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White Lies Lead to Lying in White

Freebies Vol. 66: Dress to Impress Edition!

By Danath

Prompt by Vishki

Feat. Havoc © H_Raptor

"All right, settle down! Listen up!"

Havoc found himself squeezed between two large, muscular orcas, each wearing sleeveless t-shirts to show off their impressive arms and chests, plus backwards baseball caps. The couch was barely large enough for the three of them, but the rest of the spacious living room similarly lacked much in the way of free space.

Other members of the Pi Omicron Delta fraternity jostled with each other, some standing, some sitting on furniture, as attention gradually focused on the person shouting for quiet near the front doors.

"Okay, listen up! Sooner we get through this, the sooner our weekend starts!"

That got the attention of everyone. Most of the members of POD were orcas. In fact, all of the members, except for one, currently acting as the filling in a jock-orca sandwich as he struggled to listen.

"Okay, first things. School's been in session for a month and academically things are... well, not great, but c'mon guys, do your homework alright?"

Havoc tried to lean forward but the couch, having suffered years of abuse in the fraternity, sagged greatly in the middle, so that as the speaker continued, the red dinosaur lost sight of him entirely. On his left, the orca's side squeezed into his face, while the other side was pinched by a meaty shoulder. Havoc tried to wriggle forward a little, but the sagging meant he was pinned in place.

"Also, the bathrooms are for everyone, dudes, so let's not leave them gross, right? You're going to be cleaning them eventually too."

Havoc was not small. Well, he was a little short, but he was built strong. Like the other orcas, he liked to wear light clothing - sleeveless t-shirts, gym shorts, sunglasses and the like. Only small in comparison to the generally taller and bulkier orcas that made up the population of POD, Havoc stood out as the only non-orca as well. It wasn't for lack of accepting other applicants, it was just nobody ever did apply that wasn't an orca. Most of the colleges featured species-specific and non-specific frats.

Havoc squirmed, trying not to pop a boner as the muscular orcas on either side of him settled into place, squeezing his hips and sides so hard he could feel their heartbeats and the heat of their skin on his own.

"Okay, and last thing guys before we break for our first long weekend is... hey, where's Havoc? Brad? Jo? Denis? Mark? Phil? Anthony? Anyone seen Havoc?"

Havoc kicked his legs a bit and managed to get a few inches of breathing room.

"Right here!" he called out.

"Oh, hey," Mark said, the orca on his right.

"Found him!" Brad said, the orca on his left.

"Okay, Havoc, he's the only one here that's not an orca, so make sure you say hello and all that, hopefully your first month is going great and okay guys we'll see youlateronMondayandon'tforgetyourhomewo--"

Despite trying to speed up his delivery, Terry couldn't finish his speech before a mass exodus of black and white bodies stampeded towards the door. Havoc thought he'd be able to get up and move then, but Brad and Mark both stayed seated, along with six or so other fraternity members.

Terry re-directed his attention to those that remained.

"Alright, guys, we'll head out in the AM, make sure you have your tickets for the show and don't forget them like last time," the orca said, staring pointedly at Phil the entire time.

Phil shrugged and produced a can of beer from somewhere, cracked it open, and drank most of it.

Havoc wriggled harder and managed to squeeze free from Mark and Brad, who each now carried a can of beer as well. The start of the weekend flipped a switch somewhere, because suddenly the eight orcas remaining all carried a can or two or, in Mark's case, three.

The red dinosaur tugged his shirt straight, though the neckline was stretched enough now that the shirt revealed the blotchy spots forming a black stripe up his backside, ending just below the crown of his skull, down to below his shoulder blades. Despite that, he was still showing off less flesh than some of the other frat brothers present.

"Havoc! Dude, this show is going to be epic," Terry said, clapping a large white palm down on the red dinosaur's shoulder. "Your cousin is a genius for getting us backstage."

Havoc grinned and shrugged. "Hey, just my way of saying thanks!"

Terry nodded. "So, how you liking being an Omicron?"

Havoc tried not to blurt out the first thing that came to mind: that the frat's rep as having the beefiest, most muscular, bro-iest bros on the planet was true, and that he was usually trying not to spring wood 24/7. Instead,

"Oh, it's great. Everyone's been awesome."

"Great, dude!"

"Hey, by the way, my cousin also sent these."

A lie, but a small one.

"They're special workout shorts. Underwear. Really high-tech, like, wicking away sweat and all that. He sent a whole box, so there's enough for everyone."

Another lie, slightly bigger, but they did wick away sweat.

Terry's face lit up.

"Dude! Your cousin strikes again!"

Havoc grinned. "He said to try them on and if they're the wrong size, we can send them back to get different ones."

The lies grew, but it was for a good cause.

Terry helped him distribute a pair of the black, stretchy underwear to each of the eight remaining orcas. Everyone went off to put a pair on, except for Havoc, who stayed in the main room, waiting on the couch.

At first, nothing really seemed different. Everyone agreed the fit was good (Mark: "I like how it hugs my balls, dude") and there was no need for exchanges, and that if Havoc's cousin ever came to town, they'd definitely party with him, like hard, dude.

After some time passed, no more than fifteen minutes, a strange group reaction whispered its way from couch to chair to other couch. The orca brothers started shifting their thighs, tugging at their shirts, squirming in their seats. Mark openly rearranged his package, shifting the heft of a meaty chub from the left to the right, then sliding his palm around his plums to sort the whole shebang out. Havoc watched with interest, trying not to get too excited. Were they working?

The muscular red dinosaur steadied his tail, trying not to tremble with anticipation, despite the obvious growing arousal of the assembled orcas. Soon bulges pressed outwards, lewd and fat, on all eight males, Terry included, who was still trying to keep up a conversation with Havoc about the true meaning of being a good bro, bro.

"I mean, it's like, you're not an orca, right?" Terry said, swinging a can of beer towards Havoc with one hand while adjusting the contour of the flexing shaft stretching outwards against his gym shorts. "But you're here, hanging out, learning the orca lifestyle and all that, and I think that's great, dude, it's just great."

Several times Terry's eyes darted downwards as he spoke. Havoc knew that look well - he'd seen every brother in the frat employ it on every person of interest that came their way, gay or straight among them. Terry was checking him out. The dinosaur blushed, scales tinting slightly more red around his eyes and mouth.

"Dang, these shorts feel... nnnff... good," Mark moaned, his voice carrying across the room.

The other orcas greeted his statement in the affirmative, a chorus of hazy, lustful voices. Havoc looked around the room. Every thick, powerful orca leaned back, legs spread, sprawling across their chosen furniture, fully aroused and shivering with need. Mark took to the shorts especially well: a trickle of clear pre-cum drooled through the fabric of both underwear and gym shorts, staining the fabric a darker shade of black.

None of the orcas actually touched themselves, though. Which was exactly how it was supposed to work.

"Dang... I really need to get off," Phil said. "I don't wanna be blue balled at the concert tomorrow."

"Ugh, yeah, dude," Anthony chimed in. Probably one of the largest orcas in the frat, Anthony was a senior and played on the school's hockey team. His fat length stretched out and down, pointed towards the floor, wrapping right over the cushion of the couch. A steady stream of pre-cum soaked through his shorts and ran down the smooth flesh of his two-toned calf, over the ball of muscle that grew and shrank with the tapping of his foot.

Soon all eight orcas joined in, complaining of their need. Havoc stayed quiet, a mischievous smile on his face and a growing arousal in his own shorts. His large claws tapped the floor impatiently as he waited for the right moment to chime in, knowing the need would build up to the point they wouldn't want to refuse him.

Terry leaned forward, blue eyes half-lidded over, and reached down to tug at his shorts, trying to adjust himself as his thickness pressed outwards, fat and hard, flexing visibly as it stretched the fabric in and out. Havoc, close enough to smell the orca's arousal, tried not to get too close. Yet.

"Dude, these shorts are great," Terry gasped. A surge of pre-cum forced its way through the fabric, spilling out and around, drizzling into the orca's lap. "They feel real comfortable... nnfff..."

Havoc decided it was time. Taking one last glance around, he took stock. The center of the room was open, save for a small coffee table made of wood. It was the strongest coffee table known to the world to have survived in POD for so long. The dinosaur shivered as he stood up and turned around in a circle.

The eight orcas paid him no mind, each fully absorbed now in just leaning back and groaning, edging involuntarily thanks to the special shorts. They all shared a few distinguishing characteristics: white chests, black sides and backs, dorsal fins, and bifurcated tails. And, of course, muscle. But there were differences too, and Havoc took his time taking it all in because, if things went according to plan, he wouldn't be seeing much in the very near future.

Mark took first in the dudebro contest. Big shoulders, lean legs, and a thick cock. He wasn't much of a thinker, but he was always friendly. Phil, his best friend, had a similar build, since they did pretty much everything together. Terry was large and in charge, rippling from head to toe. A senior on the football team, he stood almost two feet taller than Havoc. Anthony was just big big big, but also very friendly.

The dino didn't know much about the other four - Brad, Brett, Craig, and Jonesy, as he was called - but he'd seen them around the frat and they were the other brothers interested in the concert tickets. And all four were muscular, fit specimens of orca-ness dressed in various pieces of gym clothes. Very wet, soaked gym clothes now.

"Hey, guys, this might be a little weird, but you all know I kinda swing for the other team anyways, so if you really need it, maybe I can, you know..."

Eyes lit up around the room. Havoc may as well have said they'd all gotten straight A's and were graduating cum laude.

"Dude, you are a frickin' lifesaver, bro," Terry said, the first one to launch himself towards the dinosaur. He peeled off his shirt and shorts, but didn't make any attempt to remove the underwear stretching and squeezing and wrapping around his aching erection. None of the brothers tried to take the underwear off, in fact, though in a matter of moments all eight moved to the center of the room, lust eliminating any potential hesitation.

Black arms and white palms, smooth and supple to the touch, reached out for Havoc as he backed up onto the coffee table, kneeling in the center of it. Being shorter than the big males, the table gave him the lift to get at the right height for the good part.

Terry's hips pressed forward. The orca's eyes stared down at the handsome, muscular red dinosaur, and he bit his lower lip, doing everything but begging out loud. His cock pointed upwards, stretching the waistband of the underwear. Thick rolls of pre-cum pulsed right through the fabric, which pulled so tight Havoc could see the major veins wrapping around the orca's maleness.

The dinosaur leaned forward, moaning as the warm slab of orca-meat pressed into the front of his muzzle, squeezing his lips and nostrils, wrapping over to the bridge of his muzzle. He reached out, clawed hands grasping at Terry's thighs, feeling the flexing muscles twitch against his palm.

Another warmth pressed against the back of his head, and two more to either said of his face. All eight orcas stood around him, hips shifting and thrusting into his chest and back, smearing him with their incredible quantities of collective pre-cum. Their arms linked over each others shoulders, blocking out the light as Havoc let out a moan of his own. He was rock hard in his shorts, his heavy black sac taut with arousal and his shaft stiff. He was big for his size, but compared to the muscular bros surrounding him, moaning at him, thrusting at him... it wasn't too close.

Havoc's fingers gripped the waistband of Terry's shorts. It seemed fitting to give the frat prez the first go. He'd barely gotten the shorts around the orca's huge tip before Terry's hands descended. Havoc tucked his lips around the sharp edges of his many teeth as the orca's hips pumped forward, burying his length to the hilt, grinding Havoc's face into his smooth white belly.

Terry cried out as Havoc managed to reach over to the orcas on either side of the leader, unsure who they were at this point. His fingers tugged their shorts down, releasing their pent-up arousals. Their eagerness saw them wildly thrusting into his palms, grinding their lengths along his face, anything to stimulate their aching need for release.

Havoc's throat swallowed reflexively as Terry pulled out, then pumped back in, again and again. The red dinosaur's shirt soon dripped with precum, front and back. Beads of jizz rolled down his bare skin, soaking into his shorts. He could feel a weight on his head and realized one of the orcas behind him was dribbling what felt like cups at a time down the back of his neck, then smearing it everywhere with his heavy balls.

The raptor was in heaven.

Terry was in heaven.

The two orcas pounding away at his hands - Mark and Phil, it turned out - were in heaven.

And there were still five more to go.

Havoc's eyes closed as he felt the warm ropes of seed splatter across his face and muzzle. One, two, three, four... again and again Mark and Phil came, painting the red scales white. They weren't half-done before Havoc, still gurgling on Terry's thickness, released their cocks and tugged their underwear back up, leading to a series of intense groans and moans as their overstimulated erections continued to shoot loads of seed through the fabric in a lewd, ongoing display of virility.

Terry's hands slipped on Havoc's scaled head, unable to maintain a grip with so much seed already painting his scales. The orca cried out as his cock drew back, releasing an orgasmic load twice as big as either Mark's or Phil's moments earlier. Havoc opened his mouth, catching some of the broad streams as the orca doubled over, every muscle convulsing as a powerful burst of pleasure overcame him. Havoc could feel the pressure of each blast as it struck his lips, jaw, and chest, leaving him splattered and gooey.

He made sure to tuck the frat president's bulge back into the shorts, already warming him up for a second monster cum later on, and turned his attention to the remaining males. He licked his lips, trying to peer out of cum-soaked eyes, as he listened to their eager moans and jostling, stretching underwear.

Havoc stretched out his hands, reaching for more, tugging at their underwear until they rewarded him with their loads, then putting them away nice and neat. He found himself cycling through, using his hands and body and mouth to elicit bigger, longer, louder orgasms from each of the eight orcas surrounding him.

It was almost three hours before he decided to finish things off. He'd cum three times, each involuntarily, and he was nearly swimming in pungent orca jizz. All eight males, huge and muscular, ready to go for the fifth or sixth time each, stood at attention around him, hands at their sides, whimpering with need.

"Alright, bros," Havoc said, gasping bubbles of cum from around his lips. "You can touch 'em all you want now."

Eight pairs of hands immediately went to work.

"You know where to send it."

Havoc lay on his back, tail wriggling, draping off the coffee table. As the moans of the surrounding orcas grew in volume and intensity, he rubbed his hands across his chest and belly, smearing the thick layers of cum dripping into the ripples of his pecs and chest.

"Fire cannon one!" he said, eyes closing.

On cue, Terry erupted. The orca dropped to one knee as he furiously stroked his erection, pumping each massive hit across the stretching red dino's supple scales, causing them to splash and splatter, adding to the incredible mess.

"Cannon two! Three!"

More blasts of white orca spooge struck the moaning dinosaur, who tugged his shorts down finally and wrapped his wet hands around his length. He was slippery and hot, hard as he'd ever been, and as another blast of cum splashed across his exposed balls, he bucked his hips.

"All cannons! Fire at will!" he cried out.

Things got hazy for Havoc after that. Eight pistons of pure maleness sprayed him down, soaking him head to toe. Thick seed gushed off the table, spilling across the floor, pooling on the floorboards. The dino came just as eagerly as the eight frat bros, adding his own contribution to the seed slicking down his smooth, muscular body. Again and again they splattered him, sending ropes of seed across his pecs, his belly, his cock and thighs, even squirting up between his toes, leaving not a single square inch of dinosaur scale unseeded.

By the time they were finished, the orca bros were obviously spent. The effects of the shorts began to wear off as they collapsed into their seats again, ignoring the mess on and around them.

"Dude... bro... I'm gonna sleep so hard tonight," Mark said, his voice a murmur.

"No blue balls tomorrow for sure, dude..."

A chorus of sleepy agreements, then silence. Havoc panted, still flat on his back on the table, soaked in jizz, an incredible amount, an insane amount, an amount no regular person could be expected to endure.

He wanted more, but the bros were spent.

Almost spent. Terry rolled over and opened an eye.

"Havoc... do me a favor, dude... can you clean this up for us before we leave? Thanks, bro, you're the best..."