Peter and the Pirates
Chapter 07
* 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;
**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 lights 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. They 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 may have been the last one to slip away to his own never-never land. After one last look over to the next bunk. He smiled to himself in the darkness, remembering the boyplay he and Dylon had shared with, of all things, a pudding cup. "Yup... Best dessert ever..." he mumbled softly, as sleep took him...**
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Liam and the twins, Justin and Jason, had gone down to the beach without the others this morning. Both Peter and Dylon had been scheduled for a morning appointment with the camp counselor, Connie. Oddly enough, she had scheduled the boys at the same time, ten thirty that morning.
Rather than waiting around for the other two, which of course was 'boring', the other boys had decided to head out early, and the others could catch up with them later on. It was going to be another fine summer day with temps in the low eighty's, and it would have been a shame to waste any of it.
Once they reached the beach, the boys had instantly shed their shirts and shoes. I mean why not, isn't that the best way to be a boy... They walked in the shallow knee deep surf, throwing rocks as they worked their way down the beach.
"So, what do you guys wanna' do while we wait for the others?" Justin asked, tossing a larger rock in the water near his brother, attempting to splash him.
"You dork." Jason replied with a laugh. He quickly reached down into the water and found a stone of his own and used it to splash his brother.
"Well," Liam offered, "You guys could take me up the creek to the pool in the woods. I'm still the only one who hasn't been up there yet." He was referring to the natural creek fed pool, a short hike up into the woods. It was the area that Peter had appropriately named, 'Neverland'. It was the place where all the other boys had first skinny dipped, and were able to play around.
"Yeah, we should do that? Jason agreed. "It's fun up there."
"Cool by me." Justin nodded. "Let's go mess around up there then." With that, he splashed another big rock into the water near his brother, soaking the back of his shorts starting a spirited chase up the beach by the three younger boys.
At the same time, back at the cabins, Peter and Dylon were already walking toward the main building. The day before, Dylon had missed an appointment with the Counselor, who in turn had spoken to Peter about it; and now she wanted to talk with both of them.
They scuttled into the main office and sat in the waiting area for awhile, waiting for her to come out and get them. When she finally did, she wanted to speak with Dylon for a few minutes first, asking Peter to wait.
"Good morning Dylon." She greeted him as he took a seat in front of her desk.
"Hey." Dylon returned quietly, looking a bit worried. She smiled to relax him.
"You're not in trouble, if that's what you're thinking." She laughed, seeing the expression on his face. "This Retreat is about you guys. I'm here to be of help, you know, with whatever issues you may be having. Dylon nodded, relaxing slightly.
"Sorry I missed my appointment yesterday. I just got to doing stuff, and kinda' forgot."
"Well I appreciate that, those things can happen. I just don't want you missing it on purpose, because you don't want to talk about things. Your mom just thinks that you need to speak with someone about your, situation."
"My dad's the one who needs to talk to someone." Dylon responded defensively. "I know my, 'situation', as you call it. He's the one that has the problem." Dylon shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. "It's other people who have a problem."
"You may be right." she said. "Many times, a father in particular, has a difficult time with it, when their child comes out and tells them that they're gay. Dylon winced at this. He hated that expression, 'comes out.' Why should it even be an issue? You are the way you are. He didn't understand why people had to make it more than it was. He started to feel uncomfortable again.
"Well... I know things may seem difficult at home right now Dylon, but your father loves you very much. Give him some time to get used to the idea, he'll come around."
"Get used to it? Why? I'm his son. Why should he have to get used to me..? Why should he see me any differently than he always has... Why? I'm the same person I've always been..." Connie nodded quietly.
"Dylon, it's harder for some people to understand. He's just scared for you, that's all."
"That's bull... He's scared for himself. About how he'll look in front of his friends. About what people will think... About him." Dylon folded his arms defiantly on his chest. He could feel the stinging in his eyes now, as they sat quietly for a moment.
"Let me ask you about something else." She changed tack. "Did you share this with your friend Peter?" Dylon looked at her and seemed to relax a bit since they weren't talking about his father anymore.
"Yeah... I told him about it." He answered, nodding softly.
"That took a lot of courage, I'm sure. He's the first person you've really trusted enough to share with, isn't he?" She asked. Dylon shrugged, but nodded. "And? How did that go, when you told him?" She queried. Dylon smiled slightly, thinking about the cabin... Then he thought about how terrified he was, when he first blurted it out.
"I was so scared." he muttered finally. "I... I ran off right after I told him. I didn't even wait around to see how he reacted. I was so afraid of what he'd think about me, afraid that it would ruin everything..." He wiped away the wetness, which had started to well-up in his eyes.
"And? How did he react?" She prodded. Dylon managed a half smile.
"He was... He was really cool about it. I mean, I've known him less than a week, but... But he was understanding. He made me feel like it's ok to be who I am. He's been a real friend and... I'm glad I found someone my age that I can talk to..."
Connie smiled and got up from her desk. She crossed to the door and stepping out in the hallway, she asked Peter if he would come in then and join them. Peter got up wearily, and followed her into her office. He sat next to his friend, looking at him to see if things were alright.
"How are you Peter?" Connie asked.
"I'm ok, I guess." He replied. He glanced suspiciously at Dylon again. Connie smiled slightly and shook her head.
"Why do boys always think they are in trouble?" She asked rhetorically.
"Cause we usually are." Peter floated back, only half jokingly.
"Well, you're not." She chuckled again. "Look boys, since Dylon missed his appointment yesterday, and since I talked with you about it Peter, I just wanted to be sure that you were both okay with everything."
"Yeah... Yeah we're cool." Peter replied, and Dylon nodded his agreement. Connie leaned forward with a gentle smile at both of them.
"Well, that's good to hear. Peter, I was also pleased to hear that Dylon was able to confide in you. It's good to know he has a friend that he can count on. It was surely hard for him to share with you like that. I think it says a lot about your character Peter, to be a friend when someone needed it. Peter just shrugged, but Dylon looked at him nodding.
"So... Is there any thing else you'd like to talk about?" Connie asked, turning to look at Peter. "Maybe there's an opportunity here Peter. Either here in this office, or, in private if you'd prefer. Perhaps it would do some good if you were able to talk about your parents, with your friend. I'm sure it would be cathartic to do so."
"I'm not sure what cath, cathardic means, but... I'm fine. I already told you." Peter said.
"It's cathartic. And it means it might be beneficial, even healing to talk with your friend about your feelings." Peter only shook his head.
"I get it alright... You want me to about it. But you do that when you want to, not when someone tells you to..." And that was all Peter had to say about it.
Connie spoke with the boys for another ten minutes or so, finally telling them that they could go and enjoy the rest of the day. Then of course she threw in the almost expected, "I'm here if you need to talk..." Yeah, yeah, old news...
Getting up quickly, the boys left the office and headed quickly back to their cabin. None of the other boys were around of course, having already gone exploring on the beach. Peter changed from a tee shirt into a tank top, then headed into the bathroom to relieve himself, while Dylon stood in the doorway waiting for him.
"I know that counselor lady is kind of a tool," Dylon said, "But she was right about you being a good friend. Thanks man..."
"No big deal bro." Peter replied casually, smiling back at him.
"Yeah... Yeah it really is." Dylon stated, looking extremely somber, and sincere. "I mean... Back home, when my dad dished on me, and my so called friends dumped on me when I told them... Things were pretty rough for awhile. I mean, I even thought about... About... You know, about killing myself." He said the last part so softly that Peter barely heard him; and he was shocked.
"Don't ever say that..." Peter yelled suddenly, grabbing his shoulders angrily. "Don't ever say or think anything like that again." Dylon's eyes widened, surprised at his friends reaction.
"I didn't try to do it... I just... I just thought things would be better off." Dylon expressed.
"I don't give a shit god dammit... Don't you ever think that again. Being dead never helped anything, or anybody... My parents are dead, and... And it's permanent. It doesn't make the pain go away, it just passes it on to someone else..." Peter’s eyes welled up, and he lunged forward, throwing his arms around the other boy.
Dylon was taken aback, but he put his arms around Peter and hugged him tightly, holding him there, with both boys in tears. "I'm sorry..." Dylon breathed after a time. "I'm so sorry about your parents."
The boys pulled apart a moment later, and looked quietly at one another, before Dylon leaned forward and gave his friend a gentle, comforting kiss; which Peter was grateful for, and he returned it in kind.
"Feel better?" Dylon asked. "Was she right?" Peter looked back at him questioningly.
"Huh..? Was she right about what?"
"You know, was that, um, catardick?" Dylon questioned.
"Cathartic, you dork..." Peter grinned. "Yeah, I guess it was at that. Thanks Dylon."
"You can thank me later, with another Pudding Cup." Dylon grinned slyly. Pudding Cup would forever be their private little code for boyplay.
"So, I wonder where the other guys got off to?" Peter questioned, wiping the last of his tears from his eyes. Dylon noticed then, a quickly penned note, laying on his pillow.
"Hmm," he read it to himself, then chuckled, handing it to Peter. The note read: 'Hey losers... We don't have all day to wait for you. Going to the beach, bitches...'
"Oh those little rat shits..." Peter laughed, reading the note. "Let's go find those little turds..."
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Back up the beach, the three afore mentioned 'little turds' were hiking up the creek in the woods toward the hidden pool. The boys climbed over the outcropping of rocks and stood atop the giant boulders, sweating from the climb. Liam stood for the first time and looked back over the small canyon to the shoreline off below them.
"Whoa... This is pretty cool up here." Liam beamed, looking around. He'd not been up here before. Flowing water drained noisily down from the rocks, becoming the creek which ran all the way down to the beach. Behind them was the fairly large, four foot deep pool where the water had welled up and collected.
It looked to be about twenty yards across, and the water was trapped by the large, moss covered boulders running along the bottom edge. Above the pool was a large stone face, with trees sprouting out from above. "Cool..." Liam extolled as he gazed up at the rock face, where water flowed, forming a four foot waterfall.
"I like this place... So are we gonna swim or what?" he asked, turning around to find his question already answered. The twins had already kicked off their shoes and shed their shorts, and they were standing there, buck naked, with their hands on their hips, looking at him.
"We're waiting on you dude." Jason said, with a huge grin on his face. The twins ran and jumped with huge splashes into the refreshing water of the mountain pool. The water wasn't warm, but it felt awesome in the heat of the summer day. Liam smiled, hesitant for a moment, the residual from his previous feelings of shyness. He had still only been naked once in front of them; but he shrugged then, and peeled off his board shorts and dove into the pool.
Almost at once their laughter could be heard rolling through the canyon, as the boys began splashing around, dunking, and climbing over each other, cavorting like naked wood nymphs. The pool was just deep enough at the upper edge that the boys could leap off the rocks where the small waterfall flowed into it.
Jason climbed boldly onto Liam's back attempting to dunk him, but Liam stood firm, and playfully bucked him off. The boys wrestled and battled wildly for a good long while; Liam having the time of his life as they slithered over one another with youthful exuberance.
And then another first for young Liam. Justin went under water, and as he swam past Liam, he reached up and gave a more than playful squeeze to the other boy's soft penis. The boy was rather shocked at first, I mean come on, who wouldn't be. He'd only been touched by one other boy, and that was Peter, the other night in their cabin; it had been his first ever sexual experience.
It surprised him somehow that another boy was touching him there, as if it were a common thing to do. Justin popped up in front of him with an impish smile on his face as he looked searchingly at Liam. And with that, the game was on.
Soon the three boys were happily targeting each other's boy parts. Touching, feeling and playfully fondling each other with each underwater swim by. They all feigned outrage each time they were groped, but of course they enjoyed every moment of it.
"Dude... Somebody's got wood." Jason grinned, when he surfaced still loosely clutching a handful of Liam's stiffening boyhood.
"Yeah, well it felt like somebody may have taken a lick or two when they swam under me." Liam accused with an embarrassed smirk. "Um, not that I'm complaining really..." The boys all laughed, and after some further wrestling around in the water, Liam swam across to the small muddy beach-like area along one side.
He pulled himself out, and lay face down to warm himself on the warm moss covered slab of rock.
Justin and Jason quickly crawled up and sprawled themselves out on either side of Liam. The water was a bit chilly after all, and a little warm up on the sunbathed patch of stone was more than welcome. The three boys lay there, basking quietly in the warm sun. Jason lying on his back, with his hands folded under his head for comfort, and Justin laying on his stomach in much the same manner.
Liam opened his eyes at one point, and he couldn't help but look at Jason, who was lying there right in front of him. With all the boyish touching and horsing around they'd done, his curiosity had been aroused; and his gaze strayed loosely over the other boy, carefully studying Jason's nakedness.
Beneath him, Liam could feel his own youthful boytool becoming aroused, and he had to lift his hips, allowing his stiff prong to flip upward into a more natural position. Lying just behind him though, Justin had noticed his movement, and easily figured out the reason behind it.
"Ahh... Somebody's got wood again..." Justin teased playfully, and Jason quickly opened his eyes, raising his head to see what Justin was talking about.
"No I don't..." Liam chimed out defensively, his face turning red.
"Yeah ya do." Justin insisted, teasingly. "I saw it..." He rolled onto his side and reached out a poke Liam, playfully teasing him. On the other side, Jason started laughing then, when he noticed that his brother was also sporting a boylike erection.
"What about you cockwood..." Jason laughed, pointing at his brother's swollen peg. Justin looked down at himself, only slightly surprised. He reached down and grabbed his three and a half inch stick, giving it a playful little shake.
Liam meanwhile still had an embarrassed look on his face. His one big fear with being naked in front of others, had always been that he might pop a boner. It was happening to him now. Peter had been the only other person to ever have seen him that way; and that was in an awkward but tender moment between them.
"Awe come on Liam," Justin touted, "It's alright. I got one, see... And yours is bigger than mine for sure." He wiggled his stick again, wanting to show Liam that it was all just harmless fun, and that all boys go through the same thing.
Liam looked over at him, glancing down shyly, but curiously at his stiffy. "I... I know. It's just hard for me, that's all."
"It's hard all right." Justin giggled. Liam hesitated moment, but he got the joke, and began giggling along with the other two boys. Jason swiveled around then, sitting up as well, and began examining his own growing pickle.
"Dylon and Peter still have their foreskin." he remarked suddenly, giving his own loose penis skin a gentle tug, wondering what it would look like on him. Liam looked over at him, and noticed that Jason was boning up now as well. He sighed resignedly to himself, and finally decided that if the twins could handle it, then so could he.
Taking a breath, Liam rolled over, finally exposing himself and his turgid tool to the other boys. The twins looked at his upright prong, and smiled reassuringly. "Nice..." Jason told him.
"Yeah, yours looks good." Justin agreed, scooting himself closer. "You got more hairs than we do." he noted, reaching out a fingertip and rubbing Liam's curlies. Jason scooted in close as well, and the three boys took to comparing themselves to each other; though the twins were a matched set.
"Do you cum yet?" Justin asked boldly, as he fondled himself.
"Ye... Yeah." Liam replied, somewhat surprised at how casual the other boys were, talking about this kind of thing. "Do... Do you?"
"Almost..." Justin replied proudly. "I get like a drop or two lately when I orgasm. Jason even managed a half assed little squirt the other day." he giggled, poking fun at his brother.
"Hey..." Jason retorted, "My half assed little squirt is better than your baby drool..." The brothers made faces at each other, playfully teasing one another.
Liam could only laugh at their silly antics as he glanced back and forth between them. It was so weird, seeing two identical boys naked like this. Their bodies were an exact match, and even their half dozen pubes seemed to be sprouting in the same places.
"Wanna jack off together." Justin asked suddenly. Liam blushed again, in spite of himself. So many new experiences lately, and before he could even answer, the twins had scooted even closer to him, till they were sitting literally hip to hip.
Justin lay back on the mossy rock face, already starting to play with himself, so Liam watched him intently for a moment. 'This is so bizarre.' he thought to himself, but feeling very excited by all this crazy naughtiness, he lay back, and still watching the other boy, he began fisting his own erect sausage.
Jason lay back then as well, propping himself up on an elbow to watch Liam do his thing. "Is that the way you always do it?" Jason asked, watching Liam's fist pump up and down.
"Huh... Yeah, I guess..." Liam said, suddenly wondering if he was doing it wrong.
"Try this." Jason suggested, and reaching over he bumped Liam's hand away, then grabbed his penis between three fingers and his thumb, and began stroking him.
"I like to do it like this." Jason said. "It just feels better, ‘cause you got more control." Liam closed his eyes as the other boy continued to jack him. He had to admit, if felt really good this way, since the individual fingertips could move in more directions, and you could literally stimulate and fondle yourself while jacking off.
"Mmm, that feels really good..." he sighed, allowing Jason to continue. Quite suddenly he felt wetness on his dickhead, and he opened his eyes to see that Jason had spit on the fingers of his other hand, and was using it to lube Liam's swollen knob. "Oh man..." Liam trembled, grunting as his penis twitched pleasurably.
"Do mine..." Jason requested. Liam looked at him curiously, then willingly reached across the other boys arm and scooped up the boy's slender tuber. He held it between his fingers and thumb and began jacking him.
It was totally wild. Jacking someone else, while being jacked at the same time. It was a different kind of stimulation than doing your own, and it felt really, really nice. "That's good." Jason squeaked alongside him, "Keep going dude..."
Both boys kept at it. Liam torn between closing his eyes and enjoying the feelings, and keeping them wide open, excited by the eroticism of actually watching it play out. He licked dry lips and closed his eyes for a moment...
Moments later, like before, he felt a sudden wetness on his knob, and he assumed that Jason had spit on his fingers again, and was rubbing it on his knob to add some lube. But... But it suddenly felt very different. His eyes snapped open. Astonished, he looked down at Justin, who had leaned over and was eagerly licking his bloated cherry.
"Oh fuck Justin.... What the..." He was totally taken aback. This was almost too much... A boy was licking on his penis, and... And it felt fucking wonderful. "Oh god..." he moaned again. This was the most bizarre thing ever. One boy was busily jacking him off, while his twin brother was literally licking and sucking on the tip of his dong. "Oh fuck... Ahhhhh, ahhhh that feels so... So good..."
The pleasure was so intense that he had inadvertently stopped jerking on Jason's boyhood, and Jason quickly reminded him, by grabbing his hand and getting the motion started again...
It was the craziest of things... What had happened to the shy twelve year old? A few days ago, masturbating himself in private was the only thing he'd ever done. Let alone ever thought about doing. In the matter of a few days he'd gone from letting someone see him naked for the first time, to lying outside in the buff getting a knob job from a boy, while being jacked off by his brother. And the thing was... He was absolutely loving it, it was amazing.
Liam began to moan with pleasure as the twins worked him over. His body was flush with excitement; churning and burning in all the right places. His hips squirmed as his legs twitched erratically. He had certainly leaked several drops of precum, but they never saw the light of day, as Justin was still covering his knob orally, and he took in every drop, savoring the sweetness of the premature boy nectar.
"Oh god guys...." Liam strained. "I can't hold it... I can't h..." Fire burned in his loins. His thighs seized with the tension of eminent release. "Ohhhhhh fuuuuu...." a guttural ghostlike moan filtered into the air.
The twins both felt it. Liam's boyhood swelled suddenly, his loosely hanging balls were loose no more. Liam's hips strained upward as an intense pulse of boy spunk gushed from him...
Justin took the first steaming pulse directly in his mouth, pulling away quickly to watch excitedly as the second stream erupted into the air. "Ohhhaaaaaaahhhhhhh..." Liam groaned, his voice a low growl as a third squirt propelled a still surprising amount of boy goo skyward.
Jason and Justin's eyes were wide with excitement throughout, even as the last dribbling pulses pumped and oozed from Liam's reddened slit. The twins looked at each other with thrilled expressions, and feeling compelled, it was Jason this time, who leaned over and sucked on Liam's sloppy knob. His brother had taken the first full load, and there was no way he was going to miss out on tasting Liam's sweet boy honey...
Liam jerked at the contact, and had to push him away; his bulb was too sensitive to endure any more physical contact. The boy lay there, panting and moaning quietly to himself feeling totally, and literally blown away… Jason meanwhile was now so excited that he immediately began pumping on himself again; watching Liam cum had been such an erotic sight.
With some of Liam’s spunk still clinging to his fingers, he smeared it over his own mushroom cap to further get himself into a frenzy of excitement. The other boys watched as Jason’s strokes became more vigorous. His body suddenly seemed to tense, hunching forward, muscles locked. And then the payoff, as a clearish jet of immature boyseed spat into the open space between his legs...
Jason’s eyes were wide with surprise, watching the quantity he’d just produced, just as another contraction expelled the last few drops from his youthful sausage. Feeling weak and somewhat drained he slumped backwards in a daze, still clutching his boyhood.
Lying only feet away, an overly stimulated Justin turned his head upward, and with closed eyes as he began a renewed pounding of his own boylike pud. Results were quick. And though he managed only a tiny dribble of pearlescent spunk, it was no less rewarding of pleasure. His contented moans were testament of that.
Totally satisfied, the three boys continued to lay back on the carpet of moss that blanketed this section of rock. It was a reassuring nest beneath them, while the sun kissed their naked flesh from above. One by one each of the boys seemed to doze off for a short, but much needed recovery.
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Peter and Dylon meanwhile, were heading down to the beach, in search of their three companions. They were walking down the trail from the main complex when the boys ran into Mr. Anderson (Andy). He was the instructor from the Kayak Shack, who had taught the boys all about kayaking the previous day.
Andy was coming up the trail from the beach looking somewhat disgruntled, but he stopped to chat with the boys. “Morning boys.” He greeted.
“Hey Mr. Anderson.” They said in tandem, as Peter waved at him.
“Where you youngsters off to this morning?”
“Ah, we’re gonna meet up with the other guys on the beach somewhere.” Dylon told him. “We might come back this afternoon for some kayaking though.”
“That should be fine. I’m down a few Kayaks though boys. Somebody managed to steal several of them, late last night or early this morning.” Mr. Anderson told them with a touch of anger in his voice.
“That totally sucks!” Dylon replied.
“No doubt.” Peter agreed with a scowl.
Andy nodded in perturbed agreement, then excused himself, saying he was heading up to the office to report the missing boats, and fill out a report. The boys said their goodbyes and continued down the trail till they reached the bottom.
In no particular hurry, they talked casually together as they walked barefoot up the beach, their tee shirts off, and slung carelessly over their shoulders. They had become close, and each felt quite comfortable with the other, what with the things they’d shared the last few days.
Dylon had come out to Peter. They had then shared an intimate encounter; an emotional bonding which proved to be been more than just sexual. And this morning in the counselor’s office the bond had deepened. Dylon glanced at Peter several times as they walked.
“So… It must be really hard, not having you parents around.” Dylon ventured. Peter glanced at him and could see the sincere look in Dylon’s eyes; he looked back at the sand for a moment as they walked.
“Yeah.” He replied thoughtfully. “It’s pretty tough sometimes. I feel… Empty sometimes, you know. I can’t really explain it, but, it’s just…”
“Like everyone else has gone on with their lives, without you.” Dylon finished. Peter stopped walking and looked at his friend.
“Yeah. Yeah it’s exactly like that.” He agreed. “I guess you know the feeling too, huh?” Dylon nodded back at him.
“When I told my parents I was gay… It seemed like they disappeared.” Dylon spoke softly. “My mom just went into the kitchen to make dinner. My dad had this blank look on his face. A faraway look, like he hadn’t heard me. Then he wouldn’t even talk about it. They just went on around me like… Like it never happened. It’s been over a month since I told them, and… My dad barely talks to me anymore. My mom acts like it’s something I’ll grow out of or something. I think that’s why they wanted me to come here to this retreat. A little break. And when I come back, I’ll be like, all better… Like I’ll come to my senses and won’t be gay anymore. It’s so fucking stupid...”
“Sorry.” Peter said sincerely. He put his arm reassuringly around Dylon’s shoulders as they walked. “It sucks when you really need somebody, and they aren’t there.” Dylon nodded sadly to himself. Their situations were quite different, and yet, in many ways exactly the same.
“Anyway, I’m here.” Peter offered. They looked at one another again and smiled.
“Cool…” Dylon answered. The boys continued to walk along quietly, strolling up the beach until at length they reached the creek that flowed steadily down from above.
“Wonder if the little butt nuggets went up to the pool already?” Peter wondered aloud. Dylon pointed to a familiar red tank top, lying in the sand near one of the driftwood logs at the foot of the creek.
“That looks like Jason’s shirt. They were here all right. They either went up to the pool, or down the beach to fool around in the dunes again. Take your pick.”
“Let’s try up the beach first.” Peter suggested, and the boys continued onward toward the dunes. The late morning sun felt good on their bare skin, and it didn’t take long for them to reach the distant swells of sand.
At first they saw no one, the rolling dunes though small, were misleading at times, and the tall weed grasses that grew there and rustled noisily in the breeze could mask smaller sounds. Topping the first of the sandy rises, they could hear the faint sounds of voices.
“That’s them.” Dylon whispered. “Let’s sneak up ‘em, want to?”
“Yeah!” Peter answered with a grin. “Good idea. Come on.” The boys crouched low, keeping to the depressions as they moved forward. When they got close, the boys peeked up over the top of a dune, peering through the eel grass. What they saw was a huge surprise.
They were looking at three other teenage boys, who appeared to be about fifteen years old or so. They were sitting in the sand, talking and laughing. Resting next to them were three colorful Kayaks; clearly the ones stolen from the resort. The boys quickly ducked back down, looking at each other with surprised expressions…
“Shit...” Peter whispered, “Those guys are the ones who stole the kayaks…”
“What should we do?” Dylon asked. “Head back to the resort and find Mr. Anderson?”
“Nu-uh. Those guys might be long gone by the time we got there. We have to do something right now.”
“Dude, are you kidding? There’s three of those pricks, and they’re all bigger than we are. We’ll get our asses kicked for sure.” Dylon exclaimed. Peter peeked up over the top of the dune again, as if estimating their chances. The teens were all wearing shorts with no shirts, though two of them had their tee shirts pulled up over his heads, wearing them like a bandana.
The visage made Peter think of one of the pictures from his book. The three boys looked a bit like- “Pirates…” Peter whispered. “They don’t look so tough to me. If our other guys were here, we could take them.” He thought about it for a moment. “I have an idea…” He smiled and slunk back down below the dune, then began whispering his plan to Dylon.
“I hope this works.” Dylon breathed, after hearing him out. He turned then, and crawled back the way they had come. When they reached the edge of the dunes, he stood up and began running back up the beach.
In the meantime Peter worked himself into a better position. He crept around to his left, sneaking across several of the low, sandy hillocks. He waited there, and watched the three teens for a few minutes, listening to them talk boldly about stealing the Kayaks early this morning. They had broken into the little shack first, then decided on ripping off three of the newest boats.
They’d paddled them up the shoreline, but when they had seen a bunch of other people further ahead, they decided to drag the Kayaks up into the dunes and hide them for a while. Judging by their conversation however, it sounded to Peter like the punks (pirates) were about to head out again.
Peter knew that if he didn’t act now, the teens would take the boats out and surely get away with them. He moved again amongst the dunes, positioning himself so that he had a good head start on the teens. Taking a deep breath, he stood up atop the dune and started yelling at the teens.
“Hey you fucking dickheads… I know you stole those kayaks, and I’m turning you in.” The three teens scrambled quickly to their feet and stood staring at Peter for a moment. They looked around, then seemed to realize that he was just a kid, and he appeared to be alone. The element of surprise was gone now, and Peter was on his own.
“Get that little prick…” One of the teens shouted, and the three older boys started running toward him. Peter turned and bolted up the beach as fast as he could. He’d always been pretty quick, and he hoped he had enough of a lead that he could outrun the teens and draw them down the beach toward the creek.
They chased after him yelling profanities, and promising how they were going to kick his ass, and ‘fuck him up’ when they caught him. If nothing else, this pushed Peter to run even harder. This hadn’t exactly been his plan, but there was no turning back now; and looking back over his shoulder, he could see that the teens were slowly gaining ground on him.
Peter ran for all he was worth, though his lungs were starting to burn, and his thighs began to feel heavy. He could see the creek just up ahead and he veered desperately toward it, with the teens hot on his heels. Hopping over one of the driftwood logs, Peter splashed into the creek and jumped up onto the rocks along its edge.
“Quit running you little prick.” One of the teens shouted at him. They paused at the edge of the sand, watching as Peter started up into the woods.
“We’ve got him now.” Another of the teens huffed, straining to catch his breath. They started off in pursuit again. Hopping over the log, one of the teens snagged his foot and fell headlong into water. Soaked, scratched, and pissed off, he began swearing as he scrambled to his feet.
Peter started climbing steadily, scurrying over the logs that lay like balance beams across the creek. He glanced back once again, and even though he was totally winded, with weary legs, he knew now that he could reach the pool before they caught up with him. He could only hope that his little plan was going to work.
Finally Peter reached the outcropping of rock, and he scrambled up over the lip that formed the bottom rim of the hidden pool. The three chasing teens were only about twenty yards behind him at this point, and Peter ran directly into the crystal clear pool, wading in until he stood waist deep in the cool water. He looked around quickly, and suddenly smiled knowingly to himself.
Two of the teens had just climbed up onto the ledge, and they stood now, stooped over with their hands on their knees, sucking air, and trying to catch their breaths after the long chase. They glared at Peter, but smiled cruelly when they realized that they had him trapped now in the pool.
A moment later the third teen, the chubbier one who had fallen into the creek, finally crawled up to join his companions. Breathing heavily, he glared at Peter. “Ok you little shit, you’re fucked now.” He panted confidently, adjusting the rolled up tee shirt that he still wore over his head like a bandana. To his surprise, Peter only smiled back at him.
“Get your ass outta’ the water.” One of the other teens demanded.
“Pirates shouldn’t be in Neverland…” Peter remarked calmly. The three teens exchanged confused looks.
“This kid’s messed up in the head.” One of them said. “What are we gonna’ do with him anyway?” It seems the three teens hadn’t really thought this through when they’d started chasing him.
“I think we’ll just beat the holy living shit out of him, to make sure he doesn’t squeal us out.” The chubby bandana kid threatened, clearly trying to scare Peter. “Now get out of the water dickhead…” Peter only smiled at him, then sunk down under water for a moment. When he surfaced again, he was holding a handful of mud from the bottom of the pool. He began rubbing it onto his face, a bit like war paint; then rubbed it across his bare chest and arms.
The three teens exchanged odd looks. “I’m telling you, this kid’s fuckin mental.” One of them said.
“Yeah, well it’s time to teach the little prick a lesson.” Bandana teen said, as he started to step into the pool. Suddenly there was motion above and off to his right. He stopped walking and glanced upward. Above the small waterfall that filled the pool, stood another boy. A naked boy, who was nearly covered from head to toe with the gray brown mud. He stood there defiantly with a long hefty stick in his hand, as he smiled down at the three teens.
“What the fuck…” One of the punks muttered; and at that very moment off to the left of the pool, another naked boy suddenly appeared. He was likewise covered in mud, and holding a large bat-like staff in his hand. And then, as if on cue, stood another boy to the right. Stark naked as well, painted with zig zag lines of the same ghoulishly grayish mud, and smiling oddly.
The three teens exchanged nervous looks now, and moved slowly together as the chubby bandana teen backed away from the water. The older boys took several strides backwards, looking around suspiciously at the naked, mud painted boys who seemed to be all around them now. Unsettled, the teens almost seemed to be calculating their odds, when still another bare assed boy stepped into the clearing.
“Hi there…” Dylon grinned at them through the thick mud that was smeared on his face.
“Well then… It seems things have changed.” Peter called out from the pool; and when they turned to look back at him, he too had peeled off his shorts, and his body was likewise streaked with mud. “I told you… Pirates shouldn’t be in Neverland.” He chided. “What do you think Lost Boys?”
Peter’s tribe of defiant lads all grinned wickedly, and raised their sticks above their heads, pumping them as they shouted; “LOST BOYS, LOST BOYS, LOST BOYS.” Their chants were loud, and seemed to echo around them as they advanced slowly toward the confused teens.
“This is fucked up…” One of the teens muttered, and he began backing quickly toward the path that led down to the creek.
“No, you guys are fucked up…” Peter responded. “Stealing those Kayaks. Not cool.” He advanced out of the water, walking boldly toward the teens. “Now.” He said, “It’s our turn to chase you…” He began yelling as he ran at them. One of the teens had already turned to run, and the other two panicked at this sudden turn. They were well outnumbered by the crazy naked boys who were all running toward them.
The chubby bandana teen turned to run, but he stumbled and fell into the creek when Peter booted him in the ass. He cursed in a harried tone as he bolted to his feet and scurried downward along the path after his two cowardly companions.
Following behind, the five naked boys continued to holler and chant as they pursued the teens down the creek, and all the way to the beach below. When finally they spilled out onto the shoreline, the three teens were well spread apart as they turned and started to run up the beach.
As Peter and the boys reached the sand, they could see up ahead beyond the fleeing teens, a man was walking in their direction. It was Mr. Anderson from the resort. “Hey,” Peter shouted out. “Mr. Anderson, those are the guys who stole the kayaks…” The other boys were shouting and pointing as well.
Mr. Anderson was momentarily confused, but he reacted quickly, and he veered to collar one of the teens as they tried to run past him. The other two continued running, hanging their buddy out to dry as they turned off and ran up another of the trials leading up into the woods.
Andy held tightly to the squirming fifteen year old, who was totally out of breath, and really didn’t offer much resistance. Peter and the other boys stopped in a group there to catch their breaths as well. Mr. Anderson curiously eyed the group of naked, mud covered boys with raised eyebrows.
“Mr. Anderson,” Peter panted, “These guys stole your kayaks. We spotted them down the beach in the dunes. The kayaks are still there where they pulled them up into the sand.”
“Is that right…” Andy stated, as he squeezed the teen’s arm a little tighter.
“That’s a fuckin’ lie.” The chubbier teenager spat, trying to pull his arm away from Mr. Anderson.
“Yeah, screw you. You stole them alright.” Dylon accused the punk boldly.
“Well if the boys say you stole them, that’s good enough for me.” Andy remarked. He looked again at Peter and the other boys; a humorous smile spreading his lips. The boys all seemed to remember at that moment that none of them had any clothes on. They were still quite naked, and painted in mud as they stood there somewhat awkwardly. The younger boys covered themselves with their hands.
“Yeah…” Andy chuckled, “I don’t think I even want to know.”
“Um, it was, the element of surprise...” Dylon offered, shrugging his shoulders.
“Yes…” Andy laughed freely now, “I bet it was. Okay then. I’ll take this punk on up to the Retreat and arrange to have the kayaks picked up. Thanks boys. Come on by the Kayak Shack later will you.” He directed.
“What about the other two jackasses?” Peter wondered.
“Not to worry. That trail they headed up, leads to the main road. By the time they get there, I’ll have the Sherriff waiting to greet them.” He winked back at the boys as he began dialing 911 on his cell phone. Pulling roughly on the teenager’s arm, he forcefully directed the teenage punk up the beach and back toward the Retreat.
Peter and the boys stood there for a moment in all their naked glory; then looking at each other they began to laugh. Peter looked over at Dylon and grinned. “The element of surprise eh?”
“Yeah! Well it worked didn’t it?” Dylon grinned back at him, “You were pretty surprised weren’t you?” he laughed. “Besides, when I got up there to the pool, these yahoos were already butt naked… So it just seemed like the easiest thing to do.”
“Naked were you? Hmm, wonder what you guys were up to then?” Peter questioned with a sly smile. The twins and Liam exchanged knowing grins, and may have been noticeably blushing, had they not been covered in mud…
The boys looked at one another for a moment, and Peter stretched his arm out toward the other boys. Each of them reached out their hand, putting it on top of Peters. “This is our little group, forever. The Lost boys…” Peter said.
“Lost Boys…” the others echoed proudly.
The group of boys headed back up the creek now, climbing up to the pool and rock outcroppings that would forever be remembered as Neverland. When they got to the top, they chattered happily, and took their time roughhousing and splashing boyishly in the cool waters of the pool, then bathing what was left of the mud off of each other.
Eventually the boys all sat, or lay out on the warm mossy stone, drying themselves in the warm summer sun. When they’d dried they slipped back into their clothes, and made their way back to the Retreat, and their own cabin. Dylon and Peter decided they still needed a shower, and Liam made a quick decision to join them.
The three boys gathered up their towels, and a change of clothes, then headed for the Shower Shack. The twins were ravenously hungry though, having missed both breakfast and lunch, so they opted for the cafeteria instead, to see what they could scrounge up. And off they went off on their own.
The showers were usually empty this time of day, and they proved to be that way now as the three boys entered the building. Hanging their things on the dowels they quickly disrobed and headed into the showers.
Liam seemed to have lost any semblance of shyness now, his fears of ‘popping one’ in front of the other boys was long gone. In fact, he lathered himself rather briskly down there, actually hoping to attain one. He did. And both Peter and Dylon were quick to follow.
The boys showered happily, and since neither of the older boys had gotten off yet today, it quickly turned into a sudsy play session, ending with three separate loads of boy spunk washing down the drains in the shower floor. Whose hand had finished whom would forever remain a mystery.
After the boys had dried and dressed, they walked back across the grounds, heading back to their cabin. Justin and Jason were lying on their bunks eating several banana’s they’d scrounged up from the cafeteria. They looked up when the other boys entered, and noticed how cheerful the boys seemed to be.
“We missed out on something didn’t we?” Jason questioned with a grin.
“Depends on what you mean by ‘something.” Dylon quipped back, smiling.
“Was it this?” Justin pretended to jerk off the banana,
“Or was it this?” his brother questioned, sliding the banana suggestively in and out of his mouth.
“You’ll never know.” Liam predicted, as they all began to laugh. Jason threw a pillow at him, and a pig pile ensued. The three boys jumping on Jason, atop his bed. They wrestled about for a while, even dragging Justin in to the playful tangle of squirming boys. Would it surprise you to know, that a wee bit of inappropriate groping went on during the exchange?
The boys each kind of did their own things till dinner that evening. Dylon had gone out to the courts to shoot hoops. The twins decided to grab a shower, after they’d satiated their hunger, and Liam and Peter milled around outside, chatting with one another about losing their parents, and freely sharing their feeling for really the first time.
At dinner, the boys all sat at their usual table, and Mr. Anderson walked in, looking for them. He thanked the boys for their help with finding the kayaks, and for their involvement in catching the thieves. The other two teens had indeed been picked up by the Sherriff, and the kayaks had all been returned to retreat.
Andy told the boys, that as a reward he would set them up the next day so that they could take the kayaks out to the secluded cove down the shoreline. He’d hook them up so they could have a bar-b-cue on the beach, and, if they wanted to, the boys could even set up tents and spend the night on sand spit.
It sounded really cool to all the boys, and they were quite animated as they talked about it during their meal. Peter did notice however that several times during dinner, Liam seemed to be quietly watching him. It seemed curious, but he didn’t think that much about it, as the boys continued making plans for the overnight.
After they had eaten, Dylon headed back out to the basketball courts to shoot around for a little while. The twins headed back to the cabin, and Peter noticed that Liam had kind of wandered off by himself, with his hands thrust down in his pockets, as if deep in thought. Peter turned and followed after him, hoping he was alright.
Liam started walking down the trail to the beach, and Peter caught up with him shortly, and glanced at him. “You okay?” Peter asked.
“Uh-huh.” Liam answered, but the slight quaver in his voice betrayed his true feelings. Peter draped his arm around Liam’s shoulders as they continued the short hitch down to the beach.
The warm evening sun hung low in the sky, sparkling off the water, and the boys kicked off their sneakers and walked a little way down the beach. They sat together in the sand, leaning back against a small section of a beached log. Peter tossed small pebbles into the water, waiting patiently for Liam to open up.
“So… What’s going on bud?” he finally prompted. Liam looked down with a small sigh, and Peter scooched over next to him, putting his arm protectively around his friend’s shoulders. Liam glanced over at him with a sad little smile, then softly rested his hand on Peters knee.
“Its just… You’re my friend, and… Well, there’s only a couple of days left here before we all go home.” Another small hitch in his voice. “I’m just afraid I won’t get to see you again…” he managed to say, before he teared up in earnest. Peter looked at him, and quickly gave him a firm squeeze, leaning his head over to rest it against Liam's.
"Dude, you just said it. We're friends, and that's not gonna' change, I promise. You and me are a lot alike, you know. I'm not gonna' lose you as a friend okay?! You know we live less than an hour apart from each other by car. So we can get together whenever we can, I promise." Liam sniffled back his tears.
"Really? You're willing to do that?" He asked, looking quickly at Peter; who smiled tenderly back at him and nodded his head.
The boys sat quietly in the sand, legs stretched out in front of them, with Peter softly rubbing his toes against Liam's bare foot. He glanced at the younger boy then, and innocently kissed him on the cheek. Liam smiled softly, then returned the gesture.
The boys sat there for many several minutes, sharing this moment of boyishly simple friendship. Not complicated by some deeper agendas; this was basic human need. To know love for another. They'd both lost loved ones, and been tested by life's oft times cruel challenges. And through this shared hardship, they'd found a light of friendship, to help guide them from the darkness.
"You know what..." Peter spoke suddenly, "I was just thinking. There's still a lot of summer vacation left. Maybe in a couple of weeks, you could come and stay at my house for a week or so."
"Serious?" Liam quipped back excitedly.
"Shit yeah I'm serious. My Aunt's pretty cool, she won't mind. In fact, she'll be happy that I made a new friend. I'll call her tomorrow and see if we can arrange it. Do you think your Grandma will be ok with it?"
"I know she would." Liam beamed, and he threw his arms around Peter, and hugged him tightly.
The boys got to their feet, and walked happily across the sand back to the trail. Amazing what a little bit of hope can do for the human soul, putting a little spring back in your step. They hurried back up to the cabin, where they found the other boys sprawled across one of the bunks playing another game of Uno. They all looked up as Peter and Liam entered, smiling happily.
"Oh man." Justin said, as he looked at the two newcomers, "I missed out on some fun again didn't I?" The boys all thought this a hoot, and burst out in laughter, with Peter and Liam exchanging innocent if not bemused looks. When the humorous moment had passed, Liam headed back to use the bathroom, and Dylon caught Peter's attention.
"Everything okay?" he asked sincerely. "Liam seemed a little out of it at dinner, and then he took off by himself after..?"
"It's all good." Peter smiled back at him. "He just needed a friend; same as you and me."
"What about you? You okay?" Dylon wondered. Peter smiled at him.
"Yeah... Thanks bro. I think we're all gonna' be okay. And..." he paused, "I think I owe you another 'pudding cup'." The two boys grinned knowingly at each other.
The rest of the evening was a quiet one. The boys just hung out, until one by one they all filtered off to bed. Peter was the last, and when he finished brushing his teeth and came out of the bathroom, he heard Liam call out quietly to him.
"Goodnight." Liam whispered quietly from his bunk. Peter looked at the cute little blond boy. He was such a sweet kid, and Peter felt a real fondness for him. He walked over next to the bunk and stood for a moment, smiling down at him. Finally he bent low, and with the purest of intent, placed a soft kiss on the boy’s lips. Liam blushed slightly, smiled, and then threw his arms around Peter’s neck, hugging him warmly.
Peter smiled back at him as he stood and turned to head to his bunk. Liam reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Will you snuggle with me a little?" he whispered, pulling the covers back. Peter looked down in the dimness of the darkened room, and he could see that Liam was naked there between the sheets.
"Well... I guess, if you're gonna put it like that..." Peter smiled, and he slipped into the bunk and nestled in closely to the other boy. Their warm bodies pressing together, from head to toe.
This intimacy wasn't sexual. It simply felt wonderful, to feel the bond with another human soul. To know that even in the darkness, in this big expanse of the universe, that you weren't just drifting, floating there alone. There was always a place to anchor yourself; to find comfort, and park your fears by the cosmic curb.
They lay snuggled face to face, breathing softly as they slipped comfortably away into yet another Neverland of sleep. Liam woke only once, an hour or so later. He enjoyed the feel of the other boy's soft breath, tickling his cheek with each gentle exhale.
He raised his head, and in the dark he could faintly see Peter's soft features, and he moved his hand to timidly touch a fingertip to Peter's lips. He smiled then, and leaning forward he briefly pressed his own lips to Peter's.
He lay back again, settling his head in the crook of Peter's neck. Feeling truly safe, warm, and even happy for the first time in a long time. He drifted back now, as if cradled in the loving arms of his mother. And with that came a restful sleep, free of bad dreams. A sleep that he hadn't felt for a long, long time...
~~End of Chapter Seven~~
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, fiddled with their hair as a distraction, and some became emotional. But all were bullied, ignored, some even disowned by parents. Treatment that made them feel isolated, and alone. To hear a twelve year old boy talk about attempting suicide; talk about the hopelessness they felt. Oh my god... I 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 their 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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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;
**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 lights 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. They 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 may have been the last one to slip away to his own never-never land. After one last look over to the next bunk. He smiled to himself in the darkness, remembering the boyplay he and Dylon had shared with, of all things, a pudding cup. "Yup... Best dessert ever..." he mumbled softly, as sleep took him...**
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Liam and the twins, Justin and Jason, had gone down to the beach without the others this morning. Both Peter and Dylon had been scheduled for a morning appointment with the camp counselor, Connie. Oddly enough, she had scheduled the boys at the same time, ten thirty that morning.
Rather than waiting around for the other two, which of course was 'boring', the other boys had decided to head out early, and the others could catch up with them later on. It was going to be another fine summer day with temps in the low eighty's, and it would have been a shame to waste any of it.
Once they reached the beach, the boys had instantly shed their shirts and shoes. I mean why not, isn't that the best way to be a boy... They walked in the shallow knee deep surf, throwing rocks as they worked their way down the beach.
"So, what do you guys wanna' do while we wait for the others?" Justin asked, tossing a larger rock in the water near his brother, attempting to splash him.
"You dork." Jason replied with a laugh. He quickly reached down into the water and found a stone of his own and used it to splash his brother.
"Well," Liam offered, "You guys could take me up the creek to the pool in the woods. I'm still the only one who hasn't been up there yet." He was referring to the natural creek fed pool, a short hike up into the woods. It was the area that Peter had appropriately named, 'Neverland'. It was the place where all the other boys had first skinny dipped, and were able to play around.
"Yeah, we should do that? Jason agreed. "It's fun up there."
"Cool by me." Justin nodded. "Let's go mess around up there then." With that, he splashed another big rock into the water near his brother, soaking the back of his shorts starting a spirited chase up the beach by the three younger boys.
At the same time, back at the cabins, Peter and Dylon were already walking toward the main building. The day before, Dylon had missed an appointment with the Counselor, who in turn had spoken to Peter about it; and now she wanted to talk with both of them.
They scuttled into the main office and sat in the waiting area for awhile, waiting for her to come out and get them. When she finally did, she wanted to speak with Dylon for a few minutes first, asking Peter to wait.
"Good morning Dylon." She greeted him as he took a seat in front of her desk.
"Hey." Dylon returned quietly, looking a bit worried. She smiled to relax him.
"You're not in trouble, if that's what you're thinking." She laughed, seeing the expression on his face. "This Retreat is about you guys. I'm here to be of help, you know, with whatever issues you may be having. Dylon nodded, relaxing slightly.
"Sorry I missed my appointment yesterday. I just got to doing stuff, and kinda' forgot."
"Well I appreciate that, those things can happen. I just don't want you missing it on purpose, because you don't want to talk about things. Your mom just thinks that you need to speak with someone about your, situation."
"My dad's the one who needs to talk to someone." Dylon responded defensively. "I know my, 'situation', as you call it. He's the one that has the problem." Dylon shuffled uncomfortably in his seat. "It's other people who have a problem."
"You may be right." she said. "Many times, a father in particular, has a difficult time with it, when their child comes out and tells them that they're gay. Dylon winced at this. He hated that expression, 'comes out.' Why should it even be an issue? You are the way you are. He didn't understand why people had to make it more than it was. He started to feel uncomfortable again.
"Well... I know things may seem difficult at home right now Dylon, but your father loves you very much. Give him some time to get used to the idea, he'll come around."
"Get used to it? Why? I'm his son. Why should he have to get used to me..? Why should he see me any differently than he always has... Why? I'm the same person I've always been..." Connie nodded quietly.
"Dylon, it's harder for some people to understand. He's just scared for you, that's all."
"That's bull... He's scared for himself. About how he'll look in front of his friends. About what people will think... About him." Dylon folded his arms defiantly on his chest. He could feel the stinging in his eyes now, as they sat quietly for a moment.
"Let me ask you about something else." She changed tack. "Did you share this with your friend Peter?" Dylon looked at her and seemed to relax a bit since they weren't talking about his father anymore.
"Yeah... I told him about it." He answered, nodding softly.
"That took a lot of courage, I'm sure. He's the first person you've really trusted enough to share with, isn't he?" She asked. Dylon shrugged, but nodded. "And? How did that go, when you told him?" She queried. Dylon smiled slightly, thinking about the cabin... Then he thought about how terrified he was, when he first blurted it out.
"I was so scared." he muttered finally. "I... I ran off right after I told him. I didn't even wait around to see how he reacted. I was so afraid of what he'd think about me, afraid that it would ruin everything..." He wiped away the wetness, which had started to well-up in his eyes.
"And? How did he react?" She prodded. Dylon managed a half smile.
"He was... He was really cool about it. I mean, I've known him less than a week, but... But he was understanding. He made me feel like it's ok to be who I am. He's been a real friend and... I'm glad I found someone my age that I can talk to..."
Connie smiled and got up from her desk. She crossed to the door and stepping out in the hallway, she asked Peter if he would come in then and join them. Peter got up wearily, and followed her into her office. He sat next to his friend, looking at him to see if things were alright.
"How are you Peter?" Connie asked.
"I'm ok, I guess." He replied. He glanced suspiciously at Dylon again. Connie smiled slightly and shook her head.
"Why do boys always think they are in trouble?" She asked rhetorically.
"Cause we usually are." Peter floated back, only half jokingly.
"Well, you're not." She chuckled again. "Look boys, since Dylon missed his appointment yesterday, and since I talked with you about it Peter, I just wanted to be sure that you were both okay with everything."
"Yeah... Yeah we're cool." Peter replied, and Dylon nodded his agreement. Connie leaned forward with a gentle smile at both of them.
"Well, that's good to hear. Peter, I was also pleased to hear that Dylon was able to confide in you. It's good to know he has a friend that he can count on. It was surely hard for him to share with you like that. I think it says a lot about your character Peter, to be a friend when someone needed it. Peter just shrugged, but Dylon looked at him nodding.
"So... Is there any thing else you'd like to talk about?" Connie asked, turning to look at Peter. "Maybe there's an opportunity here Peter. Either here in this office, or, in private if you'd prefer. Perhaps it would do some good if you were able to talk about your parents, with your friend. I'm sure it would be cathartic to do so."
"I'm not sure what cath, cathardic means, but... I'm fine. I already told you." Peter said.
"It's cathartic. And it means it might be beneficial, even healing to talk with your friend about your feelings." Peter only shook his head.
"I get it alright... You want me to about it. But you do that when you want to, not when someone tells you to..." And that was all Peter had to say about it.
Connie spoke with the boys for another ten minutes or so, finally telling them that they could go and enjoy the rest of the day. Then of course she threw in the almost expected, "I'm here if you need to talk..." Yeah, yeah, old news...
Getting up quickly, the boys left the office and headed quickly back to their cabin. None of the other boys were around of course, having already gone exploring on the beach. Peter changed from a tee shirt into a tank top, then headed into the bathroom to relieve himself, while Dylon stood in the doorway waiting for him.
"I know that counselor lady is kind of a tool," Dylon said, "But she was right about you being a good friend. Thanks man..."
"No big deal bro." Peter replied casually, smiling back at him.
"Yeah... Yeah it really is." Dylon stated, looking extremely somber, and sincere. "I mean... Back home, when my dad dished on me, and my so called friends dumped on me when I told them... Things were pretty rough for awhile. I mean, I even thought about... About... You know, about killing myself." He said the last part so softly that Peter barely heard him; and he was shocked.
"Don't ever say that..." Peter yelled suddenly, grabbing his shoulders angrily. "Don't ever say or think anything like that again." Dylon's eyes widened, surprised at his friends reaction.
"I didn't try to do it... I just... I just thought things would be better off." Dylon expressed.
"I don't give a shit god dammit... Don't you ever think that again. Being dead never helped anything, or anybody... My parents are dead, and... And it's permanent. It doesn't make the pain go away, it just passes it on to someone else..." Peter’s eyes welled up, and he lunged forward, throwing his arms around the other boy.
Dylon was taken aback, but he put his arms around Peter and hugged him tightly, holding him there, with both boys in tears. "I'm sorry..." Dylon breathed after a time. "I'm so sorry about your parents."
The boys pulled apart a moment later, and looked quietly at one another, before Dylon leaned forward and gave his friend a gentle, comforting kiss; which Peter was grateful for, and he returned it in kind.
"Feel better?" Dylon asked. "Was she right?" Peter looked back at him questioningly.
"Huh..? Was she right about what?"
"You know, was that, um, catardick?" Dylon questioned.
"Cathartic, you dork..." Peter grinned. "Yeah, I guess it was at that. Thanks Dylon."
"You can thank me later, with another Pudding Cup." Dylon grinned slyly. Pudding Cup would forever be their private little code for boyplay.
"So, I wonder where the other guys got off to?" Peter questioned, wiping the last of his tears from his eyes. Dylon noticed then, a quickly penned note, laying on his pillow.
"Hmm," he read it to himself, then chuckled, handing it to Peter. The note read: 'Hey losers... We don't have all day to wait for you. Going to the beach, bitches...'
"Oh those little rat shits..." Peter laughed, reading the note. "Let's go find those little turds..."
* * * * * *
Back up the beach, the three afore mentioned 'little turds' were hiking up the creek in the woods toward the hidden pool. The boys climbed over the outcropping of rocks and stood atop the giant boulders, sweating from the climb. Liam stood for the first time and looked back over the small canyon to the shoreline off below them.
"Whoa... This is pretty cool up here." Liam beamed, looking around. He'd not been up here before. Flowing water drained noisily down from the rocks, becoming the creek which ran all the way down to the beach. Behind them was the fairly large, four foot deep pool where the water had welled up and collected.
It looked to be about twenty yards across, and the water was trapped by the large, moss covered boulders running along the bottom edge. Above the pool was a large stone face, with trees sprouting out from above. "Cool..." Liam extolled as he gazed up at the rock face, where water flowed, forming a four foot waterfall.
"I like this place... So are we gonna swim or what?" he asked, turning around to find his question already answered. The twins had already kicked off their shoes and shed their shorts, and they were standing there, buck naked, with their hands on their hips, looking at him.
"We're waiting on you dude." Jason said, with a huge grin on his face. The twins ran and jumped with huge splashes into the refreshing water of the mountain pool. The water wasn't warm, but it felt awesome in the heat of the summer day. Liam smiled, hesitant for a moment, the residual from his previous feelings of shyness. He had still only been naked once in front of them; but he shrugged then, and peeled off his board shorts and dove into the pool.
Almost at once their laughter could be heard rolling through the canyon, as the boys began splashing around, dunking, and climbing over each other, cavorting like naked wood nymphs. The pool was just deep enough at the upper edge that the boys could leap off the rocks where the small waterfall flowed into it.
Jason climbed boldly onto Liam's back attempting to dunk him, but Liam stood firm, and playfully bucked him off. The boys wrestled and battled wildly for a good long while; Liam having the time of his life as they slithered over one another with youthful exuberance.
And then another first for young Liam. Justin went under water, and as he swam past Liam, he reached up and gave a more than playful squeeze to the other boy's soft penis. The boy was rather shocked at first, I mean come on, who wouldn't be. He'd only been touched by one other boy, and that was Peter, the other night in their cabin; it had been his first ever sexual experience.
It surprised him somehow that another boy was touching him there, as if it were a common thing to do. Justin popped up in front of him with an impish smile on his face as he looked searchingly at Liam. And with that, the game was on.
Soon the three boys were happily targeting each other's boy parts. Touching, feeling and playfully fondling each other with each underwater swim by. They all feigned outrage each time they were groped, but of course they enjoyed every moment of it.
"Dude... Somebody's got wood." Jason grinned, when he surfaced still loosely clutching a handful of Liam's stiffening boyhood.
"Yeah, well it felt like somebody may have taken a lick or two when they swam under me." Liam accused with an embarrassed smirk. "Um, not that I'm complaining really..." The boys all laughed, and after some further wrestling around in the water, Liam swam across to the small muddy beach-like area along one side.
He pulled himself out, and lay face down to warm himself on the warm moss covered slab of rock.
Justin and Jason quickly crawled up and sprawled themselves out on either side of Liam. The water was a bit chilly after all, and a little warm up on the sunbathed patch of stone was more than welcome. The three boys lay there, basking quietly in the warm sun. Jason lying on his back, with his hands folded under his head for comfort, and Justin laying on his stomach in much the same manner.
Liam opened his eyes at one point, and he couldn't help but look at Jason, who was lying there right in front of him. With all the boyish touching and horsing around they'd done, his curiosity had been aroused; and his gaze strayed loosely over the other boy, carefully studying Jason's nakedness.
Beneath him, Liam could feel his own youthful boytool becoming aroused, and he had to lift his hips, allowing his stiff prong to flip upward into a more natural position. Lying just behind him though, Justin had noticed his movement, and easily figured out the reason behind it.
"Ahh... Somebody's got wood again..." Justin teased playfully, and Jason quickly opened his eyes, raising his head to see what Justin was talking about.
"No I don't..." Liam chimed out defensively, his face turning red.
"Yeah ya do." Justin insisted, teasingly. "I saw it..." He rolled onto his side and reached out a poke Liam, playfully teasing him. On the other side, Jason started laughing then, when he noticed that his brother was also sporting a boylike erection.
"What about you cockwood..." Jason laughed, pointing at his brother's swollen peg. Justin looked down at himself, only slightly surprised. He reached down and grabbed his three and a half inch stick, giving it a playful little shake.
Liam meanwhile still had an embarrassed look on his face. His one big fear with being naked in front of others, had always been that he might pop a boner. It was happening to him now. Peter had been the only other person to ever have seen him that way; and that was in an awkward but tender moment between them.
"Awe come on Liam," Justin touted, "It's alright. I got one, see... And yours is bigger than mine for sure." He wiggled his stick again, wanting to show Liam that it was all just harmless fun, and that all boys go through the same thing.
Liam looked over at him, glancing down shyly, but curiously at his stiffy. "I... I know. It's just hard for me, that's all."
"It's hard all right." Justin giggled. Liam hesitated moment, but he got the joke, and began giggling along with the other two boys. Jason swiveled around then, sitting up as well, and began examining his own growing pickle.
"Dylon and Peter still have their foreskin." he remarked suddenly, giving his own loose penis skin a gentle tug, wondering what it would look like on him. Liam looked over at him, and noticed that Jason was boning up now as well. He sighed resignedly to himself, and finally decided that if the twins could handle it, then so could he.
Taking a breath, Liam rolled over, finally exposing himself and his turgid tool to the other boys. The twins looked at his upright prong, and smiled reassuringly. "Nice..." Jason told him.
"Yeah, yours looks good." Justin agreed, scooting himself closer. "You got more hairs than we do." he noted, reaching out a fingertip and rubbing Liam's curlies. Jason scooted in close as well, and the three boys took to comparing themselves to each other; though the twins were a matched set.
"Do you cum yet?" Justin asked boldly, as he fondled himself.
"Ye... Yeah." Liam replied, somewhat surprised at how casual the other boys were, talking about this kind of thing. "Do... Do you?"
"Almost..." Justin replied proudly. "I get like a drop or two lately when I orgasm. Jason even managed a half assed little squirt the other day." he giggled, poking fun at his brother.
"Hey..." Jason retorted, "My half assed little squirt is better than your baby drool..." The brothers made faces at each other, playfully teasing one another.
Liam could only laugh at their silly antics as he glanced back and forth between them. It was so weird, seeing two identical boys naked like this. Their bodies were an exact match, and even their half dozen pubes seemed to be sprouting in the same places.
"Wanna jack off together." Justin asked suddenly. Liam blushed again, in spite of himself. So many new experiences lately, and before he could even answer, the twins had scooted even closer to him, till they were sitting literally hip to hip.
Justin lay back on the mossy rock face, already starting to play with himself, so Liam watched him intently for a moment. 'This is so bizarre.' he thought to himself, but feeling very excited by all this crazy naughtiness, he lay back, and still watching the other boy, he began fisting his own erect sausage.
Jason lay back then as well, propping himself up on an elbow to watch Liam do his thing. "Is that the way you always do it?" Jason asked, watching Liam's fist pump up and down.
"Huh... Yeah, I guess..." Liam said, suddenly wondering if he was doing it wrong.
"Try this." Jason suggested, and reaching over he bumped Liam's hand away, then grabbed his penis between three fingers and his thumb, and began stroking him.
"I like to do it like this." Jason said. "It just feels better, ‘cause you got more control." Liam closed his eyes as the other boy continued to jack him. He had to admit, if felt really good this way, since the individual fingertips could move in more directions, and you could literally stimulate and fondle yourself while jacking off.
"Mmm, that feels really good..." he sighed, allowing Jason to continue. Quite suddenly he felt wetness on his dickhead, and he opened his eyes to see that Jason had spit on the fingers of his other hand, and was using it to lube Liam's swollen knob. "Oh man..." Liam trembled, grunting as his penis twitched pleasurably.
"Do mine..." Jason requested. Liam looked at him curiously, then willingly reached across the other boys arm and scooped up the boy's slender tuber. He held it between his fingers and thumb and began jacking him.
It was totally wild. Jacking someone else, while being jacked at the same time. It was a different kind of stimulation than doing your own, and it felt really, really nice. "That's good." Jason squeaked alongside him, "Keep going dude..."
Both boys kept at it. Liam torn between closing his eyes and enjoying the feelings, and keeping them wide open, excited by the eroticism of actually watching it play out. He licked dry lips and closed his eyes for a moment...
Moments later, like before, he felt a sudden wetness on his knob, and he assumed that Jason had spit on his fingers again, and was rubbing it on his knob to add some lube. But... But it suddenly felt very different. His eyes snapped open. Astonished, he looked down at Justin, who had leaned over and was eagerly licking his bloated cherry.
"Oh fuck Justin.... What the..." He was totally taken aback. This was almost too much... A boy was licking on his penis, and... And it felt fucking wonderful. "Oh god..." he moaned again. This was the most bizarre thing ever. One boy was busily jacking him off, while his twin brother was literally licking and sucking on the tip of his dong. "Oh fuck... Ahhhhh, ahhhh that feels so... So good..."
The pleasure was so intense that he had inadvertently stopped jerking on Jason's boyhood, and Jason quickly reminded him, by grabbing his hand and getting the motion started again...
It was the craziest of things... What had happened to the shy twelve year old? A few days ago, masturbating himself in private was the only thing he'd ever done. Let alone ever thought about doing. In the matter of a few days he'd gone from letting someone see him naked for the first time, to lying outside in the buff getting a knob job from a boy, while being jacked off by his brother. And the thing was... He was absolutely loving it, it was amazing.
Liam began to moan with pleasure as the twins worked him over. His body was flush with excitement; churning and burning in all the right places. His hips squirmed as his legs twitched erratically. He had certainly leaked several drops of precum, but they never saw the light of day, as Justin was still covering his knob orally, and he took in every drop, savoring the sweetness of the premature boy nectar.
"Oh god guys...." Liam strained. "I can't hold it... I can't h..." Fire burned in his loins. His thighs seized with the tension of eminent release. "Ohhhhhh fuuuuu...." a guttural ghostlike moan filtered into the air.
The twins both felt it. Liam's boyhood swelled suddenly, his loosely hanging balls were loose no more. Liam's hips strained upward as an intense pulse of boy spunk gushed from him...
Justin took the first steaming pulse directly in his mouth, pulling away quickly to watch excitedly as the second stream erupted into the air. "Ohhhaaaaaaahhhhhhh..." Liam groaned, his voice a low growl as a third squirt propelled a still surprising amount of boy goo skyward.
Jason and Justin's eyes were wide with excitement throughout, even as the last dribbling pulses pumped and oozed from Liam's reddened slit. The twins looked at each other with thrilled expressions, and feeling compelled, it was Jason this time, who leaned over and sucked on Liam's sloppy knob. His brother had taken the first full load, and there was no way he was going to miss out on tasting Liam's sweet boy honey...
Liam jerked at the contact, and had to push him away; his bulb was too sensitive to endure any more physical contact. The boy lay there, panting and moaning quietly to himself feeling totally, and literally blown away… Jason meanwhile was now so excited that he immediately began pumping on himself again; watching Liam cum had been such an erotic sight.
With some of Liam’s spunk still clinging to his fingers, he smeared it over his own mushroom cap to further get himself into a frenzy of excitement. The other boys watched as Jason’s strokes became more vigorous. His body suddenly seemed to tense, hunching forward, muscles locked. And then the payoff, as a clearish jet of immature boyseed spat into the open space between his legs...
Jason’s eyes were wide with surprise, watching the quantity he’d just produced, just as another contraction expelled the last few drops from his youthful sausage. Feeling weak and somewhat drained he slumped backwards in a daze, still clutching his boyhood.
Lying only feet away, an overly stimulated Justin turned his head upward, and with closed eyes as he began a renewed pounding of his own boylike pud. Results were quick. And though he managed only a tiny dribble of pearlescent spunk, it was no less rewarding of pleasure. His contented moans were testament of that.
Totally satisfied, the three boys continued to lay back on the carpet of moss that blanketed this section of rock. It was a reassuring nest beneath them, while the sun kissed their naked flesh from above. One by one each of the boys seemed to doze off for a short, but much needed recovery.
* * * * *
Peter and Dylon meanwhile, were heading down to the beach, in search of their three companions. They were walking down the trail from the main complex when the boys ran into Mr. Anderson (Andy). He was the instructor from the Kayak Shack, who had taught the boys all about kayaking the previous day.
Andy was coming up the trail from the beach looking somewhat disgruntled, but he stopped to chat with the boys. “Morning boys.” He greeted.
“Hey Mr. Anderson.” They said in tandem, as Peter waved at him.
“Where you youngsters off to this morning?”
“Ah, we’re gonna meet up with the other guys on the beach somewhere.” Dylon told him. “We might come back this afternoon for some kayaking though.”
“That should be fine. I’m down a few Kayaks though boys. Somebody managed to steal several of them, late last night or early this morning.” Mr. Anderson told them with a touch of anger in his voice.
“That totally sucks!” Dylon replied.
“No doubt.” Peter agreed with a scowl.
Andy nodded in perturbed agreement, then excused himself, saying he was heading up to the office to report the missing boats, and fill out a report. The boys said their goodbyes and continued down the trail till they reached the bottom.
In no particular hurry, they talked casually together as they walked barefoot up the beach, their tee shirts off, and slung carelessly over their shoulders. They had become close, and each felt quite comfortable with the other, what with the things they’d shared the last few days.
Dylon had come out to Peter. They had then shared an intimate encounter; an emotional bonding which proved to be been more than just sexual. And this morning in the counselor’s office the bond had deepened. Dylon glanced at Peter several times as they walked.
“So… It must be really hard, not having you parents around.” Dylon ventured. Peter glanced at him and could see the sincere look in Dylon’s eyes; he looked back at the sand for a moment as they walked.
“Yeah.” He replied thoughtfully. “It’s pretty tough sometimes. I feel… Empty sometimes, you know. I can’t really explain it, but, it’s just…”
“Like everyone else has gone on with their lives, without you.” Dylon finished. Peter stopped walking and looked at his friend.
“Yeah. Yeah it’s exactly like that.” He agreed. “I guess you know the feeling too, huh?” Dylon nodded back at him.
“When I told my parents I was gay… It seemed like they disappeared.” Dylon spoke softly. “My mom just went into the kitchen to make dinner. My dad had this blank look on his face. A faraway look, like he hadn’t heard me. Then he wouldn’t even talk about it. They just went on around me like… Like it never happened. It’s been over a month since I told them, and… My dad barely talks to me anymore. My mom acts like it’s something I’ll grow out of or something. I think that’s why they wanted me to come here to this retreat. A little break. And when I come back, I’ll be like, all better… Like I’ll come to my senses and won’t be gay anymore. It’s so fucking stupid...”
“Sorry.” Peter said sincerely. He put his arm reassuringly around Dylon’s shoulders as they walked. “It sucks when you really need somebody, and they aren’t there.” Dylon nodded sadly to himself. Their situations were quite different, and yet, in many ways exactly the same.
“Anyway, I’m here.” Peter offered. They looked at one another again and smiled.
“Cool…” Dylon answered. The boys continued to walk along quietly, strolling up the beach until at length they reached the creek that flowed steadily down from above.
“Wonder if the little butt nuggets went up to the pool already?” Peter wondered aloud. Dylon pointed to a familiar red tank top, lying in the sand near one of the driftwood logs at the foot of the creek.
“That looks like Jason’s shirt. They were here all right. They either went up to the pool, or down the beach to fool around in the dunes again. Take your pick.”
“Let’s try up the beach first.” Peter suggested, and the boys continued onward toward the dunes. The late morning sun felt good on their bare skin, and it didn’t take long for them to reach the distant swells of sand.
At first they saw no one, the rolling dunes though small, were misleading at times, and the tall weed grasses that grew there and rustled noisily in the breeze could mask smaller sounds. Topping the first of the sandy rises, they could hear the faint sounds of voices.
“That’s them.” Dylon whispered. “Let’s sneak up ‘em, want to?”
“Yeah!” Peter answered with a grin. “Good idea. Come on.” The boys crouched low, keeping to the depressions as they moved forward. When they got close, the boys peeked up over the top of a dune, peering through the eel grass. What they saw was a huge surprise.
They were looking at three other teenage boys, who appeared to be about fifteen years old or so. They were sitting in the sand, talking and laughing. Resting next to them were three colorful Kayaks; clearly the ones stolen from the resort. The boys quickly ducked back down, looking at each other with surprised expressions…
“Shit...” Peter whispered, “Those guys are the ones who stole the kayaks…”
“What should we do?” Dylon asked. “Head back to the resort and find Mr. Anderson?”
“Nu-uh. Those guys might be long gone by the time we got there. We have to do something right now.”
“Dude, are you kidding? There’s three of those pricks, and they’re all bigger than we are. We’ll get our asses kicked for sure.” Dylon exclaimed. Peter peeked up over the top of the dune again, as if estimating their chances. The teens were all wearing shorts with no shirts, though two of them had their tee shirts pulled up over his heads, wearing them like a bandana.
The visage made Peter think of one of the pictures from his book. The three boys looked a bit like- “Pirates…” Peter whispered. “They don’t look so tough to me. If our other guys were here, we could take them.” He thought about it for a moment. “I have an idea…” He smiled and slunk back down below the dune, then began whispering his plan to Dylon.
“I hope this works.” Dylon breathed, after hearing him out. He turned then, and crawled back the way they had come. When they reached the edge of the dunes, he stood up and began running back up the beach.
In the meantime Peter worked himself into a better position. He crept around to his left, sneaking across several of the low, sandy hillocks. He waited there, and watched the three teens for a few minutes, listening to them talk boldly about stealing the Kayaks early this morning. They had broken into the little shack first, then decided on ripping off three of the newest boats.
They’d paddled them up the shoreline, but when they had seen a bunch of other people further ahead, they decided to drag the Kayaks up into the dunes and hide them for a while. Judging by their conversation however, it sounded to Peter like the punks (pirates) were about to head out again.
Peter knew that if he didn’t act now, the teens would take the boats out and surely get away with them. He moved again amongst the dunes, positioning himself so that he had a good head start on the teens. Taking a deep breath, he stood up atop the dune and started yelling at the teens.
“Hey you fucking dickheads… I know you stole those kayaks, and I’m turning you in.” The three teens scrambled quickly to their feet and stood staring at Peter for a moment. They looked around, then seemed to realize that he was just a kid, and he appeared to be alone. The element of surprise was gone now, and Peter was on his own.
“Get that little prick…” One of the teens shouted, and the three older boys started running toward him. Peter turned and bolted up the beach as fast as he could. He’d always been pretty quick, and he hoped he had enough of a lead that he could outrun the teens and draw them down the beach toward the creek.
They chased after him yelling profanities, and promising how they were going to kick his ass, and ‘fuck him up’ when they caught him. If nothing else, this pushed Peter to run even harder. This hadn’t exactly been his plan, but there was no turning back now; and looking back over his shoulder, he could see that the teens were slowly gaining ground on him.
Peter ran for all he was worth, though his lungs were starting to burn, and his thighs began to feel heavy. He could see the creek just up ahead and he veered desperately toward it, with the teens hot on his heels. Hopping over one of the driftwood logs, Peter splashed into the creek and jumped up onto the rocks along its edge.
“Quit running you little prick.” One of the teens shouted at him. They paused at the edge of the sand, watching as Peter started up into the woods.
“We’ve got him now.” Another of the teens huffed, straining to catch his breath. They started off in pursuit again. Hopping over the log, one of the teens snagged his foot and fell headlong into water. Soaked, scratched, and pissed off, he began swearing as he scrambled to his feet.
Peter started climbing steadily, scurrying over the logs that lay like balance beams across the creek. He glanced back once again, and even though he was totally winded, with weary legs, he knew now that he could reach the pool before they caught up with him. He could only hope that his little plan was going to work.
Finally Peter reached the outcropping of rock, and he scrambled up over the lip that formed the bottom rim of the hidden pool. The three chasing teens were only about twenty yards behind him at this point, and Peter ran directly into the crystal clear pool, wading in until he stood waist deep in the cool water. He looked around quickly, and suddenly smiled knowingly to himself.
Two of the teens had just climbed up onto the ledge, and they stood now, stooped over with their hands on their knees, sucking air, and trying to catch their breaths after the long chase. They glared at Peter, but smiled cruelly when they realized that they had him trapped now in the pool.
A moment later the third teen, the chubbier one who had fallen into the creek, finally crawled up to join his companions. Breathing heavily, he glared at Peter. “Ok you little shit, you’re fucked now.” He panted confidently, adjusting the rolled up tee shirt that he still wore over his head like a bandana. To his surprise, Peter only smiled back at him.
“Get your ass outta’ the water.” One of the other teens demanded.
“Pirates shouldn’t be in Neverland…” Peter remarked calmly. The three teens exchanged confused looks.
“This kid’s messed up in the head.” One of them said. “What are we gonna’ do with him anyway?” It seems the three teens hadn’t really thought this through when they’d started chasing him.
“I think we’ll just beat the holy living shit out of him, to make sure he doesn’t squeal us out.” The chubby bandana kid threatened, clearly trying to scare Peter. “Now get out of the water dickhead…” Peter only smiled at him, then sunk down under water for a moment. When he surfaced again, he was holding a handful of mud from the bottom of the pool. He began rubbing it onto his face, a bit like war paint; then rubbed it across his bare chest and arms.
The three teens exchanged odd looks. “I’m telling you, this kid’s fuckin mental.” One of them said.
“Yeah, well it’s time to teach the little prick a lesson.” Bandana teen said, as he started to step into the pool. Suddenly there was motion above and off to his right. He stopped walking and glanced upward. Above the small waterfall that filled the pool, stood another boy. A naked boy, who was nearly covered from head to toe with the gray brown mud. He stood there defiantly with a long hefty stick in his hand, as he smiled down at the three teens.
“What the fuck…” One of the punks muttered; and at that very moment off to the left of the pool, another naked boy suddenly appeared. He was likewise covered in mud, and holding a large bat-like staff in his hand. And then, as if on cue, stood another boy to the right. Stark naked as well, painted with zig zag lines of the same ghoulishly grayish mud, and smiling oddly.
The three teens exchanged nervous looks now, and moved slowly together as the chubby bandana teen backed away from the water. The older boys took several strides backwards, looking around suspiciously at the naked, mud painted boys who seemed to be all around them now. Unsettled, the teens almost seemed to be calculating their odds, when still another bare assed boy stepped into the clearing.
“Hi there…” Dylon grinned at them through the thick mud that was smeared on his face.
“Well then… It seems things have changed.” Peter called out from the pool; and when they turned to look back at him, he too had peeled off his shorts, and his body was likewise streaked with mud. “I told you… Pirates shouldn’t be in Neverland.” He chided. “What do you think Lost Boys?”
Peter’s tribe of defiant lads all grinned wickedly, and raised their sticks above their heads, pumping them as they shouted; “LOST BOYS, LOST BOYS, LOST BOYS.” Their chants were loud, and seemed to echo around them as they advanced slowly toward the confused teens.
“This is fucked up…” One of the teens muttered, and he began backing quickly toward the path that led down to the creek.
“No, you guys are fucked up…” Peter responded. “Stealing those Kayaks. Not cool.” He advanced out of the water, walking boldly toward the teens. “Now.” He said, “It’s our turn to chase you…” He began yelling as he ran at them. One of the teens had already turned to run, and the other two panicked at this sudden turn. They were well outnumbered by the crazy naked boys who were all running toward them.
The chubby bandana teen turned to run, but he stumbled and fell into the creek when Peter booted him in the ass. He cursed in a harried tone as he bolted to his feet and scurried downward along the path after his two cowardly companions.
Following behind, the five naked boys continued to holler and chant as they pursued the teens down the creek, and all the way to the beach below. When finally they spilled out onto the shoreline, the three teens were well spread apart as they turned and started to run up the beach.
As Peter and the boys reached the sand, they could see up ahead beyond the fleeing teens, a man was walking in their direction. It was Mr. Anderson from the resort. “Hey,” Peter shouted out. “Mr. Anderson, those are the guys who stole the kayaks…” The other boys were shouting and pointing as well.
Mr. Anderson was momentarily confused, but he reacted quickly, and he veered to collar one of the teens as they tried to run past him. The other two continued running, hanging their buddy out to dry as they turned off and ran up another of the trials leading up into the woods.
Andy held tightly to the squirming fifteen year old, who was totally out of breath, and really didn’t offer much resistance. Peter and the other boys stopped in a group there to catch their breaths as well. Mr. Anderson curiously eyed the group of naked, mud covered boys with raised eyebrows.
“Mr. Anderson,” Peter panted, “These guys stole your kayaks. We spotted them down the beach in the dunes. The kayaks are still there where they pulled them up into the sand.”
“Is that right…” Andy stated, as he squeezed the teen’s arm a little tighter.
“That’s a fuckin’ lie.” The chubbier teenager spat, trying to pull his arm away from Mr. Anderson.
“Yeah, screw you. You stole them alright.” Dylon accused the punk boldly.
“Well if the boys say you stole them, that’s good enough for me.” Andy remarked. He looked again at Peter and the other boys; a humorous smile spreading his lips. The boys all seemed to remember at that moment that none of them had any clothes on. They were still quite naked, and painted in mud as they stood there somewhat awkwardly. The younger boys covered themselves with their hands.
“Yeah…” Andy chuckled, “I don’t think I even want to know.”
“Um, it was, the element of surprise...” Dylon offered, shrugging his shoulders.
“Yes…” Andy laughed freely now, “I bet it was. Okay then. I’ll take this punk on up to the Retreat and arrange to have the kayaks picked up. Thanks boys. Come on by the Kayak Shack later will you.” He directed.
“What about the other two jackasses?” Peter wondered.
“Not to worry. That trail they headed up, leads to the main road. By the time they get there, I’ll have the Sherriff waiting to greet them.” He winked back at the boys as he began dialing 911 on his cell phone. Pulling roughly on the teenager’s arm, he forcefully directed the teenage punk up the beach and back toward the Retreat.
Peter and the boys stood there for a moment in all their naked glory; then looking at each other they began to laugh. Peter looked over at Dylon and grinned. “The element of surprise eh?”
“Yeah! Well it worked didn’t it?” Dylon grinned back at him, “You were pretty surprised weren’t you?” he laughed. “Besides, when I got up there to the pool, these yahoos were already butt naked… So it just seemed like the easiest thing to do.”
“Naked were you? Hmm, wonder what you guys were up to then?” Peter questioned with a sly smile. The twins and Liam exchanged knowing grins, and may have been noticeably blushing, had they not been covered in mud…
The boys looked at one another for a moment, and Peter stretched his arm out toward the other boys. Each of them reached out their hand, putting it on top of Peters. “This is our little group, forever. The Lost boys…” Peter said.
“Lost Boys…” the others echoed proudly.
The group of boys headed back up the creek now, climbing up to the pool and rock outcroppings that would forever be remembered as Neverland. When they got to the top, they chattered happily, and took their time roughhousing and splashing boyishly in the cool waters of the pool, then bathing what was left of the mud off of each other.
Eventually the boys all sat, or lay out on the warm mossy stone, drying themselves in the warm summer sun. When they’d dried they slipped back into their clothes, and made their way back to the Retreat, and their own cabin. Dylon and Peter decided they still needed a shower, and Liam made a quick decision to join them.
The three boys gathered up their towels, and a change of clothes, then headed for the Shower Shack. The twins were ravenously hungry though, having missed both breakfast and lunch, so they opted for the cafeteria instead, to see what they could scrounge up. And off they went off on their own.
The showers were usually empty this time of day, and they proved to be that way now as the three boys entered the building. Hanging their things on the dowels they quickly disrobed and headed into the showers.
Liam seemed to have lost any semblance of shyness now, his fears of ‘popping one’ in front of the other boys was long gone. In fact, he lathered himself rather briskly down there, actually hoping to attain one. He did. And both Peter and Dylon were quick to follow.
The boys showered happily, and since neither of the older boys had gotten off yet today, it quickly turned into a sudsy play session, ending with three separate loads of boy spunk washing down the drains in the shower floor. Whose hand had finished whom would forever remain a mystery.
After the boys had dried and dressed, they walked back across the grounds, heading back to their cabin. Justin and Jason were lying on their bunks eating several banana’s they’d scrounged up from the cafeteria. They looked up when the other boys entered, and noticed how cheerful the boys seemed to be.
“We missed out on something didn’t we?” Jason questioned with a grin.
“Depends on what you mean by ‘something.” Dylon quipped back, smiling.
“Was it this?” Justin pretended to jerk off the banana,
“Or was it this?” his brother questioned, sliding the banana suggestively in and out of his mouth.
“You’ll never know.” Liam predicted, as they all began to laugh. Jason threw a pillow at him, and a pig pile ensued. The three boys jumping on Jason, atop his bed. They wrestled about for a while, even dragging Justin in to the playful tangle of squirming boys. Would it surprise you to know, that a wee bit of inappropriate groping went on during the exchange?
The boys each kind of did their own things till dinner that evening. Dylon had gone out to the courts to shoot hoops. The twins decided to grab a shower, after they’d satiated their hunger, and Liam and Peter milled around outside, chatting with one another about losing their parents, and freely sharing their feeling for really the first time.
At dinner, the boys all sat at their usual table, and Mr. Anderson walked in, looking for them. He thanked the boys for their help with finding the kayaks, and for their involvement in catching the thieves. The other two teens had indeed been picked up by the Sherriff, and the kayaks had all been returned to retreat.
Andy told the boys, that as a reward he would set them up the next day so that they could take the kayaks out to the secluded cove down the shoreline. He’d hook them up so they could have a bar-b-cue on the beach, and, if they wanted to, the boys could even set up tents and spend the night on sand spit.
It sounded really cool to all the boys, and they were quite animated as they talked about it during their meal. Peter did notice however that several times during dinner, Liam seemed to be quietly watching him. It seemed curious, but he didn’t think that much about it, as the boys continued making plans for the overnight.
After they had eaten, Dylon headed back out to the basketball courts to shoot around for a little while. The twins headed back to the cabin, and Peter noticed that Liam had kind of wandered off by himself, with his hands thrust down in his pockets, as if deep in thought. Peter turned and followed after him, hoping he was alright.
Liam started walking down the trail to the beach, and Peter caught up with him shortly, and glanced at him. “You okay?” Peter asked.
“Uh-huh.” Liam answered, but the slight quaver in his voice betrayed his true feelings. Peter draped his arm around Liam’s shoulders as they continued the short hitch down to the beach.
The warm evening sun hung low in the sky, sparkling off the water, and the boys kicked off their sneakers and walked a little way down the beach. They sat together in the sand, leaning back against a small section of a beached log. Peter tossed small pebbles into the water, waiting patiently for Liam to open up.
“So… What’s going on bud?” he finally prompted. Liam looked down with a small sigh, and Peter scooched over next to him, putting his arm protectively around his friend’s shoulders. Liam glanced over at him with a sad little smile, then softly rested his hand on Peters knee.
“Its just… You’re my friend, and… Well, there’s only a couple of days left here before we all go home.” Another small hitch in his voice. “I’m just afraid I won’t get to see you again…” he managed to say, before he teared up in earnest. Peter looked at him, and quickly gave him a firm squeeze, leaning his head over to rest it against Liam's.
"Dude, you just said it. We're friends, and that's not gonna' change, I promise. You and me are a lot alike, you know. I'm not gonna' lose you as a friend okay?! You know we live less than an hour apart from each other by car. So we can get together whenever we can, I promise." Liam sniffled back his tears.
"Really? You're willing to do that?" He asked, looking quickly at Peter; who smiled tenderly back at him and nodded his head.
The boys sat quietly in the sand, legs stretched out in front of them, with Peter softly rubbing his toes against Liam's bare foot. He glanced at the younger boy then, and innocently kissed him on the cheek. Liam smiled softly, then returned the gesture.
The boys sat there for many several minutes, sharing this moment of boyishly simple friendship. Not complicated by some deeper agendas; this was basic human need. To know love for another. They'd both lost loved ones, and been tested by life's oft times cruel challenges. And through this shared hardship, they'd found a light of friendship, to help guide them from the darkness.
"You know what..." Peter spoke suddenly, "I was just thinking. There's still a lot of summer vacation left. Maybe in a couple of weeks, you could come and stay at my house for a week or so."
"Serious?" Liam quipped back excitedly.
"Shit yeah I'm serious. My Aunt's pretty cool, she won't mind. In fact, she'll be happy that I made a new friend. I'll call her tomorrow and see if we can arrange it. Do you think your Grandma will be ok with it?"
"I know she would." Liam beamed, and he threw his arms around Peter, and hugged him tightly.
The boys got to their feet, and walked happily across the sand back to the trail. Amazing what a little bit of hope can do for the human soul, putting a little spring back in your step. They hurried back up to the cabin, where they found the other boys sprawled across one of the bunks playing another game of Uno. They all looked up as Peter and Liam entered, smiling happily.
"Oh man." Justin said, as he looked at the two newcomers, "I missed out on some fun again didn't I?" The boys all thought this a hoot, and burst out in laughter, with Peter and Liam exchanging innocent if not bemused looks. When the humorous moment had passed, Liam headed back to use the bathroom, and Dylon caught Peter's attention.
"Everything okay?" he asked sincerely. "Liam seemed a little out of it at dinner, and then he took off by himself after..?"
"It's all good." Peter smiled back at him. "He just needed a friend; same as you and me."
"What about you? You okay?" Dylon wondered. Peter smiled at him.
"Yeah... Thanks bro. I think we're all gonna' be okay. And..." he paused, "I think I owe you another 'pudding cup'." The two boys grinned knowingly at each other.
The rest of the evening was a quiet one. The boys just hung out, until one by one they all filtered off to bed. Peter was the last, and when he finished brushing his teeth and came out of the bathroom, he heard Liam call out quietly to him.
"Goodnight." Liam whispered quietly from his bunk. Peter looked at the cute little blond boy. He was such a sweet kid, and Peter felt a real fondness for him. He walked over next to the bunk and stood for a moment, smiling down at him. Finally he bent low, and with the purest of intent, placed a soft kiss on the boy’s lips. Liam blushed slightly, smiled, and then threw his arms around Peter’s neck, hugging him warmly.
Peter smiled back at him as he stood and turned to head to his bunk. Liam reached out and grabbed his wrist. "Will you snuggle with me a little?" he whispered, pulling the covers back. Peter looked down in the dimness of the darkened room, and he could see that Liam was naked there between the sheets.
"Well... I guess, if you're gonna put it like that..." Peter smiled, and he slipped into the bunk and nestled in closely to the other boy. Their warm bodies pressing together, from head to toe.
This intimacy wasn't sexual. It simply felt wonderful, to feel the bond with another human soul. To know that even in the darkness, in this big expanse of the universe, that you weren't just drifting, floating there alone. There was always a place to anchor yourself; to find comfort, and park your fears by the cosmic curb.
They lay snuggled face to face, breathing softly as they slipped comfortably away into yet another Neverland of sleep. Liam woke only once, an hour or so later. He enjoyed the feel of the other boy's soft breath, tickling his cheek with each gentle exhale.
He raised his head, and in the dark he could faintly see Peter's soft features, and he moved his hand to timidly touch a fingertip to Peter's lips. He smiled then, and leaning forward he briefly pressed his own lips to Peter's.
He lay back again, settling his head in the crook of Peter's neck. Feeling truly safe, warm, and even happy for the first time in a long time. He drifted back now, as if cradled in the loving arms of his mother. And with that came a restful sleep, free of bad dreams. A sleep that he hadn't felt for a long, long time...
~~End of Chapter Seven~~
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, fiddled with their hair as a distraction, and some became emotional. But all were bullied, ignored, some even disowned by parents. Treatment that made them feel isolated, and alone. To hear a twelve year old boy talk about attempting suicide; talk about the hopelessness they felt. Oh my god... I 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 their 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...