Date: Thu, 6 Jul 2017 00:06:11 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Under the Cherry Tree chapter 16

			   UNDER THE CHERRY TREE
				    By
		  Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  The characters and situations are
purely imaginary.  Any resemblence to any living persion is coincidental.
This story is primarily a romance but does contain some scenes of explicit
sex, primarily homosexual but not exclusively.

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					SIXTEEN

	I went with Reed to some house party in Atlanta, near Piedmont
Park, at the house of some friend of his.  There were probably 30 or 40
people there, the large majority of them male but a few girls whom I judged
to be lesbians, pretty much all in the range of college age or slightly
older.  The fact that everyone was gay was immediately obvious because some
of the guys were pretty flamboyant.  They called each other "girl" and
"girlfriend" and shrieked like they were girls.  I don't have internalized
homophobia, or at least I don't think I do, but I'm not the kind of gay guy
that's attracted to a female with a penis.  I am in touch with my feminine
side, as they say, but I basically think of myself in masculine terms.  I
am attracted by masculine guys.  I know when I am having sex that I feel
very masculine, even when I am bottoming.

	Everyone there seemed to know each other and I didn't know anyone
except Reed.  The crowd seemed to be drawn from a variety of campuses:
Tech, Georgia, SCAD Atlanta, Georgia State, Emory and, of course, the two
of us from Willingham.  What they had in common is that they generally went
to the small coterie of private schools in Atlanta that catered to the
elite: Lovett, Marist, Westminster, Woodward Academy, Galloway, etc. They
were also virtually all white and very homogenous.  Since I am not the most
naturally social person and I really felt out of place, coming from public
school in Miller County, I wasn't having a lot of fun.  There was one guy
that looked mixed race and a really young guy, who looked like a high
school underclassman with red hair, there.  The mixed race guy looked
familiar to me.  He also looked hot.  He was hanging back some and acting
gloriously above it all.  In some people, it would be called arrogance but
he was the type that carried it well and it made him all the more
attractive.

	I went into the kitchen to get another drink.  I was mixing a weak
bourbon and coke when the mixed race guy came in and got a bottle of club
soda and poured it into his glass.

	"I've been trying to place you," he said.  "Do I know you?  And
please don't tell me we just hooked up last week."

	I smiled.  "No, I don't think so.  I think I've seen you before
too, though.  Maybe when I was out with Reed.  You know Reed Whitley,
right?"

	"Oh shit," he shook his head.  "I do know you.  Well, I know Reed
and I know of you.  You're Dylan, right?  I'm Phillip.  Phillip Crowe."

	It was clear then.  "Xander's brother?"

	"Yep.  Small world in a big city, huh?"

	I told him that I had met his mother 10 days before and that she
seemed nice.  His comment back, which I thought cryptic, was that other
people's mothers were always nice.  I had to agree though.  My friends all
adored my mother even when I was angry at her.

	We went out into the small hallway between the kitchen and the main
room of the house where everybody was gathered.  He pointed toward Reed.
"You see the young guy, the redhead, the one your boyfriend is trying to
chat up?  That's another of the Crowe brother's: Ian.  I don't think Reed
going to get much out of it because Ian's straight.  Well, let's say
hetero-flexible.  He might let Reed blow him."

	"He looks like he's in high school" I commented, staring intently
wondering if Reed really was trying to go to bed with him.

	Phillip shrugged.  "He would be, I guess.  A sophomore, I think.
Maybe a freshman.  I got the pleasure of entertaining him while he and my
dad are in town.  And who knows what the fuck dad is up to.  Things tend to
be chaotic."

	I saw the kid walk toward the bathroom in the back with Reed
following him.  It didn't look right to me.  It looked like my 21 year old
boyfriend was going to the back to have sex with a kid who, at most, was 15
opr 16.  "You're not going to stop them?" I asked Phillip in a mild panic.

	He shook his head.  "Why?  He can take care of himself.  He's like
the rest of us: fucked early and fucks often and can take care of himself.
He'll be all right as long as he stays conscious and doesn't do any G with
Reed.  That's when it gets fucked up."

	Despite the fact that his own brother was uninterested in
protecting him, I was furious about it and thought about charging in,
finding them and stopping it.  While I was working up the nerve to go make
a scene, someone else stumbled in to the hallway.  He was a very effeminate
guy who greeted Phillip with pecks on the cheek in the European style.  He
too had noticed Reed sneaking off with Ian and thought it was funny.  He
and Phillip laughed about it for a minute before the guy shuffled off to
the kitchen to make himself another drink.  I didn't understand how they
could be so cavalier about underage sex.  But it was obvious that was the
ethos of this crowd.

	"Let's go outside and get toasted," Phillip offered, motioning
toward the back door of the kitchen.  "It'll be easier for me to get in
your pants if you're stoned.  Xander has good taste in men.  You're cute."

	I stared at him.  "I have a boyfriend."

	"So do I," Phillip shrugged.  "He'll want to join in.  And your
boyfriend is off blowing my brother so I don't think he's going to have the
moral authority to object.  Not that he would even if he weren't."

	"I think all I really want to do is leave," I sighed.

	Phillip smiled and put his hand on my shoulder.  "Okay, but I'll
have to get Carlo.  You'll like him. He's a skinny boy with a big dick if
you don't mind a three way with two brown boys."

	"I meant back to Macon"

	"Then you're on your own.  You might feel differently after you
have some pot.  It is good marijuana by the way.  That's another common
feature of the Crowe brothers: access to very high quality drugs."

	I was disgusted with myself but I went outside with him.  I must
have been thinking with my dick or I just wanted to get high.  He was
good-looking: light, chocolate milk skin, broad shoulders and a narrow
waist.  Like Xander, he was physical perfection. Clearly he was available
despite the boyfriend.  He had many of the same qualities that had
attracted me to his brother: a fuck you attitude and an almost relentless
sexuality.  But he didn't have the restless, almost about to explode
quality that Xander did, which I knew was a result of his mental illness.
On the other hand, Phillip seemed completely amoral.  Xander had morals
even if they were individualized to him only.

	There was a small patio with wrought iron furniture outside.  The
yard was bounded by a privacy fence and was postage stamp small.  I sank
into one of the iron chairs and let my weight leave me.  Phillip fished out
a one hitter and a bag of weed.  I could see the white crystals from where
I sat, recognizing the strain from before.  Reed had told me that their
father grew marijuana and he clearly kept his sons supplied, which I
thought was a strange thing for a father to do.  He lit the one hitter and
sucked in the smoke.

	"You guys don't seem to be very protective of each other,
considering that you're brothers," I observed.  "You let your little
brother go off with Reed so you can hook up with Xander's ex.  It doesn't
seem very brotherly. I met Liam and he was the same way."

	Phillip passed the one hitter, now reloaded, to me.  "Xander would
rather you sleep with me than Reed.  But you're basically right.  Lots of
children by lots of mothers and Xander and me didn't really grow up with
the rest of them.  We have a lot of sibling rivalry, you could say.
Fighting for our dad's attention, I guess.  Which is fucking ridiculous
because you have to be physically present and partying with him for him to
pay any attention to you at all?  It's left us all pretty fucked up."

	"Sorry but I still don't buy it.  It's your little brother.  You
say he's straight but you just let him go with Reed. And Reed is a guy that
you think is a rapist," I shot back.

	Phillip stared at me.  "I don't think he is; I know he is."

	"According to him, Xander was totally willing and only made a story
later on to cover himself with Dex since Reed and Dex were dating.  Sounds
pretty plausible to me."

	Phillip got up from the chair and headed toward the door.  "Then
you're a fucking idiot."

	"Then tell me the other side," I said, grabbing him by the arm.

	"Fine.  In the first place, Reed and Dex had already broken up.  In
the second place, Xander was unconscious.  I'm not saying that we weren't
partying with Reed and his friend.  We were. I wasn't there when he took
the GHB so I'm not going to say.  Reed was fucking him bareback and the
friend was getting ready too.  He didn't agree to that for damn sure.
Think about all the sex that he's had in his life, and it's a shitload, and
he decides to lie about that one time and say its rape when it wasn't?  You
got pissed because he was doing porn, right?  Did he lie to you about it?
Claim that he was forced into or make up some bullshit story?"

	"No," I admitted.  "He said he was sorry he got caught, not sorry
he did it."  I reflected on the story and thought Phillip's version also
had a ring of truth about it.  But usually the truth is in the middle.  I
don't know much at all about GHB except that it is supposedly very easy to
overdose on.  I suspected, knowing Xander, was that he was a very willing
partaker of the drug and it was too much.  He was probably there explicitly
to have sex but became unconscious.  That's not to excuse Reed's behavior,
particularly since I was pretty pissed with him anyway, but there were a
few mitigating factors.  I think Xander was being honest when he said it
was rape and Reed was too when he said it wasn't.

	"You might have to face the fact that you left one guy who didn't
measure up to your moral standards and went to a guy who is even worse,"
Phillip said as he leaned against the house, his tone cutting.

	"So that's how you try to get into someone's pants?"

	"I thought it might be fun, but it's not."

	"Sorry," I shot back, sarcastically.

	Red headed Ian came through the door.  He had the rangy, lean look
of someone who growth spurt took them to adult height but had yet to add on
the bulk.  "Hey, I thought you were out here," he said to Phillip.

	"We were just discussing your blowjob," Phillip said.

	Ian pulled a joint out of his pocket.  "Gotta light?" he asked.
"Dude, I thought gay guys were supposed to give the best head.  That was
not very good head.  I know girls that do better than that and they don't
even like doing it."

	I shifted uncomfortably.  "Ian, this is Dylan.  He's the boyfriend
of the guy that blew you.  And Xander's ex, by the way."

	"You pitched over Xander for that guy?" Ian asked as he blew out a
lung full.  He handed the joint to me.  "You're fucking nuts."

	I declined the joint.  I wanted my head clear, or as clear possible
considering two drinks and one hit of pot all ready, for a confrontation.
"If you don't mind my asking, exactly how old are you?"

	"Old enough to want my dick sucked, fucker.  What the fuck do you
care?"

	"15?" I persisted.

	"Okay, sure.  You didn't get horny when you were 15?"

	"Yeah, I did," I admitted.  "And if a guy wanted to blow me, I
would have let him.  It's the guy that blew you that I'm pissed at."

	"That's your relationship problem," Ian said, handing the joint to
his brother.

	That much was true.  I excused myself and went inside.  There were
some guys kissing each other on the sofa and in a corner.  I suspected that
before long, there were going to be 3 ways and 4 ways going on or, perhaps,
a full scale orgy.  Reed knew it when he brought me.  We had only been
together six weeks and he had decided to spice things up by finding a third
party.  In his twisted imagination, I am sure that he thought that one of
Xander's brothers would fit the bill nicely.  I walked through the crowd
looking for him.  I found him in the back of the house, talking a twink boy
in make-up.

	"I want to talk to you," I announced.

	"Where have you been?" he asked nonchalantly, leaning against the
hallway wall.

	"Where have you been?"

	Reed shrugged.  "Hanging out"

	"Having oral sex with a 15 year old?"

	Suddenly angry, he pulled me into the bedroom, which was empty, and
shut the door.  "What the fuck?"

	"He's 15, Reed."

	"So what?  It's not like he's a virgin.  He's had twice the amount
of sex that you have.  If you want to defend the virtue of one of the Crowe
brother's, you sure as shit ought not to wait until they're 15.  They lose
their cherry by the time they've hit middle school.  And he can probably
party you under the table too, hot shot."

	"I don't doubt that for a minute," I said, getting right up close
to him.  I'm sure that my neck veins were bulging.  "But he's 15 and you're
21.  That's statutory rape."

	I could see the fury on his face.  "Are you calling me a rapist?"
he hissed.

	"You're over 18 and he's under.  That's the law."

	"So you're a fucking lawyer now?  Trust me, he's not going to the
cops and neither is his brother.  Because they sure as shit don't want the
cops poking around in their business.  Their drug business.  I promise you
that you care about it more than he does."

	What made me even more angry was that he was right about that.  Ian
was unconcerned.  His only complaint was that Reed wasn't as good as he was
used to.  No matter what I said, there was no possibility that any charges
would be filed as Reed knew.  Xander hadn't gone to the police obviously
either.  It wouldn't take a policeman very long to start asking questions
that they wouldn't want to answer.  But when Reed told me that I needed to
loosen up and have some fun. He suggested that there were plenty of guys I
could fool around with if I wanted to.

	"Fine, you fuck whoever you want and I'll do the same."

	My bravado didn't last long.  I was in Atlanta and had to get back
to Macon.  We had come together so, in all likelihood, we were going to end
up having make-up sex.  Then I remembered Phillip.  I went back through the
crowd and to the kitchen.  Phillip was there getting another club soda.

	"Do any of you ever drink alcohol?" I asked in exasperation.

	"No, not really. I know a guy that makes some mean moonshine and
homemade wine but other than that it's really a pretty uninteresting drug
when you think about it.  I prefer more mind expanding chemicals
personally.  How did your little tete-a-tete with Reed go?"

	"Let me ask you question, have you ever done it with Reed?"

	Phillip laughed.  "No. He wishes."

	"Let's just say, hypothetically, that I was to do it with you, what
would Xander think if he found out?"

	"Would he feel betrayed?" Phillip asked, setting his glass down.
"Doing it with Reed was the betrayal there, Sparky.  If, hypothetically, we
were to hook up for a one night stand, he would completely understand
that."

	I considered the answer.  "Okay, again hypothetically, if we did
hook up tonight, someplace other than here, could you drive me back to
Macon tomorrow?"

	"Hypothetically I could do that," he said, draining the soda.  "But
Carlo has to agree to do it with you too.  Because contrary to what some
people think, we are not soulless fucking machines.  I like to play but we
play together."

	"Then, non-hypothetically, let's go find Carlo and get going.  What
are you going to do with Ian?"

	"Nothing.  I just live next door.  He can come back when he's
ready. He might get lucky."

	Carlo could have been my Latin doppelganger.  He looked barely old
enough to shave, younger than 18, and had a large mop of wavy black hair
and big brown eyes.  His skin was almond.  Of course, he was even skinnier
than I was but freakishly cute.  I guessed that English wasn't his first
language because he had a pronounced accent and seemed to stumble over
words.  Phillip quickly filled him in and Carlo seemed willing enough.

	The house they lived in was old but elegantly appointed.  It seemed
that Phillip had taste.  He also had a massive DVD collection and a large
flat screen TV.  When he told me that he was a film student I could
understand the huge collection of movies, a lot of them classics.  He also
had porno videos.  We didn't actually need those though.  It was in bedroom
that I saw Carlo's main appeal: soft, his dick was large.  Hard, it was a
truly awesome thing.

	I was sitting on the bed with both of them standing in front of me,
hard, as I sucked them off, alternating between them.  They laughed and
made crude remarks, Phillip mostly, but two uncut penises were staring me
in the face.  I was truly aroused by them.  Phillip drove the scene.  He
was the director.  He told me who to suck and when.  I was happy to follow
directions at that point. As with Xander, I nibbled on the foreskin, ran my
mouth between it and the head and tried to be playful with them both.
Phillip alllowed that at first, even enjoyed it.  But he wanted more. I
could take him, no problem. All the way down and to the root, my face
planted in his shaved pubes.  Sliding back and forth on his stiff dick.
Carlo was a different story.  He made me gag.  I couldn't take him all the
way down.  He was too big.  At that point, I didn't whether I would
ultimately be able to take him in my butt or not.  I'd try but that boy was
huge.  For the moment, I licked and sucked and tugged on balls and really
just tried to pleasure them as well as I could.  Phillip face fucked me but
fortunately Carlo didn't. I couldn't take it.  But Phillip was insistent.
Then, he pushed me back onto the bed and both of them climbed on and took
turns on my dick.  Both were skillful but Phillip, much like his brother,
was an oral artist.  It felt great having two guys worship me.  Three or
four times I came close to orgasm but they backed off, keeping me on the
edge.  Maximized pleasure.

	The fucking was simple.  First Phillip did me and then Carlo.  That
part was also delicious and Phillip knew what he was doing.  That now
familiar feeling of fullness, of electricity humming in prostate as a hard
dick moved back and forth inside me.  He was good and it felt great.  But
having Carlo's fat, long prick in me was beyond great.  It may have been
the best I ever felt during sex.  Of course, up until now, my experience
had consisted of only two guys.  I had doubled that in one night. It hurt
at first, to be sure.  But then it felt great. He was into it too.  He
wanted to fuck me and while he started slow he didn't stay slow.  He amped
it up and it felt even better.  Phillip kissed me and rubbed on my body as
his lover sodomized me, my knees on his shoulder and my feet hanging down
his back.  Then it was faster and harder.  Eventually I just lost it. I
came in a river, spurt after spurt, no hands -- an orgasm just from being
fucked.  It was amazing.

	Sunday morning broke and Phillip was true to his word, driving me
back to Macon, which is about an hour and half trip.  Going down went
faster than that because the Sunday morning traffic was light and Phillip
sped outrageously.  It was on that trip down that I filled in most of the
details of the Crowe family life.  The father had a restless and voracious
sexual appetite for girls mostly but boys too.  His sons seemed to have
inherited that same predatory sense.  But it was a sprawling dysfunctional
clan and deeply countercultural.  There was a strong current of anarchism,
extreme environmentalism and, of course, psychedelic drugs.  His family was
the polar opposite of mine, which is conventional, Christian and
conservative.  Phillip described his family in sarcastic tones but I think
I understood his brother better.  He made better sense to me.