Peter You Make Me Young By Terry Jeff
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My name is William B am a graduate student working theater with young boys for the weekend. We had brought double sleeping bags and slept on the stage. It seemed sometimes a boy would get homesick and crawl into another boy's bag for the night.
All of a sudden I heard racket in the lobby and saw a group of boys and a man coming our way. "What are you guys doing here?"
"We have the theater for the weekend to work on movement and action. Why are you here?" I asked.
"We are here to put on the play Peter, You Make Me Young, with an all boy's group for the public tonight." said the man. Later I found out his name was Harry and all that hand motion wasn't for show either.
As the boys huddled around Harry another young boy who looked 13, blond, came from round behind Harry's back.
"Hello." His blue eyes looked into mine and I was mesmerize by his beauty. He was small in stature, and was wearing green tights and a green fitting long sleeve shirt and around his waist was a short grass skirt.
"hurry Boys get to your position to practice your parts." said Harry.
"Get the microphone working to see if we can help your young voices."
My boys all watched the hustling going on the stage and we ended up having to move our sleeping bags off stage into the curtain's on the side. Some of my boys took seats while others were helping with the scenery.
"Oh my God, what else can go wrong!" Harry turned to me and said, "The microphone system doesn't work in this theater. What am I going to do?"
"Well, Harry I have a solution. I have a wireless microphone system and speaker."
" Can you go back stage and fit Peter with the microphone."
I walked back stage and Peter was standing there. I stood for a moment admiring his figure. He was short in stature. "I need to fit you for a wireless mic, Peter."
"How old are you Peter?" He responded that he was sixteen but most people think I look thirteen. He turned around as I admired his tight ass cheeks in the tights. I hooked the wireless box into back of his grass skirt my hand pressed against the hard flesh of his ass and he pushed back into me.
I ran the wire up the meshed shirt with leaves cover his back and front. I got up to his neck and brought it around to the front. As I was on my knee because of his small stature I felt his hardness push into my chest. He was big for a boy his size but I forgot how old he really was.
Peter said, "You like what it feels like?"
I said "Yes, you feel hard against me."
Peter pulled the front of his tights outward and told me to reach in and take a feel. I did and found a huge hard hot cock in my hand. I ran my fingers down the shaft to his balls only to be surprised that he had no hair. I said "You have no hair."
"Harry says it make me look younger than what I am. You like?"
I pulled out my hand from the youthful hardness and felt wetness on the tip. He turned around with those pert cheeks and his and said, "I am always hard when I do these plays."
My boys were in the audience and helping with the scenery change. The play was awesome with the little boys in their tights and seeing Peter fly across the stage. His voice could be heard clearly to the back of the audience. This boy was good.
When he drank the poison, I had tears in my eyes and I clapped so hard my hands were beet red.
At the end Wendy, who was a boy dressed as a girl, asked Peter where can I find you. He said, "Past the church clock tower, Second Star to the right and straight to HOME."
Peter and the boys took their bows to a thunderous applause and standing ovation. Harry came out giving roses to Peter and giving him a hug on stage in front of everyone.
As the audience filtered out, my boys ended up on stage with the cast talking about the movements and the flying and all the action that went on to make a successful play.
Some of the boys were asking Harry if they could sleep here tonight with my boys and he said, "Yes." But be sure to go home tomorrow, I come by to pick you up if you don't"
The excitement eventually settled down and it was getting very late in the evening. Everyone seemed to sharing their sleeping bag with a member of the cast. That's when I saw him walk towards me with a twinkle in his eyes. He asked, "can I stay with you tonight William". I answered with a nod of my head and rolled out a sleeping bag for Peter.
I watch him strip down to his tights. His chest glisten with sweat from doing the play. I watch him lift his arms and his underarms were as hairless as the rest of him. I took off my shirt and pants and climbed into my sleeping bag. I was almost asleep when I heard the zipper of my bag open and a naked body climb in next to me. His lips touch my cheeks as his blond hair hung over my black hair. His fingers ran along my chest touching my nipples I moaned. I felt his kisses along my neck and down to one of my nipples
My fingers intertwined his blond locks of hair as his head moved down my abs. "Peter, do you know what you are doing?" I got back a muffled yes from Peter. I felt the snap on my boxers and my hard hot cock was stiff and slapped back onto my abs. I felt Peter's hand grip my hard cock and start to stroke it. I could feel his hardness against my thigh. I could feel his hot breath on my cock tip. Then I felt the wetness of his mouth slowly descend onto my shaft.
I twisted his body around with his legs up near my face. I reached out touching that hard six inches of hairless cock. I ran my finger over and along the smoothness of his hot flesh and down around his balls to his smooth ass. My mouth engulfed his six inches of boy flesh taking it right down to the base. As I held him in my hot man mouth I felt him going Up and down his head bobbing on my hard cock. His suction was tight around my cock head and his small warm hand griped tight at the base of my hard man cock. His head went faster and harder as mine was doing on his boy cock. I flexed my ass muscles go up high off the sleeping bag feeling as if any moment I was going to filled this child with my seed. I felt his leg muscles tighten up and knew he was there also. He let out a groan and shot a load down my throat, sweet tasting from such a young looking boy. My own load exploded into his mouth. He crawled up next to me and kissed me on the lips both of us tasting each others cum from our mouths. We fell asleep in each other arms.
The next morning we could hear the boys stirring and Peter got up putting on his tights and outfit. I slipped my clothes on before the boys found us together. Walking out on the stage everyone was rubbing their eyes and saying their good byes. I notice some of my boys and the little boys giving each other a hug good bye.
Where do I find you Peter? He looked me with eyes which twinkled and he whispered "Past the old church clock, to the second star and straight to home."
People were coming by to pick up their kids at the theater. It was a great weekend and we got to see a show and lot of action and movement. More than I thought there would ever be.
When I walked out of the theater I saw the old church clock across the street down the road. I thought on a hunch to walk down the street, at the corner the green sign read Second Star Street. I turned down the one way street and saw in the distance the words Orphanage HOME. I decided to check it out.
I walked up and knocked on the door and knock. An elderly lady opened the door and ask how could she help me. I asked if she knew of a boy name Peter. She yelled back behind her and Peter, with his blond hair came to the door. He was wearing a tight shirt and shorts and was barefooted standing to the side of the lady.
He said, "William, I see you found the home and me. This is Miss Smith she takes care of us."
"Miss Smith, my name is William B. I saw Peter in the play last night and thought he did a great job. I didn't know he was a orphan."
"Yes, and once they reach Peter age no one is interested in adopting a sixteen year old. They all want young babies."
"Well Miss Smith this is Peter's day. I am interested in adopting him if that is possible."
"Come on in and we start the paper work and it should take a week to get every thing together."
After all the background checks and questions from Peter and me, we were approved by the agency. A week later I walked past the church clock tower, down Second Star Street, and straight to the home. Peter gave me a hug on the step and I hugged him back saying our goodbyes to Miss Smith as she shed a tear of happiness. We walked down Second Star Street and past the church clock tower to my car. We drove home.
Peter and I have been together every since and he has made me young ever since.
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