With Friends Like These

Chapter 4
FOUR

Emily didn’t live in the city or suburbs. She lived out beyond the fringes, on a lifestyle block in the country. It was a very private area, no nearby neighbours, perfect for a special playgroup.

Ben drove the car up the long, private dirt driveway, finally rounding a bend and finding several cars and vans already parked there. He pulled up as close as he could then got out and started to unload the car. Ben had just opened Greg’s door and leant in to undo his belt when he heard soft footsteps behind him. He turned around to find a man standing there in the dirt driveway, looking right at him.

The man was Maori or Polynesian of some sort. He was quite tall, probably a couple inches above Greg in fact. He was muscular too, probably a rugby player. His head was shaved, intensifying that masculine, sporty look. There was an intricate tattoo on his right arm and a couple small ones on his chest. Ben could see them all because the man was completely buck naked. He’d been rendered completely hairless and his bald cock was just swinging there between his legs, flaccid and in full view.

The man was gaping at him with a slack-jawed, thoughtless expression. One hand toyed with his penis, but not in any way trying to cover it up, just flicking at it sort of, pulling at it in a completely non-sexual way. Ben couldn’t help but smiling. It was obvious this man had been to see the dentist. Ben looked at the ground, at the man’s bare feet, toes scrunching in the soft, warm earth. He’d wiggled those toes too, wiggled them until all his intellectual faculties were wiped away. Just knowing that made Ben so horny.

He stepped closer to the man, giving him a comforting smile. “Well hi there buddy, I’m Ben. What’s your name?” he asked.

The man was still gaping at him, his eyes so devoid of intelligence. Then he said, “Mah-key,” in a simple childish tone.

“Marky,” Ben repeated.

The man nodded firmly.

Ben stepped closer, softly putting his hand on the man’s muscular upper arm. His skin was very warm. He’d been outside, naked in this sun, for some time. “Did your Mummy bring you here to play?” Ben asked.

Marky nodded again. “Me pway.”

Ben rubbed his arm. “Yes, you’re having lots of fun aren’t you?”

The Maori man began to smile now. It was a big dumb grin he got, matching his vacant eyes. “Are you a silly little jaybird?” Ben cooed to him. “Are you a nakey little boy?”

The man giggled and nodded. “No cwodes,” he chirped.

“Nope, you don’t have any clothes on at all. But that’s okay isn’t it? That’s okay for little boys,” Ben cooed and watched the man nod quickly. Yes, he was perfectly happy being naked in front of him.

Ben opened his arms wide and the man immediately moved in for a cuddle. There was no hesitation about stranger danger, or worries about getting a naked hug from a man. He saw the gesture inviting a cuddle and instantly went in for one. Ben felt the man close his arms around his and he cuddled the bare body tight, rubbing circles on the warm skin of his lower back, even letting the hand drift down until it was cupping his bare bottom and patting it.

Finally he let Mark go and said, “Let’s get Greg out to play.”

He went back to the car and undid the seatbelt, helping Greg out, watching his buddy’s feet settle in the warm dirt of the driveway. Greg smiled right away so it was obviously just delightful on his bare soles. Turning around he found that Marky had dropped to his bottom in the dirt, his legs splayed out in front of him while he sucked on his thumb and gazed up at them.

Ben knelt before the Maori man and took the opportunity to examine the soles of his feet. They had a nice coating of dirt on them, so he gently took one foot in his hands to examine close up. Marky blinked in curiosity but didn’t pull back. Greg dropped to a squat beside them, nibbling the tips of his fingers again and watching. Ben felt the sole and found sure enough it was nothing like Greg’s. It was thick and hard all over. Marky had been little much longer than Greg and it was clear his Mummy shared Hannah’s view on bare feet.

“Him nakey,” Greg then pointed out.

Ben nodded. “Yep, he sure is buddy.”

“Jaybiwd,” Marky added, playing with his penis again.

Ben chuckled and stood back up. “Let’s all go in and say hello,” he directed, taking Greg’s hand and standing him up too. Marky quickly followed suit, toddling after them with a noticeably widened gait.

As they left the driveway and turned onto the one paved area, a footpath leading to the front door, Ben saw that he’d been wrong to assume Marky had escaped from the backyard and was all by himself. There were two figures creeping around on the paved footpath, a young woman and a man. They had big chalks and were scribbling messy designs which only they would be able to decipher. Both of them were just as naked as Marky, down on their hands and knees, absorbed in their silly little game.

The woman looked to be university aged. She was thin and had beautiful lightly tanned skin without any hint of tan-lines. Her blonde hair was done up in the most childish, the most infantile pig-tails possible. The soles of her feet were visible and were just as dirty and tough looking as Marky’s. She gripped a pink chalk awkwardly in her left fist and scribbled it wildly back and forth on the pavement with no obvious intent.

A couple feet beyond her was an older white man, probably well into his thirties. His head was pretty much shaved but the hair buds revealed he was balding badly. He had skinny arms and legs without much muscle and a bit of fat around his tummy. Like Marky and Greg he’d been rendered hairless and his smooth penis was swinging just above the ground as he scribbled a red chalk about.

As they approached the girl noticed them and stopped her scribbling, twisting around to reveal her perky breasts and a hairless snatch. She had the most adorable, innocent look on her face. Naturally she did nothing to hide her assets, simply beginning to chew on the end of her chalk while blinking up at them. Ben knelt down and gave her bare tummy a little tickle.

“Hi there cutie pie. Aren’t you a pretty girl,” he sweet-talked her.

The pretty young woman absolutely lit up with glee at his tickle and compliments. “I pweety pwinceff!” she announced.

“I can see that. You’re a lovely nakey princess,” Ben agreed.

She nodded and then demanded. “Who you?”

“My name is Ben, and this is my little boy Greg,” he answered, pulling Greg closer.

The girl frowned at Greg and said, “Boys icky!”

Ben expected as much from the silly girl. Obviously she didn’t see him as a boy though. “You don’t like boys?” he asked.

She shook her head. “Methy.”

“Yes, boys are messy. But you like me?”

She nodded. “Notta boy. You a daddy.”

“That’s right sweetie. Aren’t you a clever girl.”

The university aged beauty beamed and nodded. “Cwevah giwl!”

“What’s your name princess?” he asked.

“Sawah,” she answered eagerly.

“Well Sarah, how did you know Greg here isn’t a Daddy?” he asked, curious at how instantly she’d made that distinction before Greg had said a word.

“Him holdin’ daddy’s hand ‘nd he don’ got shoes,” she explained, as though it should be totally obvious.

“Oh that’s right, grown-ups wear shoes but little boys don’t,” Ben agreed.

She nodded, delighted with his praise. “Uh-huh, boys dun need ‘em.”

“What about little girls? Do they need shoes?”

She shook her head and grabbed one of her feet, holding it up to show him. “No!” she yelled. “Giwls dun need ‘em. Onwy Mummy’s.”

Ben was nodding when he was distracted by Greg yanking his hand.

“What is it buddy?” he asked the man who had been quietly sucking his thumb up till then.

“Dem’s awll nakey Daddy,” he pointed out.

“Yes buddy, I see that.”

“Him a boy, gotta pee-pee,” he followed up, pointing to the older man who was now sitting on his bare bum, scribbling between his legs with the chalk.

“Yes dear, that’s right, boy’s do have pee-pees.”

Greg grinned. “Giwls dun’ got pee-pees. She giwl!” he declared, pointing to Sarah.

The young woman blew a raspberry at him in response and quickly copied her, sending spit everywhere.

“Okay, okay Greg, enough of that,” Ben warned. “Don’t be a rude boy.”

Greg pouted and looked at the ground.

Ben looked back over at the one man he hadn’t met yet. The older fellow had taken to drawing on the soles of his feet with the chalk and then licking it off. Ben found it so amazing to see all these people who’d sat in that dental chair and let this happen to them. He wondered what they were like before. How complex had their lives been? Had they been uptight like Greg?

He moved over to this older man, watching close up as he licked red chalk of the arch of his right foot. The man noticed Ben and let the foot go, letting both his feet rest with the soles pressed together. Greg sat down at the man’s feet himself, watching his Daddy’s interactions with interest. Marky in the meantime had taken up a spare chalk and was back on his bottom, scribbling away next to Sarah, who was drawing on her arms now.

Ben rested a hand on the man’s smooth thigh. “Hi there, what’s your name buddy?” he asked.

The man gaped at him with that slack expression that showed how complete the process was for all of them. “Dabey,” he answered.

“Can you tell me how old you are Davey?” he asked.

Davey shook his head. “I fowgetted.”

“You forgot?” he asked, a bit surprised.

“Wots a fowgets,” Davey followed up.

“Since when?” he asked.

“Da dentift,” the man chirped, beginning to toy with his penis.

Ben’s eyes widened. “You know what happened at the dentist?” he asked.

Davey nodded, still slack-jawed, eyes still vacant and lacking any flicker of intellect. “Mummy made fowgets. Dabey awll widdle.”

This man knew, he understood what happened to him on some level. And yet here he was, naked in the dirt, sucking on his toes just a minute ago, playing the simplest of games for little toddlers. And he didn’t seem upset, he wasn’t acting shy about his nudity, like he had any awareness of what he’d lost.

Instead the man suddenly smiled and giggled. Ben was confused but then he saw that Greg had taken one of his chalk-covered feet and was licking the chalk from his dirty soles, making the man giggle joyously.

“Greg buddy don’t do that,” Ben said to him. “His feet are very dirty.”

Greg frowned, but did as he was told. Then he began to pluck at his shorts. “Dems nakey daddy. I be nakey too!” he urged.

Ben smiled again. He loved it when Greg ran around in his birthday suit and the man loved being a jaybird for his daddy so it was pretty common at home. But getting to join these others in nudity was a new level of fun for him. Ben nodded but said, “I promise you can be a jaybird soon buddy, but we need to go inside first.”

Greg frowned. “But dems awll nakey.”

“I know and their clothes must be inside, so we need to put yours inside too.”

Davey giggled again, watching Greg pulling at his shorts. “Hims done dentift,” he announced. “Him widdle.”

Ben looked back at the naked man. “Yes that’s right Davey. He’s like you are, all little up here,” he said, tapping the man’s forehead.

Davey nodded, still grinning stupidly. “Widdle’s fun!” he announced. “Him wicked footsies ‘nd it tickwes.”

Ben nodded, leaving Davey to return to licking his own feet and taking Greg by the hand to get him inside before he stripped right there on the front lawn.

 

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