THE REAL PETER PAN By Aihu Fist Part one
"I am sick and tired of those humans out there who do nothing but Disneyfy me. I am Pan dammit-Yes, and don't pardon me if I don't use the silly American `darn'-, and if any human would care to Google that word they would now that I am not asexual at all. My friend Pinocchio, he could lie his head off and his nose would grow so everyone would know he was lying! For crying out loud when I say I love Tinkerbell or Wendy I have something growing too; only it's not my nose, but my damn Peter between my legs; and for the same reason; I lie. I never loved those females! And I never will, for satyr's sake. When I grow wood it's when I don't speak the truth."
Pan was speaking up to the forest, for everyone in there to hear.
"Of course, those perverted humans who wrote stories about me never mention when I grow hard wood and certainly not when they make me court Wendy or Tinkerbell, not even Barry! Why did they have to censor or twist my purest expressions of lust in this world; what's wrong with those creatures that grow up and discard their childness? I am not like that. If I were into growing up and girls, do you think I would hang out with the Lost Boys? They suffer the same fate. Innocent boys dreaming of a mummy; my ass!
Pan stood up and climbed a nearby rock, spread his legs a groped his groin.
"I am Pan, a God of my own right and I lust for sex every minute with those boys and so do they. Get your facts right humans! See, I don't need to lie to get hard here; I only need to stroke and rub long enough for my darling to stand up like ram's rod."
He rolled down his tights and sported a good strong wedgy, peeled down the foreskin, spat on it and had himself a wank right there.
"Just imagine me making love to Tinkerbell; I'd kill her with my phallus instantly. Wendy might be okay, but I simply am not into girls."
Peter had said what he had to say, he crouched on the granite rock and continued the play with his rod which by now was ready to explode.
"By Bacchus; here I come, he cried and shot five long strands of golden semen. Yes fauns only shot gold which turned instantly into marigolds.
"Five ropes of golden nectar for you Jamie, Pan screamed in ecstasy.
"I don't need those tights, really, I never wore tights; again this Barry just fucked me up. And what about this Mr. Tumnus in Narnia? He's got billygoat legs alright, but nothing between his legs; is he a goddamn lass or what? I am sick and tired of that Hollywood shite, someone `s got to put an end to this perversion by the Human industry! We all know little boys love to play with it; I did when I was barely four. It's a male thing; nothing to do with growing up; you fools.
Pan stood stark naked among the ferns.
"Look at me! I have the hariest legs like an Ibex; is that why I had to wear tights? Or was it ot cover up my proud boyhood? I can fuck anything, a hole in this tree, a rabbit's ass or Jamie's, Rodney's, Luke's and Jesus'"
Pan raised himself on to his toes, spread his arms and took off into the air, chuckling all the way.
"I don't mind filling up Captain Hook's, hahahahahaha!!!!!!!!
He grabbed his Robin Hood's cap and hurled it into a cloud.
"And I don't mind Barry or Wendy giving me a blowjob, as long as I don't have to fuck either hole of her. Don't get me wrong Grey Cloud, she sure is Pretty, but not my cup a tea."
I think the Pashtuns are ever so right; women only serve to make babies; they don't understand what being a boy is about. Having said this, I am pretty sure that the Lost Boys are having a great time together as I am speaking right now.
Peter made a U-turn and swerved past the Capain's moored ship direction Indian land.
Hook saw him and guffawed: That was him! And he is naked again! I'll be damned; his Peter was stiff and long as my pistol. If I ever get my hands on him...mmmh, of course first I would share his fur off, so I can see his jewelry better. But first we must capture a few Lost Boys. Some of them are just the right size for me; I am sure Pan has a few favourites he would not like to share with me. Forget that silly story about Wendy. It's the boys he loves and we kidnap his favourite mate and tie him up here on the ship, Peter will try and rescue him. I got a few surprises for Pan which he might thoroughly enjoy.
As he said this, he put his binoculars down and sighed: but he is so smart and fast; faster than the fastest eagle. I wonder where he learned to fly; for most fauns don't fly at all. He is so special.
"Men", he billowed to his crew. Hoist the sails, we are going for Indian Island where the Lost Boys are. On the double, now!
Hook retired to his cabin and reminisced of Pan. When Pan was only six he used to play the pan flute all the time. The sound used to penetrate his cabin like an arrow from miles away. Hook had no way of blocking it out; it drove him mad. The only way that he could ease the piercing of his ears, was by stripping his clothes off, get down on his tummy in his King-size bed, and pretend to fuck him. The sound vanished instantly the minute he squirted away. So, you could say that Hook got hooked on Pan's music and so he had to have Pan here in his cabin once and for all. The thing was Pan had stopped playing the flute after he had found a much more interesting hobby: playing Lost Boy's flutes. Pan didn't make a sound anymore and Hook experienced cold turkeys, as humans would call that. So, there was only one solution and that was to capture Pan and keep him forever on the ship so he could ride him every time for real. No need to fuck his bed if he had the real thing, no?
"Ahoy, land in sight!" one of the pirates yelled from the mast.
"Indian land, where the Lost Boys are", Hook thought. I am this close to a victory; and what's more, those boys aren't fauns. They are pure and naughty, mischievous real boys, no fur whatsoever and fun to play with.
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