Date: Fri, 22 Dec 2017 13:23:32 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: A Home in the Woods chapter 11

				 A HOME IN THE WOODS
                                          By
	                 Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin


DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction.  Any similarities between any persons,
living or dead, is coincidental.  It involves bisexuality on the part of
teenagers, including intergenerational sex, as well as drug use.  If this
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					ELEVEN


	It was a community event.  Danny selected a spot for the cabin, on
the path next to the railroad track between the farmhouse and the garden in
the bit of woods that separate the two.  A live oak was brought down and
roughly shaped with chain saws before being drug by the tractor down the
road to another member of the community with some sawmill equipment. The
boards that came from it got hauled back on a trailer pulled by a tractor.
A dozen pine trees were treated the same way.  They took the tractor down
to the stream bed and collected rocks for a fire place, which Liam and Ian
helped out with along with some of the older boys in the community.  They
joked that they were building the party shack. The cabin itself went up in
two days, the boys and young men doing the work and the older men doing the
supervising.

	Nate borrowed some tools and used the leftover wood -- and there
was plenty -- to make him some furniture: a table, some chairs, a chest and
the frame for a bed.  There were some hand me down clothes and some dishes
and pots and pans from various sources.  The whole community chipped in,
each giving a little and before long he was set up.  A nice cozy little
place.

	Nate had to work to contribute to contribute to the community and
his job was in the garden and the greenhouse, especially now that it was
winter.  It mostly was just physical labor and he did what he was
told. deciding little on his own, more or less like he had at home.  But it
didn't matter. Nate enjoyed making things grow and he didn't mind doing set
tasks. It freed his mind to just turn everything off and do some rote
thing.  The truth was that there wasn't a lot of work to do, not just then
anyway.  Planting time would be different.  He did know that Danny made the
money -- most of it anyway -- for the community and that money came from
marijuana.  But he was kept away from that, at least for now.  And true to
his promise to Mama Ruth, he went to school.  There were about 30 or 35
kids all told in what was an old church house, sort of a one room school
house.  It turned out that the community had some pretty smart people in
it, refugees from other careers who had fallen off the grid, and the
instruction was high quality and far more interesting than school was as
usual.  But kids and teenagers resent being still and focused and want only
to be among their kind and dealing with their own drama.

	Nate's drama was Ian.  Alternately, Ian was friendly and not, happy
and then morose, but basically just adrift.  Nate's attraction to him,
physically at least, was real and he knew Ian was smart and trying to
figure out the mysteries of where they were too.

	"He wants you" Leo, the tall and ridiculously cut and defined guy
his age, said.

	"That's what Karl said" Nate admitted.

	Leo laughed.  "Maybe I'll come around and fuck you"

	"Are you gay?"

	"I'm a predator. I fuck my prey"

	But the nub of the problem was that Ian had a girlfriend.  That was
the objection when Ian came around in the night. It was before Christmas,
or as Mama Ruth had it as Yule, and three days of rain had led to below
freezing temperatures.  When he showed up, Nate was reluctant to let him
in.

	"It's cold.  At least let me warm up" Ian insisted.

	Nate opened the door and let him and the icy wind came to.  Only
after shutting it did the small fire in the fireplace restore the heat.

	"Yuo saw them too.  Adonis and Molchos and Dido.  Adonis spoke with
you"

	"We had sex" Nate said, still not sure it wasn't a hallucination.

	"Yeah, I did with him and with Dido.  I guess you being gay ..."

	"And nobody else believes you?"

	Ian shrugged.  "They don't disbelieve me but ... it doesn't matter
to them. They think it was my vision.  They think it was peculiar to me"

	"Why me though?"

	"Don't you know?"

	"Not really" Nate said "None of that seems real to me now"

	"It's too cold to go back.  Can I stay here?"

	Nate hesitated.  "Yeah"

	Ian moved to kiss him.  Nate stepped back.  "What?"  Ian asked

	"You have a girlfriend"

	"I'm bi"

	"No, I get that. I guess.  I don't want to be the one you cheat
with."

	"Eva knows that sometimes I hook up with guys, like with Leo."

	"I'm not like Leo" Nate said.

	"No," Ian said. "Tomorrow, you can tell her what happened.  I'll
tell her.  We'll both come here and hang out, get high. Tomorrow. But it's
cold out there and it's warm in here and you haven't had sex since you got
here and why not?"

	It was a question. Why not?  He had lusted after Mattie in such an
outsized way and the boy was fully willing to have sex (and would now if
Nate went back out to him) but never would return his feelings beyond sex.
He had known that for a while and continued to have sex with him, and with
Grandpa and with Liam, simply because he enjoyed sex. Ian clearly has a
hunger and maybe more than just a physical hunger and now he's drawing a
line. In a way it was silly.

	"Tomorrow" Nate said, stepping forward and pushing himself against
Ian's body, "You and Eva come here and we hang out. Everybody's honest with
everybody."

	Ian kissed him.  Hard.  Tongues together.  They were fully dressed
and the wind blew outside but the cabin was snug even if it was very
small. They pressed against one another, the bodies of teen boys lean and
hard. Nate liked that there was a little bit of scruff on Ian's chin that
brushed against his face as they kissed. A little bit of facial hair made
it seem more like men kissing.

	Under the covers together, two male bodies pressed together even as
they kissed and touched.  Neither said much as they made out.  They didn't
really need to.  They were hard and their erections were pressed up against
each other.  It was the maleness that mattered to Nate, the hardness of the
body. Ian was lean and rangy, the beginnings of pectorals and a definite
six pack.  As Nate ran his hand along his torso. his own dick quivered just
a bit.  It was exciting.  They kissed and tongues met and Nate was hungry
for more.  Whatever objection he had before had melted in Ian's arms.

	"I want this" Nate said, holding onto Ian's dick.

	Ian smiled.  He seemed happier than Nate ever really remembered him
being. "Good"

	The pubes were really carrot colored, and he was pale white down
there.  His dick, uncut with the head sticking out from the foreskin part
ways, seemed almost splotchy purple but it was hard and thick enough and
long enough and Nate licked along the underside of it.  He liked the
dick. Mattie and Liam were both perfect in their own way but Ian was a bit
self conscious of being the fair skinned red head and it made him even more
sexy Nate thought.  Plus, Ian loved his own dick as much Nate loved his.

	He swallowed him.  Took him down deep.  All the way.  Ian purred,
almost like a cat, as he got serviced.  The heat in the room, from the fire
and from the lust, was keeping them warm.  Nate took his full balls in his
mouth and gently sucked on them.  He toyed with the foreskin.

	"Let's 69" Ian said.

	They went head to toe, side by side.  Nate could feel him go inside
Ian's mouth.  It felt good.  Warm and wet and like a blow job should.  He
was less experienced with a cock than Nate was it seemed, which did
surprise him, and a cut one more so.  Nate knew fairly quickly that this
was foreplay and not the main event, even though he would have been happy
had it been.  They were going to fuck.  He was pretty sure Ian would do the
fucking and he was okay with that.  He wanted Ian inside him.

	What he had was Vaseline. It was cold as it got smeared around. But
the dick was hard and hot.  He was on his back, missionary.

	"AAAAHHH" Nate groaned as Ian slid it inside his anus.  "Ohhh,
yeah"

	"Good?"  Ian asked

	"Yeah. Fuck me. No, slow.  I want you inside me as long as you can"

	Ian moved back and forth slow.  Nate could see his eyes.  Green and
clear, freckles on his face.  He didn't see meanness in them.  He sighed,
put his head back and enjoyed the sensation of fullness as Ian moved. Slow
and then less slow.  More and more, he liked the sensation of that, the
fullness of it.  Nate reached down to stroke himself, suprised that he was
fully erect because usually he wasn't.  Ian saw it and took the penis in
his hand. It was rough because Ian was used to his own uncut dicks (and
possibly other boys here, all of whom were uncut) and he had no lube but it
still felt good to Nate. He could just relax and enjoy every sensation of
it.

	"It feels so good" Ian said.

	"Yeah"

	The horniness kicked in.  Both boys were warm now.  Ian moved in
and out more forcefully. It was less and less making love and more and more
fucking and Nate didn't mind.  It was right. He wanted it that way, faster
and harder.  He liked the big hand of Ian, rough with callouses from
outside work, stroking him.  He liked the sight of Ian's muscles straining
in his pale skin as he moved, his cock sliding in and out.  Ian let go of
Nate's cock and Nate took it up but his legs were forced apart and bent
toward him as Ian shifted his weight to get the right angle.

	Ian fucked the shit out of him. Nate grunted.  It was the best he
could do.  The sensation from his ass overwhelmed him.  Ian grunted and
Nate moaned.

	"Oh, yeah, that's it.  Keep going"

	"Fuck. fuck,fuck" Ian said in staccatp grunts

	Nate almost whimpered it felt so good.  He couldn't help it.  He
was stroking himself and he knew how his own dick responded but Ian
pounding his ass made it even more hair trigger.  He had to back off: he
would blow.  Ian wasn't nearly done even though his face was screwed up and
he was concentrating on the power of dick, awash in lust and pleasure. He
pounded away.  Nate couldn't stand it, not anymore. He tried to back off
but his hand found it's way back to his dick.  He stroked it and it was too
late.

	"OH yeah, oh yeah, don't stop" Nate cried out, as if in pain.  His
dick exploded, sending a geyser of jizz shooting out, covering his chest
and belly in a white line, followed by spurts and then dribbling.  A wave
passed over him

	Ian grunted and pulled out. He flailed at his rod, his face
contorted and then he too shot, adding another coat to Nate's torso.

	Nate laughed.  "I'm covered in sauce"

	"Yeah" Ian said with a broad smile.

	They settled in, under the covers, the cold night outside forcing
them into the warmth together now that the fire of sex was extinguished.
Nate cuddled up next to him. He liked that.  He liked sex, of course.  He
really did.  He liked that he could be dominant and forceful or he could be
passive, and it could be either whether fucking or getting fucked.  But
just the cuddling, the being close, the falling asleep in the arms of
someone strong, More and more, he just liked being gay. It fit him.  It was
natural for him.  If someone else disapproved, even now his parents, then
that was their problem and not his.

	Nate woke in the night and leaned up over Ian to see in the room.
The fire had ebbed back, now just glowing coals.  Then he was startled.  A
boy was in the room, sitting cross legged Indian style.  Nate nearly jumped
out of the bed, suprised by it. His heart was pounding.  Then settled down,
trying to decide if it was a hallucination, like a flashback.  But the boy
was there, he thought.  He recognized him.  He was young, really just a
boy, slight.  naked, golden haired and the light from the fire seemed as if
it were a halo around him.

	'Hello" Nate said.

	Adonis looked up and smiled.  "You found each other" It was a boy's
high pitched voice.

	"Yeah, it really wasn't that hard"

	"No. It wasn't intended to be"

	"Do you want to talk to Ian too?"

	"No" Adonis said. "Just you"

	Nate leaned up on his elbows.  "I'm naked too.  And sticky.  That
doesn't matter, does it?"

	"Of course not.  You should live all of life there is to live and
enjoy the pleasures of it, and the pain and just be alive.  That means love
and sex and passion and lust.  All of it is good. You honor life best when
you are satisfied and happy."

	"I think I know why you came to me.  To forgive my parents.  It
wasn't their fault, well it was but they were lied to and deceived. Molchos
convinced them, well God ..."

	"Molchos by whatever name: Elohim, Yahweh, Allah, Ahuru Mazda"
Adonis said.

	"Molchos convinced them that he was good and right.  Their parents
lied to them and their parents and they all accepted it and then I came
along and didn't fit into their way.  I exposed that Molchos really is
about hate and fear and rejection, no matter how you try to hide it or
explain it away. They were lied to. They were trying to do what the liar
told them was right.They are not bad; they've been lied to so it's all
about fear and ignorance"

	"And?"

	Nate shrugged. "I'm happy here.  I'm not going back.  I can forgive
them but they have to live with it and nothing I would say would ever
convince them that their beliefs are the true evil."

	Adonis was silent.

	"But, what is Ian?" Nate continued.  "You said he was broken"

	"He is" Adonis said. "Do you know how awful it is to think yourself
to be nothing special?  A throw away person, the middle of the pack and
unimportant?  Having no special skills and no reason for anyone to care?"

	Nate looked at Ian sleeping placidly, his bare chest rising and
just the faintest hint of a snore. "But he's beautiful and he's smart"

	"Too smart to not question everything and be frustrated by the
answers.  Not everyone thinks red heads are beautiful.  NOt everyone
appreciates intelligence"

	"I do"

	"He has the power to destroy the spell that this community is
under, the power that exists that makes this what it is.  He will regret it
after it is done but when it is done, it won't be able to be put back once
it is done. You have the power to make it right before that ever happens"

	"How?"  Nate asked.

	"You are a pure soul.  Go to sleep"