Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2020 14:15:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Haven Tesla <haventesla@yahoo.com>
Subject: Levi's Secret - Levi's Secret Gig

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Levi's Secret Gig
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Jay and Mal dropped off an extremely nervous Levi at the university thirty
minutes before the life drawing class was due to start. Professor Giverny
had asked him to come early so they could go through the rules of posing
and prep for the class, although Levi had no idea what that might
entail. Posing in his birthday suit would be humiliating, but it didn't
sound like a very complex job requiring half an hour's coaching.

But it wasn't just posing for a classroom full of strangers that had Levi
so anxious. Right before driving off, Mal had sprung on him the punishment
he'd promised was due for Levi's short-lived resistance.

"You get a choice," declared Mal brightly, holding up a little blue pill in
one hand and an egg-shaped vibrator in the other. "One of these is going
inside you."

Levi stared at him in horror. "You can't be serious! I'll throw a boner!"

"No shit, Sherlock. You do have very limited self-control over that
straight-boy cock of yours."

"Please Mal, not this. Not tonight. Not in front of all those people! How
will I ever explain a hard-on to them?"

"You have an exhibitionist streak and it turns you on?" suggested
Jay. "After all, you did sign up to model nude. It won't be too much of a
stretch."

Levi whined, "C'mon guys. Give me a break."

"That's why we're offering you a choice, pal."

Jay suggested helpfully, "Maybe the vibrator will help keep our cum plugged
inside you."

Levi grimaced; on the drive up, Mal had pulled over into a layby, within
sight of the highway, so that they could double-stuff him bareback. As
vehicles whizzed by, Levi could only pray no one looked over to see a naked
jock bouncing on two cocks. More than one trucker had tooted his horn as he
drove past, which did nothing to assuage Levi's fears.

Despite his pleas, Mal and Jay both shot their loads up his ass and now
their spunk was churning around in his guts. He was going to have to keep
his asshole tightly clenched to avoid any embarrassing leakage.

"Please ..." Levi made one final attempt to appeal to their better natures.

Mal gave him a hard stare, and Levi knew he wasn't going to budge.

"The pill," he said in a defeated tone. At least it would take some time to
act, and it wouldn't (hopefully) spur him to an orgasm like the vibrator
was sure to.

"Good choice," said Mal begrudgingly. "Now open wide." He checked to make
sure Levi had swallowed it. "Now get out there, and do us proud."

Their laughter rang in his ears as he exited the vehicle.

Professor Giverny was already setting up when Levi arrived at the
designated classroom in the Schroeter Building. To his dismay, there were
two dozen easels set up around a brightly spot-lit platform at the center
of the room. His hopes of limiting his exposure to a smaller pool of people
had been well and truly dashed.

The professor seemed almost surprised to see Levi. He had half-expected the
teen to bail at the eleventh hour. He was exceedingly relieved, and more
than a little excited, that the boy had kept his promise. He wouldn't have
to rely on his imagination to envision what the hunky jock looked like
under his clothes for much longer.

He guided Levi to an alcove leading to a storage closet, which had a
makeshift curtain shielding it from the main space of the classroom.

"This is where you can get ready; there's a robe on the chair over there."
Levi could already tell, just by looking at it, that the robe was going to
be too short for him. Either the previous models were significantly shorter
than him or the professor was having fun at his expense.

He glanced back at the older man and saw that he remained standing in the
alcove, watching Levi keenly. Obviously, the teenager was to have no
privacy.

Sighing, Levi stripped off his clothes. He ignored the professor's sharp
intake of breath when his superb physique was revealed, and only hesitated
for a fraction of a second before peeling off his scarlet jockstrap (a
purchase by Jay). After all, he would very shortly be baring it all for an
even wider audience.

"I see you've taken my advice about manscaping to heart," Giverny observed
approvingly. "I wasn't expecting the shaved armpits but have to say they
definitely make for a clean sketch."

Levi felt even more naked without any body hair. His whole body had become
a lot more sensitive since the shaving. His nipples were like little
pebbles, hard enough to cut glass, while his not-quite-flaccid cock swung
pendulously from his bald crotch before he cupped it in his hand.

He hastily reached for the robe, for what little modesty it could provide,
but the professor stopped him. "Oh I don't think you'll need to cover up
just yet. We have to apply body oil before you get up on the platform."

He held up a bottle of baby oil with a flourish, squirted a copious amount
onto his hands and held them palm up expectantly.

Realizing that the professor planned to oil Levi up himself, the boy
resignedly stepped forward. Giverny was far from the oldest man Levi had
serviced, and he was consoled that, with students arriving in less than
half an hour, this encounter couldn't go nearly as far as those in the
backroom of the gay club.

"Place your hands behind your head," instructed the professor, and Levi
reluctantly uncovered his cock to lace his fingers at the back of his
scalp.

"And legs apart," added the academic, his voice thick with lust. He might
as well have been rubbing his hands together in glee. It wasn't every day
he got to put his hands on a youth as exquisitely handsome and
exceptionally toned as Levi.

The professor placed his palms on Levi's chest, noting with interest the
bullet-like aureoles; he knew from experience that nipples like those took
some work, and he'd never seen them on any straight man. Female partners
were simply not attuned to how erogenous their man's nipples could be.

He rather fancied the chances of this boy being queer.

He painstakingly rubbed the oil into Levi's pecs, cupping each of them in
turn and marveling at the firmness of the solid flesh. How he longed to
nibble on those tits, to take each of them into his mouth in turn and
suckle on them ferociously!

Then he took a moment to feel up the teen's bulging biceps and verify just
how smooth his hairless pits really were.

Next, the professor worked his way down to Levi's abs, which would not have
been amiss pictured beside the urban dictionary's definition of a
washboard. Giverny strummed that six-pack, all the more sensuous coated in
oil, like it was a grand piano. He was so masterful that Levi experienced a
rush of blood to his groin not due to the Viagra he'd swallowed.

And when he reached the boy's crotch ... well, you can bet the professor
was going to spend his own sweet time there. He crouched on the ground, his
face barely an inch away from Levi's tumescent cock, and massaged the oil
into his shaved pubic mound, his implausibly-cut iliac furrow, and the tops
of his beefy thighs. His greasy fingers passed right beside Levi's cock, at
its very root, beside his balls, but never actually touching the teen's
genitals.

Levi couldn't stand it. The whole process was so unbelievably
erotic. Giverny really knew his way around a man's body. Levi didn't need
to worry when the Viagra would kick in; the professor's tender attentions
were more than enough to make his cock stiff well before it did!

"Please ... professor," he whimpered in need. A glossy pearl of pre-cum
formed at the tip of his cock and just barely missed landing on Giverny's
trousers.

Ignoring him, the professor briskly ordered him to turn around instead. And
his magic fingers went back to work.

He reveled in the teen's strong back muscles. He ran his fingertips down
Levi's spine as the boy, now in the throes of horniness, subconsciously
humped the air in front of him. Then Giverny re-oiled his hands to start on
what was undeniably the most stupendous part of Levi's incredible figure:
his bubble butt.

With the boy facing away from him, the professor had no compunctions about
having his nose practically in Levi's ass-crack as he kneaded the muscular
globes on either side. He took in a deep whiff of the teen's natural musk,
a hint of sweat and ... cum? Yes, there was no mistaking that bleachy
scent. Emanating from his butthole?

Giverny's gaydar spun to 100.

As far as he was concerned, there was no longer any question about Levi's
sexual proclivities. He threw caution to the wind and let his fingers stray
into Levi's ass-crack, deep into the cleft and right inside the hole.

Levi let out a cry of protest at this uninvited incursion but Giverny paid
him no heed. He'd encountered the puffy sphincter, showing distinctive
signs of use, and his fingers were sticky with the twin loads Mal and Jay
had dumped inside Levi while parked in the layby.

"You didn't even clean yourself out after a fucking?" he asked the blushing
boy.

"I-I didn't have the time," stammered Levi. It seemed futile to pretend
that the professor didn't have the evidence of his multiple anal violations
on his fingers.

Giverny tutted. "Well, I never." Contempt oozed from his tone and Levi knew
the man had labeled him a gay slut, a boy-bitch.

He vigorously fingered the teen, freely adding digits until he had four
buried deep inside Levi to expertly massage his prostate. He figured there
was no need for restraint; the boy's ass swallowed up his fingers
easily. Levi burned with shame as the older man treated him like a cheap
whore. And as the anal stimulation ratcheted up, Levi feared the
inevitable.

"Oh God," groaned Levi. "Please don't, you'll make me..."

His voice trailed off as the professor's ministrations had their intended
effect. Levi shot his wad clear across the alcove.

"Now look at the mess you've made," remonstrated the professor. He reached
round the boy's front and grasped his erect cock for the first time,
fisting the fleshy tube to milk the last globs of cum. Levi cried out at
the roughness with which his sensitive, post-orgasmic dick was being
handled.

The professor stood up and presented his fingers to Levi. The cowed boy
understood what was expected of him and licked them clean of Mal and Jay's
spunk.

"Right, make yourself presentable and clean the floor. The students will be
arriving any minute now and I still need to show you your poses." And with
that the professor sailed out of the alcove, seemingly without a care in
the world, despite just having anally assaulted his teenaged model.

Levi numbly dried his cock the best he could with his jockstrap, also using
them to mop up his cum from the floor. There wasn't anything else to
hand. Then he pulled on the robe which, as he'd predicted, only came down
to the edge of his butt.

He fervently prayed that Mal and Jay would pick him on time and not leave
him to Giverny's mercy. God only knew what else the man might do to him
given the chance.

And he still had the damned Viagra to contend with!

Professor Giverny was waiting for him to help lift a draped divan onto the
platform. "Change of plan," he told the boy as they shifted the furniture,
with Levi painfully aware that his butt and ballsack were exposed any time
he bent over. "Knowing what I now know about you, there are some better
positions to pose you in."

Levi had been afraid of that. The man wanted to embarrass him publicly.

He almost sobbed in frustration. Did he have HUMILIATE ME written on his
forehead, or what?

As students began to file into the classroom, the professor instructed Levi
on the four different poses he was expected to take, for thirty minutes
each.

He would spend the first half-hour sprawled on the divan in a likeness of
the Barberini Faun, one arm behind his head to make sure everyone knew he
shaved his pits, and his legs spread facing the students so that there was
no hiding the similar state of his crotch.

"Oh you make an absolutely divine satyr," the professor assured him when he
practiced the provocative position, which was of no solace to Levi, who
felt unbearably exposed and dreadfully vulgar.

After that, he'd imitate the Dying Slave, standing with one arm reaching
over his shoulder to touch his back. Levi might not have known his
Michelangelo from his Bernini, but the irony of this particular sculpture's
title was not lost on him. Here he was, a sex slave ... dying of shame.

Then it was back to the divan for a serpentine position, mimicking some
dude named Laocoon. Levi hadn't the faintest clue who that was, but this
was another pose that hit home, depicting a muscular man straining every
sinew in a doomed struggle against a pair of sea snakes. Even as Giverny
described the sculpture to him, Levi's mind immediately flashed to the
tension in his body every time he had to simultaneously accommodate both
Mal and Jay's cocks in his ass. He wasn't going to need much imagination to
emulate Laocoon.

And lastly he was to assume the contrapposto, made famous by Michelangelo's
David. This was the only statue familiar to Levi (well, even he could not
have missed that one) and, after the first three positions, it was frankly
a relief to end the night on a relatively easy one.

Of course, the common theme running through all these variations was that
Levi's full-frontal nudity would be emphasized by every single pose. That
was intentional. Not for Levi the modest discus thrower with a bent knee
coyly shielding his jewels, or a demurely draped Augustus ad locutio.

No, this emperor had no clothes, and it was to be made obvious at every
turn. Levi was going to be balls-out the whole time.

It was going to make his Viagra-induced erection utterly impossible to
conceal.

"Right, it's almost time," declared Giverny, looking at the clock on the
wall. "Get into the first position," he told Levi and hopped off the
platform to his own easel.

As Levi draped himself over the divan, he saw his audience for the first
time. More than half of them were women, and Levi resolved to focus on them
to justify his inevitable erection. The males in the audience were
generally arty types, the kind Levi automatically assumed to be fags. You
had to be a fag to want to sketch another man in the buff.

And then, just as Levi was about to return his gaze to a particularly
attractive blonde girl at the front of the class, the last straggler walked
in.

Levi's heart stopped.

It was Tariq Johnston.

To Levi, it simply did not compute.

Tariq was a jock. A football player. One of the "bros". Perhaps the most
virile specimen of manhood Levi had laid eyes on.

What the fuck was he doing in a faggot's life drawing class? Surely he had
mistaken the room for Sports Science 101?

Levi was instantly disabused of that notion once Tariq greeted
Giverny. "Sorry I'm late, Prof."

"No, don't worry Tariq. We were just about to start. Take your place and
we'll get a move on."

Tariq got behind the easel directly in front of Levi. His eyes locked onto
the younger teen's and held them coolly.

A shiver ran down Levi's spine.

"Alright then, let's begin," the professor's voice broke into his thoughts,
but Tariq's gaze never wavered. Giverny's account of Laocoon's sea serpent
nemeses' self-assurance, knowing they would triumph for they had been sent
by the gods, echoed in Levi's ears.

Levi tore his eyes away with an effort and focused on the girl he'd settled
on. He could still feel Tariq's eyes boring into him, boring into his very
soul. It was like the older boy knew what he was.

He gave himself a shake. That wasn't possible. If Tariq even remembered
him, it was only as the scholarship student who'd stared too long at his
crotch, which any one would've done under the circumstances.

He didn't have long to stew. Fifteen minutes later, the Viagra began to
take effect and his cock began to fill with blood.

He desperately tried to think of unsexy things, willing his cock to go
down. He thought of how terrified he'd been when he was caught stealing the
test, how humiliated he'd been when he couldn't muster an erection with
girls, how painful it had been the first time he'd been double-penetrated.

Instead his mind kept returning to Tariq's eyes, and that mammoth cock
encased in sweaty, sheer compression shorts.

There was something seriously wrong with him.

Before the first pose ended, there was no denying he had a raging hard-on.
It was pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

There were whispers in the audience, and Professor Giverny felt he had to
address the issue.

"Sometimes the models can get a little, uh, excited. It's perfectly natural
and we should cut poor Levi some slack. After all he's very kindly
volunteered for this and I'm sure his, er, problem will disappear shortly.

"Now why don't we move on to the next position: the Dying Slave?"

Giverny shot him a pointed look, as if to say "cut it out."

Levi would've in a heartbeat if only he could.

As he stood up, Levi was acutely cognizant that his stiff cock stood out
like an iron rod at right angles to his trunk. Throwing one arm over his
shoulder to complete the pose just served to push it out further.

It was hard to tell which was a darker shade of crimson: Levi's face or his
cock.

Yep, Dying Slave was apropos indeed.

Half an hour later, there was a puddle of pre-cum on the floor. Levi had
spent that entire duration displaying his drooling hard-on to two dozen
college students (plus one professor), and he was beyond mortified. The
whispers had turned into chatter, and Levi's ears burned.

"Oh my God, I can't believe his boner hasn't gone down!"

"Must be a real narcissist to be getting off on his own body."

"It's a fantastic body though."

"Pity for such a good-looking guy to be gay."

"You think he's gay?"

"Either that or a pervert."

"Straight guys wouldn't shave everything off below the neck."

"Yeah even his pits are hairless."

"His boyfriend's a very lucky dude."

"Hmph! He probably has several `boyfriends'!"

Professor Giverny approached and bent down to hiss in his ear, "Doesn't
that thing ever go down? You just came not one hour ago!"

"I'm sorry," whispered Levi. "I can't help it."

They weren't quite done yet with the second pose and there was still two
more to go. Levi didn't know how long the effects of Viagra lasted but so
far his erection showed no signs of flagging.

Giverny straightened up. "Sorry class, but I think we're going to have to
give Levi some time to, uh, sort himself out." He jerked his head towards
the alcove where Levi had stripped out of his clothes and had his ass
fingered by the professor earlier that evening.

Levi couldn't believe it. Was he seriously asking him to jack off with a
classroom full of students on the other side of that flimsy curtain?

The professor glared at him, which Levi took to mean that he was, in fact,
serious.

Come to think of it, anything would be better than sporting a hard-on for
another hour.

He stepped down from the platform, in the process catching Tariq's eye
(which he'd been diligently avoiding for the preceding hour). The dark
brown pools shone with undisguised amusement. And was it just his
imagination or did Tariq give his own package a quick grope when Levi
glanced his way?

Levi didn't wait to confirm what he thought he'd seen; he hot-footed it to
the alcove without even pulling on the robe that lay neatly folded beside
the divan. At this juncture, modesty was an illusion.

Meanwhile the professor went from easel to easel, checking on his students'
work and trying to keep them occupied while Levi took care of his achingly
stiff cock.

Yanking the curtain across for a shred of much-needed privacy, Levi stared
down at his dripping erection and prayed that this would work.

Popping his fingers into his mouth, he got them slick with spit and then
shoved all four of them inside his hole. He could've gone with just one or
two digits but desperate times called for desperate measures and he was
ready to throw everything save the kitchen sink at his problem.

He was an old hand at anal play by now, and he located his prostate easily.

With his free hand, he grabbed his discarded jockstrap and shoved them into
his mouth to muffle his moans. His face twisted into a grimace as he tasted
the cold, slimy residue of his earlier orgasm on the underwear. He put it
out of his mind and dropped his hand to his cock to start stroking.

Please let this be quick and quiet, he pleaded.

Ironically, the Viagra had done half his job for him. He was already very
close to ejaculation and barely three minutes later, he spewed a second
load onto the floor.

He spat out his undies and used them to clean his dick, his fingers and
then the floor. He was panting from the exertion, and he realized he was
shiny with sweat and very likely reeked of cum.

He wished he hadn't left the robe on the platform; it wouldn't have offered
him any protection but at least he could've dried himself off with it. His
jockstrap was totally filthy at this point. So he picked up his t-shirt and
wiped his body with it. It was going to be sweaty and oily but that was the
least of his concerns right now.

There was nothing he could do about the smell but make a dash for the
platform and hope that no one along the way would catch a whiff of the
sex-funk.

"Well, that was fast," Giverny said in surprise. A few of the students
tittered and Levi heard the words "hair trigger".

"Thanks to Levi's very speedy action," the professor paused to allow his
students a chuckle at Levi's expense, "it looks like we're still on track
with the schedule if we pick up with the third pose."

As Levi contorted his body into Laocoon's tortured form, he realized that
his cock had not completely deflated despite cumming just moments
earlier. The fucking Viagra was still coursing through his veins! It wasn't
as painfully hard as it had been before he jerked off but he had no idea if
it would build up to another full boner before the hour was out.

Just sixty minutes, he beseeched, not unlike Laocoon had implored the gods
of ancient Greece to spare his sons, without success. It remained to be
seen whether Levi's entreaties would be more effective.

Suddenly he felt a trickle running down his inner thigh. He remembered with
horror that he still had two loads of semen swirling around in his guts
courtesy of Mal and Jay. Rooting about his insides to stimulate his
prostate must have loosened his sphincter, and his current position was not
doing him any favors either to keep the fetid juices contained.

He desperately clenched his asshole and prayed that no one would notice the
streak of cum at the back of his right leg.

His eyes fell on Tariq once more and he could've sworn the linebacker gave
him a knowing look. He swiftly looked away. The older teen's stare was just
so damned unnerving. What was up with that fucker anyway?

Another image of Tariq's monster cock came unbidden to his mind. That was
what was up with Tariq: that solid slab of meat he had in his pants. Levi's
gaze dropped downwards of their own accord, searching for the prominent
bulge in Tariq's jeans like a heat-seeking missile. Was it actually bigger
than it had been at the start of class, than what he'd seen squeezed into
those compression shorts on the football field a week earlier? Had Tariq
grown an erection of his own from witnessing a naked and aroused Levi
disgrace himself in front of the whole class? Or was it because he could
tell that Levi had been anally violated multiple times that evening?

Levi caught himself. What the hell was he even thinking? He was supposed to
be concentrating on preventing another stiffy, not trying to gauge whether
other guys' dick lumps had grown larger! That was just going to have the
opposite effect!

Wait - had he just assumed that eyeing up another guy's junk would make him
throw a boner?

Fuck that shit! He wasn't queer. He wasn't going to get hard just by
looking at Tariq's super-sized package. He defiantly fixed his gaze on the
older boy's crotch and dared his cock to do its worst.

It gave a twitch and he immediately looked away. That had nothing to do
with desire, he told himself. It was just the Viagra working.

Nevertheless, he kept his eyes firmly elsewhere for the rest of the
class. Purely as a precautionary measure, you understand.

Levi wasn't exactly doing a stellar job of fooling anyone, let alone
himself.

And things would only get worse.

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To be continued
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