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******************** Levi's Secret Desire ********************
For once, it appeared the gods were smiling down on Levi. For the rest of the life drawing class, his cock was never fully soft, but it never returned to maximum stiffness either. There was no further leakage, from either orifice. He survived the second hour.
Once he was dismissed from the contrapposto, Levi quickly wrapped himself in the robe and hurried back to the alcove to redress in his own clothes. He wished to avoid the professor, who was still helping some students with the finishing touches on their sketches.
It turned out that it wasn't Grant Giverny whom he should have been worried about.
Just as he came to the conclusion that he would have to go commando since his jockstrap was a disgusting, sticky mess, somebody ducked behind the curtain and into the alcove.
Levi turned around and his objection died in his throat.
It was Tariq. His giant frame practically filled the alcove and blocked out the light from the classroom. Levi had the feeling of being cornered like a rat about to be swallowed whole by a snake.
"Levi, wasn't it?" Tariq said pleasantly.
Levi found his voice. "Uh, yeah... but look, I gotta get dressed." He tried to reach for his jeans but Tariq simply batted his hand away. It was a casual gesture but Levi felt like he'd been hit with a baseball bat.
As Levi rubbed his smarting hand, Tariq took his unprotected clothes and held them behind his back. "I don't think so," he said matter-of-factly as Levi stared at him in consternation.
"What do you mean, you don't think so?" demanded Levi. Now that he'd recovered from his initial shock, he was beginning to feel indignant. Who the fuck did Tariq think he was, coming in here and taking his clothes?
"I am getting dressed, and I am getting out of here," he enunciated slowly.
"And I'm saying, that's not going to happen."
Levi couldn't wrap his mind around what was going on. There was no way he could fight Tariq for his clothes and, besides, there were people on the other side of the curtain. Surely he wouldn't dare try ... whatever it was he planned to try.
"What do you want?" he said in a voice barely above a whisper.
"I think you know that already," replied Tariq. Keeping Levi's clothes behind his back with one hand, he reached out with the other and grabbed Levi's defenseless dick.
Levi let out a gasp.
"What the hell?"
But it wasn't Levi who'd uttered the exclamation.
Professor Giverny had sent off the last of his students (or so he'd believed) and returned to the alcove to give Levi his payment.
Instead he found the boy still naked, with his cock firmly gripped in Tariq Johnston's meaty paw.
"Levi and I are just getting acquainted, Prof," Tariq informed him with a broad grin.
Giverny looked from the beaming linebacker to the pale high school student and shook his head ruefully.
"I should've known. Next time, make sure he empties his balls before he turns up to model for life drawing. It'll save us both some grief. I hope none of the snowflakes go running to the dean."
"No danger of that, Prof. They all seemed to enjoy the show."
The professor snorted. "Well, I hope you're right. Here's the money I owe him." The professor put the envelope down on the chair. "I trust you'll lock up the place once you're done?"
"Sure thing, Prof."
The whole exchange took place as though Levi wasn't there, like he was a non-entity.
"Oh, and Tariq? Don't ride him too hard, alright? He's too classically beautiful to be ruined in one night."
"C'mon, Prof, gimme some credit." There was a beat; then Tariq grinned wolfishly. "I could ruin him in half an hour if I wanted to."
The professor chuckled and turned to leave.
In a daze, Levi watched the professor's retreating back. Then, very abruptly, his sense of detachment was replaced by rapidly mounting alarm. He was going to be alone with Tariq. Being forced to service the middle-aged academic suddenly didn't seem so bad in comparison. He wanted to call him back, to beg him not to leave him with Tariq.
But that ship had well and truly sailed. Whistling cheerfully, Grant Giverny shut the classroom door behind him and abandoned Levi to his fate. He was envisioning Bernini's Rape of Proserpina, with the smooth-skinned Levi as the eponymous goddess, helplessly trying to evade sexual assault by Tariq, who (naturally) took on the mantle of the curly-haired lord of the underworld.
The godly rapist-to-be had turned back to the trembling blond boy. "Now where were we? Oh yeah. We were going to get to know each other better. I don't think you'll need these anytime soon." He threw Levi's clothes out into the empty classroom, freeing up his other hand to unzip his jeans.
Levi couldn't help himself; he looked down. Tariq's enormous bulge came into view. He was wearing briefs, baby-blue ones this time, and they were either too small for him or he was too big for them.
Or maybe both explanations were correct. Levi didn't know anymore. At this point, he felt like up was down and right was wrong.
"L-look, I don't know what it is you think you know, b-but I'm not like ... like that."
"Like what?" Tariq said innocently. He ran his thumb over Levi's sensitive cock head and the boy shuddered.
"Yes Levi, I think it's time we all found that out, once and for all."
Levi was startled to discover that Mal and Jay had snuck into the classroom; they'd driven up just before the class ended and waited until the professor departed to let themselves in through the unlocked door.
"You guys set me up!" Levi accused. He didn't know how but he was sure their timely arrival was no coincidence.
"You must be Levi's minders," remarked Tariq. "I had my suspicions when I saw you three at the open day."
The newcomers introduced themselves. "I'm Malcolm and this is Jaylen - though you just can call us Mal and Jay."
Tariq flicked a thumb towards his face. "Well, I'm Tariq ..." He twisted the same thumb in the opposite direction, "and this here's `Conda."
"Conda?" echoed Jay.
Tariq flashed another toothy grin. "Short for Anaconda, but Ana didn't seem like the best nickname."
Mal and Jay exchanged amused glances. "You call your cock Anaconda?"
"Well, it deserves a name, don't you think?"
The three high school boys were, to an individual, fascinated by the beast in its sheer cotton cladding. Tariq's briefs were so tight that they could make out the vein running down the underside of his massive cock.
"It definitely does," agreed Jay.
Tariq kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans. "Let's get this party on the road."
Levi let out a strangled yelp as, without warning, Tariq strode towards the platform in the center of the classroom. He hadn't relinquished his grip on Levi's penis so the younger boy was dragged along behind him.
Levi threw a pleading look at Mal and Jay but his regular tormentors made no move to intervene. They were too busy staring after Tariq's powerful glutes encased in his skin-tight designer briefs.
"So what does this one do?" asked Tariq.
"Oh, just about anything," replied Mal.
"Cock-sucking, bottoming, rimming, piss-drinking ... you name it," added Jay.
"Plus we usually put him in a cock-cage when he's not servicing one of us; it helps keep him on his toes."
Levi turned beet red as his complete repertoire of gay sex acts was divulged to a virtual stranger.
Tariq turned round to look at Mal and Jay. "You guys are pretty new to this, huh?"
"Not really, we've been working him over for a while now," said Mal.
"And you never thought to tan those blindingly white buns?" Tariq let go of Levi's cock to grab his ass globes with both hands and squeeze them, hard. "You know, give him a proper spanking; turn those cheeks red."
Levi couldn't believe his ears. "You've gotta be kidding. You can't spank me; I'm not five."
Tariq appeared amused. "Oh look, it can talk." He grabbed Levi's chin and his amused smile was replaced by a fearsome snarl. "Bitches don't talk unless they're spoken to."
With that, he threw Levi onto the divan, where the younger boy lay stunned.
"Y-you can't do that to me," whined Levi. "Mal? Jay?"
Tariq raised an eyebrow. "He calls you by your names?"
Mal and Jay were taken aback by the sudden violence but there was also something erotic about watching Levi get manhandled.
"Uh," Mal said finally. "He's our bitch but we don't, um, stand on formality."
Tariq shook his head. "That's where you're making a mistake. You should never let bitches talk back to you. It's not a matter of punishing them after the fact; they shouldn't dare to disrespect you in the first place.
"Now watch and learn, fellas. Watch and learn."
He picked Levi up effortlessly, sat down on the divan and turned him over onto his lap. Levi, realizing what was about to happen, protested and tried to wriggle out of Tariq's grip but it was futile. The older jock had muscles on muscles and even the very fit Levi was no match for him.
"Stay still and take it," ordered Mal. "Tariq's right; we've been too soft on you."
"Please! Don't let him do this!" For reasons Levi couldn't explain, a spanking felt so infantilizing and emasculating - more so than getting fucked at both ends.
Jay crouched down in front of Levi and caressed his face. "I know it's hard, Levi, but accepting where you belong was never going to be easy."
Levi was nonplussed.
"Wait, what?" he blurted out, but he didn't receive an answer to his question before Tariq began raining down swats onto his ass.
Levi couldn't help it; he shrieked. Tariq had no intention of gently breaking in the jock laid out on his lap. He put the full weight of his heavily-muscled arm into Levi's inaugural spanking.
To Levi, it felt like somebody was bludgeoning his ass with a dozen baseball bats.
"Stop! For the love of God, stop! Please! It freakin' hurts! PLEEEEEASE!" Levi knew he was bawling but he was beyond caring. Not even getting double-dicked for the first time had been this agonizing. Mal and Jay had been cautious and considerate; Tariq had no such compunctions about harming Levi.
Tears flowed freely down Levi's cheeks, while Tariq gave his other pair of cheeks a solid thrashing.
"Something to shut him up?" panted Tariq. Spanking Levi was more of an exertion than he let on. "Don't exactly want him to bring campus security around."
Jay looked around and spotted Levi's filthy, cum-drenched underwear among his clothes strewn that were strewn on the floor. He shoved them into Levi's screaming mouth with a sympathetic shrug.
For the second time that night, Levi tasted his increasingly foul jockstrap.
With the helpless hunk silenced, the sound of the spanking was even louder, each hard slap on Levi's burning-hot skin resounding through the classroom.
Mal counted only twenty swats but the force behind them managed to reduce Levi to a blubbering wreck.
Sated, Tariq unceremoniously dropped Levi to the platform floor, where he continued sobbing.
"Oh, quit the act, bitch. We all know you enjoyed that," sneered Tariq.
Levi paused his wailing to stare at the towering black giant in disbelief. "Enjoyed it? Enjoyed getting my ass blistered? Are you for real, you fuckin-"
THWACK!
Tariq had clipped Levi around the head so hard that he thought he'd cricked his neck. He held his cheek in wordless shock.
Jay started forward, but Mal subtly grabbed his hand to pull him back. He had noticed the same thing as Tariq.
"I'm starting to think you disrespect me on purpose because you WANT to get spanked again. You obviously liked your first time ... a lot." With a sock-clad foot, Tariq nudged Levi's rampant erection, which had trailed a string of pre-cum from Tariq's thigh to the floor.
Levi looked down at his boner and blinked repeatedly, sure it had to be an illusion. He couldn't be hard again, not after that awful ass-whooping. It had hurt so badly! And Tariq hadn't even slipped a finger up his ass to stimulate his prostate.
"It was the Viagra," he rationalized weakly. He glared accusingly at Mal and Jay. "They fed me one right before the class."
"It was just one tab, and that was more than two-and-a-half hours ago," pointed out Mal.
"Well, that might explain the stonking hard-on you had during class, but not your current one," noted Tariq. "Prof. Giverny already let you clear whatever was in your system an hour back."
"Whoa!" exclaimed Jay. "So Levi had to jerk one out DURING the class?"
"Yeah, his cock got pretty out of hand and was leaking all over the floor. The prof sent him behind the curtain to `take care of things', and he tried to muffle the sounds, but that doesn't work when everyone else knows what's up and is being especially quiet to eavesdrop. I'm pretty sure I could make out some ass-fingering going on - you know, that squelchy sound you hear when someone frigs themselves with more than one finger?"
Levi was mortified; he'd thought he had been discreet, but everyone in that classroom had heard him violating his own ass?
"Yeah," Tariq continued, smirking at the despair on Levi's face, "he's not going to live that one down next semester."
He reached down and grabbed Levi's present erection. "Nor this one."
Levi had this sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. Tariq had to be wrong.
"None of this makes any sense," he whispered. "I'm not gay."
Jay felt desperately sorry for Levi. He looked so lost, so vulnerable, so fuckable.
"Levi ... when Tariq was spanking you, if there really wasn't any part of you that enjoyed what was happening, you could've broken free."
Now that, Levi was convinced, was bull. "No, he was holding me down, and he's a lot stronger than I am."
"I only had one hand to hold you down because I was using the other to spank you, and frankly I put most of my strength into that one. Yet you didn't even struggle. Once the spanking started, you didn't even put up a token resistance."
"What are you guys saying? That I AM gay? That I've been in the closet all this time, and not known it, not guessed it, not even wondered it?"
"We're saying that you're innately submissive," said Mal. "You need someone to dominate you. You WANT someone to dominate you. And you get off on it."
"No ... no ... that can't be right." Levi couldn't - wouldn't - believe what he was hearing.
"Think about it, Levi," urged Jay. "When have you gotten hard recently, other than the times you've been a submissive? There are rumors going around school that you couldn't get it up with Autumn Cleary, nor with Courtney Park."
"Susi Shankar, too," added Mal.
"Jesus, does everyone know who I sleep with?" exclaimed Levi. At least, he consoled himself, his `failure to launch' with Adriana Jimenez still wasn't public knowledge. (Adriana's brother Alvaro would give him no end of grief in the football locker room if he was aware.)
"Maybe if one of those girls had tried their hand at being on top, things would be different," said Jay.
"Yeah, like if she'd put on a giant strap-on and fucked your ass with it," Mal chipped in, rather more gleefully than Jay thought appropriate.
An image flashed in Levi's mind: himself being spit-roasted by the Jimenez siblings, Adriana tearing up his ass with a rubber strap-on while Alvaro filled his throat with his own flesh-and-blood phallus.
He caught himself. Where the hell had that image even come from? Why would he even think that? The notion of being pegged and face-fucked at the same time wasn't sexy. It wasn't a turn-on. It wasn't natural. No, it was sick, and perverse! He wasn't even attracted to Alvaro Jimenez! What the fuck?!
"You guys are wrong," Levi asserted firmly. "There's no way I'm a, a ..." He couldn't even bring himself to say the word.
"Submissive," Mal rolled the word on his tongue for exaggerated effect.
"Or just `sub' for short," said Jay. "Denying it doesn't make it go away, Levi."
"Oh yeah? Just watch me," he snarled, crossing his arms across his chest.
"Suit yourself," Tariq broke in, shrugging. "I'm not really invested in your story and don't care one way or the other what you identify as. Labels are just that anyway, if you ask me. You can call yourself gay, queer, bi, sub, bitch, whatever. End of the day, you're going to be on your knees, servicing dudes who are superior to you.
"Now what does concern me is that you're responsible for the hard-on I've been nursing for the better part of the last two hours, but are yet to help me take care of it."
Levi couldn't believe Tariq's gall. He'd just had his sexual identity, his sense of self, his whole freaking life's purpose, questioned, all but ripped out from under him, and all Tariq cared about was getting his oversized cock blown?
His eyes inadvertently went to Tariq's bulge which was straining mightily against his briefs and, in a blink, his furious retort was forgotten.
Tariq noticed and smiled like a predator whose prey had nowhere left to hide.
"Yeah, why don't you get a head start on that, eh? Go on, get those pretty pink lips of yours on my cock."
Mal was prepared to command Levi to follow Tariq's instruction, but it turned out his intervention wasn't necessary.
Despite distancing himself from any labels, Levi knew deep down that he had to do as he was told. Maybe in his mind he was replaying his stock excuses: that if he didn't obey, he would be exposed as a test cheat and lose his scholarship; have his homosexual exploits broadcast to his family and everyone at school.
Those were both still possibilities, of course, but the truth was that Mal and Jay no longer needed them to control Levi.
And Tariq never needed any dirt on him as leverage from the start.
Levi got to his knees in front of Tariq and reached for the waistband of those tented briefs, but Tariq stopped him in his tracks.
As he gazed up enquiringly at the older boy, Tariq said, "Didn't say you could undress me, did I? Suck on `Conda through the cloth."
Oh Christ, this was another level of humiliation: having to nuzzle another guy's cock through his undies and slobber over it like a thirsty slut. Tariq could definitely give Mal and Jay a run for their money when it came to upping the degradation factor.
Yet Levi acquiesced. He tentatively stuck out his tongue and swiped it across the very long, very thick tube of flesh pulsing beneath Tariq's briefs.
"Now get a mouthful." Tariq egged him on, resting his hands on Levi's head and running his fingers through the golden locks.
Levi opened his mouth wide - really wide - and engulfed the bulbous head of Tariq's cock, which alone was the size of a small fist.
"Suck on it. Breathe it in." Tariq mashed Levi's face up against his crotch. The younger boy didn't really have a choice in the matter, not if he wanted air. He gulped down a deep breath of Tariq's manly musk laced with faint traces of sweat, cum and piss. Steadying himself by pressing his hands up against Tariq's thighs, he was impressed by how rock-solid they were.
Mal and Jay were transfixed by the show in front of them. Levi's saliva was turning the pale blue briefs translucent as he slobbered over the rapidly growing length of Tariq's meat, but it was Levi's face that really awed them. The blond teen had his eyes shut and wore an expression of dreamy contentment.
They'd known that Levi had been practically hypnotized by Tariq's mammoth appendage, but had assumed the game had changed following his impassioned denials of being a submissive. Yet here he was, in a state of bliss, while the linebacker's cock was still contained in his underwear!
Well, contained' was not quite accurate; the Anaconda was trying to burst out of its cotton prison by this juncture. They'd never seen briefs tenting like that. Jay wondered if they should be concerned that Conda could literally poke Levi's eye out.
"Just how big is that thing?" he blurted out.
"Ten inches," stated Tariq.
"Hard?"
"Nope. For fully erect, add another 30%."
Mal and Jay gasped. 13 whole inches! That was the stuff of legend. Anaconda didn't seem such a fanciful nickname after all.
They glanced at Levi, who didn't appear to have heard Tariq's statement. Just as well, because he'd never before taken anything bigger than Jay's 9 inches.
Maybe Tariq would go easy on him. Maybe he'd stop at 10 inches.
Neither of them thought it remotely likely.
Tariq applied a little pressure to Levi's shoulders. "Balls," he ordered simply, and Levi knew what he was expected to do. His tongue lapped at each of Tariq's goose egg-sized testicles in turn, trying (unbidden) to fit them into his mouth. He could only manage one at a time.
Tariq's hands guided him lower and under, until he was breathing in the heady aroma of the older teen's taint and licking it feverishly through the cotton. His own cock was at full mast and dribbling.
Mal and Jay couldn't help feeling a little jealous. Levi had never shown quite the same degree of dedication when they made him give them tongue baths. But they had to acknowledge that there was something about Tariq that was intoxicating, like a drug. They weren't immune either; without even realizing it, they'd unzipped and stuffed their hands down their briefs to grope themselves.
"Right, that's enough," said Tariq abruptly. As Levi reluctantly got his head out from under Tariq, he suggested, "I think we should all get more comfortable."
Mal and Jay didn't need to be told twice. They undressed speedily, albeit with a moment's hesitation when it came to dropping their briefs. In Tariq's presence, even Jay with his above-average endowment couldn't help feeling a little self-conscious.
Tariq, however, wanted a more personal touch when it came to disrobing.
"NOW you can undress me," he told Levi.
Levi couldn't hide his surprise. Mal and Jay had never asked him to do something like that.
"Do you need a step-by-step guide?" asked Tariq sarcastically.
Levi shook his head. He stood up, grasped the hem of Tariq's t-shirt and lifted it up and off. He caught his breath as the older boy's chiseled torso came into view.
Unlike the newly-shaven Levi, Tariq had a healthy sprinkling of fur on his chest and abs - though in his case the hair was black and coarse.
Mal and Jay were also slack-jawed at the sight of Tariq in nothing but his saliva-soaked briefs. At least Mal retained enough presence of mind to grab his phone from his discarded jeans and turn on the camera. "Do you mind if I -?"
"Knock yourself out," Tariq assured him, utterly unconcerned by the risk inherent in photos of this nature.
If anything, he seemed keen to put on a good show for the camera. Raising his arms, he interlocked his fingers behind his head to emphasize his hairy pits and brawny biceps.
For the second time, Levi reached out to peel down Tariq's briefs and, for the second time, he was prevented from doing so.
"Patience, bitch. I know you're gagging for my cock -" Tariq grinned as Levi flushed - "but I wanna see you put that tongue of yours to good use before I reward you with my bone."
Levi stared at him in consternation. Tariq jerked his head leftwards to a thick bicep and Levi took the hint. Standing on tiptoes and craning his neck, Levi was just about able to reach it with his outstretched tongue. As he delicately traced a bulging vein, Jay observed that Tariq's bicep was roughly the size of Levi's head!
"Now get in there," growled Tariq. Levi crinkled his nose in distaste but understood what was expected of him. He buried his face in Tariq's armpit, painstakingly licking clean the wiry hairs and getting a lungful (or several) of his manly scent.
"That's it ... get really stuck in there. Suck the sweat from my pits like a good little bitch," Tariq goaded him.
It was hard to tell if Levi's face was red because he was overcome by shame or because he wasn't getting enough oxygen. It was all so depraved (and Mal was filming everything!) yet Levi's erection had not gone down.
After what felt to Levi like an eternity of licking first one pit and then the other, he breathed a sigh of relief when he was finally permitted to move on to Tariq's massive pecs.
As a fitness enthusiast, Levi could appreciate Tariq's physique - at least that's how he assured himself that there was nothing gay about his admiration - and those pectoral muscles were exceptional. They were like two large slabs of ham, crowned by pepperoni-sized nipples. The meat metaphors were apt because Levi all but devoured them. Watching him ardently maul those tits - the first time he was able to get a visible reaction from Tariq - was unbelievably arousing. Mal and Jay had to slow down stroking their cocks or they would've cum right then and there.
Levi's tongue followed the deep valley between Tariq's abs, pausing at each ridge to slobber over his six-pack, then swirled around inside his belly button, and lastly slicked down the treasure trail that led into Tariq's briefs. He breathed over the cotton-covered bulge again and gazed up at Tariq for permission.
His expression made the older boy snort with derision. He'd never seen such an exquisite blend of hunger and humiliation, fervor and fear, longing and loathing ... hadn't believed it possible to depict all those conflicting emotions on one face.
He was yet to thrust his colossal cock inside Levi and already he had completely fucked the kid over.
"Alright, but lower them with your teeth," he told him.
Levi's face turned redder; Tariq had expertly slipped in another subtle bit of debasement. But Levi did as he was told, snagging the waistband of Tariq's briefs with his teeth and pulling them down.
Anaconda sprung out and whacked Levi right in the face with a very loud THUD. Levi was knocked off his haunches, landing on his ass with actual stars in his vision.
"Fucking hell, you could give a guy a concussion with that thing!" Mal said in wonder. His own 7-inch cock felt decidedly inadequate next to Tariq's, nearly twice the length.
Jay was more concerned. "Jesus, Levi! You okay?"
Levi nodded in a daze. The briefs had managed to conceal the true size and weight of Tariq's beast. Now out in the open, arching straight out from his crotch, there was no denying its mammoth proportions. Almost coal-black, it was bigger than Levi's entire forearm.
The fear became more prominent in the mix of emotions coursing through Levi.
"I-I dunno about this," he started to mumble, backing away from Tariq.
"That's bull, Levi. You know you want this." Tariq swung his hips forward and his overly-large genitalia hit Levi in the face again with a very solid THWACK.
"Christ it's so huge, it's not even human," babbled Levi. Jay genuinely worried whether the two impacts had scrambled his brain.
"Take it in your mouth, Levi. Open wide and suck on it. You know you want to."
"Please don't make me do this," whimpered Levi. "I don't know what came over me just now but I'm not gay."
"For fuck's sake, are we back to that same old horseshit? I'm not interested in your petty problems, Levi. I just want you to put that pretty mouth of yours to its proper use." Tariq advanced menacingly on Levi.
Nobody quite knew what it was that spurred Levi to open his jaws wide, not even the blond teen himself. Was it terror of being walloped again with Tariq's gigantic cock, or was it acceptance of his repressed desires?
Ultimately, it didn't matter. The only thing which did was that he engulfed Anaconda in his mouth, getting the entire head in the first swallow. His cheeks bulged obscenely, given the fist-like proportions of Tariq's dickhead.
The many hours of training in cocksucking (when Mal and Jay had forced him to practice on increasingly large dildos) had paid off, so he knew well enough to breathe through his nose. In spite of that, the sensation of choking was unavoidable as Tariq tried to fit more of Anaconda down Levi's throat.
Levi could deep-throat Jay's nine-incher with a little difficulty, but 13 inches was in a whole other league. Tariq was also thicker than Jay so there were two different dimensions to cope with.
His hands were frantically clutching at Tariq's muscular glutes as the older teen continued to cram his monster-dong down Levi's spasming throat.
"Uh, Tariq, I think you might want to let up a bit," Jay ventured as he watched Levi's face turn red, then purple, and finally verge on blue. There were still 3 inches of Anaconda left to feed him but Levi looked ready to pass out from lack of oxygen.
"Oh crap," said Tariq, noticing at last the state of his cocksucker, and stopped fucking his face. Levi immediately collapsed on the floor, gasping for breath and hacking up gobs of spit.
"I can't ... I can't," he cried, but to Mal and Jay it sounded like he was disappointed that he hadn't been able to deep-throat Tariq. They noted that, once again, he hadn't tried to free himself or even pushed back despite being on the brink of losing consciousness.
"It was a good first attempt," Tariq consoled him. "All of my cocksuckers struggle the first time, for obvious reasons. We'll get there eventually; if not tonight, then another day."
None of the other three boys challenged his presumption that tonight would not be a one-off.
"Besides," he continued, "I promise you all of this is going inside you, one way or the other.
"Now why don't you give my balls a nice tongue-bath, eh?"
"I can do that!" Levi declared and applied himself zealously to the task of swallowing one goose egg at a time and rolling it around in his mouth. At one point he tried doing both testicles simultaneously but it was too much for him and he had to spit them out.
"Can I ..." Levi hesitated, and then forged ahead. "Can I rim you instead? Please, sir?"
You could've knocked Mal and Jay down with a feather. Levi hated eating ass. Absolutely hated it! Requests for a rim-job, whether by one of them or a punter at the gay club, were always fulfilled with ill grace.
And yet here he was actually volunteering to do it. And had he just called Tariq "sir"? For real?
"Since you asked so nicely ..." Tariq agreed. "But I'm expecting the full works. I want my shithole sparkling clean when you're through it. No half-assed nonsense." He chuckled at his own joke, with Mal and Jay joining in.
"Yes sir," Levi vowed. There was that word again. Not a sub - yeah right!
Tariq turned around and the rest of the group saw for the first time, in the flesh, his breathtaking buttocks. They could have been sculpted out of granite.
Even Jay, who was a bottom by nature and only topped when necessary to demean Levi, fantasized about how it might feel to plow that magnificent ass. It was a pity that Tariq seemed to be an exclusive top. When Levi pried apart his cheeks (with a struggle - they were that firmly packed), they all caught a glimpse of Tariq's tiny, tightly puckered hole. Either he'd not been fucked in a long time, or he was holding on to his anal virginity.
Levi immediately dived in, licking up and down the hairy crack and then kissing the sphincter almost reverently. Then he buried his face deep inside the crack, feverishly working his tongue into the hole and slurping noisily on Tariq's anal juices.
Tariq cooed as he enjoyed his tonguing. "Oh yeah, that's it. Get right in there, bitch. You call that deep? Yeah, get your tongue all the way inside me. What a little slut you are, eating out another dude's ass like a fucking buffet. You loving it, huh? Tasting my shithole? Guzzling down my ass juices?"
"Mmph," mumbled Levi, never faltering in his rim-job.
"Damn, he's never been that enthusiastic about ass-eating before," Mal said aloud.
"Yeah, what the fuck have we been doing wrong?" asked Jay. He was remembering Levi's half-hearted felching when they ordered him to eat out Mal's load from his ass.
Tariq smiled at them. "I did say you guys could pick up a thing or two. It's not what you do; it's how you do it.
"Okay, Levi, time to show us what you're really capable of."
"Sir?"
"How more punishment that lily-white ass of yours can take. You only managed 10 inches of `Conda down your throat, but I'm not letting you get away with anything less than the full 13 up your ass."
Levi's eyes widened, although he shouldn't have been surprised. It was patently obvious that everything up to that moment had only been a taste of the main event: a butt-fucking by the largest cock he had ever seen.
Operation Anaconda was about to kick into high gear.
**************** To be continued ****************
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