Peter Pan and Me

A soft slender set of fingers rubbed water over a hard gently skin
covered hip bone. Going in from there to crotch and up the belly. A lush
flowing rampant head of yellow hair shaking in the water under a
waterfall. Long light colored eyelashes, not a hint of imperfection on
this body, not even a pimple, a freckle. Nothing. He was brilliant. I
knew it. Tyler knew it. Scen was his idea of a perfect man, a perfect
boy, a perfect mate. Only...for Tyler, homo sexuality was evil. We've
been through this before but I will say there was this religious youth
leader, the Cardinal, in Tyler's castle fortress town, who kept Tyler
embedded with dogma and false religious beliefs and among these, the fact
that being gay was evil and a sin. But as the sun began to set, the last
lingering light rays threw a rounding kaleidoscope around the lake and in
particular it centered around the amazing body of the Viking boy. Tyler
gushed red in his face. He blushed and moved toward the lake. What would
he do if he got there? What would he do if the boy saw him. He stopped, a
giant leaf making its way back to where he disturbed it. It hit another
leaf on its way back and Scen, being of fantastic hearing and he not
having even the slightest bit of a pointed ear, heard it. He turned. He
caught some water between his upraised hands but then lowered them to a
prayer like standing. He turned toward Tyler, who was the deer caught in
the headlights. His eyes widened. Tyler's. Scen's. Scen smiled, "No,
young man, don't go. C'min, the water's so warm even at this late hour."

Tyler didn't know what to do. He worked his way around the lake and
watched as Scen waded from the waterfall toward him. He swallowed and
watched Scen come closer and closer. His chest tingled as mine always did
whenever I looked at Peter. His breast tingled and tightened. Scen
smiled, "Lose the robes, aren't you hot?" Scen rose up in front of
Tyler, totally naked. He put his hands on Tyler's robes, "You are? Hot,
aren't you?"

"I..."

Scen took the robe sides and opened them. Under that Tyler wore a blue T
shirt, a bit too short to reach his undies, "So many clothing...well, if
you don't want to swim, you don't have to..."

Tyler looked at Scen's thick pink lips. And his water glistened body. A
few goose bumps maligned the soft skin. Tyler's eyes started to water. He
wanted to...so bad. He wanted to kiss Scen. But he didn't want to. Scen
smiled, perfect teeth. Green eyes reflecting the darker green of the
forest. "Beautiful..."

Scen gulped now. "You are..." Scen took Tyler's hand and lead him
toward the water, the robe falling off. As Scen's feet and ankles
submerged, he reached to the T shirt and pulled it over the top of
Tyler's head, innocently. "I..I've never felt like this about a boy
before...."

Tyler blinked as the shirt messed up his light wavy brown hair, "I
have....and you..."

Scen thought about it and waved the shirt infront of his nose, "Mmmm,
nice smell. Me? I think I never felt like this about anyone before. Girl.
Boy. No one. I think...."

"You love me, don't you?"

Scen smiled, "I believe I do....love at first sight. I think you feel
that too." Scen playfully threw the shirt toward Tyler who tried to
grab it with a laugh. Tyler grabbed it and Scen pulled and pulled himself
back at the same time. They both tumbled, Tyler front first, Scen back
first, into the water and came up laughing. Scen reached down to pull
Tyler's underwear off but he gasped.

"No, no. Not that. I'm not really ready for that...."

Scen wasn't sure what Tyler meant. "I don't know what you mean. I just
thought you would like to feel less hot."

As if I could. Tyler thought. He turned, in the water, away from Scen,
"Oh...."

"What is your name, my love?"

"Tyler. And you?"

"Scen, son of Graham the Bloody."

"Don't like the sound of that."

Scen smiled and kicked Tyler's legs out from under him so that Tyler fell
into the water, over his head. Tyler came up laughing and said, "Oh
yeah!" He splashed, hardy. They got into a splashing fight. This lasted
a long time and alerted NeverBirds, two Indian tribes (who had more to
worry about in the adult Vikings), and who knows what else? By the time
they stopped, the lake a slight bit drained, Scen looked down at the
water at his own penis, grown to seven times its normal size and
thickness. He wasn't sure what this was. He did have a dream once. And it
was a violent dream. It was about two men holding him while a younger
man, he believed it to be a younger version of his father, stabbed him
slowly in the stomach. This gave him an erection and he cam that night
for the first time. He was not sure what it was that came out of him and
he thought he was dying. His father didn't tell him much about bodily
functions and Scen didn't ask his father anything about it. His father
did tell him that "stuff" was cum. Not that that meant anything to Scen.
Scen flash backed. Now he knew what this was. A love thing. A love tool.

Tyler on the other hand, knew fully what this was. And it was happening
to him too. He had many dreams too but they were less violent and more
about having sex with men, men who were hot, men who were younger than
he, older than he, black, Puerto Rican, middle white America, British,
French, all types. He wondered if he were back in the real world, if he
would have a homo sexual life but then again he thought about his mid
West parents, their stifling religion, and how it would have capped him
from being the full prince he was in Neverland. Tyler's face, became more
elfish, more impish as he stayed in Neverland, not that that was a bad
thing. He was definitely hot. His face, his brownish reddish tint to his
hair, his almost pug nose but not quite, he was undoubtably handsome. And
his lean, tall, skinny but naturally muscled body, his Irish complexion.
He and Scen were the same height, over 6 feet tall, non athletic in some
ways, yet boyish and defensive in others. And at this moment, Tyler knew
he loved Scen more than anything. Scen was something new. His dick was
alive to Scen. It was not just some dream, some artwork someplace.

I always meant to check up on Tyler's full past but no one knew where to
start. He was from the Mid West, that much we knew. His parents were Mid
Western Bible Belt homophobes who wanted their son to grow up to be a
Bible thumping hand clapping worshiper and set him up to marry a girl
named Elise for all that we knew. We actually knew a lot. I figured he
was from Texas for some reason. But I had major blanks when it came to
Tyler. He was about 15 or 16 but at what age did he come to Neverland?
And how did he get here? Did Peter bring him? And if Peter did bring him,
would either one of them remember that? I know I'd never forget that kind
of trip. And what about Tyler's older 7 prince brothers? The ones who
were all but forcing him to marry a female? Where did they come from? How
did they get here and why is Tyler, the youngest, the ruler over all 8
kingdoms? It didn't make much sense to me.

"Wow, lookatthat!" Scen said as they huffed, covered with water from
head to toe and stood in the lake where it was low. Scen was pointing
below the water at Tyler's crotch.

Tyler looked sheepish. "I..." He turned and put his hands over his penis
area.

"No, don't, it...it's lovely," Scen reached down and gently put both
hands over Tyler's and removed them and then took his right hand and
started to massage Tyler's cut shaft. His own uncut one rose to extreme
heights, coming out of the water like some turtle head!

"Ahhh," Tyler shut his eyes and leaned back a bit, "That feels...so...."

"I know," Scen said as Tyler's absently did the same thing to Scen's. He
was not sure where to put his own hands so he put them on Scen's lower
shaft and worked his way up with both hands.

"Feel funny," Tyler opened his eyes and looked, "Wow. You're not cut."

"No," Scen said.

"You're like the Jews..."

"Yes, is that a problem for you?"

"What? Oh, no," Tyler smiled and then as he hit a thick vein on Scen's
penis, he swallowed hard and pulled back, not noticing the wetness that
came from Scen's slit.

Scen has his left hand around Tyler's back, "Tyler, what's wrong?"

"No look, here, get them! Something tells me they know the way out of
this infernal enchanted forest!"

A boy's voice. Young. Younger. He had golden brownish hair and blue
green eyes and it was straight over his forehead and ears, a bit long in
the back. I knew him of course but as far as I knew, Tyler did not and I
definitely know/know that Scen had no way of encountered Lucius in the
past. That's right, Lucius, that little boy from the arena that made the
Lost Boys fight. Remember him? I tried to forget. I never forgot that
that little arena squabble cost Oliver his life, saving Peter. It was
about this time, Peter and I hovered over the Never Land.

The sky was turning darker and the clouds rolled in. And it became the
ominous nether self. I loved it this way. And somehow, the menace had
gone from it for me at night, maybe something to do with Seth being gone
and having encountered the darkest night ever. Anyway Lucius had grown a
bit and he reminded me of that boy from the movie GLADIATOR with what's
his name...damn...even omnipotent, my memory is like a ....a ...what's it
like? Russell Crowe. Now there's someone who doesn't turn me on at all.
But the boy in the movie...Spencer Treat Clark, well let's just say
Lucius looked a little like him, without the charm mind you. I think
Clark was also in UNBREAKABLE. And a LAW AND ORDER and...

But again, once again, I digress. In a white toga with a skirt, Lucius
had a remnant of gladiator men with him and one or two Roman soldiers. He
ordered them to drag Tyler and Scen out of the lake, which they did,
unceremoniously. "What shall we do with them, sir?"

"Sir? But you're just a little kid." Tyler said and the soldier holding
him shook him.

"Little kid!?? And you are just a teenager but I happen to know that you
rule 8 kingdoms!" Lucius was in a chair that two big black men carried,
and they wore loin cloths. "Let me down!" The men put the chair down and
Lucius ran over to Tyler, putting a finger in his face, "Do with him? Why
I want him to show me the way out of this Never Happy Never Land!"

"Way out?" Tyler shrugged, "The fairies can..."

"Did I say I wanted the fairies to tell me?" Lucius pointed his finger
into Tyler's bare chest, "Did I? If I wanted them to tell me, I would ask
them! But they won't tell me. It's you that shall tell me and find me a
way out of here. My men here have seen you come and go..."

"Tell him," Scen said and turned to Lucius, "And we will be freed?"

"Yes of course, of course, after I am home in Rome!"

"Rome?" Tyler stamped, "I don't wanna go there!"

"Too bad! The fairies...oh but I see..." Lucius looked at them
suspiciously, "I see I am asking two fairies...two fairies of a different
nature..."

"What do you mean?" Tyler demanded.

"You know perfectly well what I mean. Look at you." Lucius smiled,
"Admit it! You're a gay boy!"

"WHAT?" Tyler yelled, "I AM NOT!"

Scen looked at them both, "I..." He was dumbfounded. Tyler certainly was
to him.

"Either way you will take me to where I want to go!"

"Unhand him, you file villain!" Je'ne pointed a sword from the air at
the Roman soldier holding Tyler.

"It's not file, it's vile," Rico said, flying near him, "And we've
already fought Vikings tonight so can't we...."

"Silence, dog!" Je'ne said, "Down and at them!"

"Peter!" I gasped, hovering over the boys Jene, Rico and Rollin.
"They'll kill them!"

"Oh no they won't!" Peter said musically and dove directly at them.
Swords came out. I followed. "Go greet mother boys! He's back!" Peter
said as he clanged the swords of two men, one a Roman soldier who just
threw Tyler down and the other, a gladiator who wore very little but his
bulging oversized muscles.

"YOU!???!!" Lucius yelled, "You stay out of this!"

Tyler was helped up by Scen as two gladiators came at them. Tyler gasped,
"He wants someone to lead him out of here!"

Peter knocked the swords down and away and the soldier put his hand up in
surrender. The Roman gladiator next to him, did the same. "He's
unbelievable."

"I am, I am!" Peter said and as the two black slaves tried to prevent
him from landing near Lucius, Peter kicked them both in the face and
knocked them back, then he landed and as the pair came at him, "Hey, you
guys are twins!" Peter put his arm under one's arm and massive though
it was, Peter was able to move him this way and while using his other arm
to put under the second slave's arm and he banged them together and
turned his body, his feet leaving the ground again in the air and he
drove them down onto each other and they clumped over into a bush.

Je'ne, Rico, and Rollin and I hovered nearby. I saw an archer taking out
a bow and arrow, "Oh no, you don't!" I shot down feet first and kicked
the bow from his hand, the arrow falling uselessly. I then spun head down
and punched the back of the archer's neck and he fell forward into some
sticker bushes.


"OW!"

"Serves you right!" I said and flew up to the three boys, "Where is the
fairy boy and Queen Mab...?"

"A falcon's after them...in the hollow tree area..." Rollin panted, "I
don't think he's gonna let them out until....they starve..."

"Nonsense," I patted Rollin's back and said, "Go home, Peter and I will
handle this."

Rico frowned, "Oh good."

"But, but, but..." Je'ne said.

"Honestly, Je'ne, you thinking about butt that much worries me. Now go!"

At my urging, the three boys flew off but before Je'ne could tell me the
rest. About...

"Vikings!" Peter said maliciously and joyously, all at once. For Graham
(really should be spelled Graeme but I like it better Graham), and his
men, looking for the one lone brave who shot the captain.

"We are Vikings!" Graham said, "And we seek the savage primitive who
shot and killed our captain with an arrow."

Scen called, "Father....?"

"Father?" Peter's eyebrows went up in disgust and surprise, "Here?"

Scen continued, "Then Captain Acun, he is....has died?"

"Yes my son and I am captain now! Captain Graham to you."

Peter continued his self talk, as he gripped Lucius's shoulders from the
front, "Father? That won't do, that won't do at all. I'll help you get
back home, Lucius."

Lucius looked shocked, "But...but..."

"Captain Acun has his ways but he did not have the more, shall we say
global aspirations! As do I. And for that Acun is dead."

Peter almost whispered, "His name was Acunt? Captain Acunt?" And then
more loudly...... "Acunt! Acunt Acunt!" Peter flew toward Graham.

"How dare you!"

"He was a cunt!"

"Peter!" Even I was shocked. "Such language!" I flew toward them all.

"What?" Peter in engaging a Viking in sword play, almost laying in the
air on his back, turned a bit, "What? Whad I say?" As he did this,
turning toward me, the Viking raised the sword at Peter's back.

I was about to throw a warning yell his way but he was fully aware of it.
I was shocked that I wasn't aware that he was aware of it. Peter's used
his back block to block the sword, using his sword behind his own head to
block the sword.

"It's a female...oh never mind!" I flew to him. "It means pussy!"

"A cat? He wasn't a cat?" Peter turned to Graham's area, once more
blocking, almost absently blocking, the Viking minion's next attempts at
slicing him, "Was he? Never mind, doesn't matter! He was a cunt, wasn't'
he?" Peter laughed.

"Oh my," I said, "goodness...." I flew toward Peter to help him.

"No, you help Mab and the fairy boy, they are in trouble..."

"How'd you know?"

"I can hear them yelling. Go to them."

I hesitated.

"Go now! Or they will die!" Peter snarled at me, his pearly white teeth
in a grimace that made me realize he meant business. He twirled in the
air and blocked another attempt by the Viking to wing his sword into
Peter's back and neck. Peter pushed the Viking off and flew at Graham
again. I flew off just after Peter yelled at me.

In defiance of Peter's attack on him, Graham yelled, "But it is to
Neverland that I shall make my own, new home!"

Peter flew over Graham's head, "Say that again, Captain Grahammy and I
shall cut out your tongue!"

Graham laughed chillingly, "Say what is this? Me thinks a boy is here. Or
is it a fairy? Or is it a boy? Perhaps may that he/she/it does not know
what it is!"

Peter's face turned red, "No one, certainly above all, a father, talks to
me like that!" He waved his swords high in the air, pulling them out
again and as he flew at Graham, Graham's swords were pulled and met them
with a loud sound.

The other Vikings didn't wait for the orders. They attacked the
gladiators, the two slaves, and the two soldiers. The Vikings were fresh
from the fight and as such energized. They quickly ran the slaves
through, for the slaves had no weapons, just bare hands and their bulbous
muscled bellies took the swords with gusto until the swords left and then
the slaves felt pain and eventually death. The Roman soldiers and
gladiators fought valiantly and Peter kicked the head of Graham. The
soldiers were soon speared down dead and the gladiators were wounded
badly and then slain. Peter pushed Graham back and then landed near
Lucius, Scen, and Tyler. The three boys were not sure what to do or where
to run.

"My men!" Lucius cried.

"Died a valiant death!" Peter said, turning to Graham and Scen, "As
did your first and better captain, young blond Viking son. Captain Acunt.
Named for what he is."

Lucius blamed Peter, "You knew they would die. Why didn't you help them?"

"Every MAN for himself," Peter joked. "Far be for me to help a man..."

"Tell us where the Indians are or you will get more of what they got!"
Graham yelled.

"My, my," Peter said, "You seem out of sorts."

"And you, my son, Scen, what are you doing with no clothing on?"

"I...I...I am in love with this prince, sir."

"WHAT??????!!!!"

"It...it's true," Scen said.

Peter looked at them and then turned to glance a victory brow/frown at
Graham. "And I can see why."

"How dare you! Look at my son that way!!!"

Peter was totally innocent when he said what he said next. The poor sap.
He didn't remember much, did he? Think I learn? "What way? Look at him in
what way?"

"Father, I love him!"

"THEN DO NOT CALL ME FATHER! I AM NOTNOTNOT YOUR FATHER IF YOU INSIST
THIS IS TRUE!" Graham hesitated for a moment. He runs to Scen and grabs
him by the arm as Peter flies at him, both swords raised. Five of
Graham's men rush at Peter and raise their swords up and swing at Peter,
keeping at bay from Graham. Peter does manage to cut three of their
swords to pieces, which makes those three back off but he is kept from
helping Scen, who is grabbed roughly by his father, "I do not permit men
who love men in my kingdom!"

Scen tries to get loose, "Father, you're, you're hurting me! Stop!"

Tyler steps his left foot onto the foot of the Viking holding him and as
the Viking reacts, he turns, elbows him in the ribs and the Viking falls
back a bit. Tyler rushes Graham and punches Graham's chest with both
hands but Graham, backing a little, holds onto his son even more and with
his other hand grabs Tyler's two wrists and lifts him off the ground,
"You! The object of my son's desire! You shall die...NOW!"


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