THE REAL PETER PAN By Aihu Fist Part two
The men jumped off the ship and dug their feet deep in the white sand. They were mean bastards like most men who had dumped their childhood memories as if it were ballast. They smelt of vinegar from their armpits and the foul smell of rum from their mouths reeked in the wind. Unshaven and dirty, they marched up the shore.
"We'll make camp here tonight, "Hook said. You, Mildew, you guard the camp, and at midnight the rest of us will take use of the full moon light to snare a boy or two. Is that understood, men?"
"Aye, aye, sirrreee" they all replied.
Other pirates went hunting an returned with a wild boar which they roasted on a spit.
Hook relished it all. Chewing on a few spare ribs, he daydreamed about a few boys he had seen flying with Pan the other day. What a sight and joy that was. They weren't wearing pajamas like some friggin' Victorian boys on the other side of their world would. Hell no, Barrie and Disney had been at it again. No, they flew in birth suit. Friggin' naked, like real Greek gods would. Balls and all, dangling like church bells from Rome ready to deposit Easter eggs in the gardens of Catholic families. One of them had really caught Hook's eye. A pretty lad, yes, and looking a wee bit like a lass because of his long wavy and sleek hair. Those binoculars he got from the other world were so sharp and could zoom into the smallest of details. Yes, those details as well.
The boy's body was tanned,; maybe it was a son of a Greek's immigrant or straight from Sicily. Oh, those days, when young boys from the Mediterranean wore skimpy loin cloths or nothing at all. Hook had known all those times; he was hundreds of years old. Hook was time always trying to catch up with Pan, who wanted to remain a boy forever. And in essence Hook wanted him and the rest to remain so, too. But it was the dilemma, the dichotomy of having to choose to give in to his yearnings for young boys and his goal in life: turning boys into men. How could he keep the two issues separate? The boys in Greece, Italy, Spain, Portugal en the entire North African coast was littered with boys wearing precious nothing until they invented the bloody swimming trunks! But even then, the boys wore them until they were too small to keep their jewelry hidden. No Italian could care less. It only turned ugly when mature boys grew pubic hair which crawled out of their trunks. No, that was nothing for Hook. He despised any sight of pubic curls. The boy who he had seen flying over with Pan, definitely did not have any hair at all around the groin, and he concluded that none of the Lost Boys had any yet. Nothing to worry about. The pirates finished the orgy of food and took a nap while Hook dreamed on. It was a cloudless sky with glittering stars abound. Hook twiddled his mustache and combed through his wig; yes, he wore a wig, and he was only 35. Only a few years back he had dared to venture out on this island on his own and that had been a mistake he regretted for the rest of his life. He had ended up a prisoner of the Scalperos; a ferocious tribe that collect scalps, which they use as loincloths. So, yes, Hook was bald from ear to ear. An ugly scarred skull was his fate since that moment. He had stolen a wig from Jean Jacques Rousseau in revenge for the silly writings of his. The bastard was guilty of turning boys into innocent beings, and Hook knew it was a lie. Did that frog never see a boy wanking in front of him? Had he himself never played with his flute when he was boy? For crying out loud; that guy fucked up the world!
Now he was back on Scalpero's territory and he had no more hair left to protect. When the men knew they set sail for this island they all had their heads shaven clean and to be sure the Scalperos wouldn't mess with something else, they also shaved of their pubic hair; one never knows what weird ideas those savages may come up with to satisfy their needs. To be sure they would not be attacked by them they decided to hunt for boys stark naked. All Scalperos would see that they were a hairless bunch and leave them alone.
It was an odd side to see them disappear in single file into the jungle. The foliage and path they cut was moonlit. They didn't make a sound. Then, as expected they heard a riot of boy's noises. Squealing, giggling, chuckling, and outburst of hysterical laughter. They were playing hide and seek. One was counting against a tree; the others had rushed into the brush.
Hook shushed his crew.
" We take at least two. You, Dumb Dumb, you catch the boy by the tree, and you Dirty Knickers you catch the one who is hiding under that leaf; do you see him?
"Aye, sir."
"I already have one, sir," Tricky Dick, whispered.
Hell, indeed, he had. He was the fastest pirate on earth; he was holding his big hand over the boy's mouth. The boy was so puny and scared; he literally pissed on the pirate's shoes.
"Isn't that cute?" Hook whispered. "Go, and get the other two; they're all gone and the boys is still counting. "
It was Hook`s lucky day. The boy doing the countdown was the boy he wanted. He had jet black hair all the way down his spine, resting on his buttocks. His skin was a gypsy brown. In a minute he was carried off, as was the boy under the huge leaf. Not a sound was uttered. The jungle witnessed it all, but none of the other boys knew what had occurred until the pirates were well and back on the ship. The campfires were put out; the boys tied up and rolled in a blanket so all cries had been muffled. The kidnapping, Mossad style, was as swift and smooth.
The full moon had stirred quite a few nerves of the men; who hoped to have a share in the treasure with the captain. The captain had to reward them with someone; so he agreed that the boy who was scared shitless ought to be their game. The boy from under the big leave was a funny little critter. He hadn't screamed at all, but he had kicked like a young buck would. Now he was taken to a special room, annex the Captain's bedroom, which was a room where the captain would retreat to when he needed a bit of fresh air, if you know what I mean. Hook had to find out who of the Lost Boys was the favourite of Pan's. He thought it was the Greek Amazon one, because he had seen him flying side by side with Pan. So, all boys had to be questioned separately and they had to tell the captain what Pan liked. Was he into kinky stuff or plain doggy style action?
Hook waited for a knock on his door, and when that knock came, he was ready for what was to be presented to him.
Two pirates stood in the doorway with a slender copper tanned boy in front of them. His hands were tied with a long rope that led to his feet; like slaves in chains once.
They pushed him forward with a thump in the back.
"Ok, men, you are dismissed; get back to your duties; enjoy, " He said with a chuckle and closed the door.
The kingsize bed beckoned Hook with silk sheets hanging over the bed.
"Oh, boy, you are so gorgeous, so friggin' gorgeous. More beautiful then what I saw through my binoculars."
The boy's eyes flickered.
Hook walked around him, stealing glances at his butt, groin, and nipples.
"I love your pitch black manes, darling," Hook hissed.
"How old are you? Twelve? No, younger, maybe ten, no pubic hair at all. Let me take this prop out of your mouth, so you can speak."
"We don't age, sir, the boy spoke, we are the Lost Boys!" he said.
"Well, isn't that a surprise. Just up my street. I have been lusting after you ever since I set my eyes on you. Do, you know that?"
"No, sir"
"And you are educated and polite too. That's a bonus. Did Pan teach you that? I thought Boys don't care for etiquette; at least Wild Boys shouldn't. So, leave that sirring behind, will ya? I like you rough, unpolished, if you know what I mean...I know you call me Hook out there, so let's not pretend you're angels. I hate angels by the way."
Hook was winding himself up,; his loins were stirring the juices.
"Let's make ourselves comfortable. Unfortunately I cannot take the ropes off, you might flee or attack me.
"I won't Hook, I won't attack you. I may be a Lost Boy, but I am a true wild boy too. Back in the old world they found me in the forest in France where I had lived with the wolves. When they found me they tried to get the savage out of me by dressing me up in a monkey's suit. They even made a film about me: L'Enfant Sauvage by Francois Truffaut. Have you ever heard of it?"
"You mean Mowgli?"
"Noo!" that's the silly boy from the Jungle Book, That was in India."
"Oh, I see," Hook said.
Hook sat on the bed in a Marquise shirt with lace around the cuffs and neck. His tights were very tight and the one thing that the boy was intrigued by, because he had never seen such a thing, was the codpiece, he was wearing. It was made of red velvet and the seams were stitched with gold thread.
"You like it boy? I stole that from Henry's wardrobe.
"Henry, Captain?"
"Yes, Henry VIII, the womaniser, you know?
"No, captain, I don't know."
Oh, boy have you got a lot to learn. But that's what a boy is for. Curiosity is what makes a boy commit mischief, isn't it?
The boy nodded.
"Tell you what; move your butt over here and get on your knees between mine. If you can open up the codpiece I will reward you for it."
"Why is a codpiece, Captain?"
"It's a box to keep my most valuable jewelry safe."
"You got jewelry in there Captain?"
"Yes, and it's all yours if you can open it"
Hook spread his legs and the boy bowed down to his crotch.
"It's huge, sir, ehm, captain. Where is the opening?
"For you to find out, Lost Boy; remember you will be rewarded."
The codpiece was made of strong tanned leather which was quickly filling up with a hard thumping pirate boner. Was the boy really that naïve; did he never think twice that he might come across something he wished he'd never discovered?
But the boy himself couldn't understand why it started tingling in his own belly; why his tongue became dry and was swelling up. He had to use that tongue to speak, he thought, but also to untie the strings he had just found. Those strings might lead him to the jewelry, so he gripped one between his teeth and pulled at it. In one jerk the knot unraveled and he did the same for the other string on the other side of the codpiece.
The codpiece sort of shifted a little as if it was going to fall over on his nose. The boy looked up and saw a twinkle in Hook's eyes.
"You nearly done it, boy. Sesame's gates are about to open up."
The boy smiled back and said: "I still see no lock or doors, Captain."
"Well, then, why don't you use your nose. You hands are tied; so you must use your nose like a dog and you will find what you are looking for."
"I don't know the smell of jewelry, captain, he said with a limp tongue"
"Oh, just stick your nose under the codpiece; it is an extreme and peculiar scent."
The boy did as was told and as he was digging his nosed way under the codpiece he could hardly repress his curiosity. The scent was so overwhelming that the tingling sent up shivers through his spine. He dug deeper and that's how accidentally made the codpiece come tumbling down onto the floor.
"It's come off, sir!"
"Yes, it had, boy, now find the jewelry."
The captain spread his legs a little further to give the boy a chance to dig them up. The codpiece was gone and the Captain's jewels were throbbing through a linen loincloth.
"I see no jewels, captain, where are they?"
"They are big as gold nuggets, darling, still wrapped up because they are very precious and fragile."
"You mean behind this?"
He pointed his nose at the tent in front of him.
"Perhaps. There's only one way to find out, boy."
The boy nodded and sniffed at the whole package. Hook saw the boy's penis growing by the minute but pretended not to see it. He loved the game and wanted it to last forever.
It was amazing that the boy didn't seem to have a clue of male anatomy, though he had the jewelry himself. Maybe he had not been introduced to sex at all; maybe he was an `innocent' one and Pan had not yet initiated him into the Boy's games.
This loincloth had laces just below the pelvis, the boy discovered. He quickly managed to undo them and to his surprise, the package manifested its inside glory. The captain's manhood sprang up like a bedspring from a rundown mattress and stood like the mast on his ship. The Captain's sack of jewelry was the size of a boy's fist.
The boy was dumbfounded; he looked into the pirate's beaming face and asked: "Where are the jewels, captain?"
"You just found them, boy. Look how excited you are. Your body knows it found them. Look at your dingdong between your legs, isn't it hard?"
The boy blushed. Looked, and nodded his head once more.
"So, this is your jewelry captain?"
"That's what people call them boy. They are Hooks most precious jewels and you are the first boy ever to have laid them bare."
"But I thought jewels were stones, sir?"
"Well, jewelry comes in all kinds of shapes and matter. Now, I know your mouth must be drier than the desert's sand, isn't it?"
"Yes, captain."
"Ok, now is the time for your reward; you may quench your thirst by eating my jewels and before long you will get wet like a waterhole."
The boy smiled and pursed his lips as if he was going to kiss what lay in front of him.
"Let me help you to the waterhole, dear," Hook said.
He gently patted the boy's head and directed it over his huge meaty post.
"It's a gigantic lollypop, and I know boys love lollypops, don't they?"
The boy opened his mouth to reply but instead got the Captain's flagpole inserted in there.
The head was bobbing about just like a lost buoy at sea. The boy himself produced a massive wad of saliva like Pavlov's dog. The bobbing up and down of his head was a breathtaking sight to behold. Sometimes you would see nothing but a curtain of hair hanging over the captain's thighs.
"Aagh, you are doing fine boy, real fine. Just go on, the reward is yours soon."
The boy stopped for a minute and asked: "what is the reward captain?"
"You will see, or rather feel it. Just wait."
"Are you feeling unwell, captain?"
"No, why?"
"Because you sigh so much as if you're in pains."
"No, no, don't worry, the more I groan the bigger the reward for you, soon it'll come."
His words were barely cold when the captain's loins and hips shook violently. The boy wanted to move away, but the pirate held his head steadfast locked unto his huge red knob.
"The reward, the rewaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!!!!!" the captain screamed. "Don't lose it!!!! Keep your lips locked!!!"
The boys nearly choked but bravely held his lips wrapped around the captain's helmet. As the pirate let go of his juices in squirts, the boy gobbled up all that was shot on his tongue. The man was right; his tongue was wet and normal again. The flavor of that juice was something special; it dribbled down his chin and dropped on one of his nipples.
"That was real nice, captain...so that was my reward, this special drink?"
"Yes, it was. Was this your first time, boy you drank from a man's jewelry?"
"Yes, sir, it was. Does a boy also have nice jewelry juice?"
"I don't know about that, I would have to try, wouldn't I?"
"You could try me, Captain Hook."
"Could I?"
"Yes, of course. You could, the boy answered.
But the captain was still reeling from the powerful orgasm he just had.
"It's worth considering; but for now, I had more than what I bargained for. I'd rather have you spooning up next to me, so I can lay my manhood at rest against your beautiful butt and have sweet dreams. Do you ever play with yourself, boy?"
"I don't know what you mean, captain."
"I mean, like you discover your own jewels and see how hard they can get..."
-Oh, no sir, I didn't know why I got hard here in this place, no one ever told me."
"let me show it to you then...Here you go, you pull this skin down slowly with your index finger and thumb, you can squeeze it as you go along and increase the speed of pulling it up and down. You see?"
"Oh it's a lovely feeling captain. I think I have seen pan doing this one time, but he got angry and shooed me away. Pan often retreats into the jungle or on a rock in the desert and sits there for hours playing with himself. He told me I wasn't to spy on him. But I did often; however, I never saw him until he'd end up squirting like you did. Do you think, he can do like you, captain?"
"Maybe, did you ever see Pan naked?"
"Oh, no captain, he only goes naked in the river or in the trees. Sometimes he plays games with the orangutans and gibbons."
"Have you ever seen his jewelry getting hard, boy?"
"Oh, yes, often; it's very visible when he is wearing his tights; but more so when Children in the other world read about how much he loves Tinkerbell and Wendy. He then tenses up and gets angry, shouts at us and has tantrums. It's impossible not to see how hard he gets there, but I never knew it was his dingdong that got hard, captain."
So, he never tried anything with the other boys?"
"Well, one night as I was sleeping he got real close to me and slept like you do now, close to my bum, and it felt kind of hard, but then I fell asleep. Because the horned fairy popped over and threw some gold dust in my eyes. But the two other boys here on the ship, may tell you more. Pan is not always the nicest friend, especially at night."
"Tell me more."
"Well, at night when he tenses all up, usually when grown-ups read his stories to the children in the other world, he gets all mad and paces around like a mad lion in a cage. He takes off his clothes and does a few summersaults in the air, he tells us not to look at him and soon after it starts to rain fluffy white rain on our heads. We are also not allowed to sleep in pajamas; he wants us to sleep like real savage boys, he said. He said that savage boys wear no clothes. It will make us stronger; anyway, he's right, in the jungle it is too hot to wear clothes. But if we don't obey, he threatens to send us to a boarding school or to the Scalperos."
"Ok, now, be quiet and just play with yourself, and you will see it sends you to sleep.
"Goodnight boy, sweet dreams.
"`Night captain."
The captain lodges his manhood in the boy's crack, just close enough to keep him hard, while the boy continued pulling his foreskin up and down. He wouldn't come; after all he was still a immature boy.