Peter Pan and Me

PETER PAN AND ME 61
Just the Sex, Pan

I laid on my side on a pink-white-fluffy cloud. I sighed. I rolled over. I
slept. I was restless. I wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the peace. I usually
longed for peace and quiet and easy times. This was different. Nothing was
going on. Not even Peter was having adventures. The clouds felt fine today. It
was a bright sunny day. There were no pirates, demons, devils, errant
angels, Vikings, 6 crazy brothers or a homophobic prince, or anything that even
spelled trouble that can't be named. Yet I was still swimming against the tide
and time. I longed for Peter. I wanted him. Badly and I know somewhere deep
down, he wanted me sexually, too. There were plenty of signs. Especially the
one in bright neon where he just flew out of the air against all odds on a
mission, loaded down with sharp weapons, and just about raped me. And I fucking
liked it. Anyway, I grew harder than hard under my ripped denims. I decided to
discard them. I went fully naked on the cloud. I threw them down and they
landed on some Never Troll's head. Which was all right because he wanted to make
a hat out of them. I guessed I would get some leaves soon, make them a bit
like Peter's but that would only be if he allowed it. There were some things
even I couldn't get away with, even though Peter loved me to bits, even I
couldn't look exactly like him. The two new Lost Boys, the redheaded
Valkeryie-Viking stocky child Tid and the now 6 year old former 17 year old Garvic were
doing well.
But, but, for once I didn't want to think about the Lost Boys. There were so
many of them now they sorta took care of themselves for a change. At least
for a little while they would be okay. And stay outta trouble. I even gave
them a washing not too long ago. I just wanted it to be me and Peter, Peter and
I. Peter Pan and me. I turned onto my bare belly and let the soft clouds form
a softer pillow there for me.
I didn't care what I was anymore. A middle aged man turned what? Nine? 12?
14? I didn't care. All I knew, all I thought about was Peter. I closed my eyes
and he was there. I breathed in and I smelled his boyishness sweat and rose
taste in my nose. I swallowed and I could swear I'd taste his saliva. Ewl
right? Not ewl. It was sweet and sour at the same time, with all the best parts
from both types. Rough or sensitive, slow or fast, hot or cold, Pan was just...
sensuous, sexy, loving, warm, and just plain fucking hot! I wanted him and I
wanted him now. I sat up, swung my legs off the side of the cloud and swung
them. Nervous energy? In two seconds, if something didn't happen, I'd go in
search of him, maybe to fucking rape him, find him and fuck the shit out of
him. I shut my eyes and leaned back again, all my lids screened were images of
him.
Him in nothing. Him in loin cloth, draped with weapons and without. Coy.
Winking. Long hair, short hair. Ears more pointed. Ears more normal. He knew I
liked them more normal so he kept them that way most of the time unless he
were up against some enemy he wanted to scare or more likely, were mad at me and
trying to irritate me or make me mad back at him. And it worked. Him
standing against a tree, one arm on it, one arm bent, hand on his bare sexy hip.
Black hair, red hair, brunette hair, all shades in between but I saw him mostly
in my preferred blond. I loved his blond hair. And those eyes. Those cheeks.
Full blooded and sometimes bloody lips. That chin. Those perfect baby teeth.
I just wanted to bite those lips and pull them down from his teeth and kiss
him all over his mouth inside and out. Feel him between me. Feel me between
his legs. I just wanted him. Fuck, shit, where was he?
As it turns out, he was thinking pretty much the same thing as I. Only I saw
him on another cloud and sulking. Turning over and over, belly, back, belly
back...back and back again. Restless. He didn't want to grow up but he wanted
to not miss out on some game he knew was played, not by children but by teens
who were partially grown up. How could he do these things? Yet his body told
him he wanted to. Every time he was around me. And his penis was fully
engorged and it scared him sometimes. Sometimes, such as when he basically
sexually attacked me...something I fully and whole heartedly wanted and allowed...and
loved...he had wild abandon and didn't care. The hurt in between his legs told
him he loved it as much as I. And we waited. For each other. Would it take an
eternity?
I looked again. Was he even there? Or was it some cloud that looked like
him. That happens sometimes. I hoped it wasn't a shadow. Peter's had an awful
lot of trouble in the past from shadows, and not just the one that Nana bit
off so long ago. There were Pirate Shadows and all that...but I didn't care
about that now...He was not on that cloud after all...
I turned again and laid on my back. I shut my eyes. He descended just then,
this time, slowly. I opened my eyes and I saw the inquisitive Peter above me.
His long blond curly hair shining in the sunlight, glistening rainbow like
effect shimmering outward from the circle that is his delicious head. His
green eyes tinted blue and then hazel and then full on green. His tingling body
seemed to grow in size as he moved. He came closer, slower. He almost touched.
I widened my eyes and then knew his intent and smiled. My eyes glazed over
but I continued to observe him. As he observed me. Closer. His face was full
of glow and of love. He tilted his head in that way he does when he's
examining something for the first time. Closer. Our chests just barely touched, I
could sense his nipples hard and just tapping against mine, no, not even a tap,
a mere wisp windly just brushing against mine. His whole body pulled back,
flying. Yet....closer. He fought against the pull back and came. We met. He put
a leg over my leg. Another leg over another leg. He was mounting me. The
clouds beneath and around us formed to our body contour. He thrust his hips into
me. I wrapped my arms around him tightly. I rolled him, "Peter, I love you so
much. So much."
He repeated, "So much..."
"Peter, I want to be you and I want you to be me. I want you inside me."
"Inside..."
"I want me inside you."
"Inside you..."
"I want us to be one...one..."
"Us...one..."
Peter was on the bottom now and I mounted my legs over his tight muscled
ones. "I can't take any more of this. We have to do this..."
"Do this..." Peter, unbeknownst to me at the time, was fingering a dull
edged knife. One of his many weapons he stored. A dull knife would take a longer
amount of time to kill but it would hurt more.
I turned Peter over onto his belly and the cloud rose up to meet his face
and lick it. He squirmed as I put myself into his opening. I wasted little to
no time. I pulled out. "Are you hurting?"
"Me, hurt? No, go on. I can take it like a...like a boy should."
I rubbed my penis between his cheeks, rubbing up and down the crack, passing
the hole which perked against me and made almost go wild, my entire penis
tingled and jerking involuntarily. I had my hands on his hips, moved them down
every now and then to rub his thighs, the sides of his buttocks and his back.
"I wanna cum on you!! I wanna cum on your back and your bare belly button!"
He turned to me, facing me, body to body. He pressed me. We were horizontal.
I was on the bottom again but our bellies rubbed. I pushed myself against
him, my dick rose between us, sliming him with thick bubbly pre cum. I felt his
doing similar things. Often this scared him and I could see in his face,
this time was no different. However, there was something else in his manner, in
his face, in his resolve. He was committed to this...or to something. "You
want me in you?"
"Yes, put it in me all you want, any way you want, as deep as you want and
leave it there for all eternity. I want what you want."
Perhaps Peter thought, child like, that I meant the knife. Perhaps not.
Perhaps he was thinking that I threatened his immortal and eternal childhood. And
the only way to keep himself safe from me was to slay me, to kill me, to
stab that knife so hard and so deep into my belly button that I would die and he'
d forget me and slip and skip on into the rest of time.
Suddenly, we were vertical, the actions of the cloud. Maybe the cloud was
obeying Peter's mental state or orders, I don't know. I literally felt his
body go primal as I had so many times in the past. Only this time, as I
throbbed against him and he against me, I didn't care. He could kill me and I wouldn'
t care. As long as it pleased him, I didn't care. The slightest bit of fear
left me as I felt the point of that dull knife inch between us. The hot flesh
that met was somewhat parted in places by the cold steel of the knife. The
blade was dull all the way down. The point began a slow march into my stomach
hole and truth be told, fetishly, I LOVED it there. It just made me hotter. I
felt great. It made him hotter. I thought how rugged and rough my soft
Peter Pan was. I couldn't bare it and he pushed my back to a rising wall of cloud
and it felt wonderful. I met our lips and kissed him and this time, he
responded in kind, and fully. He entered my mouth with his tongue and I did the
same. Our bodies grinded. Hips jagged into each other. Pre cum was beyond pre
cum. I bit his lower thick lip and pulled it and he thrust his upper lip into
mine. Our heads waved at each other as we enjoyed deep kisses.
Magic spots appeared all over our bodies, I felt his as well as my own.
Tingling. Peter touching them. Me touching his. I felt my touch on his body as
him. I felt his touch on my body as me. We seemed to be merging into one...
something Peter might have to stop before it was fully solidified and believe me,
our bodies were solidifying, harder and more erect than either had ever been
before...
The blade had rubbed past lower boy belly and entered my belly button on a
slant. As we kissed, Peter turned it and straightened it out between us. Also
straightening out...or rather up, between us, was our thick man rods. Peter's
was on fire. Mine was heating up. We sweated. I parted from his lips and put
my head downward. I licked his proud neck and up and down. I kissed his
boyish chin and he smiled. I then looked up at his eyes and they were somewhat
cold but replaced immediately by a warm love for me. As I put my head on his
shoulder, inching down, kisses squirming over him from me, I felt that knife go
in just that much deeper. "Do it, Peter, do it..." I said.
"Do it, Chase."
Our bodies were very hot now. The cloud we were on, rose with us on it. I
didn't care. I saw other clouds left behind. Peter pressed. I pressed...birds
passed, Waldren passed. He also passed a warning on to me. I ignored it.
"Peter, whatever makes you happy, I want. I don't care what you choose any
more. I love you so much, I don't care. I want to be with you forever and
forever and be part of you. Just do what you have to do to stay the way you are
or move on, whichever you want..." I rubbed my hands up and down on his
back and pressed them, finally, into both butt cheeks. I pulled his butt cheeks
forward toward myself and pressing him against me, made me all the more
hotter. I could feel the first blast of what would be major cum shots, gathering
at the base of my cock head, ready to launch, edging, dying to launch. Fiery
slit. Throbbing slit, opening and closing involuntarily, showing the spear
head of white load ready to move out and fire up over our heads and into outer
space, whitening the dark blanket of a dark night and darker space among the
universe. It was still day, mind you but we were rising up and up and soon
would be in outer space. I felt his manliness up against my belly, nudging
against the knife blade itself, fighting it for supremacy. Which would win? I
cared not. I meant every word I told him. He could kill it and I would not hold
it against him. I knew the predicament I put him as soon as I entered his
world, as soon as he brought me to his world. I heard all the songs I thought
about when I thought about my love for him and his love for me. You know the
ones, Coldplay and the Loretta McKennitt songs. The words made almost no
sense to me now. My mind changed them to fit the situation. Peter.
Peter was caught in a web. Kill Chase? Love Chase? Both? Stay young forever?
Move on? Both? Loving me in an adult way meant Peter might change. "I ...I
found a hair today..."
"Peter," I felt his asshole and pressed my left middle finger into it and
out and rubbed his entire crack up and down with both hands. Fingering it
over and over. "Peter, you're perfect body is completely and totally hairless,
and I love it just the way it is. You didn't find a hair and even if you
found one, it wouldn't change how I feel about you. How much I fucking love you,
so much it hurts and feels good all at the same time. I know what you must
do. I know ...do it...do what you have to do. I can live or die with either
decision. I just care about you so much...I ache and can't go on without the moment
..."
And the heat from our bodies...it was the magic we made together....and it was
so strong as Peter stabbed me deeper, the blade melted and splashed between
us. "I made it, Chase...I cannot kill you..." As warm metal made our sex even
hotter between us, we pressed. Peter lifted me up after he dropped the
useless hilt to his stupid knife. He held my elbows and tilted his hips under me.
His own dick entered me and we laid diagonally on the cloud. We were in space
now, passing Jupiter and comets and meteorites, color filling the darkness.
Stars appeared. The sun came closer but we had more heat, our cloud entered
the sun. I burnt. But not from it, from him. He fucked me fully and hardly.
His moans of ecstasy filled me up to the brim as did his flesh.
He made lots of sounds but only said three words. "Love you. Tight."
Somehow this made me cream all the more. And faster.
He cam inside me and outside me, he shot it all on my bare belly, making me
look like a part of the white cloud below me.
He pulled out and shot a load on my stomach. I grabbed his wrists and made
him stand fully. I held his shoulders and inched my head down, rubbing his
arms, his sides, under his ribs, his hips, en route to his root. I sucked his
dick and put my mouth all the way down. He arched his back. "Never ehhh, never
felt that...ohahaaohay!"
I moved my mouth back up to his piss slit and used my tongue to fully engage
it, dip one side from the other, cum strings there. I licked them up, lapped
what else I could. I excited him again there and as I did this, my fingers
found his balls and tickled them. They hung there and then let loose...his dick
fired and created new clouds ...
"Ohhhhhhh!" He made sounds I hadn't heard from him, ever, except maybe
when Seth stabbed him. And that was when he fucked me again, laying on me. When
he pulled out, I quickly lowered him down and pushed hard, and then let loose
volley after volley onto his own bare stomach, coating it in thick clumps of
boy love. Filling his navel, dripping down his washboard abs and to his bare
goose bump covered hips.
I ignored the pain in my navel. I was sure the bleeding there healed as we
had sex over and over in every which way.
As I entered him, face to face, I bent all the way down and kissed his face,
cum splashing between us so that I couldn't tell which was who's.
"YOU," I huffed, "You...uhhhhhuk, you, YOU are so fucking tight! Feels soo
fffffffuh, good! Ugghh!"
After I cam inside him, I wondered briefly what this would change. Fuck it.
I didn't care. This HAD to happen. We had to cross this road. The feeling
that my body had smacking into his, and then slowly making love to his...our
spirits joining...the hearts and minds becoming one...was beyond any description. My
body fluids joined with his, almost as a living entity and then becoming back
to their masters...
As Peter rose up, off the cloud, he held me and wrapped arms tightly around
me. We rose off the cloud into space. Saturn and Uranus passed us. Soon
Mercury and Pluto. I felt him totally become me and me become him. I put my head
into his. My chest became his. We were one being...no one ever wanted to share
this much with me. He took the chance and he did it. He made me so happy and I
could tell by his heart in mine, that I made him happy. Our chests beat as
one. Our muscles were tight as one. Our tingling spirits were unison.
Flute music. Beautiful and charmed. We shot off into outer space, headed for
new adventures.
When we returned to Neverland, neither of us were the same...but that's
another story and shall be told as another time...