Joe did as he was told, pulling at the snaps on the waistband of his sports pants. They came away easily, the big samoan feeling Jonahs massive presence behind him, close. He tugged at his pants, getting them open more, feeling a hot flush travel through his muscular body. He was gonna get screwed by the Razorbacks star halfback! He was being blackmailed even worse than he first was and was about to get fucked in the ass by the same guy who made him go down on him so often.
"I dunno bout this, Jonah." Joe felt the halfbacks strong, big hands on his body, flinching slightly.
"Fuck, well I am, homeboy. Im sure. Yo on that squad. Just relax."
Joe felt his pants come away, Jonahs heavy hand pulling them off. They puddled on the floor further up from his bed, tossed easily aside. It reminded Joe of Jonahs awesome power. His strength and speed. He remembered the huge blacks onfield prowess. Suddenly bluntly reminded of his sexual prowess. His cloudy mind tried to reason with him, remind him of dimensions, impossibilities.