A flower for your peenie.

Allen gave up hope with catching up to the White Rabbit. For now, he had to figure out where he was. All he saw were huge trees going on and on, leafy canopies allowing only brief, revealing rays of sun to shine through with a blue sky visible through the glowing gaps. The ground was largely packed dirt, but some moss, mushrooms, and a few flowers on grass patches kept it from looking too barren. This was definitely somewhere far from the English countryside and his estate... Being so far from home with not a stitch to his name, Allen felt **** and scared. His hands tightly cupped his now-flaccid little penis protectively, face red at his bare bottom wiggling behind him as he padded barefoot through these unfamiliar woods. He had to find someone to give him clothes and help... Directions, explanations. Anything would do!

But as Allen was lost in his musings and worries, he didn't notice the woods gradually shift in landscape as he progressed. The trees remained, but packed dirt, moss, and mushrooms gave way to grass. The flowers increased in how common they were and the canopy began to thin. It was only when Allen was blinded by sunlight that he finally noticed where he'd walked.

A brightly sunny clearing met the young man's blue eyes when his vision cleared. A field of beautiful, colorful wildflowers stretch before him, surrounded on both sides by the trees of the forest and some taller flowers that also periodically dotted the field. Butterflies and bees flew about, adding to the beauty of nature. Were Allen not such a proper young aristocrat, he would have felt the urge to take advantage of his solitude and nakedness by prancing through the field and rolling about in the soft flowers, enjoying the sunlight on his nude body and the tickle of the petals against his bare skin! But of course, such behavior was so improper! He didn't dare think of doing so, even though he definitely just did! I mean, didn't! Did not!

Comforted by the flowers and sunlight, and also given a feeling of security by the surrounding wall of trees and tall flowers, Allen reluctantly let go of his little package, stepping barefoot into the field and walking at a more leisurely pace, his willy visible, but with nary a soul around to see it. Still, he could swear he heard giggling in the background... Was a town or park nearby? He'd have to find out on the other side of this clearing.

Presently, the height of the wildflowers changed with Allen's progress, and he began to feel petals and leaves tickling at his legs. Some of the taller ones even brushed agianst his thighs. One that brushed up against his taint caused him to giggle and jump in ticklish alarm, but he also noticed that the ministrations were making his cute little penis begin to harden again. Really, how improper for a young lad like him! Erecting at the touch of flowers? How uncouth!

But as Allen kept walking, the more intimate touches of flowers began to increase. Taller flowers had their soft petals and leaves brush against his perky bum, his diminutive little balls, his slowly hardening rod… even his beautiful long hair got caught for a second in a twisted petal. The young man's face flushed as the stimulation began to arouse him… but where was that laughter coming from? And why was he starting to get the feeling that he was being watched? Surely it wasn't these butterflies and bees, was it?