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“Hey sleepyhead?"

“Damn look at that morningwood, what was he dreaming about?"

“Egil don't"

Warren barely registered these voices as he started realizing he was waking up. He felt a warm grasp holding his underwear covered dick as he stretched and opened his eyes. There he saw Ralph, and Egil the slender dragon guy with the crimson scales. He then realized that a scaled hand was feeling up the clothed length of his cock.

Ralph slapped the dragon's hand away from his prick. “Hey Warren, seems like the groups pretty much ready to go. Jambae is putting the finishing touches on the food, and the table is getting set up. All we pretty much need is… you I think."

The dragon agreed. “Yea, there isn't anything else that needs to be done, so thought Ralph would need the extra help to get you up, though it seems that he's already accomplished that~" The dragon winked, and Ralph elbowed him.

Ralph took back the conversation: “mk! Well! We'll see you downstairs when you're good!"

“Cum Quick" Egil said, winking, turning, wagging his tail in a sultry manor and moving out of the room, Ralph close behind.

Warren had a quick thought. “Hey Ralph, really quick, Jambae is the frog, right?"

“Yep!"

“Dang, I didn't know he would be the one cooking!"

“Dude, he always cooks dinner, and its always amazing. Get excited! See you downstairs!"

Soon Warren was left in a vacant bedroom with the door wide open. Warren noticed this and rolled his eyes. “gotta love living in a frat" he chuckled to himself.

Coming down the stairs Warren's wolf nose picked up the scent of what he could only describe was a party of spices with an underlying scent of beef. The mingling scents were accompanied by a chorus of voices coming from the kitchen. At the bottom of the stairs Warren took in a couple of backpacks thrown next to the front door. He turned the corner to see a full dining table. Plate spreads were accompanied by a large pot, some cooked vegetables, and a serving of specialty breads.

Coming towards the table was the large frog himself, towering over Warren at 6'9". His muscle shirt left nothing to the imagination, showing off the beefy gains accrued over countless hours at the gym. The frog sauntered over carrying two bottles of wine, placing them on the table.

“Hey Jambae!" said the wolf. “Did you cook all of this?"

The frog gave a deep, hearty laugh. “Wouldn't have it any other way my guy. Couldn't of done it without Hesty and Benzo setting up the rest of the table though. Seems like we're pretty much good!"

Warren peered around Jambae to find the small curvy tanuki wearing a loose tank top and short shorts highlighting his wider hips and a hefty package up front, chatting up the large burly Gorilla with a button up shirt and modest black pants, both leaning against opposite counters of the kitchen. “Oh nice!" said Warren.

Jambae continued: “So, I guess all we need is Dyron… Warren, would you mind checking the front porch for him? I have a feeling he's out there."

“Sure thing!" Not bothering to put on shoes, Warren went and opened the front door. Immediately he was immersed in the stench of cigarette smoke. Warren turned to find a brooding Doberman standing at 5'9" with a black studded leather jacket leaning beside the open door.

“H… Hey Dyron, you about finished there? Jambae is ready with everyone else for dinner."

“Yea, soon," passively said Dyron.

“Ok… well, would you… put that out and join us?"

“Let me guess, you're wanting to lecture me about smoking n stuff huh?"

“I- no, I-“

“Well I'm not making it a habit. We all have different ways to celebrate different occasions. I- smoke. Jambae- cooks. Hesty- throws weird-as-shit party events that he expects all of us to attend, not that I want to…" Dyron taps his cigar ashes off the side of the porch, then takes one last pull from his short cigarette. “Anyways, lets get some grub, yea?" He then flicks the butt off the side of the porch into the grass.

“Sounds good to me" answered Warren, holding open the door for the dobie. Dyron walked in, taking off his black boots. Warren closed the door behind them but found the doberman was stopping to take in the smells. Looking down, Warren found that peeking out from the doberman's tight black jeans, his tiny nub of a tail was flailing left and right. Warren couldn't help but smile, seeing the dark dobie fall pretty to the sweet smells of a well made feast.

Returning to the table, Warren found everyone sitting, waiting to plate up. Hetsy was at the head of the table, flashing a big smile to the two last arriving bros. When Warren and Dyron got sat down and situated, the tanuki started to speak.

“Well guys, this is our first night together as bros, as a frat, this academic year. There has never been a better group of guys in my life than the one around this table. Though some of you are newer, you've earned a place in at least one of the other's hearts, and in time will be in the rest of ours as well if you're not there already. So why not kick off our new year with the ways that we all know how? A big ass feast and a big ass party!" The bros all gave a loud whooping and some cheers, then started to plate up and dish up.

Warren found that the food wasn't nothing short of amazing. The Cajun beef stew hit all the right notes, which paired very well with the red wine provided. The bread had a savory, almost creamy swirl of ingredients in the middle of the loaf that led to not needing anything added to the slice itself.

The group was having a hearty time talking about their own first days, if they saw any hot students (or teachers) during their classes, and what they expected the classes to be for the rest of the semester. Egil talked to Warren about the best places to go in the college town, what clubs were must-go's, which waiters were his favorites, and Benzo got some words in about his favorite libraries and study places.

Soon enough, plates were empty, stomachs were full, and wine bottles were empty; Everyone had their fill. Hesty took advantage of the lull in the conversation. “So guys, we'll take 5 to let the clean up crew get everything put away, but I'll need everyone to come to the living room for a frat game I put together.~"

Hesty had a large smile on his face, and although he was used to Hesty smiling a lot, though this one seemed a bit more devious than the others. Being part of the clean up crew with Ralph and Egil, Warren started picking up the plates, rinsing them off, and getting them in the dishwasher. Ralph washed the large serving plates, and Egil took care of the glasses and silverware. As Warren was about to go to the recycling bin outside with the wine bottles, the short tanuki came around.

“Hey Warren, could I have one of those? We'll need it for later, thanks!" Warren just gave him one of the bottles and went back to recycling the other bottle. Soon enough, they made their way to the living room, where the rest of the group was waiting.

“So, now that we're all here, lets do a niiiice team bonding game." Hesty started. “I'd call this 'Dare: Spin the Bottle'. I have a bottle and lot of dares in this hat. So after spinning, if the bottle lands on you, you have to pick a dare, then the rest of the group has to choose who helps you with the dare if needed. If you chicken out of a dare, then that means that you need to do a different dare and you also are in the running for doing more chores around here." There were some murmers from the rest of the group.

Jambae spoke up: “Well, isn't that a bit unfair? If we picked something we don't wanna do, could we pick someone else to do it then go on with getting a demerit and picking a different dare?"

“Hm… well, that would ensure that the dares are spread a bit more evenly, so sure, sounds like a plan. Everybody ready?" Various yeses came from the crowd. “Then lets get spinning! Oh, before we start though, I'll need everyone to chug a beer." Hesty got up and brought out a pack of beers from behind the couch. A couple thanks came from the bros as everyone got up to take a beer and return to their places on the couches, chugging their beers a fast as possible.

Hesty went to the sticker covered coffee table in the center of the living room and spun the empty wine bottle. A lot of excited and nervous faces could be seen around the circle. Eventually, the bottle slowed down to point at the large, nervous gorilla. “Benzo!"

With some coaxing, the gorilla got up, and drew from the baseball cap, hoping what was written on the piece of paper wasn't anything crazy.

He read it out loud. “Be nude for the rest of the game. What the..?"

The tanuki cut in “Damn that's probably one of the tamer ones of the batch to be honest. Do you think you want to redraw?"

“Uhh…. Hrm… no, I'll be fine, I'll do it. Not like its anything most of you haven't seen already…" Even with his words, Benzo was still blushing as his hands went to the bottom of his shirt.

“Take them off! Take them off!" chanted Egil and Hesty. Soon others were accompanying them as well.

Benzo took off his polo. While he wasn't sculpted per se, he was beefy. His pecs were full, and his biceps were thick, both from some fat but definitely some muscle as well. The new sights acquired some ooh's and ahhh's, giving energy to the atmosphere. However, that didn't help Benzo and his resolve, and only furthered his embarrassment further. As he went to his cargo shorts, he undid the belt buckle and let them fall to the ground. That left him in tight red boxer briefs. The boxer briefs could almost be considered just briefs, even a thong by the way the legs of the skin tight boxers rode up on his massive tree trunk quads. The quads did help frame his sizable package. His dick was becoming a semi from all the attention, making his bulge that much larger. His dick strained against the front of the boxer briefs, looking to be at 9 inches currently in his half hard state. And damn was that dick thick. The bulges from his egg-sized balls gave the package a more shapely appearance, singlehandedly drooping his package lower with their heft.

“Turn around!" shouted Jambae playfully. Benzo put a hand to his face to cover up his blush and did a quick turn around for his bros, showing off his impressive bubble butt to those who haven't seen it yet.

“Give us a show!" shouted Egil, eyes sparkling. The primate did his best with those words, awkwardly gyrating his hips, bringing down the back of his underwear a little bit at a time, then just pushing down the rest of his underwear all at once. Flopping out was a 3" thick, 10" long cock accompanied by a taut but full ballsac containing two large nuts. Everyone cheered for the shy gorilla, finally done with stripping. Benzo made sure to put his clothes in a small pile near him and sat down. His tree trunk thighs leaving nowhere for his junk to go but atop them; his balls got to be prominently displayed upon his legs along with this thick, semi-hard cock.

Egil, sitting in the middle of the couch, leaned up against the big gorilla. “Why are you embarrassed dude?" the dragon asked.

“I… its weird showing off to everyone…" muttered Benzo.

“Well, everyone here enjoyed the show, and we're all supporting you. I don't think you have any reason to feel weird or embarrassed. You're fucking hot dude, and everyone else here thinks that as well. Take pride in what you have to show off." Egil looked up at him, placing his arm around the naked gorilla's waist.

Benzo nodded still blushing, but decided to sit up a little straighter, and his lips formed a small smile. “Thanks Egil, I appreciate it." And Benzo put his arm behind the dragon's shoulders in turn.

“Well, who wants to spin the bottle next?" questioned the tanuki.