Note: this chapter is long on set-up, for the larger story I have in mind.
I wiped the table with the shammy and loaded the dishes into the bussing bin. It had been a busy morning at the coffee shop, so there was plenty of cleanup to do now. Only one table was still occupied; two guys from the university across the street that I also attended, at least for now. The coffee pay wasn’t great, and I was still well short of the total amount due for tuition in a few weeks when classes started.
My name is Philip, but everyone calls me Lip. I live on my own, renting a room close to campus at too high a price, because I didn’t have a car. Most of my teens I bounced around the foster system, so no parents to help pay my way. I was planning to spend the afternoon looking for a second job, when fortune smiled on me. I happened to be eavesdropping on the fellows still here; a cocky blonde jock and an average guy like me.
“Damn man. I still can’t believe you’re up and leaving the university.” The jock said.
“I’m not leaving, I’m just participating in an exchange program with Cambridge. It’s a great opportunity! When I didn’t get the fellowship in the spring I was bummed, and now that the other guy gave up the fellowship for some reason, I get a second chance.”
“I know, I know. It will be great for you buddy. But you have a sweet set-up here. Full ride to the university as the team student manager, private dorm room, travel with the team to all the games. If I wasn’t already rich, I’d take your place.”
“Ha ha. You could never do my job. Manager sounds impressive, but really, I’m just the team’s all-around butler and slave. You are way too much of an alpha to be of service.”
“True, true. Plus, I wouldn’t enjoy the main service you do.”
“I didn’t think you knew about that.” the average guy didn’t sound happy.
“Chill. I met a player who graduated, let it slip. I figured you just doing what you have to, to get by. No judgment.”
“Well, I don’t like to talk about it. But yeah, being willing to ‘service’ the team has gotten me three years of free university, so I can’t really complain. Only problem is now, I need to find a replacement for me. Coach said since I waited so late, they can’t find a new freshman this quickly to take my place. If I leave them without a new guy to take my place, I could be on the hook for back tuition. But most everyone won’t be here for another two weeks, and I leave for England next Monday!”
“Don’t worry. Post some things online. I’m sure plenty of guys need free tuition. You’ll have a load of takers.”
“I hope so, but it takes a certain ’personality type’ to do the job. Organized, fit but not alpha, willing to be bossed around and used, not much social life. It usually takes the coach a while to pick the team boy, and I was supposed to have another year left, so they weren’t looking.”
“We’ll figure something out. Right now, I got to hit the john. Coffee makes me pee.”
I smiled to myself as the blonde jock headed for the restroom. This was perfect! I started to bus the guys’ table and struck up a conversation.
“Hi, sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear you guys talking. I fit your needs I think, and I definitely need the scholarship. I’m still short for tuition and rent; was going to look for a second job this afternoon.”
He looked me up and down for a long time, then his face smiled as he decided. “OK, I’m interested. I’m Gary. Tell me about yourself.”
“Sure. I go by Lip, former foster kid. Barely scraping by. I’ve worked here at the coffee house for a year, so clearly, I don’t mind taking orders and cleaning up after people. Majoring in systems integration and management with a 3.6 gpa. I’m 20 years old. Anything else?”
Gary smirked back. “Yeah. This job isn’t for everyone, so there will be lots of questions, from me and others. I was a foster kid too, so I get the hunger. Are you really willing to do what it takes to succeed? Parts of this job are…uncomfortable, for lack of a better word right now.”
“I clean tables and serve coffee for minimum wage to entitled college students, and I’ve done worse jobs in my time. And had some crappy group home experiences. I can put up with a lot of shit from jocks, as long as I get to earn my degree. So yes, I’ll do what needs doing.”
“OK, we’ll see how true that is. What’s your email?”
“Lip_gunner23 at mail.com,” I replied.
“OK. I’m going to send you some info about the job. Look it over and IF you are still sure you are interested, reply to me. If I don’t hear from you, no foul, you just decided against it.”
The blonde jock came back then, and Gary got up to leave. “Thanks Gary. I will look it over as soon as I’m done here.” He waved back as he exited, now chatting with his jock friend. But I had scored the first step to a great outcome. Now I just had to land it. No problem. I wasn’t sure what the ‘service’ aspect they hinted around, but I could take some abuse for this opportunity.
I worked through the lunch rush with a new sense of hope and got off around one o’clock. I hurried home to check for Gary’s message. I opened and read it on my laptop.
:: Hey Lip, good to meet you this morning. You seem eager and qualified for the job. But to be sure, here are a few links to understand some of the main responsibilities. Watch all of them, all the way through. I will know if you don’t. Then reply to let me know if you want to continue ::
I sat back. Odd to send links, not PDFs. But I clicked the first one.
Up popped Pornhub, and a 5min video clip. Whoa! It showed a young white guy, naked on his knees sucking the cock of a large black man. Now, it wasn’t my first time seeing porn, of course, and I occasionally watched the bi stuff, so I’d seen some guy-on-guy action. But never with as impressive a piece of meat as the black one on my screen. The white boy was really going to town on that black cock. And then the cock erupted, spewing cum all over the white guy’s face. It was strangely hot.
So why was Greg sending me porn?
I clicked the second link. This was an odd video. A mixture of repetitive sounds, a voice talking about how great black cock was, and images of big black cocks, sometimes fucking the faces of receptive white guys. Title said it was a hypno video, LOL.
The third link was another naked white guy, this time being spit-roasted by two hung black guys and clearly enjoying it. I was too, as I felt my own cock getting hard in my pants. By the end of the video, I was jacking myself to the rhythms of the pounding onscreen. And when the black bull yelled and filled the white guy, I came all over my chest. Wow!
When my head cleared, I contemplated what had happened. Greg sent these links, his way of explaining the ‘service’ aspect of his job. If I wanted the free tuition and other perks, I would have to do what I had seen on screen. Could I? I had never had sex with a guy, not even a MWM 3-way. I had seen some guys having sex with each other, in the group homes over my teenage years, but never participated.
For my long-term success, I needed this job, which would mean being an excellent and lowly slut to a dozen jocks. I thought about it, but the cum on my chest told me I could enjoy this job.
I messaged Greg back, saying count me in. He swiftly replied:
:: Cool. Meet me at the basketball arena, players’ entrance, 3’oclock. You can test for the job. Dress for a workout::
I showered and changed into the requested athletic clothes, a T-shirt and gym shorts. I stuffed some spare clothes in a gym bag and assessed my look in the mirror. 5’8”, 155 pounds, short cropped brown hair; a typical white college dude, just like the guys in the video links.
A ten-minute walk across the campus and I was at the basketball complex. I had only ever been through the front door, so I had to walk around until I spotted the proper entrance. In the lobby a security guard stopped me.
“Hi. I’m supposed to meet Gary here for an interview.”
“Yeah, he mentioned something bout that. Sit over there and I’ll buzz him.”
I sat in the little waiting spot for a few minutes until Gary popped up to me. “Hey, Lip, glad you decided to try for the job. Follow me and I’ll give you the tour.”
We walked back into the maze of corridors and exercise rooms that was the home of the basketball team. Gary pointed out various pieces of equipment what I would be expected to clean or stock, and generally the daily routine. He had timed the tour so we would be getting to the locker room just as the team had finished their practice for the day, so we walked in on eleven tall black men and one equally tall white dude, all in various stages of undress or heading to the shower. Their bodies glistened with sweat, and the meat dangling openly was all as enormous and fascinating as the ones in the videos.
“Gary! We wuz wondering where you disappeared to,” bellowed one of the players I recognized as the star forward Kenny Pippen. He was standing naked and proud, his leg propped on the bench to really expose his manhood.
“Hey, Kenny. Sorry about that. I’ve been giving Lip here the tour. He’s maybe going to be the new me, since I’m leaving for Europe next week. He thinks he can handle the job.”
“Oh, does he now? Well let’s try him out. Get over here Lip.”
With Gary behind me, I walked over to the naked athletic god standing like a king in the middle of the room. All the other players had stopped their chats, now focusing on me like prey. Kenny was clearly going to be leading my ‘interview’ now.
“First things first, you need to be at ease with nudity. Look around the room; if we are naked, you should be too. Part of your job is to shower with us, help us to reach all the areas that need cleaning. So strip!” He barked the last part at me sharply, and my brain immediately followed orders. I kicked off my shoes, shucked my shorts and undies in one move, and was completely naked in 15 seconds flat. I glanced over to see that Gary was stripping as well.
“Nice, nice. You follow orders well. OK, lets’ head to the showers and see your washing skills.” With that he cupped one of my ass cheeks in his big right hand and led/pushed me towards the shower room. The other players followed.
The showers were typical; a white tile room lined with shower nozzles and soap dispensers. Kenny picked a spot in the middle of the far wall, so that everyone had a good view. The rest of the team distributed around as the wanted. Hot water and steam were quickly flowing, and the general easing of muscles relaxing to the water. Except mine; I was tense at what I anticipated doing with these naked jock studs. Figuring it best to take the initiative, I squirted soap from the dispenser onto my hands and lathered up, Kenny staring right at me. I went around and started to wash his back, reaching up to massage his muscles with one hand while I scrubbed down his spine with the other.
“That’s feels nice. I like that technique. Mmmmm.”
I crouched down and scrubbed his long muscular legs, up one and down the other, purposely allowed my hands to brush his dangling balls on several occasions. Quick glances around told me we were the center of attention.
Kenny abruptly spun around, and I was suddenly face-to-crotch with his full manhood. He wasn’t yet hard, but it was easily seven inches flaccid. “Time to scrub the ‘hard-to-reach’ areas, right Lip?” I smiled up at him and nodded. Squirting some more soap on my hands, I began to lather up his tool, one hand devoted to the balls while the other worked the shaft.
“Niiiiiice. You’ve got great technique. But I think you should try massaging it with something else.”
He aimed the showerhead down to rinse the soap from his body, then back to the side a bit to allow me to proceed. I stuck out my tongue and tickled the tip of his fleshy pole, making small circles with my pointy-tipped mouth snake. I had a stretchy frenulum which allowed for maximum extension and flexibility, an asset I figured would be a good selling point for the new job. I swirled my tongue around the entire head cap without it passing the lips, a feat that drew impressed murmurs from the naked crowd watching.
“OK, you got tongue skills, That’s for sure. But I need to see you fully commit.” I knew what he wanted, and so took the plunge. I swallowed half his shaft in one go, then proceeded to energetically bob up and down his entire shaft. I was surprised I didn’t gag, but it seemed I was a natural at giving head.
I felt his hands lightly take hold of my ears and head, and he began to guide me up and down his shaft. Then he slowed me down and sank his cock down my throat, his pubes pressed against my face, and held me there while I tried and failed to breath. My throat spasmed trying to eject him, which brought him pleasure it turned out. But he released me to get some air. As I breathed deep I looked around, seeing the rest of the team smiling and enjoying the show, except for one of the other players who had his own black cock buried down Gary’s throat over in the corner of the shower area.
One of the other players, named Leron I think, stepped up and slapped my face with his impressive meat. I opened up and he quickly started a face-fuck beyond my imagination, really going at it, sliding his entire length in and out, deep and down.
“Man, this is some good mouth-pussy here. It took Gary months before we broke his gag reflex like Lip here already has. Fuck, I’m close already. Hope you like creak white boy.” I felt his cock begin to spasm as he continued to fuck my face, filling my throat and mouth with his sticky jizz.
Kenny cautioned “Don’t swallow just yet. Open up and show the team that load.” I opened wide and spun my head to all the team watching. “Good boy. Now swallow it all.” I gulped it down, actually enjoying the salty-sweet taste. I opened back up to show I had swallowed it all as instructed.
“Well all right, seems we got us a candidate fellas.” They all turned off their showers and proceeded to get dry. Kenny lifted me up off my knees and marched me back towards the lockers. “Time to see if the other hole is just as good.”
