Peter Pan and Me

APPLE CIDER RISES

There's that feeling Peter likes. No, not that feeling. The one that
comes with the end of a school year. The feeling that one has finished
with something and it's gone, completed, never to bother you again. And
even if you failed, which I almost never failed grade wise at anything,
but even if you did fail, the fact that it cannot come back to haunt
you...although when I went to school it could always come back to haunt
you. Today's children aren't left back...at least not where I used to
work and it was a selling point to the kids not to do their work during
the year cause their parents would get them out of having to go to summer
school, for whatever reasons...family outing would have to be cancelled,
kid had to go to camp to get them away from their parents, whatever.
Peter would get us all out of school forever, not just for the summer.
But that feeling was coveted by all, including, suprisingly Peter
himself. So every now and again, he'd allow us to play school again, just
like the Wendy used to...I, for one, and for a teacher, hated school
myself. I hated rules. I hated bullies. And they came in all sizes,
teacher bullies, kid bullies, and it never failed to amaze me how
teachers as well as other kids, even other victims, would admire and like
bullies. I hated having to get up early every fucking morning to go to
things I hated. I hated criiticism, still do. And most teachers back
then, were critics, not helpful ones mind you. They tempted you to talk
back to them, which I never did. Oh but now I would. I guess that's Peter
rubbing off on me. And rubbing his thoughts off on me and rubbing off on
me. Get it? He likes to rub on me. A lot these days. Anyway, there we
were, playing school in the above ground high up tree house, formerly
Wendy's. Now mine. Or so Peter said. He'd sit on a stool, pretending even
to be the dunce sometimes, just to see what it felt like when Tootles
used to do it. And I'd teach and the kids would pretend to either be good
students: think Bo, Jennie, even Je'ne and Sole. And others would pretend
to be dumb (none of them really were) or actually be themselves by being
bad and almost evil to the teacher. Peter would step in if they were too
bad but he secretly liked it when they went over the line. It would make
him have to step in and pull rank on them. Which he loved too.

But we all loved the fact that I would call, "School's out for the
summer," which one of the wise asses, sometimes Peter but not always,
would correct, "ForEVER." And all of this made us feel awfully good and
glad and all that. On this day, it was school's out forever that came
from ME and we all flung ourselves out the door of the house, only to
fall straight down toward the ground to nearly die. Peter caught a few of
us by the arms and dragged us into the air and the rest of us just played
at dying, slowing ourselves and pretend dying on the ground. Not that I
approved of that sort of thing. Peter always played dead best, what him
being dead at various points in his life and actually being dead so long
thanks to the ex demon Seth, who was a demon at the time...you get the
point. Peter could play dead best and when he did it, it always turned me
on. Big time. I mean really big time. Anyway play is play and Peter on
this day did not want to play dead. I've never seen him so alive as on
this day. It was a sort of Neverland beginning of summer in the air and
the cool breeze as we flew, following him on his next venture, gave us
all a tingle of thrilling excitement. Peter flew low and we followed. We
passed an emaculate area of Neverland where seven girls in red dresses
were tapping an Irish step dance. It was beautiful. "G'day," Peter would
say in his very good Aussie voice. "G'day," he'd say again as we passed
girls in green dresses tap dancing. These, I thought, looked rather human
but as girls never turned me on, I rarely if ever paid attention to
details. I always looked at girls, for they fascinated me but not in the
way Peter and boys and men would. So we passed a few like this. "You know
this tradition started cause' n, like the king would force them to dance
for him and they kept their upper bodies stiff in rebel onion."

I smiled. Peter the learner? The intellectual? Either way he just taught
me something I didn't know before.

And we even passed a gang of leather boys, practicing their dance
routines. NOT totally naked either, in leather chaps, leather
thongs...which reminded me too much of the brothers of Tyler's armies...

"Peter, where are we going? PETER!"

"WHAT?"

"Where ARE we going?"

"Just keep flying!"

"But we're all getting tired!" Sole called out to him.

"We're all out of stock at home for drink!" Peter said and stopped flying
so that I bumped into his bare, sweating, slick and very hot back. It
hardly moved him at all but move him it did. "SO...there!"

I heard the rushing of great speed. The sound of what seemed to be
roaring. More monsters? I peered out from behind him and then saw what
made the sound. "But...but..Peter...I don't think..." I had to turn
upsidedown to view the strange apparition before us. "It..." I looked at
it upsidedown and blinked. For from this view, it seemed to be a kind of
waterfall, a bit dark looking, as though it were dirty. "Peter, I don't
believe waterfalls are supposed to be upsidedown."

Bo added, "I know they're not."

Peter blinked, "That's because...this is not a waterfall!"

"What?" I asked, excitement of the good kind rising up in my chest, "Then
what is it?"

"Apple cider!" Peter laughed, "And we need drink in the underground house
and the tree house. So there..."

"But it's not falling..." I chided on this point.

"That's because it's an apple cider rise. Not an apple cider falls. NOW
GET SOME BUCKETS OR GET LEFT BEHIND!" Peter dashed head first out of the
sky toward a great huge tree where huge acorns were with some leafy
leaves sticking out the sides. He bowed to the tree, "May I and my
friends?"

The tree shook and the acorns fell. Peter grabbed two and motioned to the
rest of us to get acorns, giant acorns, which would serve as buckets.
Soon, armed with acorn buckets, two each. Peter of course, had to get
four and hold two of these on his toes, the show off, we hovered not far
from the rising rapids. It was the most amazing thing. The apple cider
started close to the ground, near a lake of pure water and just turned to
apple cider as it rose up and spilled into the sky. "Gettting into that
is going to be dangerous."

Peter shrugged, "Of course, dangerous is what I'M all about!" He took off
for the rapids and vanished into them.

"Don't I know it," I said, "C'mon boys, let's not let him have all the
fun." They shrieked in fun and acknowledgement and followed me into the
rapids. Which started to send up sky high as we entered. We all passed by
Peter, who was holding his breath. The apple cider shot all of us, save
Peter, out the top and we lost our buckets mostly. We also lost some
ability to fly correctly but fortuneately we were able to pull out of
this problem by the time we hit the ground. Not giving up, we all took up
the acorns again and by this time, Peter had filled eight acorns with
apple cider, laughing and soaking wet with the sticky stuff. I drew the
boys back inside and the buckets were difficult to hold.

"Like this!" I said, "Try it like this!" I had an arm around Bo and
Jennie and another around Rollin. The buckets were thrown upward but this
time, we held onto them and the rising apple cider filled the buckets,
"NOW go with it!" We shot up and held the buckets up and upon exiting the
top, we managed to level the buckets so that only a small amount in each
bucket spilled. And all the while inside the "rises" we were being pushed
up by the force.

"I..." Peter was just floating there, waiting for us as we came to him
with our spoils... "I of course, have over twenty and without any
spillage."

"I see some spillage," I handed my buckets to Je'ne.

Je'ne just said, "Hey..." The four buckets made him fly lower and slip
toward the ground but not so fast as to hurt him. He landed near Peter's
buckets and smiled, "Second only to Peter."

Rollin landed near him, "Oh, but those two are Chase's buckets."

"Oh, yeah, drat!" Je'ne pouted for a small bit and then smiled, "Aw, it
didn't matter."

I flew near Peter as the other boys followed Je'ne. "You are sticky. And
spilling all over."

Peter frowned and was taken aback, "What? Where'm I spilling?"

"If you don't know..." I flew near to his wet, sticky body, slick with
apple cider myself, and put my face in his and kissed his thick lips. His
eyes went wide, "And you taste so great..." I could feel his sticky legs
bopping into mine. And when they parted with mine, a great smacking sound
occurred. And I put my legs between his. Dripping, mostly with apple
cider. Peter didn't know where to put his arms but finally put them
around me. And kissed me back. I was amazed at this and Peter just seemed
to think we were playing at some adult game. Which we were. Tongues
slipped over apple cider and each other's. Then Peter got behind me and
put his legs around my waist and yelled, "WAAAA HOOO!" He flipped us both
in that position and the boys, looking up at us, laughed. I felt a bit
dizzy but glad for the attention it got away from my growing member.
Peter still didn't know what to make of it, although he's felt it up
against his body a number of times. I think in some way it scared him.
His own, too. He knew that it signaled growing up in some way and if he
thought about cutting it off, he never told me. I think in some juvenile
way, he enjoyed it, on some immature level. Which spooked me somehow but
I can't understand why it did. It was perfectly natural. But anyway Peter
waved for the boys to carry the cider home and when I protested that I
should help, he waved it off and carried me, yes carried me, embarrassing
at it is to admit, to a giant rainbow garden. There he laid me down in a
giant rose that opened at a mere nod from him. I was tired from all this
and laid on my back and then on my side.

"Pete, we have to get back to help the children with the cider and..." To
my utter surprise, he was on top of my side, straddling me and kissing my
bare hip, my side, and working his way up from there along to my under
arm. "Peter, I must smell..."

"Mmmm, smell like roses, Chase, roses." He shut his eyes and kissed my
under arm and worked his way around from there, semi flying, semi
touching, the briefest of touches along both my arms, the chilling
goosebumps he created from there, rubbing my arms with the barest of
touches...my hair stood on end. I wanted to turn. "I can't tell you how
much you make me feel good...how much I love you."

"Peter..." I was breathless. I didn't want to move. "Are you...are you
just playing games again?"

"No, no games," Peter said, "Not here, not among the Roses of Love...I
love you so fully...I would die for you...I did die for you. And I know
you would for me..."

"Peter..." My heart wanted to beat out of my chest. I became totally
hard. I didn't want to know if he did. I think he did. I felt it, him,
pressing against me...He kissed my lips, his so hard and heavy and yet so
powder like and soft...a warrior, a fairy, an elf, an imp, a boy of
nature, a boy of the mist and the wind, of the gardens...His hot breath
was on me and he smelled of lemon and roses and apples and apple cider
and of dead pirates and vikings and wood...and pine...honey... "You're
heaven, Peter, heaven..."

"Seen that. You 're better." Peter sniffed in my ear that faced him and
roughly suddenly he turned me onto my back, "So much better. I want you!"

"God!" I gasped, "Peter I want you to want me! I want you in me! I want
you so much. I can feel and taste it!"

Peter smiled and kissed my chest, my stomach, working his way, again,
semi flying, downward to my stomach and he kissed under my belly button,
put his tongue in my belly button, and it felt so kind and warm. He went
lower but I felt odd somehow. This was Peter Pan and yeah, we did things
before but this was going to be IT. Fully IT. I mean he entered me before
but I think this time he wanted me to do the same to him. And I would.
Peter heard a howl far off. "Wendy's wolf. I wonder if he needs help."

"He doesn't." I said, "It's morning afternoon..." Truth was I didn't know
what it was and didn't care. It seemed to be late afternoon but it was
sunny and would be for hours.

"C'mon," Peter suddenly pulled my hand and nearly my arm from its socket.
He flew me upward, "Let's go get some apple cider, I'm thirsty."

"What the f..." I looked at him.

"What? What I do now?" Peter looked at me innocently. He wasn't teasing
this time. He was just being Peter.

I looked at him, my anger fading as fast as it came. I loved him. Just as
he was. So I followed. Back at the underground house, Peter drank apple
cider and started to drink more and more than any of the boys. He somehow
got notion that they drank a great deal before he and I arrived back at
the house. There we sat at the long table, me on one side, Peter o the
other, Peter drinking from jugs and even from one of the buckets. I
smiled, "How uncouth."

Bo said, "Yeah, how uncouth..." Then he looked up at Sole and Je'ne,
"What does uncouth mean?"

Je'ne said, fully believing it, "I think it means uncool..."

"Yeah, it does," Sole said with authority. Landen, Aoi, and Rollin nodded
their agreement. Only Jennie, the one who never spoke out loud but who
could telepath directly to minds, nodded the other way. But even he, who
never drank, drank the apple cider. Even I took a sip. I can't say for
sure why but I hated apple cider. It was so bitter and sweet at the same
time, giving the worst to my taste buds of both. I liked apples. Hated
apple cider. Thus, Peter was back to leading the lost boys in a game.
They pretended the cider was adult cider and got them drunk. They acted
the part of being drunk, falling around, slurring their words, even play
fighting and hugging. Two of the boys, Rollin and Aoi fell into each
other's arms in a mock gay romance...funny that. I wondered if they
mocked us but I knew Rollin knew and he didn't seem to be mocking, only
having a great deal of fun. Even Peter laughed at Rollin. Usually he had
to be the funniest one. Of course, he was the one who drank the most and
that nice flat stomach of his grew enormously, as he imbibed gallon after
gallon of apple cider, in order to beat the others. And he did beat the
others. "I do declare the winner is me," Peter said in his best drunk
lisp. He then fell back in his chair and mocked a snoring sleep. I knew
he was not asleep. The others did the same. Then Peter rose up, bored of
fake sleeping and he banged a mug on the table and apple cider flew up.
He flew backward and over and head over heels. He landed gracefully and
flew outside, "Follow me!"

We did. Outside, Peter left us. We all looked around. "What now?" Landen
asked, "How long do we..."

Peter returned with a long roll of plastic and he uncurled it like it was
some carpet welcoming us to some movie ceremony that Jeremy Sumpter might
have attended, walking down the red carpet at a movie premier. He then
flew down the hole that was his and came back up with apple cider and
doused the entire "carpet" with it. He then landed in front of it. I
nodded my head in puzzlement, "What's he doing now?"

"If you don't know, we certainly don't," Sole declared. The other Lost
Boys were signaled by Peter to bring up all the rest of the apple cider
buckets, jars, mugs, and cups. Aoi was bumped from behind as he flew by
Landen so he turned, dumped a cup on his head and smiled. Landen licked
it up.

"Tastes better this way."

Aoi laughed and dumped a cup over his own head and then grabbed a cup
from Rollin's hand and dumped that on his own head too. "You are too
right, buddy!"

Peter cleared his throat for the others to listen and he would not do it
more than once. So we all stopped. "This is how it is played. No flying.
Just SKIDDING!" He charged into a run and dove onto the clear plastic
roll and he body surfed all the way down it, coming to the end and nearly
smashing off it into a tree, headfirst. He laughed and roared as he stood
up, "All will try it."

I balked. I didn't want to try it at all but I did it. Once. Everyone
threw more cider onto the roll and took great joy in doing it while
someone else was skidding on it, on their belly. Landen tried it on his
butt but found he couldn't move on that. Everyone ended this by throwing
apple cider, the last of it, I might add, onto each other in one big
"water" "cider" fight. No one was immune, not even Peter. All the Lost
Boys ganged up on him at one point and he was covered from head to toe in
it. When he began to cry and whimper about it and about him being a king
of the Lost Boys, I licked most of it off his smooth skin, all over and I
do mean all. I found places I didn't think I would ever lick but I did it
and Peter stood for it all. While I did this, the Lost Boys were found in
their own game of apple cidering each other so they didn't seem to notice
how much fun I was having doing this to Peter. Oddly enough, Peter was in
his boyish mode and he too, seemed unaware of the joy this brought to me.
But the festive occasion was not over yet.

Suddenly licked clean of apple cider and I suspect aroused, Peter took
off again. Was he embarrassed about being aroused? Did he not want the
others to see? Did it mean he was growing up? No. Peter returned not long
after and he speared the ground with a giant flagpole of some kind, a
huge spike on the end, great for a spearhead. The top had a giant
facsimile Hawk-like bird on it. It looked familiar. I put it aside in my
mind to enjoy Peter's new game. "Which is..." Peter waved his arms out to
either side, "...climb the rigging avast ye dogs...climb it or die..." He
took out his sword, which I didn't even think he was carrying. Where the
heck did he put it when I couldn't see it? Did he take it from his...?
Anyway he combed the entire metal pole with honey and wanted to see which
Lost Boy could climb it. "None better than I can make it up to the top!"
Then they all tried. Lastly, Aoi almost reached the top, Aoi almost fell
and to stop himself from falling, he flew. "Uh huh, no flying, Aoi, no
flying indeed!" Peter flew over Aoi and put his feet on Aoi's shoulders.

"What are you doing?"

"Get off," Peter said and Aoi slid down, honey all over him. The Lost
Boys, including Aoi, laughed. I had Tantor nearby to hose them all down
with his nose afterward but before this, Peter slid down and then slid up
and down and up, it made me hard and wet all over again. "But I can...it
must be noted, climb it unaided..." He started at the bottom and he
climbed all the way up, the thing covered in honey..."Tada..." Peter
finished, slid down with his legs wrapped around the pole, and landed and
flew again. He rose up, legs out, feet bent up, arms out and chest out
and head up to the sky, "I'm the best! I did it again!"

"Peter, the honey..."

"Yes honey?"

"Yes dear."

"Deer? I don't see deer?"

"I see Bambi!" Bo said. He used to be an elective mute.

"The honey will draw bears..."

"It can't draw bears without a pen or pencil..." Peter laughed loudly at
his own joke.

"Or bees..."

"I hate spelling bees..."

"Peter then if you do, then take that pole away..."

"I shall split it in two, down the middle, like I did to Hook's man-boy
servant, the inventor Billy Jukes...right in there I did it..."

"Can't you ever not talk about killing...?"

"Anyway I was going to say..." Peter was annoyed with me a bit and I
heard it in his voice. This was a time of fun and I ruined it by bringing
up his blood thirsty side. There was so much of it lately. And not enough
fun. But today was fun. We all laughed a lot. "I was going to say that
I'll give half to the bees and half to the bears so they can enjoy it..."

"You probably took the honey from them to begin with," I countered.

"DID not"
"Did too!" I laughed. It was a game and we continued in this vein for
some time.

"Time to do as I say I do," Peter took out his sword and I swear it was a
magic one. He actually used it to split the metal pole in two. He needed
one shot, sword held way over his head and brought down in a grinding
flash. Sparks flew from the meeting of sword and pole. Sheathing his
sword, again in a strange place, down his leaves, Peter took the two
poles into each hand. He flew upward.

"Hey one thing, Peter where'd you get that pole in the first place...?"

"Oh, that's an easy one to answer...from the Viking ship's mast. They've
returned you know..." Peter flew away, making me uneasy about the Viking
ship. Graham being back, I knew. And one or two lackeys. But the entire
Viking shipload of them? All of them back. And how had Graham come back
anyway, with seemingly two new arms and hands? Someone or something had
to be helping him.

I flew overhead and soon reached the air over the bay, which was dotted
with clouds. They couldn't see me. But I could see that Peter was
correct: the Vikings had returned and oh, we had all forgotten: the
Valkeryies' children was still kidnapped by the Vikings, and held in some
place we did not know...I had to remind Peter of this. I noticed there
were Vikings on the ship. I overheard from the clouds, the sentries were
not happy. These that I saw had been punished. While they had been on
duty, someone had stolen their masthead pole...


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