Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair
by Biff Spork
Chapter 3
I must have fallen asleep then because when I next noticed where I was, the room was completely dark and silent. I rearranged myself so I was wrapped around Amicus, touching him in new places. I couldn't resist kissing his cheeks and nose, but lightly so as not to wake him. Then I felt his lips against mine and we had a long, slow kiss.
"Are you awake?" I whispered.
"Mmmmh" he said.
"That was the most wonderful feeling I ever had."
"I thought you would like it," he said.
"Can we do it again?" I said.
"Mmmh," he said. "We can do it as much as we like."
"I mean, like right now?"
"Yup!"
"Can I do it to you?" I asked.
"I'd like that."
"Except I don't know how…"
"It's easy. You'll figure it out while you're doing it. My dick is pretty much the same as yours. What makes yours feel good is gonna make mine feel good too. Just imagine you've got your mouth around your own dong. All you have to remember is to keep your lips over your teeth, so your teeth don't scrape my dong. An easy way to learn is if we both do it at the same time. Then you can do what you feel me doing. Okay?"
I didn't know what he meant, but it became clear a few seconds later as he flipped around, so his head was facing my crotch, and his dong was sticking out in front of my face. I felt his warmth surround my dick, so I opened my mouth and took the end of his dingus inside, being careful to keep my lips covering my teeth. He pushed forward, so more of the shaft was inside my mouth. At the same time, I could feel him sucking on my dong and using his lips and tongue to push the hood back. I did the same with my mouth and felt the head of his dick swelling in hardness, as I swirled my tongue around it. It didn't seem weird or strange at all, like my mouth knew all about dinguses even if I didn't.
It was almost like I had HIM in my mouth, as if he was naked inside me where I could rub his most sensitive places and slather pleasure all over him. His dong swelled to what seemed an impossible hardness, and I slowly pulled it deeper into my mouth. I gagged and pulled back and realized I had to go more slowly and relax. Again, I let that deliciously squeezable knob on the tip move to the back of my mouth and then very slowly down my throat, just a little way, but far enough, so I could feel my lips pressed against his groin. I knew he was completely inside me. I loved how it stiffened and swelled when I squeezed it. I pulled back and swirled my tongue around the top of his dick, then drove it over my tongue to the back of my mouth.
I didn't notice when it began, but that incredible, intense feeling was building in me again, and I began to follow the rhythm Amicus was setting in his treatment of my dingus. The sensations in my mouth and dong were both so powerful and mixed up together, I knew that when a surge of pleasure swept over me, he was having the same feeling. We both sped up and then it happened again.
I felt his dong quivering and pulsing at the same time as waves of pleasure and joy exploded from deep inside me. We grunted and thrashed against each other as if trying to climb inside the other's body. When we finally relaxed Amicus bent his bottom leg to provide a pillow for my head. I did the same and we drifted off again with each other's dongs still in our mouths.
I don't know how long we slept, but when I awoke I immediately became aware of his limp and soft dingus in my mouth. Somehow it seemed almost more exciting and interesting than when it was hard and hot. It was like I had him inside me and he didn't know, but as soon as I started sucking gently on it, I instantly felt his tongue lapping on mine, and both dinguses swelled up fiercely again. This time, we set a slow rhythm of sucking and caressing, and instead of the pleasure suddenly becoming overwhelming, it grew more powerful bit by bit.
We suckled silently and explored each other's secret feelings. I peeled his hood back and ran my tongue around the edge of his head, learning its shape and feeling how the texture on the head was different from the skin of the shaft, how the head could swell from firmly spongy to hard and unyielding in a heartbeat. It seemed his dong exuded a bit of slippery sweetness. Sometimes I mimicked his actions, and sometimes he imitated mine. It was like a wordless conversation that became ever more intense until waves of pleasure drenched us again and again, and we struggled to hold each other more closely, while our bodies shook with unbearable sweetness.
Some time later, I felt Amicus move up the bed, so our heads were together on a pillow. He kissed my nose and said, "Good night, Morgan." We cuddled as close as we could get, snuggling our feet together, until we both slept again.
When I awoke, there was a little early light seeping through the windows. I was lying on my belly with my head over the edge of the mattress. Sleeping naked with Amicus was not like any sleepover I had ever had. I opened my eyes and could see my shoes neatly sitting together with my socks stuffed in them. A little further away I could see my shorts, briefs and T-shirt where Amicus had thrown them. It seemed amazing to me that I had ever worn such things, that I had ever thought it was normal and necessary to cover my body like that. I rolled over and looked at Amicus sleeping then fitted myself to his body like a nested spoon. I went back to sleep with him enclosed in my arms, and my nose buried in his hair.
When I next surfaced from sleep, I was feeling my face being kissed all over. It was Amicus. He smiled at me.
"I have to pee really bad," I said, "really bad."
"Yeah, me too, but first, let's just get the day started right." He twisted himself around, and in an instant had my hard dong in his mouth. I followed suit, and we were soon in rhythm with each other. Minutes later, we were both shaking and shuddering with that wonderful pleasure I had only just learned. How had I never known it before?
Amicus came up the bed, and we kissed. If I hadn't had to pee so bad, I might have swooned. He raised his head and, with his chin, pointed to a door on the far side of the room, and said, "That's the bathroom — last one there's a dingbat!" Then he leaped out of the bed. I jumped up too and nearly caught him, before we got to the big bathroom. There were four sinks and four cubicles with toilets in them. Amicus went into one and I sat down with a sigh in the next one.
First, I peed, and then I had a big poop. I felt really good until I reached for the toilet paper. There wasn't any toilet paper. There wasn't even an empty dispenser.
"Amicus?"
"Whaddya want, Dingbat?"
"There's no toilet paper in here."
"Use the wand, Dingbat."
I had no idea what he meant. What is that? The wand? Like Harry Potter?"
Amicus laughed. "Yeah, you just wave it and say 'abra-da-crap-ra' and the shit on your bum disappears. Just wait a minute and I'll show you."
I heard the sound of squirting water and then he came into my cubicle. He reached behind me and grabbed a small stainless steel nozzle with a long hose attached. "This is a wand, Dingbat. We don't use toilet paper here. Why cut down a tree just to wipe your ass? It's not very respectful and we need our forests. This wand works better than toilet paper anyway." He put his hand on the back of my neck and pushed me down so I was laying on my thighs. Then I felt a squirt of water on my asshole. He spritzed up and down and around a few times then let me up.
"There you go, Morgan. Once again, that asshole is clean enough to eat off."
"Wow!" I said, and again Amicus said 'Wow!' at the same instant. He grabbed me around the neck and dragged me toward the door.
"Now I know what I'm gonna call you," he said while giving me a noogie. "Not Morgan. And not Mogy. From now on you're 'Wowzer'."
I was his. He could call me Dingbat, or Dorkface, or Wowzer, or anything he wanted, and I'd come running. He dragged me out into the sunlight, squeezing bursts of laughter out of me. I had never been so happy in all my life.
Maudie gave us two trays with a couple of thick slices of avocado toast and big glasses of fresh orange juice on each one. While we were eating, she came over to our table with a jar in her hand.
"Morgan, if you run around like that all day today you're gonna get burnt to a crisp. Let me put some of this cream on you for protection. In a few days, you'll be brown enough so you don't need it." While I ate, she rubbed some cream all over my back and my face. "Okay," she said, putting the jar down on the table, "you can do your front and your legs yourself. Amicus, you help him and make sure he gets it everywhere. Okay?"
Amicus nodded with his mouth full.
"What have you got planned for today?" She asked.
Amicus swallowed, "I wanna go see how my sweet potatoes are doing. I figure it's time I weeded them."
Maudie looked at me and asked, "You going with him? Amicus is a good farmer, and you'll learn a lot."
For an instant, I saw Amicus looking self conscious, and a bit of a blush colored his cheek.
"Can I come?" I asked.
"That'd be great," he said. "I can really use some help." He popped his last bite of avocado toast into his mouth and turned to face me. "Now let's get the rest of that sun cream on you." Maudie went back to the kitchen area.
While I finished my toast, Amicus did my legs and feet. He didn't tickle my feet, but I enjoyed his fingers rubbing the cream into them so much, my dong started to swell. Then Amicus grinned wickedly and said, "Now, I know you're too shy to do this properly yourself, so I'll help you." He began rubbing the cream onto my dick and balls. Of course my dick immediately stood up and stretched out. "Thank you," he said. "That's good. That makes it easier to get it completely covered. It's necessary to take very good care of the dork." He stroked more of the cream onto my dick and rubbed it up and down. I was starting to get that good feeling when he took his hands away, put his head on one side, then the other, pursed his lips and said, "Very nice, and so tasty! But we have work to do. Stand up," he commanded. Once my bum was creamed to his satisfaction, he said, "Okay Wowzer, let's go."
We took our dishes back to Maudie. Thankfully, my dong had softened and, only a little swollen, hung down normally. Soon we were on a forest trail that forked off the main trail, heading in a different direction from the swimmin' hole.
After we had walked for awhile, I said, "That stuff we did in bed; that's sex, isn't it?"
"Yup."
"It's great!"
"Yup."
We turned onto a little path that branched off the trail we were following and came out into a small clearing with dozens of mounds scattered around. The mounds and the space between them were all covered with growing plants. It didn't look like any garden I'd seen, but as we stood there, I could see Amicus had a look of real satisfaction on his face. He turned to me and asked, "You ever do any weeding?"
"No."
"Okay. There's two kinds of plants growing here, sweet potatoes and weeds. Plants need food and when the weeds are eating food there's not so much for the sweet potatoes. So what we're gonna do is to get rid of the weeds so the sweet potatoes don't have any competition." He knelt down, pulled me down beside him and fingered a leaf. "See, this plant here is a sweet potato plant. All these other things are weeds, and we're gonna pull them out so they don't take food and water away from the sweet potatoes. We'll do one hill at a time. Okay?"
Most of the weeds came out easy, and we laid them in the spaces between the mounds, so they would dry out in the sun. We worked in silence, and I was enjoying the peaceful atmosphere, the sunshine on my back, and the smell of the earth. I was thinking about everything I had done and seen since I came to The Farm.
"Do you ever do it with girls?" I asked.
"Yeah, Frida likes to come here and help me weeding sometimes. She likes sweet potatoes too. But usually, I just come here by myself and do what needs to be done. The first year I did this, Maudie used to come and help me and show me how to do stuff. But now I know how to do it, so I don't need her to come here with me."
"No, I mean sex things?"
Amicus snickered. "Oh! Yeah. Sometimes with girls, sometimes with boys. It's all good, but mostly right now I play with boys."
We finished the first mound, and Amicus stood up, arched his back and stretched. I did too. We moved onto a second mound, kneeling side by side, and moving around the mound in opposite directions till we met on the other side.
"You don't think that's gay?" I asked.
"Playing with boys?"
"Yeah."
"Maybe it is." He shrugged his shoulders. "Who cares?" He was quiet for a minute then said, "Maudie says when you're a kid it can be hard to know if you're gay or straight because you're still discovering the world and all the different kinds of things that are possible. But, she says, it's more important to try to be a good person, to think about that and try to get it right. It doesn't matter if you're gay or straight or whatever as long as you're a good person, and you're trying to make the world a better place for everybody."
This made sense to me. Some of the feelings I was having for Amicus had made me a little afraid I might be gay. I mean, there's nothing wrong with being gay but it seems like it's harder to be gay than to be like everybody else. I decided not to be afraid, not to worry about it, and just try to be honest and kind and do good things. That let me like Amicus the way I was liking him, because I knew it was good.
Though I needed to pay attention to the work to make sure I wasn't pulling up any sweet potatoes, I found myself glancing over at Amicus every minute or so, just to enjoy the sight of his naked brown body moving so easily and gracefully. I loved the way his toes moved on the earth and the way the coating of dusty soil made his feet even more beautiful, like cosmetics on a super-model. He moved like he was part of the garden, like he loved being there and it loved having him there. There was something fearless about him that seemed to pull me toward him. Whenever our glances met, he smiled a little smile that made me feel calm and happy.
We did four more mounds, and after we had stretched, he said it was time for a break and led me over into the shade at the edge of the clearing. There he picked up a slim, black hose and turned a tap on the end. Clear water flowed out and he offered the hose to me. I drank my fill and handed it back to him. He drank, then turned the tap off and sat down in the shade. I sat down close beside him.
He put his arm around my shoulder and leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. I turned to him and met his lips with mine, and we had a long gentle kiss. I looked down into our laps. Both of our dongs were rigid and pointing to the sky.
"Last night was your first time, wasn't it?" he said.
"Yeah. It was fantastic, Amicus. I just wanna do it all the time."
"Yeah," he said. "Me too, and there's lots of different ways to do it. Just lie down and I'll show you another."
I lay back and gazed up through the leafy branches at the blue sky. Amicus's hand caressed my dick and my balls. Then he gripped the stalk and began to slide the skin up and down so the head was covered and then uncovered and then covered again. He did this slowly at first, then he sped up, and just as the good feeling was beginning, he took his hands away for maybe a half a minute and stroked my legs and chest. Then he gripped the stalk again and started that slow up and down movement. The good feeling again began to rise, and he slowly increased the speed of his stroking. And then it happened, that oh so beautiful sensation that had me jerking and juddering under his hand.
"You can do that with your own hand any time you want,"said Amicus. "But I think it's always better when somebody else does it for you."
I lay quietly savoring the feeling as it slowly ebbed away. Then I sat up and pushed him down. "Now you," I said and began to perform the same actions on his dong.
"You're a good learner," he said, as I tried to give him the same pleasure he had given me.
"I have a good teacher," I said, increasing the speed and pressure then backing off. I started again, watching for signs the good feeling was rising in him. When he began to shake like a drumskin, I took my hand away and caressed his legs and upper body. His nipples instantly stiffened under my hand, and I leaned in and just touched each with the tip of my tongue. Then I went back to his dick and resumed a relentless stroking, sliding the silky skin up and down, steadily increasing the pace until spasms rocked him, and he jerked upwards three or four times, then fell back. I lay down beside him. We embraced and gave each other little kisses. I closed my eyes and wormed into the space between his neck and his shoulder to float on the scent of his hair and listen to the lazy hum of summer morning insects.
We weeded two more mounds, and when we met on the far side of the second, I bumped my hip against his. He bumped my hip back, and I looked over to see his dingus swelling up. So was mine. He bumped me harder and knocked me over onto my back in the dirt. Then he jumped on top of me and took my dick into his mouth. His was sticking down right there where I could suck it, so I did.
I wrapped my arms around the small of his back and pulled him into me. I loved the slight saltiness of his slender dong and the slippery sweet juice that it yielded. He knew exactly what to do to make my dick swell with pleasure, and he sucked it until it felt like it was exploding in his mouth. I thrust upward and grunted with joy as my hips melted into him. As the waves of delight died down, I felt his dick stiffen against my tongue to steely hardness and pulse again and again and again. He collapsed on top of me and we lay still for a few minutes. My face was only about an inch from his bum, so I got to have a good look at it. I took a deep sniff, but there was no poopy smell at all, just that same warm smell I had begun to know as Amicus. I kissed that little space above his ball bag on the seam. Then we got up on our knees again and crawled over to the next mound. He looked at me and grinned, and we both started laughing.
"God," I said as I began to pull more weeds. "I love doing that with you. That's more fun than anything I ever did, ever."
"Yeah," he said, "I love it too. It's the best. Let's do two more of these mounds then go and have some lunch. I'm already hungry."
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