Date: Wed, 17 Jun 2020 17:54:02 +0000 (UTC)
From: Haven Tesla <haventesla@yahoo.com>
Subject: Levi's Secret Life - Levi's Secret Crush

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Levi's Secret Crush
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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.

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To be continued
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