Date: Thu, 16 Nov 2017 23:53:37 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Home in the  Woods chapter 4

                                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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				FOUR


	He was in THE clearing by the cabin, alone.  It wasn't dark
anymore.  He wasn't sure that it had even happened at all, or that he
hadn't imagined it but Grandpa wasn't there so it must have happened.  He
wasn't sure what to make of it.  But he was less certain of his plan to
leave now, that's for sure.

	Mattie came up and handed him a jar. Nate took it and sipped it.
It was sweet but it was clearly wine.  It did seem to calm him.

	"It happens to everyone, at least once.  Take that walk. Sometimes
more. Liam did.  It's like ... magic, maybe.  I don't know" Mattie said.
"The wine helps"

	'Where is Grandpa?"

	"He'll be back in a day or two probably. Got to.  we got the still
to tend to"

	"So we're alone?" Nate asked, looking around

	'Me, you and Tempest"

	"He knew things"

	"Yeah" Mattie said. "That's between you and him"

	They were in the cabin, the three of them.  It was growing dark.
Mattie and Nate were on the single large bed in the cabin, and Tempest,
shirtless and in boys briefs, sitting on a trunk, her legs spread open.

	"You know, girls usually wear shirts and bra's" Nate said

	"Why?"  Tempest shot back.  "You're queer.  My tits distracting
you?"

	"No"

	"I don't want to.  So I ain't gonna.  You two fucking or not?"

	Nate looked at Mattie.  He wasn't sure what Tempest would be
doing. "You gonna watch?"

	"I'm gonna join in" She said.

	Mattie laughed and kissed Nate on the cheek.  "It's just sex.  It's
not a big deal."

	Tempest stood up and peeled off the briefs.  She had a triangular
bit of black curly hair underneath there.  Nate thought she looked odd,
incomplete, like something was missing.

	"Well, let's see some dick." she said.

	Mattie peeled off his clothes and was naked in no time, entirely
unselfconscious. Nate was slower.  THe sight of Mattie naked spurred him on
but he was reluctant.  Tempest was signalling her impatience and Mattie was
getting started, kissing and rubbing up against him.  Tempest snorted and
walked to the far end where the kitchen was and grabbed a jar off the
shelf.  In the meantime, Nate had pulled off his clothes.

	"You gotta nice dick" Tempest said, handing him a jar. "Let's get
fucked up"

	After the first few swigs, Nate felt warm and relaxed.  He was in
the mood. And Mattie, beautiful Mattie, was there and rubbing up against
him.  Nate put his hand on Mattie's uncut cock.  The boy smiled and kissed
him. Nate was hard too. It took so little to turn him on, just a touch from
a boy. They rolled together, their bodies hard and firm, a musky male odor
and their dicks were pressed against each other.  Nate felt the weight in
the bed shift and looked up and saw Tempest on the end of the bed, sitting
indian style, her crack showing and a hand down there and a finger inside
her.

	Tempest shrugged.  "Guys making out is hot and all but we are going
to see some action, right?"

	Mattie laughed.  "I think we're gonna fuck"

	Nate felt Mattie's warm mouth on his dick and it felt good.  He
looked up to watch him go at it and saw Tempest masturbating herself, one
hand on her tit and one on her crack.  It didn't completely turn him off.
In a way, it was kind of nice because it wasn't like she was playing games
or being coy or wanted to chased or flirted with.  She was in it for the
sex.  Pure and simple.  He was the kind of sex object that men made women.
And suddenly, Nate didn't mind. Mattie was good at it too, stroking and
sucking. All he could do is sigh.

	Mattie shifted and then climbed on Nate's chest and scooted up, his
own erection leading the way. Nate took it and put it in his mouth.  He
wanted to suck Mattie off.  He had a beautiful dick.  A beautiful boy with
a beautiful dick. And he had control of it.  But then, he felt the wetness
again on his own tool.  It was Tempest sucking him.  And that felt really
good too.  She was as good as Mattie.  She took his balls in her mouth,
sucking and ever so lightly holding them in her teeth. He loved that.  Then
back on his tool.  He went after Mattie's cock with abandon as Tempest blew
him.

	And then it was different.

	He felt her weight on him.  He felt the slickness of her as it went
inside her.  She rocked back and forth and started riding him.  He was
having sex with a girl.  And it didn't feel bad at all. He was more
interested in Mattie's dick but he couldn't ignore the pleasure down there.
Straight men like sex after all and Nate understood now why.  He fit inside
her so well and the motion of her warm and slick box on his hard tool was
amazing, not as tight as Mattie had been but slicker and still very very
good.  But it was having Mattie's tool in his mouth and the sight and feel
of his lean and strong young body that was keeping him hard so she could
bounce on it.

	"You see?" Mattie said. "It's just fun"

	And it was.  It was definitely fun.  And hot. And exciting.  And
Nate couldn't imagine in that moment why it was ever wrong to begin
with. They were just three young people playing and it was good.  SHe rode
him and he got hotter and hornier and Mattie was leaned over his head, his
hips moving some , driving himself into Nate's mouth, even as he choked a
bit.  He had trouble taking it without gagging and the pleasure sensation
of her riding him would be too much.

	Tempest seemed to sense and she fell off his dick.  Mattie backed
away and Nate caught site of her on the end of the bed, her legs open and
her pubic hair slick and glistening with juice.  She just laughed as they
were both still hard.

	"YOu wanna play with my tits?"

	Nate looked down, shy. If she wanted him too, he would.  He crawled
over and put his hands on her boobs, even as Mattie massaged his ass behind
him.  Massaging her mounds were kind of nice and he wondered how many of
the boys in his church had actually had their hands on a girls tits, much
less having actually had sex with a girl? He had and he was gay.  Irony.

	"Lick my pussy" she said.

	She had a earthy odor.  A musk.  Not unpleasant, just animalistic.
BUt he got down in her crack and licked.  He nibbled on the lips of her
vagina and she reached down and diddled her clit.  He was happy that he was
making her feel good. Everybody should feel special and desired, he
thought.

	But it didn't last.  Mattie got on his knees, his face buried in
her crotch as Nate behind him to drive himself in.  Mattie had to help him
guide his way into the sphincter but once he did, he slid it all the way
in.  His face buried down there, Mattie must have been doing a good job as
Tempest flung her head back and tweaked her own nipples.  She was liking
it.

	Nate pounded him.  He was turned on.  A real three way. Having sex
with a boy and a girl.  It was far wilder than anything he had ever
imagined.  He imagined that he was living his parents worst nightmare, a
liberated, pleasure first lifestyle and even if he wasn't quite yet and was
still troubled by many things, Nate also knew he was here doing what he
wanted to be doing.  And that was pounding on Mattie's ass. So he did.
Hard.  Even as Mattie pleasured her, Nate took his pleasure out on the boy.

	"Ohhh, my God" Nate moaned.  It really did feel amazing.  It was
like his penis was hardwired directly into the pleasure centers of the
brain.

	He grunted and moaned and kept going.  Ravishing it.  Then, as he
breathed more raggedly and he thought he might die, he felt the pleasure
rising and then rising some more.  He didn't think he could take it, he
couldn't sustain it, couldn't survive it really.  He was going to die of
pleasure.  But as ragged and uneven as he breathing came as the pleasure
increasingly flew over him, he didn't die.

 	But then, he couldn't take any more.  There was no other way.  He
pounded him hard and then drove into the Mattie;s ass as Nate's penis
exploded, coating Mattie's insides with cream.

	He watched as Mattie fucked Tempest. Nate could admire and lust
over the rippling young muscles as he did the girl It was alluring Nate
thought.  A beautiful sight.

	Somewhere in the darkness, the three of them, satiated, settled in
the bed in each other's arms. The next morning, as sunlight streamed in,
Nate stirred awake and could smell bacon and coffee.  Nate opened his eyes
and saw Grandpa on the far end of the cabin, cooking. Tempest was gone,
having left in the night without him being aware of it.

	"All right, you can't sleep all day. Burning daylight" Grandpa
said. "Eat and then we'll tend to the still"

	Mattie smiled and seemed happy about it but Nate was wondering
about Tempest. Grandpa was uninterested in the question, though, saying
that she had gone where she goes when she wants.  Mattie accepted that
answer well enough.  Nate didn't think it said anything but decided not to
press it.  He liked her well enough but was happier when it was just
males. He was also a bit embarassed about being naked and having slept that
way but Mattie, again, was unconcerned and Grandpa was barely dressed too.
Although MAttie stayed naked, Nate dressed to eat breakfast.  It was for
nothing, though. After breakfast, they had to wash and, just like at Danny
and Mama Ruth's, it was a communal affair with well water. Mattie was
beautiful and lean as the water poured over him and he rapidly soaped up.
Grandpa, though old, was lean and muscular and hairy and, Nate had to
admit, probably not bad looking for a man his age.  Eventually they were
all wet and then soaped and then rinsed. With that they set out for the
still.

	When they got there, he set Mattie to working, instructing him to
check all the barrels to make sure the mash was working, whatever that
meant and it meant nothing to Nate, and instructing him as to how to thin
it out if he needed to.

	"Mattie can handle it. He's interested in it and you ain't. C'mon
down to the creekbank. I got some poles stashed, we can fish" Grandpa said,
pointing the way. Nate dropped in behind him as Grandpa continued. "That's
the thing about Mattie, he wants everybody happy.  Sex is fun and people
enjoy it. so he fucks.  A happy fucker.  People like to get drunk, so he'll
be a moonshiner and a wine maker.  As long as everybody's happy, he's
happy."

	Nate thought about it. "Well, I'm happy I met him"

	They had reached the creekbank and Grandpa found the poles.  "Well,
yeah, you needed that didna?"

	The creek wasn't very wide.  You could jump it with a head start
and was slow moving with black water. THe water, of course, wasn't black
but the creek overall was, from the tanins.  The spanish moss hung from the
trees as the slow moving water made a sharp bend. It had an almost gothic
look.  They sat and both cast a line waiting for a bite.  It was still
morning but it was humid and dank even in the heavy shade and even darkness
under the tree canopy, the black water and gray moss.  Slowly, as they sat
silently, Nate became almost drowsy and he had to jerk himself upright.  A
gentle dizziness settled over him and the surrounding grew even darker and
more sinister.

	"Yesterday, when I went down here with you, was that real?" Nate
asked

	"Real enough I suppose"

	"That's not an answer.  Mattie said everybody takes that trip.  You
seemed to know things"

	It was like he was lost in a black gloom, inky dark and Grandpa
grew more indistinct.

	"And it was your brother too, right.  He locked the door so the
others could beat you in that bathroom" Nate looked down and fought off
tears. It was a painful memory.  "And you never told either.  You protected
him"

	It made him sad.  The betrayal.  The pain of it.  He had struggled
up after they left and made his way out of the bathroom, lost in his mind,
trying to get to class.  He was bloody and beating and coughing up blood
from a collapsed lung. They would stick a tube in his mouth and one in his
chest but he never told.

	"I think he just didn't want them thinking he was gay too" Nate
said.

	"And that place where they were going to cure you, over in
Alabama. The Christian school. They beat you and didn't feed you.  You
cured?"

	"No"

	"Seems like you are the real loser in their way of thinking. When
you gonna decide your path yourself and fuck all that shit?"

	"Now I guess" Nate said.

	The clearing where Mattie was working was dappled in sunlight and
Nate was unclear that they had ever left there.  Mattie was done and
satisfied and Nate, in a daze followed him and Grandpa back, all of them
silent.

	"Do you believe in God?" Nate asked Grandpa

	Grandpa turned and looked at him. "No"

	"Okay" Nate said

	"That bother you?"

	"No"

	"Do you?" Mattie asked

	"I don't know" Nate answered.

	They had to take some of the malt -- the corn that had germinated
-- back to be ground.  Grandpa explained, primarily to Mattie who listened
intently, that it had to be done a certain way.  That meant lugging 40 lbs
a piece back to the settlement, back to civilization and out of the woods.
It only took about 10 minutes to walk out to the railroad track. It was
another 5 minutes down the track to the settlement and then they had to go
a mile down the dirt road.  The man they wanted lived in another old
farmhouse down from Danny and Mama Ruth's and he had a mill in an
outbuilding behind the house. He greeted Grandpa warmly, joked about
moonshine and kidded Mattie to no end about the fun he was having.  Mattie
ate it up and egged him while Nate hung back and was silent.

	"You new?"  the man said. Nate nodded. "Well, you fell into quite a
crowd here.  I don't know where your from but this place around here isn't
like that, I can tell you."

	"No. It's not" Nate said.

	"We live our own way and we have our own beliefs.  But Grandpa can
teach you"

	It took a while for the malt to be milled and they talked some more
but it wasn't serious.  Nate had time to think, silently and to himself.
Maybe it was just the woods and things were strange there but he wasn't
completely sure he hadn't hallucinated his encounters wtih Grandpa and that
would be the only logical explanation but he didn't think so. It wasn't
magic, like Mattie said.  It had to be something else but it was eerie that
he knew.  And it was a bit weird that he and Tempest were never around
together at the same time, like she was studiously avoiding him,
intentionally staying away from him.  That gave him pause.  But, on the
other hand, no one had been anything other than nice to him, accepting of
him and completely at ease with gayness in general.  He could feel the
fellowship that they had with each other.

	Once it was done, they had to lug it back.  Mate cinched his up on
his back and headed out, him and Mattie trailing in behind Grandpa like
little ducklings.  It was brutally hot and humid and there had been no rain
since that first evening and the dirt road was dusty and everything looked
parched and withering. They headed down the road and as they got almost to
the railroad tracks, Nate saw Liam walking in the opposite direction,
shirtless.

	Liam waved and smiled. As he got closer, he called out, "Hey
Grandpa, Hey Mattie May"

	Mattie smiled. "L"

	Nate looked at Mattie and saw the look he gave Liam.  It broke his
heart.