Rush Week Invitation
The first day back on campus after Christmas break felt strangely normal. Jack and Tyler hauled their suitcases up the three flights of stairs to their old room. The new mattress the floor had bought them was already waiting, but the faint smell of old cum still clung to the walls like a welcome-home perfume. Nate, Liam, Connor, and the rest of the eight floormates were waiting in the common lounge with knowing grins and cold beers.
“Welcome back, mascot!” Nate teased, pulling Jack into a tight hug that quickly turned into a sloppy kiss. Within minutes Jack was on his knees in the middle of the lounge, happily sucking off three of his floormates in quick succession while Tyler leaned against the wall stroking himself and watching with a proud little smirk. A few quick “welcome home” loads later and the boys were laughing and clapping Jack on the back like nothing had changed.
That evening, just as Jack was folding his clothes into the dresser, there was a firm knock at the door.
Brock stood in the hallway in a tight Delta Sigma Tau hoodie, flanked by two other massive senior brothers---both of them linemen Jack vaguely remembered from the locker room. Brock’s eyes immediately dropped to Jack’s smooth legs and the tiny shorts that barely covered anything.
“Missed you, cutie,” Brock rumbled, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation. “The whole house missed you. We’ve been talking about how you helped us celebrate after the game… and how you took care of the entire dorm too.” He grinned. “Fraternity wants to properly thank you. Both of you. Special rush invitation. Tonight. Pre-rush party at the house. Just the actives---twelve, maybe fifteen guys. Nothing too crazy.”
Tyler raised an eyebrow, already half-hard. “We in?”
Brock clapped him on the shoulder. “You’re the mascot’s keeper now. Of course you’re in.”
The frat house was loud and warm when they arrived. Bass thumped from the living room, and the dozen or so senior brothers were already drinking and laughing. At first it stayed relatively tame---beers, small talk, a few hands casually brushing Jack’s ass or thigh as he moved through the crowd. But the energy shifted the moment Brock sat down on the big leather couch and patted his lap.
“C’mere, mascot.”
Jack smiled that soft, sweet, innocent smile and climbed right into Brock’s lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. Within seconds his tiny white shorts were yanked down around his ankles, and Brock’s thick, heavy cock was pushing into him raw. The blond freshman let out a quiet, breathy moan as he sank down, taking every inch until his smooth ass was flush against Brock’s lap. His big blue puppy-dog eyes fluttered, lips parted in that same dazed, wondrous expression he always wore when he was getting fucked.
The brothers didn’t waste any time.
They took turns with him right there on the big sectional couch, passing the sweet little freshman around like a shared toy. One senior after another pulled Jack onto their cock, sliding into his tight, cum-slick hole while the others watched, stroked themselves, or fed their dicks into his pretty mouth. Jack moved between them willingly, moaning softly every time a new cock pushed inside him. His smooth, pale body glistened with sweat, his own enormous cock bouncing and leaking steadily as he was bounced on lap after lap.
Tyler stayed close the entire time.
He kept one hand on Jack’s hip or thigh, sometimes holding the blond’s legs open so the others could watch their cocks disappearing into that perfect little hole. Other times Tyler fed his own dick into Jack’s mouth, letting the freshman suckle on it while another brother railed him from behind. Jack’s sweet, breathy whimpers never stopped — soft little sounds that only seemed to make the brothers fuck him harder.
The room was filled with the wet, filthy sounds of skin on skin, heavy breathing, and the occasional low groan from one of the seniors when Jack’s hole clenched around them. Cum from earlier loads was already leaking out of him, making every thrust slick and messy. One brother after another pumped fresh loads deep inside the blond, only to pull out and watch the next one take their place.
Jack’s soft moans and dazed little smiles never faded. Even as he was passed from cock to cock, even as his hole was stretched and used and filled again and again, he still looked up at them with those big, innocent blue eyes like he was grateful to be there.
But the real welcome happened downstairs in the finished basement.
The brothers led Jack and Tyler down the stairs. A sturdy padded bench had already been set up under bright lights. Jack was gently laid on his back. Brock went first, sliding back into Jack’s ass with a satisfied groan. Two other seniors stepped up on either side---one feeding his cock into Jack’s mouth, the other waiting his turn.
Then the train began.
Every active brother took his turn. Jack was fucked steadily, relentlessly, one thick cock after another pumping into his hole while the rest of the frat stood around stroking and cheering. Tyler stayed right beside him the whole time, whispering encouragement and occasionally sliding in alongside whichever brother was currently using Jack’s ass.
The climax came when Brock and one of the massive linemen stepped up together. Brock and the lineman lifted Jack’s legs high and pushed in at the same time---two thick cocks stretching Jack’s hole wide open in a brutal double penetration. At the same moment the wide receiver shoved his long cock down Jack’s throat. Jack’s eyes watered but stayed soft and wondrous, moaning sweetly around the cock in his mouth as the three seniors fucked him in perfect rhythm.
The rest of the brothers cheered and filmed on their phones, fully intending to add tonight's activities to the locker-room videos that had blown up across campus. Load after load was pumped into Jack’s guts and down his throat until his belly looked softly rounded and thick white cum poured from both his holes every time a cock pulled free.
When the last senior finally stepped back, Jack lay on the bench a complete, glistening wreck---face glazed, chest painted, ass gaping and leaking a steady river of cum onto the padded surface.
Brock leaned down, wiped a thick strand of cum from Jack’s cheek with his thumb, and smiled.
“You’re officially ours now, mascot,” he said, voice low and satisfied. “Rules start next week.”
Jack blinked up at him with those big, soft, innocent blue eyes, cum still dripping from his chin, and gave the senior the sweetest little smile.
“I can’t wait,” he whispered breathily.
Tyler helped his roommate up, cum running down Jack’s thighs, and the two of them leaned on each other as they followed the cheering brothers back upstairs.
The spring semester was off to a great start. Jack was officially the Delta Sigma Tau House Mascot now---and the real rules were only just beginning.
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