Peter and the Pirates
Chapter 08
Farewell To Neverland
* 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;
**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...**
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It had been a long ten days, yet at the same time it seemed to have flown by as quickly as the warm summer wind. Peter had made some wonderful friends, whom he would never forget. And two of the boys, Dylon and Liam, he would continue to see, even after the summer retreat was over.
After all, Dylon didn't live all that far from him back home. And even Liam was a mere half hour's drive by car. In fact, Peter had already arranged with his Aunt to have Liam come and spend some time with him in a few weeks.
Today though, was the last full day at the retreat; and Wednesday they would all be heading back to their respective homes shortly after the noon hour. But the boys planned to make the most of their last day, and night together.
Since the boys had found the stolen Kayaks, and had helped catch the teenagers who had been responsible; the retreat, and Mr. Anderson in particular had made special arrangements as a reward for the boys.
They would be allowed to Kayak up the shoreline to a rather secluded inlet, with its own private beach area. Mr. Anderson was fixing them up with a couple of nice tents, sleeping bags, and a cooler filled with food and drink, so the boys could spend their last night camping in the cove. It was going to be more than fun, and the boys knew that it likely would be the last time they'd all be together as a group, so they were looking forward to the day ahead.
It was still early Tuesday morning, and while the other boys were all still sleeping, Peter lay on his bunk at the back of the cabin. He was rereading various sections from his book, 'Peter and the Pirates'.
It was funny how perspectives change. Now that he'd opened up with Dylon and Liam about his parents dying, now that he'd been honest with himself about it, well, some of the things in his book seemed to take on different meaning.
Previously, being a lost boy, meant never having to face the painful issues in his life. He could hide within the fantasy, and escape to a place where things didn't hurt. Now though... Now it meant there was strength in numbers. That standing with friends, you could meet those challenges, and find a way through them... He smiled softly to himself.
He closed the book and lay it alongside him, propping himself up on his elbows to look around the cabin at his friends. His own little band of lost boys. He looked at each of them in turn, as he recalled little things about each of them.
The twins, Justin and Jason were both funny eleven year olds. Full of humor and endless energy, always bickering playfully between themselves, clearly in tune with each others thoughts and goofy humor... Peter chuckled to himself as he thought about how identical their naked bodies looked. A reflection of one another...
He looked toward Dylon, his first real friend. The boy who had carried his own secrets and fears; finally revealing himself to be gay. Peter had shared his very first sexual encounter with him, another boy. There would always be a special friendship between them. A bond of trust.
And of course there was Liam. Another of the twelve year olds, though he had just turned that age, and he seemed much younger. Like Peter, he had lost his parents, and he was just trying to find his place in this world. Liam, like everyone else, just wanted to fit in someplace. To be loved, and accepted.
Peter thought about his book again. The story of Peter Pan, a young boy who didn't want to grow up, wanting to stay young and innocent forever. To be in a place where you could pretend the realities of the world couldn't touch you. Hurt you. A place where Peter didn't have to think about his parents dying in an accident. Where he could pretend that one day, they would come back...
He sighed then, and looked around the room once more at his companions. This carefree time would likely be the last time he would ever spend in his own version of Neverland. He could feel the sting in his eyes just a little. His parents were gone. Gone. It was time to face that reality.
Tossing aside his bedcovers, he slipped off his bunk and padded barefoot across the cool wooden floor to the bathroom. Peter washed his face in the small sink, and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. The boy who looked back at him already seemed older somehow. Still an innocent and sweet; but older. There was still a loneliness in those eyes, but perhaps they didn't seem as lost as they had been.
He shook his head and moved over in front of the toilet, hooking his thumb into the waistband of his underwear, he pulled them down in front and fished out his youthful boyhood. He stood for a moment fingering himself, finally letting the warm golden stream of piss drain from his soft tube.
When he'd finished, he milked the last few drops from himself, and let his foreskin slide back into place. He yawned distractedly, stretched, and then walked out of the bathroom. He glanced at his bunkmates again, still sleeping away. Liam, who was closest to him, turned over on his bunk.
Peter smiled at the youngster, and walked over to stand alongside his bed. He leaned over slightly, and feeling compelled, he gently kissed the younger boy on the corner of his mouth. Liam's eyes opened tiredly, and a small sleepy sigh left his lips. "Mm, morning mom..." he whispered, still coming out of his sleep.
His eyelids fluttered open then, and he gazed up sleepily at Peter. He seemed to remember where he was suddenly. "Was... Was that you?" he asked softly. Peter nodded quietly. Liam smiled up at him, remembering how his mother used to wake him that same way each morning. "Thanks." Liam whispered, and he raised his arms up in search of a hug.
Peter stooped again, and the two boys held each other warmly for a moment. When they pulled apart, Liam glanced around the room to see that the other boys were still sleeping.
"Come on..." Peter whispered, and grabbing Liam's pillow, he pulled the covers down and bade the other boy to follow him. They walked quietly back to Peter's bunk and grabbed up the pillow from it as well. Quietly he told Liam what he wanted to do. And that was to wake up the other boys with an early morning pillow attack.
Liam moved across the room toward Jason and Justin, and Peter hovered over Dylon's bunk. They nodded at each other, and then with a shout of "Lost Boys..." They began to rain down a flurry of pillow blows on their companions.
There was instant chaos around the room as the other boys were rudely awakened under the furious barrage. Peter had swiped at Dylon a number of times, pulling down the other boy's covers to his waist and pummeling him. Then he ran to help Liam with the twins. In moments the twins had leaped up to defend themselves, and all the boys, clad only in their underwear were flailing wildly at each other with downy soft pillows.
Well, all the boys but Dylon. He had pulled his covers back up, and continued to lay there, apparently unwilling to join the fray. The others hopped from bunk to bunk trading flurries and partners. It was a free for all... Finally Peter moved toward Dylon's bunk again.
"What? Afraid to join in are you?" He taunted.
"Go away..." Dylon muttered back tiredly. The other boys moved over to surround his bunk then.
"Come on..." Justin demanded. "Join us... Join the dark side or we will attack you." he warned.
"Go away. It's too early..." Dylon grumbled again, rather unconvincingly as he pulled the covers tightly around himself. The boys all grinned mischievously at each other, and without the need for any signal, they began to flail away with their pillows. Justin even grabbed the bed covers and yanked them all the way down.
Dylon was lying there, stark naked and sporting morning wood. The other boy's paused for only a second, and then laughing and hooting they started their rain of pillows again.
"Oh, it’s too early..." Justin mocked. "Not too early for a hard on though..." he laughed, along with the others. Dylon raised his bare arms and legs trying to fend off their attack, but even he knew it was useless.
"Alright you dorks..." He hollered, as he jumped up from his bunk, grabbing up his pillow as he did so. With his erection bouncing against his belly, his boyishly smooth sac swaying below, he began swinging his pillow wildly at the other boys.
The battle raged on for many minutes. There were no sides now, it was simply swing, and get swung on. Pillows flew, knocked out of hands, and soon it became more of a wrestling match. It didn't take but moments till suddenly three of the five were naked, as underwear was yanked unceremoniously down and off. Justin screeched, as his brother reefed upward on his underpants; another painful atomic wedgie, before he peeled them off.
After what seemed like forever, the battle ended. They lay strewn about, panting and sweating. Justin was lying naked on the floor, Jason and Liam were also in the buff, and lay sprawled across Jason's bunk. Peter was sitting on the floor with Dylon collapsed near him...
"That was kinda cool..." Jason panted, looking around the cabin. The room was a disheveled mess, with bedding, pillows, and clothing now scattered haphazardly about. They began to laugh. That wonderful youthful laugh of boys, truly enjoying the freedom of their adolescence... In the distance they could hear the morning bell, signaling that breakfast was being served.
The boys finally picked themselves up and straitened the room a bit, before each took a turn in the bathroom for a morning piss. Finally, and with some reluctance, they slipped into their clothing; a few of them even ran a comb through mussed hair, and then they rolled out of the cabin toward the cafeteria.
They gathered at their usual table, then took trays through the food line to fill their plates. Dylon, as usual piled an unseemly amount onto his plate; but as always, he downed every bite.
At the table the boys talked and laughed freely about the morning pillow battle. Justin demanded to know what Dylon had been dreaming about, that had caused his morning wood. Of course all the boys chided him about that; even though more than one boy boner had sprung up during the wrestling match which had followed.
They ate, and talked about their upcoming Kayak adventure, looking forward to camping out at the cove, and spending their last night together. And with that, the boys finished breakfast, and headed back to the cabin. Except for Peter, who had one last session scheduled with the counselor.
Connie wanted to have one last meeting with Peter, to be sure he was on the right track. He sat and listened as she doled out her sage advice to him, about moving on and finding his way, and blah, blah, blah... But the truth was, in spite of her words, Peter had found his own way, with the help of his friends.
He'd already figured these things out for himself. He was a bright kid, and just needed time for the wounds to heal. Even though it was his time at the retreat that had started that healing process. Ultimately, it was the connection with Dylon and Liam who had shown him that he was not alone. It just took some time, he thought to himself, just as the counselor stopped talking.
Peter left the office and headed back to join his companions at the cabin. He tossed a few things into his small backpack, and with the rest of the boys ready to go, they filtered out into the late morning sun and headed for the trail to the beach.
It was pushing eleven o’clock, and they hurried down the trail to meet Mr. Anderson at the water, where the kayaks were. As usual the twins scampered into the lead, chattering away at each other. Damn those kids could talk... The other three boys walked along together, laughing occasionally at the antics of the twins.
Finally they spilled out of the woods at the bottom of the trail and out onto the sand. The boys could see Andy (Mr. Anderson) up ahead by the small cabin. He had already pulled out and prepared five of the newest kayaks, and was just sealing one of the waterproof compartments on one of them.
"Morning Mr. Anderson." Jason called out, being the first to hit the beach.
"Ah, morning boys..." He replied with a friendly wave as he turned to greet them. The boys filed across the sand toward the colorful boats, each claiming one as they arrived.
"We're all ready to go." Dylon offered, as he claimed one of the bright yellow kayaks.
"Excellent." Andy replied. "Well, I've already shuttled most of the stuff over to the cove for you. Your tents are all set up, and the coolers are there filled with goodies for you." The resort owns all the property there, and really, the only access to it is from the water. So the place is all yours..."
"Cool..." the boys all beamed, looking happily at one another.
"You can pull up some stones on the beach for a fire pit. You boys know how to do all that I suppose.
"I do." Liam offered. "I was in the scouts for a few years."
"Good, good... Well like I said, there's food in the coolers, and some other supplies. You all remember your kayak lessons right?" The boys all nodded. "Fine then. I guess you're good to go..."
Andy moved over to the kayaks, and pulling on their life jackets, the boys each took hold of the one they'd chosen and dragged them the short distance to the inlet's edge. With the sun steaming down on a glorious summer day, the boys got in and edged out into the water, with Andy pushing the last boat out.
"Ok lads, be safe. Have fun. But not too much fun." He said, winking knowingly at them. "Peter, in the back compartment of your boat, there's a box with a radio in it, and matches for you fire. Call if you need anything, or have any difficulties.
"Yeah, thanks." Peter waved back. The boys maneuvered the kayaks out a ways from the shore, and with a final wave back, they began paddling up the coastline. The boys chatted and laughed, splashed at each other and joked while they continued up the sound.
It took about thirty minutes, but they finally came around to what appeared to be the narrow inlet carved into the beach. "Is this it?" Liam questioned.
"I think so." Peter answered. "Andy said it was the first inlet we'd come to after the point. Let's paddle in and see." The boys turned the kayaks shoreward into the small channel of an opening. It curved around a bit, and then they could see the open sands that lay beyond.
Tucked well in, they could now see a great crescent moon shaped beach, with two, colorful three man tents set up on the sand. "Whoa... Look at that." Jason intoned.
"Oh awesome." Dylon beamed at the sight of it. At the far end of the beach, a stream was flowing down through the trees, spilling into the waters of the inlet and forming a nearly enclosed freshwater pool, protected by the sand spit. The entire beach was bathed in morning sun, and the boys all grinned at one another as they beached the kayaks.
Hopping out, they pulled the boats well up onto the sand in a single row. With big grins they all ran up the sand toward the two tents. Dylon had already shed his life jacket and had pulled his shirt off as he looked around the cove. "This is so cool..." he said.
All the boys looked around a bit before poking their heads into the tents. Inside, were three coolers, and some folding beach seats; all of which they hauled outside and placed between the two tents. Opening one of the coolers, Justin found some icy cold bottled water; he grabbed up several of them and tossed them to anyone who wanted one.
"This is gonna be fun..." Jason remarked. "What do you guys wanna' do first?"
"Well, first we should set up a fire pit." Dylon suggested. The boys agreed, and near the edge of the beach near the stream, they found some stones to ring the fire pit with. Likely not needed on the sand, but, it made it feel more official. The boys worked together building a respectable fire pit, and then found that Andy had also left them a dozen or so large, split cedar logs. Perfect firewood. They spent a little time gathering kindling, piling it near the wood.
"We're good to go guys..." Liam declared, as he finished setting up the kindling in the hole, and then placed several pieces of firewood, tented over the top of it. He brushed loose sand from his hands and looked at the others.
"I'm gettin' kind of hot." Jason declared. "Anybody wanna' go for a swim?" he asked.
"Way ahead of you." Dylon called from behind one of the tents, and they all turned to look at him. He was standing there wearing a big grin, and nothing else. With a boyish laugh, he turned and bolted for the freshwater pool. Quick grins were exchanged by the other boys, and they all began shedding shirts and shorts.
In moments Peter and the others were racing naked across the sand to join their friend, who was already chest deep in it. The free spirited youths all ran or dove into the pool, whooping and hollering as they swam and horsed about, tackling one another, and cavorting in the wonderful coolness of the fresh water.
Liam crawled up onto Peters back, climbing up to sit on his shoulders, and gleefully challenged the others to a chicken fight. Justin quickly teamed up with Dylon, straddling his shoulders in the same manner. Standing in waist deep water, with Liam atop of him, Peter held onto Liam's feet and charged the other boys.
They came together in the water, tangling arms, they pushed, pulled and twisted trying to topple the other two. They jousted and spilled one another over and over with great splashes, hooting boyishly at each conquest. The boys changed riders, and teams; naked boys, glistening with wetness in the sunshine and enjoying this unfettered freedom.
The boys played tirelessly for the longest of times, until so spent with the physical activity, that the group had to crawl out of the natural pool to lay out, or sit on the warm sand to rest. These are the rare days of boyhood, to be sure. Virtually the only time in a person’s life when they are free, and inclined to be; just a boy.
And so, the naked youngsters lay out innocently, unashamed and gleaming in the summer sun. Dylon propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at his companions. He couldn't help but look at the smooth naked boys lying peacefully, only a few yards away him. Being gay, this seemed like a glorious fantasy to him. If there was a heaven, this was certainly it...
He looked over at Jason, who was lying face down, not that far from him on the sand. His arms were folded up under his head, and Dylon swallowed hard, as his eyes traced the smooth lean curves of the other boy's fine naked body. From his tanned shoulders, down to his slim waist, to the two pale, untanned globes of his rounded buttocks; which curved invitingly downward to his thighs. It wasn't a surprise then, when Dylon's boyhood began to respond accordingly.
So much had happened between these boys in the last few days, that it didn't really embarrass him to lay there in front of them with a mild erection. And all of the boys had been so totally accepting of him being gay, that now he simply lay back in the sand, and closed his eyes, letting his thoughts wander, and his boyhood stiffen to its full glory.
One by one, warmed by the sun, three of the boys got to their feet, and wandered back across the sand spit toward the tents, to get some of the water bottles from the coolers, and sit in the beach chairs. Dylon however, continued to lay where he was, still lost in own his thoughts.
But a sudden shadow blocked the sun from his eyes, and he opened them to see Justin suddenly standing at his side. The other boy grinned down at him, and then quite surprisingly he stepped forward, and with one leg on either side of Dylon, smiling curiously at him. He knelt down straddling him, suddenly sitting back with his wet butt cheeks settling directly on top of Dylon's stiffened boyhood.
Dylon's eyes widened; a slow, more than curious smile spreading his lips. "What are you doing?" he asked in soft, low tones as Justin continued to grin at him.
"I was just kinda wondering if... Well..." He looked back to be sure the other boys were still back by the tents. "If you wanted to mess around a little."
"What? What do you mean by, 'mess around'?" Dylon smiled slyly. Justin smiled back, and began wiggling his hips on top of the other boy’s firm rubbery stick.
"You know what I mean." Justin intoned. Dylon's stiff link was firmly pinned down between the other boys wet butt cheeks, and the rocking motion sent shivers through him, as Justin continued to rock playfully against him.
Dylon smiled up at him, and Justin began sliding his hips forward and back now, virtually masturbating Dylon with his fleshy buttocks. The older boy groaned happily, and reaching out he wrapped his own fingertips around Justin's stiff little peg. He began stroking the younger boy, who continued to wriggle erotically on top of him.
In a few minutes, both boys were cooing contentedly. Their eyes closed, both so caught up in the joyous feelings that they were oblivious to anything else that was around them. Dylon began moaning now, and he quickened his pace on the other boy's pickle, as if it were his own. His legs began to twitch, and squirm about in the sand, as Justin intensified his humping motions.
Both boys were moaning now, and Justin lay his weight forward, placing his hands on Dylon's shoulders for balance. His butt crack was wet with sweat, and boy juice which had already leaked from Dylon's overly excited spike... "Oh fuck, that feels so good..." Justin moaned.
The other boy groaned as well as the stimulation became critical; Dylon’s thighs were taut with adrenalin, his toes wiggled and spread as his insides began to boil over. "Oh fuuukkk…” he grunted, a breathy moan gurgling from his throat as his balls let loose a spasm of boy chowder. The creamy hot goo gushed out sloppily into Justin's wet butt crack, jetting out and smearing the underside of the younger boy's dangling testicles. Another hot pulse... A rush of warm boy seed...
Justin could feel the sticky hot mess wash over his underside, and it excited him so much that it pushed his own orgasm right to, and over the edge. His climax roared through his loins like a train on fire. And the biggest surprise of all, his young cock spat several small glistening squirts of clear sticky juice up onto Dylon's flat tummy...
He shuddered, his eyes wide with surprise, as he witnessed, his first ever liquid ejaculation. He slumped forward over Dylon, almost disbelieving his own eyes. Justin had finally cum. For real, for the first time. He grinned drunkenly at Dylon, who smiled happily back at him. They remained motionless for several moments, until they heard a rising noise around them. Both boys opened their eyes at the sound.
There was clapping. They looked back to see the other three boys, standing there just behind them, all of them with huge grins on their faces, and all mockingly applauding the performance they'd just witnessed.
Dylon and Justin had both been so lost in the pleasure of sexual stimulation that neither had seen the other boys walk up behind them, drawn by the loud boisterous moans the two boys had been making. Both boys colored now with embarrassment...
"Uh... Thank you." Was the only thing Dylon could think of to respond to the applause. "Thank you very much. The next show will begin, uh, as soon as I can get it up again..." He shook his head incredulously, with an embarrassed laugh.
The other boys all laughed loudly, and one by one they turned to walk back to the tents, leaving Dylon and Justin to get over their embarrassment, and to jump back into the freshwater pool to refresh themselves, and rinse off the sand and spunk which stuck to their sweaty bodies.
"Fuck... I can't believe we just did that in front of them." Dylon mumbled.
"Ah... What the hell. We've all messed around together." Justin replied. "And besides, we're the ones who had all the fun. For the first time I’m not the one who missed out… All those dipwads got, was boned up watching us." He smiled, then slipped below the water’s surface, letting the cool water wash his hair back off his forehead.
When finally they returned to the tents, the other boys all joked with them of course; but the truth was, they were all a bit horny now, having watched such an erotic demonstration unfold on the sand. Jason dipped into one of the coolers, and pulling out two more bottles of cold water, he tossed one to his brother, and one to Dylon.
They all sat around chatting causally for a while, and eventually Jason asked if anyone else wanted to take the Kayaks out for a bit. His brother hopped up eagerly, and Dylon also wanted to go. The three boys pulled their boats back into the inlet and settled into them, then paddled out together into the bay. Each boy had donned a life jacket, but none of them had bothered to put any clothes back on; after all, they were in a remote area, and when would they ever get the chance to be so free spirited again?!
Liam and Peter remained behind, sitting side by side on the beach chairs, watching the other boys paddle off along the shoreline. They finished their bottled waters, and resealed the bag of chips they’d been munching on, putting it back into one of the coolers.
“So, whatcha’ wanna’ do?” Liam asked, glancing at Peter.
“Oh, I don’t know. We’ll think of something…” Peter answered suggestively, with a mischievous glance back at the other boy. Liam raised his eyebrows with a curious smile of his own.
“Oh? Just what kind of a boy do you think I am?” Liam asked playfully.
“The fun kind.” Peter declared. “You wanna’ go explore a little bit?” He asked, as he stood up and slipped into his flip flops.
“We could do that.” Liam agreed. “I guess. I mean, I thought you were talking about something else,”
“I was.” Peter grinned back at him. “Come on.” He reached down and took Liam by the wrist, pulling him up from the beach chair. Peter slipped into a pair of board shorts, and Liam did the same, then grabbed a pair of ‘aqua-sox’ from his things, and slipped them onto his feet. At the same time, Peter grabbed up a couple of towels and a few other things for them, and when they were ready, Peter led the way across the sand to the edge of the woods, where the creek filtered down to the beach forming the freshwater pool.
They walked upward into the trees, staying in the middle of the stream for the most part as they worked their way up the slight incline. The sound of the stream seemed louder just ahead. “Where we going anyway?” Liam wondered.
“Just a bit further I think. Mr. Anderson told me there was a little waterfall a few hundred yards up from the beach. I thought we could check it out, ok?” They continued on their short trek, and in a few minutes, the increasing sound of running water told them that they were getting close.
At last they saw the small boiling froth of the waterfall. The falls were only about fifteen feet in height, and just over half as wide, but it splashed down over the rocks, forming a little tub of a pool at the bottom, then drained downward toward the beach.
“Cool…” Liam issued appraisingly. The boys continued up to the base of the falls, and after setting their towels aside, they looked at one another, then slipped out of their shorts, and walked carefully over the slick rocks to stand under cascading water.
“This is amazing…” Liam said.
“I know, right?!” Peter agreed. The water rained down on them, splashing over their bodies and spraying out in all directions. They found that if they stepped back a pace, the water streamed in front of them like a sparkling liquid curtain. They smiled boyishly at one another, and then Peter held up a small bottle of body wash that he’d brought up with them. “Thought we might have one last shower together.” He grinned.
Standing behind the curtain of water, he squirted some of the gel into his hand, and then reaching out with an impish smile, he began smearing it over his young friend’s bare shoulders.
Liam looked at him with a tender smile, and stood docilely, enjoying Peter’s gently massaging hands, as the older boy proceeded to explore and wash him dutifully. Peter took his time, bathing the younger boy diligently, enjoying the feel of Liam’s soft smooth skin. His hands traced over every boyishly supple curve, every rise and fall of flesh.
Reaching lower, Peter’s soap slickened fingers played across Liam’s soft boy parts. He cradled the pliant genitals, cupped them in his hand, washing them with tender loving care and curious wonder, as Liam closed his eyes, and rolled his head backward, thoroughly enjoying the gentle fondling of his personal jewels.
Peter continued to finger him gently, sliding his fingers playfully over the boy’s testicles, and softly between his legs to the fleshy area behind his sagging scrotum. “Mmmm….” Liam breathed, his youthful tuber beginning to respond. It plumped slowly in Peter’s fingers, coming alive in the form of a warm rubbery peg.
Peter shifted his position then, stepping in front of the younger boy. He slid his hands around Liam’s thin waist, gently washing his sides and the small of his back. Stepping forward now, his soapy hands lowered, till he was cupping the supple bulbs of Liam’s firm buttocks. “Oh…. Oh shit….” Liam groaned, as Peter spread him gently, running his fingers between the boy’s meaty globes, his middle finger straying across the moist warmth of his soft pink pucker. “That’s so nice.” Liam mumbled, almost incoherently.
Their bodies pressed together now, as Peter’s hands slid upward to the small of Liam’s back, then back down once again. Their groins settled together, and Liam could feel Peter’s semi soft boyhood begin to stiffen appreciably, and shift upward between them. He lay his head forward, resting it for a moment against the older boy.
“Why does this feel so nice…” Liam wondered aloud, a rhetorical question. Liam wasn’t gay, and he knew it. But still… This rare intimacy felt so wonderful to the lonely twelve year old. So needed. And after a long moment, Liam pulled back, and smiled wondrously up at Peter. Breaking their hug, he reached down to the rocks and grabbed up the bottle of body wash, squeezing a healthy glob of it into his hand.
“Your turn.” He said, and with a gentle playfulness, he set about washing his older companion. A sensual, slow handed, soapy massage; tactilely and curiously exploring every inch of his friend’s supple, boy flesh. From head to toe, from front to back, every bump, every rise and every crevice. He grabbed onto Peter’s semi hard penis.
“We could do more if you want.” Liam offered. “I could jack you off...” he offered. Peter smiled softly at him.
“Maybe later on...” Peter countered. “To be honest, it feels kinda’ nice just doing this.” Liam nodded, then finished his task, standing behind Peter. He pulled himself into the other boy, wanting to just hug him from behind, to feel the physical connection between them. His boyish penis settled naturally into the crease of Peter’s bum, fitting there as if by design. “I never knew anything could feel this nice…” he breathed softly into the older boy’s back.
Peter turned around then, and facing the other boy they simply held onto one another for a long moment, each enjoying the meaningful embrace. After a time, the boys stepped forward under the waterfall again, letting it stream over them and rinse them clean.
Afterwards, they crept back across the slippery rocks to their towels, and when they’d dried off and climbed back into their shorts, the boys headed back down the stream to the beach and inlet below. They could see that Dylon and the twins were on their way back as well, paddling the kayaks in near the mouth of the cove, and it wasn’t long before all the boys had joined each other near the tents.
Hungry now, the group put together a quick lunch, with some of the food and snacks that Mr. Anderson had stuffed into the coolers for them; and the rest of the afternoon they played, and swam and took the kayaks out into the Sound again, tipping and dumping one another into the water. It turned out that one of the coolers was loaded with small water balloons. Another little surprise from Andy, and it made for an epic water fight as they ran and played along the sandy shoreline.
The day went by far too quickly of course, and as dusk settled in the boys built up a roaring fire in the pit they’d prepared. They sat around the flames on the beach chairs, and roasted up some cheesy brats on sticks; which they grubbed down with several large cans of bar-b-cued bake beans. And of course how could you end an evening on the beach without roasting marshmallows on the same sticks. Another thoughtful offering from Andy.
It had been a great day, and a fitting way to finish a successful ten days at the retreat. Though the boys may not have been aware of it, all of them had come out the better for it. Peter and Liam had finally begun to deal with the loss of parents. Dylon had found the strength to unburden himself, and ‘come out’ to his new friends, if not those back home. And the twins had needed the chance to get away from home, giving their parents time to work out marital issues.
Long into the evening the boys sat around the fire talking and laughing; sharing stories, and these fleeting bonds of boyhood. At one point Peter got up to pee, and when he came back he managed to get Liam’s attention, and then snuck into one of the tents with him, zipping down the flaps.
It was awhile before the others noticed; but Dylon finally caught on. He smiled softly to himself, then looked over at the twins. “Come on lost boys… It’s time to have some fun.” He reached into one of the coolers and grabbed up several of the vanilla flavored pudding cups he’d seen there.
“What are those for?” Jason asked.
“Oh… You’ll see…” Dylon promised. “You’ll see.” The twins grinned, then crawled into the other tent with him, zipping down the flaps behind them.
The three boys spent a long time messing around together in the tent. The twins were happy to have someone else to play with sexually, and Dylon’s foreskin was certainly a welcome novelty. Besides, they had done just about all the experimenting that they could with one another. And as for Dylon, well… How many sexual fantasies are fulfilled by being with twins?! I mean, come on… It was a rare treat at best; made all the better by Dylon’s creative use of the pudding cups…
While the youthful orgy was going on in the one tent, Peter and Liam were having a more intimate experience. The two young boys were sharing each other’s innocence. They had quickly stripped off their shorts, and cuddled on top of the sleeping bags, sharing intimate, yet boyishly innocent kisses, and curiously exploring each other’s nakedness.
“This has all been so amazing.” Liam said, as he rolled on top of Peter, and looked him in the eyes. “I can’t wait till I get to come over to your house and spend the week with you.”
“I know.” Peter returned. “That’s gonna’ be really fun for sure.” Liam smiled at him again.
“Can I show you something?” Liam asked suddenly, with a gleam in his eyes.
“Sure.” Peter responded curiously. The younger boy smiled at him again, then slid himself downward, and without another word, he took hold of Peter’s semi hard boyhood. With a timid glance up at him, he slipped it into his mouth.
Peter was stunned by the sudden move, and Liam began to suck him, quickly bringing him to full hardness. The younger boy pulled off for a moment, to draw down Peter’s loose foreskin, and then he started licking sensuously around the gleaming purple cap. “Ohhhh man…. Oh man.” Peter mumbled, wildly aroused and pleasantly surprised by this most unexpected act. “Where’d you learn to do that?” Peter sighed contentedly.
“The twins…” Liam grinned, pulling off for a moment. His tongue probed at Peter’s slit again, washing over the swollen cap with his taste buds, and then he plunged down its length, bobbing up and down with divine purpose. Peter winced, feeling the raw pleasure of it, and within a minute his dick twitched, leaking a pearly droplet of precum.
“Mmm…” Liam mumbled over a mouthful of dick, as he tasted the sweet dribble on his tongue. He slid down the tumescent shaft again, eagerly swallowing Peter’s four and a half inch boy sausage. Peter jerked again, his butt cheeks clenching as his young friend worked his boy pole.
It didn’t last long. How could it? A twelve year old has little experience to practice such restraint, and Peter couldn’t hold back any longer, “Stop… Stop…” he groaned at Liam. But the younger boy was committed to the task. He felt Peter’s boyhood expand in his mouth, and then the warm rush of fluid erupted there, spilling over his tongue. He swallowed what he could, before pulling off to watch the last of the slimy seed roll from the older boy’s purple nozzle.
Peter finally opened his eyes a few moments later, just as Liam cuddled up warmly against him. “Did you like that?” Liam wondered hopefully.
“Did I like it?” Peter croaked. “Fuckin-a dude…. Give me a minute, and you can judge for yourself. True to his word, several minutes later Peter returned the favor in spades. Both boys were more than happy to add this experience to their sexual resumes. It was certainly a wild night on that beach. Five anxiously pubescent boys, all coming of age and eager to explore these greatest, most enjoyable mysteries of adolescence.
And Peter… Peter would share may other experiences with his new friends in the weeks and months to come. Boyhood oft times builds those lifelong friends. And there are no friends like the ones you come of age with.
Later that night, as sleep swept them all away to their own versions of Neverland, Peter had an odd dream there in the tent. In his dream, he stood again like the boy from his book, Peter Pan. With hands on naked hips, standing defiantly on the railing of a pirate ship, and looking out over his band of naked lost boys. His nemeses, Captain Hook looked at him with distain.
“Oh that’s just bad form Peter.” Captain Hook stated in the dream, “Boys running ‘round naked for all the world to see.” But Peter merely smiled back at him.
“It’s bad form if you’ve grown old, and forgotten the innocence of your youth.” Peter returned defiantly.
“You’ll grow old too, one day.” Hook spat back at him. But Peter only shook his head.
“Perhaps. But to grow old will be an awfully big adventure.” Peter grinned, “But not today. Today belongs to the lost boys…”
~~ Finish ~~
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 enjoyed this coming of age tale. It is a Boy's duty, to explore, experiment, and enjoy with curious wonder, this precious time of adolescent change. Where every experience is new, and nothing is off the table. Enjoy it boys, before adulthood steals you away....
Also, stay tuned for more new stories from About A Boy
I really appreciate your reading my stories, and offering up your comments... I truly hope that you continue to enjoy them, and just maybe, find something of your own similar boyhood memories mixed into it as well... Childhood was a wonderfully innocent time, and it should always remain so...
Warning; This story contains sexual content, and contact between young boys around the ages of 11-13, and in the cusp of puberty and exploration. A coming of age tale, if you will. If this type of subject matter offends you, or is not to your tastes, or, if it is inappropriate for you due to laws in your area, then please find something else to read. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy this, and my other offerings.
Story written and posted by: About A Boy.
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**Excerpt from previous chapter;
**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...**
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It had been a long ten days, yet at the same time it seemed to have flown by as quickly as the warm summer wind. Peter had made some wonderful friends, whom he would never forget. And two of the boys, Dylon and Liam, he would continue to see, even after the summer retreat was over.
After all, Dylon didn't live all that far from him back home. And even Liam was a mere half hour's drive by car. In fact, Peter had already arranged with his Aunt to have Liam come and spend some time with him in a few weeks.
Today though, was the last full day at the retreat; and Wednesday they would all be heading back to their respective homes shortly after the noon hour. But the boys planned to make the most of their last day, and night together.
Since the boys had found the stolen Kayaks, and had helped catch the teenagers who had been responsible; the retreat, and Mr. Anderson in particular had made special arrangements as a reward for the boys.
They would be allowed to Kayak up the shoreline to a rather secluded inlet, with its own private beach area. Mr. Anderson was fixing them up with a couple of nice tents, sleeping bags, and a cooler filled with food and drink, so the boys could spend their last night camping in the cove. It was going to be more than fun, and the boys knew that it likely would be the last time they'd all be together as a group, so they were looking forward to the day ahead.
It was still early Tuesday morning, and while the other boys were all still sleeping, Peter lay on his bunk at the back of the cabin. He was rereading various sections from his book, 'Peter and the Pirates'.
It was funny how perspectives change. Now that he'd opened up with Dylon and Liam about his parents dying, now that he'd been honest with himself about it, well, some of the things in his book seemed to take on different meaning.
Previously, being a lost boy, meant never having to face the painful issues in his life. He could hide within the fantasy, and escape to a place where things didn't hurt. Now though... Now it meant there was strength in numbers. That standing with friends, you could meet those challenges, and find a way through them... He smiled softly to himself.
He closed the book and lay it alongside him, propping himself up on his elbows to look around the cabin at his friends. His own little band of lost boys. He looked at each of them in turn, as he recalled little things about each of them.
The twins, Justin and Jason were both funny eleven year olds. Full of humor and endless energy, always bickering playfully between themselves, clearly in tune with each others thoughts and goofy humor... Peter chuckled to himself as he thought about how identical their naked bodies looked. A reflection of one another...
He looked toward Dylon, his first real friend. The boy who had carried his own secrets and fears; finally revealing himself to be gay. Peter had shared his very first sexual encounter with him, another boy. There would always be a special friendship between them. A bond of trust.
And of course there was Liam. Another of the twelve year olds, though he had just turned that age, and he seemed much younger. Like Peter, he had lost his parents, and he was just trying to find his place in this world. Liam, like everyone else, just wanted to fit in someplace. To be loved, and accepted.
Peter thought about his book again. The story of Peter Pan, a young boy who didn't want to grow up, wanting to stay young and innocent forever. To be in a place where you could pretend the realities of the world couldn't touch you. Hurt you. A place where Peter didn't have to think about his parents dying in an accident. Where he could pretend that one day, they would come back...
He sighed then, and looked around the room once more at his companions. This carefree time would likely be the last time he would ever spend in his own version of Neverland. He could feel the sting in his eyes just a little. His parents were gone. Gone. It was time to face that reality.
Tossing aside his bedcovers, he slipped off his bunk and padded barefoot across the cool wooden floor to the bathroom. Peter washed his face in the small sink, and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. The boy who looked back at him already seemed older somehow. Still an innocent and sweet; but older. There was still a loneliness in those eyes, but perhaps they didn't seem as lost as they had been.
He shook his head and moved over in front of the toilet, hooking his thumb into the waistband of his underwear, he pulled them down in front and fished out his youthful boyhood. He stood for a moment fingering himself, finally letting the warm golden stream of piss drain from his soft tube.
When he'd finished, he milked the last few drops from himself, and let his foreskin slide back into place. He yawned distractedly, stretched, and then walked out of the bathroom. He glanced at his bunkmates again, still sleeping away. Liam, who was closest to him, turned over on his bunk.
Peter smiled at the youngster, and walked over to stand alongside his bed. He leaned over slightly, and feeling compelled, he gently kissed the younger boy on the corner of his mouth. Liam's eyes opened tiredly, and a small sleepy sigh left his lips. "Mm, morning mom..." he whispered, still coming out of his sleep.
His eyelids fluttered open then, and he gazed up sleepily at Peter. He seemed to remember where he was suddenly. "Was... Was that you?" he asked softly. Peter nodded quietly. Liam smiled up at him, remembering how his mother used to wake him that same way each morning. "Thanks." Liam whispered, and he raised his arms up in search of a hug.
Peter stooped again, and the two boys held each other warmly for a moment. When they pulled apart, Liam glanced around the room to see that the other boys were still sleeping.
"Come on..." Peter whispered, and grabbing Liam's pillow, he pulled the covers down and bade the other boy to follow him. They walked quietly back to Peter's bunk and grabbed up the pillow from it as well. Quietly he told Liam what he wanted to do. And that was to wake up the other boys with an early morning pillow attack.
Liam moved across the room toward Jason and Justin, and Peter hovered over Dylon's bunk. They nodded at each other, and then with a shout of "Lost Boys..." They began to rain down a flurry of pillow blows on their companions.
There was instant chaos around the room as the other boys were rudely awakened under the furious barrage. Peter had swiped at Dylon a number of times, pulling down the other boy's covers to his waist and pummeling him. Then he ran to help Liam with the twins. In moments the twins had leaped up to defend themselves, and all the boys, clad only in their underwear were flailing wildly at each other with downy soft pillows.
Well, all the boys but Dylon. He had pulled his covers back up, and continued to lay there, apparently unwilling to join the fray. The others hopped from bunk to bunk trading flurries and partners. It was a free for all... Finally Peter moved toward Dylon's bunk again.
"What? Afraid to join in are you?" He taunted.
"Go away..." Dylon muttered back tiredly. The other boys moved over to surround his bunk then.
"Come on..." Justin demanded. "Join us... Join the dark side or we will attack you." he warned.
"Go away. It's too early..." Dylon grumbled again, rather unconvincingly as he pulled the covers tightly around himself. The boys all grinned mischievously at each other, and without the need for any signal, they began to flail away with their pillows. Justin even grabbed the bed covers and yanked them all the way down.
Dylon was lying there, stark naked and sporting morning wood. The other boy's paused for only a second, and then laughing and hooting they started their rain of pillows again.
"Oh, it’s too early..." Justin mocked. "Not too early for a hard on though..." he laughed, along with the others. Dylon raised his bare arms and legs trying to fend off their attack, but even he knew it was useless.
"Alright you dorks..." He hollered, as he jumped up from his bunk, grabbing up his pillow as he did so. With his erection bouncing against his belly, his boyishly smooth sac swaying below, he began swinging his pillow wildly at the other boys.
The battle raged on for many minutes. There were no sides now, it was simply swing, and get swung on. Pillows flew, knocked out of hands, and soon it became more of a wrestling match. It didn't take but moments till suddenly three of the five were naked, as underwear was yanked unceremoniously down and off. Justin screeched, as his brother reefed upward on his underpants; another painful atomic wedgie, before he peeled them off.
After what seemed like forever, the battle ended. They lay strewn about, panting and sweating. Justin was lying naked on the floor, Jason and Liam were also in the buff, and lay sprawled across Jason's bunk. Peter was sitting on the floor with Dylon collapsed near him...
"That was kinda cool..." Jason panted, looking around the cabin. The room was a disheveled mess, with bedding, pillows, and clothing now scattered haphazardly about. They began to laugh. That wonderful youthful laugh of boys, truly enjoying the freedom of their adolescence... In the distance they could hear the morning bell, signaling that breakfast was being served.
The boys finally picked themselves up and straitened the room a bit, before each took a turn in the bathroom for a morning piss. Finally, and with some reluctance, they slipped into their clothing; a few of them even ran a comb through mussed hair, and then they rolled out of the cabin toward the cafeteria.
They gathered at their usual table, then took trays through the food line to fill their plates. Dylon, as usual piled an unseemly amount onto his plate; but as always, he downed every bite.
At the table the boys talked and laughed freely about the morning pillow battle. Justin demanded to know what Dylon had been dreaming about, that had caused his morning wood. Of course all the boys chided him about that; even though more than one boy boner had sprung up during the wrestling match which had followed.
They ate, and talked about their upcoming Kayak adventure, looking forward to camping out at the cove, and spending their last night together. And with that, the boys finished breakfast, and headed back to the cabin. Except for Peter, who had one last session scheduled with the counselor.
Connie wanted to have one last meeting with Peter, to be sure he was on the right track. He sat and listened as she doled out her sage advice to him, about moving on and finding his way, and blah, blah, blah... But the truth was, in spite of her words, Peter had found his own way, with the help of his friends.
He'd already figured these things out for himself. He was a bright kid, and just needed time for the wounds to heal. Even though it was his time at the retreat that had started that healing process. Ultimately, it was the connection with Dylon and Liam who had shown him that he was not alone. It just took some time, he thought to himself, just as the counselor stopped talking.
Peter left the office and headed back to join his companions at the cabin. He tossed a few things into his small backpack, and with the rest of the boys ready to go, they filtered out into the late morning sun and headed for the trail to the beach.
It was pushing eleven o’clock, and they hurried down the trail to meet Mr. Anderson at the water, where the kayaks were. As usual the twins scampered into the lead, chattering away at each other. Damn those kids could talk... The other three boys walked along together, laughing occasionally at the antics of the twins.
Finally they spilled out of the woods at the bottom of the trail and out onto the sand. The boys could see Andy (Mr. Anderson) up ahead by the small cabin. He had already pulled out and prepared five of the newest kayaks, and was just sealing one of the waterproof compartments on one of them.
"Morning Mr. Anderson." Jason called out, being the first to hit the beach.
"Ah, morning boys..." He replied with a friendly wave as he turned to greet them. The boys filed across the sand toward the colorful boats, each claiming one as they arrived.
"We're all ready to go." Dylon offered, as he claimed one of the bright yellow kayaks.
"Excellent." Andy replied. "Well, I've already shuttled most of the stuff over to the cove for you. Your tents are all set up, and the coolers are there filled with goodies for you." The resort owns all the property there, and really, the only access to it is from the water. So the place is all yours..."
"Cool..." the boys all beamed, looking happily at one another.
"You can pull up some stones on the beach for a fire pit. You boys know how to do all that I suppose.
"I do." Liam offered. "I was in the scouts for a few years."
"Good, good... Well like I said, there's food in the coolers, and some other supplies. You all remember your kayak lessons right?" The boys all nodded. "Fine then. I guess you're good to go..."
Andy moved over to the kayaks, and pulling on their life jackets, the boys each took hold of the one they'd chosen and dragged them the short distance to the inlet's edge. With the sun steaming down on a glorious summer day, the boys got in and edged out into the water, with Andy pushing the last boat out.
"Ok lads, be safe. Have fun. But not too much fun." He said, winking knowingly at them. "Peter, in the back compartment of your boat, there's a box with a radio in it, and matches for you fire. Call if you need anything, or have any difficulties.
"Yeah, thanks." Peter waved back. The boys maneuvered the kayaks out a ways from the shore, and with a final wave back, they began paddling up the coastline. The boys chatted and laughed, splashed at each other and joked while they continued up the sound.
It took about thirty minutes, but they finally came around to what appeared to be the narrow inlet carved into the beach. "Is this it?" Liam questioned.
"I think so." Peter answered. "Andy said it was the first inlet we'd come to after the point. Let's paddle in and see." The boys turned the kayaks shoreward into the small channel of an opening. It curved around a bit, and then they could see the open sands that lay beyond.
Tucked well in, they could now see a great crescent moon shaped beach, with two, colorful three man tents set up on the sand. "Whoa... Look at that." Jason intoned.
"Oh awesome." Dylon beamed at the sight of it. At the far end of the beach, a stream was flowing down through the trees, spilling into the waters of the inlet and forming a nearly enclosed freshwater pool, protected by the sand spit. The entire beach was bathed in morning sun, and the boys all grinned at one another as they beached the kayaks.
Hopping out, they pulled the boats well up onto the sand in a single row. With big grins they all ran up the sand toward the two tents. Dylon had already shed his life jacket and had pulled his shirt off as he looked around the cove. "This is so cool..." he said.
All the boys looked around a bit before poking their heads into the tents. Inside, were three coolers, and some folding beach seats; all of which they hauled outside and placed between the two tents. Opening one of the coolers, Justin found some icy cold bottled water; he grabbed up several of them and tossed them to anyone who wanted one.
"This is gonna be fun..." Jason remarked. "What do you guys wanna' do first?"
"Well, first we should set up a fire pit." Dylon suggested. The boys agreed, and near the edge of the beach near the stream, they found some stones to ring the fire pit with. Likely not needed on the sand, but, it made it feel more official. The boys worked together building a respectable fire pit, and then found that Andy had also left them a dozen or so large, split cedar logs. Perfect firewood. They spent a little time gathering kindling, piling it near the wood.
"We're good to go guys..." Liam declared, as he finished setting up the kindling in the hole, and then placed several pieces of firewood, tented over the top of it. He brushed loose sand from his hands and looked at the others.
"I'm gettin' kind of hot." Jason declared. "Anybody wanna' go for a swim?" he asked.
"Way ahead of you." Dylon called from behind one of the tents, and they all turned to look at him. He was standing there wearing a big grin, and nothing else. With a boyish laugh, he turned and bolted for the freshwater pool. Quick grins were exchanged by the other boys, and they all began shedding shirts and shorts.
In moments Peter and the others were racing naked across the sand to join their friend, who was already chest deep in it. The free spirited youths all ran or dove into the pool, whooping and hollering as they swam and horsed about, tackling one another, and cavorting in the wonderful coolness of the fresh water.
Liam crawled up onto Peters back, climbing up to sit on his shoulders, and gleefully challenged the others to a chicken fight. Justin quickly teamed up with Dylon, straddling his shoulders in the same manner. Standing in waist deep water, with Liam atop of him, Peter held onto Liam's feet and charged the other boys.
They came together in the water, tangling arms, they pushed, pulled and twisted trying to topple the other two. They jousted and spilled one another over and over with great splashes, hooting boyishly at each conquest. The boys changed riders, and teams; naked boys, glistening with wetness in the sunshine and enjoying this unfettered freedom.
The boys played tirelessly for the longest of times, until so spent with the physical activity, that the group had to crawl out of the natural pool to lay out, or sit on the warm sand to rest. These are the rare days of boyhood, to be sure. Virtually the only time in a person’s life when they are free, and inclined to be; just a boy.
And so, the naked youngsters lay out innocently, unashamed and gleaming in the summer sun. Dylon propped himself up on his elbows and looked over at his companions. He couldn't help but look at the smooth naked boys lying peacefully, only a few yards away him. Being gay, this seemed like a glorious fantasy to him. If there was a heaven, this was certainly it...
He looked over at Jason, who was lying face down, not that far from him on the sand. His arms were folded up under his head, and Dylon swallowed hard, as his eyes traced the smooth lean curves of the other boy's fine naked body. From his tanned shoulders, down to his slim waist, to the two pale, untanned globes of his rounded buttocks; which curved invitingly downward to his thighs. It wasn't a surprise then, when Dylon's boyhood began to respond accordingly.
So much had happened between these boys in the last few days, that it didn't really embarrass him to lay there in front of them with a mild erection. And all of the boys had been so totally accepting of him being gay, that now he simply lay back in the sand, and closed his eyes, letting his thoughts wander, and his boyhood stiffen to its full glory.
One by one, warmed by the sun, three of the boys got to their feet, and wandered back across the sand spit toward the tents, to get some of the water bottles from the coolers, and sit in the beach chairs. Dylon however, continued to lay where he was, still lost in own his thoughts.
But a sudden shadow blocked the sun from his eyes, and he opened them to see Justin suddenly standing at his side. The other boy grinned down at him, and then quite surprisingly he stepped forward, and with one leg on either side of Dylon, smiling curiously at him. He knelt down straddling him, suddenly sitting back with his wet butt cheeks settling directly on top of Dylon's stiffened boyhood.
Dylon's eyes widened; a slow, more than curious smile spreading his lips. "What are you doing?" he asked in soft, low tones as Justin continued to grin at him.
"I was just kinda wondering if... Well..." He looked back to be sure the other boys were still back by the tents. "If you wanted to mess around a little."
"What? What do you mean by, 'mess around'?" Dylon smiled slyly. Justin smiled back, and began wiggling his hips on top of the other boy’s firm rubbery stick.
"You know what I mean." Justin intoned. Dylon's stiff link was firmly pinned down between the other boys wet butt cheeks, and the rocking motion sent shivers through him, as Justin continued to rock playfully against him.
Dylon smiled up at him, and Justin began sliding his hips forward and back now, virtually masturbating Dylon with his fleshy buttocks. The older boy groaned happily, and reaching out he wrapped his own fingertips around Justin's stiff little peg. He began stroking the younger boy, who continued to wriggle erotically on top of him.
In a few minutes, both boys were cooing contentedly. Their eyes closed, both so caught up in the joyous feelings that they were oblivious to anything else that was around them. Dylon began moaning now, and he quickened his pace on the other boy's pickle, as if it were his own. His legs began to twitch, and squirm about in the sand, as Justin intensified his humping motions.
Both boys were moaning now, and Justin lay his weight forward, placing his hands on Dylon's shoulders for balance. His butt crack was wet with sweat, and boy juice which had already leaked from Dylon's overly excited spike... "Oh fuck, that feels so good..." Justin moaned.
The other boy groaned as well as the stimulation became critical; Dylon’s thighs were taut with adrenalin, his toes wiggled and spread as his insides began to boil over. "Oh fuuukkk…” he grunted, a breathy moan gurgling from his throat as his balls let loose a spasm of boy chowder. The creamy hot goo gushed out sloppily into Justin's wet butt crack, jetting out and smearing the underside of the younger boy's dangling testicles. Another hot pulse... A rush of warm boy seed...
Justin could feel the sticky hot mess wash over his underside, and it excited him so much that it pushed his own orgasm right to, and over the edge. His climax roared through his loins like a train on fire. And the biggest surprise of all, his young cock spat several small glistening squirts of clear sticky juice up onto Dylon's flat tummy...
He shuddered, his eyes wide with surprise, as he witnessed, his first ever liquid ejaculation. He slumped forward over Dylon, almost disbelieving his own eyes. Justin had finally cum. For real, for the first time. He grinned drunkenly at Dylon, who smiled happily back at him. They remained motionless for several moments, until they heard a rising noise around them. Both boys opened their eyes at the sound.
There was clapping. They looked back to see the other three boys, standing there just behind them, all of them with huge grins on their faces, and all mockingly applauding the performance they'd just witnessed.
Dylon and Justin had both been so lost in the pleasure of sexual stimulation that neither had seen the other boys walk up behind them, drawn by the loud boisterous moans the two boys had been making. Both boys colored now with embarrassment...
"Uh... Thank you." Was the only thing Dylon could think of to respond to the applause. "Thank you very much. The next show will begin, uh, as soon as I can get it up again..." He shook his head incredulously, with an embarrassed laugh.
The other boys all laughed loudly, and one by one they turned to walk back to the tents, leaving Dylon and Justin to get over their embarrassment, and to jump back into the freshwater pool to refresh themselves, and rinse off the sand and spunk which stuck to their sweaty bodies.
"Fuck... I can't believe we just did that in front of them." Dylon mumbled.
"Ah... What the hell. We've all messed around together." Justin replied. "And besides, we're the ones who had all the fun. For the first time I’m not the one who missed out… All those dipwads got, was boned up watching us." He smiled, then slipped below the water’s surface, letting the cool water wash his hair back off his forehead.
When finally they returned to the tents, the other boys all joked with them of course; but the truth was, they were all a bit horny now, having watched such an erotic demonstration unfold on the sand. Jason dipped into one of the coolers, and pulling out two more bottles of cold water, he tossed one to his brother, and one to Dylon.
They all sat around chatting causally for a while, and eventually Jason asked if anyone else wanted to take the Kayaks out for a bit. His brother hopped up eagerly, and Dylon also wanted to go. The three boys pulled their boats back into the inlet and settled into them, then paddled out together into the bay. Each boy had donned a life jacket, but none of them had bothered to put any clothes back on; after all, they were in a remote area, and when would they ever get the chance to be so free spirited again?!
Liam and Peter remained behind, sitting side by side on the beach chairs, watching the other boys paddle off along the shoreline. They finished their bottled waters, and resealed the bag of chips they’d been munching on, putting it back into one of the coolers.
“So, whatcha’ wanna’ do?” Liam asked, glancing at Peter.
“Oh, I don’t know. We’ll think of something…” Peter answered suggestively, with a mischievous glance back at the other boy. Liam raised his eyebrows with a curious smile of his own.
“Oh? Just what kind of a boy do you think I am?” Liam asked playfully.
“The fun kind.” Peter declared. “You wanna’ go explore a little bit?” He asked, as he stood up and slipped into his flip flops.
“We could do that.” Liam agreed. “I guess. I mean, I thought you were talking about something else,”
“I was.” Peter grinned back at him. “Come on.” He reached down and took Liam by the wrist, pulling him up from the beach chair. Peter slipped into a pair of board shorts, and Liam did the same, then grabbed a pair of ‘aqua-sox’ from his things, and slipped them onto his feet. At the same time, Peter grabbed up a couple of towels and a few other things for them, and when they were ready, Peter led the way across the sand to the edge of the woods, where the creek filtered down to the beach forming the freshwater pool.
They walked upward into the trees, staying in the middle of the stream for the most part as they worked their way up the slight incline. The sound of the stream seemed louder just ahead. “Where we going anyway?” Liam wondered.
“Just a bit further I think. Mr. Anderson told me there was a little waterfall a few hundred yards up from the beach. I thought we could check it out, ok?” They continued on their short trek, and in a few minutes, the increasing sound of running water told them that they were getting close.
At last they saw the small boiling froth of the waterfall. The falls were only about fifteen feet in height, and just over half as wide, but it splashed down over the rocks, forming a little tub of a pool at the bottom, then drained downward toward the beach.
“Cool…” Liam issued appraisingly. The boys continued up to the base of the falls, and after setting their towels aside, they looked at one another, then slipped out of their shorts, and walked carefully over the slick rocks to stand under cascading water.
“This is amazing…” Liam said.
“I know, right?!” Peter agreed. The water rained down on them, splashing over their bodies and spraying out in all directions. They found that if they stepped back a pace, the water streamed in front of them like a sparkling liquid curtain. They smiled boyishly at one another, and then Peter held up a small bottle of body wash that he’d brought up with them. “Thought we might have one last shower together.” He grinned.
Standing behind the curtain of water, he squirted some of the gel into his hand, and then reaching out with an impish smile, he began smearing it over his young friend’s bare shoulders.
Liam looked at him with a tender smile, and stood docilely, enjoying Peter’s gently massaging hands, as the older boy proceeded to explore and wash him dutifully. Peter took his time, bathing the younger boy diligently, enjoying the feel of Liam’s soft smooth skin. His hands traced over every boyishly supple curve, every rise and fall of flesh.
Reaching lower, Peter’s soap slickened fingers played across Liam’s soft boy parts. He cradled the pliant genitals, cupped them in his hand, washing them with tender loving care and curious wonder, as Liam closed his eyes, and rolled his head backward, thoroughly enjoying the gentle fondling of his personal jewels.
Peter continued to finger him gently, sliding his fingers playfully over the boy’s testicles, and softly between his legs to the fleshy area behind his sagging scrotum. “Mmmm….” Liam breathed, his youthful tuber beginning to respond. It plumped slowly in Peter’s fingers, coming alive in the form of a warm rubbery peg.
Peter shifted his position then, stepping in front of the younger boy. He slid his hands around Liam’s thin waist, gently washing his sides and the small of his back. Stepping forward now, his soapy hands lowered, till he was cupping the supple bulbs of Liam’s firm buttocks. “Oh…. Oh shit….” Liam groaned, as Peter spread him gently, running his fingers between the boy’s meaty globes, his middle finger straying across the moist warmth of his soft pink pucker. “That’s so nice.” Liam mumbled, almost incoherently.
Their bodies pressed together now, as Peter’s hands slid upward to the small of Liam’s back, then back down once again. Their groins settled together, and Liam could feel Peter’s semi soft boyhood begin to stiffen appreciably, and shift upward between them. He lay his head forward, resting it for a moment against the older boy.
“Why does this feel so nice…” Liam wondered aloud, a rhetorical question. Liam wasn’t gay, and he knew it. But still… This rare intimacy felt so wonderful to the lonely twelve year old. So needed. And after a long moment, Liam pulled back, and smiled wondrously up at Peter. Breaking their hug, he reached down to the rocks and grabbed up the bottle of body wash, squeezing a healthy glob of it into his hand.
“Your turn.” He said, and with a gentle playfulness, he set about washing his older companion. A sensual, slow handed, soapy massage; tactilely and curiously exploring every inch of his friend’s supple, boy flesh. From head to toe, from front to back, every bump, every rise and every crevice. He grabbed onto Peter’s semi hard penis.
“We could do more if you want.” Liam offered. “I could jack you off...” he offered. Peter smiled softly at him.
“Maybe later on...” Peter countered. “To be honest, it feels kinda’ nice just doing this.” Liam nodded, then finished his task, standing behind Peter. He pulled himself into the other boy, wanting to just hug him from behind, to feel the physical connection between them. His boyish penis settled naturally into the crease of Peter’s bum, fitting there as if by design. “I never knew anything could feel this nice…” he breathed softly into the older boy’s back.
Peter turned around then, and facing the other boy they simply held onto one another for a long moment, each enjoying the meaningful embrace. After a time, the boys stepped forward under the waterfall again, letting it stream over them and rinse them clean.
Afterwards, they crept back across the slippery rocks to their towels, and when they’d dried off and climbed back into their shorts, the boys headed back down the stream to the beach and inlet below. They could see that Dylon and the twins were on their way back as well, paddling the kayaks in near the mouth of the cove, and it wasn’t long before all the boys had joined each other near the tents.
Hungry now, the group put together a quick lunch, with some of the food and snacks that Mr. Anderson had stuffed into the coolers for them; and the rest of the afternoon they played, and swam and took the kayaks out into the Sound again, tipping and dumping one another into the water. It turned out that one of the coolers was loaded with small water balloons. Another little surprise from Andy, and it made for an epic water fight as they ran and played along the sandy shoreline.
The day went by far too quickly of course, and as dusk settled in the boys built up a roaring fire in the pit they’d prepared. They sat around the flames on the beach chairs, and roasted up some cheesy brats on sticks; which they grubbed down with several large cans of bar-b-cued bake beans. And of course how could you end an evening on the beach without roasting marshmallows on the same sticks. Another thoughtful offering from Andy.
It had been a great day, and a fitting way to finish a successful ten days at the retreat. Though the boys may not have been aware of it, all of them had come out the better for it. Peter and Liam had finally begun to deal with the loss of parents. Dylon had found the strength to unburden himself, and ‘come out’ to his new friends, if not those back home. And the twins had needed the chance to get away from home, giving their parents time to work out marital issues.
Long into the evening the boys sat around the fire talking and laughing; sharing stories, and these fleeting bonds of boyhood. At one point Peter got up to pee, and when he came back he managed to get Liam’s attention, and then snuck into one of the tents with him, zipping down the flaps.
It was awhile before the others noticed; but Dylon finally caught on. He smiled softly to himself, then looked over at the twins. “Come on lost boys… It’s time to have some fun.” He reached into one of the coolers and grabbed up several of the vanilla flavored pudding cups he’d seen there.
“What are those for?” Jason asked.
“Oh… You’ll see…” Dylon promised. “You’ll see.” The twins grinned, then crawled into the other tent with him, zipping down the flaps behind them.
The three boys spent a long time messing around together in the tent. The twins were happy to have someone else to play with sexually, and Dylon’s foreskin was certainly a welcome novelty. Besides, they had done just about all the experimenting that they could with one another. And as for Dylon, well… How many sexual fantasies are fulfilled by being with twins?! I mean, come on… It was a rare treat at best; made all the better by Dylon’s creative use of the pudding cups…
While the youthful orgy was going on in the one tent, Peter and Liam were having a more intimate experience. The two young boys were sharing each other’s innocence. They had quickly stripped off their shorts, and cuddled on top of the sleeping bags, sharing intimate, yet boyishly innocent kisses, and curiously exploring each other’s nakedness.
“This has all been so amazing.” Liam said, as he rolled on top of Peter, and looked him in the eyes. “I can’t wait till I get to come over to your house and spend the week with you.”
“I know.” Peter returned. “That’s gonna’ be really fun for sure.” Liam smiled at him again.
“Can I show you something?” Liam asked suddenly, with a gleam in his eyes.
“Sure.” Peter responded curiously. The younger boy smiled at him again, then slid himself downward, and without another word, he took hold of Peter’s semi hard boyhood. With a timid glance up at him, he slipped it into his mouth.
Peter was stunned by the sudden move, and Liam began to suck him, quickly bringing him to full hardness. The younger boy pulled off for a moment, to draw down Peter’s loose foreskin, and then he started licking sensuously around the gleaming purple cap. “Ohhhh man…. Oh man.” Peter mumbled, wildly aroused and pleasantly surprised by this most unexpected act. “Where’d you learn to do that?” Peter sighed contentedly.
“The twins…” Liam grinned, pulling off for a moment. His tongue probed at Peter’s slit again, washing over the swollen cap with his taste buds, and then he plunged down its length, bobbing up and down with divine purpose. Peter winced, feeling the raw pleasure of it, and within a minute his dick twitched, leaking a pearly droplet of precum.
“Mmm…” Liam mumbled over a mouthful of dick, as he tasted the sweet dribble on his tongue. He slid down the tumescent shaft again, eagerly swallowing Peter’s four and a half inch boy sausage. Peter jerked again, his butt cheeks clenching as his young friend worked his boy pole.
It didn’t last long. How could it? A twelve year old has little experience to practice such restraint, and Peter couldn’t hold back any longer, “Stop… Stop…” he groaned at Liam. But the younger boy was committed to the task. He felt Peter’s boyhood expand in his mouth, and then the warm rush of fluid erupted there, spilling over his tongue. He swallowed what he could, before pulling off to watch the last of the slimy seed roll from the older boy’s purple nozzle.
Peter finally opened his eyes a few moments later, just as Liam cuddled up warmly against him. “Did you like that?” Liam wondered hopefully.
“Did I like it?” Peter croaked. “Fuckin-a dude…. Give me a minute, and you can judge for yourself. True to his word, several minutes later Peter returned the favor in spades. Both boys were more than happy to add this experience to their sexual resumes. It was certainly a wild night on that beach. Five anxiously pubescent boys, all coming of age and eager to explore these greatest, most enjoyable mysteries of adolescence.
And Peter… Peter would share may other experiences with his new friends in the weeks and months to come. Boyhood oft times builds those lifelong friends. And there are no friends like the ones you come of age with.
Later that night, as sleep swept them all away to their own versions of Neverland, Peter had an odd dream there in the tent. In his dream, he stood again like the boy from his book, Peter Pan. With hands on naked hips, standing defiantly on the railing of a pirate ship, and looking out over his band of naked lost boys. His nemeses, Captain Hook looked at him with distain.
“Oh that’s just bad form Peter.” Captain Hook stated in the dream, “Boys running ‘round naked for all the world to see.” But Peter merely smiled back at him.
“It’s bad form if you’ve grown old, and forgotten the innocence of your youth.” Peter returned defiantly.
“You’ll grow old too, one day.” Hook spat back at him. But Peter only shook his head.
“Perhaps. But to grow old will be an awfully big adventure.” Peter grinned, “But not today. Today belongs to the lost boys…”
~~ Finish ~~
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 enjoyed 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...