Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair
by Biff Spork
Chapter 5
Henry and I lay quietly in the shallows and caught our breath while we recovered. I had my eyes closed for ten minutes but opened them when I felt a hand pulling me away from where I was glued to Henry's side. It was Amicus. On Henry's other side I could see Sequoia pulling Henry into a tight hug.
Amicus pulled me into his arms and kissed me. "We've been in the mango orchard," he said, "and we brought back some really good ripe ones up there on the big rock."
I was suddenly starving and raced Amicus back upstream. Henry and Sequoia followed us. The mangoes were perfect, bright yellow with reddish blushes where they had ripened in the sun. My mouth was watering as I held one and turned it over in my hands.
"This is great," I said, "but has anybody got a knife?"
"Just do like this," said Amicus and after making a bite on the stem end he grabbed a flap of the skin with his teeth and pulled it off. Then he turned the mango and peeled another strip off. "When they're ripe like this the skin comes off easy."
I imitated him and soon had mine peeled. I kept trying to avoid getting the sticky juice on me, but the mango was so juicy it was impossible, and I finally gave up and just started munching on the sweet yellow flesh while the juice dribbled off my chin, ran down my arms and dripped onto the rest of my body. Being naked is definitely the best way to eat mangoes. When only the pit was left, I threw it into the forest behind me and grabbed another mango. By the time I finished that one, I was dripping all over with sticky mango juice, but I lay back on the warm rock completely satisfied.
Sequoia sauntered over to me, looked down, and said. "God, Morgan, you're totally drenched with mango juice," a note of falseness creeping into his voice. "C'mon fellas, it's time to introduce him to the Mango Juice Clean-up Tradition."
Amicus leaned over and said, "Yeah, there's only one way to get all that juice off!" and started licking my face. Sequoia grabbed one of my arms and began slurping the juice. I struggled to get free but Henry joined the free-for-all and held and sucked the juice from my other arm. Amicus sat down on my legs and licked down my belly. I was struggling and yelling. Henry held his hand up, and they all stopped this tongue torture. He looked down at me and said quietly, "Morgan, this is kinda like an initiation rite that we do to all new boys. But maybe you won't like it or be able to stand it, so here's a safe phrase. If you really want us to stop, just shout, 'I'm a creep' and we'll stop and let you go. And no hard feelings. Okay?"
"I'm not a creep," I growled. "It's you guys who are the creeps." They fell on me licking and tickling with no mercy and immediately went for my most tender and sensitive spots.
"Let's wreck him totally," said Sequoia. "Just put him into a state of absolute nonsense."
"He does really need to be cleaned up all over," said Henry pulling my legs apart. Amicus moved up to my neck, licking and sucking. Henry wiped all around my ball bag and licked my dong until it was standing at full attention. By this time, I had given up my attempts to get free from them and while I lay there, Amicus lowered his mouth down onto my dingus and sucked and slobbered until I'm sure not a drop of mango juice remained. Sequoia settled down to nibbling my ear lobes, sucking my chin and kissing me. He squeezed and pinched both my nipples while his tongue explored my mouth. Henry had his head down near my crotch and went from licking my balls to lifting up my legs so he could get at my bum. He licked up and down the crack and stuck his tongue right up my bum repeatedly. I never knew before that my bum could feel so nice. Then he gently sucked my balls while Amicus worked on my dingus. An explosive sensation was building deep inside me. And then it happened, the feeling that everything that was me was coming apart in aching delight and then merging and meshing together again in rich new ways and surging through me into Amicus and Henry and Sequoia. I was shattered by tremors that began in my belly and then radiated out to my fingertips and toes again and again.
When I stopped thrashing against them, Amicus took his mouth away from my dong, and Sequoia laughed, "He's really a tasty little fellow, isn't he?"
"Yeah," said Henry. "What a delicious bum! And look at those freckles. Aren't they just the best?" I felt him kissing my nose. "I think we found a long lost brother," he added.
"Yup!" said Amicus.
"No doubt about it," said Sequoia. "He's a member of the family."
"But you know," added Amicus. "I think there's still some juice on him so he needs a good wash. Sequoia grabbed me under the arms and Henry and Amicus each took a leg. They lifted me up and threw me into the middle of the pool. They had succeeded. I was wrecked.
For the rest of the afternoon we played underwater tag and other games. As the sun was getting entangled in the trees that marked the darkened horizon, and the four of us marched down the trail toward the food house, I felt so good to be really with them, like I was not the new kid any more, but I was one of them, that somehow I had proven worthy to be a member of this group of really great boys.
Maudie approved of Amicus and me as properly cleaned up and rewarded us with an extra sliver of her fantastic vegan cheesecake. When she brought the cheesecake to the table she also brought a hairbrush.
"You guys like to run around all the time without any adult supervision," she said. "And that's fine, that's life on The Farm, but you should also remember grooming – it's necessary for us all to take care of each other's bodies. It's another way of strengthening our bonds." Then she turned to Amicus and said, "Amicus, you've heard me go on about grooming so you can tell Morgan all about it after you finish that cheesecake, while you brush his hair. You need to get all those knots and tangles out before they get too bad. Okay?"
So, after supper found Amicus and me seated on a bench outside the food house while he brushed my hair. It was not as long as his but it was pretty long, nearly to my shoulders. "Grooming is really important," said Amicus. "Especially among primates like us. We've been doing it for millions of years, but it's something we modern humans often forget about. I groan about it when Maudie reminds me, but I actually like it. I like grooming, and I like being groomed.
"I think your black hair is great, so smooth and shiny, and it's satisfying to get all the knots and tangles out of it. I like handling your body, and all its parts, not just your dingus, although your dingus is probably my favorite part of you." He laughed and put the brush down to untangle a knot in my hair with his fingers. Then he giggled, "Your dingus is probably your favorite part of you, too. Mine is! Well, I really like your feet and your nose too," he added. "But the dingus is more interesting, you know, because sometimes it's small, and soft, and cute hanging down, and other times it gets so stiff and stands up like a tough guy looking for a fight, poking out and swelling up, but really just hoping to be felt and squeezed and loved. But a nose, or a toe, just stays the same, not so much variety, not so much acrobatic zest." He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around so he could brush the other side.
His talking about my dingus made it start to swell up. "Your talking about my dingus made me get a hard-on," I said.
He looked down at it and said, "That's no hard-on, Wowzer. That there is what we call a soft-on, when it just sticks out a bit, but is not bone-hard and not pointing straight up like some kinda rocket. It's not a hard-on, it's a soft-on. See what I mean? The dingus has a whole range of states." He turned me around and looked critically at my head. "Okay, you're looking good. Now do me." He handed me the brush and sat down with his back to me.
I had never brushed anyone's hair before but I found I really liked doing it. Amicus had beautiful golden hair, long and just a little curly and the more I brushed it, the curlier it got. He said it was always best to try to get the knots out with my fingers instead of trying to force the brush through.
"I like this," I said.
"Yeah, it's a nice thing." said Amicus. "Often when people mess with other people's bodies, they get confused because they think it's a sex thing. But you can do things that feel nice to other people that are not sex things. That's what grooming is. I know how to give good back-rubs too and foot massage is another nice thing to do."
"Was that what you were doing to my feet when we were at your tree yesterday?"
"Oh that wasn't a full-on foot massage. That was just a taste, but if you liked it I can give you the works some time. Feet are really important, you know. Our brains are so far from the ground it's easy for our minds to just wander off into dreams – especially if your feet are asleep too. A good foot massage wakes your feet up so all those thousands of nerves that end in your feet, in the soles of your feet, they all get turned on and start sending messages about the state of the planet to your brain."
When Amicus talked like this now, it didn't seem weird to me. It was just Amicus being Amicus. For me, he was like a being from another planet and at the same time he was just a boy like me.
Later, when we were laying in bed I hugged Amicus and said, "I had a great day today, Amicus. Thank you so much. It was all good, the best day ever."
"Yeah," he said, "For a beginner you sure had a lot of sex today. How many times did you come?"
"Come?"
"Yeah, come, that's what it's called when you get that good feeling that you can't hardly stand, like your dingus is gonna explode."
"Let's see, we had one in the morning before we got up. Then we had another when we had our break in your garden, and another one there too in between the sweet potato hills." I said.
"Then there was that one with the mango juice at the swimmin' hole," added Amicus.
"I had one at the swimmin' hole with Henry, too," I said.
"You had one with Henry? I thought so. You looked pretty lovey-dovey when we got back from the mango orchard."
"We did it in the water. It was really neat. Was that okay? I mean, do you mind?
"No, why should I mind? I don't own you. In the water? Wow! That's somethin' I've never done. Anyway, Sequoia and me had some fun in the mango orchard. "
"Good, I was a little worried that you might not like it that I did sex with someone else. But I wanted to ask you something."
"Go ahead, ask away."
"When me Henry did it, there was a bunch of white stuff that came squirting out of his dong. What was that?"
"Oh, that's jizz. Men and big boys make it in their balls and whenever they come it shoots out like that. I love it. It's one of the reasons I love to suck Sequoia's cock. Henry, too. I've been sucking their cocks for a long time – a couple of years ago they were just like we are now. Then they started to make jizz. They say it changes the sex thing – you can't come so often as when you're younger, like us. But when you come it's even more intense, better."
"Wow!" I said, and while Amicus laughed, I continued, "And you love it, like how?" I was imagining all sorts of things and I wanted to get this straight.
"I like it when they shoot it straight into my mouth while I'm sucking them so I can swallow it. It's like I'm drinking a little bit of them, that I'm tasting them, the best of them, the cream, like they're shooting their best feelings into me. It's a special thing. It's great."
"Wow," I said and he grabbed me and squeezed me.
"Wow, wow, wow," he said, "I love you, Wowzer.
I squeezed him back and said, "I love you too, Amicus," and it didn't feel strange to say it because it just came out without me thinking about it, and I knew it was true.
We had some kissing then.
"In some countries all the boys suck men's dicks because they think the jizz is gonna make them grow up properly. I don't know if that's true. It might just be a way of making them feel okay about something they really want to do anyway. I do it just because I like it."
"You know," I said. "When I'm sucking you sometimes I can taste something kinda sweet and slippery that comes out of your dick…."
"Yeah," he said. "That's pre-cum, something your body makes so your dick will be slippery. You make it too and yours tastes really good."
"So does yours," I said.
"Jizz is different, it's thicker and not so sweet as pre-cum. One neat thing about it is that every boy's jizz tastes a little different, just like every boy is different."
A whole new world was opening up to me. I didn't have anything to say.
"We'll be making jizz soon," said Amicus. "Henry and Sequoia started when they were just a little bit older than we are."
"You've known them for a long time?"
"Yeah, we kinda grew up together. They're like brothers to me. Sometimes I sleep with one and sometimes with the other and sometimes with both of them. They have a big bed over there on the other side of the room. If you want, some nights you can sleep over there, and one of them can sleep with me, or I can go over there and, one of them can come over here and sleep with you, or all four of us can sleep together. Doing sex with people is nice, but it's nice too, to just sleep with people you like. Sex is like a bonus, then."
"I dunno," I said.
"Both of them want you to sleep with them," he said.
"Even Sequoia?"
"Yeah, today when we were coming back from the mango orchard he was talking about how much he liked you. He said he really wanted to wrap his arms around you and make you squeak."
"Squeak?"
"Yeah, squeak. You squeak sometimes when you come, in case you didn't know. It's really nice and a little funny, like a happy little scream. I love it."
"And Henry? I know Henry likes me."
"Yeah, he's crazy for freckles but it's not just your freckles. I've seen the way he looks at you some times. You're something else, Wowzer. You've only been here a day or two but everybody already loves you."
We had a little more kissing here. I couldn't say anything.
After a bit Amicus said, "We'll be making jizz soon, but since we're not making it yet shall we see if we can have one more little goodnight come before we go to sleep? That'll make your score for today six comes. I don't think I've ever done better myself."
"Good idea."
We both got into position.
Just before he took my dingus into his mouth he said, "This fantabulous style of sex is called a '69'. You can figure out why."
Because both of us were tired and half asleep we took it really slow. I felt his tongue just sliding and slipping around on the head of my dick, not fast or hard but steady, so it just felt nice all by itself, without the big good feeling. I imitated him, smooching and slicking gently and slowly on his dong, tucking my tongue in between the loose skin and the head of his dick and just enjoying doing it, not rushing to get to the end right away. I was just on the edge of sleep, nearly drifting away, when I felt that thread of pleasure stir deep inside me, somewhere near the root of my dingus. Ever so slowly it grew and expanded, and I could feel his dick too was starting to buzz with some fine rapid vibrations and getting stiffer and stiffer. I sucked harder and pulled his dork deeper into my mouth, so he was actually a little way down my throat. I found I could squeeze the end of his dick by swallowing so I swallowed and sucked, gently pulling his come up from deep inside his body. It rose in both of us slowly but powerfully and when we finally smashed together it seemed like it went on and on and on. I squeaked.
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