The frat was located in an older neighborhood only a block away from the interstate. Walking to it from where Paul found parking, they passed by a few other frats with their letters proudly displayed on the front of the building. Sigma Theta Gamma, on the other hand, had nothing to mark it as a frat. It was the third of four connected brownstone apartments, three stories in height, and without having been given the address, Thomas would never have known this was anything more than another apartment building.

Thomas did his best not to hyperventilate, and Paul did his best to calm him, but he was going to a party where sex was the reason, no matter what Paul said about it being their decision if they did anything. Just going meant he was interested in having sex, which he was, but unlike Paul, he didn’t have his code of getting a guy to dance with him before doing the horizontal tango as a way to slow things down.

Thomas wanted the sex, but now that it was within reach, the idea there would be dozens and dozens of guys there willing to do it with him was… It was kind of intimidating.

The guy who checked their ID was the margay who’d been making out with Limbani, Then the collie who asked how Thomas jerked off was the instructor in his economics class, which made Thomas’s ear burned as he realized that when he was in his next class, this guy might recognize him. 

After and explanation of why they bothered marking the attendees, and before Thomas could make more of a fool of himself, a monkey was there to take him in hand, or at least certain part of his anatomy in hand and show Thomas how good of a time he could have. It was almost derailed by a meeting with the bat, Henry, but he let Thomas off with a warning of not letting the monkey force anything onto him, adding ominously to not let it happen even if the monkey claimed to know what was going to happen.

What did happen, was Thomas being dragged to a storage closet to become the cliche where he sucked his first cock with enough skill to leave the monkey speechless for about five seconds and which left Thomas wanting much more.

So a pantless monkey took him out of the closet, and Thomas saw something of legends. A hyena with a cock dangling between his legs you only read about in stories or saw in porn movies with a bit of a special effect budget.

“Is that real?” Thomas asked, pointing at the hyena with the cock going down to his knees.

“Oh yeah,” Limbani replied breathlessly. “That’s Chima, he’s all real.”

Thomas stared at the monkey. “How do I get myself some of that?” he demanded.

The monkey laughed. “You could always ask nicely.” He grabbed Thomas by the shoulder as the rat turned to head for the hyena. “But as enthusiastic as you are. I think that, maybe, we need to work you up to someone that size.” He smiled. “Trust me, you are going to love sucking off all those cocks as practice for that one.”

“Point me to them,” Thomas demanded, vibrating at the idea of sucking off more cocks. “Now.”

Limbani pulled Thomas along, slowing only to glance in this room or that one, until they stepped into a lounge on the second floor with a dozen naked guys engaged in a variety of sex.

“Chouteau,” the monkey called, and the otter bouncing on a cock looked over his shoulder. “Since you wanted him, how about he sucks you off?”

“What, he’s not good enough for you and you think I’ll want him?”

“Oh, trust me, you want him sucking you off.”

The fox under the otter grabbed his hips and gave a couple of hard thrust and grunted, stilling. The otter sighed in pleasure, then stood, all business.

“You’re lucky. I’m free for you to show me what you can do.” He dropped into an unoccupied loveseat and spread his legs. 

The hard cock Thomas approached seemed small, but might be because after the monster the hyena, Chima, sported, every cock would look small. He dropped to his knees on the thick carpet and took the cock in his mouth without hesitation. Smaller than Limbani, that was for sure, he thought as he swallowed it and it barely hit the back of his throat. 

He moaned in delight. The size didn’t matter. It was a cock, it was in his mouth, and he loved it. He bobbed up and down, his lips tight against the shaft, keeping as much of a vacuum in his muzzle as he could. 

The otter grunted and moaned a “fuck” before putting a hand on Thomas’s head and thrusting. “Where did you find him?”

The reply was distorted, and Thomas glanced in that direction. Limbani was seated on the floor, back to a chair and a guy fucking his muzzle while another sucked him off.

“Focus on what you’re doing,” The otter ordered, turning his head back to the cock. Then he, too, was fucking a muzzle.

Thomas licked the cock as it moved in and. He massaged the balls, feeling them tighten before the otter came. Thomas’s cock twitched as the bitter and salty taste of cum covered his tongue again and he moaned. He continued sucking after the otter stopped thrusting.

When he let go of the cock, it was still hard.

“Okay, I’m impressed,” the otter said. “Just where did you find him, Lim?”

“Pledge week,” the monkey said around the cock, Then the elephant thrust deep and stayed there, the monkey swallowing.

Thomas looked around. A german shepherd was on all fours, with another one fucking him. Under him, a cock was swinging back and forth and before Thomas knew it, he was on his back, eying the cock up close until he snapped it in his muzzle and sucked on it. The two shepherds let out a curse. Then it was Thomas’s turn as something hot and wet closed around his throbbing cock. Loud slurping sounded as someone sucked the rat off, and he sucked the german shepherd off.

Thomas came first, but only by a few seconds, then the cock was dumping cum in his muzzle and the dog fucking the one he was sucking off let out a growl and the two were still.

Thomas moved as soon as the cock stopped providing. The monkey had his hand before he found another cock and was pulling him along until they were a floor lower and under a table. Thomas barely had to time to see cards being distributed before that.

“I’m still dressed,” someone said as Limbani unzipped the pants.

“Stop bitching, Lav. You’re going to like this.”

“Like I haven’t felt your muzzle on my cock a dozen times already.”

The cock was hard when the monkey moved to the side. He pulled Thomas in its direction and the rat did not hesitate. In his muzzle it went, suck hard he did.

“Balls! What’s gotten into you?” the cock’s owner said as someone else at the table yipped. “Hey, this doesn’t mean the game’s over.”

Thomas bobbed down, then up and hit his head on the underside of the table. Then he was more careful, pushing more and more of the cock in, controlling his gag reflex as he went.

The guy he was sucking off cursed as someone else cheered and Thomas had the sense of a shirt falling to the floor. Someone howled in a voice that sounded like the one who’d yipped. Then the cock in Thomas’s muzzle pulsed, and he was sucking down thick cream with a sourness to it.

“I fucking swear,” the guy said as Thomas crawled out from under the table, “if I end up naked because of—” the capybara stared at Thomas as he stood and stretched, grinning. Limbani pulled himself out from under the table and smirked, then he had Thomas by the hand and they were in another room.

He had a sense of being held against a wall as he was sucked off hard. Then he was on a couch, a cock in his muzzle, a muzzle on his cock, cocks in his hands. Someone touched his ass, and Limbani pulled them away without Thomas needing to say anything.

The evening became a blur of cocks, and bodies pressed against him, and he loved every minute.

* * * * *

Thomas became aware of motion. He cracked an eye open and looked at a windshield and lights on the side of the road passing by.

“Look who’s waking up,” Paul said.

“Am I?” Thomas asked. The scene had a dreaminess to it he thought meant he might be dreaming. “Am I high?”

“If someone can get high from sucking cock, you probably are.”

Thomas leaned across and rested his head on the golden tiger’s shoulder. “Did you have fun?” He asked, his head leaning forward and giving him a view of his best friend’s crotch.

“I talked with guys there. There were a few clumsy attempts at dancing, but yes, I had fun.”

Thomas placed a hand on the tiger’s thigh. “But did you have Fun,” he insisted.

Paul chuckled. “I left that to you.”

Thomas slipped out from the shoulder restraint and leaned down.

“What are you doing?” Paul asked, amused.

“It’s not fair you didn’t get to be sucked off.” He looked up at the tiger, grinning, as he unzipped his pants. “I’m very good at it.”

“So I heard, but you don’t have to.”

Thomas looked at his best friend seriously. “Paul, you were going to come have sex with me if my dad wasn’t going to let me go. I’m not letting you have been to that party and not have gotten a taste of what it was like.” He licked his lips. “And I want to taste tiger cock.” He reached in and pulled the cock out. “You know me well enough for this, don’t you?” he asked, concern pushing through the haze.

Paul smiled. “Yes, you go ahead. I would like to have you suck me off.”

Thomas felt the car slow as he closed his muzzle on the tip of the soft cock. Then it thickened and hardened.

“Oh fuck,” Paul whispered as Thomas sucked more of it in his muzzle. He nearly gagged and had to pull off and slow his attempt. His best friend was definitely bigger and thicker than Limbani, and most of the cocks he remembered sucking, not that any of them seemed to be a clear memory. He grinned as he slowly bobbed up and down. He didn’t need to remember the details, he remembered how amazing it had been. This was the only cock he figured he should remember.

“Holy fuck,” Paul exclaimed as Thomas buried his muzzle into the tiger’s crotch then was up and catching his breath, grinning like, well, like Limbani had most of the time Thomas had caught sight of him during the evening.

A hand rested on his head, but didn’t influence his movement, so he continued to bob, his lips tight, and smiling when Paul grunted, or moaned, or sighed. When his best friend tensed, Thomas sucked harder, causing him to curse again. Then Thomas was drinking what felt like his friend’s potent essence. It felt good. It felt great. It felt so good that even once it didn’t produce anymore; he continued suckling on the softening cock.

This was a wonderful way to fall asleep, Thomas thought.

* * * * *

Thomas cracked an eye open, and snapped it shut. Then he pulled the pillow over his head when there was still too much light coming through his eyelid.

Wait, where had the pillow come from? Why did the mattress smell like him?

He sat up and looked at his room. It was his room, with the poster of Carl Marlow, the Viking’s quarterback on the wall, next to the one of Einstein, the buff sidekick from the Unknown Explorer show he used to watch as a kid.

How had he gotten back to his room? Hadn’t he fallen asleep… he was pretty sure he’d fallen asleep somewhere else. What did he remember from last night?

Cocks, lot of cocks, the salty and bitter taste of cum. Not only had he sucked a guy for the first time, he’d sucked off a lot of them. He touched his throat; it had gotten stretched a few times. He pulled the covers and looked at his tented PJs, pushed them down and jerked off, riding the memories of what had to be the best evening of his life.

Coming down from it, licking the cum off his hand, he realized something. 

Who had put him in his pajamas?

“Wait, how did I get home?”

He looked at the time, nearly noon. Then he noticed the voices. 

Shit.

He hurried to the bathroom, stopping only long enough to knock and wait for a lack of response. Then he was in and hurrying to shower, then return to his room to get dressed and head downstairs.

“Well,” Judith said as he entered the kitchen. “Look who managed to drag himself out of bed.”

His mother was at the counter, making pancakes. More pancakes since there was already a tall stack on table. The raccoon next to his brother forked a third of it to his plate.

“Did you have lots of fun at the party?” Judith asked, stretching the word ‘lots’

That got everyone, including the older raccoon, to look at him. Neal’s father smiled and nodded a greeting. Roland looked up, barely acknowledged Thomas, and took over lowering the stack of pancakes by moving another third to his plate, then drowning that into syrup.

“I did,” Thomas replied, doing his best not to let the innuendo get to him. Oh, did he have fun and lots of it indeed. “Hi Mister Leslie.”

“Thomas,” Stewart greeted him.

“And how do you feel?” Eric asked, his father’s gaze fixed on him.

Thomas paused on his way to sitting. Just what state had he been in when… he got home? Had anyone been there to see him? Stupid question. His father had been there, he could be sure of that.

“Cut our son some slack,” Nadia said, putting another plate stacked with pancakes on the table. “Stewart, how about you take those so I can get the plate.”

The raccoon looked at the third left, the two still on his plate, coated with blueberry jam and then at Nadia. “I think I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

“You’re cooking’s amazing, Nadia, but I’m not an athlete like these two.”

Niel grabbed the rest of the plate and added that to his already half empty one.

“Paul dropped you off,” Nadia said, pick up the plate. “And you walked yourself to your room.”

“My room,” Roland said, glaring at his brother.

“Your state of consciousness might have been in question,” Eric said, the way a police officer asked someone where they were when a murder had been committed.

“He was suffering from dehydration,” Nadia told his father. “Paul said so.”

Which meant his mother had been there too, waiting for him, with his father. Oh dear God, what had Paul walked in on?

“Oh, stop worrying,” Nadia said. “We were decent. We heard him drive up, and I had enough time to finish off your father.”

It said a lot about how often the Leslie were in his house that neither the older nor younger raccoon reacted to the admission his mother has sucked off his father.

She placed a pitcher of water before him. “Drink up.”

He reached for the coffee pot, but she batted his hand away.

“Once I’m satisfied you’re rehydrated you can have coffee.”

He grabbed three pancakes off the new stack, then layered strawberry jam between them.

“Drink,” she ordered before returning to the stove.

He filled his glass and drained it. He didn’t feel particularly thirsty. He knew he’d drank plenty at the party and not just cum. His ears heated at the memory of the taste and his jeans grew tighter. Fuck, had he had cock breath when his father check it for alcohol? Because his father wouldn’t have taken Paul’s words on the fact there hadn’t been alcohol at the party.

Judith snickered.

He drank half the pitcher before he was done with his three pancakes, so maybe he had been thirsty. As he fork two more, Roland and Neil left the table.

“Remember,” Eric called after them. “Practice is at four.”

“Yes dad,” Roland replied in that annoyed tone he used anytime their father reminded him of something he hadn’t forgotten.

“We’re going to throw balls in the back,” Niel called back.

“Don’t leave them lying around this time,” Steward replied.

As next door neighbors, the two families had decided to not fence off the properties, creating one quite large backyard for them to use, and with one son each on the highschool football team, footballs always littered it.

Thomas went back to eating and as he finished his last pancakes his father patted his arm.

“Since you slept in this morning, how about I help you catch up on your studies until I have to drive Roland and Neil to their practice?”

Thomas didn’t sigh or look at his mother for a rescue. He had slept in, so she’d considered he didn’t need one. Maybe he could just ask her to have sex with his father and throw his shame out the window? Only they still had a guest at the table, along with Judith. And if his mother agreed, they might not go to their bedroom. And not only would Niel’s father have been there when Thomas told his parents to fuck, but his sister would just be delighted to bring that up any time she could.

Yeah, Thomas wasn’t putting himself through that, just to get out of studying on a Saturday.