Yet More Goat Fucking
A work of fiction by Pagganos Homophilator. Pagganos may be reached at: paggan at aol dot com
Pissa Lotta Beer
Chapter 7 Yet More Goat Fucking
He had drifted off, for he knew not how long, when a voice startled him awake:
"Okay, Goat, get those legs up into the air. I'm gonna slip it to that cherry butt of your's if it's the last thing I do!"
Opening his eyes, Denny saw Jack Roberts, a cute, freckle-faced red-head who lived a few rooms down from Mark and Jay. Denny was pretty sure he'd sucked Jack off earlier in the evening, but he knew the brother had not yet fucked him, and the young man's intentions were pretty obvious - his pants were down around his ankles, and he towered over Denny, grinning and fisting a huge, bright red, straining hard crank which was already festooned with a generous wad of Crisco. His long pale legs were covered with dark orange hairs; an ample clutch of pubies, brightly orange this time, peeped out from beneath the hem of his t-shirt. They engulfed the base of his tool and abundantly covered his small tight balls, barely visible behind the fist pulling on his throbbing cock.
"Jeez, I wish I'd been here to watch Dunmore fuck ya'! That is always some sight!"
Denny was still blinking and yawning as Jack squatted down and helped him roll back into his fuck position. Over Jack's shoulder several more brothers appeared, hanging through the doorway. Then, right behind them, for the first time in a long while, a whole clutch of pledges appeared in the Goat Pen.
In truth, the class had all been kept much too busy upstairs during the early hours of the party to have any time to slip down into the basement, although some had managed to follow their big bros down the winding back stairs; but as stories about what having a Goat available actually meant began to float among the pledges, and as the frequency and intensity of their chores began to finally abate, the pledges one by one began to find excuses or opportunities to escape. The first wave had already darted down and back before the good mathematical doctor had opened the floodgates of lust, and now a second, and much larger, wave was assembling in the cellar.
Under the intense scrutiny of a score or more eyes, then, Jack eased his crank into the Goat's hot, still tight, but very slimy box, folding back an ankle in each hand. Denny was a little stiff - he wished Jay was there to loosen things up with his skillful tongue - but Jack took it nice and slow, grunting with pleasure. He knew what he was doing and, better yet, he appeared to be mostly sober. The other brothers eased closer to get a better look and the pledges clustered in the doorway slowly shuffled in to do the same. Jack gave the Goat a few good firm fucks, easing his throbbing tool deeper in with each well-placed stroke, then stopped at nearly full depth and sighed with loud delight.
Looking back over his shoulder, Jack called out: "Hey, a coupla you pledges! Grab his legs here! Don't make the brothers do all the work! Look lively, scumbags!", and Bobby Thompson and another pledge named Timmy stepped forward to the task - which also gave them an enviable front row seat for the impending proceedings. Jack stepped back to let them get into position and took the opportunity to shuck off his topsiders and pull off his jeans and jockeys. He re-advanced into the Goat zone, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it into the pile he had made of his clothes. He loomed once more over the Goat, stark naked and rock hard, his enormous blood gorged crank bobbing and twitching, glowing brilliant red and the absolute center of everyone's attention. Squatting back down into a fuck stance, he grinned and slapped Denny's ass check.
"Let's make that butt burn, baby!", Jack laughed, easing himself back into Denny's tight teen butt. He leaned forward and gave a firm push with his pale, bony pelvis, his crank slipping slowly into the Goat's asshole, his audience watching fascinated as inch after magnificent inch of his quivering crank disappeared into the boy's butt, until his big red cock was entirely buried in Denny's ass, and his thick garden of violently orange pubies was well ensconced in the depths of the Goat's ass crack. He held himself there still and deep inside of Denny for a long while, breathing heavily, until Alonso Briscoe, one of the brothers behind him, called out: "Hey Roberts, fuck or get off the Goat!", which witticism was greeted with howls of mirth.
Jack snorted and started driving his dick home faster and faster, pulling out and pounding back in with gusto, and soon Denny was wide awake again, once more grunting and pushing back as Jack's slim hips and long legs and monster wang pumped a good hot fuck into Denny's newly ravenous butt.
Jack really knew how to fuck. He was just slow enough at first, and just fast enough later, gentle until Denny was loose and hot, then powerful but delicate, and his aim was always true. He fucked for a long time, varying his pace and his thrusts, the two of them squirming away together. He tongued Denny's mouth briefly, but then moved his mouth to Denny's nipples and added them to the intricate manipulations wrought on the Goat's young and helpless body by Jack Robert's throbbing cock, Jack Robert's subtle hands, Jack Robert's brilliant hips...
Denny tried to exercise his Goat power, but no matter how hard he squeezed, how loud he panted, how cleverly he moved, the red-head riding his ass just kept grinning and grunting and fucking. Denny gave up on making his frat brother cum - he really wasn't so sure he even wanted to, as the sensations Jack was causing down in the Goat's buzzbox were quite satisfying on their own!
Denny glanced around. Most of the boys crowded into the Goat Pen had their dicks out, jerking off with more or less intensity, their eyes glued to Jack's pumping hips and jiggling nuts and steely rod and to Denny's elated face and squirming ass. Bobby Thompson was jerking his beautiful rock-hard rod just inches from Denny's head. Denny turned his head towards it and opened his mouth and Bobby stuck his dick gingerly into the Goat's throat. He moved his crank back and forth in Denny's mouth, then pushed himself into Denny's throat with a happy grunt while maintaining a firm grip on the Goat's ankle, always careful to keep the Goat's butt at a good angle for Jack's delving cock and banging hips.
Jack gradually changed his variable approach into a constant probing, thrusting fuck, setting a lusty, rhythmic pace. He leaned back a little, taking a deep breath and quickening his fuck just as Bobby Thompson shot off noisily in Denny's throat. Thompson's load was immense; cum overflowed the corner of Denny's mouth as Bobby bucked and spewed. He finally pulled out and surrendered his post to another greedy, rock-cocked pledge. That pledge grabbed Denny's leg and thrust himself into the Goat's mouth all at the same time, eager and happy and totally unprepared - a few good, deep thrusts into the Goat's throat and he too was bucking and spewing, groaning and shaking and hopping out of the way, leaving a trail of slime across the Goat's cheeks as his funky load also over-flowed the Goat's treasure cup.
And all the while Jack just kept plugging along at the same determined, measured pace. His cock went back and forth in Denny's ass, his balls slapped against Denny's butt, then withdrew; his wiry orange pubies bristled the back of Denny's thighs. It was delicious, and Denny was floating as if in a luxurious dream.
Timmy, the pledge holding up Denny's other ankle, gave that dainty limb to the next pledge in line, Billy Jones, and proceeded to stick his rather small but very pretty prick into the Goat's mouth.
Timmy squatted right down, straddled the Goat's chest, and started to really work himself good and deep into Denny's throat, grabbing the Goat's head in both hands as he fucked face deep and hard, causing Jack Roberts to rear back out of the way and make a face of mock irritation.
Timmy was obviously no stranger to getting blown, and he fucked his cute little cock lustily in and out of the Goat until Jack, tired of accommodating his fellow fucker's deeply pumping ass and jerking hips, butted Timmy square in the small of his back with the top of his carrot-curled head. Timmy huffed and called out indignantly and withdrew, his barely-six-inches twitching and dripping spit as he sprang out of the way with a loud curse. Snatching his jeans up off of the floor with another muttered obscenity, he stomped out of the Goat pen without even having cum.
Jack snorted, his face contorting with effort as he leaned forward, once more free to fuck and grind and thrust at will. He stuck his tongue into Denny's mouth for a long, sloppy kiss, then drew back for air. Billy Jones, the pledge now helping to hold Denny in his fuck roll, was a cute guy with a maybe slightly larger than average-sized cock and a big set of carefully shaved low hangers. As Jack drew back Billy leaned forward, rubbing his cock against the Goat's face, panting and moaning as he jacked himself, pulling and squeezing and waving his cock right into the middle of the little sex huddle, until Jack Roberts finally said, "Shit, Jones, fuck his mouth for Christ's sake and stop waving that thing in my face!"
With that Mr. Jones, blushing somewhat, surrendered his hold on Denny's leg to another horny pledge and slipped his throbbing pink crank into Denny's mouth, a little contorted due to the press of people around him, some groping the Goat, some groping Billy Jones, some fucking the Goat (after all!), most just watching the show from up close. Billy finally straddled the Goat, edging himself cautiously between Denny and Jack Roberts, getting his groin right up into Denny's face as he eased his crank into Denny's throat, eventually snuggling his crotch right down against Denny's jaw, then sighing deeply and relaxing, spreading his legs and crouching so Denny could pull his crank in deeper and deeper, his hips pumping now freely and blissfully against the beautiful boy's face.
Giving a good, hard thrust of his groin, the pledge sent his dick deep into the Goat's throat, to the vocal approval of the crowd clustered around them. Billy grinned and began a deep, lusty throat fuck, his crank sliding slick and happy up and down the Goat's suck chute, but all the while leaning well forward and arching his back to keep his face fuck well out of the way of Jack - who, by the way, was still fucking the Goat and giving every hip-twirling, deeply-moaning evidence possible of his ample enjoyment of Denny's asshole.
Jack matched Billy's sexy movements, sliding his own hot crank up and down the Goat's fuck chute, both boys fucking and panting, moaning and pumping away at Denny's fuckholes. Denny began to feel a little suffocated, closed-in, breathless, so he took a firm grip on the meaty crank in his throat and started squeezing it hard and mercilessly and Billy suddenly cried out loud, his hips bucking as his cum spewed.
Jones jerked his cock out of Denny's mouth, trying vainly to stop his orgasm, and only succeeded in shooting thick, creamy gobs of cum all over Denny's chin, spraying thick, creamy gobs of cum all over one side of Jack's neatly coiffed head and leering face. The pledge was still dribbling gobs of thick, creamy cum across the hands and arms of the two pledges holding Denny's legs as he finally cleared the Goat zone, panting and swaying. Laughter erupted as Denny used his tongue to clean up as many of the gobs as he could reach. Jack rolled his eyes theatrically and leaned forward, grinning as Denny licked Billy's spunk wetly but firmly off of Jack's face and out of his blazing orange curls. The onlookers hooted and howled.
"Okay, you pledges!" called out the take charge red-head, as soon as his de-jizzing was done. "Who's wants to fuck the Goat's mouth next? Pledges only, please! Who's next to feed scum to the cocksucker? Pledges only, please!"
Tommy Radson, a short, compact pledge with a big square head, big ripped arms, and a big, fat, pale beige cock, won the race to the front of the pack. Jack called him out, his hips grinding against Denny's ass, his arms encasing the Goat's head and shoulders, raising his head up but never stopping his bucking, fucking hips as he panted out: "Okay, Radson, step lively and fuck this Goat's face for me," but even as he issued that magic invitation he lowered his head and buried his tongue into Denny's throat, his big rock-hard crank fucking deeper and deeper into Denny's gut.
Tommy stood by, his rock-hard crank bobbing in the air and a frustrated, puzzled look on his face as he waited, hopping impatiently from foot to foot. Jack took his time swabbing out the Goat's funky, cummy pie hole until finally, with an exaggerated sigh, he released the Goat's mouth to the horny cock he had invited to enter it.
Radson gave his own kind of exaggerated sigh as he fucked himself into Denny's face, a much happier exaggeration than Jack's had been, and slowly probed the back of the Goat's mouth, his hot seventeen year old tool quivering and dribbling against Denny's tongue. Denny enjoyed the knowledge that he could suck the jizz out of the guy at any second he choose, but not for the first time that night, he found himself choosing not to, using little fluttering caresses and gentle squeezes and nips, letting the happy boy quiver and dribble a little longer!
Tommy held out better than Billy Jones had, once he'd had the chance to do a little probing and pausing and deep breathing. Before long he was grinning and moaning with lusty pleasure as he fucked his cock happily in and out of the Goat's suck chute, even as Jack Roberts continued to fuck his bright red crank happily in and out of the Goat's fuck chute. The crowd was properly appreciative and complimentary as the threesome rocked and panted. Tom was the first to cum, thrusting his thick, veiny rod deep into the Goat's head and crying out loudly. The very next second he had whipped his cock out of Denny and was trying to stuff his still steel hard, still dripping, still throbbing crank back into his pants, with very limited success.
Jack suddenly grunted, even louder and more nastily than ever, and started a deep, circular probing of Denny's gut that had the Goat gasping and calling out in uncontrollable ecstasy, rolling his head back and forth and heaving his whole torso in a way that forbade anything else in his mouth but his own groaning cries. The pledges had no choice but to watch and wait as Denny rode Jack's dick like a carnival ride, fucking the sweating, grunting senior back just as hard as the hip thrusting, tool cranking twenty-two year old was fucking him.
Waves of rushing ecstasy radiated out of the junction of the Goat's blazing hot butthole buzzspot fuckcunt and Jack's blood engorged monster fuckpole; waves of lust radiated out into both boys from the deep, steady, endless fucking of Jack's slim hips and trim, firm ass; waves of lust that showed in their trembling flanks and panting moans; waves of lust that radiated out and diffused into the whole Goat Pen, carrying all of the on-lookers to a new level of excitement and desire - more than a few pledges lost it right then and there, and both of the happy, rutting lads in the piss dimple were showered with hot, freshly churned cum.
The fucking pair never even noticed the ample spunk raining down around them, their passion ringing louder and louder, their mutual cries reaching higher and higher pitches, Jack's face flushed redder and redder until he was screaming like a banshee and fucking like a steam engine as he got his nut.
Abruptly, he gave a sharp cry and stopped moving altogether. His eyes closed and he gave a series of jerks with his hips, gasping loudly and forcefully with each twitch, still deeply embedded in the Goat, panting and groaning, his crotch immobile but his rod slowly moving and recoiling as it began to shrink. With a sigh and a final twitch, Jack began to gingerly withdraw his well-worked crank. Ropey gobs of cum began flowing out of Denny's butthole as Jack's shrinking red cock finally unplugged the Goat's fuckhole. The Goat Pen filled with applause and cheers at the sight.
"Shit, Roberts, I didn't think you'd ever shoot your wad. _Jee_sus Christ, there's guys waitin', ya know!"
So saying, Alonso Briscoe squatted down and slipped his own throbbing dark chocolate dick into Denny's cummy hole within less than a second of Jack Roberts having slipped his out.
"Oh, man, that is so hot and slimy! Thanks, Jack, you got 'em nice and ready here, all slicked up and everything! And I thank god, as always, that my dick is so much bigger than yours, 'cause I still got a nice tight fit here" - whereupon, of course, Alonso just had to pause and slam his hips against Denny's upturned butt cheeks, causing both of the two young men to grunt with deep, primal satisfaction - "and it feel damn NICE in here, y'all!"
The assembled Pi Lambs laughed again as Jack slowly pulled his clothes back on and Alonso slid his fat black cock way up inside of Denny, and sighed deeply. He started pumping away, slowly pushing himself ever further into Denny. Then with slow small rotations of his slender hips, he enabled the same deep, subtle movements as Jay had used earlier, way up inside of Denny. His eyes, glittering with lust, and his strong white teeth, shone beautifully in his dark face as he leaned over Denny fucking him deeply and gently. Denny could feel the dense, stiff cushion of his bro's kinky pubes as Alonso's belly rocked in gentle motions against his butt. Denny started pushing back, grabbing cock deep and hard with his Goat muscles.
In response, Alonso started pushing harder in, pulling further back, gasping gently under his breath. He went through a series of ringing changes, from fast weightless rabbit fucks, to deep steady thrusts, to reaming just the tip of his crank in and out of Denny's honey pot, and back to the forceful rotations at full depth with which he had begun, rubbing his body lustily against Denny's, skin to skin and hip to butt, balls to ass and belly to belly.
At times he leaned forward and tongued Denny's mouth deep and hard while he fucked; at other times he leaned way back and gave everyone a good clear view of his granite rod thrusting in and out of Denny's sloppy hole. Alonso mounted quite a performance, charged by his audience's appreciation and complimentary comments, growing hotter and hotter as he fucked deeper and harder. As for Denny, he was lost in a swirling scatter of sensation, now pushing back hard and grabbing at Alonso's horny crank, now wrapped up limp and breathless in the older boy's arms and legs, limp and basking in the deep, constant glow of satiation from his buzzbox. Their brothers watched in noisy admiration, eventually beginning to call out Goat songs and clamor for a climax.
Alonso complied, picking up his pace and giving Denny's butt a hard, steady, increasingly fast fuck, pushing quickly to a loud, moaning finish. He pushed himself back, using Denny's thighs as platforms, slicking his pulsing crank out of Denny's dripping asshole, and shot most of his load publically onto Denny's belly, to the cheers of the assembled frat boys. He spasmed and spurted, his tight, muscular six-plus-feet suspended shivering over Denny, until the last gobs of cum were dispensed. Then he straddled the Goat and pushed his cock into Denny's mouth for a quick cleansing swab before staggering backwards out of the way.
Another brother, Ken Ames, was next. He was a tall, plain looking senior with thick, dark hair on his head, thick chestnut brown hair on his chest and his legs, and thick, coppery red hair clustered around his dick. Like Alonso, he didn't give Denny a chance to even put his legs down and relax, but cranked his cock up Denny's butt the instant Alonso stepped out of the way and even as his predecessor was still swabbing out Denny's mouth with his cummy cock. Ken, however, was helpless before the Goat's powers. As soon as Alonso was out of the way, Denny gave him a few hard squeezes and an enthusiastic hip movement and he was groaning and shivering, his cock throbbing and spewing at full depth.
It was quickly withdrawn, and just as quickly a pledge named Jim McBean (having asked nicely and being told "Go for it!" by three brothers simultaneously) was fucking Denny with long hard strokes, really pumping hard against Denny's butt. He went full out and in less than a minute got himself off without Denny even having to try.
Then the crowd of more pledges pressed forward demandingly, two fucking him in brief succession while no less than three eager Pi Lamb pledge cocks unloaded in the Goat's mouth during the same period of time, one right after the other. The rush was exciting but taxing and Denny began to feel a little raw around the edges, his throat and his butthole both complaining loudly.
Suddenly Jim Thorne's beautiful face was at Denny's side, dribbling beer from his own mouth into Denny's. He was stark naked, his cock hard and bobbing in front of him as he directed the pledges with leg duty to lower the Goat's tired limbs to the floor, and then massaged the Goat's shoulders and forearms, the parts most affected by his bonds, and backed the crowd off so Denny could get up into a squat. As Denny leaned back against the wall between the pipes and relaxed, Jim squatted next to him and gushed warm beer piss all over Denny's chest and crotch, while pouring actual ice-cold beer into Denny's grateful mouth.
Jim's intervention put off the rest of the crowd of pledges who had pushed forward. Having missed the pissy games of the early evening, they were mostly unprepared for Jim's golden flood all over the Goat and his dimple, and fell back quickly in some dismay. Jack and Alonso stepped forward giggling and joined Jim in pissing all over the Goat, and Jim finally stumbled out of the way as urine began to collect around his bare toes. Soon the pissing brothers had Denny toasty warm again with odourous, beery piss. They kindly bypassed his head and shoulders, but made sure that his cock and balls were drenched, his belly overrunning until the piss was flowing copiously between his legs and over his hips.
Then Denny raised his legs high into the air, reveling in the freedom of not being rolled into a ball, and the Pi Lambs used his butthole for target practice. By now most of the pledges had gotten the idea and joined in, and Denny found himself under the most copious and longest lasting piss shower so far, with wizz thundering down upon him from all sides. As more and more boys joined in, all of the Goat became a target once more, and once more piss soaked his hair, splashed over Denny's face, his neck, his chest... And the whole time until they were all finished peeing and through shaking and dribbling, the room rang with laughter and Goat songs.
After the renewed piss assault, Denny was too gross to be an object of direct sexual contact for almost anybody, so no one touched him, although several guys, both Pi Lambs and strangers, jerked off all over the piss drenched Goat once the rain of hot piss had ended. The crowd thinned out, the drunken ones pissed out and sobering, the horny ones sated and suddenly ravenous. Most of the guys drifted back into the bar or upstairs and quiet descended again. Jim Thorne grabbed the hose and made sure Denny got well rinsed with nice hot water. He dispensed more beer from his mouth into the Goat's, filling Denny's mouth again and again with chilly, foaming brew.
"How's the ol' butthole gettin' along, Goat?", he inquired solicitously, and Denny grimaced and said: "Things are gettin' a little sore down there, actually..." and Jim nodded. Squatting down right in the piss zone, Jim rolled the Goat back until his flaming red fuckhole was once more pointed at the ceiling, and he then proceeded to eat out the Goat's ass vociferously for long moments, burying his face in the pledge's crack, licking and licking and licking. All that rimming was doing the Goat's asshole a world of good, and Denny was sighing and relaxing with pleasure as the massaging, lubricating tongue worked his asshole over long and well.
As all of this took place a few more guys had drifted in, and Jim motioned two guys, one a Pi Lamb and one a complete stranger (and also another student from Denny recognized from his General Mathematics 101class - apparently the whole class had been invited!), and got them to curl back the Goat while Jim himself lay down full length in the piss dimple, his enchanting rosebud lips poised right beneath the Goat's cum-and-spit dripping buttcrack. Then the two guys lowered Denny's hips until he was sitting/lying on Jim Thorne's face and Jim's tongue was doing the dance of the seven fucks, deep, deep inside of the Goat's ass.
This new position gave Jim the angle and the leverage he had needed. Taking a firm, commanding hold on Denny's hips, he proceeded to insert his entire head into Denny's grateful asshole, buzzing his buzzbox, massaging his sphincter muscle, filling his hungry hole with feathery light, sloppy wet sucky kisses and insistent, probing tongue work. Denny began to moan more and more loudly, less and less inhibited, as Jim's delving tongue and lips and jaw and nose and cheeks and face set his whole damn ass on fire!
Suddenly, Jim drew his head, face, lips and tongue one by one from out of Denny's ass, and springing up lithely from his heavenly task, he again got his two lovely helpers (Denny noticed that the one whose name he didn't know, the guy from General Mathematics 101, had stripped completely naked in the interval) to again roll the Goat's narrow, boyish hips back into position. Leaning forward, he recommenced to eating out the Goat's honey pot, licking and sucking on that flaming pink asshole for all it was worth until, after a while, he assumed the fuck squat, spread his thighs wide open, and pushed himself slowly into Denny.
Jim let Denny have the full length of his rod slowly, very slowly, sliding his crank in and out over and over again. His and Denny's eyes were locked together in delight as he fucked his crank into his new buddy, lost in their sweet slow fuck as if no one else were present, until Jim suddenly slicked out and said: "Don't forget to ask nicely!"
In quick succession, Denny was fucked by four or five of his pledge brothers, none of whom was refused permission to fuck, although a few of them were made to suck a little on their big brother's cocks in order to secure the privilege. Most of these guys just made their pledge brothers lick and mouth a little, just giving them a good stiff taste of crank before letting them get a good stiff taste of butthole for themselves!
But Jason Hill, a cute, broad-shouldered brother with white blond hair and an average sized but quite fat tool, found himself unexpectedly on a hair trigger and filled his little brother Chad Lanciotti's mouth with sweet, spicy spunk (and Denny couldn't help but notice that Chad was neither very surprised nor the least bit dismayed when he took his big brother's wad!); while Charles Whitehead, considered the ugliest guy in Pi Lamb, quite openly used his little bother's Stan's mouth as a cum machine.
Denny and the crowd watched in fascination as Whitehead facefucked the pledge, hastily and relentlessly, almost brutally, jerking his hips against the coughing, choking pledge's lips until Charles grunted and groaned and finally came copiously, deep in the teary, panic-faced boy's throat. Only then was the shaking, wheezing and still gagging pledge allowed to stick his crank in the Goat and get his rocks off in his pledge brother's asshole.
Fortunately, as all of this hot quick sex took place, Jim fetched the Goat beer after beer and poured it down his throat while pledge after pledge used the Goat's butt as a fuck machine. A few hours ago, being fucked by his classmates, by boys from his English and his Chemistry as well as several more from his infamous Gen Math 101 class, would have been unthinkable. Now he regarded these lads at once happily and yet distantly, considering each one from the perspective of both their most intimate physical attributes - how pretty their cocks, how fat their balls, what colour their pubies, what flavour their cum - as well as of their most intimate sexual attributes - where they choose to piss on him, when and how they choose to enter his willing body, what their eyes revealed to him as each one in turn got his nut in or on or near the Goat.
Few of them were very Goat worthy: most of them went in hard and fast and came out quick and soft. Distracted as he was by Jim's handsome face and the cold beer he was supplying, Denny found he could clench his butt and wriggle a nut out of these guys without even really paying attention. Many of them, he suddenly realized, must be losing their cherries tonight, just as he had done.
But some of them, like the pretty boy from his General Mathematics 101 class whom Jim Thorne had asked to hold up one of Denny's legs just a bit or whenever earlier, took their time and lasted as long as they could. Denny was loosing track but he definitely remembered when the guy fucked him. His cock wasn't much bigger than average but he was so cute and he used his hips so well and so enthusiastically, that Denny got off on their fuck right from the start.
"Hey, it's weird, isn't it, getting together like this?" seemed to be his way of making small talk as he first sank his pretty pecker into Denny's upturned butt. He paused about half way in and took a deep breath.
"I mean, I know we're both in that big math survey class with Dunmore..." - here he gave a deep sigh and pushed his cock the rest of the way in, his pretty, cheerful face looming over Denny's - "...and here I am cranking my cock into your butt!" was his idea of further small talk.
"My name is Seth, by the way. I think your name is Denny, right? I mean, someone said I could only call you 'The Goat', but hell..." was his way of chatting casually as he hopped himself into a more comfortable fuck squat and finally began to grind his slim, shapely hips against Denny's expectant ass cheeks. He gave a few deep, satisfied grunts as he did so, but didn't let that interrupt his conversation with his fellow fuckee for very long.
"... I'm not a member of your little club, I mean, no disrespect, you guys are great..." were his words of wisdom as his crank moved inside of Denny, not earth splitting but happy and hard, "...but this party is so cool, I'm goin' to come back every year for as long as they let me!", poking Denny's player piano right on the nose over and over again until those music rolls were spinning and Denny was singing a deep, panting refrain. Seth had found his pace now and was porking Denny hard and steady.
"No, I'm not into the piss and the, like, S&M shit, ya' know what I mean? I just like ta fuck, ya' know? I mean, I just found out about fuckin' guys a few months ago, man, my little brother (in high school, can ya' believe it?) had a friend who was puttin' out and Joe convinced me to take a crack at it, man, and I got INTO it, man! Oh, yea..."
Grinding his hips and squirming his whole body against Denny's, his pretty blue eyes closed in concentration and the tip of his perfect pink tongue licking his cupid lips, he gave a mighty, twitching buck of his hips, grunting deep down and dirty, slamming his crotch against the Goat's butt crack before resuming his conversation, "...and I been gettin' more and more into it, man! There's somethin' about boy cunt that ya' just don't get with girl cunt, ya' know what I mean? I'm not sure I'll ever fuck a girl again, I mean, sure, maybe when I get married, but I mean, not for fun..."
He continued fucking, looming over Denny with his smiling white teeth, sparkling blue eyes, flawless pink skin. His cock felt great in Denny's ass, his smooth warm skin felt great against Denny's, his fucking hips and firmly gripping arms were making all the right moves, but Denny began to wish he'd just shut up!
"I mean, sex with guys is just so much more casual and sociable, like gettin' together in somebody's dorm room in the afternoon for a quickie or like this, man, sharin' a lotta beer and a good tight butt with your buddies on a Saturday night or takin' turns sukin' each other off on some slow Sunday afternoon, ya' know?" was his way of chewing the fat as his crank chewed a good long fuck into Denny's boy cunt.
"Anyway, I just had to take the chance to throw a load into the Goat again, ya' know? And" - here he lowered his voice conspiratorially - "I actually like to do it in front of an audience! Really!" Seth giggled and plowed on, grinding his crotch against Denny's glowing butt, his hard crank throbbing at full depth in Denny's gut.
"Hey, how'd you do on Dunmore's exam, anyway?" said Seth as he began fucking harder and harder, his balls bouncing against Denny, his cock moving deeper and faster in the Goat's fuckhole. "I just barely passed, but thank god I got that area requirement taken care of. That's the last Dunmore will ever see of me! He made it pretty clear I could get an 'A' if I really wanted one, if ya' know what I mean, but a 'D' is just fine with me. No one's gettin' their junk up my butt, no offense, Denny, but still..." and he gave his hips a good hard buck and Denny grunted as Seth hit his buzzbox head on.
"Oh, yea, you felt that, didn't ya, Denny? Oh, yea, so did I buddy, so did I!" Denny was flabbergasted at the still babbling chatter issuing forth from his fucker's mouth, but Seth kept making inane small talk as he pumped and bucked and fucked, kept chattering about how good his cock felt as his fuck intensified, kept up his self-centered quizzing of Denny's enjoyment of their fuck, until his conversation was finally terminated by a sharp, panting cry and Seth froze, his crank throbbing and spewing, his hips stuttering against Denny's butt.
Even as the next horny college boy pushed him aside, Seth was still talking, carefully wiping his cummy crank with his jockeys, and the last thing Denny heard was "Hey, we gotta do this again some time - please...!" as his fellow math student was crowded further and further away from the Goat zone by the slavering, fuckhole-seeking guys clustered around the Goat.
Eventually everyone who wanted to had put a load up Denny's butt. Jim materialized out of nowhere, bringing more beer and mischievously exclaiming "I love sloppy seconds!" He assumed the position in front of Denny's rolled back butthole and gave the Goat's butt a quick, deep pounding with his cock and Denny's mouth a similar treatment with his tongue, until he was grunting his way through a well deserved load. He smiled and left with Alonso and the older brothers, leaving a final cup full of beer near the Goat.
A few of the pledges were already back for seconds, crowding around for fucks and blow jobs while the Goat was still reasonably clean, and Benton from the record store was there again, pouring beer into Denny's mouth and then fucking his face, cumming in Denny for the third or fourth time that evening. Soon they were joined by some new brothers who had wandered in from the tap room, and those guys wanted their fucks and blow jobs, Wesley and Mark Adams among them, all familiar faces except for one, another responsible, grown-up faculty member who strolled in just as the pissing and sucking began.
Denny knew the man by sight as well as by reputation, for although he taught no unlettered freshmen, his ferocity was well known to underclassmen none the less. He was a tall, handsome man in his late fifties or even older, his dark hair well touched with silver, his strong, aquiline face lined and spotted with age. When Denny first looked up from taking a hot Pi Lamb load down his throat, with hot Pi Lamb spunk dribbling down his chin, and saw Dr. Novak standing there watching while Wesley and Mark Adams showered him with piss, and as yet another unknown friend of the house churned a hot, funky load of freshly unleashed cum into his hair, he was shocked in a way that even exceeded the surprise of Dr. Dunmore's presence. Novak's repute was so forbidding that for a second Denny thought that the powers that be had shown up to put a stop to all of their fun.
The boy who was cumming in Denny's hair turned and started as he noticed the much feared professor, his face flushing with embarrassment as he stuffed his crank back into his jeans and fled the scene, but Mark and Wesley greeted the older man with familiarity and glee, no bashfulness evident in their thundering pee and casually hanging balls. Dr. Novak gave them a brief, tight smile and stood watching as they finished urinating and shook their last watery drops across Denny's face. He stood by thoughtfully as the two brothers did up their trousers and left with a mumbled valediction in his direction.
As soon as he was alone with Denny he opened his pants, hauled out a plump beige cock, and pissed all over the Goat, who lay back looking up at him in amazement. Until tonight Denny had always thought of middle-aged people as basically another species of being altogether, and in particular as one with no real, authentic sexual urges, too weighted down with work and care and age to even think about such things - at least, Denny was sure his parents never thought about such things! And here was this guy who was almost as old as his Grand-dad pissing carefully right onto his cock and balls, plastering down his pubies with a flood of whizz, a small taut smile and shining, lust-filled eyes betraying his utter involvement in what he was doing. Denny was astounded.
With a sigh the older man's pee ceased, and he shook the last drops across Denny, working his cock in his hands. It grew and grew and hardened and hardened, and as he advanced he wiggled his fingers towards the ceiling, indicating that Denny should assume his upright squat. As soon as the Goat had accomplished this, the older man resumed his advance until his throbbing crank was thrust into Denny's mouth, and the Goat was astonished to find it just as hard, just as hot, just as sweet, as any of the innumerable Pi Lamb, pledge or other college kid's cocks had been so far that night!
Dr. Novak fucked Denny's head for a good long while, probing deep into Denny's throat, balling his chin and bushy patching his face while carefully avoiding the lad's pissy skin and cummy hair. A handful of Pi Lambs swirled into the Goat Pen and stood watching as the silver haired professor fucked the Goat's face. He eventually pulled out, to applause and comment, and stood back leaning against one tiled wall stroking his big throbber and watching while the assembled lads peed and jerked off on the Goat, while a few fucked his mouth and Aziz returned for another fuck of the Goat's cum-filled ass.
Denny couldn't help but notice that the sight of a full professor masturbating a rock-hard, generously sized cock was almost as compelling a sight as that of a sweet young lad being peed on, for many of the boys clustered around him actually divided their attention between him and the older man's pud-pulling, something Denny was not used to!
As soon as the new arrivals left Dr. Novak stepped into the adjacent dressing room and began to strip off his pants and shoes, not an easy task with his crank as hard as it was. His shoes, a stocking carefully folded into each one, were soon neatly side-by-side near the bench in the little locker room. He carefully creased and folded his pants and his jacket, placing them just so on the little bench, his lithe form framed in the arched tiled opening between the two rooms, his svelte little butt turned up as he bent over his task. His fine dress shirt, silk tie, and old-fashioned undershirt were soon neatly disposed on the bench, all as carefully arranged as his other clothes.
Once that was accomplished, the older man turned and reentered the Goat's Pen, stark naked, his cock still preceding him bobbing and swaying as he walked. He was thin as a rail, but despite his height and his lack of flab, his skin had a loose, soft quality, the tissue beneath it completely lacking the firm, muscular tone of the young, hard bodies Denny had become used to. Dr. Novak wasn't so much wrinkled as creased here and there; his skin was fine and smooth, soft and pale, his limbs thin and stick-like, his breasts thin and unformed like a boy's, his nipples very small and bright pink. His body, except for a rather straggly cluster of grey and white pubies, was almost hairless.
Still proceeded by his steely crank, the Professor made a bee-line for the can of Crisco, fucked into it and retrieved a blob of lube, and then turned towards Denny once more. Ignoring the reeking tiles and redolent quality of Denny's skin, Novak squatted down, rolled Denny back into his fuck position, and made it clear he intended to fuck the Goat. He took his time, though, fingering the Goat's cummy hole, pushing one easy finger after another into Denny's ass, each probing digit displacing a new spurt of oozing spunk. He seemed to like that, chuckling under his breath and making little approving noises, the whole time cranking himself slowly but steadily with his other hand.
"I see the Goat has been well used this evening. That is as it should be," he remarked, and Denny remarked also, but only to himself, how much all these old guys approved so highly of the Goat, when they were the very ones he would have expected to bring the whole episode crashing to a halt. He was rapidly revising his conception of what the expected range of middle-aged behaviour might be!
After fingering him for a good long while, the Chemistry professor assumed the classic fuck squat and eased his throbbing, greasy rod into Denny's butthole and then back out, working things easy and slow, his crank advancing deeper each time he fucked it into Denny. He leaned forward, taking the weight of Denny's legs onto his shoulders, and began to really fuck.
Making little grunting noises of deep satisfaction, his rod penetrating deeper and harder, his hips working harder and faster, his groin was soon pounding Denny's ass for all it was worth. Denny was getting hot, working his hips eagerly back against the professor's slickly working crank, the professor's meaty cock reaching Denny's buzzbox with hypnotic regularity, until Denny could only gasp and pant and squirm in the face of the happy, happy sensations emanating from Dr. Novak's skillfully fucking tool.
Denny glanced down and noticed with shock how much white there was in the good professor's pubic patch, which was now grinding right up against Denny's upturned butt. Despite this handicap Dr. Novak seemed to be enjoying himself, his eyes glittering with lust, his hips pounding a measured fuck into Denny's asshole. In fact, with his smooth pale skin and lithe frame, the tall, trim doctor suddenly didn't seem so old!
Denny looked up and grinned. Dr. Novak grinned back, and it was only then that Denny saw the gold ring on the ring finger of the hand that was holding his leg out of the way so he could be fucked so hard and deep and well. The good professor leaned forward, placed his mouth over Denny's, and proceeded to tongue and dick and mouth and hip the younger man with greater and greater abandon.
A new group of faces appeared in the doorway over Novak's shoulder, a new round of hooting and appreciative comment was heard as more Pi Lambs and guests crowded in to survey the professor's butt-pumping fuck, his crotch banging Denny's box as hard as it could, and soon enough his grunts and cries of lust fulfilled echoed through the Goat pen as he shot a happy load deep, deep, deep into the Goat's tight teen butthole.
Denny was hoping none of this new group would want to follow the Professor in his butt, 'cause his ass was still sore and his hips were tired of being rolled back, his legs were tired of being held up. He unrolled himself and lay back flat as Novak withdrew himself, panting, his cock twitching and drooling thick, pulsing threads of jizz as he sighed and finally regained his feet. Denny's hopes were dashed when an unknown friend of the house, a short, attractive boy with gleaming dark skin and a head full of toned down dreadlocks rolled the Goat back and fucked his gorgeous, generously sized crank into Denny's recently vacated hole.
The new fucker wasn't Goat-proof, nor was the next one, a brother named Marcus. Dr. Novak stood by watching as Denny sucked the cum out of both boys with his newly trained ass muscles, the good professor's cock gradually shedding it's silver floss and shrinking back to a soft, moist, plump state. After Marcus had cranked out a loud, shuddering load, Wesley Browne popped up out of nowhere and porked the Goat. This time, Denny was ready and willing to accommodate his frat brother's huge, throbbing dong, and Wesley's masterful, massive penetration soon had Denny hooting and panting again. Wesley took his time - Denny had lost count but thought it might be his frat brother's fourth load of the evening, and that was always one that took awhile to work out, even at nineteen!
Wesley's rod was going everywhere, filling Denny up in the most satisfying manner. His tireless hips pounded Denny's upturned ass with a steady, insistent beat, his huge low hangers jiggling and jangling between his legs, the glossy chestnut hair which covered his sexy crotch grinding into Denny's ass crack. Wesley was grinning into Denny's face, and Denny grinned back, his sour impression of the boy gradually softening as his well hung frat brother pounded a good, hard fuck into the Goat's suddenly grateful ass.
The assembly cheered when Wesley finally got his nut, grunting and moaning, his groin stuttering against Denny's body as the frat boy tried vainly to stop or slow down or prolong his ecstasy; soon he was compelled to withdraw as yet another completely unfamiliar college boy pressed forward and fucked himself into the Goat's cunt. Through it all, Dr. Novak stood by watching, his arms folded across his chest and a small smile of contentment marking his sour face. He and the unknown guy fucking the Goat began a desultory conversation, from which Denny gathered that the boy had been a student in Dr. Novak's recently completed advanced course, and had not done too awfully well in it!
As soon as that boy had cum, Dr. Novak took his place, and this time set up a quick, business-like pace, clearly dedicated to the getting of another nut. As he fucked the boy the crowd thinned, just a few on-lookers remaining to watch the dreaded curve-grader thrust and pant, bucking his crotch against Denny's upturned butt and finally filling his ass once more with a load of professorial jism.
Finally, there were no more guys wanting a fuck, and Denny's legs came down onto the slimy floor for some well deserved rest. When a new gaggle of boys tumbled in and began pissing all over the Goat, Novak joined in, standing a little to one side and aiming his beery stream right into Denny's face, all over Denny's hair, and down the Goat's chest to drench his crotch, his crank, his dripping balls, and once again Denny noticed how many guys couldn't take their eyes off of the older man's pissing cock, as excited by that sight as they were by the prospect of enjoying the Goat themselves.
Novak finished whizzing, shook his crank dry, stepped back into the little locker room and began to dress, as carefully and deliberately as he had stripped. The new boys surged forward and showered Denny with pee, jerking themselves off as one by one they pressed forward to get blown...