Date: Sat, 10 Mar 2007 09:22:51 EST
From: Paggan@aol.com
Subject: Pissa Lotta Beer

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

Pissa Lotta Beer

Chapter One: How to Be the Pi Lamb Goat

Denny had sort of always known that that frat was sometimes called "Pissa
Lotta Beer". Before he even arrived on campus, back in some dimly
remembered high school conversation, he had heard the name. But back
then, of course, all it had meant was that the Pi Lambda Betas drank a
lot, that they were college boys who could have as much beer as they
wanted, free of the stifling controls imposed by high school and parents
- it was only later that the full extent of that freedom became clear. On
campus the frat, known simply as the "Pi Lambs", had a weird reputation.
Not necessarily bad, just not anything they might have been expected to
be: not jocks, not party animals, not rich kids.

One of Denny's hall mates was an awesomely good-looking kid named Joey
O'Toole, and he and Denny hit it off really well right from the first
hall meeting when they were both still raw and shivering freshmen looking
up to their RA for everything. On the first Saturday night of freshmen
year, Joey took him to a Pi Lamb smoker. Joey had an uncle who was a Pi
Lamb, and the way he said "My Uncle Kevin is a Pi Lamb" made Denny think
for the first time about how being in a frat, whatever other kind of
weird club it might be, was for life. Joey's Uncle Kevin was Joey's
favorite uncle, and so Joey himself had a specific interest in the Pi
Lambs.

The Pi Lamb house, as they approached it that first time, was older than
most, a tall brick Victorian pile in a quiet neighborhood near campus.
The building itself fascinated Denny. He loved the airy, high-ceilinged
rooms, the carved marble mantlepieces, the worn carpets and dark wooden
floors. There was a vast double parlour, a big dining room and matching
study on either side, and wide stairs rising up near the front door. The
house just felt right to Denny somehow, comfortably domestic and
distinctly impressive at the same time.

It turned out that Pi Lamb was actually most famous for the strictness of
its house rules - no partying on week-nights, high academic requirements,
never-ending rounds of required service activities - and the fact that no
women were allowed inside the walls of the big old house except between
luncheon and dinner, to which guests were always welcome. But even then
women were only admitted to the big rooms downstairs. And there were
apparently lots of weird rules governing house parties. As far as Denny
could tell, if the Pi Lambs had any sort of clear public reputation, it
was as a kind of old fashioned, goody-goody frat.

But Denny liked the guys at Pi Lamb. Despite the austere regs, the
atmosphere was neither sanctimonious nor overly earnest - there was
actually a casual nature to the house which intrigued him. The brothers
seemed okay to Denny. And more - something about the house and its
members drew him into their orbit. There was another smoker there the
next Friday night and before his second week-end at college was over,
Denny had resolved to pledge.

Joey had already decided he wanted to pledge Pi Lamb too. Things went
well, and both of them got offers. Suddenly, a little unexpectedly, Denny
was a pledge at this weird fraternity. He had never seen himself as a
fratboy, had had no intention whatsoever of becoming one when he arrived
at school. And yet there he was.

He and Joey started hanging around the PLB House. One thing about the
strict visitation rules soon became apparent - all of the upstairs floors
felt like a giant locker room. The brothers would dress and undress in
their rooms with the doors wide open, or lie on top of their bedclothes
reading or studying, wearing just their skivvies - or even less! The old
fashioned building only had one large common bathroom on each floor, with
stalls and a gang shower. Brothers would sashay down the halls bare-assed
on their way to the shower room, usually wearing nothing more than a
towel slung carelessly over one shoulder. The guy across the hall from
Mark Adams, Denny's eventual big brother, occasionally even did chin-ups
stark naked on a bar which he put up in his doorway - just casually, on
his way to the showers before dinner.

Each time this happened, Denny sat on Mark's bed opposite the door and
tried not to stare as the lean, well-knit boy hung from the bar, the
muscles under his skin straining and bulging, his pecs exquisitely
defined, his thighs swinging forward with effort, his fat cock and balls
dangling and waving right at eye level. If the guy had been trying to
present his crank for an easy and unavoidable inspection, he couldn't
have done it any better. It was rather odd, sure, but it was done with so
much blasé, no one made a big deal about it. Denny wasn't sure why he
liked it so much, but he sure did.

His big brother Mark was a junior, a husky blond with bright, vacant blue
eyes and a mean, toothy smile. He was rather indifferent to Denny, but at
least he didn't badger him or try to make his life utterly miserable like
Joey's big brother, Bill DeMarco, did to Joey. Mark went through the
expected motions, held Denny to the letter of the regs concerning paddles
and handshakes and all the other minutiae of pledging, but he never put
much time or feeling into it. Denny felt like he was getting off easy,
especially compared to Joey.

For DeMarco, on the other hand, delighted in threatening Joey with
failure. Neither Denny nor Joey really knew that much about frats and
pledging, so when Bill told Joey - at least once a week - that he was
about to be booted out of the pledge class, they never knew how seriously
to take it. Joey was a nervous wreck half the time, worried he would cast
such shame on himself that his Uncle Kevin would never speak to him
again! And whenever Joey was in trouble, Bill would grab the impressive
box which bulged between his thighs and give it a good hard squeeze and
say, rolling his eyes at Denny: "Ya' know, no matter how bad ya' fuck up,
there's always one way for a pledge to make up anything to his big bro'!"
Joey would turn white, his mind running through every salacious story he
had ever heard about fraternity initiations, while Denny would turn as
red as a beet, his mind thrilling to the same luridly carnal images.

Denny and Joey had even half way talked about those forbidding
possibilities once, speculating as to what would actually happen when the
dreaded Hell Nite finally arrived. As their pledge service progressed,
there was so much smutty innuendo, so many references to fellatio and to
packing the pledges, so much lip smacking and self-crotch grabbing on the
part of the brothers, that Joey became convinced they would have to "do
something", as he put it, before their ordeal was over. Denny wasn't so
sure.

"I just don't know if it's worth it," said Joey. "I mean, what the fuck
do they want from us, anyway? Do they really think they can make us, make
us ... do something, ...uh... just make us do anything they want?"

"Shit, it's just a bunch of talk," replied Denny, "that's all it is. Just
a buncha comedians, that's all. If they had anything dirty goin' on,
doncha think everyone would be talkin' about it? Why would anyone pledge
Pi Lamb if anything like that was goin' on, anyway?"

There was no way to tell, so they continued on through the semester,
trailing their bats behind them and learning everything official there
was to know about Pi Lamb. It was the unofficial things which they
couldn't fathom, and which Denny wondered about much more than about how
the national chapter was organized. He hung out as often as he felt
welcome in Mark's room, hoping to see the guy across the hall work out on
his bar, watching the parade of naked shower-goers, listening to all the
talk about blow-jobs, cocksuckers, fudge packing, ass sucking, and
assorted other much discussed but never observed eroticisms.

Mark's room-mate Jay was one of the most consistent "cocksucker" this and
"buttfucker" that speakers, and seemed to work some kind of sexual
reference into every single sentence that came out of his mouth. Jay was
also invariably among the casually bare-assed shower-goers. Denny
discovered that if he found himself present as Jay returned from the
showers, his big brother's roommate would lounge about the room naked for
a good fifteen or twenty minutes as he gradually got dressed. Denny could
have sworn that Jay's cock was more than half hard a couple of times
during these deliciously drawn out toilettes, doing more bobbing and
twitching than dangling and swaying, and it was about the biggest dick
Denny had ever seen. Moreover, it was uncut, the first complete cock
Denny had ever really had a good look at.

He could hardly keep his eyes off of the fascinating organ and its
fascinating little hood of skin whenever he and it were hanging out, so
to speak, in Mark and Jay's room. Denny found himself wishing that he
could see what Jay's gorgeous crankhead would look like if the delicate
hood which covered it was drawn away, and he actually found out one
afternoon. Jay returned from the shower with his cock sticking straight
out at three-quarters of a full mast, a big, shapely, bright red knob
protruding from the thick wrinkledy ruff at the end of his enormous
member. There were big obvious gobs of cum all over his pubic hair, which
he then made the center of attention by rubbing fruitlessly at the
clustered spunk and hairs with his towel. So Denny wondered, but still he
couldn't be sure...

The end of the semester arrived. Denny did okay in his exams; Joey did
better. There was a big meeting of the pledge class during the last week
of exams. It was the organizing session for the events leading up to Hell
Nite, the pledges' plunge into the abyss from which they would emerge as
full and eternally bonded brothers. At the last minute, Joey announced
that he wasn't going to the meeting.

"Tell me what they say - I might get by later, but I've got to finish
this paper by tomorrow or I'll have an incomplete. Bill already knows I
can't make it."

Something was fishy. Joey wouldn't look Denny in the eye, and when Denny
tried to remind him of Bill's likely reaction to such an obvious breach
of pledge etiquette, Joey just shrugged and turned away looking
uncomfortable but remaining silent. Denny tried to puzzle out what was
going on as he ambled over to the House by himself.

As he walked into the meeting, the buzz of conversation stopped. It
seemed as if every eye turned to watch his entrance, but when he looked
around, none of the eyes would meet his straight on. With a funny sinking
feeling in the pit of his stomach, Denny went to sit next to Mark. Mark,
as usual, ignored him.

Brad, the President of the Chapter, stood up. He was a stunning blond,
with a beautiful, wide open and perfectly tanned face, broad shoulders,
narrow hips, long legs. He made a few announcements, and congratulated
the class on their efforts to reach full brotherhood. He paused, and then
he said, looking around at them all with his gorgeous green eyes and
flawless smile:

"Now, every class has got to have its Goat, the pledge that's at the
bottom of the heap. It's really up to a guy's big bro to keep him in line
and help him avoid that fate. And ya know, if your big bro ain't behind
ya', you're in trouble, no doubt about it."

The pledges shifted uneasily in their seats, looking at each other
askance. It occurred to Denny that Joey and Bill De Marco could easily
fit into such a category - maybe that's why Joey hadn't come to the
meeting tonight! He glanced up at Mark, briefly, and the unfriendly look
on his big brother's face made him suddenly think that he himself might
be in that group as well. Maybe he should feel worried!

"All of the brothers of the Pledge Committee have met, and they added up
everyone's merits and subtracted everyone's demerits, and his big brother
was given a chance to defend him. And ... the Goat ... is ... Dennis
Jamison Foreman."

Denny sat in shock, wondering if he was being kicked out of the pledge
class. He was too embarrassed to look around him, so he squirmed in his
seat and looked at the feet of the people nearest him. Mark's feet told
him nothing. Denny finally put up his head and found himself looking
right at Brad. Brad's handsome face was split by a wide grin and he stood
looking back at Denny shaking his head and chuckling under his breath.
The strained silence seemed to last forever, then erupted into giggles
mixed with low chatter as the guys who were not the Goat relaxed and
shifted in their seats. Everyone was looking at Denny and not even
pretending not to.

Denny turned to Mark and asked, in a strained voice: "What's ... what's
the Goat?"

Mark's eyes were hard slits and his smile was meaner than ever. He
shrugged, and said, "Don't worry, you made the cut. You're gonna be a Pi
Lamb, I guess. But first, you're gonna find out what a Pi Lamb Goat is!"
And if possible, his grin grew even more evil.