Peace and Freedom

By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM

"Here we are, darling, your robe of the Commune," Mom was back with the robe, all white cotton and I was appalled.

"Aw, Mo-o-o-m!" I whined. "That's a dress!" She was already wearing one, so I recognized the white cotton of the Commune robe. It covered you from your neck to your ankles and sleeves down to below your elbows, with no breaks in it anywhere, and you were expected to not wear anything else. Nothing else, naked under the robe! I was permitted to put my shoes back on, but was expected to learn to walk barefoot anywhere I went as soon as I could. Mom took my hand and we walked out into the street, me carrying my school clothes in a roll under my free arm and feeling like a clown. I was glad I wouldn't be expected to wear the robe when going to and from school!

Before Mom had arrived with the robe, I had been stark naked, looking at myself in the full-length tri-angle mirror of the clothing shop. It was like I was a stranger, a naked product of my mother and an unknown man from her past, who must have been Latino for my hair was jet black, my eyes were deep brown, nearly black, and my skin was a tawny brown like a deer's fur coat. My face was round and smooth, my nose was small and wide-nostriled, and my lips were a slightly grayer tone than my skin around it. My body was thin, my arms and legs were skinny like so many sticks, my body was like an oversized coffee can, but when you look back on my life, with years of Mom's vegetarian-vegan-whatever lifestyle, I had lived one step above malnutrition as long as I could remember. I looked okay, I guess, a little short for my age, but maybe, as I said, my Dad was Latino and I just looked a lot like him. I sure didn't look like my tall, lush-brown-haired, blue-eyed, pale-skinned, very beautiful, and buxom mother who was a total sky-pilot-brained hippie.

The Commune was fortunately just a few blocks away from the Commune-owned shop where we had started, and we walked the entire distance, with people snickering behind us as we walked. I would have tried to fight a couple of the kids, but Mom kept a tight hold on my hand the entire way.

We found the place, a high wall of hurricane wire around it, and plastic sheets hung on it to hide everything behind it. Mom talked to the intercom by the front gate. "Love and Peace," she intoned.

"Joy and Freedom," came the response and the gate unlocked. Inside was a huge old house in good shape, a three-story mansion, and around it, instead of a lawn, were flower gardens where several men and women of the Commune of Freedom worked. In addition to the white robes of the Commune, they wore large sun hats. We got inside the front doors and...wow!

Mom hadn't been kidding that clothing inside the Commune was whatever you wanted to wear because lying on a mattress just inside the front door was a major hunk, large, muscled, handsome, and totally naked! He was listening to some music on the radio and nodded amiably to my mother. "Peace, Freebird." That was Mom's name in the commune, Freebird.

"Peace, Wildflower," my mother returned. "This is my son, Featherwind."

"David," I said automatically, I knew my "Commune" name but hated it.

"Pleased to meet you, David," Wildflower replied, but he made no effort to move to shake hands or anything else. His dark brown hair was cut short in a flattop like they cut them in those days, close to the scalp and flat on the top with a minimum of hair left over around the brim of the scalp, but on him, it looked good. His whole body was a mass of muscles, his every movement caused them to flex and ripple around and over his body.

"Wildflower joins us from the military, where he was stuck for a few years," Mom explained. "He has come here to cleanse his heart and soul and forget war forever."

"I'm working on that," Wildflower replied.

"Were you in the Marines or Army or what?" I asked eagerly.

"I forget," Wildflower waved his right arm in the air genially, which gave me a beautiful view of his bicep in all its glory. "It was ugly and dirty and angry, but here is nothing but beauty and peace and freedom. I believe in freedom in all its ways, even in what I wear. Or don't wear," he gestured at his body. "Isn't freedom beautiful?"

"It sure is!" I enthused, and he grinned as I ogled him. His rod was lying quiescent between his athletic legs, a fat slab of meat that must stiffen up into a huge log of a hard rod.

A worker came in from outside and grinned at us. "Howdy," he said, hung up his hat on a hanger by the wall for those hats, then began to peel off his robe. He wore nothing underneath it, of course, and soon he was as naked as Wildflower, though not nearly as attractive. He grinned at Mom and me as he stretched, scratching his ballsac, and said, "Man, it is hot outside, I'm going to take a cold shower and just rest a while now."

"Peace," Wildflower replied.

"Peace, Sunwalker," Mom said.

"Freedom," the man said briefly and walked on by the two of us, his cock waggling back and forth, half-hard, but neither my mother nor Wildflower paid attention to that at all.

"Come on, Featherwind, let's go to our room and settle in. All of your belongings are already there, I moved them here while you were in school."

That was my introduction to the Commune. It was a head trip for me as you have seen, the men and women (I was the only child there) all sort of did what they wanted to, but there was a sort of common agreement that they all worked to keep the gardens in shape and worked to sell the flowers to make money to pay the Commune bills. You worked when you wanted to and didn't when you didn't want to, and, as long as the gardens were kept and the flowers sold, that was all the Commune required. Some people had their own jobs and left for work to earn their own money, also. Mom kept her job at the restaurant and, with me in the commune, she no longer had to pay for a babysitter for me; I could just hang with the people in the commune until she got home about suppertime. Mom worked in her robe, which turned out was owned by the commune. So was the shop that supplied our robes. I don't know if the people working there were paid for that work.

The rules of Commune behavior were simple: do whatever you wanted to, and don't prevent other people from doing what they wanted to. Share everything you have with everyone and everything everyone else has is to be shared with you. Total communism, in other words, within these walls and total freedom. You could be cast out of the commune for abusing the privilege, but no other penalties applied. People were encouraged to use this freedom to develop a totally open and spiritual nature. Like Wildflower said, he had come here with the burden of war on his mind, to forget all about it and re-attain his peace of mind. You would see someone wearing a string of beads of unique design, and a bit later, it would be on someone else. Joy shared was joy multiplied. I had the weekend to get into the spirit of things and make a decision or two.

The next day, Mom went into the restaurant to work and wouldn't be back until nearly six o'clock and I had school, but I was home by three-thirty. I walked in the door and was pleased to see Wildflower right where I usually saw him, lying on the mattress just inside the front door, stark naked, listening to the music on the radio. I had never seen him move, actually, though he must move sometimes, to eat, drink, and use the bathroom. But I had never seen him do it. "Hi, Wildflower!" I said. "I mean, Peace!"

"Peace and Freedom," he replied with a genial smile. His face was softer now when he saw me, we were becoming an odd sort of friends; I had sat with him and just quietly listened to the radio alongside him. He would reach up if a newcast came on, switch stations to get another music station going. He seemed to know just which stations to listen to, to avoid them entirely.

I walked past him to get to the room Mom and I shared (an embarrassing thing to do, the men would come in and Mom would just let them into her bed and they'd have sex with me lying only about ten feet away from them, this was that kind of commune. Mom wasn't quiet about it, either), and got undressed. I was about to express my own kind of freedom and take what I wanted.

I went back to Wildflower. My nudity didn't surprise him; he was used to me joining him on the mattress naked by now. I normally would have laid down next to him by his side, there was room enough on the mattress, but this time, I knelt near his middle. Just took hold of his cock and fondled it, and it surged to full size in my hand for the first time. "Damn!" I breathed. Wildflower's cock, when hard, was about ten inches long! A monster!

I looked up at his face and he was still smiling genially at me. I can't describe his smile any other way. This was a commune dedicated to sharing everything, but I had never seen anybody in Wildflower's bed before now, maybe because he was right in the front room where anyone coming in would see. Or maybe when they handled him, he stayed soft, or when they looked at him, he didn't smile. There are ways to say "no" without saying the word. I had picked that up over the weekend, too.

But his smile was there, his cock was rock-hard, and I bent my head down and sucked the head into my mouth. He was uncut but the erection had brought the glans out to view, a warm ship's-prow-shaped head with the slit's lips perched on the tip like a figurehead. My tongue hit the prow like a wave and I lapped around the glans and a bead of precome oozed out of the tip and I rose and licked it off as my reward.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Wildflower sighed. "That's nice, David."

I lapped around his glans while letting my saliva pour out, causing it to run in rivulets down his shaft, and when I had the head totally soaking wet, I made my first lunge down on his dong, swallowing the head and about four inches of the rod below, and Wildflower moaned, "Uhhhh-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!"

I gripped his cockskin and pulled upwards, bringing the thick, loose flesh up with me and when my lips bumped over the flare of his glans, I turned course and dove down again, the skin sliding loosely between my lips and outpacing me to get back to its original position.

"Guhhhhh-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Wildflower groaned.

I didn't pause, I kept moving up and down and up and down, and Wildflower's groans kept growing in intensity and volume, "Mmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh, guhhhhhhhhhh, gggggggghhhhhhhh, hunnnnnnnnhhhhhh!"

I was at a right angle to Wildflower and his near arm was right against my knee. Wildflower bent his elbow and his hand gripped my young willie in three of his thick fingers, and I gasped. "Ohhhh!"

"Mmmmmmm, ahhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhh!" he kept moaning as his hand began to jack my little dick, and I closed my eyes and shuddered at the feel.

"Kuhhhhh, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, uhhhhhh, turn around, David!" Wildflower guttered out in broken words, like "tu-ur-rn ar-rrr-rou-ou-ou-ound, Da-a-a-a-a-avi-i-i-i-id!"

I understood, and I turned my body so that my knees rested on either side of Wildflower's head and, as I hoped, he promptly sucked my peter into his warm, wet mouth. I moaned and returned to sucking him more ardently than before. My mouth and throat, inspired by the soft lips that were now nursing on my two inches of boy dick, were taking his massive pecker down to about six or seven inches on my deepest plunges. My speed was up to the pace you use when jacking off, the rapid strokes you take to rapidly reach your orgasm, I was no longer trying to be seductive, I was in full hot-sex mode. Wildflower was gasping and moaning, I was wheezing and groaning, there on that mattress in the front room otherwise nearly barren of furniture or carpeting, just the mattress and the front door of the Commune.

Yes, we were having sex in the front room in the afternoon, and the inevitable happened: the door opened, and a woman walked in, wearing the white robe and hat of the garden workers. She saw us and kept her composure; she just said, "Peace."

Wildflower turned loose of my prick long enough to say, "Freedom."

I lifted my head and said, "Peace and Love."

"Love," she acknowledged me and walked on by toward the stairs. We were all free to do whatever we wanted inside the Commune, after all. I returned to sucking Wildflower's cock, and the thought of how free I was now galvanized my own actions even more.

Love. Peace. Freedom. Maybe this Commune had something here, I know I felt so free and happy and fulfilled. Wildflower also seemed more passionate from the encounter; he was moaning more than ever, and I realized he was about to climax.

"AHHHHHH-AHHHHHH-AHHHHHH, UHHHH-UHHHH-UHHHHH, OHHHH-OHHH-OHHHH, HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH-HUH!"

He was about to come! Squirt his hot spunk into my mouth!

"HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!" Wildflower gasped in his urgency.

I gripped his balls and gave them a kind but firm squeeze.

"KUH-HUH-UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Wildfire didn't just erupt into my mouth; he exploded! My mouth was suddenly full of his warm spooge and I swallowed fast and more gushed in as fast as I swallowed.

"HUHHHHHHHHHH, HUHHHHHHHHHHHH, HUH-HUH-HUH-HUHHHHHHHHHH!" Wildflower squirmed and convulsed; his massive body was like riding a whale or being in a boat in a stormy ocean. I was buffeted about, his huge chest carrying my lower body about, and my prick, wet with his slobber, was being wiped on his neck from my movements.

"HUHHHHHHHH, HUHHHHHHHHH, huhhhhhhhhhh, huhhhhhh, hnnnnnn, hnnnnnnnhnnnn, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Wildflower finally settled down, his chest still rising and falling like the ocean's waves still rise and ebb after a storm passes.

I started to get up. his huge hands pulled me back into my position on top of him, and he gulped my cock down again, still hard but mostly dry, and he began to suck me with a rapid stroke of his lips.

"Mmmmmmmm!" I sighed from the sweet feeling rushing through my body. "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnn, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

His hands came up, and I felt one heavy index finger finding and fondling my asshole. Not poking into it, just brushing over the so-sensitive flesh there, stimulating and thrilling me, and the warm sensations of that touching was all it took, combined with the prior sucking, before we had been interrupted, pushed me over the brink of delight into the honey-pit of orgasm.

"Ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, I'm coming, ahhhhhh-ahhhhhhhhh, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh, OH-OH-OH-OH-OH, AHHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHHH-AHHHH, AH-HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I couldn't come, or not much, maybe a little sticky fluid, but I shook and shivered and quaked and quivered, moaning and groaning, and I felt as wonderful as any boy can feel with the joy of climax, and when I was done, I slumped down and again my wet willie slapped onto the hollow of his throat and nestled into the small, dimpled area of softness there. Wildflower gulped, and I felt his esophagus rise and fall, the flesh of his throat rising against my dong.

Wearily, I crawled around and nestled under one powerful, warm, wet arm (he had broken into a sweat, and so had I, a little) and I sighed, "That was wonderful, Wildflower."

"Evan," he said.

"Huh?"

"My name is Evan, David, Evan Logan. Not Wildflower."

"Evan," I savored the word. "I like the name, Evan. It sounds like you."

"I didn't think I'd ever like the name again. Evan Logan did some terrible things in Vietnam. Things he came here to forget. I don't think I can ever forget those things, but now," he broke his words with a soft, contented sigh, "I think I can forgive myself."

"Okay," I said. "Kiss me, please."

Evan kissed me and I felt so wonderful in that kiss; it wasn't the modest lip-only kiss of a mother or such, it was a kiss a lover gives you, they give you themselves with the kiss and I felt him doing that with this kiss.

"Do you have a room here?" I asked him.

"This is my room."

"Oh. Can I sleep here with you tonight?"

"I would like that," he reached for another kiss.

We were still together when Mom came home, and she didn't say anything. We were both free here, after all, she just nodded at me. I found out how Evan ate his food, one of the women brought him out a plate, and that night, she brought out two plates, and we ate where we lay. Evan got up briefly to go to the bathroom as well. I had never seen him rise from the mattress before then, unimportant in any way. But it wasn't the last time.

That night, when everyone was in bed and asleep, Evan and I made love, him atop me and his cock sweet within my ass, gently sliding back and forth. He wasn't abrupt or rapid about it; it was as gentle as the soft lapping of the small ripples on a riverbank. I loved it, and he only sped up at the very end when he reached his climax.

His orgasm, when he struck it, was just as soft and gentle; he just sighed out, "Hahhhhhhhhhh, hah-ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" as his cock again spurted his massive, heavy load into my ass.

I felt that flow, and I again was struck suddenly by my own climax, and I constricted my body and gasped out, "Kuhhhhhh-huh-huuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" just as softly. It was just as wonderful as the earlier joy had been, but I didn't feel the need to yelp like I had before.

His kiss after that felt like a marriage-ceremony kiss.

He was a different man after that. He got dressed and began to work in the Garden along with the other workers, though not in the white robe, and his burly body open to the sun, and getting a bronze shade to it. He also went out and found a job in town, and I would get home and wait eagerly for him to come home because he would always immediately strip naked as soon as he got into the front door.

This is how we went until the end of the school year, and I was happy to get out for summer vacation. So was Evan, who had news for me. "I own a small farm in Ohio, David," he said. "My brother is working it for me, but I need to go back there. It's got a nice house, some cows and chickens and pigs, and plenty of good land. A good life."

"You're leaving me?" I was hurt.

He smiled and touched my cheek with his work-horned hand. "I'm asking you to come with me, David."

I didn't hesitate. "Okay."

I went to find Mom, who had the day off work and was out in the garden working on some beautiful red roses. "Mom?"

"Yes, Featherwind?"

"Evan, I mean, Wildflower is about to leave for Ohio. He wants me to go with him. Can I go?" I asked.

Mom smiled. "This is the Commune, Featherwind. We are each of us free to do as our spirits tell us. Free to be happy and be at peace. Are you happy and at peace? Are you free?"

"Yes, Momma, I am free," I said, my heart burning in me.

"Then go where your spirit tells you to go."

I raced back inside to give Evan the news.

We were both going to be free. Peace and Freedom. And Love.

THE END
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