Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair
by Biff Spork
Chapter 6
When I awoke in the morning I was spooning against Amicus with my dong nestled cozily in his bum-crack and my knees tucked in behind his. Everything was warm and sweet and the center of sweetness was where I pressed so snugly against his bum. We fit together perfectly, like two parts of one thing, like we were made for each other. I scanned the room and was surprised to see the bed next to us was occupied. I could see one kid's feet on the pillow and from the sounds coming from under the sheet and their wiggling around I knew they were having a 69. The toes on the pillow clenched and stretched, and the neighbors squeaked and groaned with joy. Amicus lifted his head.
"Hey, you guys. Some of us are still asleep."
There was no answer but some giggles.
"Oh well," said Amicus as he turned over to face me. "It's about time to get up, anyway." Then he called to the next bed, "Hey, Lucino, you just get back?"
A tousled, curly red-haired head appeared from under the sheet and grinned, "Yeah, late last night. The grandparents are great but it sure is good to be back."
"Who's that with you? Lee?"
A smiling oriental face topped with straight black hair in a bowl cut appeared next to the red-head and said, "Hi, Amicus."
"Hi Lee," said Amicus, "I missed you guys."
"I missed you, too, Amicus," said Lee, "Hi new kid, I'm Lee and this guy is Lucino. Are you here to stay?"
"Hi Lee and Lucino, I'm Morgan and yeah, I hope I'm here forever."
"I've got to pee, right now!" said the red-head and threw the sheet back. Both naked boys jumped up and ran toward the bathroom. I guessed they were a little younger than Amicus and me, maybe ten years old. Both were totally skinny and evenly tanned all over. The similarity ended there – Lucino was all pink and brown with an orange glow and freckles, not just a few over his nose like me, but vast scatters of them all over his face and shoulders. Lee looked like he was made of dark gold, except the red blush on his cheeks. He was absolutely smooth and supple. Every part of him seemed slender and sensitive and beautifully made.
"Let's get this show on the road," said Amicus as he flipped over into the 69 position. Amicus seemed to be producing more pre-cum than I remembered or maybe I was just more aware of it now that I knew what it was. I savored its sweetness and swallowed the firm head of his dingus. It grew harder and I swallowed it again and again and sped up my tongue's rotations around it. It only took a few minutes before we were clutching each other and grunting and then flopping onto our backs with big sighs and laughter. What a wonderful way to start a day!
I jumped off the bed and said, "You're gonna be the dingbat this morning!" and raced toward the bathroom. He was right behind me but I made it there before him.
Lucino and Lee were just coming out of the bathroom as we charged in and I heard Amicus ask them to tell Maudie we'd soon be in for breakfast. This morning I determined to master the use of the wand myself after I pooped. It took me a minutes to figure out how to turn it on and off, and I got pretty wet in the process, but after I had sprayed myself for awhile, I figured I had done a good job. Amicus checked my work and approved. I have to admit that although I was a lot wetter than usual, I felt cleaner than I ever felt when I used toilet paper. A few minutes later, with big bowls of oatmeal doused with coconut milk, we joined Lee and Lucino and the other kids at the kids table.
While we ate, we planned the day ahead, though it was pretty much a repeat of the day before. Amicus said we still had a couple of mornings' weeding to do. After lunch, we'd help Frida with the little kids again, then spend the rest of the afternoon playing in the swimmin' hole with Henry and Sequoia, and whoever else was there. Lee and Lucino said they were going to help pick some fruit and vegetables for the kitchen, but they would see us at the swimmin' hole later.
Soon we were on the narrow path that led to the sweet potato patch. When we came out of the forest, we stopped and gazed out over the weeding we had done the previous day.
"It looks good," I said.
"Yeah," agreed Amicus. "Weeding is very satisfying. It's kinda the same as grooming — like you're grooming the planet. But it's real work and I'm glad you're here helping me."
We knelt down and began to pull weeds. I think I worked a little fast than the day before because now I knew what I was doing. We seemed to finish off the first six hills in no time and stopped for a drink from the irrigation hose and a rest in the shade. I leaned over and kissed Amicus's cheek. He turned to me, and we had a longer kiss. The more I kissed, the more I liked kissing. And the more I kissed Amicus, the more I liked kissing Amicus
I looked down to see both our dongs standing up. Amicus looked at me and grinned.
"I got something I wanna show you after we finish today's weeding so I don't wanna waste any time doing long sex right now. Just grab your dong like this," he said, and wrapped his hand around the shaft of his dingus.
I grabbed my dingus the same way.
"Okay," he said. "Now we're gonna have a race to see who can come fastest. I'm gonna say 'one-two-three GO' and as soon as I say 'GO' we're gonna rub these dinguses until we come. Okay?"
"Okay!"
So we sat there in the dirt, and the instant he said 'GO' we started stroking our dinguses up and down. When I saw how fast his hand was moving, I sped up and started to get that good feeling almost right away. By that time, he was already groaning and gasping and fell back with his hips spasming. I followed about half a minute later. That was the first time I ever made myself come by myself, and I felt pretty proud and excited that I could do that any time I wanted.
"Wow!" I said. "That's fantastic, but I think it's more fun when it's slow and somebody else does it."
"It's good both ways," said Amicus. "But sometimes you just want it right away, without waiting for even a second. Now let's get back to work."
"What is it you're you gonna show me?"
"You'll see," said Amicus mysteriously.
As soon as we had polished off six more hills, Amicus stood up, arched his back, and we had good stretch and a long drink. Then he said, "Okay, let's go do a little mountain climbing," and led the way to a narrow path that reached steeply upward. It was so steep in spots that we had to use our hands to pull ourselves up by grabbing tree roots.
"This is another of my favorite spots," said Amicus as we came out on top of a narrow ridge. There was a wide view down the valley and out over the ocean in the distance. "I used to come here all the time just to enjoy being high enough to look out over everything. Then I learned something neat. Now we have to sneak up quietly so I can show you." He pushed me down on hands and knees, and we crept forward through some dry grass and little shrubs. I followed him with my nose about two inches behind his bum. It was so perfectly shaped I felt like burying my face in it. He stopped behind a bush and motioned me forward. I crept up beside him and peered through the branches where he pointed.
All I could see was a dusty patch of bare earth baking in the sun. It was about the size of a kiddies backyard wading pool. There were a couple of birds flopping around in the powdery dust. I looked at Amicus.
"Just watch those birds," he whispered.
The birds flopped into the dust and kinda fluffed their feathers out, then flopped and flapped around some more. After a couple of minutes, they flew up and perched on some nearby branches, then fluffed and shook themselves before flying away. Then some other small birds, a different kind, came and did the same thing.
Amicus stood up then, and we walked over to the large dusty area. He knelt down in the middle of it and said, "Lie down."
I lay down on my back and he started to drizzle handfuls of the fine dust onto to me, all over my body. Then he lay down and said, "Okay, now you do me."
I scooped up some dust, poured it onto his belly, and said, "Okay, when are you gonna tell me what we're doing?"
We had been sweating all morning and the dust stuck to my skin all over. When I had covered him with dust, he rolled around in it until he was completely coated, and said, "C'mon, roll in it." I rolled around in the dust. It felt good. It was really fine smooth dust, like talcum powder, an inch or two deep.
Finally he sat up cross-legged, grinning from a face blackened with dust. "See, we're having a dust bath."
I sat opposite him and said, "And…?"
"That's what those birds were doing. I used come up here for the view and then one day I noticed what the birds were doing — fluffing up their feathers and getting the dust all over them. And I thought, what is going on? Why are they doing that? Then I remembered I had seen other animals in other places doing the same thing. Like horses, for instance, often like to lie down and roll in the dust. So I asked Jackson — he's one of our teachers — and he told me about microbiomes. That's all the bacteria and tiny creatures that live on you and in you. There's one microbiome on our skin and another in our gut. We're home to like about a trillion bacteria and tiny animals, and they don't just live on us, they do all sorts of things to help and protect us."
Amicus' face was lit up, and I realized this was something he was really interested in. "You mean like germs?" I asked.
"Yeah, but germs have got a bad reputation because we usually think of them as making you sick. But all these creatures in your microbiome are mostly not making you sick. In your gut, they're helping to break down the food you eat, and sometimes the food we get is first digested by them, or we couldn't even use it. And on your skin they're often protecting you from getting sick by eating or killing disease germs that come along."
"Now here's something really weird," he said. "You know how our bodies are made up of cells, single cells?"
"Yeah."
"Well, there's more of those single-celled micro-organisms in and on us than there is of our cells. He stubbed his finger on his chest. "What's walking around here is not just me. I'm like a city, and most of the population is all those little critters. A city is not gonna work very well for very long if the population gets wiped out, and soap, and antiseptics, and antibiotics, and stuff like that just kills off all the bacteria and bugs that keep us healthy and working okay."
"Is that really a true thing?" I asked.
"Yeah, it's not something I made up or just figured out myself. It's scientific. I can show you on the schoolhouse computer if you want."
"It kinda gives me the willies," I said. "All those little bugs and stuff moving around inside me…"
"It's okay. Mostly they're just there to help and protect us. Human bodies have been living with them for millions of years. After a while you get used to the idea. Sometimes when I'm thinking about stuff, I think they might be picking up on what I'm thinking. It's like you've got company, even inside your own brain."
"So the dust bath…?"
"Most of these helpful little bacteria are really common in dust and dirt so when we take a dust bath, we give them a chance to move onto us. Those birds don't know why they wanna come here and take dust baths. They just know it's good for them, that they feel better once they have done it. Now, what happens with us is that we take a lot of baths and showers and keep washing the microbiome off, so I like to come up here from time to time and just get a new batch, like the birds." He picked up a handful of dusk and threw it against my chest. I retaliated, and soon we were wrestling in clouds of dust, like we were some kind of cartoon characters.
When we were tired we lay there for a bit. Both of us looked down at where our dusty dinguses were rigidly straining upwards. "Not a chance," laughed Amicus. "That's not gonna happen. It's like we're both covered with sandpaper. We'd be sore for days."
"Might as well bury them then," I said and drizzled a handful of dust over his dingus, making it bob up and down. I lay back and stared up at the blue sky overhead as he dribbled a handful of dust over me. I said, "That's really interesting, Amicus, what you were saying about the microbiome." I got up on one elbow and looked at his face. "Thank you for bringing me up here and telling me all that stuff."
From his smile, I could tell that made him real happy. Then he stood up and leaned over to help me up. "Some kids just think I'm crazy," he said. "Let's go get some lunch."
I got up, sat on my heels, and said, "Just hold on a sec. I've got a special announcement for you!" And with my bum buried in the dust, I squeezed out a long fart that not only sang with a high note but produced a really impressive cloud of dust. I could tell he was actually blushing under the dust-coat on his face.
"God!" he said. "The student teaching the master! That's the most conscious fart ever." He shimmied his bottom down into the dust, and we competed producing dust clouds and bleeps until we were farted out.
As I followed him down the trail, I felt we were like tribesmen practicing a strange ancient rite, two naked, dust-covered boys. Soon we were back on the wide main trail, and I came up beside him to ask a question that had been bothering me.
"Amicus, when you do it with girls, what do you do? I mean, how do you do it?"
"You just put your dingus in their hole and move it in and out. It feels good, and you come pretty quick."
"I never saw any hole down there. Where is it?"
"Down there between their legs where we got a dingus, they got a thing that's kinda like a sideways mouth, like two lips only up and down instead of side to side."
"Yeah," I said. "I saw that."
"Those lips cover the hole where your dingus goes. It's not their asshole. It's another different hole, specially made for a dingus to go in. When they spread their legs, that hole kinda opens up and lets your dingus in. It's nice."
"So do they come? How can they come without a dingus?"
"Oh, just above the hole is a little thing kinda like a very small dingus. It gets hard when you feel it, or suck it and wiggle it with your tongue, and if you play with it, girls can come. But sometimes they come just from having your dingus in their hole."
While I was digesting this information, Amicus put his arm around my shoulders and said, "There's lots of different ways to have sex, lots of different ways to come, by yourself or with other boys or girls — that's what the kids house is for — so we can learn about it and experiment and find out all about it."
"You were right," I said, "when you said the kids house is the best."
"Yeah," he said. "Most of the girls sleep there too, you know. I can see you're a little bit interested." He pointed with his chin down to my crotch where my dusty dong had risen to poke out in what Amicus called a soft-on. "Frida likes you, you know," he added.
I didn't say anything.
By the time we reached the food house most of the dust had dropped away but we both still had a thin coat of it all over.
"I guess I shouldn't have complained about your dirtiness yesterday," said Maudie as she surveyed us.
"This is not dirt," said Amicus righteously. "This is dust, and it's very good for us, as you know very well."
"Ahhhh," she said. "You've been showing Morgan your dust bath. That's good, but I'm happy you'll be going to the swimmin' hole with Frida and the little ones later. How's the weeding going?"
"We're about half done," said Amicus. "Two more mornings and we'll be able to start irrigating and putting poles up for the vines."
"Bravo!" she said. "Now come and let me feed you some black-eyed peas, spinach, and rice."
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