Date: Mon, 27 Nov 2017 22:22:45 +0000 From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com Subject: A Home in the Woods chapter 6 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, enjoy. AUTHOR'S NOTE: At the suggestion of a reader of another story, Under the Cherry Tree, posted in Bisexual/College, I am fleshing out a part of that story into this. It isn't necessary to read that story to enjoy this story but many of the characters are the same. The difference is that I have changed the location of the commune. Complaints, compliments and comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please consider donating to Nifty. I have and you should too. It costs money to run the archive and there are few other places that would house stories like this. SIX Liam emerged from the cabin and strode across the clearing, naked. "Hey, Nate. Early riser, huh? Hey Grandpa, got any weed?" Grandpa looked at him and smiled. "Danny is a pot farmer. Why ask me?" "Cause I don't have any and I want to get toasted" Liam said. As it happened, Grandpa did have some and Liam loaded a small brass stem tight and borrowed a lighter and sucked it down. Grandpa loaded another and handed it to Nate, who took it after only a moment's hesitation. Mimicking Liam, he smoked the bit in there. "So, Mama Ruth wants Mattie and Nate to come to a Midsummer celebration tomorrow. You could come too, if you want" Grandpa looked up at the tree canopy and thought. "Why does the cunt want to take them from me for a night? Midsummer comes every year and she hasn't wanted any of the others in the past. Why are these two special?" Liam shrugged. He was a messenger and didn't actually care. "So, you're not going even if we do?" Nate asked "No" Grandpa said. "I follow the Lucifer, the liberator, not some fairy dance of bullshit like Wicca. She plays at magic. If you and Mattie want, though, you can. Then when you come back, I will teach you the true path of enlightenment" "Okay. I'll tell Mattie. The ceremony starts at sundown." Liam said. Grandpa wanted them to go down to the still and check on the mash working. Mattie was eager, clearly wanting to learn how to be a master moonshiner. Down at the still, he held forth telling Mattie how to check the head that growing in the barrels. To Nate it just looked like suds and bubbles but Grandpa called it a blossom cap. It would be ready to run when the alcohol nearly ate that away but it would have to be that day or else it would just turn to vinegar. Better a day early than a day late. None of that interested Nate in the least. He wanted to know about Lucifer, about how this person he was with here in the woods was a devil worshipper. So he just asked him. "Who says Lucifer is the Devil? He is the morning light. Does that sound evil to you? Who says there is a Devil anyway?" "The Bible" Nate answered. "And you were taught that it was absolutely literally true and absolutely right, with no error at all" 'Yeah" "You ever heard of Henry VIII?" "Yeah" Nate said. "So, his first wife, Katherine of Aragon had been married to his brother but he died. Maybe he fucked her, maybe not. He was 15 and she was 16. Anyway, Henry marries her and there is a verse in the Old Testament that says he is supposed to and then there is another verse says that you aren't supposed to. Don't make sense, does it?" 'No" Nate admitted. "But that doesn't mean you worship the Devil" "The God you were told to worship is pretty fucking needy, huh? Always needing to be worship and told how great he is and people begging him for shit. Everything has to be done for his honor and glory. Who the fuck needs it. Who says he ain't the evil one anyway? Stone them for this, kill them for that. This is unclean, that is forbidden. You know why he got pissed at Saul and went with David instead? Cause Saul wouldn't kill every single person and every single animal in Ai, that's fucking why. You ever see the little bookd of Philemon in your fucking Bible? That's where good ole Paul endorses slavery. I'm telling you, Elohim is a real fucker. Worshipping Lucifer is all about freedom and enlightment. Lucifer is the God that don't give a shit if you take it in the ass" Nate had to admit to himself that it was something to think about. It was a different perspective. But he did his best thinking by not thinking about it. They had food. There really was nothing to do that day. Except Mattie and Nate went exploring, walking through the woods, climbing trees. Nate was happy. He liked being with Mattie, liked what it meant. Liked that he could even see himself as Mattie's boyfriend when he had never really thought that a boyfriend, an actual boyfriend, would be in his future. There is freedom in the woods, not bound by constraints of civilization. Mattie had a joint and they smoked it. With each passing time, Nate was enjoying that too, more and more. They had brought some wine and they had that. And Nate had to admit that he liked that too. They eventually made their way back to the cabin, hunger setting in. They could smell dinner cooking. The smell made them hungrier. They stumbled into the clearing and then into the cabin. Grandpa was inside, stirring a pot. "You two drunk?" he asked "Not yet" Mattie answered "Good. Cause we all getting drunk tonight, howl at the moon drunk. We are gonna fuck and we are gonna drink. But first, you gonna eat" It was just beans and biscuits but it tasted delicious. Both boys shoveled it down and Grandpa passed around a fruit jar of shine from a previous run. The warmth of the liquid made Nate glow from the inside out. But he knew that wine wouldn't work, not the sweet wine they had. He knew that he was probably going to get really drunk but it didn't make him anxious like it did down by the creek. It was just the three of them and Nate thought that might be better. After supper, they drank some and talked, telling stories. Nate tried to but lately all his stories were sad and he didn't want to tell it. Neither Grandpa nor Mattie pushed him to do it either. But then at same point, as the buzz kicked in and he was feeling no pain, the horniness began to kick in too. For whatever reason, he wanted Grandpa. He wanted to know. He went over to where Grandpa was sitting and crawled on his lap, facing the man. "Does the Devil care if you have sex?" Grandpa laughed and shook his head. "Lucifer is all about fucking. It ain't like your fucking church, boy. Not by a long shot. Don't get me goin if you just gonna back off" "I haven't backed off yet, have I Mattie?" "No" Mattie admitted. "He hasn't" Grandpa put his hands on Nates ass. Nate slid his hands inside his underwear and stroked on his dick. Grandpa wasn't having it. He began to yank the underwear off. Nate lifted up and let him. His cock was liberated and Grandpa got his hand on it and began stroking it. "You see, this is the thing, boy" Grandpa said. "All them people telling you this is wrong are full of shit. Every fucking one of them. How can something that drives you this much be wrong? You'll go after an old man's dick but you won't chase a young girls pussy. That tell you anything?" "Tells me I'm gay" "But you still think you're broken cause some fucking book has one or two sentences in it that a bunch of fucking bigots made a big deal out of" "I'm not broken" Nate said. "And I haven't seen your dick, not hard at least" Mattie was behind him, naked and pulling on his pride. Nate got a good look at Grandpa, his face shoved down. His pubes were thinner than the boys but he had a full bush and was just generally hairy in a way that neither Nate or Mattie were yet. He had a musky odor, not unpleasent and not a stink but smelled like a man, sweaty and earthy. He was hard. Like Nate and unlike Mattie, Grandpa was cut. He was average sized with big full balls. Nate opened up and took what he could in. "I'm gonna teach you how to suck a dick yet, boy" He tried to take it in and do the kind of things that the others had done to him. He got brave and went all the way down on it, all the way to the root and then back up. He felt Mattie's hands on him, rubbing him. Nate was hard. What was this? His fifth time, sixth? Whatever, he was much more comfortable with his sexuality now than a week ago. But he still lusted after Mattie, still wanted him. But right now, he was on Grandpa's dick and his jaw was getting tired. He pulled off and jacked it, using his spit as lube. But a hand job isn't as good as a blow job and even Nate knew that so he would have to go back down on the dick. A bit of a rest and he was back at it. "Use your tongue boy" Grandpa said. "Right there at the piss slit, that's a man's clit" Putting aside his embarassment, Nate did it, flicked at the head and then used his tongue to blanket and massage the dick even as his lips moved back and forth. Grandpa moaned and Nate knew that he was doing it right. So he kept it up. Mattie was impatient, though. He playfully pushed Nate aside to get at Grandpa's dick. But there was no way where they were for all three of them to be happy, so they took it indoors. They could get at each other, hard dicks and hard bodies rolling around together. "Who fucks who?" Grandpa asked after a while. It had been just the one time, and Nate had had an intense orgasm, but he wasn't quite ready maybe to repeat it. So, Nate stayed silent and looked at them. Mattie was silent too. He could go either way. "Well, boy, you think you all ready fucked me. Maybe I return the favor, huh?" He would get fucked again, it seemed. Grandpa this time, a grown man, experienced, would violate him. Nate was hard and he was horny and he knew that he had in a real way asked for it. He was on his hands and knees, his ass offered up. Grandpa spread his legs out even more and got him greased up. He stroked himself to stay hard. Then, the weight of Grandpa on his back, he felt it happen. A dick enter him. Filling him up. He had to grit his teeth to bear it. It did hurt, maybe not as much as when he lost his virginity last night but still it did. The motion stopped and he just had to get used to it, the uncomfortable sensations of confusion in his mind what all the signals meant, whether pain or not, pleasure or not. Mattie came and got in front of him, naked and harn, his dick sticking straight up. He was a sight of pure beauty, absolute sensuality. He oozed it. Not just sex appeal but sexuality in general. Nate desperately wanted to kiss him. He leaned up and Mattie came toward him, their mouths meeting, as if he knew what Nate wanted. Their tongues met, their lips together, and Nate felt complete. Then the motion back there started. He grimaced a bit, pulling off Mattie's face but the other boy moved toward him and re-engaged. Nate kissed him as Grandpa slowly started to fuck him. He looked at Mattie's dick and knew that he should try and give him the pleasure that he deserved but he just couldn't, not right then. The sensation from his ass was too much and he was trying not to concentrate on that, to simply endure. The room began to be black. It was on toward night but the blackness was otherwordly. Like steeped tea being dumped into a pitcher of water, it swirled and spread, covering everything. He could hears voices dimly in the growing night, off in a distance like the hum of radio. Then louder and more and more, he felt lost and dissociated from the very sensations of his body. The fucking ebbed slowly and the kissing fell away and he descended into the darkness. The voices were louder and angry. Closer. The darkness was total. He was lost and alone. He knew the space he was in. Four walls, bare floors, the size of a walk in closet. They had thrown him in there when he had resisted. They had quoted scripture at him but too much. He went from guilt to disbelief to anger to rebellion as they pushed him. He had resisted. They had shown him absolute filthy porn, to turn his stomach, punching him if he stared at it or seemed aroused. They punched him a lot. Nate reached up and felt. His eye seemed puffy and he felt the blood running down his nose. He had felt the hunger of the three day fast, water and vitamins, a fast he had not chosen and could not break on his own. They were coming. He remembered. He had crawled in a corner, wrapped in the fetal position to await his fate. Hungry and bleeding. The door opened. This time, it wasn't his parents coming to take him away. It was Grandpa and Mattie. The light behind them gave them the sensation of a halo. Mattie kneeled down and took him in his arms, nestling him and cuddling. They were both naked. Grandpa spoke but Nate didn't recognize the language. He was surrounded in light. An unnatural light. Light and fire. It wasn't the fire of hell. It was warm and inviting like a bonfire on a cold night. There were people, boys and girls, men and women, naked. There were around him. Welcoming him. Encouraging him. Telling him that he honored the light giver with his body. That sensation slowly began to spread over him. An awareness of what was happening. The rhythm in his ass was fast and hard. The darkness was gone. He was back, in a small cabin with no running water or toilet in the woods near a creek with no name under Spanish moss. There was a man fucking him. Nate wantd him too. Mattie was in front. He sat up on his knees and Nate opened him mouth and took it in. He took it all in. And he took it in the ass. And it felt good. He reached down and he was hard. That needed to be stroked. He needed to feel it all. The whole sensation of lust and sensuality and take it all, greedy and giving. Grandpa banged him, hard, long, fast strokes and Nate wanted it even harder and stronger and more of it. More and more. No amount was too much. He sucked Mattie, wanting his hard dick to. Could he hold out? After Grandpa came, Mattie could do the same. But then he couldn't take it. Barely touching his own dick, he knew it was too late. He groaned loudly, yelling practically as Grandpa just did it harder and more. He was losing control too. Then, his upper body sagging, Mattie's dick forgotten as he struggled to breath, Nate gave himself one last jerk and creamed, spurt after spurt as his whole body was alive with sheer joy and ecstasy. A three quarter moon illuminated the clearing. Nate was drunk. The time didn't matter, midnight or earlier or later. The day moved by the motion of the sun and moon and time didn't matter. He was drunk and still naked when he confronted Grandpa. "Why are you messing with my mind?" Grandpa shrugged, unconcerned. "Maybe I ain't. Maybe you doing it to yourself." "No" Nate said. Mattie came over. "No" "Maybe cause I need to" "Stop" Nate said, pushing him "Maybe I won't" "You have no right" "You belong here for a reason. That's what matters" "Maybe what matters to me is what matters" Nate said, beginning to slur his words. "Did you like getting fucked?" "Yes" Nate said. "Good. If you don't howl at the moon by morning, you weren't drunk enough" Nate laughed. "Oh, I will" And he did. They all three did.