Date: Tue, 7 Feb 2017 12:44:04 +0000
From: Jesse Gibson <revjpgibson@hotmail.com>
Subject: Dionysius Chapter 4

				 DIONYSIUS
				    BY
		   Rev Jesse Penfield Gibson MDiv, DMin


				   FOUR

	Cass's original plan had been to go home to Atlanta that weekend,
buy a bag from Bender (hopefully at a decent price) to resell and maybe go
clubbing and hook-up with a pair of chicks.  His time to complete his tasks
was one quarter gone and he had only gotten one done, taking it up the ass.
Now he needed to get the pot challenge out of the way and begin working on
the three-ways.  When Dylan announced he was going home for the weekend
that opened up all sorts of possibilities, so Cass decided to remain behind
on Friday at least.

	He actually felt bad for Dylan.  The kid was attractive.  With a
better hair cut, he could even be model worthy – big green eyes, full
red lips, excellent bone structure and a fit, lean look.  But he lacked
self-confidence.  Worse yet, he seemed dedicated to the idea that
abstaining from sex was a good thing, which is a point of view Cass didn't
understand.  They were, after all, young.  Why waste your youth depriving
yourself?  It didn't make sense.  But it wasn't like he didn't like his
roommate, they just didn't have much in common.  Dylan was friendly and, if
he felt disapproval for Cass's partying, he didn't mention it.  Mostly, he
just seemed lost and bewildered to Cass.

	He decided to go a dance club downtown called the Abyss with Dave
and Mark from across the hall.  They were both soccer players from Orange
Park and had the kind of hot bodies that soccer players, and lacrosse
players for that matter, earn as a result of their sport.  Mark wasn't ugly
or anything but besides his hot body, he was pretty non-descript.  Really
it was just that he suffered in comparison to his roommate, Dave.  That guy
was sex on wheels.  His body was perfect, like a Greek god, with a
perfectly symmetrical face and wavy, longish brown hair.  The only flaw,
and it was a minor one, was that he was a couple of inches shorter than
Cass, say about 5' 9" inches, which is a little short.  But you sure as
fuck wouldn't kick him out of bed for that.  But he seemed pretty straight,
even though Cass knew that didn't count for much since he was straight
acting too.  He wouldn't mind finding a girl and tagging her with Dave,
with the possibility of more action than that.

	The Abyss is an 18+ club downtown and the premier dance spot in
town.  They carded them and issued no alcohol bracelets to the guys.  Mark
had some E but both Dave and Cass didn't want to do it with Dave noting
that he wasn't in the mood for a limp dick.  He wanted pussy.  Cass did
too.  There was plenty of pussy to choose from as the crowd was tilted
slightly in that favor.  Deprived of liquid courage but looking hot in
black jeans and black, tight T, Cass went about finding his next conquest.
He chatted up a few girls briefly but had no bites yet when he decided to
go get a coke at the bar.  Standing there, trying to get somebody's
attention, a pair of hotties shoved up against him.  One was a petite blond
in a very skimpy denim skirt and tight blouse that highlighted her boobs
nicely, even more so for the lack of a bra. The other looked like an
Italian chick with an impressive rack and skin tight pants.

	"Are you just standing there, stud or are you buying," the Italian
bitch said to him.

	"I was thinking maybe you could buy me a drink," Cass said, holding
up his red bracelet.  He noticed that they had white ones, which meant they
were over 21.

	"And what do we get out of it if we do?"  The blonde asked, rubbing
up against him ever so slightly.

	He shrugged modestly.  "Well, I'm an easy lay when I've been
drinking."

	"That's cause you got a dick, honey.  All guys are easy lays,
drinking or not," the Italian said.  "But what ya having anyway?"

	"Rum and coke?"

	The Italian ordered herself a vodka and cranberry, a mojito for the
blond and his rum and coke.  He joined them back their table.  The Italian
girl's name was Natalie and her friend was Tanya.  Cass kept up his end of
the playful, flirtatious banter as they drained that round and then
another.  Acting as if they were meat inspectors, the girls made him pull
up his shirt to show off his abs and chest.  They pronounced him grade A
premium beef, but since he was just a freshman he would have to be called
veal.  He didn't mind that: veal is a young and tender.  They went out on
the dance floor and worked up a sweat dancing, all three of them together.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Dave at a table with Emmy, the
girl he had fucked the week before and who clearly a member of Dionysus.
Mark was there with them and Dave was clearly trying to work something out
sexually.  In a flash of inspiration, Cass realized that Dave was also a
pledge and was working on a task, probably to have a three way with his
roommate.  The fact that Emmy was there told him what he needed to know.
The reason they wouldn't need proof is that a member would be involved in
its completion.  They dictated what happened and then set up the
opportunity to make it happen.  That would mean that Natalie and Tanya were
Dionysus members potentially.  That realization didn't faze Cass.  If he
ended up getting laid and/or fucked up, he didn't care at all.

	The girls were rubbing all over him as they danced.  After another
round of drinks, they were well-lubricated and totally without inhibition,
even if they had little to start with.  Cass suggested that they go back to
his room on campus.  Natalie thought it was funny but said she was game.
It might even remind her of her own freshman year, awkwardly trying to fuck
on the little beds the Dub gives you.  So they sped recklessly back to
campus, the merest bit drunk but avoided any contact with the cops.  On his
bed, they lined up and began to neck.  The girls seemed as into each other
as they were into him.  Tanya in particular went after Natalie's melons.

	Soon they were naked and Cass's swollen dick liberated.

	"You ever measured it?" Natalie demanded as Tanya licked it.

	"Not really" Cass admitted.

	"Well, you got a nice one" Natalie said, pushing Tanya out of the
way to suck on it.  She crawled up next to him in the bed and Cass began to
kiss her and finger her twat.  He figured this was pretty cool, having two
girls at once.  When Natalie began to eat out Tanya, Cass nearly creamed
right there.  It was that hot. Instead, he sucked on Tanya's small firm
titty's as her gal pal went to town on her vagina.  What made it better for
Cass was that it was so nasty.  There were no declarations of love just raw
lust and fucking.

	He wanted to taste both their pussies, so he moved down and up
underneath Natalies as he ass was in the air, her face planted in her gal
pals twat.  Cass loved the musky odor of a pussy that was primed and hot,
loved the taste of it, the funky umame taste of it. He got his tongue right
in there, massaging her hole with it as his lips fit over her lips.  She
squirmed a bit but Tanya was moaning.  A girl knows how to eat a pussy like
a boy knows how to suck a dick.  After a while, they switched places.  Cass
buried his face in Tanya's cunt, surprised at the slightly lingering
strawberry taste from a recent douche, while Natalie bore her pussy into
Tanya's face.

	After nearly an hour of making out and oral, with each girl
apparently having at least one orgasm each, Cass was impatient for the
fucking.  Lying down on the bed, Tanya impaled herself on his stiff prick,
riding him cowgirl.  Natalie positioned herself to ride his face.
Obligingly, he ate her pussy while her lithe little friend rode him.  If he
had his choice, he would have just tapped her doggy style and was a little
annoyed that he being deprived of the fun of driving it into her deep.  But
he had to admit, Tanya knew how to ride a man.  She swiveled her hips and
bobbed up and down on him.  Since he couldn't control the pace, he was
feeling increasingly good fast.  Too fast.  He wanted her to slow down but
he had labia in his mouth.  Groaning hard, he emptied himself into the
rubber.

	Within minutes, though, he was hard again.  Natalie and Tanya
continued to make out and that was a turn-on.  Their lesbian action was
ravenous, hungry.  He squeezed himself to life as they went at it.  This
time, though, he was going to be in charge.  Natalie went on all fours, her
face buried in Tanya's coochie as Cass penetrated her from behind.  Sliding
into her smooth silky purse, he fucked her slowly at first.  There is
nothing better than this, he thought.  He was getting in touch with his
inner caveman as he ravaged her tight twat.  Tanya, splayed legged, moaned
loudly under her girlfriend's attention.  Cass shoved Natalie into her
deeper, making her ass go higher in the air.  That gave him more room to
fuck the living shit out of the Italian bitch.  And he fucked her hard,
which she didn't complain about.  He could tell she was the type of girl
that needed to be fucked hard.  Since he had so recently cum, he had
staying power this time and she began to whimper with delight.  When the
time came, he pulled out, tore off the condom and turned her over and came
on her big tits.

	The next day, he drove to Atlanta.  Bender had been his dealer all
through high school even though the guy is old enough now to be out of
college had he lasted long enough to graduate.  He was a year younger than
Cass's older brother which made him 23 now.  Dex, his brother, was living
the high life with a Buckhead condo, having gotten a finance degree from
the Dub.  But with a 6 year age gap, he and Cass weren't close and it never
entered his mind to go by and see Dex.  He would have to go to College Park
and see his mom since he hadn't actually made it home yet since school
started.  Other people may have homesickness but not him.  He couldn't wait
to get out and away from the dysfunctional shit that his mother was
constantly getting into.  Bender's apartment was near the Amtrak Station
and was pretty nice despite the fact that Bender seemed to float from one
low paying crappy fast food job to another.  Probably overcharging kids for
quarters made up the difference.

	When he got there, Cass thought Bender was alone but then a half
naked skinny blond haired kid came out of the bathroom.  The most
noticeable thing about the kid was that he had some impressive abs despite
being pretty lanky.

	"Yeah, this is Alex De Renne's baby brother, Nicky," Bender said as
he fished a half ounce bag of purple haze.  "You wouldn't mind giving
junior a ride home would you?  I hear you two are big buds."

	"I don't know where you hear that from.  I barely know the guy."
Cass retorted.  From the limited bit that he remembered Alex's parents were
both hippies and he had half-brothers and sisters spread out all over the
place.  He vaguely remembered that Alex had lived with his super rich
grandparents though.  "But what the fuck?  Where do you live, kid?"

	"West Paces Ferry"

	"It's on the way" Bender said, loading a sample of the purple haze
for him to smoke.

	"Fuck you, Bender.  How the fuck is West Paces Ferry on the way to
College Park?"  Cass snapped back.  His mother lived practically on the end
of the runways at Hartsfield, a testimony to her inability to manage money.
Thank goodness his Dad, a Delta pilot, was paying for college.  "It's
exactly the opposite direction."

	"So, it takes a little longer.  It's Saturday. Just get baked."
Bender said, handing him the bong.

	Cass sucked it in.  It was good pot, a nice sweet aroma and easy
taste.  But he needed to not over pay.  "All right, but you're cutting me a
break on this bag for carting your boy toy all over town. "

	"100 bucks for a half" Bender said as the kid pulled on his T shirt
and sank into a chair.

	"100 is the going rate.  80 bucks is a deal.  How old are you
anyway, kid? 14?"

	"90" Bender countered.

	"Fuck you Bender.  He's still got a hard on. It is 14, right?"

	"Yeah" the kid said sullenly, slouched down in the chair.  "What
the fuck does it matter?"

	"85 take it or leave it.  Rock bottom price.  Besides it's not like
he's a virgin." Bender said.  The kid looked disinterested.  "The Da Renne
brothers don't even make it to puberty before they lose their cherry.
Trust me, nobody's crying over his lost innocence."

	"Shit. All right" Cass grumbled.  He was still pretty sure he could
get 50 bucks for a quarter back in Macon, which would still be the profit
required.  They didn't say how much profit he needed to make. He counted
out the money and Bender tossed him the dope.

	The kid motioned with his hand.  "I'll take my quarter or no more
sucky sucky"

	Bender tossed him a quarter.  "I'd give you an ounce to get in that
sweet ass"

	"Exit only" the kid said.  "Come on if we're going.  Probably all
ready in trouble with the old fuckers."

	Cass had to get on 75 at Howell Mill and go north.  The kid
expertly rolled a joint while Cass drove and offered him a toke.  The kid
was all ready seemed pretty baked but Cass guessed that was a natural state
for him.

	"So how do you know Alex?" Nicky asked.

	"Just from school.  I won't tell him about Bender, about you and
him," Cass said.

	"I don't give a shit if you do.  Alex doesn't own me.  I do what I
want."

	Cass wasn't sure that wasn't just adolescent bravado but he didn't
call the kid on it.  "So what's the deal? Are you gay?"

	"Fuck no.  I'm gay the same way Alex is gay. Well, maybe the same
way you're gay.  You haven't fucked around with Alex yet?"

	"Just once" Cass answered. They turned off onto West Paces Ferry
and Nicky indicated that he should turn right.  His house, his
grandparent's house, was a huge affair far off the road with a guest house
that was the size of a mini-mansion itself.  There was serious money here.

	"Cool, the old fucks are gone.  Any chance I get a blow job?  I'm
still pretty horny."

	"Shit kid, you're jailbait.  It's statutory rape."

	"Fuck, can't rape the willing.  It makes it exciting.  We can
69. Isn't Alex in some sort of sex and drug club at school?  They haven't
tapped you?  You're hot enough."

	"I don't know what you're talking about."

	"Bullshit.  My mom and my dad were both members back in the day.
I'm pretty sure I'm on their watch list, kids they keep track of. I'm a
legacy. When the time comes, you can tell them that I am hardcore ."

	Against his better judgment, Cass went inside with him.  The house
was large and smelled of old money but Nicky's room was teenage typical:
messy, full of posters and drug paraphernalia, and other things design to
piss off the adults in his life.  Sucking dick was just one more adolescent
rebellion, Cass figured.  Judging from the posters of half naked women in
the room, he judged the kid's orientation to be mainly straight, which
meant that it didn't differ all that much from Cass's.  Nicky was all
business, though, stripping off his shorts and T, revealing his skinny
teenage body proudly.  He was all ready hard, his dick sticking out proudly
from his blond pubes.  He was uncut.  Cass stripped off too and threw him
on the bed.  The kid was no more than about 130 pounds at most.  There was
no romance in it, just a quick blowjob.  He didn't kiss or try to.  Going
head to toe, Nicky grabbed the older boy's cock and shoved it in his mouth.
Cass went a little slower, licking the kid's shaft and sucking on his
balls.  That prompted Nicky to slow down too and actually give a decent
blow job.  The kid's technique was amateurish and he scrapped with his
teeth a few times but on the whole about on par with a blow job from a
girl.

	Nicky came first, filling Cass's mouth with his bitter, salty
cream.  Then Cass returned the favor, cumming in the kid's mouth so he
could swallow it.  The kid didn't seem to care and had no real affection
afterwards.  Cass got his things together and left.  It took a while to get
to College Park, mostly because of traffic going to the Braves game but he
made it there in time to spend some time with his mom and still get back to
Macon before it was too late.  His mother proved to be just as crazy assed
bipolar and shrewish as she ever was so he felt little remorse in not
staying the night, not that she had exactly invited him.  Cass figured she
had plans, the `seventh one in seven days' as the old Drivin' n' Cryin'
song said.

	He got back to Macon just after sunset and decided to try to sell a
quarter to either Dave or Mark.  Both of them seemed to be pretty hard
partiers and, if that failed, there was a cute Cuban kid named Carlos that
lived on the other end of the hall.  That guy was a major league stoner
from what Cass had heard.  He was also just as gorgeous as Dave was and had
a pretty thick long uncut dick that he had the chance to check out in the
showers a few times.  A last resort would be the twins, Ryan and Joseph,
two stunning muscle gods but he didn't know them well at all.  He knocked
on Dave's door.  Inside the room were Dave, Mark and another guy that Dave
introduced as Jeb, an upperclassman and fellow soccer player.

	"Actually, I was wondering if you guys wanted to hang out and get
stoned," Cass said, stepping in the room.

	"Always want to get stoned, dude.  Whatcha got?" Jeb said.

	"Some Purple Haze I picked up in ATL.  Pretty good, kind of an
energetic high."

	"Break out the vaporizer, Davey" Jeb said, clapping his hands
together.  Dave had a portable vaporizer which he expertly worked to fill
up a bag of smoke as Mark shoved some towels under the doorway sill.  Jeb
got the first hit and as he exhaled, exclaimed, "That's pretty good shit.
Hey Dave, show him your pipe, the ceramic one."

	Dave seemed a little sheepish but pulled a ceramic pipe in the form
of a penis decorated with tiger strips out.  The bowl was resting on the
balls.  "It was a gift."

	"From an ex-boyfriend," Mark snickered.  He had taken a hit and was
giggly.  "I like getting high but not enough to suck a dick."

	"Don't knock it till you tried it," Cass shot back.  He wasn't sure
why he was defending Dave but it pissed him off, his presumed straight boy
superiority.  "So what if we suck a dick sometimes.  It's none of your
fucking business."

	"Don't get your fucking panties in a wad, asshole," Mark stood up
and moved a half step toward.  Cass stood up too. "He knows I was just
kidding.  We're cool."

	"We're all cool" Jeb said.

	"Actually, I was looking to unload a quarter." Cass said, sitting
back down and calming down.

	"How much?" Jeb asked.

	"50"

	Jeb thought about it.  "Yeah, all right.  I can do that.  But the
sample comes out of your bag."

	"Yeah, sure but I don't have a scale."

	Dave did, though.  It was a cheap hand scale but it worked.  He
carefully weighed out 28 grams for Jeb.  That completed another task for
him, his third in 8 days.  The party he was supposed to get massively drunk
at was next week.  He still hadn't gone to church stoned or had a three way
with a girl and a boy.  But his real problem was still the porno and how to
make it more than just a jack off session.

	He stuck around and got high with the soccer players some more
before they picked up Carlos, who also was a soccer player which Cass
hadn't known, to go an off-campus team party at the clubhouse of an
apartment complex. Dave and Mark had gone with Jeb while he endured a bit
of good-natured ribbing from the collected guys at the party about being a
lacrosse player.  But he gave back as good as he got, telling them that the
difference between lacrosse and soccer is that one is interesting and the
other is soccer.

	Even though he was drunk and high, Cass had a mild desire to try to
pick up either Dave or Carlos as part of his boy-boy-girl threesome.  He
was actually working on a girl when he noticed Carlos leave with a chick
and head for an apartment.  So that removed that option.  He looked around
for Dave but didn't see him.  So, he refocused his attention on the girl,
Jade, a tiny thing with small boobs but fairly hot.  After a while, Carlos
came up to him with another girl on his arm wanting to head back.  So Cass
loaded up his conquest for the night and Carlos and his latest and drove
back across the interstate.

	They pulled up into the small lot that was between Reade and the
larger dorm next to it, Nottingham, and parked.  The girls got out first.
Cass slid next to Carlos and whispered, "Dude, you're like my fucking hero:
two in one night."

	Carlos sighed.  "Shit, this is the 6th one in 24 hours.  My dick is
raw."

	"Sucks to be you" Cass said admiringly.

	"Yeah, all for a good cause, you know?" Carlos said.

	"Yeah."  Cass thought he knew exactly.