Date: Mon, 15 Jan 2018 01:01:24 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: A Home in the Woods chapter 15

			    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
offends you, please reconsider your browsing choices.  If it appeal to you,
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					FIFTEEN


	Nate stirred in the bed, trying to find Rafa to cuddle some and
then remembered he had to go to work earlier.  Too bad, he thought, a
quickie would be nice.  He looked over at the clock and saw that it was
12:30 and decided he might as well get up. He could cycle over and go to
the gym over on Caroline before heading to work.  The bike ride from Stock
Island to Old Town was about 4 miles and he could shower at work: the dorm
shower just off from the indoor jacuzzi.  None of the guests would
complain.  It was all male and clothing optional.  Nate wasn't even 6
months past his 21st birthday -- and that had been a party as he had had
sex with Rafa the first time that night -- and was fit.  Nobody would
complain.  He had been hired for his looks and body anyway, he knew, and
had to learn how to bartend.  Now he thought he was pretty good at it.

	The 3-11 shift included Happy Hour from 5:30-7.  Today was
Wednesday and so it was the Humpday party and the locals were there too,
hanging around the pool.  HIs ex, Peter, was one of the hosts, going around
naked and offering samples of whatever the sponsor was selling, this time a
peach vodka, and letting the older men of the resort stare at him and
flirt.  He was good at flirting.  He was less good at not taking up the
offers.  Nate hadn't minded when they played together but Peter knew few
limits.

	Nate was serving them up, daiquiri's and pina coladas and rum
runners, flirting a bit with the guys, letting them see him in his shorts
and cutaway shirt, but still putting out the drinks.  Jt was busy and fun
and he could work steady and fast and still enjoy the interaction with the
older guys -- and they were more often middle aged than not due to cost of
the resort.  There was one guy that Nate didn't pay attention to much when
he ordered, except that it was Maker's.  But he sat off at a table by
himself, looking at the bar.  Nate had to break away from what he was doing
to go over there to find out if he wanted to order food, which he didn't.
Although that was annoying, Nate betrayed nothing, simply telling him to
let him know if he did.  He wore cargo shorts and a Tshirt, when most of
the men were wrapped in towels, nude underneath or completely nude.

	As things wound down, the guy was still there in the bar area but
didn't seem that engaged with the final bit, the giving out of the door
prizes, which were bottles of booze, and the hosts would make the winners
show off the goods, naked, when they won.  The guy didn't even seem that
interested to Nate.  Afterwards, the whole pool area thinned out and he
moved over to the bar to get a drink, this one not free. He charged it to
215, a mid priced room but the cheapest one with a private bath and shower.

	There were a couple of couples in the cafe but no one else at the
bar and they chit chatted for a few minutes.

	"You have nice accent. A twang.  Where are you from?"  the guy said

	"A little town in Georgia.  You haven't heard of it"

	"Try me"

	"Unadilla"

	"Oh yeah," the guy said.  "It's nice.  On 75. Don't want to speed"

	"No" Nate chuckled. It was a speed trap. It was plausible enough
that he might know where it was if he traveled I-75 enough but it is truly
a non-descript town in a forgettable county (other than traffic
enforcement) and in his experience people seldom had a clue about his
hometown.

	"You ever get back there?"

	'Not really"

	"Family still there?" the guy asked.

	"I guess" Nate answered.  "We don't really talk"

	"That's too bad. Family is important"

	Nate didn't answer.  At certain point, he didn't want to give up
too much information, too much of himself.  He wiped down the bar and found
reason to go make sure everyone dining had what they needed.  But he did
have to go back eventually to the bar.  The guy was still there, nursing a
drink.

	"How long you been in Key West?" the guy asked

	"About 2 years"

	"Where did you live before you came here?"

	"Someplace else" Nate answered.  "Can I ask you a question?  Are
you gay?"

	The guy looked surprised, gave a half snort, and a half smile. "Why
do you ask?"

	"Because usually guys are trying to flirt with em or pick me up or
looking at my ass or whatever.  Not you.  There were some cute boys, Petey
is cute as hell, but you weren't interested. Not even looking at the other
guys and there are some hot daddies here.  So what's your deal?"

	The guy drained his drink and reached in his pocket and slid an
envelope across the bar at him.  "Your parents wanted to know where you
were.  So I was able to tell them.  Your mother wanted me to give you this
letter.  I'm in 215 but I'm leaving tomorrow if you want me to take a
message back.  This place isn't as much fun if you are straight."

	Nate stared at the envelope.  It sat there on the bar.  He didn't
touch it. Not for a long time.  He tried to just do his job and ignore it
but it seemed like he was in a fog. He couldn't concentrate on what he was
doing for that goddamn letter.  Finally, he went and opened it.

	"Dear Nate" it read "there is so much I want to say to you. How
sorry we are for how things turned out, for what happened.  How much we
miss you.  How hard it has been not knowing if you were alive or dead, if
you were safe or not, if you enough to eat and a place to live.  How much
we love you.  Nothing would make me or your father happier than to see you
and hug you and help you however we can in life. Love mom"

	He had to dab away a tear.  Part of him wanted to run right then to
the guy's room and start to tell him what to say or to write a letter. Not
to call.  He didn't think he could have the strength to say what needed to
be said in a phone call.  So, for the remainder of the shift, he just
concentrated on doing what he needed to do.

	Finally he sat down to write.

	"Honestly, I wasn't trying to hurt anyone when I left.  I thought
it was just best to go ahead. I didn't want to live there anymore and I
didn't think that I was welcome anymore either.  I will never be the son
you want. You have that one. I will always be gay. You'll always be ashamed
of me, at least a little. I have done things to survive that you won't
understand or agree with.  You can know that I have a job I like and a
boyfriend and we share a mobile home with another guy and have enough to
eat even if things are a little tight sometimes. I'm okay and you don't
have to worry. it's all good. Nate."

	He slipped it under his door and left to go down Duval.  He had to
spend the next couple of hours dancing on a bar top for tips. wearing
nothing but running shoes and Andrew Christian underwear.  But when he got
home, he didn't tell Rafa about the letter.

	Nate worked Thanksgiving.  It was the week after, and a week before
Bone Island Bare it all. when he saw him in the pool on the far end where
the shade was talking in a group.  Nate recognized him, the man who went by
Professor Kelley, recognized him instantly, auburn haired and fair skinned.
He made a double take but was sure it was him.  The question was whether
the Professor would recognize him.  A lot happens between 17 and 21 and it
had been 4 years.  He just went about his work and tried to not think about
when they would meet, as they would.  It didn't take long.  He got out of
the pool, wrapped up and strode over to the bar.  Nate wasn't busy at the
moment and didn't move.  The Professor stop, startled.

	"Nate?"

	"Ian"

	"Well, I go by my first name now, Patrick.  But, yeah.  How are
you?  You look ... amazing" he said.

	Nate nodded. "Good.  Good.  You want a drink?"

	"I want to talk"

	"I get off at 11.  I'm not busy tonight after. I go go dance some
but not tonight.  YOu want a drink?"

	"A rum runner"

	OVer the next several hours, the Professor would look over at Nate,
sometimes staring at him, waiting for the magic hour.  But he respoected
that whatever conversation they would have would be complicated and not a
work place kind of thing.  Happy Hour came and went, dinners were served
and 11 o'clock rolled around.  The Professor was sitting in the cafe as
Nate came over.

	"You're not going to get in trouble, are you?  Fraternizing with a
guest"

	'No" Nate said with a smile.  "There's no rule. I assume we are
going to have sex. Right?"

	Ian laughed.  "Well I'd like that very much if you don't mind being
with an older guy."

	"I was in love with you"

	Ian paused and took in a big lung full of air and slowly blew it
out.  "And I loved you but I was young and ... I made a bad decision but it
was 25 years ago.  I regretted it and then when I saw you and Mama Ruth on
the square and myself... I don't know.  I didn't lie.  I am a professor.  I
study philosophy of religion.  You can imagine that what I remember as the
world of my youth was ... still there.  The same people, you, I can't
explain it."

	"I don't want to have this conversation here. I want to be in your
room, next to you, naked.  I want it to be the way it was back then, back
in our little cabin."  Nate said.

	He had the cheapest room in the place and it didn't matter to Nate.
He wasn't the lanky teenager that Nate knew, lean and nice sized down there
and hard.  He was middle aged and soft.  And Nate didn't care.

	"Adonis came to me .. that did happen to you, years ago, right?"
Nate asked.  Ian nodded. It had. "He said that you were a danger because
you needed everything explained and my job was to protect you from yourself
so that you wouldn't destroy the magic.  I don't know how what happens now
could change what happened before, and I am defiinitely from now and not
from then, but I think that maybe the way it happened before was different
and I helped change it and put it back together. I think it was like a do
over"

	Ian shrugged and laughed a little.  "Who knows.  What I remember
was that it didn't last long enough but what we had was special.  Do you
have a boyfriend now?"

	"Yeah, but... Ian, let's just ..."

	Ian kissed him.  That felt familiar.  His body didn't but Ian was
all over him.  Nate was young manhood, lean and muscular, fit. They kissed
and touched.  Nate responded quickly, hard, but it took Ian a bit longer.
But he was soon.  Nate got between his legs and took him down.

	"Oh, yeah.  I missed that" Ian said.

	Nate knew he liked his foreskin played with and Ian purred when he
did. He rubbed his head in sheer pleasure at the sensation of it, the sight
of a beautiful boy doing, his own dream lover.  Nate remembered how he
liked to be touched, his balls played with, sucked.  And Ian responded as
he always had.  But he was not a greedy lover and he stopped Nate and
returned the favor.  Tongue and lip and suction on his hard member, all the
way down and then sucking him off up and down like a piston engine, then
stop and stroke and kiss the head.

	"Wow.  That feels good."

	They held each and kissed some more, rubbing on each other's
body. The closeness of it, the intimacy, was great.  Not a hook up, but
real closeness.  Nate had his lover's dick in his hands as they kissed.  A
stroke to keep his pressure up.  A touch and a shudder.  Nate lay on his
side, top leg pushed forward and Ian behind him to enter.  Ian reached for
a condom but Nate stopped him.  He wanted to feel him with no barriers.
Ian enetered him slowly.  He wasn't the hot natured and impatient lover of
his teens, hot and heavy and hard, and Nate missed that.  He was slow and
sensual and that was good too.  Slowly in and out.

	" Ywah," Nate said.  "You've been practicing"

	"Women mostly.  Haven't found a man I wanted as much as you"

	Nate smiled.  That was a nice thing to say.  He felt closer now,
his member inside, than even before.  He wasn't so much horny, he was but
more than that, as he was full and complete.  Ian moved in smooth strokes,
drawing out the pleasure. But soon, Nate, growing hot blooded, needed more.
He reached back and a hand on his ass and pushed Ian forward.

	"Harder?"  Ian asked

	'Harder"

	He fucked him harder.  Faster and harder.  More like men fucking .
Physical and full bodied.  Nate stroked himself.  It felt fine. It felt
right.  He had missed it.  The sensation in his own cock was overwhelming
but he wanted Ian to be even harder and more foreceful. He wanted to be
dominated.  He wanted to be held down and fucked like a man.  Ian sensed it
and ramped it up.  Nate could barely breath.  He grunted.  It felt right.
That was it.  More of it.  He moaned and stroked himself, knowing that he
would shoot.  Ian kept on.  He stroked more and then, just when it was too
much, ropes of semen exploded out of his cock landing on the bed.  Ian saw
and doubled down.  Even more and then he too dumped his load in Nate's ass.

	It was night.  Pitch black and the world asleep.  They lay in each
other's arms.  Nate was in the wet spot but didn't mind.

	"When did you leave?"  Ian asked

	"A few days after you"

	"Why?"

	Nate thought about it.  He remembered talking to Grandma and just
being convinced that there was a wider world and that he needed to be a
part of it.  "When I lived with Grandpa, I went over the Men's Camp, well I
got led over but they were kind of pissed because I went too soon.  It was
like I was destined to be there but I hadn't earned it yet/ I've never been
back and it didn't seem like the right time then. Maybe I'll go back
someday.  I don't know.  It was instinct"

	Nate told him about the man and the letter from his mother.  Ian
listened, propped up on his elbow as Nate told him and then dismissed it.

	"I think you might want to think about going to see them.  At least
once.  You're grown. An adult now. Maybe you can put the past behind you
and be whole.  Then you can decide where you go from here."

	Nate nodded. "I've thought about it"

	They made love again in the early morning hours as dawn broke when
they both woke from a slumber, one waking the other as they lay in each
others arms.  Another around noon.  Nate worked, happy, and went and asked
for Christmas off.  That night, they made love again and again in the
morning.  Ian had to leave.  As he packed his bags for a 12:20 pm flight,
he looked at Nate, naked still and young still and smiled.

	"I fear this is the last time we meet" Ian said

	"I think you're right.  But I do love you"

	Ian shed a tear.  "I would do it over and do it different if I
could.  I wish I had never left you"