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Classes the Friday of Homecoming week felt like a fever dream of sorts. All three of my professors that day had us watching videos in class; two of them fell asleep. It was still early when I finished my last "lecture" of the day, so I had time to meet up with Dad for some burgers before the block party on Greek Row.
"Ya know, I used to come here with my ex-girlfriends," Dad reminisced as he looked around the small diner.
"Kal brought me here on our first date," I said as I finished eating my fries. "They love him here."
"He's a likable guy," Dad responded. "I hope the robotics thing works out."
"He's excited for the match! Went crazy when the arm started moving," I giggled. "It was cute."
"College is looking good on you kid," he winked.
"So what are you gonna do while I'm at the block party?" I asked.
"Oh, I'll be there too. The Kappa Alumni Association is sponsoring the house event."
"You're coming to the party?!"
"Already claimed a keg," he chuckled. He was so weird, but so cool.
The block party expanded the entirety of Greek Row. All eight of the houses had people hanging on their lawns, there were at least three DJs, a bounce house, and a strange petting zoo with glow sticks. I didn't know what video game was being projected at the end of the block. Each stop had a fee that went directly into the hosting house's bucket towards the booster fundraising. The "booths" were all being maintained by pledges who weren't really paying attention to whether or not they were discussing drama, or drug use, in front of faculty and parents. Inside the houses were private events. Some were stuffy tea parties, one was a video game tournament, and the others were "need to know" events (meaning that they were either doing secret house "rituals" or hosting speakeasies for underage drinking).
When we got back to the house, I rushed straight for my shower to get ready. I wanted to be cleaned up and dressed before Scooter got to the house. I'd just finished putting on my oversized sweater when he walked into the room. We chatted about what we thought was gonna happen that night, and how he hoped to not run into Brett. After they broke up, Brett moved out of their shared dorm room, and they hadn't talked since then. They'd see each other at training, but wouldn't speak. To be fair, Dig made it clear that he's not allowed anywhere near Scooter if he valued his life. Apparently, right as they considered being monogamous after fucking me, Brett cheated with someone that Scooter refuses to name. Probably to keep his brother from kicking someone's ass.
OF COURSE we saw Brett hanging out with a few of his teammates while Scooter, Dig, and I were walking along the block. Dig glared at him as we passed by, while Scooter did his best to ignore him. He didn't want to focus on his ex, he wanted to hit the bounce house before we stopped at a party being held at ZBZ. We were trying to just have a good time before I had to be back at the house.
Zeta Theta Zeta, aka ZTZ, was known as a philanthropy house. They worked with local charities, held fundraisers, and were all on their way to becoming the perfect future housewives for Manhattan's elite. Tradition states that girls from ZTZ dated boys from Omega Gamma Mu, but tradition also states that they love dick from Delta Kappa Omega. For years I'd heard stories about ZTZ being the only house where girls are willing to try anal, but it was only talked about behind closed doors (pun intended). The house did not look how I expected it to when we walked it. I was prepared to encounter another event where I'd be forced to mingle with stuffy alum. The strobe lights were the only way that we could see anyone in the dark room as music played and people shuffled around. There was a DJ set up in their parlor and a full bar in the dining room. Scooter and I danced for two hours getting sweaty as fuck, not knowing where Dig went after being pulled away by two girls. My reputation as a slut was well known, but not many of the girls seemed to care. They flirted with me, and grabbed my dick; one offered to give me a blowjob right there on the dance floor. I loved knowing that I had the ability to attract all sorts of people, made me proud to be my Dad's son; but I just didn't find any of the girls sexually attractive, they were hot, but just not for me.
Dig dragged Scooter and I out of the ZTZ house when it was time to go. His hair was disheveled, his sweater was backwards; you could tell he got lucky, but was on a mission to get me to the house event on time. It didn't seem like that big of a deal, because it was just another house party; but with a cover fee. I didn't know why I had to be there at a specific time. Dig was pulling my hand, with our fingers interlocked, as he sped through the crowd that was on the street. I heard him mutter that High would kill him if we were late.
"Okay Little Brother," he stopped me on the only quiet spot on our lawn. "This is gonna be a first for us."
"What do you mean?" I looked at him, still holding his hand as Scooter caught up to us. "It's just a house party."
"But the Alumni Association is here," Scooter caught his breath.
"Yes and no," Dig looked between us. "Yes, there's a house party. No, we won't be going to it. That's not our event," Dig placed his free hand on my shoulder. "You're the event."
"Huh? What does that mean?" I questioned.
"The Kappa alums decided to bring back an old tradition," he looked around. "Because of who your dad is."
"What does he have to do with anything?"
"Back in the day, Brother Other used to help fundraise for other members' house dues. Raised a lot of money."
"He's good at working a crowd," I shrugged, remembering the Alumni Gala.
"More like, he's good at letting the crowd work him," he raised an eyebrow to give me an idea of where this was going. "He's not just a legend cuz of his dick."
"The apple really doesn't fall far from the tree," Scooter laughed, getting the gist. "So what's the event?"
"It's a private event for alums and VIPs only," Dig told us. "It's called `Fucking the Legacy'."
He looked at his watch then dragged us into the house, past the crowd partying all around the first floor. We waved at people who greeted us, and kept moving until we reached the door to the basement. I watched Dig take two deep breaths as he knocked on the door. Travis let us in then locked the deadbolt before telling us that "they were waiting" for us downstairs. "They" were my Dad, High, Thumper, Brace, and four middle aged men that I'd never met before; all sitting on the couches, chairs, and barstools around the finished game room.
"You're late," High glared at Dig.
"Two minutes dude!" Dig was still holding my hand. "Baby brother couldn't come in blind!"
"That was the plan," a random man in a blue sports jacket and khakis spoke.
"He's my brother, not yours," Dig glared at him.
"We're all brothers here," the man responded.
"What is this?" I asked, all eyes turned to me.
"Son," my Dad walked towards me. "You and I are going to help the house win the trophy this year."
"How's that?" I looked into his eyes.
"They're going to fuck the legacy," he winked.
Sean explained to me that he, my Dad, and the man (an alum named Jack) came up with the idea over lunch the day before. When my Dad was a student he'd allow the brothers to sell tickets for a monthly gangbang to fuck him. He did this because he knew that a lot of dudes were complaining about not getting laid, and were willing to pay decent money to change that. He'd allow the brothers to sell 15 to 25 tickets to people who were discreet and had enough cash for an all night all access pass to his ass. For one night only, he was going to bend over again to let his ass be used for the greater good: the trophy. But this time would be different, because I'd be their secret weapon. The legacy to carry on Dad's tradition.
The plan was easy: have me and my Dad tied up, bent over, wearing head coverings as 20 top paying VIP ticket holders had their way with us. The rules were simple as well: our faces would be covered so that they couldn't see us and we couldn't see them, the only light in the room would be a red LED light focused on our asses, and the last man had to be done by 4am. My Dad and I would simply be cumdumps for 5 hours, with entry starting at 11pm. The pledges would be watching the door, acting as security, escorting us to the bathroom during our breaks, and serving as the clean up crew afterwards.
My dick jumped in my pants the more they explained; I wanted to carry on the legacy. And as the newest brother with the lowest rank and zero seniority, I was required to according to Dad and High. Sure, they told me that I could back out, but this was the ultimate test of my loyalty. Willingly showing my brothers that I'd do anything for the sake, and reputation, of our house.
"You're sure about this bro?" Dig squeezed my hand, looking into my eyes.
"You don't have to," Dad spoke. I looked around at the other men in the room waiting for my answer.
"Let's do this!" I roared. I was ready.
My Dad and I took turns taking showers in the basement bathroom before dressing in matching black jocks and black high tops. We were then led to one of the two bedrooms that always remained locked. When we entered there was a red light that hung above the queen sized bed; the only other furniture in the dark room was a chair and a dresser. On the dresser were condoms, lube, and rope. I mimicked Dad's movements by grabbing two pieces of rope, then laid across the bed on my stomach. High grabbed one piece of rope from me to tie my wrists, while Dig grabbed the other to tie my right ankle to the bottom of the footboard. My Dad had the same treatment done to him by Thumper and Brace, with his left ankle being tied to the bottom of the headboard. I felt both of our free ankles being tied to each other. We were locked in place.
"We've got time," I heard one of the unnamed alums say right as I felt lube being applied to my hole. I turned to see him fingering both me and my Dad. "Who's first?"
A different unnamed alum stepped in between Dad's legs, while Jack stepped in between mine. I looked directly into my Dad's loving eyes as we were both penetrated. "Fuck yeah," I heard behind me before the old bed started to creak. The two men got to work assaulting our lubed holes, making father and son gasp for air. For the next ten minutes they grunted as they pumped their cocks into our holes before I felt Jack shooting into me. After the first two finished, the next unnamed alums gave us the same treatment. I turned to see Dig and High standing in front of me, as Thumper and Brace were grunting as they fucked my father and I; they were both fully dressed.
"You okay bro?" Dig asked me.
"Oh yeah," I rolled my eyes as I felt my prostate being grazed.
"You good Dad?" High asked my father.
"I'm great son," he smiled before closing his eyes. Soon I felt my third load of the night being deposited.
Right as Thumper and Brace were building up their orgasms, we heard Scooter yell "door's open!" before I felt Dig kiss my cheek then put a hood over my head. All I heard for the next two hours were grunts, moans, and dirty talk coming from anonymous men as they deposited load after load into our willing asses. The first time I queefed on one of their cocks, the man told me that I had a "good pussy". It turned me on so much, that my cock shot cum into my jock pouch from the friction. I loved the feeling of being used by these men.
After being escorted to my first bathroom break, I was laid on my back with rope going across my body as my legs were held in the air by a bar that I couldn't see. Men were able to grab the pouch of my wet jock, groping my crotch, as they contributed to the countless loads that were in me. Some of the cocks were very long, some were wide as fuck, the majority felt like the were between 6 and 7.5 inches. I loved being able to feel them all; and wondered which ones preferred my ass or my Dad's.
After the final bathroom break, I was tied down while laying on my stomach again, this time with one of my wrists being tied to my Dad's. We held hands as we were brutalized even more. It felt like the men were trying to get their money's worth before the door closed. "You're looking real good, Baby Boy," I heard a familiar voice say while an anonymous man was giving me strong deliberate thrusts that made me whimper. "I love watching you take dick," the voice spoke again, I knew it was Kal.
After the men had all gone, our hoods were removed. I looked to see my Dad's back white and wet from the amount of cum he'd received. His plump middle aged ass had taken a beating. I then turned to see Kal standing to the side talking with Dig and Sean; they looked like bros who formed a bond over watching a football game. All were dressed, arms crossed, making indistinct conversation before Kal smiled at me. I watched as my boyfriend abruptly ended the conversation to quickly undress before walking behind me. He groaned as he entered my very used, very sloppy hole.
"Fuck!" He whispered as he bottomed out. "That feels good."
"What are you doing here?" I turned my head, as he laid on my back, grinding his dick into me.
"Needed to see my good luck charm before the match," he kissed my neck as he started to hump me.
"I missed you," I whimpered, feeling his big cock hitting all the right spots in my hole.
"I missed you too baby boy," his arm wrapped around my neck. I felt my Dad squeezing my hand as he and the others watched Kal pick up his pace.
Even though I'd taken at least 15 dicks throughout the night, his was still the biggest overall. I felt every vein of his wide 10.5 inches as he continued to hit my prostate before repeatedly reaching my second hole. My boyfriend knew how to fuck me to the point where we were both screaming and loudly moaning for everyone to hear. My sensitive hole loved this man's dick, just as much as I loved him. When he finally came, I heard him screaming "BOLLOCKS" as he added to the loads from the other men. He kissed my cheek before pulling out.
When we were untied the guys told us that we'd raised more than the house's goal for Spirit Week. Apparently some of the alums gave extra tips on top of the initial entry fee for the basement. I felt proud of myself and my Dad for going through with it. High and Dig gave Kal a new nickname "Honor" as in "Honorary Brother" because he helped secure some of the funding for the event, and they were very thankful for it. Unfortunately my boyfriend had to rush out in order to catch the team bus and get some sleep on the way to the robotics match that was in Pennsylvania.
I don't know how any of us had the energy to wake up, shower, get dressed, and be on the house float for the parade the next morning; but we did it. The D-Kaps managed to have one team march in the parade, while another set up the tailgate booth outside of the football stadium. I made sure to get a good nap before the inevitable party at the house that night.
The great thing about our team winning the homecoming game was that there were a shit ton of girls wanting to take home a football play that night. I was able to rest my hole, only having to give head to two of the football players that were brothers.
Now I know the meaning of showing school spirit.
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