WARNING: This story is hopefully homoerotic in content, which means that it will involve male on male sex of various ages.
ALL THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS CONTAINED WITHIN THIS STORY ARE FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLENCE TO REAL PEOPLE, PLACES ETC. IS ENTIRELY COINCIDENTAL.
PETER PAN AND THE NEVER NEVER LAND ARE THE CREATIONS OF THE AUTHOR J.M. BARRIE.
This story contains consensual sexual activity between male minors. It didn't really happen, you know, seeing as it's a story and all. If that is an issue for you please don't read on. It's also a fantasy, so don't go expecting real life resolutions to situations as they arise. Although not practiced by the characters in this story, the author always recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in whatever god forsaken part of the globe you are reading this in. If not turn back - now - go on - jog on son...
Copyright 2012
I'd appreciate contact/feedback - if there's any to be had and can be reached at bangarang@hush.com
Pan
Chapter Two
When I cracked open my eyes, it was only because of the voice - his lips touching my ear.
"Nearly there."
Around us - the black of night had given way to blue and silver, purple and gold - swirling in all directions - what seemed like a tunnel of ever refocusing colour. Ahead of us - a pin prick of the brightest light. Behind us - the tunnel went on seemingly without end. I've no idea how long I'd been out for. I could barely remember Peter - the boy whose hand held mine.
Letting me go, for only a moment, Peter moved under me. As he pressed his back close into my bare chest, my heart swelled in size. He pushed his backside into my crotch and looking up at me, took my arm and wrapped it around his torso.
"Don't. Let. Go!"
I held him tight - feeling his exposed skin against mine - the thrill of the ride and the touch of the boy - the blood hard pumping through my veins. In the space of a heartbeat, Peter had propelled us forward at great speed. Faster and faster - the air popped and crackled with electricity around us - we advanced headfirst at such a speed I could feel my cheeks rippling - I could see Peter smile. The light at the end of the tunnel grew closer and closer as the churning colours changed around us so that the entire rainbow was represented - then they began to break apart - to fall behind us - light itself unable to keep up with the boy who carried me on his back through time and space. It seemed we were getting closer - inches away from white so bright it may as well have been the sun. A loud crack ripped open the firmament - and we were through.
Pink and white marshmallow clouds and clear sky - a large yellow sun appeared above us - as if just for Peter. Below us a frozen ocean splintered and cracked, melting away into the seas. Peter dove, still carrying me on his back waved his hand through the water's surface and splashed the warm liquid on my face laughing - a perfect proud and honest laugh.
As suddenly as he dove - Peter then climbed. Above the water, above the clouds, he threw me from his back and crowed - his arms outstretched in triumph. Grabbing me before I fell - he took both of my hands and pulled me into him - he spun us as if we were dancing. He held me so close; I could feel his sweet breath on my face. I wanted more than anything to press my lips to his - to feel his light - his joy - his everything. I held off, fearing that he'd drop me miles into the ocean.
"Come on, I've a world to show you." He said with a minor lisp - as though his tongue was just slightly too big for his young mouth.
And diving back below the clouds we flew, Peter holding my hand, beyond the sea.
The waters undulated beneath us we approached a large island that seemed to shift and groan the closer we got. Before us stretched a beach of perfect white sand - palm trees dotted around the shore - the powder gave way to a dense forest that seemed to make up much of the southern side of the island.
"This is the Neverwood." explained Peter. "The best games can be found here; hunting beasts and catching birds." We flew just above the ever-green canvas, my toes brushing the tips of Popala and Camphor trees. Sound brought the forest beneath us to life - the trickling of water as crystal clear streams ran shallow - the strange calls of birds that I couldn't see echoed through the tree tops.
"Here. We'll rest."
Peter lowered us into a small clearing next to a stream. We kneeled on a carpet of green and grey moss and fallen brown leaves - he cupped his hands and dipped them into the water before holding them out to me.
"Here, drink."
I lowered my lips and tasted the sweet fresh water that flowed through this island from his hands. When that which hadn't slipped down my throat or through his fingers was gone, Peter stood - kicked off his sash and shorts and naked, ran into the stream, splashing the water about him. Without need for encouragement - I pulled down the only clothes I had with me, my grey track shorts, and ran in behind him.
The stream wasn't deep, it reached about halfway up my torso when I stood and rested just below Peters pert brown nipples. The boy charged at me, forcing my head beneath the water - laughing and flopping about. We wrestled, pressing together our naked young bodies, dappled with water and sunlight.
"Tell me this isn't everything. Tell me this isn't better than before." Cried Peter, his hands on my shoulders - his smile weakening my knees where I stood.
"I could stay here forever." I said with all honesty.
In that moment - those quiet seconds that passed between us, where our eyes rested on each other's faces and hands held some part of the others flesh, I leant forward and pressed my lips to his. My hands reached into his golden curls holding his face to mine - his glided from my shoulders, down my back and rested on my waist as he returned my kiss. I parted his full lips with my tongue and massaged his with mine. He held me closer, pulling me into him, grinding our erections together - our bodies wrapped in one another. Never have I felt so alive, never so in perfect sync with the world around me.
Peter pulled back, still holding me. "What was that?"
"It... It was a kiss." I wondered if I'd upset him. Pushed too soon for something he wasn't ready for.
"A Kiss?" Peter thought for a moment, his eyes looking as though they were cast back into recall. "I had one of those once. But not like that. A girl gave one to me."
My heart sank and I let go of his body while he still held onto mine. Had this been something? Had it been anything? Like in my life back home had I put too much weight - too much thought into something that had sprung entirely my imagination?
"What girl?" I asked.
"I don't remember." Peter closed his eyes and shook his head, animatedly casting aside all thought. Then he looked at me - looked like I, the boy in his arms, was a total stranger - he withdrew his touch from me and stood back into the water. "Who are you?"
"Huh?" was all I could manage.
Peter stayed looking at me suspiciously, cocking his head from one side to the other.
"I'm Liam. You just brought me here... from Edinburgh."
In an instant, recognition crossed his face and he wrapped his arms around me once more.
"Liam. Yes!" Peter kissed me, mimicking my actions from before, pressing his tongue into my mouth, and gently manipulating my tongue with his. His hands held my hips while mine traced the soft muscles of his back, dropping slowly down and cupping the firm round cheeks of his arse. The smooth mounds of flesh felt incredible as I kneaded them in my hands - Peter cooed as we kissed and drove his groin deeper into mine. Our hard-ons gyrating against each other sent shivers through me - the warmth of his body and the water that surrounded us eased away all of my previous insecurities.
Breaking our kiss Peter, smiling at me, clasped his hands on my shoulders and forced us both down into the water. Again, we tussled in the water, our laughter reverberating around the clearing in the forest.
Peter padded out of the water and lay down on the forest floor - his four and a half inch erection standing proud against his glistening abdominal muscles. His hand played dreamily with his stiff little prick as he watched me step from the stream and lay next to him.
"Isn't this the best!" said Peter, more to himself than to me.
Peter looked at my enlarged cock - the red head exposed. As he leant down for closer inspection, his warm breath tickling my young member I took in a deep gulp of air.
"Yours seems bigger than mine."
"Well... I'm bigger than you."
"By a bit but not much."
I was probably a good five or six inches taller than Peter but I wasn't going to argue with him - particularly as his young hand reached forward and gripped my prick. I shivered under his touch. The boy slowly stroked his hand up and down my shaft, examining it, pulling the skin back and forth, I'd never been so hard - I rolled my face into his still wet hair.
"That feels amazing." I said to him, trying to catch my breath.
"I can't believe how warm you feel in my hand." said Peter as he continued to gently play with my penis.
Then he let go.
"Quick." Peter stood up and began to dress himself in his outfit of leaves and cobwebs. I sighed, resigning myself to the fact that this wasn't going to happen right now. "I need to show you my secret place."
I raised an eyebrow and smiled, but it was lost on him.
After pulling on my grey shorts, Peter took my hand and lifted us both into the air.
Through the clearing - we were once again above the tree tops. Left and right we swooped, the air rushing past us - the sun smiling down on our bare backs.
Before us - a single colossal mountain of red and rust stone broke the horizon, a dusting of worn shrubbery sprinkled in the odd crack and crevice - its peak obscured by candy floss clouds.
"That's the Neverpeak Mountain." called Peter. "It's hard to reach the top but to stand on its peak is to see the whole of the Never Never Land - to see beyond sight." He flashed a smile at me. We veered left, dodging the massif, and swept around it - my line of sight now filled with acres of wheat fields and a large lake with three small islands dotted with trees at its centre. In the far distance a mountain range, tipped with snow, dominated the skyline.
To the west was a cove with a solid naturally formed granite archway and rocks jutting from the calm sea water around it. Nestled in the cove was a large wooden ship, above which flew the black and white banner of the Skull and Cross Bones.
"Is that? Is that a Pirate ship?" I asked Peter.
Peter looked over to the cove and frowned. "It's the Jolly Roger." He made no further mention of it and we flew east - away from the cove.
"Look, we're nearly there." Peter pointed to a large single oak tree that that stood separate on a cliff top - away from the small wooded area around it. Its branches stretched metres in all directions - a heavy covering of new green leaves providing shelter for those in need of respite from the beating sun.
As Peter lowered us, into the safe embrace of the tree, upon one of the thick branches, I saw a mass of rope swings and ladders. A proper tree house by all accounts.
"Liam. Come here." Peter beckoned me to the gnarled trunk and swept aside a mesh of twigs and leaves that had been obscuring a small hole.
"You first."
Before I could ask where the hole in the tree led, Peter's hand was on the small of my back and pushing me into it. My feet found air and I was screaming as I went down - hollering like I did when on a rollercoaster as I realised my backside was on a smooth wooden slide. Down and down I went with seemingly no end until my rump landed flat on the floor.
Without standing, I looked around me and saw that the roots of the tree had curved into fine wicker work walls. A long wooden table stretched out in the centre of the room at one end a throne carved from the tree itself and along the side were two benches. Four makeshift doors in the wall suggested rooms beyond this one.
Behind me, I heard Peter crow and holler I spun to the passage way I myself had just slid down but didn't move in time. Peter fell on top of me, face to face - his great goofy grin lighting the room around us.
"Hello!" said Peter.
The boy leant forward and kissed me. His tongue broke through my lips and explored my mouth. I felt his hand dive between us and feel my stiffening cock through my cotton shorts. I groaned into his mouth as my hands ran down his back. I cupped his arse, for the second time that day, through his leafy green shorts. While I kneaded each firm buttock Peter began kissing me more passionately - biting my bottom lip.
I pulled away from his lips and pressed mine into his neck. My mouth brushed his soft skin making the boy on top of me purr and shiver.
Rolling him onto his back, I continued worshiping his neck with my lips and began to grind my groin into his. Peter's hands slid down my back, tracing my forming muscles with his delicate fingers, and into the back of my shorts - where he held my cheeks as I had held his. His hands massaged my arse while the odd finger traced the line of crack. My mouth closed over his and we kissed passionately and with intent.
Peter, taking the initiative, rolled me back and raising up - sat on my thighs. My grey shorts were tenting - a visible darker spot of precum had stained a patch on them. Peter smiled - gripped my cock through my shorts and began to masturbate me. My breaths were deep and short as I focused my eyes on his beautiful, smooth chest. I lifted a hand to his left pec - with my finger I ran rings around his dark pert starfish nipple. I pulled away the sash of leaves that crossed his chest to get better access. His torso was as close to perfect as I had ever seen - locked in that moment of puberty where strong muscles were developing at his pectorals - where each time he inhaled his abs became more defined - his hairless and unblemished skin forever with a deep golden tan - his innie navel, a striking button that I wanted to lick.
The boy's hands gripped the sides of my shorts and pulled them down to my knees - my prick getting caught in the waistband and smacking back against my stomach - I kicked them off the rest of the way myself
He stood, removing his leafy shorts - his rock hard little prick bouncing as he moved, before laying down next to me. His young fingers caressed my chest - trailing down my torso - following the line of my abdomen before nestling in the fine weave of dark hairs at the base of my prick. His index finger circled my newly grown pubes. "I'll never have these," he said to himself before he wrapped his fist around my cock and stroked my warm hard flesh - biting his tongue with concentration.
My hand began playing with his small balls - snug in their hairless sack and drawn tight between his soft thighs. I held them both in the palm of my hand while my index finger gently stroked his perineum - that glorious small stretch of flesh, soft and smooth. Peter purred into my neck. I changed focus - from his velvet purse to his four and a bit inches of boy flesh. Between index finger, forefinger and thumb - I drew the loose skin up and down his hard young rod.
Our lips met again - our tongues mashed together as, lying side by side, we jerked each other's cocks. Our groans grew louder and our feet entwined. I ran a hand down his straining bicep, felt his young muscle flex as he worked my young prick.
"I want to cum at the same time as you." I said to Peter, momentarily breaking away from our kiss.
It was building - could feel my cock throbbing in his young hand. Pulling back the boy's foreskin, I ran a thumb over the head of his sopping juvenile prick - Peter shuddered and groaned into my mouth - our hips began bucking - I could feel his little prick pulsating in my hand. He was getting close - I could barely hold out much longer.
"Fuck Peter. I'm gonna cum."
"Ungh... Me too."
The tension became too much - like a staged fireworks display we exploded in unison. Our first warm shots sprayed the others cock - the second our stomach's - again and again we shot load after creamy load onto one another's adolescent bodies - painting each other with our semen.
We broke our kiss and rolled onto our backs - huffing and puffing and struggling to catch breath. Peter laughed a little and turned his head to look at me. I looked down at our coated bodies and still stiff pricks - lit by the rays of sun that streamed through the small holes in the tree.
I took his hand in mine and thought that in that moment I could say to him - to this eternal boy: 'I love you' and mean it.
"This really is the best game." said Peter between breaths.
The boy put his head on my chest, his fingers swirling patterns in the still warm - gold flecked spunk on my trunk. We stayed that way, my fingers twirling his golden curls until we both drifted to sleep.
To be continued...