Peter was back in the pirate's ship. This was where he was most of
the time. With tears stinging his eyes, and emotions running wild within
him, he could not stop the boy inside who wanted badly to throw a tantrum.
He landed on deck and stormed strait into the cabin. Why couldn't Wendy
understand? Why couldn't anyone understand? He remembered the time when he
first got to Neverland.
All he remembered was the morning he woke up and his squeaky little voice began to sound more of that a man's. His parents took it as a sign that their son has finally grown up. They started making plans. Plans of what he would be when he grew up. Plans of whom he were to marry. Plans of where he would stay. Peter didn't like what he heard. He didn't like it at all. So he decided to run away. Then, he met Tinkerbell. After that all he could remember was that he was having so much fun being a boy. Time never went by for him. He never grew old. He could do whatever he wanted to do, like never taking a shower. As years went by he found there were more just like him. Boys started coming in to Neverland, claiming to have run away from home. Peter called them the Lost Boys. And although they were all there for the same purpose, Peter was very special.
The island of Neverland belonged to the fairies. And for Peter to live there would be trespassing their territory. However, Tinkerbell took a close liking in Peter that she had to begged the fairy queen to let Peter stay. Thus Peter was cast with a spell. He would have to be a fairy. With the help of the Red Indians, the ritual began. But as the rituals started, something went terribly wrong. His childish innocence was far too strong and the ritual failed. Peter was out cold and the whole island turned dark. Soon a storm began to brew and in no time at all, the whole island was covered with snow. The fairies knew that this boy somehow possessed the power to be intact with all things living and dead in Neverland. He would be the one who will keep them alive. He was the source of their energy. He would be their sun, moon and star. When Peter came to, he felt a rush of energy spreading through his body. At the very moment he opened his eyes, the sun began to shine with such brightness that the flowers began to bloom. With ease, he lifted himself up to standing position. By then, the Indians were trembling with fear at the mere sight of him. When Peter saw all heads bowed before him, he felt the power. Then he noticed that he was floating in mid air. He could fly. The Indian elders decided that it was very important to keep Peter on the island and keep him happy.
Very soon, Peter wanted to visit London again. He was allowed to, but on certain rules. He has to be back by daybreak, (to make sure that he would come back), and never to fall in love, as this will break his little heart. Love... That was the cause of all this problem. If Wendy never told him about love nothing like this would have happened. If Wendy hadn't kissed him, none of this would have happened. Peter would have forever stayed young and ignorant. Now he was full of feelings and he did not know what to do.
Wendy... Peter remembered that only a few moments ago she was in his arms. Her lips as soft as rose petals against his. What a kiss he had. He felt his face turn pink. No. This is a big mistake. Wendy was a big mistake. Peter was so filled with anger once again that he punched Hook's old book cabinet. His knuckles hurt. But the hurt he felt on his knuckles was not as bad as the hurt he had in his heart.
He was rubbing his fist when suddenly his eyes landed on a book that was thrown on the wooden floor. The book lay opened. Peter had forgotten how to read. But as he walked closer towards the book, he noticed that he didn't need to know how to read at all because the page that was open had pictures instead. Peter picked up the book to get a closer look. He saw two people, a man and a woman, completely naked, in the same position Peter and Wendy was a few moments ago, but with clothes on. The lower parts of their bodies were stuck together. Peter brought the book closer to get a better look. The man's manhood was in the woman and they both had weird expressions on their faces. Peter noticed that the man's hand was cupping the woman's breast while his mouth explored hers. Peter turned the page and saw yet another picture. This time, they were both upside down. The man's head was hidden between the woman's legs while the woman sucked hard on his manhood.
Peter felt a rush of blood in his groin. It was the same feeling he had when he was with Wendy just now. He pulled off his loin. And saw it, saluting straight back up at him. What's happening? This was not the first time. He had seen this every time he thought of Wendy kissing him. He took his free hand to push it back down. But as he touched it, he felt a hot sensation running through every nook and corner of his body. He did it again. He felt it again. He liked it. He put the book down. Grabbed a chair, closed his eyes and did it again. And again........ and again.....
WOOHOO!!! Its getting pretty hot in here... thanks for the reviews...keep 'em coming... till the next chapter....ttfn
All he remembered was the morning he woke up and his squeaky little voice began to sound more of that a man's. His parents took it as a sign that their son has finally grown up. They started making plans. Plans of what he would be when he grew up. Plans of whom he were to marry. Plans of where he would stay. Peter didn't like what he heard. He didn't like it at all. So he decided to run away. Then, he met Tinkerbell. After that all he could remember was that he was having so much fun being a boy. Time never went by for him. He never grew old. He could do whatever he wanted to do, like never taking a shower. As years went by he found there were more just like him. Boys started coming in to Neverland, claiming to have run away from home. Peter called them the Lost Boys. And although they were all there for the same purpose, Peter was very special.
The island of Neverland belonged to the fairies. And for Peter to live there would be trespassing their territory. However, Tinkerbell took a close liking in Peter that she had to begged the fairy queen to let Peter stay. Thus Peter was cast with a spell. He would have to be a fairy. With the help of the Red Indians, the ritual began. But as the rituals started, something went terribly wrong. His childish innocence was far too strong and the ritual failed. Peter was out cold and the whole island turned dark. Soon a storm began to brew and in no time at all, the whole island was covered with snow. The fairies knew that this boy somehow possessed the power to be intact with all things living and dead in Neverland. He would be the one who will keep them alive. He was the source of their energy. He would be their sun, moon and star. When Peter came to, he felt a rush of energy spreading through his body. At the very moment he opened his eyes, the sun began to shine with such brightness that the flowers began to bloom. With ease, he lifted himself up to standing position. By then, the Indians were trembling with fear at the mere sight of him. When Peter saw all heads bowed before him, he felt the power. Then he noticed that he was floating in mid air. He could fly. The Indian elders decided that it was very important to keep Peter on the island and keep him happy.
Very soon, Peter wanted to visit London again. He was allowed to, but on certain rules. He has to be back by daybreak, (to make sure that he would come back), and never to fall in love, as this will break his little heart. Love... That was the cause of all this problem. If Wendy never told him about love nothing like this would have happened. If Wendy hadn't kissed him, none of this would have happened. Peter would have forever stayed young and ignorant. Now he was full of feelings and he did not know what to do.
Wendy... Peter remembered that only a few moments ago she was in his arms. Her lips as soft as rose petals against his. What a kiss he had. He felt his face turn pink. No. This is a big mistake. Wendy was a big mistake. Peter was so filled with anger once again that he punched Hook's old book cabinet. His knuckles hurt. But the hurt he felt on his knuckles was not as bad as the hurt he had in his heart.
He was rubbing his fist when suddenly his eyes landed on a book that was thrown on the wooden floor. The book lay opened. Peter had forgotten how to read. But as he walked closer towards the book, he noticed that he didn't need to know how to read at all because the page that was open had pictures instead. Peter picked up the book to get a closer look. He saw two people, a man and a woman, completely naked, in the same position Peter and Wendy was a few moments ago, but with clothes on. The lower parts of their bodies were stuck together. Peter brought the book closer to get a better look. The man's manhood was in the woman and they both had weird expressions on their faces. Peter noticed that the man's hand was cupping the woman's breast while his mouth explored hers. Peter turned the page and saw yet another picture. This time, they were both upside down. The man's head was hidden between the woman's legs while the woman sucked hard on his manhood.
Peter felt a rush of blood in his groin. It was the same feeling he had when he was with Wendy just now. He pulled off his loin. And saw it, saluting straight back up at him. What's happening? This was not the first time. He had seen this every time he thought of Wendy kissing him. He took his free hand to push it back down. But as he touched it, he felt a hot sensation running through every nook and corner of his body. He did it again. He felt it again. He liked it. He put the book down. Grabbed a chair, closed his eyes and did it again. And again........ and again.....
WOOHOO!!! Its getting pretty hot in here... thanks for the reviews...keep 'em coming... till the next chapter....ttfn