By tonyp (tonyp@Jockuniversity.zzn.com)
"Raymond and Dante's Stud Video" (R&D #6)

The pool party featuring 4 unbelievably hunky football studs, 2
college, 2 high school, plus me was about to take a new turn as big
buffed Gene went inside to get Coach Perry's videocamera.  I felt a
little weakness due to the uncertainty, and as if sensing it, Raymond
came up to me and got in front of me.  His handsome, tanned face got
right up against mine, and I looked into his eyes.  He looked tough, in
control, a total top.  "Ready to get it on with the big boys, liittle
girly boy?"  I nodded, and he slightly smiled.  "We're gonna make a few
scenes and have a little fun, buddy boy, but you're into it, right?" 
Again I nodded, smelling a trace even yet of his Calvin cologne,
focusing on the thin gold chain around his strong, bronzed neck and
which gleamed in the sunlight.  The cut between his twin pecs was very
deep.  He spoke again, and I looked into his eyes again: "We're workin'
on a little business here, makin' vids for guys like you, we made a
couple so far and we're developin' a fan base, and it might get a little
kinky, right?  We're gonna get a little wet, bud.  But it's all in
fun..."-he now had his huge hands on my shoulders and massaged a bit,
which felt great but further weakened me, making my heart beat a little
faster-"and remember, hoover, whatever turn the fantasy takes, we're
gonna take care of ya, that's for fuckin' sure."  He now got
nose-to-nose with me and said, "Right, girl? Say yeah, babe."  With
effort I got out the affirmative, and he rewarded me with his dazzling
smile, which made my dick throb all by itself, which he noticed,
punching his knee into my erection and winking at me as he felt its
size-and then he moved slowly, as if to kiss me-would he actually do
that, kiss me, in front of his buddies?  Our lips met, and I downright
sighed, the feeling was so awesome to be kissed by such an incredibly
stud hunk.  "Mmmmm," he sighed softly, deep in his throat, as if he
really cared about me, which turned me on further.

Gene came out from the house with the camera and. noticing Raymond
kissing me, and playing with my head with his strong hands, hollered
out, "Stick it in, Ray buddy!  Turn him on!"  Dante and Tim laughed a
little, but Raymond kept probing the inside of my mouth and strongly
held me in his powerful athletic hands.  As the kiss continued he moved
his hands down the sides of my body and reached my briefs, which were
amazingly tented up.  Raymond noted this, grinned just a little and
slightly laughed, and squeezed a few extra drops of precum out of my
erection.  "Atta girl," he said, pulling back from my face; looking at
his buddies, he stated, "He's ready to go right fuckin' now!  Look at
that boner he's throwin'!"

"Wet one, too," added Tim with a knowing, self-satisfied smile.  These
guys knew the effect their bods had on people, and they were into it.

"Here's the camera, man," Gene said, handing it to Raymond, always the
man in charge.  Raymond took it and handed it to me.  "You film us
first, baby girl.  Just let it flow naturally and follow me.  Begin with
me and you'll see."  I obediently took the videocam and pointed it at my
idol, who went inside, followed by his pals, leaving me alone.
In a couple of minutes the jocks returned, hair neatly slicked and
gelled, wearing very form-flattering tight t-shirts (Raymond in a
tanktop that read COLT), that drew attention to their muscular torsos,
real muscle-huggers with some nice sexy lycra built in, snug-fitting
shorts, dark sunglasses that had the effect of making them look tougher
and sexier, and baseball caps-the two on the heads of Dante and Gene
said A&F, Tim's bright red cap read USMC, while Raymond's read,
appropriately, STUD.  Dante and Tim hauled a cooler full of beer, while
Gene had what looked like a plastic bottle in his hand.  "OK, guys,
leave it to me," began Raymond.  "I'm pickin' this up where the last
tape left off.  Just leave it to me and go where I lead you."  With this
he went to each jock and said, "Deal, bud?," then did the bump-your-fist
move with them.  The jocks were now a male-bonded team under their macho
leader.
Raymond hustled his buddies together into a setup with Gene and Tim
standing behind a seated Dante.  The guys primped their hair a little,
each throwing a muscular arm back, which revealed gorgeous ripples of
mid-section muscle as well as huge, strong biceps.  "OK, Del babe, get
ready to go.  Put the camera up close on me...on the count of five, turn
it on."
I did as I was told and started recording.  Raymond spoke to the camera:
"Hey, athletic fans, what's up, this is your musclebuddy Raymond sayin'
me and the boys are keepin' it hard and strong from sunny southern
California, west coast capital of hunky muscleguys.  Got my gym buddy
Dante with me again, plus a couple of new big boys from the gym that I
know you're gonna fuckin' love for you to meet, plus later, a special
guest.  She's doin' the camera right now.  Hey, come up here, Dante, my
man."  Dante moved up to beside Raymond, putting his arm around him,
buddy style, his hand beginning to rub his pal's muscular upper arm. 
"Look at this big virile guy, bustin' out of that muscleshirt.  Nice 'n
tight, right man?"
"Hell, yeah," replied Dante, but without smiling.  His tough guy look
was mighty fine as he stood there bursting out of his navy blue
bodyshirt.
"Feelin' virile today?  Like a fuckin' stud man?"
"Fuckin' A." Dante snuggled a little closer and his hand roamed a little
more possessively and affectionately over Raymond's outrageously huge
upper body that strained studly against the Colt tanktop.  Raymond's
arms were hugely muscular and manly and on display for all to see and
enjoy.
"We been keepin' up our liftin' since the last video, as our fans can
see-give 'em a little flex show, man, but try not to rip your shirt off,
okay?" Raymond added with a little laugh.  Dante needed no further
guidance.  He did a double bicep pose and held it; the lycra/cotton
shirt strained as his mighty upper chest pumped out and his ripped
midsection made indentations in the clingy material.  "Yeah, man, check
him out-a real muscleboy, damn right," continued Raymond, who then put
his hand on Dante's right bicep.  "Lookat the size of the
motherfucker-zoom that camera in, girl."  I obeyed and filmed the sight
of Dante's huge, vasular bicep with Raymond's hands virtually caressing
it.  "Here, lemme pull this sleeve back to show it all off."  Raymond
accomplished this and talked sexy talk as he almost primped and primed
the manly muscle.  "That is a fuckin' MAN's bicep-how big now, buddy?"
"A genuine 18 inches,," said Dante with macho pride, enjoying the feel
that Raymond was copping.  "And growing," he added with satisfaction.
"I think you're drinkin' fuckin' testosterone shakes."
"Yeah, but mostly just pumpin' big and livin' large every fuckin' day." 
Dante kept moving his arm and showing off its muscle as I used the
camera to capture this smug young stud.  I felt very wet in my briefs.
"All right, now, that is fuckin' great.  But let's meet out two other
boybabes, new to our viewing audience...come on up here, you studs."  Gene
and Tim muscled up in front of the camera, Dante getting behind them,
inbetween them, and putting one strong arm around each, so that his big
hand touched their upper pecs.  They were wearing similar tight shirts
but were, though it seemed incredible, slightly bigger and more defined
than Dante, who was, after all, "only" a high school studboy, though of
the most awesome sort.  Gene had a 
nice looking light yellow bodyshirt on that accented his tan as well as
his huge pecs, while Tim's was a dazzling pure white that, set against
his deep, rich, incredibly bronzed skin, almost made him glow.  Dante's
was a light blue, very, very tight and muscle-revealing.  The two guys
smirked as Raymond did his rap, lightly petting their muscular pectorals
as he talked his sexy talk.

"Jock fans, these are two southern California college football
players-they sure as hell look it, don't they, boys?--but we won't
mention the name, don't wanna get these guys in any NCAA trouble or
nothin'.  Me and Dante met 'em in South Beach last year when we summered
down there at a Hardbody party and we hit it off right away, know what
we mean?  This is 100% All American virility here.  They're in the
process of gettin' discovered but they wanna finish their football
careers, ya know, kick some ass on the field and enjoy the whole team
male bonding thing a little while longer, and who knows, maybe they'll
go pro.  If not, well, hell, they got some fans to take care of 'em, who
appreciate their manly assets, right guys?"  Throughout this talk
Raymond had been feeling up their chests, a process in which his own
enormous arms were flexing sexily.

"Yeah, we do all right," said Tim with a faint grin.

"Say, guys, turn to the rear and let your new videofriends see what
ass-ets I got in mind."  The jocks obliged as I held the camera steady,
though I felt awfully weak in the presence of such showoff studs.  Their
shorts showed off their classic football player rear ends, huge, round,
muscular.  Raymond took advantage of the opportunity.

"One look at these tight ends and a lot of girls are wettin' their
panties and more than a few guys are leakin' into their fruity briefs. 
Yep, the rear view ain't half bad, right, guys?  Hey, Miss Camera Lady,
close in on these stud asses"-I gladly obliged-"ummmm, yeah, it's great
to feel those babies"-he knelt down and rubbed their asses, which the
boys began moving around in response to his rubbing-"these guys are
STUDS with a capital 'S' all right.  Now, Camera Girl, move that lens up
to record these guys backs.  This is what they fuckin' mean by
'V-shape.  Flex it, my men."  The studs obliged with various rippling
maneuvers, and their mountainous shoulder blades made the stretchy
material work overtime to keep their male gorgeousness contained.  I got
some good shots of their cleancut necks with the thin gold chains around
them.  I was at full mast with these scenes I was recording.

"Now, all good things gotta come to an end, guys, so get over here,
Dante buddy, get between these studs, yeah, that's right."  Dante now
moved inbetween Gene and Tim and put his arms around his gym buddies to
form a closely-knit threesome, Raymond sort of withdrawing to the side. 
By now the guys were all smiling, occasionally laughing, revealing their
pure white teeth which looked fine against their dark stud tans.  "We
gotta have somebody man this camera before we fuckin' move to the next
part of the program, and it's gonna be you, Dante.  We saw a lot of you
in the last video anyway.  So listen, Gene and Tim, say bye-bye to our
big guy here.  Give him a real studybuddy goodbye."

The guys looked at each other, grinned, and faced toward Dante.  Each
took a big hand and began caressing Dante's pec.  "You are gettin' too
fuckin' big for your shirt, bud," said Tim, laughing.  

"Yeah, babe, you're too sexy for your shirt," threw in Gene, laughing
and making Dante laugh at the dumb-sounding but provocative statement. 
"What the hell are you doin' coverin' up, anyway?  You're fuckin' built
and your know it, man, put on a show, get 'em wet!  You're makin' it
hard for 'em ya know."  

"Yeah, man, work on your tan, I mean, you're dark, but not as dark as
us, take it off, here, we'll give ya an assist," chimed in Tim, totally
laughing now.  He and Gene got no resistance from Dante, also all
handsome smiles, as they pulled his shirt out from under the shorts. 
Dante to my surprise took the lead as they rolled the material up to
just beneath his pecs.  This revealed his nicely formed six pack. "Hey,
look here, the guy is fuckin' ripped!  Ripped to the bone!  Lean mean
muscle machine!  Check out that stud six pack."  Gene grinned from ear
to ear as Dante took one finger and lightly traced some of the
indentations of muscularity that Gene, like so many young studs these
days, had spent a lot of time working to create and loved to show off. 
"That is sexy, man.  Lotsa guys get some biceps and pecs, but only the
real studs of the stud carry it all the way to the ab area.  You're a
real live freakin' stud.  How'd you get so ripped in the midsection,
buddy?"

"Me and Tim got serious about our abs after we hung out in South Beach
and saw what the competition was doin' with their bods.  Unreal ab boys
down there-studder than hell.  Gotta keep up, 'specially with our
modeling careers in mind."

"Hey, camera girl, zoom in on these abs, whattaya say," ordered
Raymond, and I obliged.  Gene's strip of Versace brief looked good
against the tanned ripples of his abdominals, which I captured close
up.  Meanwhile Tim and Dante finished the job of getting Gene to a
shirtless state.  Gene put his A&F baseball cap on backwards in the
now-classic youthful jock look.  They guys looked like they stepped
right out of the famous catalog with its celebration of ripped,
handsome, tanned young jocks in a variety of sexy poses, especially
together with their teammates.

"Are you naturally clean, man, or do you shave your chest?" asked Tim
with a laugh.  Gene grinned and coyly shrugged.  "Whatever, bud, you
have got one sexy lookin' male body."

"Give our audience a little flexin', Gene," ordered Raymond.  Dante and
Tim backed off to join Raymond in the background while Gene did a double
bicep that showed his strong peaks as well as his huge upper body,
smiling a killer smile of macho pride as he showed off his stud bod, yet
a friendly one overall.  "Now say so long to our friend before he takes
over the camera,, guys, one at a time."

Dante went over to Gene and patted him on the head, getting his face
close to the football stud's.  "Stay hard, buddy, keep getting bigger,"
he said, rubbing Gene's pecs a little.  "Damn, you're solid."  He moved
back and Tim, Gene's longtime best buddy, came up.

"You look fuckin' good enough to eat, stud," Tim said, taking hold of
Gene and, as if in a romantic movie, slowly moving his face down for the
kill of kissing contact.  "Open up."  Tim then began kissing
Gene-Raymond nudged me and pointed, so I moved in for a closeup of
cleancut, handsome faces making love to each other.  My camera followed
the strong hands of the two jocks as they caressed each other's massive
shoulders as the kiss continued.  "Mmmmm," murmered Tim as he
reluctantly pulled away.  "That tastes great.  You smell fuckin' good,
kid.  We are definitely hookin' up later on."

Raymond moved up and lighly shoved Tim aside, asserting his leadership
of the film "project."  "So long, Gene buddy, thanks for your good
contribution.  We'll be back with scene two in just a minute."  Raymond
looked toward the camera and winked.  Waiting a few seconds, he then
said, "OK, cut the thing off and we'll start the second round-you're
gonna star in it, Delbert, you horny little queer.  That was hot, guys,"
he said in praise, giving each a jock lovepat followed by a little
caress.  "Off to a stud start.  Now we gotta set up this next
scene-Delbert,girl, put three chairs side by side here by the table and
then the cooler over there.  Where the fuck's that suntan lotion?"  Gene
picked it up.  "Put it on the table there so we'll be ready."  With
faith in whatever vision Raymond had in his handsome topman head, the
other jocks obeyed their captain's orders.  Raymond, Tim, and Dante sat
in the three chairs with Tim, the biggest and darkest, looking awesome
in his muscle-hugging white t-shirt, in the center.  Three gods,
together, ready to do-what?  Raymond suddenly barked out, "OK, Gene, get
the camera; Del, you stand over by the cooler off-camera and just
fuckin' do what you're told like always, right buddy?"  I nodded. 
"That's my girl!" Raymond replied, rewarding me with his killer smile. 
"You're gonna fuckin' get what you need as a reward, guaranteed. 
Feedin' time's comin', ya hungry faggot.  Now let's start the second
half in which we're gonna fuckin' SCORE!  We are about to GET OFF!  Del,
you worthless faggot, you are gonna get FED!  By REAL MEN!"  Raymond put
his arms around his two pals, the three chairs being bunched together as
close as they could so as to allow this.  Since they were in shorts, the
afforded a fine view of their very strong, athletic legs.  All the
football practice and lifting had made these very, very muscular legs
indeed.  I noticed as I really hadn't before that their legs were all as
shaved as the rest of their muscular bodies and were also as tanned as
the rest, too.  These guys worked very hard at attaining that superstud
look.  They were totally in to looking the part of the stud jocks they
were.

"Alright, Gene, start the filming of part two of this fuckin' epic," 
ordered Raymond.

"OK,, here it goes," said Gene, turning on the camera and pointing it
toward Raymond.

"Damn, what a fine fuckin' day," began Raymond.  "It's great to relax
before the big game tomorrow.  Thanks for comin' by, Tim my man."  With
this Raymond's arm moved down just a little to feel up Tim's massive
pec.  "Gonna give your sore muscles a little massage, yeah."

"Sure, man," Tim replied, uncertain of where this was supposed to
lead.  

Raymond picked up the ball at once.  "You won't believe what happened
at school to me and Dante today, Tim man-this freakin' faggot got all
excited just fuckin' lookin' at us in a class."

"Hell, the guy shot his load in has pants just 'cause Ray here felt his
leg up a little after he saw him checkin' him out," said Dante, shaking
his head and looking contemptuous.  "What a freak."

"Of course the fact that you guys were about to pop out of your
muscleshirts and burst out of your ass-huggin' jeans didn't have
anything the fuck to do with it, now, did it?" asked Tim with a grin and
a look at his two friends, who smiled back.

"We're always fuckin' showin' off our bods, man, I mean, why the hell
not?  Ya get laid quicker!"

"You got that fuckin' right!" replied Dante.  "You can never get too
much action."

"I remember my older brother sayin' to me when I had just put on some
real muscle, just before the summer when I was 16, "This summer, don't
wear a shirt, EVER-just wear shorts.  Girls love it!  You get laid
quicker!"

"Yeah, my cousin told me that guys who never went without their shirts
on were fags!  Happiness is takin' your shirt off!"  Dante couldn't
suppress a smile at this.

"We met up with the twins later and took the fag to Coach Perry's
office to introduce him to cocksuckin' 101, at which I gotta admit he
fuckin' excelled.  A real start student of how to please studs!  Michael
and Anthony were fuckin' impressed, and they promised to tell all the
guys on the team about our new little sucker mascot.  Anyway, I told the
little queer to get the hell over here and serve us this afternoon, so
we'll have some fun with him, bash him around a little bit, get his
rocks off for him..."

"...and our own, too," interrupted Tim, putting his hand on Raymond's
muscular thigh and petting it a little, in response to Raymond's petting
of his pumped-up pec.  "Hey, is this the guy you mentioned comin' in
now?"

"Sure the fuck is.  Come on in, girly, meet another one of my football
buddies."  In response, I walked over toward the three studs, cockily
sitting there and looking absolutely fantastically macho.  I was shaking
with fear/lust in the presence of these handsome, barechested, bronzed,
muscular gods, wondering what they had in store.  I felt, as was now
common enough, so utterly weak in their muscular, masculine presence.  I
was half hard as I often was when with these macho alpha males.  "C'mon,
Del girl, we ain't gonna beat the shit out of ya..."

"...unless we fuckin' feel like it," added Dante, with a tough guy look
that he held for a few seconds, until it turned into a smirk.

"Del, meet Tim, local college football stud, one helluva fuckin' cool
jock."

Tim put his hand out to shake-what an enormously powerful arm he
had!--and took hold of mine.  His grip was sexily powerful and he hung
on, causing my dick to fill up more.  "So you're a fan of the big boys,
huh?"  Breathless with excitement, I could only nod.  "You're lookin'
pretty gay today, kid."

Raymond grinned at the line and picked it up.  "Yeah, that's fuckin'
right, when I got in the classroom and saw his little eyes light up when
he caught a glimpse of me, I said to myself, 'that is the fuckinest gay
boy I have fuckin' seen since gettin' cruised all the fuckin' time in
South Beach last summer.'"

Dante liked this, and so added his contribution.  "And you still look
fuckin' gay.  Where the fuck are you muscles, little girl?"  My dick
throbbed with excitement as these top hunks had their fun.

"Now you be nice to our gay young blade, stud man," said Raymond. 
"Del, go get us some fuckin' brews."  I moved to the cooler in obedience
and brought them to them.

"Don't just fuckin' stand there you silly faggot, open 'em up!" said
Dante with an angry, impatient tone.  I popped the cans and handed them
to them, Dante grabbing his with disdain.

"Here's to gettin' big," said Raymond, and the guys all chugged down
their beers in one slake, holding up their powerful arms as they did
so.  Gene moved the camera in a little to capture the ripples of
muscularity as they chugged down their beers.  "Mmmm, gonna get loose
here, have some fun-right, Del?  Ready for a little fun, you fuckin'
jerk?  Hey, go get yourself a beer along with another round for us
studs."  I obeyed of course, handing each of the jocks a second can
while holding on to my own.  "Don't fuckin' drink yours yet, just
wait."  The guys again swallowed their beers in one gulp.  Raymond then
popped open the can.  "Ya thirsty, Del girl?  Are you much of a beer
drinker?  Answer me, sweetie."  I shook my head, it being the best I
could do.  "I fuckin' thought not.  We got a virgin here in the beer
department, too."

"What a fuckin' queer," Dante said, staring at me.  I felt a wave of
intimidation, though I still totally trusted my god Raymond.

"I'm gonna give you a taste of what real guys drink, fuckin' beer,
little Del," Raymond said with a smile.  He motioned to me to come sit
at his feet.  "No, you dumb fuck faggot, fuckin' kneel," Raymond
ordered, and I obeyed.  This subsurvient position produced smiles from
Tim and even Dante.  "Here's your fuckin' beer, girl," Raymond said.  He
then sloshed about a third of the can all over my face.  I was shocked
at the feel of the beer on my cheeks and slightly blinded.  Tim and
Dante, surprised, loved it and howled with deep-sounding laughter.

"Fuck yeah!  Give the fag a beer shower!  Fuckin' drown him!  Flood
him!" Dante yelled, excitedly.  Raymond with a big grin took my head in
his hands and snapped my neck back, so I was looking straight up at
him.  "Open up that cocksuckin' mouth."  He then proceeded to pour the
beer into my mouth.  I was able to get some of it but quickly gagged,
and anyway, Raymond soon directed the poor deliberately onto my face and
hair.  I was soaked with the liquid that jocks downed by the keg when
they were warming themselves up at a party and enjoying each other's
muscular company.  I shook a little not only from the cold of the beer
and from a feeling of fear.  What were these guys going to do to me?

Dante leaned over me now.  "What a fuckin' faggot.  Look at this
shitface.  What a freakin' mess."  

Tim suddenly appeared, holding a water bottle.  "This dirty little girl
needs to be cleaned up."

"Yeah, she's a filthy little gal, wash her up," said Raymond with a
smile.  Tim then pointed the water bottle at my face and sueezed bursts
onto my face to wash the beer off.  In the process, though, my head got
thoroughly soaked, and the pressure from the water.  I gagged a little
which the studs seemed to enjoy. "Don't fight it, girl, ya gotta be
cleaned up for Tim's interrogation of you."  I didn't know what that
meant, of course.  Finally the uninvited shower stopped.  Raymond took
his hand and rubbed all over my face.  This gradually helped make the
water get disposed of, as did the heat of the California sun.  "Sit in
this chair, Del," Raymond ordered.  I found myself facing Tim, the wet
dream of wet dreams, with his USMC baseball cap, skin tight white
t-shirt with muscles bursting through, macho arms, and deep, dark tan. 
"Now, you're gonna get questioned here by our drill officer.  Go at 'er,
Tim.  Ask the fag anything you wish."

Tim looked me in the eye, and I saw that he was staring at me, trying
to think of what to say.  It didn't take long.  "So, Delbert, Ray here
says you were makin' eyes at him in class.  You were cruisin' his bod. 
Is that right?  Fuckin' answer me!"

"Yes," was all I could get out.  This got a slight smile from Tim.

"You mean instead of payin' attention to your fuckin' teacher, you were
checkin' out Dante's shoulder blades and Ray-man's 18-inch biceps?"  I
meekly nodded, which made Tim grin a little.

"And what did you like about Ray here?  What made your faggot eyes
visually caress his bod?  His muscles, or maybe his tan?"  I nodded. 
"We fuckin' thought so.  And you liked his gym buddy Dante too?"  Again
I nodded and was rewarded by a little hint of a smile.  These guys were
all so devastating when they smiled.  On top of their tans, muscles, and
penchant for tight clothes that showed off their hard-earned builds,
they knew how to light up their faces with sexy, self-confident smiles
that said, hey, I'm a stud, I fuckin' know it, I fuckin' love it. 
Whenever they moved, they were so pumped up, and their clothes were so
tight and muscle-hugging, they just rippled.  They were unbelievalbe
packages of male sexual beauty, and they were a tight-knit pack.  They
enjoyed drilling girls and being sex objects and having their way with
guys like me, but they also, I had learned, got into each other's
muscular bodies and handsome looks.  Seriously.  This made them all the
more exciting.

"Now tell me, did you later get it on with these dudes?  Ya know, did
you, like, have sex with 'em?"  I nodded.  "Say it!"

"I...I had sex with them."

"Who?  We gotta get these facts straight, ya know."

"Dante, Raymond, and two other guys, Anthony and Michael."

"You mean those twin muscleguys on Dante and Raymond's football team?"

"Yeah."

"Now tell me, what exactly did you do?  What I think you did?"  I was
silent, not knowing what to say, reddening a little at the implicit
humiliation of this "interrogation."

"Tell Tim what the fuck you did, you stupid queer!" said Dante, looking
handsomely tough.  He punched me in the arm, not really hard, but hard
enough to sting, a sort of ritualistic hit that said, I can fuckin' hit
you whenever I fuckin' please 'cause I fuckin' own you.

"No, I'LL tell you, Timothy my man," broke in Raymond, who came up
behind me and put his hands around my neck.  He began rubbing my neck
and upper chest a little. "He gave us all head.  That's fuckin'
right-this gay young blade got down on his faggot knees and gave us all
fuckin' blowjobs.  Ain't that right, girl?"  I nodded weakly; I was
feeling a leak in my pants from my throbbing dick.  "And tell Tim-did
you swallow?"

"Yes," I managed to get out.  This got a reward of a caress from
Raymond and even a little kiss on my neck, to my surprise. "That's my
girl!" he whispered in my ear as he gave it a little kiss, too.

"And what did you think of the taste?"  asked Tim, now not able to
contain himself, laughing at the whole thing.  His face glowed as he
smiled.

"He fuckin' fuckin' LOVED it, that's what!" said Raymond loudly. 
"Ain't that fuckin' right?"

"Yeah."

"Say it proud, little girl!"

"I-I loved it."

"What the fuck do you love doin'?"

"I like g-g-giving head."

"To who?"

"To jocks like you."

"Good girl!"  said Raymond.  He now pulled my head to his and kissed me
strongly on the lips, his tongue getting inside my mouth.  He was
training me to behave in a certain way, and if I did what I was to do, I
would get a reward.  I just about liked his kissing better than anything
else at this point.  I still couldn't quite believe he would do it in
front of his macho friends.  But then I remembered that they, too,
kissed each other.  Apparantly their name-calling of me and insulting
language didn't quite mean exactly what it might have appeared on the
surface.  It was, rather, a part of the game of sorts they played, the
game of "I'm a Stud, Here's What Studs Do."  I had heard them brag about
scoring with girls, and it seemed clear this was important to them, but
it also seemed clear they enjoyed each other's muscular company the
most.  They bragged to each other about girls they had scored with as if
they were sports trophies they had won.  I wondered what else they
did.with each other besides massaging their buddies' muscles and kissing
their pals' handsome, tanned faces.

Raymond brought me back from my thoughts with an order, "Now, face the
camera-get a closeup, Gene buddy-and tell our viewers what you like to
do with athletic guys."

"I like to give head."

"What fuckin' else?  Elaborate, faggot."

"I like to suck cock."

"There ya go!"  Raymond said with a huge grin, rewarding me with a
powerful squeeze of affection.

"And what do you think of your new acquaintance Tim here?"

"I think he's-he's incredible."

"Kinda makes you wanna be in a barracks full of marines, right?"

"Uh, that would be great."

"Well, hell, girl, why wait.  Wanna get it on with him? Like fuckin'
now?"

Tim now moved in and looked me face to face.  He had a slight smile
which reassured me.  "Ya want somethin' from me, bud?  Tell your man
what you want."

"Come on, girl," said Raymond, still caressing me, right behind me,
letting me feel all over my upper body his powerful young musculature. 
He was luring me deeper and deeper into a particular role in the lives
of him and his athletic pals.

"I-I want to give you head," I managed to get out.  

"Wanna suck my DICK?  My cock?  Wanna feel my muscles all over?"

"Yes."

"HELL, yeah, he fuckin' wants to," chimed in Dante.  "That is what he
was fuckin' born to do.  A first-class cocksucker.  A faggot and a
half.  A jocksniffer."

"Ya think Tim looks hot in his t-shirt?" asked Raymond with a grin. 
"Like the way it hugs his muscle?  Ya know, they're makin' shirts now
that have a little stretchy fabric in 'em so as to really show off a
well-built man.  We got a lotta connections in South Beach and West
Hollywood and get all the tight clothes we want.  The new thing is gonna
be video catalogs, and we're gonna model in 'em.  Tim's shirt is a
classic but with a little lycra it really draws attention.  Think he
looks stud in it?"

"Y-yeah," I forced out.  I looked down at Tim's poweful, veiny, bulging
arms.  Raymond noticed the path of my eyes.

"Kiss his bicep, girl," he ordered with a smile.  He didn't need to
pressure me.  Tim, picking up the cue, flexed his huge, manly bicep.  I
gladly moved toward it and worshipped this icon of macho maleness with a
kiss on this rock-hard mountain of macho with an exciting vein at the
peak of it.  No bodyfat problem for this hunk and a half.  Tim couldn't
help grinning from ear to ear at the attention; even Dante was relaxedly
smiling now.

"Look at his fuckin' hardon," observed Dante matter-of-factly.  "What a
queer."

"Now, what's wrong with this picture?"  asked Raymond rhetorically. 
"Here it is a beautiful sunny day and ya got three athletic guys who
still have their freakin' shirts on!"

"Yeah, you're right, we gotta get dark," said Tim.  "We gotta look good
for the victory party tomorrow night after the game."

"Get dark!  What the fuck you talkin' about?  You are so fuckin' tanned
it is unreal," said Raymond to the USC football god in front of him, who
handsomely smiled in reply.

"You can never be too dark or too big," the stud replied.

"Now THAT is the creed of our posse."

"Plus you can never get laid too much," chimed in Dante.

"That's fuckin' right too," conceded Raymond. "Dante, bud, we gotta
catch up with this guy.  Whattaya say we get down to our tannin'
clothes?"  With this, the three jocks stood up-I was sort of shoved to
the back-and Gene recorded their striptease act.  They stretched and
stretched as if awakening from sleep, and the tightness of their shirts
provided some great looks.  Raymond moved in front of the camera and
flexed his strong arms, visible through his tanktop, for benefit of the
viewers.  "Check it out, man," he said to the camera, flexing and
grinning.  Each hunk slowly pulled up his shirt to reveal the
musculature of his midsection.

"Hey, wait a sec, line up, let the viewers at home decide who has the
fuckin' best abs."  The boys, with shirts pulled up but still on, stood
as if in a bodybuilding contest, in a row, abs side by side.  They were
unreal.  Tim's was definitely an 8-pack and was probably the best, given
he had a little head start plus the benefits of a college weight
program.  After this display of rippling abdominal muscle flexing, the
shirts rather slowly came off, then the shorts.  The three guys each
wore white briefs, Tim wearing Versace, Dante and Raymond Calvins.  The
whiteness looked fine next to the bronzed skin.  Each stud's endowment
filled up the pouch of the briefs sexily.

"Now bring us that tannin' lotion, girl," Raymond said to me.  I
brought it over.  He looked at me a second, getting an idea.  "Ya know,
you are the palest guy here, Del babe.  Where's your tan?  No muslces,
no tan.  What the fuck is your problem?  You need this worse than we
do.  Get the fuck over here."  I moved closer to my idol.  "Here's
somethin' for you faggot face."  He took the bottle and squeezed some
gobs of lotion onto my face-way too much, letting it cover my face.  "Ya
know, you look fuckin' good with your face full of wet stuff.  We're
gonna do that again before long.  Now be nice to our headgiver, guys,
rub his lotion in for him."  Dante and Tim each took a big finger and
rubbed in the oil on either side of my face.  My cheeks and forehead
felt shiny under the sun.

"Now, we're gonna form a line and you get over here and polish us up. 
Buff up our muscles with the lotion, Del girl,"  Raymond ordered. 
"Yeah, that's it," he said as I polished his muscular chest with suntan
oil.  "Feel the abs, baby, buff 'em up.  Here, I'll help you out." 
Raymond then began polishing Tim's pecs. "What a man, Tim buddy...you have
gotten fuckin' huge up here."

"No pecs, no sex."

"Plenty of sex for us today."

"And tonight, and tomorrow, and tomorrow..." chimed in Tim.

"Gettin' ready, Delbert?" asked Dante, grabbing my crotch and pulling
my fully erect dick out so that it poked obscenely in the air.  "Hell,
yeah, gayboy's hot to get off.  Look at this shit."

"Lay him down and set him up for a facial," said Raymond with a stud
grin.  "He fuckin' deserves it. He's been a good little girl."  Dante
shoved me toward a plastic table on which I lay, looking up at the three
bronzed, shirtless muscleboys who grinned above me.  "Gene, get the
camera over here for this shot.  It's gonna be the climax of our little
movie here."

The three hunks pulled their male organs out and pointed them toward my
face.  By now I knew what was coming.  Raymond, though, insisted that I
articulate it.

"Whatcha think, kid?  Hungry?  Wanna get fed?  Answer me, girl!"

I didn't quite know what to say, but my silence was not accepted. 
Dante slapped me hard in the face.  "Come on, faggot, 'fess up-tell the
viewing audience what you want from us.  Say it!"

"Come on, girl," added Raymond, tugging my dick just a little.  He had
a delicate touch for a guy with such huge manly hands-he kept me on the
edge without going over.  "Spit it out.  We know what you want, and
we're willin' to give it to ya, but fuckin' say it."

I was now aroused to the scene and ready to play my part.  "I want..."

Raymond interrupted me.  "First, buddy, just answer me one thing, for
the benefit of the viewers, just to make it as fuckin' clear as day. 
Ever since you first started makin' eyes at me, those little faggot doe
eyes, checkin' out my biceps, starin' at my build, I've been wantin' to
ask you somethin'.  And here it is: Are you GAY or somethin'?  Buddy,
are you fuckin' GAY?  Now get that camera in close, Gene.  So I repeat,
my little sweet candyass fruit, are you freakin' fuckin' GAY?  Say it!"

"I-I'm gay," I managed to get out as I stared up at the three tanned,
muscular, barechested football studs above me, their gold chains hanging
over their huge upper chests, Dante looking tough, Tim smiling broadly,
and Raymond with a smirky, shit-kicking grin of total top cockiness.

"Good girl!  We fuckin' thought as much.  You look so fuckin' gay.  Now
we're gonna give you your reward for your right answer in truth or
dare.  Just keep sayin' it till you get what you want."

They hovered over me with their hands pulling on their dicks, pointing
the huge monsters at my pale face.  Raymond had another idea and grabbed
Tim's dick, who picked up on the concept and moved likewise; quickly
each hunk was tugging one of his pal's dicks for him, helping his buddy
out.

"I'm-I'm gay...I'm gay..." I said weakly.

"Little fuckin' variety, fag-ya know, make it interesting, alternate,
like fag, queer, pansy, fruit, cocksucker..." Raymond said, sounding a
little excited himself.

"I'm a fag, I'm a dicksucker..."  I began mumbling the synonyms as I
could tell the jocks were almost ready for relief.

"Look out below, faggot!" shouted Dante as Tim strongly jerked his dick
to climax.  This outburst put the other hunks over the edge as well. 
The power of their blasts knocked my head back.  The combined force of
three created an enormous load on my nose, cheeks, forehead, with some
getting into my mouth from my lips.  Jet after jet splattered.  A
strong, thick rope of cum connected one of their dicks to my nose. 
"Look at the faggot!  Fuckin' look at him!"  That comment got me over
the edge, too, and I shot what seemed like my hundreth load of the most
incredible day of my life.

A humongous, deep-throated laugh of three stud football players, each
well over 200 muscular pounds, pervaded the scene.  Blinking, I managed
to clear my vision enough to see Tim giving Dante a deep-throated
congratulatory kiss on the lips.  Raymond was looking into the camera.

"So there ya go, jock fans, that's a little look at our Friday
afternoon at the pool.  We're just gonna hang now and work on our tans. 
But remember, guys, next time you start lookin' down a stud athlete,
realize he may look back and give you all you can handle-right Del
girl?"  He looked at me.  "Fuckin' A Right."


[to be continued-next: Raymond and Dante's Football Saturday]