“I—” Thomas moaned as the collie hilted into him, pressing the rat against the wall. Hubert’s hand rubbed his abs with a hand and stroked his cock with the other as he pounded his ass. “I have—” Whatever that thought had been vanished as the cock thrusting in him changed angle, making Thomas groan and cum over the wall. The collie kept stoking and fucking him for a few more seconds, then slammed in as he came too.

Hubert let out a contented sigh, pulled out, and patted the rat’s ass. “See you after the weekend.”

Thomas nodded, too busy catching his breath for words. Then, when he thought he’d be able to get himself moving, he was pressed against the wall again.

“How can I refuse such a temptation?” Henry whispered as he pushed his cock into Thomas’ well lubed ass.

Thomas’s protest that he had too much to do to get ready to head back home became a moan, and he leaned back. The hand around his still hard cock tightened as he felt the sting in his neck, and then thought vertigo had hit him.

“No, bitting,” he said through the moaning of the stroking hand, at the memory of Henry’s love of sex nibbling.

“Oh I suppose,” the bat said, adopting a cheezy European accent. “That I can resist sucking your blood.” Thomas laughed at how bad it was, then moaned as the bat stroked him hard, no longer moving. Right, the bat had already cum, that’s what had made Thomas remember the previous biting. He groaned and came again.

Thomas leaned back against Henry as he continued stroking him lazily. The bat was such a considerate lover. Not that any of his brothers would leave him hanging when they came before him, but Henry was always so gentle about it.

“Remember,” the bat said, pulling out, “you can always come back early.”

Thomas forced himself to move as soon as Henry let go, no matter how unsteady his legs were or how sex-fuzzed his brain. Remaining in place would only invite another brother to say their goodbye in Sigma Theta Gamma fashion. He made it up the stairs to his floor, where he encountered Laurence and Gilbert. They were dressed, so Thomas figure he’d be okay, but then they exchanged a look.

“A last one for the road?” Gilbert asked his cousin.

Then they were naked and Thomas was on his back on the floor. One of the armadillo’s cock pushed into his ass, the other was moving back and forth in his mouth. Thomas moaned, grabbed onto Gilbert’s ass and pulled until he was deep-throating him.

He yelped around the cock as something hot and wet wrapped around his, and under a minute of that up and down, he came. He managed to tilt his head enough to see the naked monkey sprawled on the floor, licking Thomas’s cock clean. Limbani gave him a wink before standing and heading who knew where.

Probably off to suck another cock.

Gilbert came with a groan. Thomas’s eyes rolled back as cum filled his muzzle. He was never going to get enough of this.

“I think.” Laurence pushed in hard and moaned, his cock throbbed and Thomas felt the familiar sensation of being filled with cum from that end as he enjoyed the taste of the cum on his tongue. “Fuck,” the armadillo muttered. “We need to throw him in the back of my truck and take him home with us.”

“Then we have to take my van,” Gilbert countered. “We don’t want him to feel lonely in the bed of your pickup. And I have a mattress. It’s going to be more comfortable fucking him on that.”

“Not everyone gets off on fucking on that gun cotton filled thing.”

“Now, now,” Henry stepped over them. “No kidnapping a brother.” He looked at the clothes littering the floor. “I hope this wasn’t an attempt at sneaking out without giving me the chance at a proper goodbye.”

“We were on our way to find you,” Laurence said lamely as he pulled out, then pulled the rat to his feet. He held Thomas close, cupping his balls and leaned into his ear to whisper, “Don’t overeat, because I am going to feed you plenty once we’re back from the long weekend.” Then the Rowlings were walking after Henry without bothering to pick up their clothing.

Thomas rushed to the showers, since there were opposite his room, hoping for a quick one, then getting dressed so he’d be ready for his ride.

Three heads turning in his direction froze him in place. Firmin and Jacques were under one shower head, soaping each other. Two places over, the hyena, with his gigantic cock swinging between his legs, straightened from lathering his muscular legs.

Thomas took a step back. He could endure Judith’s comments on his smell and shower once he was at his parent’s— he backed into someone.

A hand pushed him into the bathroom. “Come on, everyone,” Limbani said, “we need to get our fill of that ass and mouth now before he leaves and we have to go four arduous days with them.”

“I will be back,” Thomas protested as the monkey pushed him against the half wall of glass blocks. As with every other time Thomas ended up bent over them, he couldn’t believe they were strong enough to support the fucking he got, or that someone had put them there thinking privacy would be a thing in this house.

“I need a shower,” Thomas exclaimed between moans, then Chima had a massive hand on his head and gently lowered it to the equally massive, rock-hard, cock.

“We will get your fur clean,” Jacques said, reaching under Thomas with a soapy hand.

“And,” Firmin added, doing a perfect imitation of his relative, “we will feed you for the trip.”

Thomas Moaned as his jaw stretched from the cock slowly entering it, then his throat. For as big as the hyena was, Chima was always gentle, and never pushed in more than Thomas could handle. That Thomas could swallow the entire thing was irrelevant as far as the rat was concerned. It was that Chima was considerate.

Hand roamed over his body as Limbani came with a scream, then another cock was in him. Halfway through the second fucking, Chima came, pulling out enough to ensure most was in Thomas’s muzzle, instead of directly in his stomach. Once he moved, Firmin was in his place.  Jacques fucked Thomas hard until he came, while the other badger fucked his muzzle slowly until the same. Then the monkey pulled him to his feet—hadn’t Limbani left?— and dragged him under one of the showers, where he rinsed Thomas off while fucking and jerking him off.

No one replaced the monkey once he was done, and Thomas used the chance to flee to his bedroom, dripping water across the hall. He slammed the door behind him, wondering how the guys who roomed on the third floor ever managed to make it up there unmolested.

He scanned the room for any unexpected visitor, then he checked under the bed. No one had yet to surprise him from there, but the monkey would fit and it would be exactly his kind of thing. He finally felt safe from all the cocks in the house.

What was it with everyone? This was just Thanksgiving weekend, not the last day of the school year.

He grabbed a towel and dried himself. He went over his bag to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, good thing he’d pack it early. His controller was there, well as his headset and… what were those dildos doing in there?

Who in the frat had dildos? It wasn’t like they needed them. Why use a fake dick when there were plenty of willing ones? Had someone bought them just to prank him? He tossed them on the bed. Maybe he should bring one for his—

What was he thinking? His mother didn’t need them either, and he didn’t want to know if Judith did. He couldn’t see why, she had—

What was wrong with his mind? He didn’t want to think of his sister with guys. He shuddered and dressed.

Getting into his jeans was difficult enough Thomas had to admit the mandated gym time had much of an effect. Even the t-shirt felt stretched thin over his chest.

Suitcase in hand for the weekend, he opened the door and groaned. The rat responsible for his need of new clothing, along with the margay stood there, smiling at him.

“Look,” Thomas said, stifling a sigh. “I don’t have the time for another round of goodbye fucks. My sister’s going to be here any minute and if I don’t meet her at the door, it’ll be hours before I can pry her off Yating.

The margay chucked, and Thomas realized they were dressed. “We just stopped to wish you a good holiday. I’ll driving Madoc to the airport in a few, then heading home myself, but if you think your sister would prefer spending the holiday here, I’ll be happy to drop you off at your parent’s place.”

Madoc stared at Kuno. “There’s no way Henry lets her spend it here.”

“I’d love to see him try to stop her,” Thomas said dryly. “Not that I’m going to give her the chance. But don’t worry, if I decide to put my willpower to the test, I’ll take the bus.”

“You sure?” the margay asked, and Thomas nodded. “Then remember that if you get desperate for cock, I’m across the river. I’d love to introduce you to my father.”

“Why would he get desperate?” Madoc asked in dismay. “Haven’t you seen his…” he trailed off. “Well, I’m sure Paul lives not too far from him.”

“And should I be unavailable,” Kuno added. “Remember the international aren’t bothering going home for a long weekend, so that’s about half of the frat still here to satisfy you.”

“Four days. That’s all it is, guy. If I can’t survive four days, you might as well buy the coffin for winter break.”

“I’ll go with you,” Limbani said, poking his head between the rat and margay.

“No!” Thomas exclaimed, recoiling.

Laughing, Limbani continued toward the stairs leading to the third floor.

“You have a good weekend,” Madoc said, starting in the same direction. “We need to see Henry for a sec before I leave.”

Kuno followed him and Thomas closed his door and headed downstairs. He kept looking around, readying himself for an ambush, but somehow he made it to the foyer without encountering anyone, where he found Paul, dancing with Olavo.

Thomas leaned against the wall, trying to place the steps. Some sort of ballroom dance, he could tell that much. He’d danced enough with Paul to learn there was more than the waltz, and with how continuous the movement were, he thought this was the foxtrot.

A lot of the guys talked about Paul’s need to take it slow and his rules of dancing before he’d take one to bed. And he’d seen some practice. They were seeing it as a challenge rather than a deterrent. Olavo hadn’t been one Thomas had heard as part of those talk, and, unlike the monkey, there was a professional respect in how the capybara moved with the tiger, instead if an attempt at turning the dance into a grinding contest.

February at the longest until he made it into the tiger’s pants.

They paused and Paul corrected Olavo’s footwork, then noticed Thomas. “And my passenger’s here.” He pulled the capybara close and kissed him.

That went on for a while.

Okay, possibly no longer than January.

“What’s this about you being my ride?” Thomas asked when they parted and the capybara headed to the living room. “I thought it was Judith.” He paused. “Or is she the reason Yating hadn’t wished me goodbye this morning?”

“Your dad called and asked I pick you up instead. Seems you and Roland haven’t taken so much of his attention he forgot whose daughter your sister also is. Then there was the story I head about the football game they attended and some restaurant dinner they went to?”

Thomas ran a hand over his face. Why did he ever think his sister wouldn’t tell Paul what she’d been up to during those events? 

He poked his head into the living room to Wish Olavo a good weekend and closed it as the capybara’s cock was already Felix’s muzzle, with Limbani bouncing on the otter’s cock.

He stared. How had the monkey made it down from the third floor already? Was there actually some secret passage like Yating kept claiming? He opened his mouth again, and closed it. It was better not to attract their attention in case they pulled him into the sex. Then Paul was pulling him away.

“Okay, let’s get you out of here before someone makes you an offer you won’t be able to refuse.”

* * * * *

Thomas groaned as he slumped against the seat. “The way this is moving, we won’t even make to thanksgiving next year.” He motioned to the still cars around them. Nothing was moving on the 694. Hadn’t for fifteen minutes. “We should have stuck to the city roads.” He craned his neck, looking for a sign as to where the next exit was, but it wasn’t in sight.

“It’s the start of the thanksgiving weekend,” Paul replied. “There aren’t going to be any clear roads.

Thomas groaned and looked out the window, then over to his friend, his gaze drifting down as an idea formed. “Do you think you can drive while I suck you off?”

Paul chuckled. “In this traffic? Yeah, I think I can manage that.”

Thomas’s hand was in his best friend’s pants before he was done talking. He pulled the cock out and swallowed it. Just because it was a long weekend didn’t mean he couldn’t continue to practice his extracurriculars.

* * * * *

“You know if Donna’s going to be in town for the Holiday?” Thomas asked.

“Didn’t you ask her?” Paul replied, looking around. The car had only moved a hundred feet in the twenty minutes since Thomas had sucked him off.

“I haven’t talked to her outside the game. Mark’s flying in tomorrow. What?” he asked as Paul glanced down at the rat’s crotch.

“Take my place,” Paul said, undoing his seatbelt. Then he scooted over, forcing Thomas to climb over the tiger and into the driver’s seat. As Thomas settled into the seat, Paul undid the rat’s pants.

“My turn.” Paul dove on the extracted cock. Thomas leaned back and placed a hand on his friend’s head. He closed his eyes and moaned in enjoyment.

* * * * *

“Do you think your uncle had any idea what you’d get up to when he gave you this car?” Thomas asked as the tiger sucked him off again. They’d switched places a few times at this point. He’d even shed his pants when he’d realized that this would happen a lot before they made it anywhere close to his parent’s place in this traffic.

Paul pulled off long enough to laugh. “He was my age at some point. He knows what guys do in their cars.” He was back to sucking him off.

Thomas grunted and bit his lower lips as he came again, and Paul swallowed his load. Panting, the rat asked, “Are you ready to go again?”

“Not quite.” The tiger kept glancing at the cock as it stiffened again. “You have to tell me what’s the frat’s secret’s if you want more from me.”

Thomas laughed. “If there’s a secret, they haven’t told me. All I can tell you is that it started with having sex with them, a lot of sex.”

Paul grinned. “I see, if you aren’t going to tell me willingly, I’ll just have to suck the secret out of you.” He was back down with the rat’s cock in his muzzle, and Thomas moaned.

* * * * *

Thomas parked Paul’s car a block away from his parent’s house. 

“You’re planing on walking the rest of the way?” the tiger asked with a tilted ear.

The rat pointed to his bare lap. “I’m not putting my pants on in from of their house. Someone’s going to be watching and they could see something.” He leaned to the passenger;s seat, searching by feel for his underwear in the footwell. Where had they gone to?

Paul ground his crotch against Thomas’s face. “So you’re going to do it in front of Miss Harmand?”

Thomas’s head snapped up to look at the house, expecting the old cat lady at her window. He sighed in relief at her absence and gave up on his underwear. He wriggled into his jean. Doing it in the driver’s seat added to the difficulty of how tight they were. Once they were on, he drove the block to the house.

As he stepped out of the car, his friend did the same. Thomas shook his hand. “Thanks for the ride.”

Paul chuckled. “Thanks for the meal. I won’t have to eat anything until breakfast tomorrow. You have fun with your family.”

“You know I’m just three houses away, if you get hungry again.”

Paul laughed. “I’m not the wanton one here. If you get desperate for time away from the Hertz family circus, call me.” He got in on the driver’s side.

“Wish your mom a Happy Thanksgiving for me,” Thomas said before he drove away, then he headed for the door.

“There he is.” The old rat hugged Thomas the instant he set food inside.

He hugged her back. “Grandma. You’re here early.”

She scoffed. “I was here right on time. You’re who’s late.” She looked him over, then sniffed him.

“Grandma,” he muttered, his ears burning.

She rolled her eyes. “I see you have your father’s modesty.”

“Thomas,” Nadia called, walking into the hall. “Glad you could join us. I heard the loop was gridlocked. Did you and Paul make good use of the time?”

“Mom,” Thomas whined.

“That’s a yes!” Judith called from the kitchen. “I told you sending Paul wouldn’t get him here any faster.”

“At least I am here,” Thomas called back. “With you, I’d still be waiting for you to let Yating off.”

“Or he might have taken her to celebrate with his family,” Eric said, raising his voice to be heard. “And Paul would still have to go pick him up.”

“Yating’s family’s overseas,” Thomas said as he entered the kitchen. “He’s not flying home.”

His sister perked up. “He’s in town for the holiday? Maybe I should invite him to celebrate with us.”

“I think the house’s going to be packed enough as it is,” Eric replied, swiping on his phone. “We’re already forcing Corina and her fiancée to get a hotel room. Victor called, and their plan landed. Once he gets here, he, Orinda and the boys are in your room, Thomas.”

Thomas shrugged. “That’s fine, I can share the living room with Uncle Neiro.”

“No, no,” His mother said, already at the counter and pulling ingredients out of the cupboard. “You’re sharing Roland’s room.”

“What?” Roland demanded, protein shake to his mouth.

“You two haven’t hung out since Thomas move to the frat,” Eric said, not looking up from his phone. “We decided it would be good for th two of you to reconnect.”

Thomas swallowed. He and Roland in the same room was not a good idea. “Dad, I can go—”

His father looked up from his phone. “Thomas, we’re a family. I won’t have you growing away from your brother just because you moved out.”

Thomas looked at his sister, but she shook her head. He was on his own with this. Roland wasn’t looking at him, focused on his drink, and Thomas immediately looked away too, before the look turned into a gaze. Roland was already pissed and getting caught doing that would not have helped the situation.

He was going to survive this. This was going to be no more problematic than sharing the living room with Uncle Neiro and his husband. He was Royer, after all. So there he would have been witness to family doing—nope, not going there, they were family.

Ice. He had to think of ice, nice cold ice. Hard ice, that was slick as it melted. Arg! Where was the off switch on this thing? There had to be some way for him to stop thinking of the sex the men in his family were going to have.

His ears perked at movement, and he looked that way, latching on anything to distract himself. Roland was storming out of the room

Thomas didn’t sigh, because that would have invited comments. But man, this was going to be the most awkward Thanksgiving ever.