DIONYSIUS
By
Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin
Copyright 2016
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and involves sex between college students, both male and female, as well as drug and alcohol use. If this offends you, especially bisexuality, then please do not read. If you are not offended, please enjoy.
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CHAPTER 2
Cass had stared and studied the list a couple of times overnight. The pot wasn't a problem and neither was getting fucked in the ass. There are gay guys on campus that wouldn't mind fucking a well put together multiracial boy. He was even looking forward to it. Going to church stoned would just be boring but not a problem and neither was going to a party and getting drunk. Making a porno was a little more challenging. If pressed, he could set up a camera and jack off but he wanted it to be better than that. He wanted some high quality stroke material. Of course, the paper didn't say whether he was supposed to be an actor or the photographer but Cass figured that if he was going to be involved in a porno it would be front in of the camera. After all, most guys want to be porn stars anyway. His real problem was the two three-ways. He had a month to have them when he hadn't had a three-way of any kind in the four years of his active sex life. Plus, it didn't seem like they were going to have these things all set up for him.
After lunch on Saturday, he got a call from Alex wanting to know if he wanted to go out drinking. Never one to pass up a good time, Cass agreed. Alex and Simon picked him up outside his dorm in Alex's gray jeep and they sped off to a bar called Harry's, which is a campus landmark. Getting there from campus is actually a pain in the ass by car even if it is only 3 blocks on foot. Alex went around the park across the street, fronting the main Quad, sped down a side street for two blocks. Since Forsyth is one way, he went another two blocks to turn on Hardeman and make the block, and then up Forsyth to pull into Harry's. It was a dive bar, known for cheap drinks and a relaxed attitude about carding. That made it popular with students, three quarters of whom are underage. The other selling point for Dub students is that at worst they could stumble home on foot. Harry's is the only bar within stumbling radius. The story was that the cops knew it and they patrolled pretty heavily, liberally passing out public intoxication tickets, which are a buck fifty a piece, a nice little revenue generator for the city.
Even though there was a doorman at the door, they slid in without being carded with a mere nod of the head from Alex and Simon. The bar wasn't crowded yet since it was still early but there were people there. The front room was dominated by the bar along one wall with booths and tables along the opposite wall. The place had the faint odor of stale beer. Down the hallway, beyond the kitchen, was the back room with pool tables. Simon and Cass settled into a booth and Alex arrived bearing three longneck Budweiser's.
"Can I ask a question?" Cass asked as Alex plopped down into the booth opposite him, sitting next to Simon. They were facing the door. "Is it worth it, really?"
Simon grinned. "Definitely. If you want to enjoy being at college, that is."
"99% have to choose between quality and quantity. We don't. We get both." Alex said.
Cass wasn't sure what he meant by that but didn't get a chance for an explanation. A good looking guy in his mid twenties with his blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail came up to the booth holding another round of beers. Alex and Simon greeted him warmly and the guy slid into the booth next to Cass.
"Harry, this is our new friend, Cass Morgan." Simon said.
Harry sized him up and seemed satisfied with what he saw. "I brought some beer in honor of new friends."
"I don't care what anybody says Harry, you're a cool guy." Alex said, tipping the first bottle back and draining it down. He picked up the second bottle and made a mock toast. "To Harry, owner of the shittiest bar in town."
"You can suck my dick, you little shit," Harry shot back but in a friendly tone. He picked up a bottle and tapped it against Alex's beer. "Again"
"Not a problem. Isn't big enough to gag on. Want me to crawl under the table and do it here?"
Harry turned to Cass. "You sure you want to hang with these two losers?"
"Didn't have anything better to do," Cass answered.
"Bullshit. Big black eyes and you got that multi-ethnic thing going on. What are you exactly?"
"White, black, Thai, Brazillian" Cass answered.
"Dex is more Asian" Harry said.
"Half brother. His mother is Filipino" He wasn't surprised that Harry knew Dex. Dex, he thought, was something of a legend. It did confirm for him that Harry was a member too.
"Buzz cut suits you. And you're in luck, tonight is newbie's drink free night."
Before Cass could say anything, Alex jumped in, "Let's go shoot some pool. Otherwise Harry would probably rape you right here. You coming, Sime?"
"No, go ahead. I'm meeting Shontae."
Alex motioned for them to go to the back and Harry trailed along with them. At the kitchen, Harry split off, telling Alex to get with him before he left. Walking into the back, they claimed an unused table. The balls clattered out and Alex started racking them up.
"Who is Shontae?"
"His so-called girlfriend"
"Does she know?" Cass asked
"Fuck no. Not any of her fucking business really. Just because he gets his freak on with us doesn't mean she isn't getting her injection regularly. It's not like she hasn't spread her legs for other people. Besides she likes the high quality party favors, if you know what I mean. Oh, just for shits and giggles, what do you think about Harry?"
"He seems pretty cool. " Cass said.
Alex broke. The balls clanged loudly and a stripe fell in. He moved around and slammed the 10 ball in the side, putting just enough spin on it to drop the 12 in the other side pocket. He missed on the 14. Standing there with his cue, Alex smiled mischievously, "Yeah well, him and me are going to help you out with one of your projects."
Cass was momentarily annoyed that Alex has talking to him while he shot but he made the 3 ball anyway. "Oh yeah? Should I guess which one?"
As Cass was lining up a shot on the opposite corner with the 6 ball, Alex leaned over him and whispered, "Well, Harry is a total fag and he likes twinks. I happen to know that you need to learn how to get off with things up your ass. So we're going to fuck you silly. You just need a couple of beers to loosen up and then the real party starts."
Cass popped the ball in the pocket. Straightening himself and lining up the one ball, he said, "Not much for seduction, are you? So if Harry is a total fag, what are you?"
"You and I are the same. Just two horny guys with no need for bullshit."
Cass made the shot. He lined up the three ball. "I guess I'm going to have to get this game over with. All this romance is making me hard."
Cass made that shot too and ran the table without giving Alex another chance to shoot. Cass was impatient, suggesting that they get on with it without any more ado. Collecting up Harry, they sped off, Alex and Cass in the Jeep and Harry following in a Mustang. Inside Alex's apartment, he pulled out a bag of dope and loaded a bong hit. Cass picked up the bag and smelled the sweet aroma. The buds had traces of purple and were very sticky. The smoke itself was very smooth and the high almost instantaneous, a very uplifting high with a nice body buzz. It was the perfect weed for fucking. "So," Cass taunted Alex, "am I special or what's the deal."
Alex grinned. "Oh, I'm definitely going through the whole pledge class. That's the upside of my job. I got to see all of you naked and going at it. But don't get the big head. You're not the pick of the litter. There is one chick that is super freaky and I'm going to fuck her ragged. You're not even the best of the boys. There is one perfect model of the male physique that the selection committee almost had a knife fight over to be the first to fuck. It's just that I wanted to bang you when you were a freshman and Harry has a fetish for uncut boys, particularly brown skinned boys. He did your brother enough. I guess he wants the pair."
"You know how to make a boy feel special" Cass shot back. Alex's attitude was beginning to annoy him. It was almost like a sense of entitlement, something akin to rape. He was silently considering walking out and telling them to fuck off.
"If you are looking for love, you came to the wrong place," Harry said. "This is about getting off. When we vote for initiation, there are only two criteria: are we going to want to party with this person from now on and are we going to want to fuck around with them. You're hot, which is why you're here, and you seemed like the kind of person we like: the 1% that can pursue pleasure without guilt or shame or self-delusion. The kind of person willing to take what he wants. It's like Max Stimer said: what a man has the might to do, he has the right to do.' Or Freud's pleasure principle. I'm not going to go into Michel Onfray because, honest to God, I want to fuck you, not have a philosophical discussion. This is what Dionysus is: chaos, disorder, ecstasy, pleasure for the sake of pleasure, saying fuck you' to the rules and `fuck you' to the norms of society. That is what you are joining. Now, tell me, do you want me to tell you how special you are or will my erection do the trick?"
Cass reached for the bag and loaded another hit. "You don't mind, right?" he asked. Taking in another sweet lungful, he said, "why do you fuckers still have your clothes on? We fucking or not?"
Harry pulled off his shirt and Cass admired him. He had a hot, muscular body, the product of more of working out than steroids, and a hairy chest. Alex, the blonde boy, was very toned but more lean, like the lacrosse player he was, the product of running and some lifting. Harry was tanned and Alex paler, with freckles across his shoulders. But both were fine specimens. With their jeans off, Harry was dressed in a pair of colorful, paisley briefs and Alex, black boxer briefs. Harry was all ready hard, his cock fully outlined in the cotton of the underwear. Alex was getting there, and the bulge in his crotch promised a man sized dick. Cass stripped of his shirt and, like Alex, he was lean and toned.
Upstairs in Alex's bed, all three were naked and hard. They didn't talk much. For Cass, the alcohol and pot was making him hornier than he would have been otherwise. They were kissing and rolling about, very physically engaged. Splayed out across the bed, Harry got between Cass's legs and swallowed his prick whole. As the warm sensation of it filled him, Cass thought that the best feeling in the world was a blow job from someone who knew how to do it and wanted to do it. Alex got above him and guided his member down Cass's throat, his nose touching the boy's blond, trimmed pubes. They sucked each other hungrily.
Cass knew he hadn't been getting enough sex. He had only hooked up once since he got to Willingham and that just wasn't what he wanted. His libido was too strong for that. Even jacking off had been tough with Dylan around in the room. That was why he was so eager to go at it. Ordinarily, guys did less for him than girls but nobody could tell that from the way he was acting in bed that night. He could only guess at how bisexual Alex was but he did seem to be enjoying the blowjob. Harry clearly was gay and his oral skills were outstanding. Cass knew he was going to have to get Harry off of him or he was going to cum too soon. Pushing Alex away, he struggled away from Harry, pulling him and going after the older guy's dick. Harry left his pubic hair natural and the sheer masculinity of it was exciting.
But they weren't there to suck. They were there to fuck. They put him on his knees, back arched, legs wide apart to get fucked doggie style. He felt fingers going in his ass, stretching his hole and moaned appreciatively. One hand went between his legs and stroked his rock hard boner. Then he felt the coldness of the lube being applied.
"You ready for this, kid?" Harry asked.
"Yeah," Cass panted. "Fuck me"
The sensation was searing as Harry entered him. He was stunned at the pain. He put his head down and bit his arm, just to distract himself from it. He couldn't imagine how anybody could find pleasure in this. Then he found out. The feeling was intense, beyond description. He wanted to move around, squirm, shift himself to find a position that was comfortable and ended up just backing himself farther on to Harry's dick.
"I think he likes it. Look at him buck" Harry said. "You like that kid?"
The power of speech was almost beyond him. "Just fuck me" Cass whispered.
The feeling of the dick going in and out of him beggared him. He didn't know whether he should shit, piss or cum. He wasn't sure he liked it after all. If he did, he knew he liked it a lot. If he didn't, he hated it more than anything. At that moment, he honestly couldn't tell. But he didn't want it to stop. In fact, he wanted it harder. He was pushing backwards as Harry rammed into him. Cass reached down and tugged on his dick which had grown soft. Despite that, it was supersensitive. He just put his head down and surrendered to the ecstasy as Harry pile drove him. By now, the man was fucking him hard, like a machine, fast and furious. Cass knew he had never felt anything like it before. Just don't let it stop, Cass thought.
But it did. He could actually feel Harry's dick twitching inside of him as he came. Frustrated, hungry and horny, Cass waited until Harry pulled out. Then he flipped over on his back and spread his legs apart. Stroking himself hard again, he stared at Alex silently, who recognized the crazed, ravenous look. He didn't have to be told what to do. Putting his condom on and greasing up, he pulled Cass to the edge of the bed and threw the boy's knees up onto his shoulders. Then he mounted him.
"Fuck me as hard you can" Cass snarled.
Alex drove himself hard into him. His balls slapped against the boys butt. Cass was stroking himself. All his attention, all of his focus, was on the sensations of his mid section. It felt great. He wanted it more, harder and faster. Alex had been jacking to stay hard while Harry did the deed and now the pace was too much. He was like a crazed, primal beast and the boy he was fucking was lost in his own pleasure too. It was too late to slow down and take his time. The moment was done and now he was going to fuck him until he was done. Cass threw his head back and grimaced, still masturbating himself but now furiously. In thick, big ropes, he shot his load, some of it landing on his face, some on the bed and more on his chest. The site of the brown boy's climax did Alex in. He just leaned in and fucked him until he came.
Cass lay there breathing heavily as he felt the warm glow surround him. All his pressures and stresses had melted away in a tremendous moment of relief. "Wow. That was good" was all he could say. Alex leaned in and kissed him, licking the semen off his chin.
Harry dressed to go back to the bar. Cass didn't feel like dressing at just that moment but he did have to piss. Harry departed by telling him that they needed to get together again, which Cass promised to do. He had enough life experience to know that the next time wouldn't be as great as this one was but he didn't care. Bottoming was definitely going to be part of his repertoire from now on. He went to piss while Alex went to retrieve the pot. Through Simon's closed door, he could hear that the black guy was in there getting it on with a fairly loud moaning girl. Apparently, he had come in while they were fucking in Alex's room.
Sitting on his bed, naked, smoking the pipe, Alex asked him about his roommate. "What?" Cass asked, surprised at the question.
"Dylan, your roommate. I'm the TA in his First Year Seminar section. Tell me about him."
First Year Seminar is required of all freshmen and is the prerequisite for any English or other literature class. Academically rigorous, the class is reading, writing and discussion heavy, designed to weed out the lazy and underprepared.
"He's a nice enough guy, I guess. He's from some bum fuck place in South Georgia and is real religious. He's a ministerial student. Wants to be a preacher. It's funny, in a way. The guy is definitely gay, a little bit effeminate and he definitely is looking around more than he should in the shower. He's cute enough and looks younger than 18, so he could get laid if he wanted to. I think he ran cross country in high school and, I can tell you, there's not an ounce of fat on the kid. That's really about it. Why do you care?"
"The gay part I picked up on. I just thought it might be fun to see if he can be corrupted, brought around to the dark side."
"I don't know, dude," Cass said. "Seems kind of mean to me."
Alex snorted. "He's been brainwashed to believe in some bullshit that says that his deepest, most urgent feelings are wrong and sinful. I'd be doing the fucker a favor."
"Maybe" Cass said, looking at his watch. "Shit. It's not even 11:30 yet."
They decided that since the night was still young, they would go back out and get fucked up. They ended up back at Harry's which was crowded now. Getting a table was out of the question, so they stood in the back waiting for a pool table to open up, each sipping a beer. Harry had been behind the bar when they got there so the beer was free. As they stood there, a fairly short guy, well built with short brown hair, came up to them.
"Blake, what's happening?" Alex said warmly.
"Not much. The Kappa Sigs have taken over Element tonight and it was boring. No pussy hardly at all."
"Didn't want to hang with your brothers?" Alex teased him.
"Fuck `em. I figured this place would be crawling with freshman pussy and I was right. Who's your friend?"
"Cass, this is Blake Herring, Kappa Sigma Extraordinaire, baseball playing jock and all around asshole."
"How's it hanging, dude," Blake said, reaching out to shake Cass's hand. "Freshman, right? You tapped any of this poon?"
"Not yet."
Blake sniffed and looked around the room. He seemed a little buzzed to Cass, who also wondered if this was another Dionysus member. "Well, if you keep hanging around this fag, you'll end up taking it in the ass."
"Yeah, I know" Cass said. His asshole was actually hurting some right then.
"Well shit, I see a target of opportunity," Blake said, spying a blond girl with big tits walking into the back room alone. "Catch you guys later."
Cass didn't ask if Blake was a member or not. He figured the way to prove that he could keep his mouth shut was by starting now and not asking a bunch of questions. A table opened up finally but this time, Alex won. The second game didn't go so well the second game because Alex was chatting up a girl. After Cass won, Alex took him aside and said that he wanted to leave so he could try to fuck the chick but that would leave Cass stranded. Cass told him to go ahead and he would figure something out. He had noticed that while playing the second game a girl had been checking him out. So as Alex left with the red haired chick, Cass motioned for the girl that had been watching him to come over. He invited her to play a game.
"It's just before last call" the girl said. When she spoke, he knew who she was. She was the female member of the selection committee.
"Don't worry," he said. "I just got to know the owner. Maybe he'll let us hang around after closing, at least for a game of pool"
"Maybe he will. I happen to know him too."
"I kinda figured you did. Anyway, let's rack `em up and see what happens."
She turned out to be pretty good, although Cass wasn't playing to win. He was entranced by her. She had long brown hair tied back in a pony tail and looked a bit like a sexy librarian. The kind that dresses professionally at work and but can change into a red hot fox in the right dress. She was dressed conservatively but the shirt was tight, highlighting her tits. After last call, the lights flashed and Harry went to the back telling people they had to leave. The lights flashed on and off to give the same message. They didn't move.
"I'm Cass, by the way. But I think you knew that all ready," he said, now that the room was empty.
"Yeah, I did. I'm Emmy."
"Nice to put a name to a voice. Did I ever tell about the best sex I ever had? This one time, I met a chick in a bar and fucked her senseless on a pool table. Oh, wait. That hasn't happened yet."
"You're pretty sure about yourself," she said, fishing around in her purse and pulling out a condom. "That's good. I know you know how to use this."
She was small and petite so Cass lifted her effortlessly onto the pool table. Straddling her legs, he kissed her and pulled her body close to his. He could feel her heat and smell her scent. He kissed her neck and nibbled at her ears, trying to restrain himself from going directly at her pussy. She kissed his neck and jammed her hand down between his legs, grabbing his unit and squeezing.
"Just the right size" she whispered in his ear.
He stripped off his T shirt and threw it aside. Emmy massaged his chest muscles as he continued to kiss her. Then he stripped off her shirt. Her firm, ripe tits were still encased in her bra and he wanted it off. With a practiced hand, he reached behind her and liberated them. He grabbed one with his hand and nibbled on the nipple of the other. They were just the right size too, just big enough without being flabby. Tits turned him on.
Looking up, Cass saw Harry in the doorway with another guy standing there as an audience. Cass didn't care. He intended to fuck her and they could watch if they wanted. In fact, it was better. It was a turn-on all its own. Sinking to his knees, he reached under her skirt and pulled down her pink lace panties. Her snatch was fully shaven. A boy with a hard-on and a girl with a nice, clean pussy are two of the better things in life, Cass thought. He rammed his face into her cunt, licking and nibbling the folds. He swirled his tongue around her clit and fingered her. She was wet and the taste was musky. He loved to eat pussy and he was good at it. Knowing that he could get a girl off just with his tongue and a finger gave him power. It made him even more lustful. Emmy was leaning back and moaning loudly as he performed his oral mastery.
She came with a shiver and the wetness increased. He continued to lick her so she would get the maximum of her orgasm. "Want me to blow you?" she panted.
He undid his shorts and yanked down his underwear. "No, I'm going to fuck you. Ready to come again?"
The look she gave was something like `bring it on'. He did. Sheathing himself in the rubber, he slid his rock hard member into her wet, hot cunt. Her skirt was still up around her midriff. Grabbing and massaging her tits while he fucked her, Cass slid it in and out of her. She was sticky and wet and loving it. It wasn't soft and sensual, it was hard and animalistic. Maybe it was the testosterone but he felt super masculine, dominate and in charge. Having all ready come, he had staying power and fucked her savagely. She was almost screaming in delight and that made him want to fuck her even harder. By now a crowd of bar workers had gathered, drawn by Emmy's loud groaning. They were encouraging him, telling him to fuck the bitch. He did. Again and again, he pounded her. By now she was playing with her own titties, trying to milk every ounce of pleasure out of it. Cass was like a wild animal, driving his hips into the older girl.
"Oh, fucking God," she screamed as she came again.
She shook beneath him but he kept pile driving her. He felt it building and didn't care. He wanted it. Like a piston, he fucked her. Greater and greater the pressure grew until he could stand no more. With a loud yell of "Oh fuck" he emptied himself into his condom in a blaze of utter joy.
All the guys clapped. Emmy stood and took a bow.
College is looking up all ready, Cass thought.