Date: Sun, 3 Dec 2017 15:21:14 +0000
From: revjpgibson@hotmail.com
Subject: Home in the Woods Chapter 7

			    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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					SEVEN

	It may not have been a dream.  It may have been a vision.  There
was fire.  A ring with 5 bonfires raging in the hot, sticky night and Nate
could almost plot a pentagram from the location of the bonfires. Nate was
there with Mattie and they wore clothes, more or less.  Nate was shirtless
in a pair of pants, which desperately needed washing, and Mattie in shorts
of the same description.  Almost the whole of the community was present and
it was the first time that Nate had a sense of how many people lived in
this area, bounded by swamp and woods, far from town.  There were maybe a
100 people, children and adults. off to one side was a group of men,
bearded and barely dressed, and teenage boys, not bearded so much but also
barely dressed.  Nate was interested in them but Mattie ignored them,
finally Nate had to ask.

	"It's the men's camp.  They live out in the woods too" Mattie said.
Nate looked at him startled. "Um, they're queer, I guess. Not gay.  I mean,
you have to ... they live in the woods, same as us"

	"And some of them used to live with Grandpa?"

	"SOme, yeah.They're pretty tough though. They're the reason the
rednecks don't come around."

	Pot and alcohol was freely shared. Nate took some of both, a hit
off a joint and passed it on and another found its way to him.  Some seemed
dazed and lost in their own world.  Kids played happily in the summer
night, some naked and some not. Everything seemed free and natural.  Mama
Ruth was in the center with some other women. They too were naked.  Nate
marveled at that because, despite the bonfires, there were mosquito's
about.  But they didn't seem worried.  He couldn't follow the ritual going
on but a woman he had never seen before explained about the drawing down of
the moon. the triple Goddess and the Horned God which Nate didn't fully
get.

	As he watched, Ian came his way, alone and without Eva.  Nate's
heart beat a little faster.  Ian was shirtless. lean and muscular and his
rich red hair long and waving in the small breeze.  Nate reflected that he
was a sexy boy.

	'How you like living in the woods?"

	"Good, so far"

	"He fucking with your mind?" Ian asked.

	"Yeah" Nate admitted

	Ian looked down and kicked at the dirt. "It sucks.  I didn't like
it"

	"I dunno. I guess I'm learning about myself"

	"Yeah" Ian muttered. He didn't seem to agree "But you're getting
wild child pussy, huh? And a little bit of sweet Mattie, huh."

	"Maybe I'm getting a little bit of him" Mattie said, bowing up a
little.

	"Cool.  Whatcha think of this?"

	Nate shrugged. "I don't know. I was raised to think that witchcraft
was evil and Devil worship was evil and ... well, liking boys was even
worse and I don't know"

	"Lucifer isn't the devil."

	"Yeah, I know" Nate said, remembering Grandpa's words

	"No, you don't. I have a book you can read though, you might like
it. It's back at the house.  Why don't you come too, Mattie.  We can get
drunk"

	MAttie smiled. "Yeah, Okay"

	As they walked back, mostly on a path beside the railroad with the
woods on one side and the tracks the other, Nate asked about Eva.  Ian let
him know that they were still together but she was off doing her Wicca
thing tonight. It seemed that the community was split between Wicca and
Lucifer but without bitterness or rancor. Mattie was being silent but was
sticking with Nate as if he were being protective or marking out his
property.  As they rounded the farm, Nate asked Ian how he liked living
with Grandpa and Ian gave a sort fo vague answer as if it had not worked
out so well for him.

` The house, suprisingly, was empty.  He had shared a room with the other
boys -- Liam and Karl and the others -- and his personal space was limited.
Ian dug around and produced a book and handed to Nate, telling him to read
it.  It was by Jean Rabelais, who Nate had never heard of. Ian told him
that there other books in the series if he liked that one.

	Rather than go back to the celebration, he and Mattie headed back
out to the cabin in the woods.  Nate asked Mattie what had happened between
Ian and Grandpa.

	"I dunno.  He was there for 3 or 4 months and then showed back up
and didn't want to talk about it. That happens sometimes, it's cool at
first but it gets old"

	"I guess" Nate said

	They made their way through the woods in darkness.  They knew the
way and moonlight showed the path.  Back at the cabin, Grandpa was asleep
in the bed.  Mattie grinned and stipped off his shorts and Nate did too
before crawling in bed on either side of the man.  He was sleeping on his
side and Mattie was in front of him. facing him, as Nate cuddled up from
behind.  THe man stirred awake and grumbled.  Mattie grinned like a cat and
leaned in to kiss him. Nate cuddled in tight, putting his hand between the
other two, mattie's erection being obvious but Grandpa was hard too.

	"Tempest wouldn't mind having sex with us" Nate said in a whisper
in his ear.

	"Besides, you like young boys"

	"I like TOUNG boys" Grandpa said. "Young.  Not young men. I want to
be the one to drink their first cum"

	"That means that you are not going to fuck us" Nate asked.

	"You ain't turned to Wicca have you? You're just fool enough to do
it."

	"No.  But I don't worship the devil either"

	Grandpa laughed.  "Yeah you do. Every time you go for pleasure for
the sake of pleasure, you honor him"

	Sex is pleasure.  There is no doubt about that. A mouth and a
tongue and a hand and it feels good. It did when Grandpa swallowe him up.
And Grandpa stroked his dick as he did it.  Mattie sat off to the side and
watched, stroking himself too but Nate couldn't leave it at that.  He
thought Mattie's dick gorgeous and he would not deny the boy even a minor
measure of pleasure.  He motioned and Mattie moved over, feeding NAte's
mouth with is swollen organ. Grandpa, bent over and sucking, was ancient to
Nate but he found the man hot: lean and muscular, broad shouldered and
hairy chested and big balled.  He was a man.  Nate liked men and boys.

	It is a pleasure and when it is dirty and nasty, it is even better.
Three of them servicing each other is nasty by any measure and Nate felt
masculine and strong as he got and gave.  Soon both Grandpa and Mattie were
kneeling and Nate went from one to the other. Two uncut dicks in his
mouth. Nate didn't mind.  He enjoyed sucking dicks and looked forward to
spending hours doing this, long ans slow and leisurely.

	First Grandpa fucked him and then Mattie.  Mattie was bigger dicked
than Grandpa but it no longer hurt.  He wasn't being ripped apart. In fact,
it felt good from the very start.  He could look Grandpa in the eyes as he
violated him, know his lust and then see his face as he unloaded into
Nate's ass.  Then Mattie slid in, the semen all ready there as a lubricant.
By now, Nate was lost, wanting it. Needing it in a way that he couldn't
explain.  Mattie went straight in, slow but steady until he was fully in.
Nate shivered.  It was anticipated pleasure and his sphincter tightened
around it.  Mattie gaspeed. IT felt good for him too. But Nate was hard and
he stroked it until Mattie reached down and took his cock in his hands even
as he butt fucked his teenage lover. It was slow at first and then it
wasn't.  Gentle until that burned away.

	Mattie's face was contorted and screwed in as he built toward
orgasm but Nate was too far gone. He exploded, coating himself in pearly
white cream. Mattie, seeing it, went to town, falling over him and butting
fucking like a piston. Nate thought he would die.  Die but die happy.  Then
Mattie came. That left Nate short.  Horned up and needing release in a
severe way but having been stopped short.  He flogged it hard and fast,
wanting the relief of orgasm.  He could barely breathe and his heart had
all but stopped as his entire body was settled solely into his dick.  Then,
in an explosion of pure satisfaction, Nate creamed himself.

	The morning light came through the window and the humidity just
heated it up more.  Nate stirred awake. wanting little more than to stay
asleep. The bed was suspiciously empty as Grandpa was up and about, so Nate
cuddled up next to Mattie instead.  Evemtually they had to surrender to the
light of day and struggle up.

	"Burning daylight" Grandpa said. dumping out bowls of grits for
them.

	"So?" Nate said

	'Lighting off the still today. We run the liquor today"

	"Cool" Mattie said with a smile.  He had been living for this day.

	Nate was indifferent but did whatever Grandpa wanted.  There was a
fire to be stoked and that involved carrying wood and splitting wood and
physical work.  Nate didn't mind that.  That sort of being given a task and
doing it gave him a sense of accomplishment.  The fire had to be the right
heat level.  Grandpa wanted the fire chunked easily and built to the right
intensity and he explained all of that to Mattie who listened intently.
All the connections were sealed up except the cap and the still was filled
nearly to the top before the fire was started.  It has hot and hard work.
As the liquid -- the beer -- heated, Mattie kept it stirred constantly.
Finally it came to a rolling boil and the cap was sealed on.

	When he could, Nate sank down and leaned against a tree to read the
book that Ian had given him. It was about a giant and his son but Nate had
trouble getting into it when Grandpa came and took it out of his hand.

	"Rabelais?  Where'dya get this?"

	"Ian gave it to me" Nate said

	"Hmm, that's like him.  He wants to be the intellectual.  So, he
gives you something you can't possibly understand. Start with
Crowley. Start with Levay and work your way up to Rabelais."

	"How do I do that?" Nate snapped back, annoyed that Grandpa was
insulting Ian.

	"I'll give you the fucking books.  You can read it and start to
learn."

	"So I can be a devil worshipper?"

	Grandpa laughed. "You really think there's a God or Satan. Some
spirit in the sky? Imaginary friend?  Looking over you, deciding the four
corners of right and wrong?  That's funny.  Do what you will, Nate.  Do
what you will.  Same way that Jesus said 'Our Father who art in heaven,
they will be done' Fuck that.  Your will.  Discuver your true will and then
pursue it like a motherfucker.  That's the only way you can be true to
yourself, true to others and true to the universe."

	Suddenly, the still started thumping loudly.  It was startling and
it could be heard from a distance, Nate was sure.  He jumped when it
started.  Grandpa put a container under the condenser end with a funnel
lined with clothe.  A surge of pure clear liquid flowed out but Grandpa
wasn't interested with this.  It went to a trickle and he tossed it aside.
Then there was a second surge of liquid.

	"She's coming for good" Grandpa said.

	Mattie grinned. "Is it good"

	"This is for the backings.  The second run will be good whiskey"

	They had to do it again for the second run and it was work.  But
there was a fourth and a fifth and a sixth and a seventh.  All in all it
was about 10 gallons of whiskey.  Nate tried a small sip and it was fiery
hot and burned like all get out.

	Mattie laughed.  Grandpa said, "It's near about 200 proof.  It'll
have to be cut"

	"With creek water?"  Mattie asked.

	"Our creek, our whiskey"

	After that it was smooth and actually just tasted of creek water
but warm and glowing.  Nate liked it and Mattie was proud of their effort.
By the time, they went back toward camp Nate was feeling loose and free.

	"You say you don't even believe in God but you believe in the
Devil, in Lucifer?"

	"I believe in freedom, boy. Lucifer is a symbol.  The light
bringer.  The morning star.  The one that brings fire and light and
pleasure and freedom. Or maybe there are gods and he is the true one and
the one you've worshipped the evil one?"

	"What?"

	"Good ole God, he's for slavery and against women and don't want
boys fucking and for killing and stoning and shit.  Maybe he's evil."

	"So, if none of it is even real," Nate stammered as he walked,
trying to fit it together. "how do you do the things you do?"

	"Who says I do anything?" Grandpa said

	"You do" Mattie said.  "Tempest only comes when you're not there"

	"Right" Nate said, glad that someone else noticed.

	Gramdpa just laughed and they went along.They were trudging a load,
80 pounds between them and Nate was happy to round the corner of the path
to the clearing.  As they did, though, there were two men sitting on the
platform, waiting.  They stood up as the trio entered and Nate could see
that they were naked.  Bearded, hairy chested, long haired and naked.  They
were broad shouldered, narrow hipped, bulging biceps, big fat veins and
very much naked.  He couldn't help but look.

	"Hello boys" Grandpa called out.

	The lead one, who looked white while the other one was probably
Filipino Nate thought, nodded a split second before his partner.  "Respect"
he said

	"You heard the thumping?" Grandpa said as they neared him.

	The lead one just nodded.  "We want to offer you a trade"

	"Liqour for what?"

	"A gallon for some shrooms.  Or two gallons for more shrooms"

	Grandpa grinned.  "Maybe I should protect these boys innocence and
keep them away from such things."

	"That's the offer" the Filipino said.

	Grandpa nodded. "No disrespect, Gonzalez.  Just fucking with Josh.
2 gallons and whatever shrooms you think enough is good"

	They had a bag and handed it to Grandpa who parted with two gallons
of liqour.  The white one, Josh, looked Nate over to the point that was
obvious but Nate didn't break his gaze.

	"The blonde one is your sort mostly but the other one is our sort"
he said. "But don't neither one them need or want a woman."

	Grandpa smiled.  "Mattie will be ... well, Mattie is my kind for
sure but Nate, he's got quite a journey ahead a him.  i reckon he might end
up with you but then again may be not.  The future is cloudy."

	Josh shrugged and looked at Gonzalez. Gonzalez said to Nate. "You
were almost brave enough to make it where we are just before.  When you do,
you'll be welcome."