Peter Pan and Me

PETER PAN AND ME 37: HOME CUMMING

I felt alone. Would Peter have left me here in mid air in the arms of the
Statue of Liberty?

Peter ducked in and out of the morning rays between him and the Empire
State Building. I awoke from the arms of the Statue of Liberty and took a
flying leap off into a fly. I moved to Peter, "Peter, what are you doing
now?"

"I'm playing hide and seek with my shadow!" Peter pushed me as he moved
to one side. "It's on the other side. Of course, it's best played between
those two larger buildings...the twins, you know. Let's go there next,"
he said with such boyish enthusiasm that I didn't have the heart to tell
him what I wanted to tell him about those buildings. He moved back and
forth between levels of the building and then flew up higher to ring
around the top point. Luckily site seers could not see him but there
weren't many yet anyhow. It was still frightfully early.

"C'mon let's go! They're taller than this one that King Kong..."

"Peter, they're not there anymore."

Peter's face fell and he floated, bobbed I mid air for a bit.

"The Twin Towers, Peter, they were..."

"Oh that. I know that. Awful terrorist men not right in the mind. Stupid
minded murderers. But Chase, buildings have spirits too and thus, they
are still there in a fashion. But perhaps we should get moving again
because I think the fairy boy misses me."

"He would. I would too."

"Cmon!" Peter turned in the air and flapped his arms and kicked his
legs and moved off.

"It'll be good to get back," I said.

I suddenly remembered in the late 1970s, a women tried to kill herself by
jumping off the Empire State Building but a strong gust of wind blew her
back into an already open window on a lower level and all that she
sustained was a broken leg! It suddenly occurred to me that maybe it
was...

"It was." Peter said as he let himself drift backward so I could catch
up to him, "It was me."

"How did you know what I was thinking?"

"Faith love hope," Peter shrugged as if I should have known this
already.

We passed Niagara Falls, where Peter kissed me under the raining waters
and we moved on. Moving across the US I realized the US was the prettiest
best country in the world. Well, maybe Australia and New Zealand were but
the US rivaled them. In natural and manmade beauty. Peter jumped up from
the sky and landed butt first on the Gateway Arch in St Louis, Missouri.
He rode it down, laughing all the way and just before he hit bottom he
kicked upward and flew upside down off the Arch, "Try it! It's easy!" I
did and had to be rescued by Peter pulling me out of the slide down the
Arch. He laughed the whole time.

"How humiliating," I complained, "I could have been...and had to be
saved by you again and if..."

Peter planted a wet kiss on my mouth, "If you shut yup, I'll tell ya that
I love to save you!" He kept kissing that one kiss for a long time and
in the air. The industrial area was billowing up smoke. Peter coughed out
of the kiss and I wiped my mouth. "Let's go. Adult pollution mars this
perfect morning. I long for my Never Never land." He took off from that
spot and didn't look back. I followed, as always.

Grand Canyon. Bryce Canyon. Zion National Park. A giant dam. Humble town
in Utah where they filmed movies. Giant mountains. Trees. Redwoods.
Churches. Farm patchwork land below us. Cows. Smoke stacks. Windy City.
The Golden Gate Bridge. We alighted on it. "Why are we stopping," I
puffed, "Not that, not that, I'm complaining. I'm beat."

"We need to see the last of the States before we make it to the Pacific,
where the Never Never Never land is."

"Oh, I thought it was..."

"It changes, you know."

"I forgot."

"Tired?"

"Yes."

"Sit down."

I sat on the girder, the highest up we could go just about.

"Okay let's go," Peter patted my leg and flew up from there and then
sideways.

I puffed and decided not to protest. I followed. We flew over the Pacific
and then Peter stopped so that his foot could reach my hand, "Hang on,
again, Chase, you know the routine!" He didn't wait for me to respond.
He just felt my hand on his VERY NICE ankle and took off like a rocket
into space. Blaring, eye sore colors shot around us like some tunnel. The
sound was almost ear breaking. When it stopped, we were over the
NeverLand. It was all glorious and peaceful in a warm sun which had a
face and blew gentle breezes downward, clouds moving gently. At first, it
looked to me like a map, not a modern one but one that looked old
fashioned with pictorials on it with exaggerated details.

I hadn't yet let go of his muscled leg so he shook it and swatted me off.
I sighed. "It's even more beautiful than I remembered."

"Yes, me too, if I could remember." Peter laughed, "Look at how
resourceful our boys have been since we've been away."

Down below in the northwest open ocean side of Neverland, Noah's Ark 2
was docked against the sea bed. Animals were coming off the ark and my
tigers were leading. Nico, the wolf of Wendy's was also there, leading
the more frightened animals off. He didn't realize it was he that they
were afraid of. Fairies were assisting. The fairy boy flew to Peter's
shoulder and stuck his tongue at me. Peter smiled and blew on him and
fairy boy loved this and closed his eyes in orgasmic glee. And rubbed
himself. I shook my head and sighed out air, "Can we land now? I'm
exhausted."

Fairies were organized the animals off. On the south west side of the
island, we saw hundreds of canoes indicating that the Mohegan tribe was
returning. Peter turned and took out a large telescope from his behind
area of leaves. How did he make that thing fit? He looked to the south
east side. "Hmmm, the Apache tribe is returning too."

I came up behind him and tugged on the scope. He wouldn't let me take it
at first and I rubbed on it up and down, erotically. I wondered if he
would notice. He had this sheepishly embarrassing face on his features
and his eyes wouldn't meet mine. Then they did and he gave me his scope.
"It's almost as if the fires never happened..."

"There is that dead Injun," Peter nodded.

"Yes," I said, "I remember," adding as I took the scope down. Peter took
it and it was gone.

"Let's greet the boys with news of Seth's new life!"

"Okay."

When we landed, Rollin, Rico, Pare, Aoi, and Sole hugged me, tightening
me in their grips. Were they biggers? Were they growing up? Peter was met
by the others who hugged him. He hugged them back. Then the groups of
boys switched and we were loved by the opposite groups. Bo, Jennie, Jene,
Barry, and Bailey were on me now. Landen was behind me and kissing my
back. Rubbing my neck. "Welcome home, Chase!"

"Welcome home, Peter!"

"We've missed you!"

"Indeed," a very fat fairy flew overhead and her wings snapped open and
shut faster than any fairy I've ever seen. Or known. "They have been very
bad boys in some ways and good boys in others."

Peter landing, bowed to the fat fairy, putting his arm over his belly and
bending at the waist, "Queen Mab."

"The resettlement of your land, Peter Pan, is almost complete and all the
work done without you present."

Peter shyly smiled, sheepishly grinning and turning red, "I'm never one
to shun work, your majesty, however, this time..."

I intervened, "This time he stopped the whole of Neverland from being
burnt to a crisp. It was he who stopped the devil and his half human son
Seth." I realized I was speaking to royalty. "With all due respect, your
ladyship."

Mab flew over me and looked at me, again, her wings snapping and working
double time to keep her portly frame aloft. She had a wand in her hand
and a large pink gown over her and pink slippers on. And curly brown,
red, and blond hair. She looked stern. Then she laughed, "I know of thee,
Chase...."

"You can just call me by my first name, your lady, if you don't mind."

"I do not. And from what rumors I hear..."

I eyed the fairy boy who was on Peter's shoulder.

Mab continued, "...you have saved many in Neverland too and we all owe
you a debt of gratitude."

I bowed, "Thank you, your lady."

"Such manners. I see you've picked up those from Peter Pan himself."

Pan looked at me with that boyish shrug that said volumes on his
reputation and that it might have been overblown. I'd like to overblow
something on him, that's for sure. Anyway I could have just slapped that
face but I also found it funny. Imagine Mab believing Peter had such
manners! And that he taught me mine! Indeed, around fairies, he was the
perfect gentleman and very kind. He smiled at me. "Oh yes, your majesty.
He is the perfect, most complete...." I caught myself.

Mab flew nearer to me, "You both have earned my respect. And since I tire
of my royal duty..."

"She said duty," Aoi giggled.
Rollin, next to him, laughed, "Duty, duty."

"Silence," Mab waved her wand and a red snap burst at the two boys'
butts and they jumped and said, "OW!"

"If you ever have future need for some quiet time, alert me via the fairy
boy or just whistle. I will watch over these Lost Boys and teach them to
behave as male fairies do."

The Lost Boys were all behind her now, trying to get my attention without
drawing her's. Peter was amused by all this and just watched from
slightly aloft. His right eyebrow was up and his grin could not get any
wider. The boys were all shaking their heads at me as if to say, "NOOOO,
don't do it!"

Mab continued, if she knew what the boys were doing, she didn't let on.
Or Let it stop her from what she wanted to say, "If you and
your...love..ahh....if you and the Pan need time away from these horrid
little brats, just say the word and I shall be your nanny for a time."
Did Mab know how I felt about Peter? She must.

"That's very kind of you but I cannot let a lady of your stature come
to..."

"I shant hear of that high fallutin talk. I need some excitement in my
life and you and he and your dirty faced little boys can give it to me. I
insist. If you need a baby brat sitter, just call me. I shall know if you
employ another and I shant be happy about it."

This last sounded rather threatening and I knew she meant it.

I put my hand out to her to shake it but she kissed it. "Deal my lady!"

"Deal." She said. "Now I must be off to my king of the fairies. He's in
need of a tucking into bed." She came even closer, touching my nose, "As
maybe your Pan does too?"

I turned red and she flew away. I thought Peter and I needed that alone
time--or rather I did to try to get out of Peter what he felt about me
now, or rather what he felt about ....that stuff. Despite just having
had some alone time on the way back here. For now, though, I needed to
get the boys back on track.

I nearly fainted. I lost track of myself. I found myself being carried up
and up and up. Gentle hands held me, horizontally over strong arms. Peter
lifted me and flew up and up, following a giant tree. A door opened. I
was placed easily in the Wendy House. Peter straddled the tree branch
outside the door. "He will be fine. He just died."

The Lost Boys floated outside, concerned.

"He just needs peace and quiet. And me. I shall stand guard outside his
door. The rest of you shall go rest too."

Landen nodded, "But Peter, it's mid afternoon."

Slap.

"Uh, okay," Landen said, "I am kinda tired."

"Oh, me too," Barry said.

"And I," Rollin quickly added.

"And me as well," Je'ne echoed.

Peter smiled and nodded, "Then off with you to the underground house.
Rest up."

The boys left and I fell asleep, mixed emotions all about my eyelids and
scattering my thoughts. Peter. Died. I. Died. Seth. Hook. Kickai. Hot
teen bodies. Muscle men. Navels. Swords. Knives. Spears. Gladiators.
Lucius. Indians. Bare skin. I floated in a sea of confusion but somehow
it was gently soothing. Peter's face filled my mind over all of it.
Wrestler star I had a crush on in junior high school. Muscle boys.
Warmth.

Peter for a thought's second would have abandoned me to my death. Peter
cursed at me. Peter called me gay. Peter rough shodded over me. Bragged
he could beat me. Nearly killed me and the Lost Boys. How could I ever
recover.

Much to my own chagrin, I spent most nights in the Tree House, aka
Wendy's House. For some reason, I wanted to be alone. I made sure the
boys ate and slept and all that they needed to do. I neglected their
bathing but their swimming in the returned calm of gentle Mermaid
Lagoon's still waters, took care of that for a bit. Of course, I would
have to soon add soap to that mix but for now, I relaxed. I stayed away
from Peter as much as I could. I think it puzzled him, when he thought
about it at all. I did this for over a month. I was not taken with him
any more. Well, I mean I was but I wasn't. I thought about leaving him. I
thought about what I wanted. I wanted him to want me sexually. I wanted
him sexually. I thought about this. There are those that will tell you
that because I was in a younger body that I would not be able to..you
know, perform. Well, those people think they know so much. They don't.
They know diddily. Tyler, the prince, came to visit me a few times, his
entire entourage with him, carrying him on a cushioned couch, through the
forest. Oddly enough, this reminded me of Hook and a villain from LOST IN
SPACE that had men carry her on a...well anyway, Tyler knew how I was
feeling somehow and picked up on it. Tyler often said he loved me and/or
Peter and really wanted a relationship with one or us or both of us. I
kept avoiding him and telling him to go home, that I needed rest. I
somehow thought he might have been gay or bi sexual and he didn't know
what he was feeling. I made it a note in my mind to check up on how he
became a citizen of Neverland, what his story was. He was one odd cookie
in my mind and I'm sure I was to him but I was never sure of his
intentions, noble as they seemed at first. Anyway I could not bother with
that now. I had my own problems. I was becoming an isolate. And Peter was
soon to detect that.

"Are you avoiding me?"

He floated by the open window of the Tree House one early evening. The
sun just going down. "No," I laughed but could not make eye contact with
him, "I...I just am tried. After all, I died, Peter."

Peter shrugged that off, "Offf, that," he nodded his head as if to say,
"So what?" But he did say, "Ohpffttt, that. I did it too and for a
longer time. It's not so bad. I'll teach you to live again."

"Peter..."

"Yes?" His face was so innocent at moments like this. Like he knew
nothing. But despite not having aged, he was a lot older than I was. And
he must have picked up some things along the way about sexuality and
adulthood and all that. Not that he would have liked most of it.

"Nothing," I shut my eyes, "I think I need to go to sleep again."

"Oh, okay," Peter said, "When you wake up, will you come and make us
breakfast?"

"Oh, I guess so," I said lightly and slipped away from the window. I
laid down on a bed of roses he made for me some time after I first was
carried up here. I thought he would go but his feet landed infront of my
face, as I had turned on my side. I smiled.

"Chase, are you allright?"

"Do you really care that much about it?"

Peter titled his head like a dog hearing a strange sound, "What kind of a
question is that? You have attitude?"

"Yes, I supposed I do," I sat up and cross my legs like an indian
sitting style.

"Why?" He sat opposite me in the same way and close. His feet touched
mine and they tickled. He laughed. I laughed. Tingles ran through my toes
and my heels, jolted up my calves and kept going. The sun was going
too....down. It was blue and red and yellow outside the windows and
yellow light rays came in, illuminating some of the air dust but even
dust here was nice and healthy. And smelled good. I took my hand and let
it roam to Peter's hair and I put my hand through it, a cotton candy
feel. I shut my eyes and Peter watched my hand warily. He looked ashamed.

"Peter, I need more."

"More?" He seemed to back away even though he was sitting.

"You know I love the adventures, Peter. But they do get kind of ...oh I
don't know. I need more of a ...a life, you know."

But he did not. He looked at me questioningly and not at all in a
sarcastic manner. He forced a smile. "I know something is going on with
you but it must be some adult thing. For it drags you down and makes you
unhappy and...and I can't figure it out easily...I might have....to..."

"What?"

"To think like a...an...ad...like you, I might have to get a bit...older
myself in order to help you."

"You...you'd...duh..dddd. Do that?"

"For you, anything. And only for you."

"Peter," I gagged, "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"Of course, I have a knack for saying nicest things to anyone."

"I think it's lovely how you talk to me. It is because you love me."

"I can't say it enough. I do love you and I know you love me."

"Yes but I'm not very happy with you right now."

"Is it because of the things I said when I was taken over?"

"Yes. And your const...well not constant but your sometimes seeming
hatred of gays and things gay and homo..."

Peter scoffed, "Oh that. Look, it's just my way. It's a boy thing. I know
about gay and homo...se...homo people."

"Can't you say sex?"

Peter stood up, "I think we should talk again when you are less tired."

"Allright Peter. It may not be time. Will it ever be?" I asked this
since he nodded yes to my suggestion that it was not the right time.

"I don't know."

"Will you ever want more?"

"I don't know." Peter said and his heart beat faster. I know because my
heart felt his heart do that. "Can you accept that?"

"I can for now."

"For ever?"

"Forever is a long time."

Peter could not help it. A tear just dropped from his right eye. Then his
left. "Don't...please don't say that. Not that way and not about this."

"You do know about....did Wendy say that?"

"You must know she did."

"I forgot."

"I didn't. She said something like it. Like never is a long time. I now
know she meant that for her to stay in Neverland and never come back was
a long time. That she wanted more. And now you want more."

"Oh, we've been through all this before." I said and as he turned I
grabbed his nice manly shoulder and turned him to face me. I sucked his
long wet tear from his right cheek and up and up to his eye. Then I did
the same to the other side. "I will never leave you for anything. Not
even what I want. I just need to know you don't hate me because you know,
I'm a male, too. And that I love you."

"Hate you?" Peter raised his head and tilted it back somewhat as if this
never occurred to him, "Never." He smiled and it lit up the room which
was now draped in a velvet like blue blackness. "I must admit I always
thought that a girl and I...but it never worked out, didn't it?"

"No."

"They are so fickle. And they want what they want. Their way."

"And you don't?"

"I need someone to like me for me. To like me no matter what I want. To
do things my way. To stay with me even if they ...even if I don't do
things they want me to do. I need you."

"I am that person. But I do need this time to myself ...."

"How much longer?"

"I don't know. Not much longer I would say."

Peter nodded and kissed my lips tightly and turned to jump out the
window, "Oh by the way, we've been invited to a fairy wedding, three
forth nights from now. If you want to go..." He hopped out and flew.

I ran to the window sill and held onto it, "Peter?! Of course I want to
go! Where is it?"

"Kensington Gardens of course, where most fairy weddings are held."

"But we just came from there a few weeks ago...."

"Does that mean you don't want to go?" He floated head first, body up at
the window.

"Phew! Oh no, oh no. I want to go. I must go. I have never been to a
fairy wedding."

"Some humans have been. But none that I know of have actually been
invited. By reputation."

"You mean they know of me?"

"Most do. But I meant my reputation, of course."

"Of course."

"They know you to be a sensitive, gentle, warrior of a person and they
know I love you. They do not hold it against you that you are a male and
that I am also. And..." He kissed me from upsidedown like SPIDERMAN did
to Mary Jane in that movie. It was erotic and hot. Lips upsidedown on my
rightsideup lips. Tongue. Thick lips. I nearly fell backward. "If that's
good enough for them, it's good enough for me. I love you! You are worth
twenty plus twenty girls. And girl is worth twenty boys so that means you
are worth something like what?"

"800 boys?" I smiled.

"Yes," Peter smiled and kissed me again. He put his hands on my shoulders
and sprang away.

"Peter?"

"Yes?"

"I think I'll come back to the house and sleep with you and the boys
tonight."

"Okay but..."

"But what?"

"I thought maybe since you changed your mind, you would want me to sleep
here with you."

"Oh."

"Oh?"

"Oh yes."

And he did.

Time passed. We both fell asleep after some extra curricular activities.
It was now early morning. I turned off my stomach and laid on my back and
stretched on the roses. It was then I realized how much muscle I had put
on and how much fat I had lost. My body was fit and tight and ...well
finally attractive. I was in a daze and thinking like this made me groggy
but horny. My dick was hard and the vein rose up on it and it stretched
too now. I thought of Peter and closed my eyes. I felt someone taking off
my loin cloth and toss it aside. Could this be happening? It didn't feel
right but oh, it felt so right. Some was climbing down the window and
between my legs. I stirred. My legs stirred, my toes curled. Thick lips
met my mushroom head which was leaking pre cum madly. The person on me
was rubbing hands up and down my legs, both smooth, both hands smoother.
I jerked. I spasmed. A cool mouth went down around my member, all the way
down. It was an expert move. Someone who knew what they were doing. I
felt hot. I felt dirty. I felt good. I felt guilty. Peter, should not be
doing this. I should not be letting him. Penis exited moist lips and
hands gripped and rubbed up and down on it. Smacked against a firm but
smooth boyish cheek. I was brought to the edge and the brink, just and
then brought back down again and again and again. Only another male could
know what a male wants, would love to feel and would enjoy having done to
him. Someone who did this many times in the past. It took awhile.
Whoever this was was a total pro. I was ready to explode and did. I
covered my own belly with thick white cum, something I haven't done in a
long time, even alone. My navel was buried beneath thick pools of
white. I moaned loudly as the burst tore loose, a burning shot of
rockets, strings of boy juice firing over and over. I trembled. "Oh
Peter! PETER!" I looked up from my daze and saw the face of the one who
satisfied me and relieved me. "Oh no....ROLLIN!"


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