8/7/04

Title: The Banquet
Author: Squeezynz
Chapter: One-off Plot Bunny.
Category: NC17 - chan, PWP, slut-Pan, general debauchery.
Pairing: Pan/Hook.
Summary: - Hook receives a Birthday surprise.

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Hook drummed his fingers impatiently against the arm of his chair. He was sitting in his cabin, one heel propped on the edge of his ornate table, his other foot pushing him backwards in his chair so it tilted. Back and forth, squeak and thump. He turned his head and glared at the sunlight still streaming through the window, it was completely against his current mood, his lip curling derisively as the chair once more thumped down on plank floor. As if on cue his cabin door creaked open without a preliminary knock. Hook was about to snarl out a curse when Smee's head popped into the gap and grinned toothily at his Captain. Seeing he had his Captains full attention, Smee pushed the door wide and Hook could see his first mate was pushing a serving trolley with a large silver covered platter on its top tray.

"Happy Birthday Captain.....with the compliments of the crew!"

The chair thumped abruptly to the ground, Hook's foot lifting off the desk edge and joining its partner on the floor as he stared in surprise, lost for words as Smee wheeled the trolley over to the table.

"How did you......?"

Smee tapped the side of his nose, his round glasses glinting.

"A good first mate knows these things, Captain."

While Hook gaped, Smee started to remove stuff from the surface of the desk, bustling around like a mother hen as he cleared the polished top to make room for the large, rounded silver platter. Hook was intrigued, there was nothing to indicate what was under the cover and it filled him with an emotion he hadn't experienced in awhile, excitement.

Finally, Smee was satisfied and signaled to someone outside the cabin door. At once two crewmen marched into the room and positioned themselves at either end of the platter. On Smee's order they hefted the tray with its cover intact and lay it gently down on the table top. Up until then they had kept their expression serious, but with a wave of Smee's hand to dismiss them, their faces split into wide grins, bobbing their heads in deference to their Captain, before Smee shooed them out of the cabin and shut the door.

"What have you done Smee?"

"As it's your birthday, Cap'n, I thought you might like a rare delicacy or two to celebrate. We're been preparing this dish for the past day or so, and I think you're find it will whet the most jaded of appetites."

Hook leant forward as Smee curled his fist around the top handle of the curved lid. With a flourish, Smee whisked the lid away and stood to the side, watching Hook's face for his reaction.

Hook could only goggle in astonishment.

"Dear Smee.......you have.....excelled yourself..!"

"We've bathed it, its all clean from top to toe. He's been perfumed, painted and prepared, if you care to look here." Smee pointed and Hook leant over the platter, his eyes going wide as he stared, his eyes flicking up to meet his first mates, the men exchanging a wicked grin before Hook resumed his inspection of his delicacy.

"He's been dosed with a light concoction and should be more than ready and willing for whatever you care to do with him. I've left the phial on a chain around his neck, so as long as you remember to give him four drops every four hours, he'll be as docile as a lamb."

"What can I say Smee.....you are a treasure beyond price. I won't keep you, you can tell me how you captured him.....tomorrow...for now, I do not want to be disturbed for the rest of the night."

Snickering, Smee backed away from the table, his mouth stretched in a toothy grin as Hook negligently waved his hand in dismissal.

"Happy Birthday Captain.....bon appetit!"

Bowing low, Smee backed out of the cabin and shut the door firmly behind him.

"Did he like it Mister Smee?"

Smee turned and faced the huddle of crew standing crowded into the corridor outside the captains cabin.

"I think you can say, boys', that Captain Hook is very, very happy with our gift to him. They'll be no more flogging's for the rest of the month, I'll be bound."

A ragged cheer followed the portly first mate as the crew straggled behind him back up to the top deck.

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Hook had removed his wickedly sharp steel hook, afraid that he might damage his birthday present if he forgot himself. With the hook gone he decided to strip off his coat and shirt to removed the harness as well and free him. As he worked to loosen the leather, he never once stopped staring at the vision of his nemesis curled up like a sacrificial offering on the silver platter. The child appeared to be asleep, his smooth limbs curled in on himself in a foetal position, his knees drawn up to his chest exposing his rounded derriere to Hooks inspection, also exposing the ivory butt-plug inserted in preparation for Hook's use of the boys' body sometime later. Hook grinned as he tried to remember the last time that cunningly carved ornament had been put to such use. He gave up, it was too many years ago, and he thanked his doughty old first mate for hanging onto the artifact, despite the few uses its had been put too. Obviously Smee hadn't forgotten how to prepare a present properly, the boy's body gleaming with a sheen of perfumed oil, dusted off with a smattering of gold dust, highlighting the boys' golden tan all over and giving him a gilded look.

Releasing the last buckle, Hook sighed, his eyes watching as the boys' rib cage rose and fell rhythmically. Using his good hand to massage his sore shoulder, Hook walked around the table, viewing the boy from all angles. He was perfect, from his crown of baby-soft curls to the soles of his wrinkled feet, each toe tipped with a pink toenail, lovingly clipped and cleaned, so that Peter Pan appeared newly minted like a coin, all shiny and untouched.

Peter's skin was not entirely unmarred, what small boy managed to get through life without the usual collection of bruises and scrapes, Hook counting them, scattered like shadows along the boys' shins, and on the tops of his arms, but they were fading, a distant memory of battles fought and adventures too numerous to remember. The long curve of the boys' back with its dimples of bone was unmarked and sleek, begging to be stroked, leading up to at vulnerable nape, kissed by the soft hair that halo'd the small head.

Hook peered into the boys' face, his breathing starting to pick up as he found more evidence of Smee's loving touch, the boys' eyes outlined in khole, the lashes darkened further, the boys' full lips coloured a deep red like a whores, pouting slightly as the boy slept. His chest and belly were hidden by his arms and legs but Hook didn't mind, it would all be revealed in due course.

Backing away, Hook dropped the harness over the arm of a chair, careless of where it fell. Kicking off his shoes he fumbled to undo his breeches, the front already tented with the evidence of his painful arousal, he rushed to get his tight trousers off and release his manhood that bobbed free at last, almost pulsating as Hook gulped in air, so sensitive that he felt on the brink of coming already and he hadn't even touched his birthday present yet, let alone taken his pleasure with him. Kicking himself free of his pants, he stood naked and barefoot, his cock hard and leaking as he approached the child curled up on the tray. As he stood there beside the table, he saw the slash of red lips and couldn't resist, using his hand to hold his stiffness to the boys' lips, smearing his own body fluids back and forth, coating those plump morsels with a glistening layer. His reward was those lips parting and a pink tongue snaking out and sweeping over and around the mouth, tasting the slick moisture and drawing it back inside. Hook groaned, his cock leaping. Pressing forward he placed his manhood against the lips again and this time they parted, allowing him entrance, the tongue once more snaking out to taste whatever was begging to come inside. Hook shuddered, poised on a knife-edge, his legs shaking as the child opened his mouth wider and Hook pushed in further until the head disappeared to be surrounded by heat and wet. Hook threw back his head, his mouth dropping open at the long forgotten sensation. The scarlet mouth closed around him, the tongue curling around the head of his cock in a slow lapping, the lips dragging over his sensitive skin, sucking more into the mouth. Hook stared down at himself, almost not believing that he was fucking the boys' mouth, his cock engulfed behind those red lips, the boys' cheeks hollowing as he sucked, his eyes still shut, his body still coiled around himself.

Hook was still holding himself, stopping himself thrusting fully into the boys' mouth, the effort of holding himself back making his legs and arms shake, sweat starting to form on his brow, his lips pulled back in a grimace as he fought to remain in control. Slowly he withdrew, his cock appearing wet and slick, some of the red lip gloss coating the shaft as he pulled out of the boys' mouth. On cue the boys' eyes opened and Hook found himself staring down into blue-green pools of stars, outlined outrageously in black that only seemed to emphasis his extraordinary beauty. Again the tongue snaked out, tasting Hook on those lips.

Backing away from the table, Hook watched as Peter slowly uncoiled himself, stretching out his long legs, unfolding his arms from his chest, pushing himself upright until his sat with his legs hanging over the edge of the table, his head tilted to the side as he appraised James Hook, still standing with his hand around his cock.

"Why did you stop?"

Hook nearly jumped when the boy spoke, surprised to hear his voice, not really knowing what to expect.

"I-I stopped, because I was close to coming.....and I wanted to see your eyes."

"Do I know you? You look familiar....."

"I am Captain James Hook......."

"Ah....James...." Peter rolled the name around his mouth, savoring it like a sweet. Hook swallowed hard, still not entirely sure of the boy. With a sudden move, the lad jumped off the side of the table and approached the pirate captain, his arms hanging lax at his side, his body now exposed to Hook's gaze in all its glory. Gold dust had been placed around his slightly puffy nipples before trailing down to the boys' hairless sex, drawing the enraptured eye onwards down the legs to the shapely feet. Hook stared and felt himself stiffen even further.

Peter stepped right up to Hook, his top of his head only reaching Hook's chin.

"Well......James.......let me finish what you started." Delicately, Peter placed his hands on Hook's chest, as light as a butterfly. Slowly he knelt down on the floor, his fingers trailing down Hook's torso before coming to rest on his hips, framing Hook's manhood that was still held in Hook's hand. Tilting his head, Peter lapped at Hook's cock, catching the bead of moisture leaking from the head. Hook sucked in a breath his eyes never leaving the crown of Peter's head as the boys' mouth once more engulfed the head of his cock, Hook's hand falling away as the boy took charge, wrapping his much smaller hands around to hold the cock still as he drew it into his mouth.

Hook groaned aloud, his body quivering as more of his manhood disappeared into the boys' hot, wet mouth. The boys' golden head dipped and drew back, coating Hook's stiff cock with his saliva and the red gloss on his lips, the pressure starting to build in Hook's loins until he felt on fire, his balls throbbing with the need to expel his seed. With a shout he grabbed the boys' head and held it in place as his hips jerked and his cock spurted his life force into Peter's willing mouth, the boys' throat working to swallow the seed as it pumped over his tongue.

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It took all of his strength not to collapse on the floor in a heap, his fingers letting go of the boys' hair before pulling himself out of that wet mouth and staggering over to his bed to flop bonelessly, and breathlessly on the covers. Breathing heavily, he lay there, his body still quivering as his heart thumped loudly in his chest. He felt a presence beside him and turned his head. Peter stood there looking down at him out of those sooty eyes, a smirk lifting his lips and one eyebrow lifted cockily.

Hook growled and closed his eyes again, feeling his cock twitch again despite its recent activity.

"Get on the bed boy.....I need to recover...."

He felt the side of the mattress dip as Peter hoisted himself onto the bed and crawled over Hook's body, all long limbs and heat, until he snuggled down on the other side of Hook, his back against the ship's wall. Hook turned his head to face him, meeting those blue-green eyes that seemed to sparkle with an unholy glee, hugging the secret of the joke to himself and enjoying every moment.

Finding himself sufficiently recovered, Hook turned on his side, all of him facing the boy.

"Lay on your back, I want to sample what you have to offer."

Now fully awake, Peter shuffled onto his back and lay there, looking up at Hook, his arms held loosely over his chest.

"What would you like me to do.....James..?"

The sound of his name of the boys' lips made his heart race, something liquid melting in his middle. Parting his lips in a smile, Hook looked the length of the bed, noting the boys' sex lying quiescent against his thigh, his knees parted, relaxed and trusting. Hook felt like a giant, all hairy and dark compared to the boys' lithesome limbs and golden skin. Leaning over the boy, Hook braced himself on his stump, dipping his head to kiss the middle of the boys' chest, the hands dropping away as Hook's long hair brushed over Peter's face and neck.

Hoisting himself upright, Hook motioned for the boy to take a position in the middle of the mattress, Hook straddling him just above the knees.

"Put your arms above your head boy, that's right...." He watched the play of muscles in the boys' arms, the flex of skin over the ribs as the torso stretched with the lifting of the arms. The gold chain glinted against his throat, the small vial reminding Hook that his compliance was not of his own free will. Hook quickly banished the little niggle of conscience, his finger hooking the chain over the lads head and hanging it on the bedpost.

"Have you ever kissed a man?" Hook asked, bracing himself over the boys' chest. Peter shook his head.

"I don't know......do you want me to kiss you?"

Lowering his head, Hook placed his lips against the boys', his tongue tip snaking out to sweep across the bottom lip, the boys' mouth falling open to allow him access to its sweet depths. Keeping his weight off the boys' body, Hook plundered his mouth, sucking his pink tongue into his mouth before plunging his own in to sweep over teeth and gums, the boy left gasping when Hook finally withdrew. Peter's chest was heaving, his eyes sparkling as he licked his lips, a lot of the red gloss now transferred to Hook's own lips.

"That tickles.....James."

"Tickles?"

"That hair above your lip......."

"It's called a moustache...."

Peter licked his lips again, watching as the captains eyes fastened on that small movement. Again Hook lowered his head and kissed the boy, more leisurely this time, sliding over the full lips, sucking them into his own mouth, biting down, careful not to draw blood but reveling at the boys' open mouth submission. Drawing away, Hook started to lick and kiss his way down the boys' cheek, chin and neck, biting and smoothing the velvet skin. Pressing kisses to the soft flesh of his under arms, burying his nose in the boys' armpit, licking and lapping across the boys' chest until he latched onto one of the nipples, sucking it into a rigid nub before turning to its mate and giving it the same attention. The boys' breathing was rapid, his chest rising quickly, his heart clearly visible beating beneath his breastbone, thinly covered by flesh. Hook laid his head sideways to listen to the pulse of life, the sound matching his own steady thump as his blood coursed through his veins in a heady race.

Turning his head he resumed his feast on the boys' flesh, the nipples begging to be suckled again, Hook leaving them wet and rigid before passing lower down, over ribs and belly, dipping his tongue into the deep navel, swirling around the quivering flesh in anticipation of the other hole soon to be garnering his attention.

Peter was sighing and whimpering, his head tossing against the pillows as Hook approached his sex, the boys' penis standing straight out, hot and hard, the feel of Hook's breath wafting against his heated flesh bringing his back off the sheets. Hook used his hand, flattened across the boys' belly to keep him still before lowering his head and taking the boys' cock into his mouth. It was like sucking on candy, sweet and hot and melt-in-the-mouth. Hook was able to take the boys' manhood down to the root, his broad tongue sweeping up and around the rigid flesh, sucking it deep in his mouth before drawing it out to the tip, the boy panting and keening in his want. Leaving off his attention to the boys' pleasure center Hook turned his attention to between the boys' splayed legs. He tongued the boys' hairless balls, sucking one then the other into his mouth, licking around the base of the cock and into the creases at the top of his thighs. Peter could only twist and cry out as his genitals received a thorough tongue bath before Hook returned his attention to the boys' cock and once more engulfed it in his mouth, sucking harder this time to bring the boy to his climax. Peter was all movement, his back arching off the bed, his arms flailing, his legs trembling as Hook worked his cock until the boy suddenly stiffened and flew apart in Hook's mouth, his flesh pumping its seed eagerly against Hooks tongue, like golden syrup down Hook's throat as the boy emptied himself before flopping bonelessly onto the covers, breathing heavily. Slowly Hook let the softening prick slip past his lips and lay limp on the boys' leg, a smile curving his mouth at the boys' complete abandon. The muscles in the boys' stomach were still jerking under his hand and he painted lazy circles as the boy's breathing slowed and he regained a measure of control.

Rising onto his knees, Hook used his stump and arm to lift the boys' thighs, bending his knees to bring his legs up, exposing his perineum and anus, still enticingly plugged, to Hooks gaze.

Peter was watching him, his emerald eyes slumberous as Hook pushed his legs back towards his belly, exposing him fully to the pirates eyes. Hook was fully aroused once more, hot and heavy between his thighs, his balls hanging low, full and dark as he settled himself between the boys' legs, draping them over his hairy thighs, spread for his delight. The plug was clearly visible and Hook touched it, receiving a hiss from the boy as he tweaked the ivory carving, twisting it inside the boy, making him arch as the cleverly carved instrument brushed against the boys' prostate.

"Like that do you boy?"

"I-t....tingles....inside me....everywhere..."

"It's just there to make you ready for me.....do you think you'll like having me there.....inside you.....touching that spot?"

As Hook twisted the butt-plug again Peter could only gasp and nod his head, eyes glazing over, his cock twitching to life again under Hook's heated stare. Grinning, desire surging through his veins, Hook tugged on the small loop carved into the plug, tugging it out of the boys' body before letting it sink back inside, pulled in by the boys' own muscles. With each tug Peter let out a moan, the carving stroking him inside so that he felt on fire, his recently spent cock surging back into life again. With a harder tug Hook pulled the phallus half way out before letting go, reveling in the boys' whimper of disappointment.

"Get on your knees.....time to end this torture..."

With wanton eagerness, Peter turned over and presented his perfectly rounded butt-cheeks to Hook, his head turned to watch as Hook pulled the ivory plug completely out of his body. As Hook discarded the phallus he watched as Peter's hole gaped briefly, black and enticing, before the muscle closed the rosette again. Drawing himself forward, Hook gripped the boys' hip with his hand, his stump resting under his cock to steady it as he pressed against the boys' hole. With enviable ease, his cock entered the boys' hot body, his cockhead gripped by the muscles and pulled further in until Hook was buried to the hilt, his pubic hair mashed against the boys' velvet skin. The sensation was exquisite and he rested for a moment, panting heavily as his body pulsed inside and out.

The boy moved first, pulling forward before pushing back, igniting sparks behind Hooks eyes at the friction, the pirate setting up his own rhythm, pulling out slowly only to plunge in, his body arched over the boys' back, grunts issuing past his slack lips, the boy bracing his hands on the bedhead to give greater leverage to push back, impaling himself on Hooks cock again and again.

Settling back on his heels, Hook drew the boy up towards him so that Peter was now being fucked while sitting on Hooks thighs, the boy doing all the work, lifting himself off only to sink down again, Hook buried in his delicious heat. They were both covered in sweat, Hook's arm around the boys' chest, holding him in place while Hook thrust up into his body, both of them moaning and panting, the boys' erection sticking out red and urgent from his body, begging for attention.

"Touch yourself brat....touch that stiff prick, I want you to bring yourself off while I fuck your body....."

Lost in a world of sensation, Peter reached for his own cock, his fingers wrapping around the hard rod, moving in a familiar pattern while Hook ground his hips into his ass, their bodies moving together in harmony, thrust and withdraw, stroke and impale until with a shout Hook shuddered and jerked his release, pumping himself into the boy in uncoordinated thrusts, almost lifting the boy from the bed. A second later Peter also came, his seed spilling over his fingers and across the bed in white spurts, his body shaking with his release.

His heart ready to burst, Hook fell forward, his body landing on its side, the boy still clasped to his chest, their bodies still melded together, inseparable, satiated. He felt his cock twitch, still embedded in the boys' body, surrounded by indescribable liquid heat, the boy moaning with each tiny thrust as they lay panting, Hooks chest heaving against Peter's smooth back.

After a minute his softening prick slid from between the boys' cheeks, a small moue of disappointment again issuing from those painted lips.

"Patience brat....I need time to recover....I'm not finished yet, not by a long chalk....I....just need...to recover..."

They lay back to front, bodies stuck together with sweat and sex, Peter's blond curls mixed with Hook's dark locks, Hooks nose buried in the lads nape, inhaling the unique scent that was all Peter's.

Hook was laying on his right side, his stump buried under the boys pillow, his free hand roaming over Peter's body, tweaking the soft nipples, stroking the firm planes of his stomach, burying his fingers between the golden legs, fondling and kneading wherever he touched. Soon he had Peter moaning again, writhing against the sheets, pushing his backside into Hook's pelvis, grinding those tender globes against Hooks thickening erection. Smoothing the boys flanks, Hook caressed his nether cheeks, spreading the flesh to stroke the puckered hole between. Peter pressed back against his finger, taking the digit to the second knuckle, begging for more.

"On your back brat...." Hook hissed in the boys ear, slipping his finger from the tight hole. He moved back to allow Peter to once more occupy the center of the bed, his knees raised as he waited for further instruction. Hook shuffled to the end of the bed and raised the boys legs until his feet rested on Hook's shoulders, his head pressed back into the pillows, smouldering black smudged eyes watching Hook avidly. On his knees, Hook pressed forward and positioned his cock at the glistening puckered entrance, some of his previous emission providing lubrication for his second penetration. Again his penis slipped easily into the hot hole, the muscles inside drawing him in, until he buried himself in heat, pressing Peter's legs back towards his chest to spread the boy wider as Hook pulled out before plunging back in. He kept up a steady pace, watching Peter's face as he sank his flesh inside, squelching noises and the ripe smell of semen and sweat heightening his experience. Peter lay with his eyes close, his mouth open, panting and moaning with each pull and thrust, his hands clenched in the covers as he arched his back to push back, unable to get leverage with his knees pressed to his belly. After a little while Hook felt his back twinge, the unaccustomed exercise testing long unused muscles. Pausing Hook loomed over his wanton captive, his eyes narrowed as he traced the flush staining Peter's face and chest. Looking up he focused on the boys mouth, licking his own lips, a grin stretching his lips. Pulling out of the boy, ignoring the groan of protest, Hook straddled the boy and knee-walked up the boys chest until he almost sat on the lads face, his swollen, glistening cock bobbing against those plump lips.

"Open wide.....I'm going to fuck that delectable mouth..."

Leaning forward he did just that, his cock parting Peter's lips and sliding across his pink tongue, pearly teeth visible behind the stretched red mouth. Bracing himself on the bedhead, Hook threw back his head and pumped his hips, ignoring the gagging noises as he buried himself in Peter's willing mouth. He came quickly, his body jerking with his release, hot fluid filling and overflowing the mouth still surrounding his sex. Panting he pulled back, Peter coughing and spluttering as he fought to drag in a breath. Hook waited until the boy was calmer before moving himself off the boys' chest, still straddling his body but now sitting on the narrow hips, the lads erection poking him in his butt-cheek.

Peter's face was fading from the hectic red of near asphyxiation, to a more normal colour, his stiff prick not fading with his near-fatal fellatio. Hook started to rock slightly, his balls dragging across the boys' stomach, his backside gripping and releasing the hard cock rubbing up and down his cleft. Raising himself on his knees slightly, Hook let the hot cock slid between his cheeks to press against his anus, the precum on the head making the cock slip and slide across his sensitized skin. Peter watched impassively, curious to see what Hook wanted to do next, his mouth closed, evidence of Hook's emission painting his chin and neck with glistening trails. Hook was rocking more forcefully, the press of Peter's penis against his puckered hole making him quiver in anticipation. One slide pushed the head of that slippery cock hard against Hook's body, the pirate gasping with the feel of imminent penetration, his body arching in remembered delight of being stretched and impaled by another. Peter remained still, waiting for instruction, his mind adrift, enjoying the feel of heat from Hook's cock and balls rubbing across his abdomen. Abruptly Hook lifted himself off Peter and pushed the boy to the side.

"Get up slut.....time for you to return the favor...."

As Peter scooted off to the side, Hook lay face down on the bed, his knees raising slightly, legs spread, the invitation unmistakable. Peter climbed back on behind the pirate Captain, his body fitting easily between Hook's muscular legs, his prick aching for release.

"Use your tongue to ready the hole boy.....spread me wide and use that pink tongue....."

Peter put a hand on each of the darkly haired cheeks and pulled the flesh apart, the darker skin of the cleft between punctuated by a brown rosette. Hook panted as Peter's breath swept over his hole, shivers chasing down his skin as Peter spread his flesh wide, exposing him fully. Hook jerked when the boys' tongue connected with his burning flesh, his mind supplying the image of Peter tongueing his puckered hole. Hook relaxed his body to allow that pink tongue to enter his body, tiny thrusts mimicking the act to follow. Peter enthusiastically rimmed Hook's hole, his saliva dripping down to coat Hook's hanging balls, cooling and sensitizing the skin while their owner rocked back and forth against Peter's face, seeking a closer, deeper contact.

Unbearably aroused, Hook growled. "Now boy.....fuck me now......"

Straightening up, Peter shuffled forward and pressed his hard cock against the wet hole, his prick parting the flesh until the head disappeared inside Hook's body, the heat engulfing Peter as he pressed harder, his cock eaten up by Hook's anus to the hilt.

"Aaaaagh yes.....now fuck me.....fuck me hard..."

More than willing to comply, Peter gripped Hook's buttocks tightly and moved his hips, thrusting into the pirate captain as hard as he could, drawing out almost completely before pushing back in, Hook hissing and moaning with each stroke. Neither lasted long, Peter putting everything into his thrusts, grunting with each impalement, jerking uncontrollably when he spent his seed into Hooks body, the pirate shouting out as he came, hot semen staining the sheets again. Exhausted, Peter fell back on the bed behind Hook, his body shattered and spent. Hook flopped forward, his face mashed into the pillows, his heart hammering erratically as he rode ripples of aftershocks from his mind-numbing orgasm.

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It was still dark when Peter raised his head, his backside and cock throbbing and pleasantly sore. The smell of spent semen hung heavily in the air, his body reeking of sex and sweat, evidence of the debauchery of the previous hours. Rolling onto his side he listened to the heavy breathing of the man on the bed with him, Hook laying sprawled on his back, his mouth open, snoring energetically, his body as naked and pungent as Peter's.

"Happy Birthday James Hook.......hope you liked your present..."

Grinning to himself, Peter slipped off the bed and padded over to the cabin window. Outside, dawn light was just starting to paint the clouds drifting above the Jolly Roger. Looking back, Peter let his eyes roam over the body on the bed, remembering each moan and gasp, the memory of being filled by Hook, stretched and stuffed, each thrust sending him into ecstasy. He trembled in remembrance of fulfilling his own fantasy, of sinking himself into Hook's body, of bringing his supposed enemy to a moaning climax, spasming around Peter's cock as his body pumped itself into Hook's willing rectum.

"Oh yes.....memories enough to last you for another year......"

With a final glance back at the bed, Peter Pan lifted his feet from the floor and floated for a second before tilting his body and flying through the latticed window and out into the breaking dawn, his body tingling with remembered euphoria, an intricately carved ivory phallus clutched tightly in his fist.

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The End.

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