Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2017 11:43:54 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dionysius Chapter 12

				 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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				  TWELVE


	Dylan made it back before Cass did.  Since he had only rarely worn
clothes over the last few days, he had less to do to unpack than he had
thought he would.  So he had a couple of hours alone to think about what
had happened.  It had been an amazing experience, one he wouldn't trade for
the world.  There were a couple of things that surprised him about himself.
The first was that he felt no guilt or shame about it.  His background and
the teachings of the church should have left him wracked with guilt and
shame.  Premarital sex was wrong and shameful on its own and gay sex was
beyond the pale.  But he simply didn't care.  It had been great and he knew
he would be doing that again.  Somewhere in the dim memory, Dylan recalled
reading that 98% of all people will become sexually active at some point in
their lives and now he knew why.  He also knew why they laid so much shame
onto premarital sex.  Once someone has tasted that particular forbidden
fruit, they go back for more.  Nobody, it seems, has sex as a one off
thing.  He knew why: it felt too good.

	The second thing that surprised him was that he hadn't fallen head
over heels in love with Alex.  He had affection toward him; he cared about
him but he wasn't sure it was love.  He wanted to have an ongoing
relationship with him, to be sure, but the idea of Alex being monogamous
was absurd.  As it should be, Dylan thought.  He would be insulted if he
choose another boy to sleep with but the idea of him with a girl troubled
him not.  For his own part, Dylan knew that Alex would not be the only
person he would ever want to fuck.  All of the Dionysus boys that he knew
of – Dave, Carlos, the twins, even Cass – were all bisexual or,in
Dave's case, almost entirely gay.  They were all good looking.  He wouldn't
mind doing it with any of them, perhaps not Cass.  Cass was incredibly sexy
and gorgeous but he didn't want to mess up their friendship.

	Dylan was sleeping when Cass got there.  Cass tried to be quiet but
failed, waking Dylan up.  Propped up on his elbows on the top bunk, Dylan
peered down at Cass and said, "Did you have a good time?"

	"Yeah, it was great, actually. I'm totally tapped out though.  How
about you?"

	"The same.  I could sleep for days.  But it was great, beyond great
to tell you the truth."

	"What did you guys do?" Cass asked, slinging his clothes aside.

	"I found out why people are so into having sex, for one thing."
Dylan said with a sly smile.

	"Really?  You got laid?"

	"Went through a box of a dozen."

	"Seriously?" Cass asked.  "That's cool, dude.  You liked it
obviously."

	Dylan nodded.  "Oh, yeah.  I see what the big deal is."

	"That is totally cool, dude.  I'm happy for you."

	"It was about time, right?" Dylan teased.


	"Well," Cass paused.  "It was time, put it like that.  You were
about to go crazy."

	"Yeah," Dylan admitted.  "So how serious is this thing with
Nicole?"

	Cass pulled off his clothes and pulled off his underwear.  Dylan
felt himself becoming aroused.  He had seen Cass naked before in the shower
and had thought that he had an outstanding body but the intimacy of being
in a small room naked pushed a button.  "I don't know," Cass said, crawling
in bed. "Not too serious, I don't think. But I do like fucking her. How
serious is this thing with Alex"

	"I don't know," Dylan replied.  "Go to sleep, stud.  I'll see you
tomorrow."

	Over the next week or so, their relationship grew to be an easy
give and take.  A couple of nights, Cass slept apart, presumably with
Nicole.  Dylan slept over with Alex a few times, leaving the room to Cass.
He gathered from hall scuttlebutt that on those nights, Cass and Nicole
slept together along with another person or two sometimes.  He was happy
enough with that arrangement.  Both of them were getting what they wanted.

	Dylan found that he liked Alex's roommate and erstwhile brother,
Simon, a lot.  Of course, he was good looking: chocolate milk skin, great
body, some evidence of a big dick.  But he was far more interested in girls
than boys it seemed, although he didn't begrudge Alex his pleasures.  He
was also funny and smart.  Dylan had spent 4 nights over there and Simon
would regale him and his girlfriend Shontae with stories of him and Alex
growing up.  Their mothers had been lesbian lovers so that had marked them
out among the other kids as weird and strange, something young children
hate.  The response from Alex and Simon had been to draw closer.  Their
personalities complemented each other's and they had gotten into any number
of adventures.  It seemed that college hadn't slowed that down much as
Simon was a dedicated hedonist, unashamedly.  He was so free and open that
it was impossible to not like him.

	But there was still a quality of being on the outside looking in
that bothered Dylan.  He guessed that Simon was a member too and Dylan was
beginning to resent the fact that he wasn't.  He didn't mention it to Alex
since he didn't want to seem needy.  After all, he didn't want to mess up
the good sex they were having.  Then on the Friday before Halloween, Alex
called him on his cell and told him that he was going to a Halloween party
that night.  It was less an invitation than an order and Dylan instantly
decided to resist.  He figured it was the same party that Cass had been
preparing for all week.  He protested that he didn't have a costume so it
was out of the question.  Alex assured him that he wouldn't need one.  When
Dylan pressed him for the details, Alex told him it was a closed party,
invitation only, and it would be with the hardcore party people.  Dylan
assumed that meant Dionysus.  Reluctantly, he agreed.

	For some reason, he didn't tell Cass he was going.  He thought he
would just surprise him.  He got to Alex's apartment just after 6 and saw
that Simon was all ready dressed in his costume. He was going as a white
boy, his face and body painted a sheer white with body paint.  He dressed
in khaki's and a button down and had a Trump button on.  Alex was dressed
in paint smeared Dickie's and a gray T shirt, his usual work clothes when
he painted or did glass work.  Dylan watched Alex as he gave a sugar cube
to Simon and one to Shontae.

	"What is that?" Dylan asked.

	"We have one for you, too." Alex looked up.  "It's LSD"

	"Um, are you sure?  I mean I'm sure that it is that but are you
sure that you want me to do it?"

	"This is the night to do it" Simon said as he put the sugar cube in
his mouth.

	Alex held out the cube toward him.  "It's the next step on the road
to ruin.  This is one night to be as wickedly fucked up as you can be."

	Dylan held the sugar cube gingerly in this hand.  Alex popped two
in his mouth.  "Let it dissolve and then swallow it."

	He did it, swishing the sugary mixture around in his mouth before
swallowing.  For better or worse, it was in his system now.  He felt
nothing though.  He felt the same.  "What's supposed to happen?"

	"Nothing for a little while," Alex said.  "Then a whole new
perspective on life."

	It took a few minutes to gather up their things, primarily for
Shontae to find everything she needed.  Then they headed out on foot.  It
was about a 10 minute walk, from one side of the campus to other, going
past Dylan's dorm.  Crossing Coleman Avenue, they met up with another wad
of people and Alex and Simon stopped to talk to them.  By the time they
moved on, it had been more than 20 minutes since he took and Dylan felt the
same as he ever did.  Maybe ever so slightly anxious.  Still, the dying of
the day was particularly beautiful with long shadows and the coolness of
impending night.  Maybe, just maybe, his vision was a little more acute
than normal but nothing more than that.  They walked two blocks to the far
corner of the park that fronted the Dub.  It was a 2 story blue and white
house.  Dylan looked at closely.  He had passed this way practically every
day running and had never noticed the house at all.  He decided it was an
architectural gem and the light blue was perfect.

	A guy in sunglasses stood by the door.  Alex told the guy who Dylan
was and the guy motioned them inside.  Dylan looked around and saw a large,
muscular black guy in the front yard dressed in fatigues. He seemed to be
patrolling.  They entered into a central hallway dominated by a staircase.
In the large rooms to either side where knots of people talking and
laughing, some were dressed in costumes and others weren't.  Dylan followed
Alex into the room on the left which was decorated in cheesy paper
decorations, like they had in elementary school, and also had a punch bowl
with smoke from dry ice bellowing out from it.  Next to it was a silver
platter with sugar cubes piled up.  Dylan stood there, watching the dry ice
smoke waft out.  The everchanging nature of the smoke as it reacted to the
movements in the air was fascinating.

	"Don't eat the sugar cubes" Alex whispered.  "Too much of a good
thing."

	Dylan spun around toward the sound of the voice and the whole room
shifted, leaving contrails drifting behind them.  I don't feel right, he
thought.  This isn't real.  Nothing was the way it was supposed to be.  The
voices of the people talking were too loud and they weren't speaking in
English. Or maybe they were. The colors were too vibrant to be real.  He
looked down and the grain of the hardwood floor appeared as water.  Dylan
jumped up ever so slightly just to see the ripple pattern of the floor.
This is bizarre, he thought, otherworldly.  He stomped again and again just
to cause the floor to buckle and ripple. He looked up suddenly, realizing
that what he was doing wasn't normal.  He imagined that he was being stared
at but shook that off. He thought he probably wasn't or maybe he was. Who
knew?  He wasn't paranoid exactly just very self aware. He was aware of his
body too, the sensation of it seemed to be almost buzzing.  He seemed
energetic too, more than he should be.  Not unpleasant but weird.

	Dylan realized that he lost track of Alex.  He thought maybe he
ought to find him since he was here as his guest, in what he supposed was
the very den of iniquity.  He edged his way through the crowd in the room,
hearing snippets of conversation that made absolutely no sense.  He found
himself back in the hall and, logically, should have gone into the other
front room but he didn't.  That room wasn't the one calling him.  He needed
to go down the hall instead.

	In the hallway, just behind the stairs, rubber snakes were hung
from the ceiling.  Dylan hated snakes.  He had a morbid fear of them and
would gladly shoot a snake on sight, even a harmless grass snake.  They
were all evil, every one.  He knew that they were rubber snakes and not
real, what with the gaudy paint and lifeless bodies.  It took him forever
to negotiate around them to get to the room they guarded, the room he
needed to get to.  It wasn't fear he felt but respect.  Lifeless though
they were, the space they inhabited must be respected.  He didn't want to
disturb their deathless nature.  Finally, he made it to the door and
entered.  Inside that room was dark as night.  A disco ball hung from the
ceiling, spinning and sending out little dots of light to speed recklessly
across the wall.  There was a recliner positioned just below the disco
ball.  Dylan sank into the chair and felt the weight leave him.  He lost
himself in the galaxy of light playing across the breathing wall.  He felt
as if the real part of himself was just slightly out of phase with the mass
of matter that made up his body.  He felt as if he was an inch or two away
from himself, looking on with sympathetic fascination at the corporeal
being that proclaim itself to be himself.  He couldn't explain it but
sitting in that chair, the boundary between self and not self blurred to
almost insignificance.

	Dennis the Judicial Council guy was standing in front of him.  "The
dog yellow and blue has the electric brain."

	"Okay," Dylan replied.  Clearly he didn't know what he was talking
about. No dog has an electric brain.

	"Did you come with Alex?" Dennis said, accentuating every word.

	"Yes"

	"Where is he?"

	"I suppose within himself," Dylan answered.  It seemed an
extraordinarily silly question.  "On Earth, maybe?"

	"Monkey brain banana" Dennis said. He appeared annoyed.

	"Banana" Dylan decided.  A monkey brain wouldn't do at all.

	"Stay here" Dennis said.

	"Yeah" Dylan agreed.  But the lights disappointed.  Their very
plasticity and regularity speeding around the wall seemed forced to him.
He had to decide between the phony quarks of white light, all the colors of
the spectrum forced unwillingly together, and the tedious trek between the
snakes.  Still trapped in indecision, Dylan saw Cass and Nicole walk in.
Cass walked up to him, grabbed his face with his hands and stared deeply
into his eyes, shaded by the darkness of the room.  Then he smiled and they
embraced.  Nicole hugged him.

	"How hard are you tripping?" she asked.

	"I don't know.  Honestly.  There is a war between good and evil."

	Cass was staring at a wall.  "Who's winning?"

	"No one.  They fight forever," Dylan said, turning toward him,
wanting him to understand.  "It's death match between immortals"

	"Yeah, that's true" Cass said.  Dylan felt profound relief that he
understood.

	"Come on, we're going upstairs"

	"Not the snakes again?" Cass pleaded with her.

	"If I find out which fucking fuck put those fucking snakes up, I'll
rip their fucking balls off," Nicole said, clenching her fists.  "They're
not real."

	"I know" Cass said.

	Still they were real in the sense that they did exist and, again,
their space had to be respected.  But now the whole house was ablaze in
color and light.  The geometric pattern in the baseboard was recycling and
moving like a corkscrew.  The rough ridges of the wall dripped and reshaped
themselves.  It was brilliant.  Both he and Cass stared, their mouths
agape, at the wall.  Nicole forced them to move and obediently they did.
At the top of the stairs, Cass sank down and sat on the landing, his legs
between the columns supporting the banister.  Dylan sat beside him.  He
watched the people below in clinical fascination.  Some were playing their
little, narrow psychological games, prisoners of their own id and ego. Some
were undertaking their own comic opera courting rituals.  Others were
fellow travelers, lost in the beauty and the revelry of the moment.  Dylan
felt a kinship to them.  But they were all fascinating.

	"Where have you been?" Alex cried.  He sank to his knees behind
Dylan and grabbed him hard.

	"Here and before that, there"

	"I was worried."

	"Why?" Dylan asked him.  It confused him that Alex should worry.

	"How you were handling it"

	Dylan thought about it.  How was he handling it?  How do you handle
the perfect clarity of seeing things as they really are?  "I was handling
it the only way I knew how" he answered.  "Do we have to stay right here?"

	Dylan struggled up and continued up the stairs beyond the landing.
Cass followed him and they found Nicole at the top.  They went into a
bedroom.  It was simple and plain but alive with possibilities.  Dylan
wondered how many people had made love of that bed and thought it an
honorable thing.  Nicole soon left and the three of them lay on the bed,
very closely together.

	"It was fear that did it.  The whole point of religion is to
explain the unknowable, what happens after death.  Heaven, hell, the circle
of life, all answers to the same question. But no one knows.  So we create
God after our own image.  Those that are narrow and cruel have a God to
suit them and those that are open and forgiving have a God to suit them."
Dylan said.

	"So it's not true at all" Cass replied, staring up at the ceiling.
The music from down below was permeating up through the floorboards.

	"Define truth.  What I'm experiencing and seeing doesn't actually
exist but it's true nonetheless."

	"Yeah" Alex said.

	He had no idea how long they were there in the bed together, their
bodies, or at least the physical form of their bodies, next to each other,
lost in the visual explosion and the reflected music.  He was aware that it
was coming in waves now.  There were times when it seemed almost normal and
then another wave of balls on hallucination.  Dylan became convinced that
he no longer wanted to be where he was.

	"Why are we here?" Dylan asked.

	"Metaphysically?" Alex asked, propping up to look at him

	"Let's go"

	They headed back downstairs, Dylan in an almost normal interlude.
Of course, normal is relative.  Compared to the other state, he was normal
but not when compared to the mass of humanity.  The party below wasn't
raucous.  There were no drunks yelling and screaming.  In fact, it was
subdued, with people mostly just lounging about, absorbed in their own
minds.  It was quieter than it had been earlier as the acid that they took
had kicked in.  Dylan lead them down the hall and out the front door.  He
emerged into the night air.  The coolness and the rich dark purple of the
night seemed inviting.

	The guy at the door had his sunglasses off now.  He looked at them
and asked, "You leaving?"

	Alex said they were.  The guy said, "Jamel will take you."

	One of the big burly men patrolling the outside walked up. The guy
picked up his clipboard and asked Alex if all of them were going to his
place.  When Alex said that they were, the guy said, "He lives on Adams
Street, directly across from the baseball field, 2426 Adams. Thanks."

	They got into a Lincoln Navigator and Jamel took off, turning right
on Coleman and then taking the left fork on Montpelier.  He turned left on
Linden and drove on the road that circled campus before turning back on
Adams. He pulled up in front of Alex's apartment.  "Thanks, man" Alex told
him.

	"Everybody gets home safe. That's what you paying for." Jamel said.

	Once they were out, he turned around and sped off back to the
house.  They went inside and found a place to crash for a while.  Alex
turned on some music and they lost themselves in it. After a while, Simon
and Shontae came back and after a few words went to Simon's bedroom.
Eventually, it seemed as if the drug had worn off mostly and Dylan was
tired.  It was after 3 o'clock before he and Alex went to bed.  Cass
crashed on the couch.

	Monday afternoon, Dylan had finished working out at the UC when he
saw Dennis, the Judicial Council guy, sitting at a table sipping a smoothie
and reading a book.  Dylan went over to him.  "Mind if I join you?"

	Dennis looked up and motioned him to sit.  "You were pretty fucked
up Friday"

	"Yeah, it was my first time doing that.  You seemed pretty
together, though."

	"It was my turn to be on safety sitter duty.  It sucks because
that's the party I look forward too.  Well, there's a similar party in
January.  You never have to be sober for both." Dennis said, sucking up his
smoothie.  He was being pretty casual about it.  "If you hang around with
Alex, though, it won't be your last."

	"Can I ask you a question?  Why did you join?"

	Dennis laughed.  "I could sit here and bullshit you by saying I
don't know what you're talking about.  That would be the approved way to do
it.  But I think you're past that.  Boyfriends and girlfriends tend to find
out, at least about the general outline of what goes on.  So, I'll answer
your question.  Most of the members were on the Watch List, people that
were recommended by other members.  I wasn't.  I was added by your
roommate's older brother to the Spring Class.  The Spring Class sweeps up
the people they missed that should be members but weren't on the Watch List
plus a couple of people that are added by officers for whatever reason.
Mostly because they think we'll be useful in the future.  It's not a bad
trade-off.  You get to have more fun than you should for a few years and
then you walk away."

	"But why did you join?"

	"I came out when I was 15.  People, like my parents or my friends,
`tolerated' it.  They `accepted' it.  But to them I was still strange and
different.  They talked about me behind my back but, to my face, they were
polite and correct.  Then I found a group that doesn't `tolerate' or
`accept', they celebrate it.  They believe in epic experimentation, in
finding yourself by pushing the limits of civilized society.  You know,
this is a pretty conservative campus. It is full of little Republicans
running around trying to decide if they are better off getting a finance
degree or an accounting degree.  What I found was that the interesting
people were members.  That's why."

	"Thanks," Dylan said.  "That helps."

	"Can I ask you a question?  You do know that you are being guided
toward membership, right?  Alex is an officer."

	"I didn't know he was an officer.  No, I didn't really know that I
was being guided toward anything but it doesn't surprise me.  Thanks for
telling me."

	Dennis held his cup up in a mock toast.  "Ye shall know the truth
and the truth shall set you free."

	Dylan got up and began to walk away.  "Why did they pick you to be
the one that told me?  Wouldn't it have been easier to have Cass do it?
You were sent here to do that, right?"

	"Absolutely," Dennis said, smiling.  "You're pretty quick.  Because
Cass doesn't want you to join.  He's worried about your virtue.  He thinks
you are an innocent and he feels protective of you.  Couldn't send Alex
either because he's in love with you."

	"So who's behind it? You?" Dylan asked.  He would have had his
money on Alex but apparently not.

	Dennis shook his head no.  "That's not important right now.  What
is important is whether we've chosen well.  But time will tell."