DIONYSIUS
By
Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin
Copyright 2017
DISCLAIMER: This story is fiction. Any similarities to any persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental. This story involves consensual sexual activity between college students, both male and female, including bareback sex, group sex and bisexual activity. This story also has drug and alcohol use. If this is not your cup of tea, don't read it. If it is, enjoy.
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TWENTY
They headed south. This time, though, Dylan wasn't going home. He was going all the way with Alex, to meet his Dad. He was surprised when Alex got off on Exit 11, before the Florida line. He had expected it to be in North Florida in one of the backwater towns, no further than Jennings or Jaspar though, based on how long it usually took Alex to get there. He thought idly as Alex sped down the Madison Highway whether it would be as far as Pinetta. Then he remembered that Alex had a younger brother that went to Lowndes. That meant north of the Florida line. They sped through Clyattville, past the paper mill and the elementary school before turning on a dirt road just before the river.
"I probably could have blind folded you so you wouldn't know where we are but you know every goat path around here probably" Alex said
"Pretty much" Dylan answered. It was at best 12 miles from his home. He had passed by it countless times visiting his grandparents in Madison.
Alex barrelled down the dirt road, before rocketing off it at a bend and into a trail that led to a gate in the middle of the tree line. He stopped and punched in some numbers and the gate swung open.
"Just be cool and keep your hands visible at first, okay?" Alex instructed him. Dylan wondered what that meant exactly, realizing that he wouldn't have long to wait to find out.
They took off and flew down the path, basically a pair of ruts from vehicles, that opened into a clearing with an old farmhouse, two stories with a large front porch that wrapped half way around. Off to the side was another house, also old, a dog trot, and behind that a tobacco barn, an equipment shed and smaller utility house. Three trucks, one of them an ancient side step, were parked in front, along with a jeep and four wheel all terrain vehicle. It had the look of an unprosperous farm from a bygone era. There were no electricity lines running to the house.
Alex eased up from the jeep. "Okay, Jimmy, wherever you are, it's cool. He's with me."
"Who's Jimmy?" Dylan asked
"The guy with a high powered rifle aiming at your head. You can see the red dot. Stick your hands up slowly"
Alarmed, his heart pounding, Dylan did.
"Okay, we're cool. You can get out now" Alex called out.
Out from the dog trot a man stood up, holding a rifle. He had been in the prone position. He was large and lean, bearded and tough looking. He gave Alex a nod. Just then, the screen door exploded and a woman of indeterminate age but older than them and appearing to Dylan to be one of any redneck women that he had known came out on the porch.
"Get your narrow ass up here, cocksucker. I want to meet the boyfriend" she called out.
Alex motioned with his head and they trooped up to the porch. She grabbed Alex up in a big hug and then bear hugged Dylan, who a good Southern boy responded by hugging back.
"Betty Jean, this is Dylan. Dylan, this is my Dad's longest suffering sexual partner and common law wife"
"And mother of a brace of brothers and sisters" she roared loudly. "So your the one that's turned him queer, huh? You're skinny enough to be hung like a horse, am I right? Which one of is the husband and which one is wife?"
Dylan looked at Alex, offended. Alex laughed.
"I'm just fucking with you. I gotta room all made up for you two. You don't mind sharing a bed, do you?"
"No" Dylan said.
"I made Danny oil the springs so they wouldn't squeak. I know about teenage boys and fucking. Oh, Nicky's out back in the garden, planting taters"
The boy out working in the chilly February air had a definite resemblence to Alex, same bone structure, blond hair but lankier and a bit taller. A younger version of Alex. He looked up and saw Alex, grinned broadly, got up and ran toward his brother, taking him in a bear hug.
"Dylan, this is my brother, Nicky. My only full sibling. I have a lot of half siblings. Cass helped out springing him from my grandfather, the other grandfather, not JD."
Nicky stuck out his hand. "So, you're the Christian?"
"Not so much anymore" Dylan said, shaking it.
"Yeah. Cass's roommate though. YOu ever hook up with him?"
Dylan looked sheepishly at Alex. "Not really, I sucked his dick once"
"Yeah, me too. He's hot."
"You're gay?" Dylan asked.
"Nah, like my big brother. My family, we're not so binary, you know?"
"Happy here?" Alex asked.
"Yeah. Shit load better than, you know..."
A man came out from the tree line on the other side of the garden, bearing an AR-15 on his shoulder, dressed in Dickie's and a camouflage jacket. He moved with a purposeful stride and an easy grace, very similar to Alex. He was lean and somewhat lanky. He looked at the boys with an expressionless face as he strode toward them. Nobody spoke as he came up. As he got closer, he began to stare at Dylan.
"You're the boyfriend?" the man asked.
"You're the father?"
"Danny De Renne. J.D. likes you. Says that you are smart and that you don't take shit. So, why you hanging around Alexander?"
Dylan looked over at him. "Because I like having sex with him. And he has really good drugs."
Danny laughed and slapped on the back. "Good answer. Let's head back to the house and figure out the important shit. Like which one of my women is going to let me put my dick in her pussy and which one of my offspring has fucked up the most. Now that Alex is here, he can enter the contest"
On the way back, Dylan got the lay of the land, socially and sexually. Danny had Betty Jean but there were two other younger women that they shared. Nicky and Ian, soon to be a senior in high school, were the oldest of the brood with a younger brother, Karl, a middle schooler and his twin, Alisa, and a pair of elementary schoolers, Colin and Katie. Ian had a girlfriend and, apparently, Nicky since coming here to live had picked up a girlfriend too, the younger sister of one of his dad's lovers. From what Dylan could tell, though, the boys helping each other out wasn't uncommon nor did Dad blanch at having one of his girlfriends provide the odd favor to the boys either. Of course, drug and alcohol use was not a big deal either.
The evening meal was hearty but entirely fruits and vegetables. Everybody gathered around, as families used to, and tucked in, eating and laughing and talking. However, unlike farm families of old, the topics of conversation were sexual or drug related or partying or the like, usually laced with profanity. Afterwards, before dessert, Danny passed around a bowl. It was ass-kicking pot.
"So, if you don't mind a question, why are you joining Dionysius? Surely, it's not just because you got a woody for Alex." Danny said
Dylan thought about it. "I do but no. What is the proper reaction to either finding out or suspecting that everything you've been told is true is actually not? How do you frame morality if there is no external reference? Can you explore hedonism?"
"So, sex and partying as an intellectual endeavor?"
"No. It's sex and partying. I just discovered that I liked it"
Danny laughed. "Yeah that happens. Getting fucked and getting fucked up. Think of the things I could have done if I hadn't wanted those two."
"You could have been my grandfather Stafford" Nicky said
"Shut the fuck up. I'd never be that prick" Danny said
Dylan looked around. "Can't he figure out that Nicky is here? Isn't this kind of obvious?"
"They've all ready been and didn't find anything." Alex said. "Same way they don't find the drugs or the pot plants or the lab where he makes the entire world supply of LSD and a nice proportion of the world supply of MDMA and tryptamines and phenethalmines"
"I don't even know what those are" Dylan admitted.
"I am the Willy Wonka of psychedelic drugs. And on the one hand, I am the world's worst father and, on the other, the world's best. If you like sex and partying, of course."
"And you are paying for my dues and initiation to Dionysius. Why?"
Danny shrugged. "Now that you are not going to be a preacher, what are you going to be?"
"A lawyer probably"
"In my line of work, I may need a lawyer."
"In 6 years? Bullshit. You have a lawyer right now, right?"
"Sure" Danny said with a smile. "It could be that I figure, like Karma, having a bright young man feeling a sense of obligation could pay dividends one day, some way or another. Or it could be that it was important to Alex and I feel guilty for not doing more to keep him away from that prick. Does it matter?"
"Not really" Dylan admitted.
"Then let's have some pie" Danny said.
On toward late February and the night air was cool but not cold. Cold in South Georgia, which is not cold by ordinary standards of Yankees, comes only in short batches. They were comfortable sitting on the porch in shirt sleeves listening to Danny regale them with stories of his days in Dionysius and later, including jail. Stories of sex and drugs and partying, all delivered with gusto and pride and self-deprecation. Various children would filter in and out, participate for a while, take a tug at the homemade wine or something stronger, listen and laugh and move on. It was all free and easy and flowing. They made love that night in an upstairs room, Alex slowly and sensually fucking Dylan for hours. By the next morning, Dylan felt comfortable with the family but he needed to do the other half of his trip. To see his mom. It had been a while, now more than 2 months, since he had told her his secret and she had cried and tried to bargain it away.
Fortunately, it wasn't a long ride over. The house looked just as old and tired as ever, flat roofed and cinder block, small and dated. Although Alex's father lived in an old house too, it had charm. They pulled into the driveway, a grass path with cement tiles, and parked. Dylan went in first, announcing his presence. His mother, in the kitchen, smiled warmly but was less enthusiastic than in times past, but still hugged him. Alex followed in his wake.
"I guess you're the boyfriend, huh?"
"Yes ma'am. I guess I am" Alex answered.
"And I guess I have to get used to this, right?"
"Yeah, Mom, you do" Dylan answered.
"Well, let me make you boys something to eat. I guess you are probably hungry"
It was a feast. Fried steak, some in gravy and some not, which was Dylan's favorite; white rice that Dylan dumped the gravy on and some mustard; white acre peas; cornbread. It was delicious. Both boys tucked in. She gently grilled Alex during the meal and Alex gave her a heavily sanitized version of his life.
"I knew that something was up when you took that sailing holiday. I was just hoping it wasn't true. Praying it wasn't."
Alex looked at Dylan in a quick glace. "That wasn't your first clue, though, was it"
"No" she said. "I've known since you were young, Dylan. Well, maybe I didn't know but I thought that maybe. I just didn't want it to be"
"It's not the end of the world"
"It means I'll never be a grandmother" she said wistfully and then with a sad half smile.
"You never know" Dylan said
"And disease"
"We're careful" Dylan said
"Good. I'm glad. I do love you more than you will ever know."
The purpose of the trip was drugs, though. A shipment. Pounds of pot and bags of pills and powder. They got loaded up and headed back, driving carefully, no more than 9 miles over the speed limit and signalling all lane changes.
The Mardi Gras party was that Tuesday, Fat Tuesday, on toward the end of February and was another cool but comfortable night. It was in the parking lot of Harry's bar, a large enough space for the hundreds coming. And hundreds showed up. There was a half hearted attempt at checking ID's but it was pretty pro forma. There were three long tables in the parking lot. Two had food, single servings of jambalaya and beignets and the third, hurricane punch in addition to a half dozen kegs, all working over time. The Dionysius members had the beads, at least at first, purple, green and gold, and were handing them out, jokingly at first for a flash of tit or peek at dick.
Dylan, like Alex and Simon, had a mask. He also had a mission: get drunk enough to be carried home. He went for the Hurricanes, red fruit punch, limeade, OJ and a mix of rums. Potent, sweet and tangy. The first one hit the spot. The second did too. Soon he was glowing and happy.
He saw Cass in the distance and made his way to him.
"You gonna carry me home like I did you?" Dylan asked.
Cass laughed. "I vaguely remember but you were pretty fucked up too. So, yeah, I promise to be slightly less fucked up than you are and will get you home but don't you have a boyfriend to help you out?"
"Yeah, but he's not that reliable"
Cass laughed again. "Have fun. I'll catch you later"
And it was fun. He sipped on the third, figuring he might want to pace himself. Alex was high and being playful and the further he got into it the looser he got. After the fourth one, he was trying to get straight boys to show him their dick for beads but he got few offers.
"You're going to get your ass kicked" Alex chided him.
"Bring it on. They'll be embarassed, the fag stomping on 'em" Dylan said entirely too loudly.
"You drunk?"
"Getting there" Dylan answered, swaying a bit and having to catch himself.
"Okay, stud. Let me know"
There was a band playing, cranking it out in a sort of fusion of jazz and dance music, distinctly New Orleans sounding but with a hard edge. Dylan was grooving with it Cass came up behind him and grabbed. Sloppily, Dylan wrestled away from and turned to fight but seeing his roommate broke into a big grin. Alex was beside him and started laughing.
"My friend" Dylan cried out, hugging him.
"Your hammered" Cass said
"No shit, I'm wasted. But I'm getting another. You know, what if it turns out that I end up wilder than you? That'd be fucking ironic, huh? Maybe wilder than Alex too."
"Not likely"
"You making a dig at my boyfriend's character? I love him. I love him."
"You're drunk" Alex said.
"In vino veritas" Dylan said.
Alex got up next to him. "And I love you too. But we probably ought to get you home."
"Can we fuck?"
Cass snorted. "You created a monster"
Dylan looked at him. "I created myself. Fuck, I need to puke"