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****************** Levi's Secret Crush ******************
As he toured the local campus on their open day, Levi could almost forget his troubles. There was finally light at the end of the tunnel - everything he'd undergone since committing the fatal error of stealing the test and getting caught by Mal and Jay would pay off at last.
The football facilities were top-notch for a college that size and Levi was stoked to witness the team in training. Imagine, in just a few months, that could be him out on that field.
But it wasn't long before Levi, and just about everyone else in the tour group, had their attention arrested by the sight of the team's giant linebacker. Tariq Johnston was only a college freshman, a year older than Levi, but he stood more than half a foot taller and was nearly twice as wide. Dressed as he was for practice on an unseasonably warm day in just shoulder pads and compression shorts, there was no room for mistaking his bulk for flab - it was clearly all muscle. The boy must spend half his life in a gym, thought Mal approvingly.
What really seized onlookers' attention though was the massive protuberance at the front of Tariq's light gray compression shorts, which appeared blindingly white in contrast to his dark chocolate skin. The term "trouser snake" might have been invented for his mammoth appendage, obscenely outlined under the almost-sheer Lycra.
There was no need to strain one's eyes to make out the shape of his hefty man-meat and the correspondingly enormous pair of nuts, nor to strain one's ears to pick up the none-too-discreet comments about Tariq's assets.
"Phwoar ... I think he's even bigger soft than I am hard," Levi heard Jay giggle. That was saying something, because fully erect Jay measured an impressive nine inches. "What do you reckon: two mouthfuls?"
"Three," answered Mal. "And check out that booty shelf; baby got back."
Considering he had never indicated any interest in football, Mal sure seemed enthusiastic about recording the training session on his phone. Levi had no doubt that the camera's zoom feature was being used prodigiously to zero in on the groins and butts of the sweaty, well-built players.
More than one girl looked away in embarrassment when a profusely perspiring Tariq jogged up from the field to greet the group, but Levi found himself unfathomably spellbound by his magnificent bulge almost as much as Mal and Jay.
Jesus, was sweat actually turning Tariq's unbelievably skin-tight compression shorts translucent? He was far from the only player in compression shorts (much to Mal's enjoyment) but none of his teammates wore ones half as revealing as Tariq's. The others clearly had protective cups over their junk. Surely it was completely inappropriate for Tariq to train in those shorts, without even a cup, in front of an audience?
The coach was saying, "And this here's Levi Swenson, quarterback for the Cleveland Cowboys. He's up for a football scholarship to join us in the fall."
Startled out of his trance by the mention of his name, Levi hastily dragged his eyes upwards, past Tariq's cut abs liberally dusted with fur, to meet the college player's quietly amused gaze.
Levi couldn't help it - he blushed. He'd been caught staring at another dude's crotch! How fucking embarrassing was that? And this was one time he couldn't blame it on Mal or Jay, whose eyes he could feel boring into his back as they watched the proceedings with rapt interest. Levi prayed that Tariq wouldn't label him a homo because that would make life on the team very difficult next year.
He held out his hand to shake Tariq's and nearly gasped aloud at the older teen's ultra-strong grip. Levi prided himself on a firm handshake, but the college lineman could've easily cracked his knuckles.
"Look forward to seeing you in the fall, buddy," Tariq told him, flashing him a friendly, toothy smile that wasn't quite reflected in his unsettling gaze. His dark brown eyes held Levi's blue ones without blinking for a good fifteen seconds. Levi felt the hairs rise on the back of his neck; there was an almost predatory quality to Tariq's stare.
Then, almost as suddenly, Tariq moved on down the line and Levi let out a breath that he hadn't realized he was holding.
He was left looking at Tariq's back, the sweat running down the exposed base of his spine and into the deep cleft between two huge, statuesque buttocks perfectly molded to those lewd compression shorts.
"Looks like someone has a little man-crush," teased Mal, sidling up next to him to enjoy the same view, camera in hand to capture Tariq's posterior for posterity.
"Make that simply a crush," chimed in Jay. "You wanna put your tongue back in your mouth before he catches you drooling?"
"I'm not crushing on another dude," protested Levi hotly. "It's just, well, those shorts are fucking obscene. You can't really help looking when he's, um, got his, er, junk practically in your face!"
"Oh, I'm sure you wanted his junk in your face," Mal repeated mockingly. "Down your throat, in fact. Is that what you've been missing, Levi? A really big dick to scratch an itch deep inside you?"
"Yeah, and I'm thinking those cakes could finally cure you of your aversion to rimming," added Jay. "Are you dreaming about how sweaty and musky his crack must be after training in the sun?"
"Fuck no! That's sick. I am not a fag!" Levi stomped off in a huff because he didn't trust himself not to say something that would come back to bite him in his (well-muscled) ass.
If he was honest with himself, the real reason Mal and Jay's digs had struck a nerve was because he couldn't really explain why he'd been so engrossed by Tariq's oversized equipment. He'd never been the kind of person to scope out what the other boys were packing in the showers. Even at the outset of puberty, he'd looked just long enough to confirm that his own genitals were comfortably average, if not slightly above.
Yet here he was, 18 years old, firmly established in his heterosexuality, but somehow utterly mesmerized by another dude's dick lump.
What had Mal and Jay done to him? Months of servitude to those bastards couldn't have turned him gay, could it? That wasn't an actual thing. Levi might not be passing a Mensa entrance exam anytime soon, but even he knew that sexual orientation was genetic, not a learned behavior. Wasn't it?
His mind raced through all the times he'd tried it on with a girl after becoming Mal and Jay's sex slave. All those desperate attempts to reassert his heterosexual credentials. All those occasions when he'd failed to sustain an erection when a girl had his cock in her mouth, or when he was plowing her pussy. All those pathetic apologies and excuses he'd been forced to make.
There had been so many embarrassments that he'd stopped trying.
No, he was overthinking this. He was straight. He'd always been, and he always would be.
How was he so sure?
The problem was that he wasn't.
And that scared him. No - it terrified him.
While Levi was off having his existential crisis, Mal and Jay had continued their tour of the campus. It was at the Arts faculty that Jay spotted a new opportunity to do what he enjoyed most: humiliating Levi.
Unlike Mal, who was incorrigibly unrepentant, Jay did occasionally feel bad about what they were doing to Levi. He was just so easy to shame, but gosh was he ever adorable when he turned bright pink from the tips of his ears to his chiseled pecs. Jay's reservations usually flew out the window the moment he'd gotten that reaction out of Levi.
There was something inexplicably delicious about having an insanely attractive, reluctantly gay jock at your beck and call. Under any other circumstances, Jay knew Levi would have beaten the shit out of him and Mal if they'd so much as tried to kiss him.
Instead they had him eating their asses, guzzling down their cum and piss, to say nothing of riding BOTH their dicks at the same time. Both!
In a world that tended to favor straight white males, the complete control exerted over one of their number by two queer boys of color was a rare and precious thing.
Mind you, it wasn't Levi who was questioning just how straight he was. For the first time since they'd ensnared him, Jay and Mal were entertaining their own doubts about the jock's sexuality. They'd delighted in teasing him about the erections and orgasms he experienced when they were having their fun with him, but they were smart enough to recognize these were the inescapable effects of stimulating his erogenous zones. They'd never seriously believed that Levi might on some level be sexually attracted to other guys.
But his reaction to that black football player had been decidedly curious. Yeah, the guy's considerable assets were hard to miss when he was dressed (or more accurately undressed) so revealingly, but Levi's interest had gone on rather longer than would be normal for a self-professed straight guy.
It might just be that there were still some hidden depths to their jock stud.
"What was so interesting back there?" queried Mal. By way of response, Jay showed him the photo he'd snapped of the noticeboard outside the Arts building.
Mal's face broke into a grin. "Oh yeah, definitely."
"No fucking way!" snarled Levi when they told him what he had to do later that day. He was still too touchy over the Tariq incident to bother minding his language. "I have to go to that college in the fall! There'll be people who might recognize me ... students, teachers ..."
"So?" challenged Mal. "You're doing it for money. You saw the advertisement during the campus tour and you needed the money. It's a perfectly plausible story. You're a scholarship student, after all."
"But - but - they'll see me naked!"
"It's a life drawing class; of course the model will be naked," Jay explained with exaggerated patience, knowing very well that wasn't Levi's point.
Levi tried a different tack, one that he hoped would appeal to the geeks' sensibilities. After all, it had worked when his extra `services' at the gay club began to take their toll on his ability to study.
(He was too wiped out, and his ass too sore, after six, long hours of getting fucked in every conceivable position that he needed to lie flat on his belly to so much as read a book; his well-used butt simply could not take the pressure of sitting. It had eventually induced Mal and Jay to begrudgingly cut his backroom hours in half, although Mal regularly bemoaned that he was not seeing an uptick in Levi's grades commensurate to their loss of income.)
Levi gazed beseechingly at his fuckers. "But the class is less than a week before my Bio exam. I have to study."
Mal and Jay exchanged glances, then burst out guffawing.
"Oh Christ, Levi," Mal wiped away tears of laughter. "Studying? Really? I mean, really? Who's the nerd now?"
Jay rejoined, "Look, we're glad to rubbed off on you -"
"- in more ways than one -" Mal wickedly interjected, literally rubbing his leaking cock on Levi's shoulder.
"- so we're clearly doing something right, but you should also know how much we value our study breaks like this one.
"And modeling for a life drawing class sounds ideal. What could be more relaxing than an evening just lying about in your birthday suit?"
Levi opened his mouth to protest further, but Mal didn't give him the chance. "No more arguments, Swenson. You can either do it for a bit of spare cash - God knows you still owe us for your reduced club earnings - or you can do it to save up towards the college tuition you're going to need to pay yourself once you lose your scholarship. Either way, you're doing it."
Mal paused to let that sink in before adding, "And for being so ungracious about it, there'll be a punishment on the day."
Levi could have debated the fairness of this penalty, but wisely decided not to press his luck.
He could only hope that the professor advertising for the services of a life model would find another candidate.
Readers following Levi's tale since its inception should be aware by now that he isn't exactly known for his good fortune, so that hope was never going to materialize.
Professor Giverny was absolutely over the moon when Levi `volunteered' for the life drawing class. They almost never received life models who were specimens of male pulchritude like Levi.
His only concern was whether Levi was old enough. It did cross Levi's mind that he could pretend to still be underage - after all, he was still only 18, and could pass for younger - but he feared what Mal and Jay would do when they found out that he'd lied to get out of the life modeling gig. And they would find out, he was sure of it. They had this unerring knack of ferreting out information.
Appeased by a cursory glance at Levi's driving license, the professor cheerfully signed him up as the model for the following week's life drawing class.
"Oh, and you might need to think about some personal grooming," he noted as Levi was about to leave. "Manscaping, I think the youngsters call it these days." He smiled indulgently at Levi. "It's a better experience for our artists to sketch from life clean, smooth musculature rather than having to imagine what the model's physique might look like under any body hair."
Levi shifted awkwardly from one foot to another. "Um, I'm not exactly, uh, hairy."
"Well, it wouldn't be any trouble at all if you want me to take a closer look and help you out in that department," the professor suggested with a lecherous twinkle in his eye.
"Uh, no thanks," Levi replied hastily. "I think I should be able to handle it myself."
Jesus, why did he always seem to attract the attention of fags?
His regular fags chortled when he told them about the professor's offer.
"Oh Levi, you should've just told him the truth," chuckled Mal.
"Yeah, that you had two very horny queers waiting for you back home, more than ready to help you out," chimed in Jay.
They were double-dicking him again (what else?) and Levi was actively smashing his ass down on their cocks in their hopes that they would let him shoot before the cock cage went back on.
"In fact, there's no time like the present."
Levi's orgasm would have to wait a little longer. They quickly got to work, stretching him out on the bedroom floor with a couple of large, fluffy bath towels beneath his body. There was some debate over whether the professor had expected Levi to be completely shaved from the neck down; Levi didn't think so, but he was overruled by Mal and Jay's very literal interpretation of the professor's suggestion.
He was going to lose all of his body hair.
Normally, this would have elicited quite a bit of pushback from the dominated jock. There was no way he was quietly going along with a total denuding of these last vestiges of his already precarious (in his jock brain) masculinity.
However, on this occasion, Levi didn't put up more than a token protest. It was almost as if all the fight had gone out of him. Like he'd accepted that he had no right to consider himself a "real" man.
Mal and Jay had noticed how unusually subdued he was since they'd attended the university open day. There was something eating away at his psyche, and they had a fair idea what it was.
As their razors whisked away all traces of Levi's armpit hair and then moved down to the golden treasure trail that bisected his taut abs (they'd made short work of the few wisps on his chest), Jay pondered how they could help Levi. And he did sincerely want to help him.
That was why, after they completed Levi's full-body shave (he'd cum while they were shaving his asshole, and was made to suck his mess out of the towel), Jay went on the internet to do a little research.
What he found was interesting.
"Look, Mal." Levi had already been packed off home, cock caged and newly smooth, so it was just Jay and Mal in the latter's bedroom. They hadn't bothered putting their clothes back on, and Mal was nuzzling Jay's neck as he fucked him from behind.
"Hmm?" muttered Mal, lost in the pleasure of the slow long-dicking.
Jay had pulled up Tariq's profile page from the Broncos' website. "Studying Sports Science, with a minor in ..."
"Classical Art," finished Mal, reading off the webpage. "No fucking way."
"It's a sign, Mal. It has to be."
Mal rolled his eyes. He did not share his boyfriend's belief in astrology, fate or all that mumbo-jumbo. But he had to admit it was an amazing coincidence.
"Do you think he'll be at the life drawing class?"
"Well, if he isn't, I think we can give him a little nudge in the right direction?"
They grinned at each other.
"Oh, and that's not all." Jay switched over to Tariq's social media account and began scrolling through his photos. "Check these out."
Tariq evidently had a very active social life on campus, judging by the sheer volume of photos of him attending frat parties and spring break. But what was most significant, at least to the gay boys perusing his feed, was his clothing in many of the photos - or more accurately, his lack of clothing.
There was Tariq pledging his frat in nothing but a diaper. To be fair, his fellow pledges were also clad in diapers, but on Tariq's gigantic frame, the ones he wore appeared particularly tiny and bulged obscenely.
A different series of photos were from a fancy-dress party that Tariq had attended as a Baywatch lifeguard. Not for him were the ludicrously baggy boardshorts typically favored by his peers. All Tariq had on (apart from the lifesaving gear strapped to his back) was a pair of too-small red Speedos with the word LIFEGUARD emblazoned in yellow lettering across his ass cheeks.
Another day, another fancy-dress party (bless frat boys for their stunning lack of imagination when it comes to party themes). This time Tariq was dressed as a jungle boy, in a skimpy loincloth that left almost nothing to the imagination. Mal agreed with Jay that he very likely wasn't wearing any underwear.
Yet another fancy-dress party had him costumed as a gladiator, pairing faux-bronze breastplates that just about covered his pecs and left his abs bare, with a pleated leather skirt that didn't even reach halfway down his thighs. This time, Mal and Jay had confirmation that he didn't have anything on underneath: there was a cheeky shot of him mooning the camera with the skirt hiked up to expose a pair of rock-hard buns that might have been sculpted from granite. (The boys were dismayed because, despite using every trick in the book, they couldn't adequately lighten the shadows to discern what Tariq had hanging between his legs.)
A different party (that's the fourth one, for those keeping score at home) had presumably been held in conjunction with Valentine's Day, because Tariq and his frat brothers were all dressed as Cupid, complete with fake wings and bows. But while his brothers had plumped for white shorts, Tariq had gone with designer briefs. Not just normal briefs, mind, but bikini briefs - tight, pristine white ones which looked like they'd been spray-painted onto him and with nothing more than a geometric-patterned strap holding it up at either side. How the social media censors had even left the photos up were a mystery to Mal and Jay.
And then there were the even more recent photos from spring break. Tariq showed off an impressive collection of colorful Speedos in loud designs, clearly unabashed at donning so little next to his boardshorts-sporting bros. The photo album had even been labeled Sun, Sand and Speedos.
Mal looked at Jay and uttered his verdict: "Total exhibitionist."
"Absolutely," Jay concurred. "But who can blame him? If I was packing that much heat, I wouldn't be the least bit shy about showing it off."
"Aw, baby." Mal kissed his boyfriend tenderly. "You've got all the meat I need." He grabbed Jay's sizable cock and gave it a squeeze.
Jay sighed with pleasure, but he wouldn't allow himself to be distracted. "Right then, let's get Operation Anaconda underway."
Mal snickered. "That's what we're calling it? Operation Anaconda?"
"Do you have a better name?"
Mal glanced again at the photo of Tariq as Cupid, with his dick-print prominently on display in the tiny white briefs, and shook his head. "Nope, that sounds just right."
As they put their plan into action, they weren't the only ones doing an internet search on Tariq Johnston.
Walking home from Mal's, Levi had also given in to curiosity and was now examining Tariq's social media. He told himself that it was just for research; after all they would probably be playing together for the Broncos next year.
But that didn't really explain why he spent an inordinate amount of time on the near-naked photos. The mooning shot in particular had held his interest for a long time.
Without thinking, he sent Tariq a friend request. "Good meeting you today, bro," he typed in the accompanying message.
Then, experiencing second thoughts, he wondered if he should cancel the request, but Tariq must have been online and had already accepted him as a friend.
Levi relaxed. There was no way Tariq would know he'd been staring at his bare ass.
Little did he know that their paths were going to cross a lot sooner than anticipated, and then Tariq would be the one getting up close and personal with Levi's bare ass.
**************** To be continued ****************
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