THE REAL PETER PAN By Aihu Fist Part three
With every jerk at his dingdong, the boy finally reached a climax. It was something he had never experienced in his young life. His thigh muscles flexed relentlessly; the feel of it was extraordinary Hook thought. His own rod still lodged in the wedge of the boy's bottom. The boy seemed to be struggling to keep up with his breathing. Hook understood more than anything else that he needed help.
"Go on lad, you are nearly there," he whispered in his ear.
He lapped the ear inside out and chewed softly at the tender earlobe. Hook reenergized himself; his rod grew in size again. The boy felt it and retracted a bit.
"Don't, my love; I am here behind you and I`ll back you up all the way until you implode."
Hooks right hand cupped the boy's tiny sac, feeling it up with utmost care, then his middle finger found its way to the perineum where it stopped briefly. The boy mustered all his strength with which he nearly crushed Hooks hand to pulp. He was coming dryly.
He was a real boy, not yet in puberty. Good, Hook thought. This one will get hooked on it for life. It will be me who will see him squirt real ropes of semen; and that should be the day that Pan will surrender to me. Pan will envy me, because I am sure he wants this boy to himself.
Hook continued massaging the boy's perineum; this wasn't over yet. A boy of his age surely could come a dozen times in an hour. He was going to test the merchandise.
"How, did you like it boy?"
"It was wonderful, Captain, really wonderful. It was a wonderful reward, thank you."
"You're welcome, kiddo. Just relax. Are you tired?"
"A little, but I am not sleepy or ready to go under the wool." "I understand, love. Your dingdong says it all; look it's poking its head again. Isn't it gorgeous that little head of his?"
Hook pressed home for more excitement, he too wasn't planning to hit the sack so early.
"The night is young, enjoy the ride, youngun!"
The boy turned his head over his shoulder and gave him a convincing smile.
"Yeah," he whispered back hoarsely.
"Ok then, here we go. I will give a reward you'll never forget. Just lie still."
Hook backed away from the boy's ass and in a flick he grabbed a bottle of oil on the nightstand poured a handful over his ever so hard dong which he ointed very carefully. The turned on his side again and moistened the boy's hairless anus.
"What are you doing, captain?"
"Quiet now, I am going to shower you with love like no one ever has. Think of Pan's secretive doings on the rock and you will be fine."
"Ok"
"Now pull your legs up to your chest."
One finger went in and another and the boy said nothing.
Then Hook positioned his son of a gun right in front the boy's virgin portal and pulled his foreskin back. The glans was gleaming like it was brand new. As soon as it touched the sphincter Hook decided not to hesitate a second and pushed on heading for the best part. His penis had grown to the size of a cucumber, but the oil would cut through like a knife slides through butter; it went all the way. Once Hook had settled for the best position he waited a little so that the young lad could get used to it. He must have been so relaxed for he didn't moan, groan or whine.
"Are you OK?"
"Yeeaah, I think so; I think I like it, captain."
"Good, I am glad it doesn't hurt."
Hook lapped the boy's ears again, breathing heavily in and out while thrusting and grinding his hips, speeding up the tempo a bit. Sweat pearls rolling from his groin which made smacking sounds each time he hit the boy's buns.
The boy wasn't lying; he genuinely enjoyed it; he met and answered all moves with the same intensity; his little prick stood gleaming and shining, his sac bathing in perspiration as did his face.
He sat on Hook's dong as tight as a cork in a bottle of wine. Hook knew he was pretty close to another orgasm; he was short of hands to feel up the boy. He wanted to bite him, eat him alive, and gobble up all of the juices he could think of. The ease at which the boy cooperated made him doubtful of the boy's experience. Maybe he was lying,; maybe Pan had ham him before and so he was used to it. How could one tell if a boy is a virgin? He certainly acted like one. But he didn't moan and felt no pain and yet his arse was so tight. The more he thought about this, the more and faster he fucked him. IN the end he pushed away the boy's hands from his own dingdong and got hold of the whole thing, kneading the balls, the shaft. Now that changed the boy's attitude; he began a song of sighs at a pitch only a buzzard could muster.
"Yes, boy, yelp, I love it, go on, it makes me harder and you'll be rewarding yourself again with this magical feeling.
"Eeehh, eeeeaaah, eeeh," the boy went on and on and then cramped up, his legs went rigid like corpse, his buttocks flexed and twitched, he arched his back and Hook screwed in all he could with an ultimate upward thrust. They came together; that was the real magic.
"I love you captain," the boy murmured sweetly, but he smothered those words into silk bed sheets as he gasped once more in ecstasy.
Hook had enough of this anonymous embrace. This Lost Boy had to have a name surely?
"Rosebud, Captain, that's my name. Pan didn't like my real name."
"What name was that?
"Narcissus"
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