Date: Thu, 16 Feb 2017 12:32:04 +0000 From: Jesse Gibson Subject: Dionysius chapter 6 DIONYSIUS By Rev. Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin DISCLAIMER: This story contains depiction of both homosexual and heterosexual acts between college students primarily, as well as drug and alcohol use. If you offended, please do not read. Otherwise, enjoy. Complaints, compliments, comments to revjpgibson@hotmail.com Please donate to Nifty to keep the stories coming CHAPTER 6 Jade didn't have big tits but she liked to have them played with. Cass could cup both of them with his hands as he roughly and urgently kissed her. They had thrown off their clothes and she was sitting on his lap in her panties and him in his boxer briefs, hard as a rock. He sucked her tits and she rammed her small hand down between his legs, grabbing his tool. She was small enough that he could sling her around like a rag doll and, spurred on by her growing wetness, Cass picked her up and put her on the bed, pulling off her panties. Her shaved snatch glistened and she had the musky odor of sex on her. He splayed her legs apart and dived into her muff. "Oh, yeah, do it" she moaned as he licked her labia and began to finger fuck her. She was wet and tasted fine. Cass reached up and squeezed her breasts for good measure, which sent her into paroxysms of delight. "Oh fuck yeah, that's it" He would have eaten her for days, she tasted that good. Plus he was horny. He had always found that to be true: the more sex he had, the more he wanted. He rammed his tongue deep in her hole and licked up toward the clit. The way she shivered gave him a masculine rush, a jolt of testosterone. She was grabbing at his dick. He positioned himself to let her suck as he continued to finger her. It wasn't the best blowjob he ever had, and definitely not as good as a guy, but she was enthusiastic and wanted it. She continued to whimper and moan as he masturbated her. Cass put on a condom and prepared to mount her, momentarily concerned that he might split her in two. Then he took the plunge, sliding tool up into the honey pot of her pussy. "Aaaaahhhh," she groaned loudly, loud enough to wake the neighbors, "fuck me" The bed creaked loudly as he banged her. It felt good and she was pretty tight. He could feel her pussy juices leaking out of her, dampening his thighs. He was beginning to sweat as he fucked her, the bed squeaking with each hard push. She didn't just lay there, she drove her snatch onto his pole as he rammed it into her. "Oh God, yeah" she cried "Fuck" Cass grunted, driving himself into her. This felt good. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" She was clawing his back in ecstasy. Cass didn't care; the minor pain accentuated the pleasure. She was whimpering and panting beneath him as he grunted. He had no conscious thought and he didn't care about the noise the bed made. He wasn't trying to be quiet. He just wanted to fuck her as hard as she had ever been fucked before. She made an expression of surprise, of shock as she shook beneath him, with her wetness suddenly expanding as she had an orgasm. She panted and fought for breath as she came. Spurred on, he pulled her toward him and positioned himself so he could drive it deeper into her and then piston fucked her. Then he exploded inside her. He pulled out and discarded the full rubber, panting hard. She turned out to be the cuddling kind, which he didn't expect. She drew herself up next to him and cradled herself in his arms. They were silent until she asked him what he was thinking. He couldn't tell her that his only two thoughts were that he needed to piss and he was thinking about Carlos having sex with 6 people in 24 hours. Now that would have been one fucking awesome task. Instead, he lied and said something soothing, but non-committal. He didn't love her and didn't want her to think that he did. She was hot and he wanted to fuck her and now he had. In a month, he would have trouble remembering her name. He cuddled as long as he could before he just had to go piss. Making his excuses, he pulled on his shorts and headed off for the communal bathroom. Carlos was coming out as he was going in. "Post fuck piss?" Cass grinned. "No shit" Carlos said "6 in one day? Dude, you're my hero. Did you get names and numbers?" Carlos laughed a little. "Yeah, ask me tomorrow. There was one chick that knows you and is kind of hot to get it on with you. She's in one of your classes. Name is Nicole. I need to go get rid of this one so I can get some fucking sleep." "Good luck with that" Cass said ruefully. "I got a cuddler. Women, can't live with them and can't leave on the curb when you're done." Carlos laughed and left. Cass made a point of catching up with Carlos the next day to get the details about Nicole. When Carlos described her, Cass knew exactly who he was talking about. Nicole was a hot chick in his Scientific Concepts class, the very boring prerequisite to all the lab sciences, who dressed pretty slutty but was something to look at with flaming red hair. "So, do the drapes match the carpet?" Cass asked. "Stubble looked red," Carlos said as he looked through his book bag. "I heard you got hold of some killer weed. Got any more?" "Not for sale but we can burn one if you want" "Cool." Carlos said. They went back to his room to get high. Carlos told him about Nicole being a pretty freaky chick, who was every bit the slut she looked like she was. For moment, it seemed like Carlos was bragging but then Cass decided he wasn't. He was just reporting facts. He was an incredibly beautiful boy with long curls of black hair over a boyish brown face and a tight, tall soccer player's body. He was the kind of guy who didn't have to brag about how much he was getting laid because it was all the time. "Honestly, I think she's probably into you because you're hot but I think it is just as much that she got to collect certain tickets, if you catch the drift." Cass knew he was hinting around about Dionysus. Clearly he had been given the task of having sex with 6 different people in one 24 hour period. But talking about it was verboten. "Well, let's say that I do catch the drift but would rather just leave it there. So, hypothetically, if I could arrange a three way with her for reasons of my own, me and another guy, would that interest you?" Carlos took a hit off the joint and handed it back to Cass. "Different time and less to do, sure it would interest me. But I'm on a deadline and that would be an unapproved, extracurricular activity. But, um, I don't think that finding the other guy is going to be a problem. These things have a way of working themselves out, seems like." Cass had to agree with that. So far, he really hadn't had to work very hard to complete his tasks. It all pretty much just happened. "Do you ever feel like maybe somebody or something is fucking with you?" Carlos snorted and scratched his balls. Then he shrugged and said, "I'm getting to do things I want to do. So, if that's fucking with me then they can fuck with me all they want. So far, I'm enjoying the shit out of college and it looks like it might even get better from here." He knew that was the right attitude to have. If his whole four years here were like the first month he was going to be sorry to graduate. When he as in class Monday, he had trouble concentrating for staring at Nicole. She was wearing very short shorts and her tanned legs were perfect. In his mind, he was daydreaming about ripping those shorts off and going to town. After class, he started chatting her up outside of the Science Building. They were at some benches near the intramural field and she was firing back every flirtatious remark he made with another come on. Just then, Cass saw Jeb walking up from the tennis courts with a racket in his hand, shirtless and sweaty. He came over to where they were. "You know this guy?" Jeb asked, putting his leg on the bench next to her. "I've seen him around," Nicole smiled, reaching out the stroke Jeb's hairy leg. "Of course, I haven't seen as much of him as I have of you. What should I do about that?" "I don't know. He's got a pretty good weed connection but I bet he's burned through all of it." Cass laughed to himself. "We can go back to my room and check. I think there might be enough left to get a nice buzz." "Sounds good to me" Nicole purred, picking up her book bag. "But you both need to come. I'm going to need you both to protect me from the other." Cass had to think quickly. Dylan was in FYS but would be back in an hour. This might take longer than that. They really hadn't worked out a sexile system because Dylan didn't actually get laid, so his barging in was a distinct possibility. Then he remembered that Alex was his TA so he texted him to ask if he could detain Dylan for an hour after class. They were heading back toward Reade and where behind the Business school when Alex texted back that it wouldn't be a problem. But he also texted back `wassup'. Cass's thumbs worked at lightning speed: `on task'. As they crossed the street next to Truett, he got the reply from Alex: `have fun'. Cass was certain it was going to be. They burned a joint and made small talk. Cass gave Nicole a shotgun. As he stood there, blowing the smoke back through the joint, her face and lips only millimeters from his, Cass lightly stroked her firm, little ass. She smiled and ran her finger down his torso. Then she decided they should have a best abs contest, which required Cass to pull off his shirt. But Nicole wanted to be a contestant too, pulling up her shirt high enough that her braless tits were showing. "I think Cass has the best abs," Jeb conceded. "But you have the best titties" She pulled her shirt higher, looked down to consider them further and then cupped one in her hand. "They are pretty" she said. "But who's got the bigger dick?" "Never seen his" Cass said, squeezing himself. "Its 7" she said. "Let me see so I can judge" Cass smiled. This was going exactly the way it ought to. He dropped his shorts and then pulled down his boxer briefs. He had a semi but stroked himself hard. Jeb had done the same thing and he was getting hard. Cass admired him. Jeb wasn't cut or defined but he had a nice body with a flat belly but his cheerful open face made him good looking. He was the kind of guy who would be good in the sack because he just loved doing it. "Oh, Cass wins again" she said. She reached down and undid her shorts, slid them off and then pulled down tiny red lace panties. She threw her legs open so they could admire her twat. That made him hard. "But who is the better pussy eater?" The game was on at that point. Cass got between her legs and ran his tongue along the folds of her pussy. Jeb crawled up on the bed next to her and began to kiss her. If he's a member of Dionysus, then he's bi, Cass thought. So he reached out and grabbed Jeb's swollen prick. The older soccer player didn't stop him so that settled it for Cass. Two pledges and one member were having a three way. He nuzzled into her pussy, licking it and kissing the skin. He reached down and stroked his own excited member. She had a vaguely strawberry taste, probably from a douche. It wasn't unpleasant. Jeb had to have his turn. Cass lay beside her, touching her and kissing her as Jeb worked his magic. She was moaning a little. As Jeb tongued her hole, Cass reached down and lightly rubbed the hood of skin over the clit. That made her gasp. After a time she stopped him. "Jeb is the winner of that. But it was close. But who is the better cock sucker?" "How do we find out?" Jeb asked. "Me and him suck you," Nicole said, pecking Jeb on the cheek. "Then you and me suck Cass. That's fair." Jeb was rocked back on heels on the floor, his penis sticking straight up. He pointed to it and said, "Go for it" They spread him on the floor and took turns swallowing his sword. She had absolutely no problem deep throating him, no gag reflex at all that Cass could tell. Jeb seemed happy. His hands were behind his head and his thick, veiny dick twitched under their care. Nicole was massaging his taint with her finger as she sucked on his balls while Cass took him inside his mouth. Then they traded off. Then Jeb pushed them off. "Not many girls are better than boys at blow jobs. You're a real slut." For just a moment, she looked hurt. Then she had a devilish look. "I like it when boys kiss. It makes me wet." So they kissed. Cass had to admit that Jeb was a pretty good kisser. But Nicole didn't let them do it for long. While diddling herself, she reached over and grabbed Cass's uncut dick. That led to the second cocksucking session. Cass let them go at it. Jeb was right, she was good. She knew her way around a dick. It felt great. He was hot and horny and ready to go. On the bed, condoms on, Cass lay supine and Nicole got on top of him cowgirl style. She slid down his pole, fell over on top of him, and arched her back. "Fuck me in the ass," she told Jeb. He got on top and mounted her ass. She threw her head up and groaned in sheer ecstasy as Jeb impaled her shit hole. Shit, Cass thought, she is freaky. Thank God they found her. She's going to be a lot of fun the next four years. The fucking was kind of awkward. Nicole did most of the work, bouncing back and forth on both of their dicks at the same time. The whole thing was just seriously hot to Cass. Her pussy wasn't tight exactly, it was too well used for that, but she knew how to move. All three of them were grunting and muttering "oh fuck" and "oh shit" as they let their carnal selves have free rein. Cass grabbed her tits as she rode him. He could see Jeb's face and could see that he was losing it. She was small enough that her ass had to be super tight. He wasn't going to last much longer. Then he sucked in a big gulp of air, grimaced and came. Freed of the dick in her ass, Nicole started riding Cass savagely. He didn't care. Bring it on. He held her thighs and rammed her down onto his dick as she came down. Then it happened: he exploded. The room still smelled like sex when Dylan got there. If he noticed it, he didn't mention it. For some reason, his whole demeanor seemed strange. He had gotten used to his roommate being one way all the time, calm and subdued and vaguely unhappy. Over the course of the week, Dylan didn't seem all that calm or subdued but he was still unhappy. Cass chalked it up to homesickness, which Dylan seemed to suffer from more than most. He was surprised when he said that Alex had invited him to go to the party down by the Law School. There was some protective instinct in Cass as he tried gently to talk him out of it. Cass liked Alex, thought he was good looking and good in bed, but he knew that Alex's intentions weren't noble. He regretted then having Alex detain Dylan so he could have sex but the damage was done. Clearly Alex had been fucking with the kid's mind. But Dylan decided to go despite Cass's discouragement. Figuring that he had the right to fuck up his own life, Cass dropped the subject. On the night of the party, they met Alex there and Alex was tripping on Nexus. That should have told Dylan something but it didn't. Still, Cass had a task to perform, his fifth. That was to get massively, monumentally wasted. He got started with the beer but soon changed up to vodka. After a while, he noticed that he hadn't seen Dylan, Dave or Alex for a while and briefly worried about that. Then he saw Nicole talking with a very hot Latin girl. He moved over to where she was, hoping for a little drunken action. Nicole introduced her as Maria. "I was wondering if we might could get together again, later on." Cass said, just drunk enough not to care how brazen the approach was. "Sorry, stud," Nicole said, patting him on the chest. "I'm in the fish tank tonight. My task is purely pussy." "Oh, okay," Cass said, surprised at how open she was being about it. He was buzzed but not that buzzed. "I hope it's not because of what Jeb said. I don't feel that way at all." She looked at him uncomprehendingly. Then she remembered. Turning to Maria, she said, "Jeb complimented my cocksucking skills by calling me a slut." "Like that's an insult" Maria snorted. "Don't worry, big boy. I don't mind. Slut is what they call you when a girl likes to fuck as much as a boy does. And I love to fuck. And I come every time." "You live on the same wall as Carlos Lucraft?" Maria asked him. "Done him yet?" "No." They were taking his bisexuality for granted. "You ought to. He'll rock your world" Nicole looked around and then pointed something out to Maria. Turning to Cass, she took out a pen and a scrap of paper, writing down her cell number. "Call me when you're horny." Maria grabbed the paper and scribbled her number down too. Then they headed off in the direction of two other girls, which Cass supposed were their designated bed partners for the night. Not drunk enough, he headed back for the bar. He fell into a conversation with the guy Blake, the Kappa Sig, which he had met at Harry's. The conversation was mostly about Nicole. Apparently, Blake had fucked her too and was admirer of her skills. Another guy, Brandon, joined them and he and Blake scouted out the possible fucks at the party. Brandon pointed out the two muscle boy twins that lived on the hall with Cass. Blake shrugged and considered. "I try and keep the dick on the down low. Too much fucking grief from my asshole brothers. But I've never had twin boys. Any possibilities there?" "Not as a pair. There is separately." Brandon said. "Fuck it then. Pussy is better anyway." Brandon looked at Cass and laughed. "Too much for virgin ears?" "I don't know" Cass slurred. He had done vodka with a splash of grapefruit juice and the whole room was spinning. He has having trouble keeping his balance. Brandon got next to him and whispered, "If somebody doesn't have to bail you out of jail or pour you into bed, then you fail this task. That would suck. You've been on the watch list since you were 13. Your brother Dex was on my selection committee and he was the first guy to ever fuck me in the ass. So drink up, buddy. You got big shoes to fill, got it?" "Yeah" Cass said, taking another big chug. That was the one that did it. As that alcohol got into his system, he was officially shit faced. Staggering around in the front room, trying to remember where the kitchen was so he could get one last drink, he ran into Dylan, almost literally. He tried to focus his eyes, which took some effort. Dylan had the faint aroma of marijuana on him and Cass finally focused enough to see that his eyes were a little bloodshot. "Are you stoned?" Cass said, trying to keep his head still but seemed to want to bob around. "Yeah, kinda" Dylan said. Cass snorted, "Shit. You're gonna end up not being a bad roommate after all" "Thanks, I guess". Cass thought he might be insulted but didn't care. He'd be a good guy if he just fucking loosened up. Alex was right. "I'm gonna get another drink," Cass slurred, trying to launch himself in the direction of more booze. "Don't you think you've had enough?" Dylan asked, kind of propping him up by the elbow. "I can still stand up" Cass said "I think you have had enough" "Just one more, please, Daddy?" Cass said, laughing at his own humor. Fuck him. They wanted him drunk and he hadn't passed out yet. Pivoting sloppily, he headed for the kitchen. He vaguely remembered the cops showing up and Dylan dragging him away with Alex and Dave. Of course, Dave might not have been there. Who could say? He did remember being in Alex's jeep going down the interstate with the wind in his temporarily sobering him slightly and he remembered yelling at the moon for some reason. Apparently, the moon had pissed him off. He had no idea how he got in bed. When he woke up at the break of noon the next day, he felt dirty, skanky and seriously unwell. His mouth was like cotton and his face was covered in his own dried slobber. Just sitting upright almost prompted him to call for an ambulance. He was nauseous and his head was about to explode. Fortunately, Dylan didn't lord it over him. Cass acknowledged to himself that from Dylan's perspective, he probably had a right to. But he didn't, which Cass ticked off as another sign that the kid was basically cool underneath the veneer of fundamentalism. He did have a cold V8 for him to drink and it was about the only thing that he was likely to hold down. He also had some Ibuprofen. Eventually, Cass felt well enough to make it down the hall and shower. The shower did help some and he felt more human but still very hung over. Dylan was at his desk reading when Cass got back. He sank onto his bed, his robe open and dressed only in boxer briefs. "Do I remember you getting stoned last night?" "Yeah, you remember that" Dylan said without looking up from his book. "Do I remember something with a cop?" "Yeah." "You got me out of it?" Dylan closed the book on his finger to mark the place and turned around to him. "It was Alex mostly. He did the talking. You gotta give him credit, he can think on his feet. But, yeah, we made sure you got home." "Thanks," Cass said. "So, getting stoned, is that something you're going to be doing more of?" "I don't think I'm going to be a pot head or anything," Dylan said after a long pause. "But, yeah. I liked it and I'll probably do it again." "How do you feel about right now? I got some." Dylan looked at his book, thought for a second and seemed almost on the verge of saying no. Instead, he said, "yeah, okay. I'd like that" They smoked and laughed. Dylan told him the whole story about the cop, which made Cass wince. He had been that close to going to jail which was scary. But he had gotten away with it and that felt okay. "Have I been a dick to you?" Cass asked him. "No, why?" "It's just that I've sort of been off doing my own thing and kind of left you behind. It seems kind of shitty." "To be honest, at first, I kind of wanted you to leave me behind. I think it may be the other way around. I've been kind of jerk to you," Dylan said. "Like I was superior or something. But the thing is, now, I'd like to be your friend. Last night, you said I might not turn out to be a bad roommate after all. I'd like to be a good roommate." "Yeah, okay. Fresh start then," Cass said. Then he remembered that he had a task that he needed to do tomorrow – go to church stoned. He couldn't the following weekend since that was the FYS experiential ropes course. Tomorrow would be the last Sunday before he had to be done with everything. But, now that he was forging a new friendship with Dylan, he didn't want to do something that would be deeply insulting to the guy. "So are you going to church tomorrow?" Dylan breathed in a long slow inhale. "I don't think so. I think I'm going to be laying off of church for a while." "Okay" Cass said. "Sounds good"