A work of fiction by Pagganos Homophilator. Pagganos may be reached at: paggan at aol dot com.

Pissa Lotta Beer

Chapter Four: Goat Fucking

There was another quiet period after Jay left to fetch him that beer. Gales of laughter had greeted Jay's naked, rock-dicked entry into the bar room and wafted back into the Goat Pen. There was a rising buzz of excited conversation, and it seemed forever before Jay returned with the drink. With him was a clutch of brothers and a couple of unfamiliar faces, fumbling open their flies and pouring piss all over Denny once more, once more shrieking with excitement as they soaked his hair, his face, his pubies, his balls; before Denny could enjoy his beer he had to suck off four or five guys, but they all came within seconds. They finally rambled away and Jay stepped forward with the beer he had brought.

It was sorely needed, and much appreciated, and after it was gone, Denny drank the rest of Jay's own beer as well. Jay's woodie was gone by then, his dick hanging long and full, his big low hangers swinging freely as he walked across the room. He said as he held the cup of beer up to Denny's lips:

"Well bro, I've got to join the party, ya' know - the other one, upstairs! I think you'll get along fine now. You seem to know the score!"

Denny finished the second beer and relaxed back to enjoy the considerable buzz it had left behind. Jay darted away and returned in a flash with two more overflowing cups of brew. He set them carefully on the floor and then sauntered back over to Denny.

"I'll come down and check on ya' later." As he was speaking, he began to wizz, slowly and thoughtfully pissing up and down each of Denny's legs - water-clear, odourless beer piss. "If ya' want a beer, just ask anybody, I'm sure any of the bros would be happy to oblige. I mean, I'll come down and get ya' one eventually, ya know..."

Jay was babbling drunkenly, and, as he babbled, Denny realized that an urge which he had had in the background for a long time had suddenly become tooth jarringly undeniable. He had to pee. Like a bitch. He hadn't peed since early that afternoon, and between Brad and Jay he now had had four or five beers. Denny considered his situation as the need swelled and swelled within him, until the irony of the situation took hold and he just giggled and sighed and let loose.

It felt damn good. Denny was lying on his back, his shrunken dick pointing up at a gentle angle. The piss tore out of it, and it shot right up, hitting Jay's pissing cock squarely with a jet of stinking, dark yellow piss of its own as spot-on as if Denny had been aiming it. A second jet hit Jay's cock again and the hand holding it, and another, then another hit across Jay's thighs, another hit one shin, and then a gently arcing fountain of piss was flowing over Denny's stomach and over his hips and between his legs. Jay laughed, to Denny's great relief, and moved his own piss current to join Denny's, gushing a torrent over Denny's pissing cock, all over his balls and between his legs. Their eyes met and they were both laughing out loud.

Denny had another urge. Looking up, their gaze still holding and both of them still pissing copiously, Denny opened his dickbird mouth once more and batted his eyelashes at Jay. Who, laughing even louder, aimed his slowly slackening torrent right into Denny's throat.

Denny swallowed and swallowed again - he could hardly tell the difference from water, he was so immersed in the smell and feel and taste of piss - and then stuck out his tongue. Jay played his piss over it, stepping closer and closer until he was straddling Denny's chest and his cock lay gently in Denny's mouth, his hot watery wizz filling and overflowing the Goat's avid mouth until it finally tapered off. Still Jay's pecker lay there, leaking its last dribbles and spurts as it relaxed in Denny's mouth. And all the while Jay was ruffling Denny's hair and caressing his shoulders, thrilling to both the idea and the reality of pissing with his cock in such a beautiful boy's mouth. Denny breathed gently around Jay's streaming cock, never moving until eventually Jay extricated his well drained member.

Jay shook his head, still laughing, and then he doubled over and swilled out Denny's funky piss-mouth with his huge, talented tongue. They tongue lashed for a while, swilled another beer and tongue lashed some more, until Jay laughingly tore himself away.

The older boy rinsed himself off under one of the showers, even prying a sliver of soap from off of the tiles and using it to get the worst of the cum, piss and beer with which he was thoroughly bedecked off of himself. He shook himself dry, then picked up a t-shirt someone had lost in a corner during the evening and used it as a towel. With his usual lack of dispatch, he began to dress, reviewing the events of the evening with great gusto and much giggling.

It was like earlier in the semester, when Denny had hung out in Mark's room, happily watching Jay fool around stark naked, only this time Denny's enjoyment was deepened by the memories of that cock in his mouth, that face pressed against his, that babbling tongue buried in his ass....

As Jay was gradually dressing, a very young looking kid whom Denny had never seen before wandered into the Goat Pen a little uncertainly. Jay seemed to know him though, and they began a desultory conversation as Jay dressed. After a few seconds the unknown sandy haired kid hauled out his dick and let loose a cascade of piss onto Denny's stomach as he and Jay chatted about exams and the end of the semester. They switched to the weather, and the kid switched his aim to Denny's cock and balls and thighs. When they switched their conversation to the party upstairs, the kid moved his still streaming torrent of wizz up to Denny's chest.

Denny stared openly at the guy's cock, which was not particularly big but which was very attractive. Looking up, Denny could clearly see saw the boy's excitement in his flushed face, and he found himself wondering whether this one would be a suck or a fuck. He couldn't decide which he wanted more, until he considered the whole state of Denny's butt, and decided to do whatever he could to encourage fellatio. He opened his mouth slightly and looked up at the kid's face, licking his lips.

As it turned out, neither fate awaited him. For the first time that night, Denny had an all-pissing, non-cumming visitor. The sandy haired guy aimed higher and higher as his pee slackened, until his last few dribbles were spattered onto Denny's outstretched tongue. The kid gave his tool a good hard shake, spraying droplets of piss all over Denny's chest and face, put his schlong back into his jeans, and he and Jay sauntered out of the Goat Pen together, chatting in low voices. Denny was alone again, his face burning with shame as he realized how badly he had wanted the kid's cock in his mouth!

Denny had to admit that, as his familiarity with cock was growing, so was his enchantment with it. He'd always been fascinated by dick, of course, but before tonight it had been in a totally abstract way. Aside from brief glimpses in gym class, the occasional side-long glance in a pool changing room or on a school trip, he'd hardly even seen a cock - certainly not up close and personal like he was seeing them now. And as for staring at them, touching them, tasting them, feeling them, eating them...!

The reality of cock was so much better than the fantasy of them had ever been! The beauty of a hard, straining rod, the blood-filled stems every colour of blue, purple, pink, red, scarlet, beige, gold, mocha, chocolate, the cockheads flaring, pointed, round, the cumslits gaping and oozing, or tiny and almost invisible, the shafts thick and thin, long and short, veiny and smooth. But all of them warm and soft, hard and rubbery, all at the same time.

And the tastes! The taste and the smell, the rich boy musk of adolescent crotch, whether the stale funk of the unwashed or the soapy freshness of the well scrubbed - Denny was discovering that he loved them all, all except for the heavy scent of the cologne laden - those he felt like sending on their way, their attempted sophistication a waste of good crotch!

Yes, he decided, he LIKED cock. He even liked the taste of cum, the sharp spicy smell of it, the warm, sticky feel of it against his skin, across his face. He wanted as much cock and cum as he could get, and it looked like tonight he'd get quite a bit of both!

This was his longest wait ever. He was chilly - warm as the room was, the tiles beneath him seemed cold as ice. He was bored - after the excitement of the past hour, the quietly humming minutes crept by like glue. His ass itched in its piss soaked dimple. He wanted more beer, and he wanted urgently to change the position of his arms. He squatted up for a while, until his wrists chaffed too much, and then he lay back down flat. The distant buzz of the party above him waxed and waned like a slow motion groan. He was chilly, he was bored, his ass itched in its piss soaked dimple...

He was having a reverie about a hot shower and any soft warm surface, when three brothers strolled in. One of them came forward with a beer for Denny. It was Jim Thorne, Mark's across-the-hall neighbor with the chin-up bar. His eyes met Denny's as he grinned a happy greeting.

"Jay said to make sure you got some beer!" he said.

Denny actually blushed as Jim bent gingerly over the pissy floor and held the cup delicately up to Denny's mouth. Denny hauled himself up and drank eagerly. He practically chugged the beer, sitting up as high as he could to meet Jim's reach. He finished with a satisfied gulp and looked up at Jim with thanks.

Jim was unzipping his khakis. As Denny started to relax back down into his dimple, Jim said:

"Hey, we're not finished yet, Goat. Get back up there!" Denny raised himself back up into his squat.

"Now, open back up!" Denny did, and Jim, his cock now freed from his jockeys, started unloading straight into the Goat's mouth. The other two guys started giggling and shifting nervously from foot to foot as they watched. Jim just stood there, nonchalantly sipping his own beer as he thundered warm watery beer piss into Denny's mouth.

Denny looked up into Jim's face. It had a big happy grin on it, and suddenly Denny couldn't help grinning himself. Jim reached out and grabbed Denny's jaw, gently caressing Denny's chin and holding the pledge's mouth open as his piss streamed into it. Denny closed off his throat and sighed deeply, letting his wizz filled mouth overflow. Jim snatched his hand back but giggled as his piss cascaded down Denny's front, running over his chin, his chest, his belly. Gradually Jim's torrent slowed.

Reluctantly he took a small step into the pissy area so his groin could reach Denny's mouth. Hardly pausing, he thrust his still soft cock into Denny's mouth, piss still dribbling from the end. Denny began massaging it, working it quickly up to a full plump state, then further into a rock-hard throbbing boner.

"Oh, yea, Goat, suck it. You sure know what you're doin', there. Suck it!"

Jim's hips began moving and Denny let the nice big dick he was being fed slip all the way down his throat and began kneading it in his gullet. Jim moaned and leaned forward with both hands against the tiled wall so he could fuck Denny's face better and Denny squeezed hard again and Jim moaned and bucked harder and kept fucking Denny's head, his juicy crank filling the Goat's throat, his balls caressing the Goat's chin. They did that for a while, until Jim drew back and said:

"Okay, one a' you guys piss on him for a while. I wanna watch."

Jim strolled away from the Goat, his stiff, spit-wet woodie bobbing in front of him, and went to stand against the wall between the two urinals, watching the scene, fisting his throbbing cock with long, firm strokes as he sipped from the cup clutched in his other hand.

The other two brothers, both of whom lived on the third floor and were thus relatively unfamiliar to Denny, giggled some more as they opened up their pants. They were the shyest visitors so far, and it took both of them an excruciatingly long time after they had stepped up to his pissy dimple to finally let loose.

One of the brothers, Trent Breckinridge, was a small but very pretty blonde with a thick, honey coloured pompadour, dark eyes and strangely swarthy skin. The other, Justin something-or-other, was a tall, deathly pale, dark haired guy with a tight buzz cut and a tiny goatee. His head was well formed under the bristly fuzz and his face was attractive enough, with huge brown eyes and a wide mouth, but his shoulders were no broader than his hips and his legs and arms were like sticks. Trent, Denny by now found himself noting automatically, also had an enormous and really gorgeous cock, long and plump, with nice big balls to back it up. Justin's junk was less impressive, his crank very long and very skinny, his gonads invisible behind it.

The third floor guys were pretty timid pissers, at first confining themselves to the Goat's legs for the most part and avoiding Denny's glance up at them. As they finally relaxed they both sprayed piss all over Denny's cock and balls, their eyes fixed in fascination on their task, their giggles now completely gone. Their piss dwindled to dribbles and they both began working up their cocks to a hard, their shining eyes never leaving Denny's recumbent form as they masturbated.

Denny sucked them both off in quick succession, neither one lasting even a full minute. The short one strode right up, straddled Denny's chest, and fucked his big beautiful crank eagerly into Denny's throat. He gave Denny's hot suck chute three or four good deep thrusts and Denny gave his big juicy crank three or four good hard cock squeezes back, and the guy was moaning loudly and bucking and shooting gob after gob of hot cum down Denny's throat.

The blond staggered out of the way as the tall thin one tried to lean over the piss pool like Jim had done before him. That didn't work too well, so he stepped out of his trousers and undies, stepped back into his shoes, and came around to the far side to thrust his cock into Denny's pissy mouth. Denny had to twist around, and found himself facing an almost concave belly, bony hips, and long thin legs.

Justin's dick, in contrast to the rest of him, was richly coloured a nice healthy purplish pink. The lightly built cock was not quite hard. The goateed brother inserted it rather hesitantly into Denny's mouth and then seemed to not quite know what to do. Denny had to actually suck it down into his throat, willing the boy to step forward one half-step more so the task could be completed.

The skinny boy got his nut the first instant Denny caught a good tight hold on the head of his dick, and he came copiously, very thin, watery, bitter cum, spurt after spurt. He made not a sound and didn't budge a muscle the whole time he shot. After the last spurt he immediately pulled out, stepped back, dressed, zipped up and left, eyes to the ground and his back to the others the whole time. He had never once looked into Denny's face since he first arrived in the Goat Den.

Jim stood watching all of this with his good natured grin, stroking his rod with a slow, steady squeeze. The short blond guy also stayed around, first watching the tall guy get off, then as Justin dressed and left, watching still as Jim re-entered the Goat zone and stuck his cock back into Denny's mouth. Trent took Jim's place between the urinals, fisting his enormous cock slowly and deliberately.

Jim, having first checked out the Denny zone, still sticky and reeking of pee, despite most of the liquid having drained away, sighed, shrugged and stepped right into the heart of it, straddling Denny and starting a slow deep face fuck. Denny relaxed with satisfaction as his throat was once more filled with warm talented dick - his tightest squeezes had no more effect upon Jim than a satisfied moan and a deeper thrust. Soon they had established a slow, satisfying rhythm, Jim fucking, Denny sucking, both boys moving with lusty deliberation.

"Hey, bro, why doncha get us all some more beer?", Jim called out over his shoulder. The short guy said "Sure", stuffed his beautifully rock hard crank back into his pants with no little difficulty and left, soon returning with three overflowing cups. Jim took one and sipped at it as he continued feeding Denny his swollen crank. The short guy stood watching, sipping at his beer. Jim pulled out and heaved a big sigh as he leaned over and poured beer from the third cup into Denny's mouth. Denny readily drank, swallowed, then looked up at Jim and worked his mouth. Jim made a motion to pour more beer into it, but Denny shook his head.

"Oh, ya want summore cock, doncha?"

Denny nodded. Jim grinned and reinserted his hot pulsing crank, which was by now leaking a constant stream of ooze, back into Denny's warm wet muzzle, and quickly resumed his deep, measured face fuck. A dreamy look came over his face as he crouched pumping his tool in and out of Denny's throat. He knew just how to ease his crank up and down and all around, letting Denny breathe but at the same time never letting him loose that happy, cock filled feeling.

After a while Jim stopped, pulled out, and poured more beer into Denny's mouth. He motioned Trent over and stepped aside as the honey-haired beauty slipped his crank deep into Denny's head with a happy moan. The two of them traded back and forth, their arms around each other's shoulders, looming over Denny hip to hip, thigh to thigh, alternating their head fucking with feeding Denny beer, until all three of them had finished what they had to drink, and Jim said to Trent: "I'll take it from here, bro", and Trent giggled and said: "Happy nut, dude!" and they both laughed.

Trent resumed his place against the wall and Jim resumed his place buried dick first in Denny's throat. They were back to more slow, deep, happy face fucking, but with a gradually increasing pace. Jim forgot himself so much as to grab the back of Denny's head as he really got into his fuck, his thrusts becoming less measured, his crank probing Denny's gullet relentlessly, his happy hips pushing against Denny's equally happy face, his hairy patch and his jiggling balls contributing by turns to Denny's facial bliss. His breathing quickened with his hips.

"Okay, Goat, here it comes. Here comes my load baby, here it comes... Here it comes... Ahhhhh! Ooohhh, man! Ahhhhh! Ooohhh, BABY!", and Jim was throwing volley after volley of hot cum down Denny's throat. His hips continued to fitfully pump as cum dribbled in easy gobs out of his cock, still buried in Denny's throat. The beautiful blond Trent gave a loud wolf whistle, which bounced around the tiles eerily. He had left his spot between the pissholes and was pumping his throbbing monster crank right beside Denny's face, still using a slow, judicious squeeze which was guaranteed to keep it steel hard but under complete control no matter how hot things got. The quivering pair still locked in their sexual embrace jumped, and Jim laughingly released Denny's head and eased his crank out of the Goat's mouth.

"Whew! That was great! Go ahead and settle down, I know you probably want to lie back. I'm sure Trent'll give ya' a few minutes off before he fucks ya'!"

Which Denny did want to do, and which he gratefully did. Jim shook a few last heavy drops of cum off of his cock onto Denny's chest. The blond heaved a loud sigh and replaced his throbbing crank with some difficulty into his jeans. He wandered out of the Goat Pen back towards the bar without a word.

Jim Thorne, meanwhile, squatted down with his lithe, gymnast's moves so that he was straddling Denny but suspended over him, carefully avoiding any contact with the piss-cum-beer-and-sweat-soaked pledge's skin, his hands on the wall behind Denny's head, his face right down in Denny's face. He moved closer still, inserted his tongue gently into Denny's mouth, and they exchanged a long, tongue writhing kiss.

"Hey, I've got the sweetest jizz in the whole House, everyone knows that. That's why everybody always wants to suck me off! And I always like to get back a little taste of it myself!" He was grinning again, and Denny grinned back. Jim made no motion to move away. He idly tongued Denny's mouth some more.

"Ya' know, you're the best Goat we've had in years. Everybody says so. I guess most people must be holding back till later. I thought I would have to stand in line to get any, but here I've got ya' all to myself!" Jim probed Denny's mouth gently with his warm slow tongue once more. Denny's cock was getting hard again, causing a sudden ache. He groaned and arched his back, thrusting his hips up into the air until Jim couldn't ignore them.

"Hey, Denny, I can't do anything for ya' there, man! What I can do though, is tell ya' the first rule of being a Goat. It's not one of those official rules I'm sure Brad spouted off very solemnly. But it's this - the Goat does NOT want to cum!" Jim was profaning one of his hands at least, gently rubbing Denny's pissy shoulders, softly twisting one of his sweaty nipples, making Denny gasp from time to time.

"You're gonna get tired enough of this sooner or later, and it'll be a lot sooner if you cum. And if you should cum too much or too hard, you might as well hang it up. You'll just be miserable, for the rest of the evening. So stick with it. Gates hasta do ya' later anyway, right? Think of how good that'll feel. Just think of Wesley or one a' those other big dicked guys fuckin' you while Jay sucks ya off - Jeeez, Denny!"

Jim chuckled and licked Denny's lips and said: "How does it feel to be a prize champion Goat? I hope you know how great you're doin'!" His grin faded into a more serious look. "How is it goin' with the Goat, though?"

Denny giggled and shrugged. He was glad for the acknowledgment of his Goat powers, glad that the Pi Lambs were pleased with him after all, but he was really thinking of all of those afternoons when he had hung around hoping to catch a set of Jim's naked chin-ups. He thought of the beautiful cock he had so admired, swinging in the doorway, the cock which had just cum in his delighted mouth. He grinned.

"Bein' the Goat's not that bad, I guess... It's funny. Part of me feels like I ought to be mad, even though I don't feel angry. That part of me keeps sayin' how shameful and dirty all of this is. But another part of me... Another part of me thinks... doesn't think that way. I mean, I can't really explain it, but..." He lowered his voice. "Sometimes I think I like it. Really like it! I know you probably think I'm crazy or something..."

"Oh, believe me, I know all about it!" said Jim.

"What?!?... Lemme tell ya', brother, you can't even guess! I mean..."

"Oh, I can do more than guess, baby." Jim stuck his tongue yet again into Denny's mouth, and they kissed for a long time, longer than before, their eyes searching into each other's in the dim light, Jim's hand still caressing the boy. Jim broke the kiss off and grinned.

"I was the Goat three years ago, Denny."

Denny was silent, looking up into Jim's exquisitely made face. "But I wasn't as good a Goat as you are, that's for damn sure! You're just a natural whore, I guess!" Jim giggled, and leapt lightly to his feet.

"Do ya' want any more beer or anything?" Denny shook his head. "Do ya' want a rinse?" Jim picked up the hose, adjusted the water so that it was very warm but not too hot, and hosed Denny off from head to toe, rinsing the floor around him well and alleviating some of the worst of the pissy atmosphere.

"Do ya' want any soap?"

Denny shrugged and shook his head.

"What's the point?" Jim grinned and shrugged back in response. "Hey, what time is it gettin' to be, anyway?", Denny asked. Jim consulted his watch.

"About eight-thirty. The party's just gettin' goin' good. You've got at least another five or six hours or so - they won't cut you loose until way after midnight. Not until everyone's had a crack at ya'. Ya' holdin' out okay? I know how much your wrists and arms prolly hurt, but..."

"I'm okay", sighed Denny, smiling again. Jim returned the grin, blew him a kiss, and left, laughing. As he walked away his and another voice sounded in the locker-room, and in walked Trent Breckinridge.

"Hey, Goat, I brung ya' a beer, whatdaya say?"

He sidled up to Denny and waited while Denny hauled himself up into a squat. Then he gently gave Denny beer out of the cup. His amber eyes were unsettlingly strange looking, transparent but brightly coloured, a perfect match for the golden curls, instead of the expected contrasting blue; but they were also warm and lively. He had a pronounced mountain accent.

"I was hopin' ta git some more'n that... of yuu!"

Denny, who had quite a buzz going just right then, grinned, slid down the tiles till he was on his back, and raised his legs up into the air. Trent guffawed and shook his head dramatically.

"Shit, yuu rilly wannit, I guess. Put yuur legs down till ah'm ridy, fool!" Trent giggled.

He squatted down and poured another big gulp of beer into Denny's mouth, then another. Then he put the cup down carefully and skinned out of his shoes and pants faster than anyone Denny had seen all evening. Maybe that was because he hadn't any drawers on to slow him down. When he was down to just his t-shirt, he turned back to the Goat.

First he straddled Denny's head and eased his crank back into Denny's mouth. It was scarcely half hard, but it grew up fast, and was soon sliding stiffly in and out of Denny's grasping throat. Unlike during his first suck, he didn't even seem to notice Denny's Goat Whore technique.

"Yuur reel, reel good, yuu know 'at?"

He was looking down at Denny as he chatted, now fucking his wet and throbbing rod a little deeper, a little quicker, his breathing increasing... He stopped in mid thrust and took a long, deep breath.

"Jeez.. Yuu are FUCKIN' GOOD!" he exclaimed again, the tile echoing.

Then he withdrew his cock and moved his balls to the Goat's mouth. For the first time all evening, Denny found himself feasting freely on a pair of softly liquid ballsacs, with long sparse hairs of spun gold and an odor of ambrosia. Trent gently inserted one, then the other, each time letting Denny have his fill of their fragrant velvet heft.

Then Trent moved his crotch even further forward, and Denny found himself mouth to anus, as it were, with the pretty boy's blond butthole. He probed experimentally with his whole mouth. It was smooth and soft, warm and intimate, with Trent's firm, hairy thighs swelling on either side. Denny nuzzled deeper, cautiously extending his tongue. His very first asshole tasted soapy clean, slightly metallic, with a slick rubbery feel on his tongue. He inserted himself deeper into the brother's taut opening, and found it still clean, as he went deeper and deeper, but even warmer and slicker and tighter. Trent was squirming, his muscular thighs pinching Denny's probing face as blissful moans escaped from his lips.

"Oh, yea, Goat, thassit. Thassit, now! Doan yuu stop, now!"

Trent was grinding his hips and pushing hard against Denny's nose, and soon Denny was drilling his tongue as deep into that hot box as he could get it. Trent's moans echoed, and Denny began to fear that his nose might suffer from Trent's bucking thighs and butt - but what a feeling of Goat power as he made the pretty little blond squirm and shudder!

Trent wrenched himself away, finally deciding to let the needs of his still throbbing cock outweigh the pleasures of his buzzing butt. He straightened up a trifle unsteadily and stepped back. Grabbing the pledge's ankles, he rolled Denny back into his fuck curl. Then squatting and hopping forward, Trent slowly inserted his crank into Denny's butt. He had a bit of trouble lining up right, bounding back once with a muttered curse, but soon was sliding in again nice and easy.

Because he was so short, he didn't loom over Denny like most of his previous ass masters. Instead, Trent leaned back and hugged Denny's thighs against his chest. This gave him a perfect angle to drive that nice big crank home, and the leverage to really put it where it wanted to go. And so he put it where it wanted to go again and again and again, hips slow and powerful, his huge crank probing relentlessly, Denny's buzzbox humming and tingling...

After a while Trent switched to his knees but kept up the deep steady fuck. Once he had Denny bent back just right, his hips moving freely, he just fucked and fucked and fucked. And fucked and fucked and fucked. And fucked and fucked...

Denny used his hips, his asshole, his newly found deep gut muscles, even his moaning and panting trick. Nothing had any effect, and Denny, again for the first time that night, was actually getting bored with sex! Eventually he gave up and just let himself drift along, drift along. He stopped grinding his hips against Trent's, he stopped squeezing, he just let Trent's strapping, pulsing, rubbery hard cock fuck him and fuck him and fuck him and...

Suddenly Denny was cumming - cumming in a deep wave of achingly intense but almost motionless pleasure. Panting and throbbing, he glanced down, but saw no jizz spurting from his cock, no ropey white spunk, no pool of scum on his stomach - just a slow, steady flow of clear liquid trailing from his pulsing slit. Still, Denny couldn't help gasping and flushing. He'd never cum like this before, and he felt almost panicky - was something wrong? - had all of this sex broken something inside of him?

"Hell, ah knew ah could make ya cum... Ah knew it!" Trent was grinning with triumph, his cute little leprechaun face glowing with pride. "Ah kin do that, y,know! Ah kin allus do it if ah trah!"

He started to fuck harder, to clutch more tightly at Denny's thighs. Every movement of Trent's magic cock made Denny moan louder as the intense, orgasmic sensations continued to pulse from his throbbing buzzbox. Soon Trent joined the Goat's cries with cries of his own. Denny relaxed even further and let Trent take his whole weight, and Trent, his face as red as a beet, began to huff and puff and then to crack his nut, his amber eyes locked with Denny's from between Denny's thighs, his breath coming in broken gasps as his groin pounded harder and harder against Denny's butt in utter ecstasy.

Slowly his hips ceased moving and he leaned quietly against Denny's thighs, gasping for breath. He stayed there motionless for awhile, breathing heavily, his cock still jerking and spasming deep inside of the Goat's ass. His eyes left Denny's and he turned his face away, nuzzling the legs he was holding, and tender as that nuzzling was, the deep communion that had passed between them was over. Abruptly, Trent gave Denny's ass a startlingly hard slap and staggered to his feet.

"Damn good, Goat. Ah hope you keep givin' it oat all yir, Lord knows I could use some mora that!"

"I think probably so..." mused Denny. His butt was still ringing from the deep, slow motion orgasm he had just enjoyed. Strange as it had been, he had enjoyed it. Unable to touch his crank through a whole evening of hot sex, Trent's clever buzzspot pounding was the first relief he had yet had during that whole time.

Trent dressed, and then fed Denny the rest of the beer he had brought him. Before he left, he had told Denny a little about sex at the Pi Lamb house, hinting at regular orgies, assuring him that "his dance card would always be full!", and in general creating a tantalizing picture of Denny's future life in a sexual wonderland. Which wonderland, he made clear, would include regular sex with Trent and his big, talented cock - which was fine with Denny! Eventually, the beer dispensed, the third floor brother left.

Denny was alone again, but not for long, for soon a gaggle of very drunken guys stumbled in to use him as a pissoir, spraying him up and down with wizz and completely undoing the kind warm rinse Jim had given him. Some of them were familiar brothers, and some of them were complete strangers. They were laughing and screaming and Denny joined in their high spirits, making the tiles ring with his banshee yells as their piss rained down on him. He spread his legs wide so they could spray their piss on his cock and his balls and his asshole, and before they were finished he joined them himself, his pee arcing up his chest almost to his face, and running down his stomach to join the pool around his hips.

The new boys all more-or-less pissed together and then all more-or-less left together, except for one shy lad who hung back. It was a guy whom Denny recognized from his math class, who wasn't even a Pi Lamb. Denny didn't know his name.

"Jeez, Foreman, look at you!"

For the first time since his Goat ordeal had begun, Denny felt himself embarrassed. Among his brothers, given the intensity of his situation, he hadn't really felt that way at all - angry at times, yes, a little scared, and very resentful of Mark's malice, but never embarrassed. The Pi Lambs were bound together, after all, by oaths and lust both. But this guy was an outsider, just some student, and who knew who he might blab to, or how much he might say?

"Hey, is it true you have to do whatever we want?"

Denny didn't say anything. He wanted to say: 'Only if you're a Pi Lamb!', but in truth, what choice did he have? Here he was, lying bound on the floor, and this guy had been peeing all over him just a minute previously. So Denny just looked down and tried to will the guy away.

No such luck. Denny heard the faint sound of fumbling cloth, followed eventually by the unmistakable fleshy sounds of jerking off. Looking up, he saw that the kid had his clothes around his ankles and was whacking away on a long cock with a pronounced bend to one side. It was mottled pink and beige, with a particularly unignorable circumcision scar, and a disproportionately large mushroom cap head, and all in all it was the ugliest dick Denny had seen all night - Mark's pointy pink crank was a gorgeous lust tool next to this. He looked away again.

"Hey, Foreman, why doncha suck me off?"

Denny ignored him, hanging his head. The boy stepped closer and stood over him, working his cock with slow, tight strokes.

"C'mon, I heard ya sucked off half the guys here already. I wanna get sucked, asshole!"

Denny kept his eyes and his face averted as the unnamed boy stood over him. The kid staggered back, kicked off his shoes and stepped uncertainly out of his pants. Putting them aside, he stepped with equal care back into his shoes. Recovering his hold on his dick, he staggered back and straddled the supine Goat, fisting his crooked cock and swaying a little. He settled abruptly down, sinking to his knees and still straddling Denny. His butt was resting on Denny's diaphragm and his balls were pressed up against Denny's chest. The little punk reached underneath himself and pinched and twisted Denny's nipples with the hand he wasn't using to whack himself off. His breathing was coming hard and fast now, his mouth opening as his fist flew faster and faster around his crank.

"C'mon, asshole, SUCK ME OFF! GODDAMN IT!"

He let go of Denny's tortured nipple and grabbed Denny's pissy hair instead, yanking Denny's head back hard and fast. His cock-jerking fist almost smashed into Denny's nose as he thrust his cock up close into Denny's face. Denny kept his lips resolutely closed, twisting his mouth into a hard closed knot as the kid from General Mathematics 101 mashed the slimy head of his cock against it again and again.

"You little cocksucker, you think you're too good for my dick, hunh? You think you're hot shit, you little cum swallower? Little punk eater, dick eater, eat me you fucking cocksucker..."

As this litany proceeded, the boy let go of his crank and grabbed Denny's head instead. He fucked the head of his curvy crank harder and harder and faster and faster against Denny's puckered mouth and chin and cheek, his hips bucking faster and faster as his crank slid and slapped across Denny's face until he shot his wad, gob after gob erupting and covering Denny's lips and nose and cheeks with cum. Denny finally managed to turn his head away, and the boy leaned forward, shoving his mushroom cap up the opposite side of Denny's face into his hair and making a sticky mess there with his last few wads of cum. He sighed and giggled, staggered to his feet, and said:

"God damn, you stink!"

in a voice so loud the tiles echoed, grabbed up his clothes and left the Goat Pen. For the second time that night, Denny felt like crying.