Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair
by Biff Spork
Chapter 1
One day when I was eleven, my parents invited me to 'consult' with them. I understood this to mean they had made a decision that would affect my life, and they wanted to tell me about it in a way that implied I had some say in what was going to happen. I liked my parents. They pretty much let me grow up as I wanted to and were okay parents in general, so I said, "Shoot!"
They were tired of the 'rat race' and planned to move to the country, to a place called The Farm. I wasn't too happy. It sounded like a lot of trouble — new friends, maybe, and a new school. They said it would be a growth experience, an adventure. I was a stick-in-the-mud kid; I thought I was growing okay where we were.
I was ready for an adventure, but The Farm didn't sound like "Star Wars" or "Lost in Space," and I was comfortable where we were. I didn't have a lot of friends, but I hung out with other boys from time to time. As for school, it was never a problem for me. When I was able to stay awake, I absorbed enough to get promoted from grade to grade with marks other kids' parents envied.
No tears were shed though, and soon we were seated in a rental truck full of our junk, heading into the mountains. On an island as small as ours, no place is more than a half-day's drive from any other place. We had lunch on the road. There was only french fries for vegan me, but no complaints — I like fries.
In the early afternoon, we turned onto a red dirt road that wound through a towering jungle. After a mile we came to a wooden archway. Through the gate I saw some weird little houses tucked in among the trees. Some had thatched roofs like bad wigs, and others looked like mushrooms. The road melted into the grass inside the gate, and I could only see paths between the houses and gardens. I glimpsed the roofs of larger thatched buildings through the trees.
We started to unload our stuff and carry it into the A-frame my parents said was our new home. Other people and kids came walking along the paths. The grown-ups hugged my parents and me and then helped us carry boxes and furniture. The first thing I noticed about the kids was that most of them were naked, nothing on at all. They were all barefoot and two of them were in shorts. The rest of them, eight kids big and small, both boys and girls, weren't wearing anything. I had never seen another naked person — I mean a living person with no clothes on — so I was surprised by the naked kids.
One of the naked boys came up to me, offered his hand, and said, "Hi, I'm Amicus. Welcome to The Farm."
Amicus had smiling brown eyes and long blond hair hanging down past his shoulders. He was the same size as me — four foot ten inches.
I remember working hard to resist the urge to stare at his wiener, which was not hanging down. It was sticking out, so I looked into his eyes, shook his hand, and said, "Hi, I'm Morgan."
He kept hold of my hand, grinned, wrapped his other hand around our two hands, and shook them some more. His wiener waggled and stuck out a little further. I could see his ball sack underneath. He didn't have any hair around his wiener or anywhere else on his body, same as me.
"We're gonna be good friends," he said.
I hoped so. Sometimes, when you like looking at someone, it's a sign you're going to like them. Amicus was like that.
One of the bigger girls came up. She was a little taller than Amicus and had long brown hair. I could see her boobs were just starting, like little hills on her chest. She tapped Amicus on the shoulder. "Okay Ami, you can let him go now."
"Hi Morgan," she said, "I'm Frida." Then she pointed to the other kids and named them. They all smiled and waved. I waved back at each with my left hand. I grinned at Frida and managed not to gape at her crotch to see what she had there. Amicus was still holding my other hand. I didn't mind.
We went back to unloading our belongings. When we had hauled the last box into our new house, Amicus grabbed my hand again and said, "C'mon, I'll show you around."
"Try to be back for supper," called my mom.
"It's okay," shouted Amicus, as we entered one of the forest trails. "He can eat with us."
"Uh, I'm vegan," I said, wanting to get the difficult stuff out of the way. I hate making apologies at other people's houses about not eating animal products like meat, fish, or chicken. The hardest thing to explain to people is that cheese and eggs are not vegetables. There's no way to do that without making it sound like you think they're stupid. But if you don't explain it, twenty minutes later they'll be setting a big cheese omelet down in front of you and waiting for your gasps of delight.
"Good!" said Amicus. "Everyone here is vegan. Don't worry, nobody is gonna feed you crap that wrecks your body and the environment."
I was starting to like this place a lot already — naked kids and vegan food — wow.
The wide path threaded through giant trees. The sun pierced the canopy here and there to spotlight plants in the undergrowth. We passed two other boys coming up the trail, bigger boys, maybe fourteen years old. Like Amicus, both were naked, had long hair, and all-over tans. They looked fit. Although they were only a few inches taller than us, it surprised me how much bigger their wieners were. Their balls hung down in long loose sacks instead of being clenched up under their wieners. They both had some hair growing there. They said we should come to the swimmin' hole with them.
Amicus said he was showing me around, and we might come later. Then he said to me, "You'll get to know everyone pretty quickly but I wanna give you a little tour first. Okay?"
I nodded.
"First, I'm gonna take you to one of my favorite places," he said, and led me off the trail through some dense undergrowth. We came to an enormous tree. He put his hand on the trunk and said, "I come here and sit with this tree when I just wanna be peaceful." He patted the tree and looked up into the branches. "Sometimes, I think, and think, and think about things until I get tired of thinking. Then I come here and sit with this tree. It helps me slow down all that thinking, and for a little while, it's like I stop thinking."
He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me down so I was sitting between two huge buttresses that extended from the trunk. "I like to sit like this," he said, "like the tree has its arms around me."
I was feeling a little awkward, stunned. He gently pushed me back so I was lying against the trunk. It was comfortable, like I was sitting in an easy chair. He sat down cross-legged opposite me and said, "Close your eyes and listen to the forest."
I listened. Birds chirped and whistled. Insects hummed and buzzed. Branches were creaking and leaves rustled from a faint breeze in the treetops.
"It's best when you're naked here," Amicus said, then continued, "It's okay if you're not. But, you know, if you were even barefoot you'd feel it better." He lifted my foot and said, "Do you wanna try?"
"Okay," I said. This was definitely strange, but it seemed harmless and interesting. Every time I looked at him, everything I was thinking about his weirdness evaporated. Whenever I glanced at him, I forgot to worry about all the hippy stuff he was spouting. "Sure," I added. "I go barefoot a lot at home."
"Good," he said. "Now close your eyes again and listen." I felt him undoing the lace on my shoe and slipping it off. Then he peeled my sock off and cupped my heel in his hand. I heard a bird cheeping very close.
"Hear that?" he whispered. "Now listen for the same sound but further away. Those birds always travel in pairs. He calls, and then she answers." Then I heard the same chirp but from much further away. "Like that," he said.
He put my foot down in his lap. I could feel his wiener brushing against the sole as he bent to pick up my other foot. Again he undid the shoelace, took that shoe off, and tucked the sock inside. Then he held my foot in his hands for a few minutes, while we listened to the forest.
"Your feet are really nice," he said. "You should never wear shoes." Then he began to massage my foot, gently pressing the sole with his thumbs, then lightly squeezing each toe. My mind was saying 'this is weird,' but his soft warm hands felt so nice, I didn't resist. He bent my leg at the knee and put that foot down so it was resting flat on the cool, moist forest floor. Then he rubbed and squeezed my other foot the same way.
"Most people are not aware of how sensitive their feet are," said Amicus, "but they're our strongest connection with the earth. It's like the planet is this huge battery sending out energy and all sorts of signals. For a million years, we walked barefoot and stayed in tune with the earth. But when you're wearing shoes, it's like you're not connected. When you wear shoes, it's the same as if you covered the whole world with leather or plastic. You're not getting any of that earth energy. You're not getting any messages from the planet."
We sat in silence, and it did seem the cool forest floor was somehow sending a message through the soles of my feet. They felt good. I felt good. I liked this place. I liked this Amicus kid, though he was beyond strange. There was no doubt about that — sitting there naked, feeling my feet, and talking about messages from the planet — but something about him made it all seem right.
"I know this place must seem strange," he said, as if he knew what I was thinking, "so if you have any questions, just ask."
"Nobody minds if you're naked?"
Amicus laughed. "No. Not at all. In fact, most of the grown-ups like it as much as we kids do. Lots of them go nude too, further away from the road. Does it bother you that I'm naked?"
"No," I said. Then, feeling a little bold, I added, "I think it looks nice. You look nice, I mean." And really, with his long tangled golden hair and his smooth, tanned body, he seemed like a boy from a fairy tale, a magical being.
"So if you don't mind," he said, "why would anybody else mind when I'm naked? Or if you were naked?"
"What about if you wanna wear clothes?"
"Nobody is gonna say anything if you wanna wear clothes, and most kids wear clothes from time to time when they go off The Farm, or if they're working in the garden, and they don't wanna get their bum dirty. It's okay either way. I never wear anything, except when I go off The Farm."
"What about at school?"
"We have school here. We have our own teachers and everything. It's great. You'll see. Some kids wear clothes to school. I don't. Lotsa times even the teacher is naked."
"Wow!"
"You could take your clothes off right now, and nobody would say anything." Amicus looked at me with his eyebrows raised like a question.
"I dunno…" I muttered.
"Don't worry about it," said Amicus, unfolding his legs. I caught a glimpse of his bumhole. I had always sort of wondered what a bumhole looked like. I mean, you can't see your own, even if you try. From what I could see, his looked pretty nice — no poop or anything — a neat brown circle with a little dent in the middle. "Being naked might be a bit scary at first, but you'll like it. It's natural. Your body understands it. It's great."
He tied the laces of my shoes together, hung them around his neck, stood up, and reached a hand down to help me up. I followed him back to the winding trail that dawdled through the trees until we came to an open area with a half dozen thatched structures. Paths between them were shaded by large mango trees.
We came to a structure that was only a palm thatch roof over some round tables and chairs. A few bigger kids — like sixteen years old — and one adult were sitting around one table with books and laptops. Amicus gestured toward them with his chin. "That's the school. Those kids are boning up for their final exams, the government exams, but the rest of us kids are on holiday for the next month, just like regular school."
On the other side of the school, we entered a large circular building. Inside, it was one huge, round room. Half the room was like a kitchen, with stoves, fridges, sinks and lots of counter tops, and cupboards, and cooking equipment hanging here and there. People, some nude and some dressed, were yakking and cooking something that smelled really good. Scattered around the rest of the open space was a bunch of tables that could each seat maybe six or eight people. "This is the food house. You can eat here at mealtimes. Or any time you're hungry, you can come here. Just tell anyone who's here that you're hungry, and they'll give you something to eat."
I looked around. "Where do you pay?" I asked, and I wondered how you could pay if you were naked — no pockets for money.
Amicus laughed. "Oh, you don't need to pay for anything here. We're just kids. People here like to feed us when we're hungry. You'll see."
"Wow!"
"Wow! That's pretty much your favorite word." grinned Amicus.
"This place is incredible," I said.
"There are some rules…" said Amicus.
"Like?"
"Pretty easy stuff. Don't ever be mean. Always be kind to other people and animals, even insects. Try to be helpful. Keep yourself and The Farm clean, like always take care of your garbage or dirty dishes, and make sure your bum is clean, so if you sit down somewhere, you don't leave brown streaks. Piss in the bush if you like, but try always to poop in the toilets. That's about it.
"People like it when us kids help out or try to do something that makes everyone's life better, but mostly it just comes down to doing what the grown-ups say unless someone asks you to do something you really don't wanna do."
"If one of the grown-ups asks you to do something you really don't wanna do?"
"Then you can ask one of the other grown-ups or bring it up in the weekly meeting, and everyone will talk about it and decide what to do."
I said, "Wow," and Amicus said "Wow" too, at the same time. I cracked up.
"Wow, wow, wow, wow, bow-wow," said Amicus grabbing me around the neck and dragging me outside. I knew right then I was going to love The Farm.
The way he was holding me around the neck meant my head was pointing down toward his crotch. Finally I could just stare at his wiener without revealing how curious I was. I was happy it looked pretty much the same as mine, about as big around as my middle finger and three or four inches long with some extra skin bunched up on the end like a tiny do-nut.
He let me stand up and pointed to another building. Like the school, it was just a thatched roof on poles with a bunch of chairs and mats on the floor inside. "That's the meeting place. Every week, we have a meeting to talk about everything, and make sure everyone's okay with what's happening. Us kids can go if we want, but we don't hafta – mostly it's kinda boring." He still had his arm around my shoulders, but it felt fine.
I resisted the urge to say 'wow,' and he pulled me around the meeting place to another circular building. This one had walls and a door. He pushed the door open, and we went inside.
"But this is the best," he said. There were no chairs or tables, just one great big round room with mats and mattresses and beds scattered around and lots of pillows and sheets. All around the edge of the single large room were shelves and cupboards, with windows every so often. Some of the drawers were open, and I could see clothing inside, and books, and games, and all the sorts of things you would expect in a kid's room.
On the far side of the room, a couple of kids on one bed were tangled up in each other and giggling, with a sheet half covering them. They looked like they might be wrestling. "This," he gestured grandly, "this is the kids house."
Amicus led me over to one of the beds. He pushed me down onto the mattress and sat down beside me. Once again, he waved his arm around the room and said, "Yeah, this is the kids house. This is where we sleep, and play." He flopped backwards so he was lying down with his legs dangling off the edge of the bed. I could see his wiener was starting to stand up. And inside my shorts, I could tell mine was fighting for some space too. I was fascinated by his wiener getting bigger like that. With each pulse of his heart it stood up straighter, until it was pointing stiffly to the roof.
I still wasn't sure what he meant by 'the kids house' or 'play,' and I was also in a state of shock from watching his wiener erect like that. I said, "The kids house…."
"Yup," said Amicus. He reached down and gave his wiener a slow stroke that revealed the glistening pinky-purple tip under its hood. "This house is where we kids sleep, and it's just for us kids. In here we can play however we like, as long as we're all happy with it."
"All the kids sleep here?" was all I could manage.
"Yup, and we have a lot of fun," he said.
A burst of squealing and giggling came from the other side of the room. One of the boys roared, but it wasn't an angry roar. Amicus sat up and said, "Look, I could talk and talk and talk, but the best is if you sleep here tonight. Then you can decide if you wanna sleep here all the time or sleep in your parents' house. Most of the kids on The Farm sleep here, but a few sleep with their parents, and some sleep with grown-up friends in their houses."
He patted the mattress and said, "This is my bed, and you're welcome to sleep here with me tonight, if you like. Or, we can go get a foam mattress, and you can have your own bed. Or, you can go back and sleep with your parents. I would be happy if you sleep here with me tonight, but no pressure. The rule here is to do only what you like. Okay?"
"Okay" I said, "I'd like to sleep here, like a sleepover."
"Great!" said Amicus. "It's the same with being nude," he said. "If you wanna try it out and see what it feels like, then you can leave your clothes here with my stuff and we can walk up to the pond and have a swim before supper."
I swallowed and cleared my throat. "I'd like to try," I croaked, "but I'm kinda scared, you know."
"Yeah," he said. "I know you're probably afraid your dingus is gonna get hard like mine is, and people are gonna laugh at you. Don't worry, it'll go down, and nobody here cares anyway. They know that, at our age, our dinguses get hard all the time, and there's nothin' we can do about it..." he snickered, "...except enjoy it. C'mon, I'll help you."
He reached over and grabbed the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it upwards. Without thinking, I raised my arms. He pulled my T-shirt off and threw it over his shoulder, then tipped me over on my back on the bed and put my feet on his shoulders. He reached down, undid the button and zip on my shorts and pulled them off. Then he looked down into my eyes and then looked at my briefs. I took a deep breath, hooked my thumbs under the elastic waistband and pulled them toward my knees, where he could reach them. My dingus flopped against my belly then sprang up, as stiff as I'd ever seen it. I never thought of it as my wiener again. From then on, it was my dingus or any one of a dozen other names that Amicus used.
Amicus stared openly at my crotch. "Very nice," he said slowly. "Nothin' to be ashamed of there. It's a beautiful dingus, just really excellent." By saying that, he had given me the right to stare at his boy parts openly, and I did. I loved the way his ball bag was snugged up tight under his dingus. It just looked neat, right.
I hadn't any practice dealing with compliments about my dingus, so my reply was pretty lame. I said, "Your dingus is pretty nice too. I mean, really excellent."
He gave his dingus another slow stroke and looked fondly down. "Well, it could be bigger, but in general it's a very good dingus, always ready to have some fun." He reached a hand down to help me up. "Now, let's head for the swimmin' hole and get cooled off."
By the time we got to the door, both the sticking out dinguses were drooping, and after a few steps out in the sunshine, mine was back to dangling the way it usually did, though maybe a bit fatter than normal. We walked towards a forest path, and a naked man and woman emerged from the school house and strolled in our direction.
As they came to us, the woman said, "Hi Amicus, who's your friend?" Amicus greeted her and told her my name. "Hi Morgan," she said. "Welcome to The Farm."
"See?" said Amicus, after we had moved away from them. "Nobody cares if you're naked."
I was enjoying being naked outdoors. I loved feeling the light breeze on all my skin, and the sunlight warming all of me from head to toe. I felt free. I was quickly getting to where I didn't care what anyone else thought. Going barefoot was good. Being naked was good. Being naked was fun. The air moving over my dingus made it feel so nice, a really good feeling I wanted to last forever. I could hardly wait to get brown all over like Amicus. This was way better than "Star Wars" and "Lost in Space" rolled up together.
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