Date: Thu, 26 Jan 2017 00:29:30 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dionysius chapter 2

				 DIONYSIUS
				    By
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson, MDiv, DMin

Copyright 2016

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and involves sex between college
students, both male and female, as well as drug and alcohol use.  If this
offends you, especially bisexuality, then please do not read. If you are
not offended, please enjoy.

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							CHAPTER 2

	Cass had stared and studied the list a couple of times overnight.
The pot wasn't a problem and neither was getting fucked in the ass.  There
are gay guys on campus that wouldn't mind fucking a well put together
multiracial boy.  He was even looking forward to it.  Going to church
stoned would just be boring but not a problem and neither was going to a
party and getting drunk.  Making a porno was a little more challenging.  If
pressed, he could set up a camera and jack off but he wanted it to be
better than that.  He wanted some high quality stroke material.  Of course,
the paper didn't say whether he was supposed to be an actor or the
photographer but Cass figured that if he was going to be involved in a
porno it would be front in of the camera.  After all, most guys want to be
porn stars anyway.  His real problem was the two three-ways.  He had a
month to have them when he hadn't had a three-way of any kind in the four
years of his active sex life.  Plus, it didn't seem like they were going to
have these things all set up for him.

	After lunch on Saturday, he got a call from Alex wanting to know if
he wanted to go out drinking.  Never one to pass up a good time, Cass
agreed.  Alex and Simon picked him up outside his dorm in Alex's gray jeep
and they sped off to a bar called Harry's, which is a campus landmark.
Getting there from campus is actually a pain in the ass by car even if it
is only 3 blocks on foot.  Alex went around the park across the street,
fronting the main Quad, sped down a side street for two blocks.  Since
Forsyth is one way, he went another two blocks to turn on Hardeman and make
the block, and then up Forsyth to pull into Harry's.  It was a dive bar,
known for cheap drinks and a relaxed attitude about carding.  That made it
popular with students, three quarters of whom are underage.  The other
selling point for Dub students is that at worst they could stumble home on
foot.  Harry's is the only bar within stumbling radius.  The story was that
the cops knew it and they patrolled pretty heavily, liberally passing out
public intoxication tickets, which are a buck fifty a piece, a nice little
revenue generator for the city.

	Even though there was a doorman at the door, they slid in without
being carded with a mere nod of the head from Alex and Simon.  The bar
wasn't crowded yet since it was still early but there were people there.
The front room was dominated by the bar along one wall with booths and
tables along the opposite wall.  The place had the faint odor of stale
beer.  Down the hallway, beyond the kitchen, was the back room with pool
tables.  Simon and Cass settled into a booth and Alex arrived bearing three
longneck Budweiser's.

	"Can I ask a question?" Cass asked as Alex plopped down into the
booth opposite him, sitting next to Simon.  They were facing the door.  "Is
it worth it, really?"

	Simon grinned.  "Definitely.  If you want to enjoy being at
college, that is."

	"99% have to choose between quality and quantity.  We don't.  We
get both." Alex said.

	Cass wasn't sure what he meant by that but didn't get a chance for
an explanation.  A good looking guy in his mid twenties with his blonde
hair pulled back into a pony tail came up to the booth holding another
round of beers.  Alex and Simon greeted him warmly and the guy slid into
the booth next to Cass.

	"Harry, this is our new friend, Cass Morgan." Simon said.

	Harry sized him up and seemed satisfied with what he saw.  "I
brought some beer in honor of new friends."

	"I don't care what anybody says Harry, you're a cool guy." Alex
said, tipping the first bottle back and draining it down.  He picked up the
second bottle and made a mock toast.  "To Harry, owner of the shittiest bar
in town."

	"You can suck my dick, you little shit," Harry shot back but in a
friendly tone.  He picked up a bottle and tapped it against Alex's beer.
"Again"

	"Not a problem.  Isn't big enough to gag on.  Want me to crawl
under the table and do it here?"

	Harry turned to Cass.  "You sure you want to hang with these two
losers?"

	"Didn't have anything better to do," Cass answered.

	"Bullshit.  Big black eyes and you got that multi-ethnic thing
going on.  What are you exactly?"

	"White, black, Thai, Brazillian" Cass answered.

	"Dex is more Asian" Harry said.

	"Half brother.  His mother is Filipino" He wasn't surprised that
Harry knew Dex.  Dex, he thought, was something of a legend.  It did
confirm for him that Harry was a member too.

	"Buzz cut suits you.  And you're in luck, tonight is newbie's drink
free night."

	Before Cass could say anything, Alex jumped in, "Let's go shoot
some pool.  Otherwise Harry would probably rape you right here.  You
coming, Sime?"

	"No, go ahead.  I'm meeting Shontae."

	Alex motioned for them to go to the back and Harry trailed along
with them.  At the kitchen, Harry split off, telling Alex to get with him
before he left.  Walking into the back, they claimed an unused table.  The
balls clattered out and Alex started racking them up.

	"Who is Shontae?"

	"His so-called girlfriend"

	"Does she know?" Cass asked

	"Fuck no.  Not any of her fucking business really.  Just because he
gets his freak on with us doesn't mean she isn't getting her injection
regularly.  It's not like she hasn't spread her legs for other people.
Besides she likes the high quality party favors, if you know what I mean.
Oh, just for shits and giggles, what do you think about Harry?"

	"He seems pretty cool. " Cass said.

	Alex broke.  The balls clanged loudly and a stripe fell in.  He
moved around and slammed the 10 ball in the side, putting just enough spin
on it to drop the 12 in the other side pocket.  He missed on the 14.
Standing there with his cue, Alex smiled mischievously, "Yeah well, him and
me are going to help you out with one of your projects."

	Cass was momentarily annoyed that Alex has talking to him while he
shot but he made the 3 ball anyway.  "Oh yeah? Should I guess which one?"

	As Cass was lining up a shot on the opposite corner with the 6
ball, Alex leaned over him and whispered, "Well, Harry is a total fag and
he likes twinks.  I happen to know that you need to learn how to get off
with things up your ass.  So we're going to fuck you silly.  You just need
a couple of beers to loosen up and then the real party starts."

	Cass popped the ball in the pocket.  Straightening himself and
lining up the one ball, he said, "Not much for seduction, are you?  So if
Harry is a total fag, what are you?"

	"You and I are the same.  Just two horny guys with no need for
bullshit."

	Cass made the shot.  He lined up the three ball.  "I guess I'm
going to have to get this game over with.  All this romance is making me
hard."

	Cass made that shot too and ran the table without giving Alex
another chance to shoot.  Cass was impatient, suggesting that they get on
with it without any more ado.  Collecting up Harry, they sped off, Alex and
Cass in the Jeep and Harry following in a Mustang.  Inside Alex's
apartment, he pulled out a bag of dope and loaded a bong hit.  Cass picked
up the bag and smelled the sweet aroma.  The buds had traces of purple and
were very sticky.  The smoke itself was very smooth and the high almost
instantaneous, a very uplifting high with a nice body buzz.  It was the
perfect weed for fucking.  "So," Cass taunted Alex, "am I special or what's
the deal."

	Alex grinned.  "Oh, I'm definitely going through the whole pledge
class.  That's the upside of my job.  I got to see all of you naked and
going at it.  But don't get the big head.  You're not the pick of the
litter.  There is one chick that is super freaky and I'm going to fuck her
ragged.  You're not even the best of the boys.  There is one perfect model
of the male physique that the selection committee almost had a knife fight
over to be the first to fuck.  It's just that I wanted to bang you when you
were a freshman and Harry has a fetish for uncut boys, particularly brown
skinned boys.  He did your brother enough.  I guess he wants the pair."

	"You know how to make a boy feel special" Cass shot back.  Alex's
attitude was beginning to annoy him.  It was almost like a sense of
entitlement, something akin to rape.  He was silently considering walking
out and telling them to fuck off.

	"If you are looking for love, you came to the wrong place," Harry
said.  "This is about getting off.  When we vote for initiation, there are
only two criteria: are we going to want to party with this person from now
on and are we going to want to fuck around with them.  You're hot, which is
why you're here, and you seemed like the kind of person we like: the 1%
that can pursue pleasure without guilt or shame or self-delusion.  The kind
of person willing to take what he wants. It's like Max Stimer said: `what a
man has the might to do, he has the right to do.'  Or Freud's pleasure
principle.  I'm not going to go into Michel Onfray because, honest to God,
I want to fuck you, not have a philosophical discussion.  This is what
Dionysus is: chaos, disorder, ecstasy, pleasure for the sake of pleasure,
saying `fuck you' to the rules and `fuck you' to the norms of society. That
is what you are joining.  Now, tell me, do you want me to tell you how
special you are or will my erection do the trick?"

	Cass reached for the bag and loaded another hit.  "You don't mind,
right?" he asked.  Taking in another sweet lungful, he said, "why do you
fuckers still have your clothes on?  We fucking or not?"

	Harry pulled off his shirt and Cass admired him.  He had a hot,
muscular body, the product of more of working out than steroids, and a
hairy chest.  Alex, the blonde boy, was very toned but more lean, like the
lacrosse player he was, the product of running and some lifting.  Harry was
tanned and Alex paler, with freckles across his shoulders.  But both were
fine specimens.  With their jeans off, Harry was dressed in a pair of
colorful, paisley briefs and Alex, black boxer briefs.  Harry was all ready
hard, his cock fully outlined in the cotton of the underwear.  Alex was
getting there, and the bulge in his crotch promised a man sized dick.  Cass
stripped of his shirt and, like Alex, he was lean and toned.

	Upstairs in Alex's bed, all three were naked and hard.  They didn't
talk much.  For Cass, the alcohol and pot was making him hornier than he
would have been otherwise.  They were kissing and rolling about, very
physically engaged.  Splayed out across the bed, Harry got between Cass's
legs and swallowed his prick whole.  As the warm sensation of it filled
him, Cass thought that the best feeling in the world was a blow job from
someone who knew how to do it and wanted to do it.  Alex got above him and
guided his member down Cass's throat, his nose touching the boy's blond,
trimmed pubes.  They sucked each other hungrily.

	Cass knew he hadn't been getting enough sex.  He had only hooked up
once since he got to Willingham and that just wasn't what he wanted.  His
libido was too strong for that.  Even jacking off had been tough with Dylan
around in the room.  That was why he was so eager to go at it.  Ordinarily,
guys did less for him than girls but nobody could tell that from the way he
was acting in bed that night.  He could only guess at how bisexual Alex was
but he did seem to be enjoying the blowjob.  Harry clearly was gay and his
oral skills were outstanding.  Cass knew he was going to have to get Harry
off of him or he was going to cum too soon.  Pushing Alex away, he
struggled away from Harry, pulling him and going after the older guy's
dick.  Harry left his pubic hair natural and the sheer masculinity of it
was exciting.

	But they weren't there to suck. They were there to fuck.  They put
him on his knees, back arched, legs wide apart to get fucked doggie style.
He felt fingers going in his ass, stretching his hole and moaned
appreciatively.  One hand went between his legs and stroked his rock hard
boner.  Then he felt the coldness of the lube being applied.

	"You ready for this, kid?" Harry asked.

	"Yeah," Cass panted. "Fuck me"

	The sensation was searing as Harry entered him.  He was stunned at
the pain.  He put his head down and bit his arm, just to distract himself
from it.  He couldn't imagine how anybody could find pleasure in this.
Then he found out.  The feeling was intense, beyond description.  He wanted
to move around, squirm, shift himself to find a position that was
comfortable and ended up just backing himself farther on to Harry's dick.

	"I think he likes it.  Look at him buck" Harry said.  "You like
that kid?"

	The power of speech was almost beyond him.  "Just fuck me" Cass
whispered.

	The feeling of the dick going in and out of him beggared him.  He
didn't know whether he should shit, piss or cum.  He wasn't sure he liked
it after all.  If he did, he knew he liked it a lot.  If he didn't, he
hated it more than anything.  At that moment, he honestly couldn't tell.
But he didn't want it to stop.  In fact, he wanted it harder.  He was
pushing backwards as Harry rammed into him.  Cass reached down and tugged
on his dick which had grown soft.  Despite that, it was supersensitive.  He
just put his head down and surrendered to the ecstasy as Harry pile drove
him.  By now, the man was fucking him hard, like a machine, fast and
furious.  Cass knew he had never felt anything like it before.  Just don't
let it stop, Cass thought.

	But it did.  He could actually feel Harry's dick twitching inside
of him as he came.  Frustrated, hungry and horny, Cass waited until Harry
pulled out.  Then he flipped over on his back and spread his legs apart.
Stroking himself hard again, he stared at Alex silently, who recognized the
crazed, ravenous look.  He didn't have to be told what to do.  Putting his
condom on and greasing up, he pulled Cass to the edge of the bed and threw
the boy's knees up onto his shoulders.  Then he mounted him.

	"Fuck me as hard you can" Cass snarled.

	Alex drove himself hard into him.  His balls slapped against the
boys butt. Cass was stroking himself.  All his attention, all of his focus,
was on the sensations of his mid section.  It felt great.  He wanted it
more, harder and faster.  Alex had been jacking to stay hard while Harry
did the deed and now the pace was too much.  He was like a crazed, primal
beast and the boy he was fucking was lost in his own pleasure too.  It was
too late to slow down and take his time.  The moment was done and now he
was going to fuck him until he was done.  Cass threw his head back and
grimaced, still masturbating himself but now furiously.  In thick, big
ropes, he shot his load, some of it landing on his face, some on the bed
and more on his chest.  The site of the brown boy's climax did Alex in.  He
just leaned in and fucked him until he came.

	Cass lay there breathing heavily as he felt the warm glow surround
him.  All his pressures and stresses had melted away in a tremendous moment
of relief.  "Wow.  That was good" was all he could say.  Alex leaned in and
kissed him, licking the semen off his chin.

	Harry dressed to go back to the bar.  Cass didn't feel like
dressing at just that moment but he did have to piss.  Harry departed by
telling him that they needed to get together again, which Cass promised to
do.  He had enough life experience to know that the next time wouldn't be
as great as this one was but he didn't care.  Bottoming was definitely
going to be part of his repertoire from now on.  He went to piss while Alex
went to retrieve the pot.  Through Simon's closed door, he could hear that
the black guy was in there getting it on with a fairly loud moaning girl.
Apparently, he had come in while they were fucking in Alex's room.

	Sitting on his bed, naked, smoking the pipe, Alex asked him about
his roommate.  "What?" Cass asked, surprised at the question.

	"Dylan, your roommate.  I'm the TA in his First Year Seminar
section.  Tell me about him."

	First Year Seminar is required of all freshmen and is the
prerequisite for any English or other literature class.  Academically
rigorous, the class is reading, writing and discussion heavy, designed to
weed out the lazy and underprepared.

	"He's a nice enough guy, I guess.  He's from some bum fuck place in
South Georgia and is real religious.  He's a ministerial student.  Wants to
be a preacher.  It's funny, in a way.  The guy is definitely gay, a little
bit effeminate and he definitely is looking around more than he should in
the shower.  He's cute enough and looks younger than 18, so he could get
laid if he wanted to.  I think he ran cross country in high school and, I
can tell you, there's not an ounce of fat on the kid.  That's really about
it.  Why do you care?"

	"The gay part I picked up on.  I just thought it might be fun to
see if he can be corrupted, brought around to the dark side."

	"I don't know, dude," Cass said.  "Seems kind of mean to me."

	Alex snorted.  "He's been brainwashed to believe in some bullshit
that says that his deepest, most urgent feelings are wrong and sinful.  I'd
be doing the fucker a favor."

	"Maybe" Cass said, looking at his watch. "Shit. It's not even 11:30
yet."

	They decided that since the night was still young, they would go
back out and get fucked up.  They ended up back at Harry's which was
crowded now.  Getting a table was out of the question, so they stood in the
back waiting for a pool table to open up, each sipping a beer.  Harry had
been behind the bar when they got there so the beer was free.  As they
stood there, a fairly short guy, well built with short brown hair, came up
to them.

	"Blake, what's happening?" Alex said warmly.

	"Not much.  The Kappa Sigs have taken over Element tonight and it
was boring.  No pussy hardly at all."

	"Didn't want to hang with your brothers?" Alex teased him.

	"Fuck `em.  I figured this place would be crawling with freshman
pussy and I was right.  Who's your friend?"

	"Cass, this is Blake Herring, Kappa Sigma Extraordinaire, baseball
playing jock and all around asshole."

	"How's it hanging, dude," Blake said, reaching out to shake Cass's
hand.  "Freshman, right?  You tapped any of this poon?"

	"Not yet."

	Blake sniffed and looked around the room.  He seemed a little
buzzed to Cass, who also wondered if this was another Dionysus member.
"Well, if you keep hanging around this fag, you'll end up taking it in the
ass."

	"Yeah, I know" Cass said.  His asshole was actually hurting some
right then.

	"Well shit, I see a target of opportunity," Blake said, spying a
blond girl with big tits walking into the back room alone.  "Catch you guys
later."

	Cass didn't ask if Blake was a member or not.  He figured the way
to prove that he could keep his mouth shut was by starting now and not
asking a bunch of questions.  A table opened up finally but this time, Alex
won.  The second game didn't go so well the second game because Alex was
chatting up a girl.  After Cass won, Alex took him aside and said that he
wanted to leave so he could try to fuck the chick but that would leave Cass
stranded.  Cass told him to go ahead and he would figure something out.  He
had noticed that while playing the second game a girl had been checking him
out.  So as Alex left with the red haired chick, Cass motioned for the girl
that had been watching him to come over.  He invited her to play a game.

	"It's just before last call" the girl said.  When she spoke, he
knew who she was.  She was the female member of the selection committee.

	"Don't worry," he said.  "I just got to know the owner.  Maybe
he'll let us hang around after closing, at least for a game of pool"

	"Maybe he will. I happen to know him too."

	"I kinda figured you did.  Anyway, let's rack `em up and see what
happens."

	She turned out to be pretty good, although Cass wasn't playing to
win.  He was entranced by her.  She had long brown hair tied back in a pony
tail and looked a bit like a sexy librarian.  The kind that dresses
professionally at work and but can change into a red hot fox in the right
dress.  She was dressed conservatively but the shirt was tight,
highlighting her tits.  After last call, the lights flashed and Harry went
to the back telling people they had to leave.  The lights flashed on and
off to give the same message.  They didn't move.

	"I'm Cass, by the way.  But I think you knew that all ready," he
said, now that the room was empty.

	"Yeah, I did.  I'm Emmy."

	"Nice to put a name to a voice.  Did I ever tell about the best sex
I ever had?  This one time, I met a chick in a bar and fucked her senseless
on a pool table.  Oh, wait.  That hasn't happened yet."

	"You're pretty sure about yourself," she said, fishing around in
her purse and pulling out a condom.  "That's good.  I know you know how to
use this."

	She was small and petite so Cass lifted her effortlessly onto the
pool table.  Straddling her legs, he kissed her and pulled her body close
to his.  He could feel her heat and smell her scent.  He kissed her neck
and nibbled at her ears, trying to restrain himself from going directly at
her pussy.  She kissed his neck and jammed her hand down between his legs,
grabbing his unit and squeezing.

	"Just the right size" she whispered in his ear.

	He stripped off his T shirt and threw it aside.  Emmy massaged his
chest muscles as he continued to kiss her.  Then he stripped off her shirt.
Her firm, ripe tits were still encased in her bra and he wanted it off.
With a practiced hand, he reached behind her and liberated them.  He
grabbed one with his hand and nibbled on the nipple of the other.  They
were just the right size too, just big enough without being flabby.  Tits
turned him on.

	Looking up, Cass saw Harry in the doorway with another guy standing
there as an audience.  Cass didn't care.  He intended to fuck her and they
could watch if they wanted.  In fact, it was better.  It was a turn-on all
its own.  Sinking to his knees, he reached under her skirt and pulled down
her pink lace panties.  Her snatch was fully shaven.  A boy with a hard-on
and a girl with a nice, clean pussy are two of the better things in life,
Cass thought.  He rammed his face into her cunt, licking and nibbling the
folds.  He swirled his tongue around her clit and fingered her.  She was
wet and the taste was musky.  He loved to eat pussy and he was good at it.
Knowing that he could get a girl off just with his tongue and a finger gave
him power.  It made him even more lustful.  Emmy was leaning back and
moaning loudly as he performed his oral mastery.

	She came with a shiver and the wetness increased.  He continued to
lick her so she would get the maximum of her orgasm.  "Want me to blow
you?" she panted.

	He undid his shorts and yanked down his underwear.  "No, I'm going
to fuck you.  Ready to come again?"

	The look she gave was something like `bring it on'.  He did.
Sheathing himself in the rubber, he slid his rock hard member into her wet,
hot cunt.  Her skirt was still up around her midriff.  Grabbing and
massaging her tits while he fucked her, Cass slid it in and out of her.
She was sticky and wet and loving it.  It wasn't soft and sensual, it was
hard and animalistic.  Maybe it was the testosterone but he felt super
masculine, dominate and in charge.  Having all ready come, he had staying
power and fucked her savagely.  She was almost screaming in delight and
that made him want to fuck her even harder.  By now a crowd of bar workers
had gathered, drawn by Emmy's loud groaning.  They were encouraging him,
telling him to fuck the bitch.  He did.  Again and again, he pounded her.
By now she was playing with her own titties, trying to milk every ounce of
pleasure out of it.  Cass was like a wild animal, driving his hips into the
older girl.

	"Oh, fucking God," she screamed as she came again.

	She shook beneath him but he kept pile driving her.  He felt it
building and didn't care.  He wanted it.  Like a piston, he fucked her.
Greater and greater the pressure grew until he could stand no more.  With a
loud yell of "Oh fuck" he emptied himself into his condom in a blaze of
utter joy.

	All the guys clapped.  Emmy stood and took a bow.

	College is looking up all ready, Cass thought.