh. Peter helped, willingly drawing his knees up, and flaring them out to the sides, fully exposing his boyish nether regions. Dylon was crazed with delight; a kid in a candy store, as he lowered his head between Peter's legs, licking tenderly over his sac and loosely floating testicles. He nuzzled this most intimate of areas, warm breath and soft lips bathing the soft, aromatic skin.
It was total emersion now, he could taste Peter's boyish ball sweat, and he could smell the strangely pleasant musk surrounding the boy's pinkish anal ring... He closed his eyes to savor it, and breathe in all of the sensual candies.
"Ohhhh, oh shit Dylon..." Peter moaned again. "That's soooo fuckin awesome..." Dylon's eyes were alight with pleasure. He had dreamed about these moments. Fantasized about them; and it was so much sweeter than he'd even imagined. He breathed in another deep, primal breath of Peter's boyish bouquet.
"Oh man..." Dylon shuddered, raising his head to look at Peter. "Oh man... This is like, the best dessert ever..." he grinned. Peter giggled as well, then seemed to think of something. Twisting to the side he and reached over the edge of the couch, gabbing up the Pudding Cup from the floor.
He held it up with an impish gleam in his eyes... Dipping his finger into the soft pudding, he swiped a glob of it onto his finger. Grinning broadly now at Dylon, he reached down and smeared some of it on his own penis, and balls. "There... Now that will be the best dessert ever..." he intoned. Dylon grinned wickedly in return, then lowered his head to slurp the tasty pudding from Peters vanilla flavored appendage. "Ohhh man..." Peter grunted again as Dylon tongued him clean.
When he'd finished, he came up smiling. "That was so fucking wicked..." he muttered, and with another greedy smile, he reached out and took the pudding cup from Peter. He stuck his own finger down into it, scooping out an even bigger glob, and smiling at his friend, he lifted Peter's thigh again, smearing a small dab of it on his knob, then playfully licking it clean again.
With a devilish smile, Dylon lowered his finger, slathering the rest of gooey pudding over Peter's soft pinkish boy hole. "Oh fuckkk...." Peter squirmed as the finger, and the ticklish cool feel of it caused his anus to clench tightly.
Dylon giggled boyishly. He'd thought about doing something like this many times, and without hesitation he lowered his face into the thick of it. His tongue darted and licked at the tasty, vanilla flavored boy grommet.
Peter squealed, and twitched with delight at the exotic feelings of Dylon's warm tongue probing, teasing and gently invading his puckered boyhole...
The stimulation was beyond imaginable and Peter's cock twitched several times as his wrinkled grommet was explored. Dylon kissed it gently once again, then looked up softly at Peter. This had been more that he could have imagined. He smiled tenderly at his friend, who looked back at him in kind.
"It's time for your dessert I think..." Dylon offered, grasping the other boy's penis. He wrapped his warm mouth around the tip of Peter's glistening boyhood, and with taut lips, he began working the tumescent horn. Bobbing with purpose up and down its four and a half inch length. Peter ran his fingers through Dylon's hair, stroking it softly, while enjoying this most amazing, first time knob job.
Dylon seemed to be of two minds. The first to bring as much pleasure as he possibly could to his friend Peter. The boy who had allowed him this first real taste of his true sexual identity. And the other for himself, to taste and experience the forbidden fruit of another boy's loins.
He took his time, diligently thrumming, rolling taut lips over Peter's tumescent member, pleasuring and bringing untold delight to his youthful partner; who squirmed and moaned now beneath his ministrations.
Peter was awash in pleasure. His body tingled with more intensity than he'd ever know. His eyes squeezed tightly against the onslaught of pleasure as he neared climax. His thighs twitched, his toes curled with electric tension, resisting that first contraction, trying to hold it off, but... The next instant, with the next spasm he was forced to release. A gusher of boy milk ejaculated from him, filling Dylon's mouth with hot, succulent boy spunk.
He grunted loudly, but couldn't even hear himself as his entire body was seized, and heaving into the other boy. It felt as if he'd blacked out for a moment, because when he opened his eyes, Dylon was lying on top of him, both of their hearts pounding wildly against the other.
And as for Dylon. He had been so stimulated by everything that was happening, so wildly ready, that after he felt the swell of Peter's pulsing tube in his mouth, and he had swallowed multiple pulses of the juicy treat, his own body flushed with excitement.
Peter's empty tube had slipped from his lips, and he thrust himself forward on top of his friend and vigorously pumped his own boy lacquer between them.
The boys lay glued together thusly. Nothing moved in the cabin for the longest of times, but for the second hand on the old rusty clock above the door. Tick... Tick... Tick... They held one another quietly in the sanctity of the moment. A tear welled, and rolled softly across Dylon's cheek; tears of unfathomable release. He'd finally been relieved of the hidden burden that had weighed against his young shoulders for so long. No longer was he ashamed of who, or how he was... And the old clock continued to tick silently.
At length the boys moved, finally sitting up naked, side by side on the couch. They looked at one another, and shared a gentle smile. "That really was the best dessert, ever..." Dylon declared softly, causing both boys to laugh. They stood up from the couch, and cleaned themselves as best they could.
Peter retrieved his crumpled board shorts from the floor, shaking them once to free the dust, and then stepped into them quietly as Dylon watched him. Almost lovingly, watching his best friend. Dylon stepped forward then, looking directly at Peter. "Thanks..." he said meaningfully, then slowly leaned forward and gave him a gentle hug.
When they'd finished dressing, Peter scooped up his day pack and shouldered it. The boys walked out of the cabin, closing the door solidly behind them, before they stepped off the wooden porch into the sand that headed back toward the trail. Dylon had the urge to reach out and take Peter's hand, but he thought better of it; not wanting to seem 'too' gay.
Peter surprised him a moment later, when he reached out and put an arm around his shoulders, holding him closely as the started up the woodsy trail.
Fifteen minutes later they reached the cabin and hurried inside. The other boys looked up, and seeing both Peter and Dylon, they beamed, and hopped off their bunks to hurry over and cheerfully greet their friends. Liam was almost in tears, hugging them, relieved that they were back.
Dylon looked at Liam with an appreciative smile; touched that Liam had actually been that worried about him. The boys all chattered at them for awhile, wondering where they'd been, and if everything was alright. Though Peter and Dylon evaded the more probing questions about why he'd taken off, and why it took them so long to get back.
It didn't take long though for normalcy to settle in. They soon began talking about stuff in general, pushing two bunks together again so that they could all sprawl out as a group while they talked and played another board game.
Justin went to his bunk at one point to grab his pillow so that he prop himself up comfortably. His brother asked him to grab his pillow as well. This was all just fine, until Justin handed it over to his twin, by way of swinging it and smacking his brother in the head with it.
The pillow fight that ensued was epic, going on for nearly fifteen minutes, with all the boys jumping into the fray, and battling each other for supremacy. Eventually of course, they'd worn each other out, and they lay strewn across the bunks, breathless and battle weary.
After a time they all began getting ready for bed. The twins had brushed their teeth, and Justin was just slipping his pajama bottoms on, when his brother dutifully grabbed a handful of his underwear and reefed them upward into a severe wedgie that left him howling and digging his fingers between his butt cheeks trying to pull them back out.
All the boys laughed and giggled at his expense, but Justin turned and fixed them with a playful 'evil' eye. "Sure, laugh now..." he warned, ominously pointing at each of them in turn, "But I'll have my revenge!"
"Eww..." Dylon mocked, "We're all terrified..." And they all laughed again, including Justin. Finally one by one they filtered off to bed and began to settle in for the night. Bedside lamps blinked out and darkness overtook the room, while the boys shifted in their beds, finding comfortable positions to sleep in.
Peter and Dylon lay on their sides in their respective bunks, facing each other as their eyes slowly grew accustomed to the darkness of the room. Able to see now, the boys looked at one another quietly, and smiled softly.
"G-night..." Peter whispered.
"Yeah, g-night." Dylon answered, smiling. He stretched out his arm between the two bunks. Peter did the same, and they touched knuckles, holding them together there for several seconds. Soft breathing soon filled the cabin, and it didn't take long for any of the boys to drift off to sleep
Peter was probably the last one to slip away into his own never-never land. After one last look over at the boy in the next bunk. He smiled to himself in the darkness. "Yup, Best dessert ever..." he mumbled softly, closing his eyes as sleep took him...
~~End of Chapter Six~~
Important Authors note: ** Recently, I found myself on YouTube, watching several dozen videos, all posted by young boys, aged 11 thru 14. The videos shared a common theme. All were made by the boys, telling their own 'Coming Out' story. A few were a bit silly, but... Many of the videos made me cry. Young, vulnerable boys, who showed the strength and fortitude to do the unthinkable at that age. To come out to the world.
With many, you could see it on their faces, hear it in their voices. The fear, the pain, and the shame they had been living with. Some laughed awkwardly, some became emotional. But all were bullied, ignored, some even disowned by their parents. To hear a twelve year old boy talk about attempting suicide; talk about the hopelessness they felt. Oh my god... I literally wept for some of them, wanting to just reach out and hug them, offer them the support and understanding they needed.
What is inexcusable to me, is the ignorance of those who would bully, belittle, or abuse another human being. These are children. Young people who haven't lived long enough to know that things can and will get better. Children, who suffer the slings and arrows of other peoples narrow mindedness. These boys, displaying more courage than any grown man. Their courage should be applauded. If you'd like to see it for yourself, feel free to email me, and I can link you to some of those vids.
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Hope you are enjoying this coming of age tale. It is a Boy's duty, to explore, experiment, and enjoy with curious wonder, this precious time of adolescent change. Where every experience is new, and nothing is off the table. Enjoy it boys, before adulthood steals you away....
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I really appreciate your reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into it as well... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, and it should always remain so...