Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair
by Biff Spork
Chapter 2
The path narrowed as Amicus and I entered the forest, so we walked single file. After a few minutes, he stopped and said, while looking down at my bare feet, "It'll probably take a few days for your feet to get toughened up. How do they feel so far?"
"No problem," I said, and it was true. The forest path was mostly soft leaf litter, no sharp stones, and my feet were liking their liberation. I flexed and rippled my toes, enjoying the feel of the earth.
"Good," said Amicus. We pondered my feet. Amicus continued, "One of the jobs we kids do here is to keep all the paths and trails clean, so we can go anywhere on The Farm without worrying about cutting our feet on sharp things." As we resumed walking along the shaded path, he added, "It's not much further to the swimmin' hole anyway."
The path climbed upward, and I heard sounds of a stream through the trees. I was enchanted. The peace and quiet of the towering forest giants, the feel of the spongy earth under my feet, Amicus' slender tanned form stepping lightly ahead of me, all cast a spell on me. The life I left behind that morning seemed a million years and a million miles distant.
The sound of gurgling water grew louder, and we came out of the trees on top of a huge rock that sloped down to a long narrow pool, with a stream tumbling over some rocks and boulders at the far end. Other great flat stones lined the banks of the pool on both sides. A little upstream I could see the two boys we had earlier met sprawled on a huge table-like boulder in the sunshine like they were asleep.
"You can swim?" whispered Amicus.
I nodded.
"C'mon then. Let's go!" He tip-toed down the rock and lowered himself into the pool without making a splash. I followed him.
About eight feet deep, the blue-tinged water was glassy clear with a clean, sandy bottom. Amicus swam upstream underwater, and I duck-dived and swam after him, catching up as we surfaced. He took a deep breath and dived again. We continued upstream through the gentle current. A few minnows darted among gently waving water plants near the bottom. The water was cool and felt clean and soft against my skin.
I had always spent a lot of time in the water, and I was a good swimmer, but swimming naked was a new experience. When you wear a swim suit, It's like your body is cut in half because you feel the water on your top half, and you feel the water on your legs, but there's a gap in your middle where you don't feel it. Suddenly I was conscious of the water flowing over me from my head to my toes. My body was one piece, one thing, and slid through the water so smoothly, I felt like I could stay underwater forever, and wriggle and swim as fast as the fish. When we surfaced again, we were right beside the huge flat rock where the boys lay. Water droplets sparkled on their skin.
Amicus looked at me and put his finger to his lips. Then he shot a stream of water from his mouth onto the nearest snoozing boy, who bolted upright with a shout. Amicus crowed with delight before diving again and swimming furiously upstream. I followed. Two splashes behind me told me that we were being chased. I doubled my speed to catch up with Amicus, but a hand grabbed my ankle. I was pulled up to the surface. Two strong brown arms held me tight, and I could feel a dingus flopping against my legs. There was no mistaking the malicious glee on my captor's face.
"Hi, new kid," he smirked. "I'm Henry. Tell me your name before I drown you."
"Morgan," I said. "But I didn't do anything."
"Oh, I don't care about that, Mr. Morgan. I torture twerps like you just for fun."
Holding me tight with one arm, he dunked me, and grabbed and groped me under the ribs and on my belly, my dingus, and my bum. Then he upended me and tickled the soles of my feet while I thrashed, screamed, and choked with laughter. That I could hear Amicus getting the same treatment in the distance made it only slightly more bearable. When I could stand it no more, I begged him to stop, and he did, though he still held me tight and smiled at me as I caught my breath.
"Welcome to The Farm, Morgan," he said. "I hope Amicus hasn't sucked all the juice out of you already. You're really too cute. I'll warn you: I've got a thing for freckles, and yours are as fine as any I've ever seen." He lightly ran his finger over my cheeks.
I felt myself blushing.
"C'mere and pull up a rock while Sequoia finishes punishing him." Amicus' shrieks and screams continued to echo from the rocks and forest.
"Thanks, Henry," I said as we hoisted ourselves up onto the rock.
"So," said Henry, "what do you think of all this?"
"It's all great. And this is way better than any swimming pool I ever saw."
"Yeah," Henry said. "This is pure spring water. It bubbles up out of the rock just up there." He pointed upstream. Amicus and the other boy were swimming down toward us now. "That's where all our drinking water comes from. All the water we use on The Farm comes from this spring."
The other two boys pulled themselves up onto the rock. I could see Amicus' dingus standing up again. My own started to stiffen.
"It's Mr. Stiffdick," said Henry. "Amicus, doesn't that thing ever go down?"
"From time to time," said Amicus primly, as he looked down on his dingus stretching out in the sunlight. "I can't help it if I have a lot of healthy hormones and a sturdy dork. It's perfectly well-behaved for an eleven-year-old dong, unless other people start grabbing it." He walked toward some large boulders and peered behind each one. "Where's the ball?"
The ball was found, a little larger than a softball and hollow so it would float. The rules were easy: Get the ball and swim with it to the other end of the pool. Because we were smaller, Amicus and I were given the advantage of the upstream goal, so we could swim with the current when heading for their goal. If our team didn't have the ball, then our aim was to get it, by any means possible, no-holds-barred. If a player's dong was in reach, then someone might grab it, would probably grab it, and while the player thrashed around, the ball would be twisted from his grip.
After an hour of this, we were exhausted, and sprawled on the warm rock like beached whales. Everyone drifted into daydreams for a half hour.
Sequoia sat up and stretched. "My stomach clock says it's dinner time," he said. "Anybody know what's on the menu tonight?"
"We were in the food house earlier," said Amicus. "It smelled really good. Chili beans or maybe tacos, something Mexican I think. I'm ready. You hungry, Morgan?"
I nodded and we all jumped into the pool, swam across to where the path began and entered the forest.
After we had walked for a few minutes, I started imagining meeting other people in the food house, maybe even my parents, and how I would feel appearing in front of them naked. Of course, I knew they had seen me naked when I was a baby, but I still started to feel shy.
"Amicus?"
He stopped and turned to face me.
"Maybe we could go to the kids house, so I can put my shorts on," I said.
"It's okay," he said. "Lots of people eat naked in the food house. Just turn around and let me check if you're okay." He grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me away from himself. "Now bend over," he said as he knelt down. I felt his hands pry my bum cheeks apart while he appraised the state of my bumhole. I realized again that I was totally under Amicus' control. If he wanted to turn me inside out, cut my hair, paint me purple, file my teeth or tattoo dirty words on my forehead, he could. He released my bum cheeks, patted them, and though I couldn't see what he was doing back there, it felt like he gave each cheek a kiss. "You're perfectly clean," he said. "It's a very nice asshole. Nothin' to worry about. No need for shorts."
So, I followed him down the path with a bit of a swagger. After all, I had some "fine freckles," "a beautiful dingus," and "a very nice asshole." I could feel my hormones getting healthier by the minute.
My shyness returned as soon as we stepped into the food house. About thirty people were eating at the tables or wandering around. There was lots of chattering and laughing, but nobody seemed to notice us. I could see some other naked kids, and there were naked grown-ups too. Henry and Sequoia went to talk with some older kids, and Amicus took me behind a counter to a big woman stirring a pot on a stove. She was wearing only a long, brightly colored apron around her waist, and sandals.
"Hi Maudie," said Amicus, and she turned and looked down at us.
"Hi Amicus," she said. "And wow, you must be Morgan. Are you ever cute! Can I kiss you?"
I looked at Amicus, but he just grinned and raised his eyebrows, so I said, "Okay." A second later, I was totally engulfed in warm flesh. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me on both cheeks. I could feel both her breasts squashing against my chest. It was nice.
"I love how your hair is so black," she said. "Seeing you and Amicus together is like salt and pepper. I hope he's taking good care of you."
I nodded. "Yup."
"C'mere you!" she said to Amicus and grabbed him and kissed him too. Amicus just hugged and kissed her right back.
She stood up and looked around. "I saw your Mom and Dad here earlier. Yes, there they are over there."
I looked where she was pointing and could see my parents sitting at a table with some other people.
"What's for dinner, Maudie?" asked Amicus.
"Simple fare tonight," she said. "Chili and garlic bread with a side salad. Shall I serve you?"
She gave Amicus his tray first then made up a tray for me. "I only gave you a little bit," she said. "because one of the main food rules we try to obey is not to waste food. I know what Amicus likes, and how much he eats because I've been feeding him for a long time. But you might not like this chili, so I just gave you a little. Try it out, and when you've eaten this, come back, and I'll give you as much more as you want. Okay?"
I nodded.
She continued, "If you don't like it, come back and tell me, and we'll find something else for you to eat. We know that not everybody likes the same things. Okay?"
"Thanks," I said, and followed Amicus over to a table where a few other kids were sitting. I recognized Frida, and she introduced me to the kids I hadn't already met. The chili was so good it only took me a few minutes to eat it, and I went back to Maudie for more.
When I returned to the table, my mom was standing there chatting to Amicus and Frida. She turned and looked at me up and down and said, "Well Mogy, I can see you've acclimatized to life on The Farm with no problem."
"Yeah Mom, I'm fine. But I wanna sleep in the kids house tonight. Okay?"
"Yeah," she said. "one of our new neighbors said you would probably want to do that so I brought your toothbrush." She held it out to me. "Is there anything else you need?"
I looked at Amicus, and he shook his head and said, "He doesn't even need a toothbrush. We all use tooth-sticks here. They work just as well and don't wreck the environment." He reached over to a jar at the end of the table and pulled out a couple of short twigs. He handed one to me and said, "I'll show you how we use them, after we finish eating."
"Okay, Honey," she said, and bent down and kissed my forehead. "Have fun and don't worry about anything. Our house is unlocked so even if we're not there, you can come and get anything you need or just hang out."
"So, it's 'Mogy' is it?" said Amicus as I sat down beside him after my mom left.
"Usually only my mom and dad call me Mogy," I said. "But if you wanna call me Mogy, it's okay."
"Which do you like best?" asked Frida.
"Morgan," I said.
"Okay," she turned to the other kids at the table, "You know the rule here, kids, everyone gets to be called what they want." Even the littlest kids at the table grinned and repeated my name.
By the time we finished eating, the crowd was starting to thin, and I could see it had gotten dark outside. Amicus showed me how to scrape my plate into the compost bucket and load it into the dishwasher. Then he told me all about the neem tree twigs they used to clean their teeth. I tried one, and it worked just fine as a toothbrush once I had chewed the end into bristles. We made a quick stop in the public washroom there to take a leak then left the food house with the twigs sticking from the sides of our mouths like cigarettes. I felt cool, like I was a race-car-driver or an astronaut or something.
"Let's go to the kids house," said Amicus. He threw his tooth stick into the bush beside the path. "See, that stick will just melt into the earth and decay naturally, but a plastic toothbrush will still be polluting the environment for a thousand years, or maybe even longer. I always like to chew a fresh tooth stick every time after I eat. Picking them and cutting them is another job us kids do every week. I'll show you how, next time we do it."
Inside the kids house, it was almost dark, but a few heavily shaded lamps gave enough light to see where we were walking. Some of the beds had two or three kids in them and some were just one kid or empty. It looked like there were about twenty-five kids altogether. The beds on both sides of Amicus' bed were empty.
I wasn't worried about anything. I had been on sleepovers where we used to live and sometimes slept in the same bed with another boy. If it was a big bed, it was easy to get through the night without touching the other person, although sometimes I would wake up with an arm around my neck or someone's leg over me.
Amicus' bed was plenty big for the two of us. He fluffed up a couple of pillows and lay back on one. Some of the kids were talking to their bed-mates and giggling or squealing, and kids were calling back and forth from bed to bed. I lay down beside Amicus and he pulled the sheet over us.
Amicus turned on his side so he was facing me. Then he put one arm under my neck, the other arm around my shoulder, and turned me on my side facing him. He pulled me closer. I began to think this wasn't going to be like any of the sleepovers I had in the past.
"Hi Morgan," he said.
"Hi Amicus."
"How are you?"
"I'm fine. How are you?"
"I'm fine," he said. "I'm really happy you're here. I knew we were gonna be friends."
"I'm really happy I'm here, too," I said. "And I'm happy you're here, too. Amicus?"
"Hm?"
"Thank you for showing me around." I said.
"You're welcome, Morgan," he said. There was silence for a moment, then he said, "I really like you."
I felt like I should say something, so I said, "Good," and immediately felt a blush burn my cheeks. 'Good?' How could I say something so stupid? I gave up on speech and reached over and gave his shoulder a little squeeze. I left my hand there and put my other arm under his neck like his arm was under mine. Under my hand, his skin felt the way sunshine feels, like he'd been storing it up all day and was now radiating that bright warmth. We shifted a little and ended up closer together.
"Do you like to kiss?" he asked.
"I dunno."
"Did you ever kiss anyone? I mean, aside from your mom?"
"No. Do boys kiss here?"
"Yes, boys kiss here, if they want."
"Boys kiss each other?"
"Yeah, I'll show you. Don't worry. We'll start slow. Can I kiss you?"
I thought it was nice but kind of funny that he kept asking permission. He didn't seem to know that he could do anything he wanted with me.
"Sure," I said. "Yeah. Okay."
He pulled me closer so our arms were encircling each other, and our bodies began touching here and there all along their length. I could feel his hard dingus touching my belly, and I knew mine must be touching his. His feet crept in between mine and cuddled against them. Then I felt his lips against mine. They were so soft and smooth. Then his tongue lightly touched my pursed lips and pushed through into my mouth. This beautiful boy had his beautiful mouth pressed to mine, and his pretty pink tongue was reaching into my mouth. He found my tongue and wiggled his tongue against it. I wiggled mine back.
It was wonderful.
I had never thought of doing something like that. When I had seen people kissing, like in movies, it always looked stupid to me, but it was fun. I didn't feel sleepy at all.
I pushed my tongue into his mouth and felt all of his teeth. His tongue rubbed along the side of mine, and we moved back into my mouth. Our tongues just smooshed against each other. Somehow we had gotten closer and were tightly pressed together. His dingus was like a hot bone pulsing against my belly. He kissed along the side of my face to my ear, then whispered, "That's kissing."
I kissed his silky smooth cheek and said, "Wow! Kissing is neat."I snuggled my nose in his hair and took a deep sniff. He smelled so good, such a comfortable, warm smell, that I thought I could be perfectly happy just to lie there and sniff his hair forever while that hot, hard thing throbbed against my belly.
"Do you ever play with your dong?" he asked.
In the last year or so I had noticed that my dong felt good when I put my hand on it, especially if it was standing up, but I didn't know what Amicus meant by his question, so I said, "No."
"Can I show you what I like to do?"
"Sure," I said, "Go ahead."
Amicus pushed me onto my back and sat on top of me with his knees on either side of my hips. He bent down and pressed my lips again with his. Then he kissed my chin and slowly worked his way down my chest, pausing to twirl his tongue against my nipples. I had never before paid any attention to my nipples, except like they were landscape features of my front, like the freckles scattered over my face. Suddenly they felt like two miniscule stars, little nubs glowing with of pleasure. He continued kissing down my belly, wiggled his tongue in my belly button and then I felt something I had never felt before, something beautiful. I lifted the sheet and looked down at the top of his head. He rose up a little, and I could see my dingus was in his mouth. I felt his tongue push the hood back and swirl around the head, and it felt so good I couldn't help but groan.
He raised then lowered his head until his lips were pressed against my crotch and my penis was completely inside his mouth. Strange, good feelings were building up in me, and I didn't think I could stand much more. It was so good I could hardly bear it, but I couldn't stand the thought of it ever ending.
I had no idea anyone could do that to somebody else, what he was doing to me. He released my dingus and I felt the warmth of his mouth on my ball sack. His tongue caressed and rolled my balls gently while waves of sweetness radiated from inside me. He went back to my dingus and began to move up and down more quickly. The sweetness increased and spread. Then I panicked and grabbed his head.
"I'm gonna pee" I cried, horrified at the thought I might pee in his mouth.
He lifted his mouth away from my dingus and said, "No you're not gonna pee. It's okay, just let go. Don't try to stop it."
He began to suck again and swirl his tongue around, and suddenly my body exploded and melted in a more wonderful pleasure than I had ever known, something better than anything I had ever imagined. It was like everything that existed, everything that I was, all surged through my dingus and rushed up into Amicus in a gusher of delight. I forgot about the room and the other kids there. I groaned and cried out and shuddered in ecstasy as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. When the feeling began to fade, I pulled Amicus up on top of me, held him tight and moaned and kissed him everywhere I could reach, to let my mouth feel the joy of his skin.
From across the room someone shouted, "Wow! Wow! Wow!" and everyone started laughing. Amicus and I laughed too as we lay together on our sides. I held him tightly. The laughter died down until someone squealed, "I'm gonna pee!" and everyone cracked up again. Someone else shouted, "No you're not gonna pee. It's okay, just let go. Don't try to stop it." Then he shrieked and everyone started groaning, squealing, and laughing. The laughter slowly died down until a voice desperately repeated, "I'm gonna pee" and the room rocked again. I laughed until I felt tears rolling down my cheeks.
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