Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair
by Biff Spork
Chapter 7
After lunch, Amicus and I walked up to the swimmin' hole with Frida and the little kids, and got them into the water again. They were learning quickly, and we had them dog-paddling by the time Frida took them back to their day-care. While we were teaching them to swim, Lucino, Lee, Sequoia, and Henry had arrived and were swimming around in the deep end. As soon as Amicus and I got there, we split up into two teams. Henry, Lucino, and Amicus were one team and me, and Lee, and Sequoia were the opposite team.
I think we did more grabbing and laughing and splashing in that polo match than I had ever done in any swimming pool before. Lee and Lucino were both fast swimmers and as slippery as eels. We must have played for an hour before everyone needed a breather.
"We're gonna go get some mangoes," called Henry as he and Lucino disappeared on one of the forest trails.
Sequoia and me were sitting on a rock at the water's edge with our bottom halves in the water, idly paddling and talking about The Farm. From what he said, I realized it was a lot bigger than I had thought. It was the whole valley, where we lived mostly at the upper end. The property went right down to the ocean, and he said we should go down to the beach sometime. He liked to swim in ocean because there were a lot of different kinds of fish, turtles, and other reef animals, and we could snorkel.
I looked behind me to where Amicus and Lee were sitting near the edge of the forest. Amicus was sitting in his favorite cross-legged way and Lee was actually sitting in his lap facing him with his slender legs folded around Amicus' back and his arms around Amicus' neck. I couldn't hear what they were saying but it must have been funny because they were both laughing.
Sequoia said, "Henry said you and him had some fun in the water yesterday."
"Yeah," I said. "I really like Henry."
"He's my best friend. He said you were swimming together, close together."
"Yeah, it was good, really good. Do you wanna try?" I offered.
He nodded. We swam out into the middle of the pool and I put my arms around him while we were treading water. "Henry was doing a side-stroke," I said.
Sequoia wrapped one big arm around me and side-stroked us towards where the spring bubbled up from the wall of rock. I felt like I was surrounded by him, like I was a little boy. I closed my eyes and let him carry me.
I reached down between us, and I was surprised at the size of his dingus. I could hardly get my hand around it. It was huge, but I managed to squeeze my little dong against it, and started to stroke them together.
He looked like he didn't know what to do, which struck me as a bit funny because he was so much stronger and bigger than I was, and he had kissed me a lot the previous day. I pulled him against me and wrapped my legs around him. I felt him rest his big hands on my back loosely, like he wasn't sure if I was okay with that. He propelled us forward with lazy kicks. He looked so shy I knew it was up to me to make everything okay.
"Can we kiss?" I said.
He had a big grin on his face, and I leaned in and kissed him on the mouth. He tightened his arms around me. In his big, warm arms, I felt really safe and happy. The kiss went on for a long time.
He grasped both our dongs and rubbed them up and down together. When he was stroking, I held and rubbed his balls, about twice the size of mine. Both dicks got harder and harder, though it didn't seem possible. The good feeling was building up inside me and I could feel Sequoia trembling a little.
I could feel myself teetering right on the edge of coming. I took Sequoia's hand away and hugged myself against him as hard as I could while the good feeling began to spill over like a dam bursting. Waves of pleasure rocked me, and I lurched and crushed myself against his huge pulsing dick. It seemed to last, and last, and last, somehow better and more intense than I had ever felt before. Sequoia clasped me tightly and jerked against me, and I could see some of that white stuff floating in the water where it had been squeezed out from between our bellies. I put my head on his shoulder and hugged him as hard as I could. He swam us over to the edge of the pool. I didn't want to let go of him so I just clung onto him, wrapped around his upper body. He looked at me, then laughed, lifted us out of the pool, and sat on the warm rock with me in his lap.
Over his shoulder I saw Amicus and Lee slurping and wiggling against each other, having a 69. Amicus was lying on his back, and Lee was hovering on his hands and knees above him.
I snuggled into Sequoia's warm embrace and felt completely content.
Nobody said anything until Henry and Lucino returned and sat down on the rock, emptied their arms of a dozen mangoes, and called us over. Once again, when we had all eaten our fill of the juicy mangoes, we were dripping with the sweet juice and we agreed it was time for another round of water polo with different team makeup than the earlier round.
After that we played a kind of game where one of us hid a jumbo cats-eye marble somewhere on the bottom of the pool, and the rest of us looked for it. It was really just an excuse for swimming underwater and fooling around. We played in the water so long that my fingers and toes wrinkled up something fierce, and I was afraid they would never be smooth again. It was nearly dark by the time we straggled down to the food house, but I was happy to see that my fingers were almost back to normal. And all I could think about was how hungry I was. As soon as we entered the food house, the smells set my mouth watering.
After I had eaten most of my second plate of fabulous spaghetti with mushroom sauce, I felt someone's arms snake around my neck, and my Mom's face appeared over my shoulder. She hugged me in a tight embrace.
"Hi Honey, gosh you're getting so brown I hardly recognized you. You look really good."
"Hi Mom," I said. I was happy to see her. Like I said, my parents were pretty good to me. I had no complaints.
"Honey, we miss you. I don't think we've seen you more than twice since we moved here. We don't just miss you a little bit. We miss you a lot. Our new neighbor told me that lots of times, the kids here have such a good time they kinda lose touch with their parents. So, your dad and I have been thinking…"
"I miss you too, Mom, but I'm having the best time ever. I never had so much fun. I love this place, and I'm so happy we moved here."
"That's good, but we wanna make sure we see you from time to time so we want you to come over and have supper with us at the house, at least once every week, on Sunday. I'll make something you like, and we can talk with each other and find out what we're doing. How does that sound to you?"
"Every Sunday?"
"Mhm."
"That sounds good, Mom. I'd like that."
"Great! Now, is there anything else you need? Is everything okay?"
"Everything's great, Mom. I'll see you on Sunday." She squeezed me one last time, kissed my cheek, then walked away.
Amicus and I finished eating and made our way through the darkness to the kids house. When we entered the big, dimly lit room and walked over to Amicus' bed, I could see immediately that there was already somebody lying down in it. Lucino sat up and greeted us, then said, "Amicus, I wanna sleep with you tonight, and Lee wants Morgan to sleep with him in our bed. Is that okay with you guys?"
Amicus looked at me, then said, "Sure. I'd like that. How about you Morgan?"
"Yeah," I said, "I'd like that too."
I sat down on Lucino and Lee's bed, and Lee raised up out of the sheets with a shy smile. "Good!" he said and reached out his arms toward me. I moved forward and he hugged me tight. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Amicus and Lucino lie down together in a tight embrace.
Lee and I lay down and just looked at each other. With his deep brown eyes, his mischievous white smile, and those pink and gold cheeks, there was no doubt he was irresistibly cute. I liked him. I liked his voice. I liked his smile and his sense of humor. His shiny black hair was wonderfully thick. I raised my hand and began to comb it with my fingers, but it had some tangles. I felt like brushing his hair would be a gentle way to get close to him. Even though we'd been playing together all afternoon, we hadn't really been tight. "Amicus," I called. "Where's the hair brush?"
Amicus pointed to a chest of drawers against the wall and said, "Top drawer."
I retrieved the brush, but when I sat down beside Lee, he took it from my hand. "Let me brush your hair first," he said. "Then you can brush mine." So that was what we did. I sat on the bed and he brushed my hair in long easy strokes. He carefully pulled the tangles apart with his slender fingers and finally said, "There, I'm done and it looks really nice." He petted my head as I took the brush from his hand.
I positioned him so I could start brushing and asked him, "How old are you Lee?"
"Nine," he said, "But I'll be ten next month. How old are you?"
"Eleven, almost eleven and a half."
"Wow!" he said in a hushed tone, and I suddenly felt a lot more mature, as though eleven and a half was on the brink of manhood.
I was starting to find out funny things about myself. I knew I really liked that Amicus and I were almost exactly the same size. It was exciting for me to hold and kiss another boy the same size as me, almost like another me. Then I had discovered I really liked being held and kissed by a much bigger boy, like Henry or Sequoia, who made me feel like a little kid, who made me feel safe, at peace, protected by their strength. Now I was discovering I liked also to be the big kid. I really enjoyed Lee's smaller size. I loved encircling him with my arms and feeling my hug surrounding a smaller person. It made me feel big and strong. I pulled Lee closer to me and brushed his hair with one hand while I rested my other hand on his shoulder to position him. As I separated the snarls and tangles, his beautiful black hair shone. When I finished brushing he flopped over on his side with his eyes closed and whispered, "I'm dead, Morgan. See you later…"
I had no doubt he was unconscious the instant his eyelashes rested on his cheeks. I realized I was in pretty much the same state myself and pulled the sheet over us as I tucked myself behind him. I put my arm around his warm, slim body, and I fell asleep in no more than another five seconds.
I'm sure we must have rearranged ourselves over the next few hours because when I awoke in the darkness, I was lying on my other side and Lee was wrapped around my back with his stiff little dingus parked in my bum crack. I eased sideways onto my back and he slid over and draped his leg onto my legs. I felt his hand slide down my belly to grip my dingus, which instantly stiffened at his touch. I pushed one arm under his neck and leaned over and kissed his forehead.
I was starting to realize that every boy had his own particular smell, and though the scent from Lee's hair was different from Amicus', it was equally intoxicating. He crawled over on top of me, and I ran my hands down his back to his bum. I could hold one cheek in each hand. They were so soft and warm, I groaned. As I squeezed them, I felt his wonderfully stiff dick poking into my belly.
Our lips met and opened, and we shared a long kiss. Then he buried his head against my neck, while I caressed his delightful bum. My hands marveled at its perfect curves and silky smoothness. I ran my hands up his back. He was so skinny I could feel all his bones beneath his skin, and when I rested my hands on his back just beneath his shoulder blades, I could feel his heart beating. Holding him was like holding a beautiful, tiny, fragile creature, the way you feel when you hold a sparrow in your hand.
In the cool night air, he seemed incredibly hot, much hotter than me. I held him tightly like a softly glowing coal as his heat radiated into me. I kissed all round his face and sucked his delicate ear lobes into my mouth where I could nibble them. His thighs were clasped together over my dingus which slid smoothly in the warm crevice they created. We pushed against each other as we kissed, long slow kisses growing ever more feverish. I loved feeling his hard spike rubbing on my tummy. My dingus had swollen and stretched upward. He parted his legs for a second and it pushed up and was captured between his thighs. Now every time he drove his dick into my belly, he stroked mine with his inner thighs. I could feel my dingus swelling even more and knew I was about to spill over, to come. His thrusting grew more frantic. Then he drove his hot little stick into my stomach as if he would pierce it and as he held it there I felt it pulsing again and again and my own began straining in response as I came and came inside his warmth. Though he was on top of me, he was so light and slender I was in no discomfort, and we drifted into dreams again without shifting our position.
The darkness told me it still had to be the middle of the night when I woke later with Lee stirring on top of me. He purred and stretched a bit and put both arms around my neck.
"Wow," he whispered. "That was fantastic."
"Mmhmm," I agreed.
"Henry says you have beautiful feet," said Lee into my ear.
"You mean those things on the bottom of my legs, those paddles?"
He giggled. "Mmmm, I think they're beautiful too. I really like to look at people's feet, and I always think you can tell a lot about a person from their feet. When I looked at your feet I started liking you right away, and I wanted to get close to you, like this."
I hugged him, I didn't know what else to do.
"Do you know that you smell good?" I asked. He was still on top of me and his hair was falling all around my face. "Really good. I could just lie here and smell your hair all night and be perfectly happy."
"Yeah, well sometimes I'm really stinky too," he said with a low laugh. Then he said, "Can I play with your feet? Is it okay?"
"They're yours. Be my guest."
He slid down to my feet and I felt him take both into his lap and start to feel them, inserting his fingers between the toes and pressing his thumbs lightly over the sole, heel, instep and ball of each foot. I could feel his iron-hard little prong rubbing against my foot soles. Then he lifted my feet up and bent my legs at the knee. He pushed my knees apart but kept my feet together. He picked one foot up, and the next thing I knew was that he was sucking each toe, one by one and then he would take two or three in his mouth and stick his tongue between them. This was getting me more excited. My dingus was reaching up. Then he did the other foot. I was starting to get restless.
I thought about stroking my dick while enjoying Lee's treatment of my feet, but he was one step ahead of me. He brought my feet together sole to sole with my legs completely bent. Then I felt him licking and slurping his tongue between the two soles of my feet, and when they were good and wet with saliva, he crept forward and inserted his hard little pole between the bottoms of my feet and began to rub it back and forth. I concentrated on keeping my feet together for his enjoyment and then he bent over and took my dick into his mouth while he continued thrusting into my feet. It didn't take long before we were both squealing with spasms of delight.
I stretched my legs out, and he flopped between them onto my belly.
"You're incredible, Lee," I said and pulled him up where I could hug and kiss him.
"God, I love your feet," he said with a sigh. We drifted off again.
When I next surfaced, there was a faint, gray dawn light leaking through the windows. I shifted my body a bit and Lee's grip around my neck tightened. I extracted myself from his embrace and flipped around into the 69 position. Now I could finally take a really good look at his dingus. He had a lot of extra skin on the end of his dick, so much it was like one of those long floppy hats people up north wear in the winter. Now, when it was sticking out so boldly, there was still a lot of skin dangling off the end. His dick wasn't as long as Amicus' or mine and much thinner, like my little finger. I began to understand that just like everyone's face was different and unique, so was every boy's dingus. For some reason I had just assumed every dingus would be the same.
Lee's dingus looked so inviting I just swallowed it all and sucked his ball bag into my mouth as well. I loved feeling those two marble-sized balls resting on the inside of my cheek like naked little eggs. He pushed forward, and I felt the skin covering the sensitive head peel back. He enveloped my dick and it seemed he could suck it right down his throat and then squeeze it wonderfully while he sucked. We got a nice rhythm going — not too fast, just fast enough so it seemed something was coming, just a little stronger, a little better, soon but not right away. He clutched my head between his thighs, and I pulled him more deeply into my mouth. By this time we were definitely on the way, then he pulled his mouth away and put a hand on my head.
"Just stop now, for a minute," he said, and we hung there suspended with a come just lurking within. When it died back, he said, "Okay, let's go again." And we began to move together. Again we slowly rose to where that feeling was just about to burst, and he pulled back and held my head still.
"Don't move!" he commanded. We were as still as statues. "When we start again," he whispered, "just go very slow, very very slow and let it come almost by itself." Then we resumed rubbing each other's dicks against the backs of our throats, feeling them strain like dumb blind creatures trying to escape, and that unbearable feeling got stronger and stronger and stronger without releasing. It just fizzed and boiled in the roots of our dinguses until we could stand it no longer, and it burst through the swollen tips like fireworks while we thrust and bashed into each other over and over and over again.
I don't think I went to sleep then. I think I passed out or fainted or something.
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