Viscious Nature - Chapter 9 - Threesome

Chapter 9 - Threesome

The old door, decades of paint peeling from its surface slowly opens, creaking on hinges begging for oil.

Peering through a small hole, a knot in the wood really, Jed has a clear view from his hiding spot in his boyhood bedroom to the front porch and door. He had left all of the outside lights off when he got here hoping not to alert any passerby to him being there. To what end he has no idea, normally no one would ever come near this place, not even the occasional fisherman or hunter on the lookout for ripe harvesting grounds. Now, goose bumps race along his arms with the anticipation of his hide being removed from his yet living body, he could kick himself in the ass. “Idiot” he thinks to himself, “them fucked up brothers of MaryAnn are gonna have fun with you tonight.”

He could see a body, a shape darker than the shadows standing on the porch in front of the door. The figure presented to him was baffling, it was tall, a head could be discerned on a long neck that met with broad shoulders but there were no arms? Its body widened at the middle, a huge barrel chest? Below, he thought he could see four legs, the front ones shorter and massive in girth compared to the rear. The lamp in the living room was placed such that the light escaping the sole window of the room was directed towards him, not blinding him but putting everything behind it in a deeper darkness.

His breathing stops,… his heart stops, “what the hell is this? It ain’t no fucking bear that I have ever seen.” His thoughts race as the hair at the nape of his neck stand instantly on end. The head of the beast sways this way and that as though trying to look into that lonely window in the living room then ducks into the door way.

He has a gun in the cabin, one above the open door way from the kitchen into the living room, an old two barrel twelve gauge shot gun that his Granddad used to hunt grouse with. The bullets are stashed in the dresser under the tv though and no way to get to them without being seen by that monstrosity outside. The gun hasn’t been shot in years, maybe decades but his mind now rotates as to how to get to it without alluding to his presence.

The creaking squeals into the house, the door swinging open. He watches as those massive black legs swing into his house, the floor boards cracking and barking at the shifting of the things weight. The barrel chest for a moment blocks out the dark grey of the doorway trim as it disappears into his house. The front half of the beast’s body, stout and bulky had just separated from the head and slender midsection? He can’t believe what his eyes are seeing! There on the porch now appeared to be a lone person, slim and tall, not moving. He blinks his eyes, and thinks, I haven’t had a drop of liquor since I got here.

“Jed? Jed are you here?”, a voice as sweet as honey flows into the room.

“Ah crap.” Like a light being turned on it all made sense. MaryAnn, though she has only been to this cabin once before on a date where he intended to scare her and then fuck her brains out, has found her way to his hide-away again.

“Jed, I know you are here. We found your car at the end of the drive way.” Her voice singing into the poorly lit living room, “You left the light on.”

“Fuck” He knew he had been found.

Stealthily he gets out of his hiding spot behind the secret sliding wall inside his closet, careful to close the doors behind him and quietly returns to the living room.

“Whose that with you?” he asks, checking his zipper before he walks out of the shadow of the hallway into the livingroom.

He can see her face frown in disbelief, “How do you know I am not alone?” Her fatty double chin pinching to one side as cocks her head.

“I heard two sets of footsteps when you got on the porch. Is that ol’ Chucky with you, that fagot mother fucker that has taken you from me?” Jed couldn’t tell from looking through his peep hole but to judge from his last impression, it had to be him.

“It’s me Jed” Ducking below the edge of the door way Chuck enters the room. His long straight hair neatly combed flow back over his shoulders. Pretty green eyes peer out over a long slender and cleanly shaven face, a face almost feminine. He wore a black T-shirt, the faces of the stars of some rock band shouting at those that might look at it, and long blue jeans that stop just short of his glassy black shoes.

Hurt and surprised at once that these two should show up after kicking him out of MaryAnn’s house was almost an insult. She admitted as much to having an affair with this frail fuck, admitted that she had more fun with Chuck that she ever had with him.

“What do you fuckers want? And I mean fuckers, that’s all you want from each other anyways.” It was more or less a sneer but to MaryAnn who knew him well, the question was full of pain.

“You have it all wrong Jed, you didn’t want to listen. You just wanted to hear what you wanted.” She tries to explain.

“Fuck you, you said you were having more fun with him. So keep fucking him and leave me alone, just git the fuck outta here.” Jed’s statement was with conviction but not what he wanted. He wanted things to stay as they were. Have his MaryAnn be there for him and him alone.

“Jed, God dammit, would you listen to her.” Chucks high pitched voice would turn the head of any man. It belonged to a man but sounded more like a boy. It is kind of like seeing a man of normal size, dressed normal, normal in every way one can imagine and then when he talks it is like the rolling of thunder, the growl of a bear, the sound of a rolling earth quake. It makes you look twice.

“You are absolutely right Jed,… He is one hundred percent gay, a homosexual, a butt fucker that is not interested in women nor the slit between their legs. Did you hear me now?” MaryAnn blurts out the words nearly stumbling on them.

“I am NOT fucking this man, least ways not like you think I am.” Her words hit Jed like a sack of bricks.

“What the hell do you mean you ain’t fucking him? I walked in on both of you and ya were butt ass naked in that bed of yours. For fucking crying out loud, he was holding a fucking vibrator in his hand, don’t tell me he was using it on himself?” Disbelief is written all over his face as he tries to digest the shit that is being fed to him.