Frat Daddy

Hey guys! I wrote this as a comission for one of my substack subscribers. Enjoy!

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GORDON

"Son! How the hell are ya?"

My dad hopped out of his Range Rover, his boots crunching in the gravel driveway. He was grinning from ear to ear, sporting his usual flannel, jeans, and baseball cap.

"I'm good, Dad," I said sheepishly as he engulfed me in a big bear hug. I cast a glance back at the fraternity house to make sure none of my new brothers could see my humiliation.

"I missed you, kid." Dad ruffled my hair, then put his arm around me. "Now come on--I wanna see what you all have done with the place since I left."

Dad was a member of Gamma Alpha Upsilon when he was my age, although that was over 20 years ago. He'd been pushing me to rush ever since I got to college, and he was over the moon when I got initiated. To be honest, I was surprised I even got in--sure, the fraternity caters to athletes, and although I've been playing lacrosse for years, I wouldn't exactly call myself a "frat bro". I'm quiet, kind of shy, and not exactly a man's man.

"Whoa, they got rid of that old piece of shit futon," Dad said as he walked inside the den, eying the place from top to bottom. He winked at me. "Lotta fun we had on that thing."

I must have made a face because he nudged me and said, "Oh, don't be such a prude. When I was your age, young people weren't so hung up sexually. We fucked who we wanted and there wasn't anything wrong with it."

I felt my cheeks turn red. Dad was much more brash than me, always confident and never afraid to talk about things like sex or whatever. The complete opposite of me, really. True, we had the same dirty blond hair, but his was short whereas mine was kind of long. And we were both in pretty decent shape, although he'd put on a bit more muscle over the years, whereas I was still pretty lean. But our personalities couldn't be more different: Dad was the life of the party, whereas I was content to be wallpaper.

"Oh, boy... Guess I came in at the wrong time."

I felt my blood run cold when I noticed my fraternity brother Aldis standing in the doorway with a smirk on his face.

Dad let out a bark of a laugh. "Sorry, just reminiscing about the good old days." He reached out his hand. "I'm Randy. Gordon's dad."

Aldis strode over and shook my dad's hand, a glimmer of a smile in his eye. "Aldis. I'm the President of Gamma Alpha Upsilon."

"Aldis, huh?" Dad smiled at me. "Gordon's told me a lot about you."

My face turned bright red at that one. "Dad," I hissed.

"Nice to meet you," Aldis said, thankfully not seeming to take anything more from that.

I was mortified nonetheless. Did he think I'd been blabbing about him to my Dad? He'd been extremely clear that he didn't want me telling anyone about what happened between us that one night during rush. And again during bidding, when he pulled me into the bathroom and bent me over the sink. And then a handful of times when I was pledging, although we'd both been drunk and technically sucking his dick made me gay, not him.

It's not like I could help it. Aldis was the kind of guy anyone would bend over for: a tall, muscular Tight End with rippling abs, deep black skin, strong hands... and that fucking cock...

"I hate to break you two apart, but we were actually just about to have a fraternity meeting." Aldis turned to me. "Got a big party we're putting together tonight and we need all hands on deck."

I nodded. "Yeah, Dad, why don't you go check into the hotel and I'll--"

"Nonsense." Dad waved me off. "Don't need to waste money on a hotel when I can just room with my son here. And I'd be happy to sit in on your meeting, offer some words of wisdom from an old geezer."

Aldis raised an eyebrow. "Sure, man. We'd be happy to have you."

I suppressed a groan. Having my dad around was the last thing I needed tonight. I couldn't believe I'd forgotten about this party when I told him it was a good weekend to visit. Although, to be fair, we partied pretty much every weekend. I'd just have to tone down on my drinking tonight and keep him as far away from Aldis as possible...

"All right, listen up, y'all."

Aldis paced around the living room, holding a notebook like he was a football coach going through a strategy session. The rest of us sprawled across the worn-out couches and chairs, half-listening.

"Party starts at nine. We need everything ready by eight." He flipped a page. "David, you're on booze duty. Alderman's at five."

David, the burly football player, stretched his thick arms over his head, his shirt riding up to reveal thick tufts of hair under his armpits. "Got it."

"Jesus, man, put that away," Ju-wan said, wrinkling his nose. The lean Korean swimmer was perched on the armrest, absently stretching his shoulder like he was still in the pool.

David grinned. "It's my Italian heritage, bro."

Aldis ignored them and moved on. "Nate, George--you two are in charge of setting up the beer pong tables."

The two wrestlers, both short and built like tanks, nodded in unison. George scratched his ginger beard. "Where do you want them?"

"Same spot as last time."

Nate, arms crossed over his thick chest, smirked. "And who's making sure these punk-ass bitches don't spill beer everywhere?"

José, the Latino baseball player, shot him a look. "Man, just set up the damn tables." He cracked his knuckles, his muscular forearms flexing.

Aldis smirked. "José, you're on music. Make sure the playlist doesn't suck."

José gave a lazy salute. "I'll try to keep it under five Bad Bunny songs."

"Christian," Aldis continued, turning to the gymnast lounging upside down on the couch. "You're running door security."

Christian flipped upright in one fluid motion. "You want me to beat down anyone who doesn't pay cover?" He smirked, his thin brown mustache twitching like a caterpillar.

Aldis rolled his eyes. "Man, miss me with that bullshit. Just sit on the couch and take the money."

He turned to me. "New pledge, you're running the bar. Make sure the jungle juice is restocked, kegs are full, et cetera."

I gave a thumbs up. "You got it."

Aldis shut the notebook with a snap. "Alright, let's make this happen. And no one fucks this up, or you're on cleanup duty tomorrow morning."

"That's it?"

Everyone turned to look at my dad, who was sitting on the couch with his arms folded, his face unenthused. My stomach clenched in knots.

Aldis raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean? What else is there?"

Dad laughed. "What else is there? Uh, the party!" He stood, his palms spread like he was the only one talking any sense. "You're just gonna put on music, hand out booze, and expect people to show up? Back in my day, we actually threw parties people wanted to go to!"

Christian snickered. "When was that, the 80s?"

Dad turned to him, hands on his hips like a cowboy. "I've been fucking pussy since before you were born, son. I think I know a thing or two about throwing a party."

Christian went silent, his face turning red.

Aldis frowned. "So what's your idea, exactly?"

Dad grinned. "I'm glad you asked. See, we at Gamma Alpha Upsilon used to live by tradition. And the most sacred tradition was The Midnight Olympiad. Four rounds, each testing a different skill. First is the Keg Gauntlet, a relay race with kegs (and mandatory chugging stations). Then Strip Beer Pong, which is exactly how it sounds. Up next, we got Blindfolded Wrestling, then we end it all with the Midnight Swim, a skinny-dipping race in that pool you all got in the backyard."

He hooked his thumbs through his belt loops, bouncing back on his heels as his face curled in a shit-eating grin. I sat there mortified, but to my surprise, the rest of the guys seemed into it.

"It would be a great way to get chicks naked," said Nate.

"And drunk," added George.

The other guys all murmured in agreement. Dad turned to Aldis, palms upturned as if passing it over to him.

Aldis folded his arms. "All right. Change of plan. We try it your way. Boys, report to Gordon's dad, give him whatever help he needs to set things up."

"Please, call me Randy." Dad winked. "Now let's throw us a party."

The next few hours were a crazed dash of supply runs, cleaning, and setting up the space for Dad's Midnight Olympiad. I was surprised how quickly the guys took to him, asking him all about the old days of the frat and how wild things used to get.

I tried to get a moment alone with Aldis, desperate to convince him that I hadn't told my dad about our late-night rendezvous, but he was so busy I couldn't find the right time. I was hopeful that, with all the hubbub going on tonight, we might find time to slip away for some repeat action. I'd just have to shake my dad first.

By the time nine o'clock rolled around, the party was already in full swing. The backyard was packed--shirtless guys hoisting kegs like trophies, beer pong balls flying left and right, and half-drunk boys wrestling blindfolded on the lawn, laughing as they toppled onto the grass. Music blasted from the speakers, and a growing crowd gathered around the makeshift wrestling ring, cheering on Nate and José as they grappled.

Inside, the air was thick with sweat and alcohol. I crawled under the bar, grabbing a fresh keg to restock the chugging station. I caught sight of Aldis across the room, leaning against the kitchen counter, a red solo cup in his hand as he chatted with some blonde girl from Delta Pi. She was giggling at something he said, her painted nails clutching his thick forearm for support as she swayed slightly. My stomach twisted as anger rose in my chest.

A burst of laughter from the stairs caught my attention. I turned just in time to see my dad, his flannel shirt opened to show his ripped, hairy torso, upside down and chugging from a keg. The crowd was cheering him on, clapping as the foamy beer sprayed out of his mouth and onto his body. David held my dad's legs, whooping as my dad chugged. Suddenly, my dad's legs started to wobble, then he came crashing down onto David in a big pile on the floor.

For a moment, I thought he might be hurt, but then I saw his fist punch through the air, causing the crowd to let out a big cheer. He helped David to his feet, his arm around the burly football player.

"Lucky I had a nice thick landing pad," Dad called out to the crowd, who roared in laughter.

My father leaned in and whispered something in David's ear. David smiled slowly, then looked at my father and nodded. The next thing I knew, my father had David's hand and was leading him toward the staircase.

"Ey-yo, let me get another keg!" José stood shirtless and sweaty in front of the bar, arms outstretched.

I picked up one of the kegs and handed it over to him. By the time I turned back to the stairs, Dad was gone.

That was weird. Where would they have gone? Maybe David was showing him to the bathroom? I knew my duty was to stay by the bar, but my curiosity got the better of me. I slipped out and weaved my way through the crowd, walking over to the staircase. I grabbed onto the banister and started to ascend, the noise of the party beginning to die down as I reached the second floor.

I walked through the hallway, peeking into open doors to see if I could find them. Maybe he went to my room to grab something?

I opened the door to my room and was greeted with the sight of Ju-wan's bare ass pumping away. A small Asian woman lay underneath him, her arms wrapped around his back as he thrust into her. Our eyes met, and she let out a scream.

Ju-wan turned and glared at me. "Dude, I'm a little fucking busy!"

"S-sorry!" I stuttered awkwardly.

I slammed the door shut, silently chastising myself. When we started rooming together, Ju-wan made it clear that I should always knock in case he had a girl in there with him, but I'd forgotten in my haste to find my dad.

I looked down the hallway, but none of the other doors were open. I had just turned to head back downstairs when I heard a loud grunting sound. I turned back to see where it had come from. Was that David's room?

I put my ear against the closed door, trying to see if I could hear anything. More muffled groans, and then something that sounded like a smack.

My heart was pounding. What the fuck was going on in there? I reached for the doorknob, hand shaking as I slowly opened the door.

Whatever I was expecting to see when I opened the door, it wasn't my father's naked body, sweaty and muscular, his boxers around his ankles as he slammed his cock up David's ass.

"Oh, FUCK!" David grunted, his hands gripping the bed sheets like he was holding on for dear life. He was bent over the bed, his hairy, naked ass rippling every time my dad thrust into him.

Dad held David by the waist, his fingers squeezing into the football player's thick flesh as he plowed him. It was a shocking sight, seeing my naked father fucking another man. I knew he'd been into some wild sexual stuff back in college, but fucking dudes? Jesus...

"God, that jock pussy is tight," Dad said with a chuckle. "Arch your back for me." He pulled David's ass up off the bed, bringing it back onto his cock and making the boy moan.

"Dude... your cock is so fucking big..." David buried his head into the sheets, letting out a loud moan as my father assaulted his prostate.

Dad smirked. "If I had a nickel... oh fuck, squeeze it again... damn boy, you learn fast."

I watched in awe as Dad continued to rail my fraternity brother. I'd never seen him like this before. He looked like a Greek God, his back muscles rippling with every movement, his ass cheeks muscular and dimpled, his thigh muscles straining so hard it looked like he was carved out of stone. From my angle, I couldn't see his cock, but if the noises David was making were any indication, my dad was fucking hung.

The sound of laughter from behind me made me snap back to attention. I looked down the hallway to see Aldis coming up the stairs, that blonde girl from before draped across his arm.

I watched, enraged as he opened the door to his room and ushered her inside.

"Oh fuck, right there... Jesus, what is that?"

"That's your little button, son."

"Oh, fuck... it feels so good, sir... don't stop!"

I couldn't bring myself to watch any more of this. As quietly as possible, I slid the door closed and headed back down the hallway. I passed the door to Aldis's room, my neck flushing with anger as I heard the sounds of giggling and kissing coming from within. First, my dad and David, and now Aldis?

I needed a fucking drink.

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RANDY

I woke up with my head pounding. The light streaming through the curtains hit me in the eyes, making my head pound even worse. God, was I hungover? I hadn't drunk this much in ages.

I sat up, rubbing my eyes as I tried to make out where I was exactly. Messy sheets, dirty clothes everywhere, the smell of man musk and cum in the air... yeah, I was in a fraternity alright.

My eyes landed on the boy in my bed. That's when it started coming back to me. Burly guy, hairy as a motherfucker. Currently passed out and naked as the day he was born. Was that my cum leaking out of his hole? Damn, we must have had a real good time.

I scratched my stomach, then yawned. Fuck, I needed to piss bad. My cock was hard as a diamond. Where the hell was the bathroom again? Probably should have gotten the lay of the land before I took one of my son's fraternity brothers upstairs and fucked him silly. But it's not like I'd planned it. One minute, we were chugging beer, having fun like the good old days. Next thing I know I gotta piss and I'm asking him if he wants to cross streams. Then one thing led to another, and...

Of course! The bathroom was at the end of the hall. That was where we'd started getting freaky. I threw the sheets off, realized I too was naked as the day I was born, and got to my feet. I couldn't find my clothes in the mess on the ground, so I picked up an old pair of the kid's briefs and pulled them on. Quiet as a churchmouse, I slipped outside and tiptoed down the hall.

The hallway was empty. Most of the brothers were still asleep, I assumed. I headed for the bathroom, needing to piss like a motherfucker. The second I was in front of the toilet I pulled my cock out and sighed, letting the piss stream freely.

Damn, it felt good to get some ass again. It's not like it was my intention when visiting my son, but what can I say? The glory days just ran away with me. Plus I'd always been a magnet for jock pussy. The more straight-acting and masculine the guy, the louder he'd beg for my cock. It's like they couldn't help themselves.

The sound of the door opening caused me to jump, sending piss flying.

"Oh, sorry..."

One of my son's fraternity brothers stood in front of the door, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts. He had a big, throbbing hard-on like I did, and his hair was all in a mess. His eyes widened when he noticed my dick hanging out of my underwear.

I grinned. "Don't be shy. There's room for two."

He stared at my cock for a moment, not saying anything. He was a cute kid, a little shorter than my son. He was pretty smooth, with a few sparse chest hairs and a thin, wispy mustache.

"Christian, right?"

He tore his eyes off my cock, looked up at me and nodded. "Uh, yeah."

"Well, come on over. I can tell from that tool you gotta piss real bad."

He grinned sheepishly, then approached. I was still holding my cock, trying to get out the last few drops after being interrupted.

"Go on, then. Let's see what you've got."

He swallowed, then reached for his cock with trembling hands. He slipped it through the hole in his boxers, trying his best to aim it down. But with how hard it was, and the fact that he had one of those dicks that curved upwards, it was kind of a fool's errand.

I shook the last drops of piss out of my cock. "Last night was a hell of a party. You get up to any fun?"

Christian stared at the wall, trying not to look at my cock. "A little."

I tugged on my foreskin. "Yeah? What was her name?"

His face turned red. "We... we didn't end up hooking up."

"That's a shame," I said. "She left you with blue balls, huh?"

This time he looked right at my cock. His jaw dropped slightly as I got hard again.

"Like the way it looks?"

He blinked. "It's... so big..."

I put my hand on his shoulder, then gave him a gentle push in the right direction. "You should see how it tastes."

His eyes went wide with fear, but he got on his knees anyway. My cock dangled in front of his nose.

"Breathe it in," I said.

Christian closed his eyes and took a deep sniff, and from that moment on, he was hooked. His mouth was wet and eager, his eyes wide with the need for an older man's approval that every young man has. He cleaned his jock brother's juices off my cock, swallowing me so deep I could have sworn it wasn't his first time sucking cock.

God, nothing gets your day started like an early-morning blowie after fucking some jock pussy all night.

I grabbed his head and held his nose against my pubes, feeling my cock pulse in the back of his throat. "That's it," I moaned, feeling my balls ache with my impending orgasm. "Open your throat and take me in."

He swallowed me down to the root, choking as he tried to ignore his need for oxygen. At the last second, I pulled my dick out of him and pointed it straight between his eyes. "Fuck, gonna paint you so good, baby," I groaned, then showered him with my seed.

He closed his eyes, staying put as ropes of my cum sprayed across his face. My jizz leaked through that messy brown hair, down his forehead and nose until it pooled in that puny little mustache. I smiled when I saw his tongue flicking out to catch some of it in his mouth.

I squeezed out the last of my cum onto his forehead then patted him on the cheek. "Don't let it go to waste, huh?"

As I headed for the door, tucking my spent cock back into my briefs, out of the corner of my eye I could see Christian wiping the cum off his face and tasting it.

I headed down the hall to my son's room to grab some of my clothes, but when I opened the door, he wasn't in there. His roommate, Ju-won, I think, was lying in bed with some girl next to him. He was naked, the sheets pulled up to show the bottom of his smooth, tanned ass. Damn, I'd have to find some alone time with him before the weekend was through.

Careful not to wake them, I grabbed a change of clothes from my suitcase and dressed. When I went downstairs, Gordon was on the couch, sprawled out and asleep under a faded old quilt.

I shook him on the shoulder. "Rise and shine!"

His eyes were red and groggy. He put one arm over them and rolled over.

"Come on, don't you wanna get breakfast with your old man?"

"Too hungover," he moaned.

I sat down on the couch next to him and rubbed his thigh. "If I had a nickel for every time I was hungover in college, I would be a billionaire. Now come on, I'm only here another day. I want to walk around campus."

It took a cold shower and several cups of coffee, but I got Gordon up and dressed. We went to the old dining hall to grab breakfast, which shared nothing in common from my college days except the shitty food.

"I'm telling you, there's no better college in the country," I said, dipping a handful of fries in ketchup. "Sure, some places look better on your resumé, but here's the only place you'll get a good education and a good time. Man, we had some of the wildest parties, ones that would put last night to shame..."

It was true. Even though it was technically for athletes, Gamma Alpha Upsilon had always been known as a party frat. We were always trying to find new ways to outdo the last one. Of course, when you combined a bunch of horny college boys and booze, there was pretty much nothing (or no one) you couldn't do. I made a name for myself as the best pussy eater on campus, man or woman. Even the straightest fraternity brother would turn to jelly once my tongue was deep in his ass. I must have fucked or been fucked by every one of my brothers at one time or another, even though half of them would pretend it was just because they'd been drinking.

"I think last night was a little too wild for me," Gordon said dryly. He picked up his burger, took a sniff, then threw it back on his plate.

I sighed. "Well, I hope you're still having fun. I know you're a good student, but college should be fun, too. A chance to explore."

He shrugged. "I guess."

I guess. Dammit, this boy was like a steel trap. He was always more of a shy kid, but at least when he lived at home, I felt like I knew what was going on in his life. Now, in college, he seemed so far away. I couldn't shake the feeling he was keeping something from me, but I couldn't for the life of me get him to open up about it.

"Hey," I said suddenly. "Why don't we go back to the house and get a workout in, just the two of us?"

Gordon frowned. "You want to work out when I'm this hungover?"

"There's no better cure than pumping some iron," I said. "Come on--what do you say?"

He rubbed his forehead. "I think I'll pass. I'm just gonna take a nap, if that's okay?"

I nodded, suppressing my disappointment. "Sure, son. Let's get you home."

I walked him back to his room, closing the door behind him as he tumbled into bed. I headed downstairs to the living room, where a few of the brothers were lounging on the couch, watching TV.

"Y'all still got a gym in the basement?" I asked.

The Latino boy (I think his name was José) nodded toward the basement door. "Yep," he said, not looking up.

I shook my head. "Whatever happened to respecting your elders?" I said to myself as I walked downstairs.

I could hear the sound of iron pumping as I descended the stairs. When I got to the bottom, I saw two shirtless jock boys on the bench press. They were both short and muscular--one black, the other pale and ginger. Clearly wrestlers if I could put money on it.

"Mind if I work in with you boys?" I asked.

They looked at me, then each other.

"Sure," said the ginger one.

"I don't think I properly introduced myself." I put my hand out. "I'm Randy."

The ginger boy swallowed. "George. This is Nate."

The black wrestler nodded. "You, uh, you need a spot?"

I grinned. God, these jock boys were like shooting fish in a barrel.

While they fought over who would get the privilege of spotting me, I loaded up the bench press with a bit more weight and took my place on the bench. The black wrestler, Nate, ended up winning out, so it was his cute little shorts I got to look up while I lifted. I pumped out a quick set just to warm up, enjoying the strain in my muscles and the sweat on my brow. I'm a bit of a grunter when I lift, so I'm sure I was quite a sight for the two boys as they watched a real man work out.

"Fuck, that's a ton of weight," murmured George.

"Awesome, man," said Nate.

I set the weight back on the bar with a big clank. When I looked up, there was a tent in Nate's shorts.

"Well, what's this?"

His hands flew to his crotch as he hurriedly covered himself.

I batted his hand away and grabbed the end of his cock through his shorts. "No need to hide it," I said, giving it a good squeeze and making the young man moan. "Why don't I help you release some tension?"

The two wrestlers shared a look. I flashed the ginger one a grin and grabbed my own growing cock through my shorts. "I could use a little help too, if you don't mind."

Whatever resistance there had been dissolved immediately. George dropped to his knees in front of me, pulling my cock out of my waistband and taking it into his mouth like a starving man. I slipped Nate's fat cock out of his underwear and through the leg of his shorts, letting it dangle so deliciously in front of my face.

"Fuck, that's yummy," I groaned, then slipped the boy's cock in my mouth.

For the next few minutes the room was filled with the sound of groaning, slurping, and the occasional "Oh, FUCK yeah." It had been a minute since I'd sucked a dick as thick and beautiful as Nate's, and George worked my cock so deep in his pretty little throat I thought I might bust right away.

I was in the mood to fuck some jock pussy, though, so after a few minutes of this I pulled the ginger boy's head off my cock and got to my feet.

"I need to fuck," I said, kicking off my shorts and giving my cock a good tug. "The only question is, who's first?"

Two minutes of squabbling later, I was balls deep inside of Nate, pounding the shit out of those fuzzy, ebony cheeks. I had my arm hooked around George, pinning the boy's nose deep in my armpit. His eyes fluttered as he inhaled my scent, his hand flying as he furiously rubbed his cock.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on the feeling of this hot, young jock wrapped around my cock. Damn, I forgot how much I missed college. The sweat, testosterone, fucking musk of living with a bunch of dudes and fucking whoever you wanted. And the jock pussy--so much fucking wet, tight, hairy jock pussy. This was what I wanted for Gordon, to live freely and make the most of his youth, but as far as I knew, the boy was a virgin.

"It's my turn," George whined.

Nate reached back and pulled me deeper inside him. "Fuck that, this feels too good to stop... oh, deeper, sir..."

I laughed, then gently released his grip on me. "Fair's fair," I said, bending the short ginger wrestler over the bench and sliding my cockhead past his tight ring. I grabbed him by the shoulder and worked my way deeper inside him, emboldened by the little moans and whimpers emanating from him.

"UGH," he squealed, his freckled cheeks growing flush. "You're so fucking big..."

A bit of movement in the corner of the room caught my eye. But when I turned to look at the staircase, no one was there. That's funny--I could have sworn I'd seen someone...

"Fuck me, PLEASE!" George thrust his ass up in the air, pushing back to meet my thrusts. I grabbed his little waist and went to town on his ass, and soon my mind was filled with nothing but the need to breed.

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GORDON

Holy fucking shit.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

I raced up the stairs to the ground floor, trying to come to terms with the fact that I'd just spotted my dad fucking two more of my fraternity brothers. I'd never even considered that any of my brothers might be into guys, and now Dad had bedded at least three of them!

And the sounds they were making. The fucking sounds! Wet, squelching noises; nuts slapping against each other; George and Nate, whimpering like little bitches...

The living room was empty when I got there, so I plopped down onto the futon and tried to absorb what had just happened. But before I could really let it sink in, Aldis walked in.

"Have you seen George and Nate?" he asked.

I considered telling him for a moment but shook my head.

He sighed. "Damn. They skipped out on cleaning duty. I think they might be working out. Fucking assholes, I'm gonna ream them out..."

Before he could head for the staircase, I stood and called out, "Wait!"

He turned and looked at me, eyebrow raised. "What's up?"

I looked around but didn't see anyone. "I wanted to tell you... I didn't tell my dad anything."

He shrugged. "Okay. About what?"

I blushed. "You know..."

He said nothing. I shook my head. "Never mind."

"All right," he said. But before he could turn to leave, I called out, "Actually, I wanted to ask you. Do you think the other guys would be... you know..."

He stared at me blankly. "What?"

I lowered my voice. "I mean, I just think they might be... more cool with the gay stuff than we think."

He frowned. "I don't know what you're talking about."

I bit my lip. "Well, you know... like, us--"

"We're fraternity brothers," he said coldly. "That's it. If you wanna do gay stuff, that's your business, but don't make it everyone else's." He raised his eyebrows. "We clear?"

I nodded, my stomach sinking. "Sure," I said weakly.

As he turned to leave, I said, "I think I saw George and Nate by the quad earlier. They'll probably be back soon, and you can chew them out then."

He sighed. "Fucking dickheads." He turned and headed back upstairs, thankfully away from the fuckfest that was probably still going on downstairs.

I sat back down on the futon, rubbing my face and trying to get the image of my dad fucking out of my head.

That night was a lot chiller than the night before, with most of the guys still tired or hungover from the epic party on Friday. Everyone was pretty much just lounging around the house, playing foosball or watching TV in the living room. The only one who didn't seem hungover was Dad, who was busy regaling my fraternity brothers with stories of his time at Gamma Alpha Upsilon.

"This one weekend, we threw a party so wild that the campus security showed up, got wasted, and ended up streaking across the quad," he said, taking a swig of his beer. "The best part? One of those guys was my roommate's dad."

The room erupted in laughter, a few of the guys pounding the table in appreciation.

"No way." Nate shook his head, still grinning. "You're telling me your roommate had to wake up the next morning knowing his dad flashed half the campus?"

Dad sighed. "Had to transfer schools. Poor guy never recovered."

The frat brothers howled.

"Holy shit," said Aldis. "We gotta step up our game."

"I don't know. I mean, last night was pretty dope," said Ju-wan.

"Yeah, for you," said José. "You got laid."

The boys hooted and hollered. "I'm not the only one who got laid," said Ju-wan. "I heard some pretty interesting noises coming from David's room last night."

David, who had been kicking Nate's ass at foosball, looked up with wide eyes. "W-what?"

"Ugh, fuck me, put it in me, you're so big!" whined Ju-wan. "Whatever girl you were fucking is loud as fuck, dude."

David scratched the back of his head, blushing. "Yeah... well, what can I say?"

Christian leaned forward, resting a hand on my dad's knee. "Dude, we need to make you an honorary brother or something."

Nate nodded. "Seriously. You're the best thing to happen to this frat since Ju-wan started giving us his Adderall."

Ju-wan threw his hands up in the air. "Dude, what the fuck?"

Dad chuckled. "I appreciate that. I gotta say, boys, I'm flattered--but what I'd really love is a tour of the place." He nudged me. "Sourpuss here hasn't even given his old man a tour yet."

Like a pack of dogs spotting a steak, half the room jumped up at once.

"I'll show you the basement--we got a full gym and everything down there," said David.

"Nobody cares about that musty old basement, and besides, he's seen it," said George. "Upstairs is where the real action is."

"You have to come see the backyard setup," said Christian, jumping up beside him. "It's a lot bigger than you think."

Dad held up his hands in mock surrender. "One at a time, boys."

Aldis smirked from his spot near the kitchen. "Everything's a competition in this house."

José, who had stayed quiet through most of this exchange, finally pushed himself off the couch and stretched, his muscular shoulders flexing as he yawned. "Alright, y'all can chill. I got this."

The room groaned in disappointment, but no one really argued. José had that effortless cool that made it hard to challenge him. He jerked his head toward my dad. "C'mon, old man. Let me show you how much this place has--or hasn't--changed."

Randy chuckled, setting down his drink. "Lead the way, kid."

I watched them disappear down the hall, my stomach in knots. The rest of the guys got back into foosball and some dumb 2000s comedy that was playing on TV, but I was too busy imagining what my father was getting up to with José.

Would he fuck him too? Take him into some back room on the pretense of "checking out the crown molding," only to get the boy's clothes off the second the door was locked? I could practically see José bent over, his face smushed into the wall as Dad slipped inside him and got his nut off in yet another college jock pussy. Everything was so easy for him. There was no shame, no lack of confidence, no pitiful crush on a guy who wanted fuck-all to do with him.

Even now, Aldis was paying me literally zero attention. He could have at least sat next to me and struck up a conversation. No one would know it was anything more than two fraternity brothers chatting. But he was on the literal opposite end of the room, scrolling his phone and confirming my dreaded suspicion that nothing would ever happen between the two of us.

When my Dad and José reemerged about thirty minutes later, I noticed Dad subtly zipping his fly. José was walking with a slight limp, his face stretched in a dazed smile. He collapsed on the futon next to me, reeking of sex and cum. "Dude, your dad rocks," he said dreamily.

Dad put his hand on my shoulder. "What do you say we go out and grab a bite to eat, huh, son?"

I shrugged his hand off. "I'm not hungry," I said, sounding more like a whiny kid than I wanted to. "I think I'm just gonna go to bed."

Dad's face fell. "But--"

"Goodnight."

I went upstairs and crawled into bed. I guess I was more tired than I thought because I fell asleep right away. I don't remember anything from my dream except for the sound of knocking, loud and persistent. It was so loud that I felt like it was surrounding me, bearing down on me.

Then, suddenly I was awake, the room pitch-black and stifling. I sat up and blinked. It took me a second to realize that the knocking sound hadn't gone away--in fact, it was louder than ever.

"Mmmm..."

I looked over to Ju-won's bed, where I could just barely make out two shapes writhing underneath the blanket. Did he have another girl over? Where was my father?

"Fuck yeah... spread that jock pussy for me."

I felt a cold sweat break out as I recognized the sound of that voice. Was that... was my dad fucking my roommate?

"Ungh... fuck, it feels so good, sir..."

"Shhhh," my dad whispered. "I don't want to wake my son."

Ju-won let out a low whine. The bed rocked back and forth, pounding against the wall as my father humped the lean, muscular Korean boy who as far as I knew had never had so much as an inkling of homosexual attraction. Ju-wan's ass was high in the air, pushing back greedily against my father's every thrust. I put my pillow over my head, fruitlessly trying to block out the sounds of Dad sodomizing my roommate.

"Daddy... fuck me..."

"Shhh... squeeze that jock pussy... good boy..."

BANG. BANG. BANG.

The bed thumped against the wall in a hypnotic rhythm, punctuated only by Ju-wan's whines and endless pleading for my father to fuck him harder, deeper, faster. He was so loud I was surprised he didn't wake up half the fraternity. I'd always been incredibly careful not to make a sound when Aldis was fucking me, too afraid of getting caught. Why didn't anyone else seem to care?

I must have fallen back asleep because when I opened my eyes, it was daytime. I didn't know how long I listened to Dad fucking Ju-won--thirty minutes? An hour? Between the drunken party on Friday and the horror show of the last 24 hours, this weekend was starting to blur together.

I found Dad downstairs in the kitchen, pouring himself a coffee.

"Son, we need to talk."

I rubbed my eyes, still tired from lack of sleep. "About what?"

"I want you to talk to me." His voice was serious. "Something's going on, and I'm worried about you."

I snorted. "Really? You're worried about me? Doesn't seem like you're concerned about me at all."

"What does that mean?"

I scoffed. "What do you think, Dad? Why could I possibly be upset right now?"

He frowned. "Just come out with it, dammit. Talk straight to me like a man."

I gritted my teeth. "How do you think it'll be for me after you leave knowing you fucked half the frat? And my roommate, no less!"

He at least had the decency to blush. "Oh, that. We... we're just having fun."

"Well, I'm not having fun," I said, my face growing red with anger. "How can you just fuck all my frat brothers like that? And doing it out in the open, flaunting it around? Who do you think you are?"

I was getting angrier and angrier. I had never spoken to my dad like this before, but I couldn't hold back.

Dad just rolled his eyes. "Lighten up, son! It's college, everyone fucks around."

"No, they don't," I said angrily. "They go to class and they keep their heads down and they graduate and then they move to a big city where they can finally be themselves."

His face fell. "Oh, Gordon. Is that what this is about?"

I turned away from him. "No. Yes. I don't know."

He put his arm around me. "You don't have anything to be ashamed of, son. I hope I never raised you to think any differently."

I sighed. "You didn't. I just... It's different here. Frat guys... they're not like they were in your days. Everybody's so uptight and judgmental, and if you show any weakness, they rag on you..."

Dad chuckled. "Pretty sure you have enough dirt on these guys to last a lifetime." He nudged me. "Seriously, son. Why can't you live an honest life, everyone else be damned? Life's too short to hold it all in for everyone else's sake."

I frowned. He rubbed my shoulder, then rested my head against his chest. "What if... what if I tell the truth and... it doesn't work out?"

He gave me a kiss on the head. "Then you'll be okay. I know you will."

I let out a deep breath. Then I saw the clock on the wall.

"Shit," I said, wrenching free from my dad. "I forgot I have lacrosse practice at 11. It's only an hour--"

"Go," said Dad. "I'll be fine till you get back."

I smiled. "Thanks for the talk, Dad."

I raced over to the field, my head spinning with thoughts after my conversation with Dad. Would I really tell Aldis how I felt about him? Confess that I wanted to be more than a hidden fling? What would I even say?

I spent the entirety of practice working it over in my head, imagining his response and steeling myself for rejection. By the time practice was done, I was covered in sweat and full of resolve. I would talk to Aldis and tell him the honest truth.

The house was mostly empty when I got home. I headed for the stairs, my hands shaking as I ascended toward Aldis's room. I stood outside his door for a moment, took a deep breath to collect myself, then opened the door.

"Aldis, I need to talk to--"

I stopped in my tracks. My father was lying back against the bed, resting on his elbows, his flannel shirt open to reveal his hairy chest and treasure trail. His head was hung back, eyes closed, mouth open in ecstasy. He was naked from the waist down, his cock buried deep in Aldis' throat.

The big, tall, hunky black man who had fucked me so many times was on his knees in front of him, bobbing up and down on Dad's cock. His hands roamed over my father's torso, feeling his muscles as he worked Dad's cock with his throat.

"Fuck, you got a mouth on you, boy," Dad moaned.

He opened his eyes and jumped a little when he noticed me.

"Jesus, son. You scared the hell out of me."

Aldis was about to pull off Dad's dick, but Dad put his hand on the back of his head and pushed him back down. "No, keep it in your mouth, baby."

He gave me a sheepish grin. "Dad's kind of busy right now, son. Why don't you come back later?"

I stared at the two of them, mouth agape. Aldis was sucking my father so hungrily, his mouth slurping loudly as he swallowed my father to the root.

Dad chuckled. "What, haven't you seen a BJ before?"

I shook myself out of my stupor. "S-sorry. I'll... see you later."

I opened the door to see José standing there, his hand raised about to knock.

"Oh, sorry, man," he said. "Is Aldis--"

He looked behind me to see Aldis on his knees, blowing my dad. "Holy shit."

Dad grinned and waved him in. "Come on in, stud." He nodded at his cock. "I could use another sweet mouth on my cock."

José flashed me a cheesy grin, then pushed past me into the room. He stripped off his shirt and got to his knees next to Aldis, running his tongue along the underside of my dad's cock.

For a moment, I watched in shock as the two of them kissed and sucked my dad's dick. These two guys, both so masculine, so full of bravado, now on their knees and working my dad's cock like the sluttiest Delta Pi girl.

I quickly came to my senses and turned away, closing the door behind me. I walked in a stupor back to my room, sinking down onto my bed as I tried to come to terms with what I'd seen.

So much for telling Aldis how I felt. My chest hurt with disappointment, but I suppose it was my fault for not telling Dad that Aldis was the guy I was crushing on. I knew he was a bit of a magnet for jock pussy. I should have known sooner or later he'd get to Aldis.

Still, I felt a sense of relief at having that chapter of my life closed. Aldis was hot, and I loved getting fucked by him, but there were plenty of other guys out there. Dad was right--I would be okay.

Seems like he was right about a lot of things.

"I'll miss you, son."

We were standing in the living room, Dad's bags packed and sitting by the door.

"I'll miss you too, Dad."

He put his arm on my shoulder. "I hope you take what I said to heart. You've got a lot going for you, kid. Don't let anything keep you from living your truth."

He wrapped me in another big bear hug, but this time, I didn't feel worried about my frat brothers seeing.

The mood in here was like a funeral. All of the guys were gathered around to say goodbye, their faces sullen and moody.

"When are you coming back?" asked Christian, his thin mustache curling down into a pout.

"I suppose that's up to Gordon," said my dad, shooting me a look.

"I'd love to have you back whenever," I said, surprised at how much I meant it.

"What about next month?" asked Nate.

"Or next weekend?" said George. "There's that party with Phi Kappa Tau, and we could really use your help."

Dad chuckled. "Don't worry, boys. I'll be back soon, I promise."

David walked up to my dad and wrapped him in a big, hairy hug. "You better."

Ju-wan jumped off the couch and wrapped his arms around Dad and David. "You promise?"

Dad laughed. "I promise."

"Really?"

"You better!"

"Don't go..."

The guys all joined in on the hug, burying my dad in a big, sweaty pile of jock musk. I could just make out Dad's grin from the middle of the pile. Then his mouth curled into an O, eyes fluttering as David's lips were on his neck. A shirt went flying off, then another. The sound of moaning and kissing pervaded the room as the guys began kicking off their shorts one after the other until they were a writhing mass of sweaty, muscular, hairy limbs.

I sat back on the couch, reaching for my growing cock as I watched these jocks strip down to their underwear. Boys in briefs, boxers, and jockstraps rubbing each other, hands squeezing cocks, thick, hairy bushes peeking out of waistbands. I could see my father in the middle, his flannel being yanked over his head and his pants pulled to the ground. Then moaning as someone got on their knees and started blowing him--was that George or Nate?

Pretty soon, there was a pile of sweaty jock underwear on the floor, everyone was naked, and the smell of sweat and musk was stronger than ever. Christian was on his knees blowing José, who was gripping the sides of his head and aggressively facefucking him. The gymnast looked so submissive, grabbing the Latino boy's muscular ass cheeks to pull him deeper into his throat as he gagged on his cock.

David was bent over the couch, thrusting back onto Aldis' cock as my father railed the sexy black Tight End from behind. God, who knew such a tall and burly Italian could turn into such a whimpering bitch for a big dick? Aldis looked hot as fuck in the middle of the train, ramming his cock into David before sliding back onto my father's cock. My father pulled his head back and started kissing him, swapping spit with my would-be boyfriend.

George and Nate were laying on the ground, each one sucking on the other's cock in a passionate 69. They were like Yin and Yang, two horny wrestlers devouring each other in a frenzy of horny jock lust.

For a moment, I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of grunting, moaning, and slurping. Was this what it had been like when my father went here? God, what a time that must have been. He was right--college was a time to explore and have fun. I might not have a boyfriend, but at least I could do that right.

Suddenly I felt a warm wetness envelop my cock. I opened my eyes to see Ju-wan on his knees in front of me, his lips wrapped around the head of my dick. I grabbed his silky black hair and pulled him down onto my cock until his nose was buried deep in my curly blond pubes.

He gagged for a moment, then grabbed my cock and pulled it out of his mouth. "Fuck, you taste just like your dad," he said, giving the tip a lick.

I smirked, then leaned my head back and closed my eyes as he dove back onto my cock.

Fuck yeah I did.