DIONYSIUS
BY
Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson MDiv, DMin
FOUR
Cass's original plan had been to go home to Atlanta that weekend, buy a bag from Bender (hopefully at a decent price) to resell and maybe go clubbing and hook-up with a pair of chicks. His time to complete his tasks was one quarter gone and he had only gotten one done, taking it up the ass. Now he needed to get the pot challenge out of the way and begin working on the three-ways. When Dylan announced he was going home for the weekend that opened up all sorts of possibilities, so Cass decided to remain behind on Friday at least.
He actually felt bad for Dylan. The kid was attractive. With a better hair cut, he could even be model worthy – big green eyes, full red lips, excellent bone structure and a fit, lean look. But he lacked self-confidence. Worse yet, he seemed dedicated to the idea that abstaining from sex was a good thing, which is a point of view Cass didn't understand. They were, after all, young. Why waste your youth depriving yourself? It didn't make sense. But it wasn't like he didn't like his roommate, they just didn't have much in common. Dylan was friendly and, if he felt disapproval for Cass's partying, he didn't mention it. Mostly, he just seemed lost and bewildered to Cass.
He decided to go a dance club downtown called the Abyss with Dave and Mark from across the hall. They were both soccer players from Orange Park and had the kind of hot bodies that soccer players, and lacrosse players for that matter, earn as a result of their sport. Mark wasn't ugly or anything but besides his hot body, he was pretty non-descript. Really it was just that he suffered in comparison to his roommate, Dave. That guy was sex on wheels. His body was perfect, like a Greek god, with a perfectly symmetrical face and wavy, longish brown hair. The only flaw, and it was a minor one, was that he was a couple of inches shorter than Cass, say about 5' 9" inches, which is a little short. But you sure as fuck wouldn't kick him out of bed for that. But he seemed pretty straight, even though Cass knew that didn't count for much since he was straight acting too. He wouldn't mind finding a girl and tagging her with Dave, with the possibility of more action than that.
The Abyss is an 18+ club downtown and the premier dance spot in town. They carded them and issued no alcohol bracelets to the guys. Mark had some E but both Dave and Cass didn't want to do it with Dave noting that he wasn't in the mood for a limp dick. He wanted pussy. Cass did too. There was plenty of pussy to choose from as the crowd was tilted slightly in that favor. Deprived of liquid courage but looking hot in black jeans and black, tight T, Cass went about finding his next conquest. He chatted up a few girls briefly but had no bites yet when he decided to go get a coke at the bar. Standing there, trying to get somebody's attention, a pair of hotties shoved up against him. One was a petite blond in a very skimpy denim skirt and tight blouse that highlighted her boobs nicely, even more so for the lack of a bra. The other looked like an Italian chick with an impressive rack and skin tight pants.
"Are you just standing there, stud or are you buying," the Italian bitch said to him.
"I was thinking maybe you could buy me a drink," Cass said, holding up his red bracelet. He noticed that they had white ones, which meant they were over 21.
"And what do we get out of it if we do?" The blonde asked, rubbing up against him ever so slightly.
He shrugged modestly. "Well, I'm an easy lay when I've been drinking."
"That's cause you got a dick, honey. All guys are easy lays, drinking or not," the Italian said. "But what ya having anyway?"
"Rum and coke?"
The Italian ordered herself a vodka and cranberry, a mojito for the blond and his rum and coke. He joined them back their table. The Italian girl's name was Natalie and her friend was Tanya. Cass kept up his end of the playful, flirtatious banter as they drained that round and then another. Acting as if they were meat inspectors, the girls made him pull up his shirt to show off his abs and chest. They pronounced him grade A premium beef, but since he was just a freshman he would have to be called veal. He didn't mind that: veal is a young and tender. They went out on the dance floor and worked up a sweat dancing, all three of them together. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dave at a table with Emmy, the girl he had fucked the week before and who clearly a member of Dionysus. Mark was there with them and Dave was clearly trying to work something out sexually. In a flash of inspiration, Cass realized that Dave was also a pledge and was working on a task, probably to have a three way with his roommate. The fact that Emmy was there told him what he needed to know. The reason they wouldn't need proof is that a member would be involved in its completion. They dictated what happened and then set up the opportunity to make it happen. That would mean that Natalie and Tanya were Dionysus members potentially. That realization didn't faze Cass. If he ended up getting laid and/or fucked up, he didn't care at all.
The girls were rubbing all over him as they danced. After another round of drinks, they were well-lubricated and totally without inhibition, even if they had little to start with. Cass suggested that they go back to his room on campus. Natalie thought it was funny but said she was game. It might even remind her of her own freshman year, awkwardly trying to fuck on the little beds the Dub gives you. So they sped recklessly back to campus, the merest bit drunk but avoided any contact with the cops. On his bed, they lined up and began to neck. The girls seemed as into each other as they were into him. Tanya in particular went after Natalie's melons.
Soon they were naked and Cass's swollen dick liberated.
"You ever measured it?" Natalie demanded as Tanya licked it.
"Not really" Cass admitted.
"Well, you got a nice one" Natalie said, pushing Tanya out of the way to suck on it. She crawled up next to him in the bed and Cass began to kiss her and finger her twat. He figured this was pretty cool, having two girls at once. When Natalie began to eat out Tanya, Cass nearly creamed right there. It was that hot. Instead, he sucked on Tanya's small firm titty's as her gal pal went to town on her vagina. What made it better for Cass was that it was so nasty. There were no declarations of love just raw lust and fucking.
He wanted to taste both their pussies, so he moved down and up underneath Natalies as he ass was in the air, her face planted in her gal pals twat. Cass loved the musky odor of a pussy that was primed and hot, loved the taste of it, the funky umame taste of it. He got his tongue right in there, massaging her hole with it as his lips fit over her lips. She squirmed a bit but Tanya was moaning. A girl knows how to eat a pussy like a boy knows how to suck a dick. After a while, they switched places. Cass buried his face in Tanya's cunt, surprised at the slightly lingering strawberry taste from a recent douche, while Natalie bore her pussy into Tanya's face.
After nearly an hour of making out and oral, with each girl apparently having at least one orgasm each, Cass was impatient for the fucking. Lying down on the bed, Tanya impaled herself on his stiff prick, riding him cowgirl. Natalie positioned herself to ride his face. Obligingly, he ate her pussy while her lithe little friend rode him. If he had his choice, he would have just tapped her doggy style and was a little annoyed that he being deprived of the fun of driving it into her deep. But he had to admit, Tanya knew how to ride a man. She swiveled her hips and bobbed up and down on him. Since he couldn't control the pace, he was feeling increasingly good fast. Too fast. He wanted her to slow down but he had labia in his mouth. Groaning hard, he emptied himself into the rubber.
Within minutes, though, he was hard again. Natalie and Tanya continued to make out and that was a turn-on. Their lesbian action was ravenous, hungry. He squeezed himself to life as they went at it. This time, though, he was going to be in charge. Natalie went on all fours, her face buried in Tanya's coochie as Cass penetrated her from behind. Sliding into her smooth silky purse, he fucked her slowly at first. There is nothing better than this, he thought. He was getting in touch with his inner caveman as he ravaged her tight twat. Tanya, splayed legged, moaned loudly under her girlfriend's attention. Cass shoved Natalie into her deeper, making her ass go higher in the air. That gave him more room to fuck the living shit out of the Italian bitch. And he fucked her hard, which she didn't complain about. He could tell she was the type of girl that needed to be fucked hard. Since he had so recently cum, he had staying power this time and she began to whimper with delight. When the time came, he pulled out, tore off the condom and turned her over and came on her big tits.
The next day, he drove to Atlanta. Bender had been his dealer all through high school even though the guy is old enough now to be out of college had he lasted long enough to graduate. He was a year younger than Cass's older brother which made him 23 now. Dex, his brother, was living the high life with a Buckhead condo, having gotten a finance degree from the Dub. But with a 6 year age gap, he and Cass weren't close and it never entered his mind to go by and see Dex. He would have to go to College Park and see his mom since he hadn't actually made it home yet since school started. Other people may have homesickness but not him. He couldn't wait to get out and away from the dysfunctional shit that his mother was constantly getting into. Bender's apartment was near the Amtrak Station and was pretty nice despite the fact that Bender seemed to float from one low paying crappy fast food job to another. Probably overcharging kids for quarters made up the difference.
When he got there, Cass thought Bender was alone but then a half naked skinny blond haired kid came out of the bathroom. The most noticeable thing about the kid was that he had some impressive abs despite being pretty lanky.
"Yeah, this is Alex De Renne's baby brother, Nicky," Bender said as he fished a half ounce bag of purple haze. "You wouldn't mind giving junior a ride home would you? I hear you two are big buds."
"I don't know where you hear that from. I barely know the guy." Cass retorted. From the limited bit that he remembered Alex's parents were both hippies and he had half-brothers and sisters spread out all over the place. He vaguely remembered that Alex had lived with his super rich grandparents though. "But what the fuck? Where do you live, kid?"
"West Paces Ferry"
"It's on the way" Bender said, loading a sample of the purple haze for him to smoke.
"Fuck you, Bender. How the fuck is West Paces Ferry on the way to College Park?" Cass snapped back. His mother lived practically on the end of the runways at Hartsfield, a testimony to her inability to manage money. Thank goodness his Dad, a Delta pilot, was paying for college. "It's exactly the opposite direction."
"So, it takes a little longer. It's Saturday. Just get baked." Bender said, handing him the bong.
Cass sucked it in. It was good pot, a nice sweet aroma and easy taste. But he needed to not over pay. "All right, but you're cutting me a break on this bag for carting your boy toy all over town. "
"100 bucks for a half" Bender said as the kid pulled on his T shirt and sank into a chair.
"100 is the going rate. 80 bucks is a deal. How old are you anyway, kid? 14?"
"90" Bender countered.
"Fuck you Bender. He's still got a hard on. It is 14, right?"
"Yeah" the kid said sullenly, slouched down in the chair. "What the fuck does it matter?"
"85 take it or leave it. Rock bottom price. Besides it's not like he's a virgin." Bender said. The kid looked disinterested. "The Da Renne brothers don't even make it to puberty before they lose their cherry. Trust me, nobody's crying over his lost innocence."
"Shit. All right" Cass grumbled. He was still pretty sure he could get 50 bucks for a quarter back in Macon, which would still be the profit required. They didn't say how much profit he needed to make. He counted out the money and Bender tossed him the dope.
The kid motioned with his hand. "I'll take my quarter or no more sucky sucky"
Bender tossed him a quarter. "I'd give you an ounce to get in that sweet ass"
"Exit only" the kid said. "Come on if we're going. Probably all ready in trouble with the old fuckers."
Cass had to get on 75 at Howell Mill and go north. The kid expertly rolled a joint while Cass drove and offered him a toke. The kid was all ready seemed pretty baked but Cass guessed that was a natural state for him.
"So how do you know Alex?" Nicky asked.
"Just from school. I won't tell him about Bender, about you and him," Cass said.
"I don't give a shit if you do. Alex doesn't own me. I do what I want."
Cass wasn't sure that wasn't just adolescent bravado but he didn't call the kid on it. "So what's the deal? Are you gay?"
"Fuck no. I'm gay the same way Alex is gay. Well, maybe the same way you're gay. You haven't fucked around with Alex yet?"
"Just once" Cass answered. They turned off onto West Paces Ferry and Nicky indicated that he should turn right. His house, his grandparent's house, was a huge affair far off the road with a guest house that was the size of a mini-mansion itself. There was serious money here.
"Cool, the old fucks are gone. Any chance I get a blow job? I'm still pretty horny."
"Shit kid, you're jailbait. It's statutory rape."
"Fuck, can't rape the willing. It makes it exciting. We can 69. Isn't Alex in some sort of sex and drug club at school? They haven't tapped you? You're hot enough."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Bullshit. My mom and my dad were both members back in the day. I'm pretty sure I'm on their watch list, kids they keep track of. I'm a legacy. When the time comes, you can tell them that I am hardcore ."
Against his better judgment, Cass went inside with him. The house was large and smelled of old money but Nicky's room was teenage typical: messy, full of posters and drug paraphernalia, and other things design to piss off the adults in his life. Sucking dick was just one more adolescent rebellion, Cass figured. Judging from the posters of half naked women in the room, he judged the kid's orientation to be mainly straight, which meant that it didn't differ all that much from Cass's. Nicky was all business, though, stripping off his shorts and T, revealing his skinny teenage body proudly. He was all ready hard, his dick sticking out proudly from his blond pubes. He was uncut. Cass stripped off too and threw him on the bed. The kid was no more than about 130 pounds at most. There was no romance in it, just a quick blowjob. He didn't kiss or try to. Going head to toe, Nicky grabbed the older boy's cock and shoved it in his mouth. Cass went a little slower, licking the kid's shaft and sucking on his balls. That prompted Nicky to slow down too and actually give a decent blow job. The kid's technique was amateurish and he scrapped with his teeth a few times but on the whole about on par with a blow job from a girl.
Nicky came first, filling Cass's mouth with his bitter, salty cream. Then Cass returned the favor, cumming in the kid's mouth so he could swallow it. The kid didn't seem to care and had no real affection afterwards. Cass got his things together and left. It took a while to get to College Park, mostly because of traffic going to the Braves game but he made it there in time to spend some time with his mom and still get back to Macon before it was too late. His mother proved to be just as crazy assed bipolar and shrewish as she ever was so he felt little remorse in not staying the night, not that she had exactly invited him. Cass figured she had plans, the `seventh one in seven days' as the old Drivin' n' Cryin' song said.
He got back to Macon just after sunset and decided to try to sell a quarter to either Dave or Mark. Both of them seemed to be pretty hard partiers and, if that failed, there was a cute Cuban kid named Carlos that lived on the other end of the hall. That guy was a major league stoner from what Cass had heard. He was also just as gorgeous as Dave was and had a pretty thick long uncut dick that he had the chance to check out in the showers a few times. A last resort would be the twins, Ryan and Joseph, two stunning muscle gods but he didn't know them well at all. He knocked on Dave's door. Inside the room were Dave, Mark and another guy that Dave introduced as Jeb, an upperclassman and fellow soccer player.
"Actually, I was wondering if you guys wanted to hang out and get stoned," Cass said, stepping in the room.
"Always want to get stoned, dude. Whatcha got?" Jeb said.
"Some Purple Haze I picked up in ATL. Pretty good, kind of an energetic high."
"Break out the vaporizer, Davey" Jeb said, clapping his hands together. Dave had a portable vaporizer which he expertly worked to fill up a bag of smoke as Mark shoved some towels under the doorway sill. Jeb got the first hit and as he exhaled, exclaimed, "That's pretty good shit. Hey Dave, show him your pipe, the ceramic one."
Dave seemed a little sheepish but pulled a ceramic pipe in the form of a penis decorated with tiger strips out. The bowl was resting on the balls. "It was a gift."
"From an ex-boyfriend," Mark snickered. He had taken a hit and was giggly. "I like getting high but not enough to suck a dick."
"Don't knock it till you tried it," Cass shot back. He wasn't sure why he was defending Dave but it pissed him off, his presumed straight boy superiority. "So what if we suck a dick sometimes. It's none of your fucking business."
"Don't get your fucking panties in a wad, asshole," Mark stood up and moved a half step toward. Cass stood up too. "He knows I was just kidding. We're cool."
"We're all cool" Jeb said.
"Actually, I was looking to unload a quarter." Cass said, sitting back down and calming down.
"How much?" Jeb asked.
"50"
Jeb thought about it. "Yeah, all right. I can do that. But the sample comes out of your bag."
"Yeah, sure but I don't have a scale."
Dave did, though. It was a cheap hand scale but it worked. He carefully weighed out 28 grams for Jeb. That completed another task for him, his third in 8 days. The party he was supposed to get massively drunk at was next week. He still hadn't gone to church stoned or had a three way with a girl and a boy. But his real problem was still the porno and how to make it more than just a jack off session.
He stuck around and got high with the soccer players some more before they picked up Carlos, who also was a soccer player which Cass hadn't known, to go an off-campus team party at the clubhouse of an apartment complex. Dave and Mark had gone with Jeb while he endured a bit of good-natured ribbing from the collected guys at the party about being a lacrosse player. But he gave back as good as he got, telling them that the difference between lacrosse and soccer is that one is interesting and the other is soccer.
Even though he was drunk and high, Cass had a mild desire to try to pick up either Dave or Carlos as part of his boy-boy-girl threesome. He was actually working on a girl when he noticed Carlos leave with a chick and head for an apartment. So that removed that option. He looked around for Dave but didn't see him. So, he refocused his attention on the girl, Jade, a tiny thing with small boobs but fairly hot. After a while, Carlos came up to him with another girl on his arm wanting to head back. So Cass loaded up his conquest for the night and Carlos and his latest and drove back across the interstate.
They pulled up into the small lot that was between Reade and the larger dorm next to it, Nottingham, and parked. The girls got out first. Cass slid next to Carlos and whispered, "Dude, you're like my fucking hero: two in one night."
Carlos sighed. "Shit, this is the 6th one in 24 hours. My dick is raw."
"Sucks to be you" Cass said admiringly.
"Yeah, all for a good cause, you know?" Carlos said.
"Yeah." Cass thought he knew exactly.