That Awesome Kegger
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NO KIDS!
That Awesome Kegger
by pyrostinger
All characters are created by pyrostinger for Frost Wolf, who commissioned the story
Of itself, the kegger was a huge success. Alpha Phi Gamma had decided to throw a party to celebrate the end of exams, making sure to schedule it before anybody really had to leave campus. The turn out had been great; people of all shapes, sizes, and species dropping by to relax, and let alcohol loosen up tongues for truly stimulating drunken conversation. It was a night to let your guard down, and start to think about life after exams. Or just get piss drunk.
With a groan, Vusi sat himself down on a couch, stretching out a little bit. The fairly well-built hyena wasn't a member of the frat, but he knew a few people here thanks to being on the wrestling team. He was here to relax, having had a couple drinks already just to get himself a small buzz. Not being an egghead, exams had gone pretty rough for him, and he was glad that they were done for the semester. He was out of season for his sport, so he figured he'd go to the kegger and see if he could find himself some hot tail for the evening. That was about when the commotion started.
There were some shouted words, followed by laughing. Vusi couldn't see what was going on initially, so with ears pricked he stood up and made his way over. In the middle of a group, a mouse was on the receiving end of a small keg. The people around him were chanting "chug!" and he was chugging, a husky that seemed vaguely familiar holding the mini-keg up for him and chanting with everybody else. The husky suddenly tossed it over where it dropped to the ground, empty, and the small crowd around the mouse burst into cheers. Vusi was impressed.
"Whoo! Fuck y--" began the mouse, then suddenly erupted into a obscenely large belch. There was a round of laughter, led by the mouse himself. "Holy shit... that was pretty fuckin' epic."
"How the hell did you do that, man?" the husky said, clapping his friend on his back.
"By learnin' how ta fuckin' have fun!" the mouse said, already appearing drunk out of his mind. It was here that the hyena finally placed the husky.
It had been at a pride parade. Occasionally, Vusi batted for the other side so he thought it'd be good karma to attend. Didn't seem very special though; just a bunch of fags and dykes proclaiming how much they were proud of being fags and dykes. He was a little surprised to see the husky there, though, front and center of a group in the parade. The hyena was pretty sure he'd seen the husky involved in a more than a few groups, and usually in leadership positions.
_Whatever, Vusi thought to himself. The husky was cute, but not quite cute enough for him to switch sides, at least not yet. He wanted to get a measure of the other kinds of pussy around here. _
* * *
Hank needed nights like this. Badly. Here, he wasn't vice president of this or leader of that, he was just a husky looking to get very, very drunk and have some damn fun. That in mind, it was often necessary to go places where little to no people knew of his many commitments. In that, he was glad he knew a few people at the frat from class rather than one of his clubs.
Often in the Quest to Get Drunk, Hank did something stupid and/or extreme... like chug an entire mini-keg on an empty stomach. Perhaps it was a good thing that his friend Nathan took the keg from him and started downing it himself. The mouse told him a couple times that Hank had been lucky so far that he didn't get into any serious trouble, and the husky supposed the mouse took the keg so that Hank could get drunk slower.
After helping Nathan stagger off with some other friends, Hank found himself alone. Getting some beer, he wandered into one of the rooms where the music wasn't so loud. Here, the hooking up was going on in earnest, a bunch of guys talking to a bunch of girls in various ways. Hank was pretty sure that most if not all of them were looking to get into the females' pants.
Suddenly there was the sound of a slap. Hank (and everybody else) looked to see a tall, stocky hyena take another slap from a bunny girl. "Pig!" she shouted at him.
"Hey!" said a boar from across the room.
"Figure of speech," the doe muttered, then stomped off. There was a round of chuckles, and the boar honestly didn't seem so broken up about the unintended racial remark, everybody gradually paying attention to their respective prospects. The husky, however, hesitated. On the one paw, the hyena was damn hot and built like a linebacker. On the other, as outgoing as he was in clubs and functions, Hank was fairly shy when it came to meeting other guys. He often didn't know how to approach. After studying his beer for a moment, he got an idea.
* * *
"Here."
Vusi blinked in surprise, then looked over at the husky who was offering a cup of beer. It was the same one from around the keg earlier.
"Thanks," he said, taking it and rubbing his cheek a bit.
After a moment and a few sips from his own cup, the husky went on. "That bitch got you good, huh?" He offered a small smile, and Vusi snorted, shaking his head.
"Yeah, she did. I'm gonna be feelin' this for the rest of the night, prolly."
The husky chuckled. There was a silence in which he downed a good portion of his drink, then offered his paw. "Hank."
"Vusi," the hyena replied, shaking the offered paw.
"You want somethin' a little harder than this?" Hank went on, indicating his beer.
Vusi got a feeling that the husky was after something. It stuck with him for a little bit before he shook it off. "Whatcha got?" he asked. After all, it's free booze.
* * *
"So then Eric fuckin' reaches over to put his arm over this chick's shoulder, and, like, pull her in, right?" Hank said. They were sitting at a table, doing shot glasses of the whiskey Hank brought with him. "But he's so goddamn smashed at this point that he misses, right, and ends up grabbin' onto the front of her dress." Vusi started to chuckle as if he'd heard the story before, but Hank just kept going. "And since she's sauced too, it takes her a second to realize that Eric's doin' that. If you've ever seen Eric around campus, you know that bear's a boob fiend. He loves titties, so he's not fuckin' lettin' go, and he's got this silly shit-eating grin on his face. It takes the girl a second, but once she, like, realizes that, she gives him a push, right?"
Downing another shot, Hank got a nice, warm sensation. He realized that he had the hyena's full attention. And now he was moving a little bit, like, swaying. Or was that just him? Another shot would tell. "So, like, anyway, Eric is, like, fuckin' smashed and he's holdin' onto titties like he's a fuckin' drownin' man 'n' they're a life thingy. So when she pushes him, right, he jus' falls the fuck over, right? But he doesn't let go of her dress!" Vusi started cracking up, and Hank went right along with him. "He tore down... the entire... front... of her dress... an'... an', oh man... the look on her face was just..." Further words collapsed into laughter.
It took a moment for both of them to subside. "So what happened after that?" Vusi said, still grinning.
The husky poured and downed another shot. "Mm, well... After I picked Eric up 'n' stuff, we wen' back to our dorm. Eric was kinda pissed tha' he didn't, like... didn't get any, right? 'Cuz ya know that most girls ain't gonna give it up if ya tore up their dress, right? So he jus' pounded me, 'n went ta bed." Everything was getting a little woozy, period. It was a nice woozy, though... everything had a fuzzy feeling to it.
"Hey Vusi... you ever did somethin' like that b'fore?" Hank asked suddenly.
"Like what?"
"Like..." Under normal circumstances, Hank would never say something like what he was about to. Which was part of the reason he had downed so many shots. "...pound a guy."
Vusi shrugged. "Couple times."
Even under circumstances where Hank was faced with a guy similar to Vusi that was openly gay, he wouldn't say stuff like this. Again, why alcohol was currently redirecting traffic. "Like... in the ass?"
"Yeah. I was horny and they didn't look so bad after a few." The hyena downed his shot, but kept his glass empty. Hank's drink-muddled mind noted this, then directed him to top off the hyena's glass. "What, you tryin' to get me drunk, now?" he said, smirking at the husky.
Hank's face was flushed, and not all of it was due to the alcohol. He felt... he wasn't sure he could pin down the exact word, but whatever it is made him smirk right back and lean forward. "Mm... well... jus' enough so tha' mebbe I don't look so bad anymore," he told Vusi, putting a paw around the hyena's, and lifting the shot glass to Vusi's mouth. "C'mon... drink up." The last two words were said in a slight growl, and the glass was soon empty again.
As the glass came down, Vusi started to chuckle again, a wide grin on his face. "Wasso funny?" Hank asked, pausing in an attempt to refill both his and the hyena's glasses.
"You," came the blunt answer. "You're such a fuckin' slut, heh."
In response, Hank scooted closer, rubbing his arm slightly against the hyena's. "Only when 'm drunk." Smiling, the husky looked up at Vusi's face, which still held his grin. "So, I look any betta yet?"
Ah, the magic of booze.
* * *
Finding an empty room was the hard part. Quite a few people had already paired and in a few rare cases tripled or quadrupled off. They finally made do when Hank found a room down the hall that had a bit of musk in it already, his big fluffy tail wagging fitfully. Kicking shut the door behind them, the husky practically leaped on the hyena, pressing his muzzle in close. Vusi kept dodging, forcing Hank to make do with sloppy licks.
"Kiss me," grunted the husky, his voice thick with lust.
"Don't kiss guys," Vusi answered shortly, averting his muzzle from another attempt at a direct liplock.
Hank started to whimper, his ears pulled down slightly, but pressed his body against the hyena all the same. "Lemme kiss you, please... lemme taste your lips..."
Finally grabbing Hank's head, Vusi looked at him... and thought, oh, what the fuck. "Is it gonna get me in your pants?" he grunted back to the husky, and was met with a rapid nod. "Fine," he said, and moved forward to peck Hank. He almost wasn't surprised when he felt one of the husky's paws slip behind his neck, pushing him into it as he felt a foreign tongue bully past his lips into his mouth.
After letting the husky have his fun, Vusi grabbed onto Hank's wrists and pushed, flipping him over before slamming him into the wall. 'Yena lips fastened onto husky lips hungrily, spreading apart to allow Vusi's tongue to conquer Hank's mouth. The kiss lasted for a moment, and then a moment more before Vusi finally pulled himself back, looking at the husky's grin.
"Fuck you," he whispered, his voice breathy.
"Just tell me you're about to," Hank whispered back, much in the same manner. The comment was backed up by grinding against the hyena's hips with his own. "Please tell me you're about to..." he added with a tiny whimper.
The irrepressible grin returned to Vusi's face, and he took a step back. "Slut," he said, then walked over to the bed in the smallish room. The husky was confused, and dazed, and drunk. The first two burned away when Vusi dropped his pants.
Hank immediately perked up, his ears swiveling forward and his fluffy tail set to full wag. Stumbling over, the giddy husky dropped to his knees in front of the hyena, who was getting near hard. "Let's see how good you are at cocksucking, slut," came the order. Hank, with similar speed as before, grabbed the shaft in front of him, dragging his tongue along the underside of the impressive rod. After grunting in appreciation for a moment, the hyena grabbed the husky's head and pushed his cock into his mouth. "I said cock_sucking. _ Yeah... there we go..."
Leaning back, Vusi just watched the husky slut go to work on his dick. He was definitely no slouch, either; he felt the tongue roam over the underside, his teeth in play but being very careful with them. Fuckin' hell, am I glad I picked up this guy... _ With a sigh, the hyena grabbed onto Hank's headfur, his hips slowly gyrating up into the husky's mouth. _The hell? The slut is MOANING? He thought to himself, and grinned. Goddamn, this fag's a catch...
With a grunt, Vusi began to press himself down the husky's throat, worming himself deeper until he felt husky lips on his crotch. "Fucking hell," he said in disbelief, looking down at Hank. "You got nine and a half fuckin' inches of cock down your throat.... not a lot of girls can do that..." Hank just murred, moaned, and wagged his tail like a damn fool.
Leaning back on his elbows, the hyena just let Hank work him. After swallowing over his tip a few times (as well as starting the flow of pre), the husky pulled back, and expertly started to bob his head over Vusi's shaft. He twisted his head this way and that, playing the hyena like a flute, drawing further and longer moans from him. Whenever Vusi came up to look, his eyes met with the husky's, his tail wagging frantically in the background.
"Unh... alright, that's enough," Vusi said after a moment more of that pleasurable near-torture. "You keep suckin' me like that, and I'm gonna blow down your throat... alright, on the bed, c'mon." Hank dragged his mouth off of the hyena cock with a satisfying slurp, licking his lips a bit and leaving a soaked cock behind. He got on the bed, still very obviously drunk by the way he swayed... or was he trying to be seductive? Not that it really mattered, since another, more pressing issue occurred to the hyena.
"You got lube on you? I ain't chafin' my dick," Vusi stated, starting to rub himself, spreading all that husky saliva for the worst case scenario.
Hank grinned. "Check m' back pocket, hot stuff." His tail raised high once more, the jeans on him slowly wagging from side to side. Vusi knew for sure now; Hank was trying to seduce him.
"Slut," the hyena said, smirking, as he slipped a few fingers into both back pockets, coming up with a tear-open packet of "Boi Batter." "Now take off your pants, slut... I ain't fuckin' you through your jeans." It only took a second to get the packet open, Vusi dividing it in half with his thumb while he squeezed the rest onto himself. A few moments later, he heard clothing fall to the floor, looking over to see Hank's bare ass still shaking back and forth, and side to side. Vusi tossed over the Boi Batter. "I ain't gonna do it for you, slut," he said, sneering.
Hank grabbed the packet and slowly squeezed out the rest of it into his upturned ass, directly on his tailhole. Vusi was then treated to a show of husky fingers dipping into husky ass, spreading around the lube inside and out. Hank's ass kept wiggling, looking like he was grinding into the air while in the classic presenting stance. The hyena heard little moans and soft growls as Hank first plugged one, then two fingers into himself, drawing out his hip movements.
He'd better stretch himself out, 'cuz here I come. Vusi wasted no more time, making his way over to the smashed husky, removing his fingers, and running the underside of his cock along his butt. He added in a slap of Hank's ass before spreading him a bit more to get the prize in his sights. "You'd better grab a pillow slut, 'cuz ready or not, here I come," the hyena told Hank, grinning. He didn't give any more warning, just pressed himself close, and sank himself in.
Holy fuck, he's a tight one...
* * *
Hank's entire body seemed to catch on fire.
It started near his tail, where the hyena was roughly penetrating him. That was pain. But as it registered in his brain, it took only a moment more for pleasure to knock on the door and push itself inside. Hyena cock running over his prostate set his tail to wag even harder than before, a long moan dragging itself from his muzzle. Vusi pushed himself all the way inside, only stopping when Hank's insides didn't give immediately, giving small little pushes until he could sink himself deeper. A large flush came over the husky's face, feeling hyena hips against his rear. It wasn't romantic, but Hank didn't want romance. It wasn't gentle, but Hank wasn't expecting that. Vusi simply fucked like he took no prisoners: hard, fast, and brutal. The lubricant made a slick, almost slurping sound, smoothing out the frequent trips of Vusi's shaft into Hank's tailhole.
Hank, in a haze ever since he started hitting on the hyena, felt it clearing, consumed by the blaze overtaking his body. He found himself with one paw wrapped around a pillow, the pillow pressed to his face. The pillow was wet, probably with his own saliva, and his paw was wrapped around his own hard on, stroking himself fairly quickly. He heard himself moan and whimper, felt something impacting his butt, and then finally fully felt the thick, long meat plugging itself into his ass. All of it overwhelmed him, thrusting him into a warmer, slightly more pleasant and coherent haze: that of orgasm.
"Gonna... fuckin'... cum on me... huh... slut?" growled out Vusi. His hips had slowed somewhat, dealing with Hank's body clamping over his throbbing erection. "Ugh... well... fuck... you! You better... keep that... ass... tight, slut!" Hank felt a swat on his rear, and he nodded. That slap cleared away most of the hazes of alcohol and afterglow, focusing on clenching his ring around the hyena's accelerating jabs. This brought a moan that morphed into a growl and the feel of hyena nails into his sides.
Hank was starting to get into it again, his shaft once more hardening when Vusi did something unexpected. The hyena suddenly pressed his chest to the husky's back, and crashed his hips into Hank's ass faster. Hank's eyes burst fully open and he cried out. Vusi, who's head was leaning on the husky's shoulder, started saying something intelligible before letting out a loud cross between a grunt and a moan, grinding his cock into Hank's tailhole. Hank felt a very dry, painful orgasm rip through him as Vusi's very wet one sprayed into his insides.
It hurt, but Hank was amazed and breathless that he was pushed into another orgasm from the hyena's furious pounding. The very few times he ever came before his partner, if he ever came at all... it left the husky in a whole new haze. This one was more comfortable, though. Even though he wore himself out, Vusi was close to the husky.
Hank's tail started to wag weakly getting an idea.
"Hey Vusi?"
"Yeah?"
"You wanna go get another drink?"
Vusi started to chuckle, shaking his head. "...You are such a fuckin' slut,"
Hank grinned, wagging his tail harder. "Only when I'm drunk."
END.