Fingered into Submission

It’s been three months of pure torture. I have a college roommate who is driving me up the walls. How to describe him? Levi. He’s 5’10” and 180 pounds of lean, athletic muscle. Playing football has sculpted his ass into something muscled and perky with just the right bounce. His big brown eyes retain the last remnants of youth, while his jet-black hair frames the light, pale skin that makes him a hot-as-fuck package. To make matters worse, he hates wearing underwear and loves wearing nothing but 9-inch workout shorts around the apartment.

Every move Levi makes seems unintentionally seductive. Even when he's just grabbing a snack or lounging around, there's a casual allure to his actions. He stretches to reach the top cabinet, his shirt lifting to reveal a sliver of toned abs, or he flops down on the sofa, one leg casually draped over the armrest, offering a glimpse of well-toned thighs. It's effortless, how he draws attention without even trying.

His morning routine? Simply magnetic. He shuffles into the kitchen, hair tousled, face sleepy and stunning. Making coffee becomes a slow, mesmerizing show as he stretches, bends, and glances over his shoulder with a sleepy grin, oblivious to the heart he's teasing.

Levi laughs off compliments and sidesteps flirtations with a naive shrug, never realizing the stir he causes. Whether tossing a football or simply jogging back from the gym, sweat glistening on his brow, every action highlights his raw, natural charisma.

Living with him, every day feels smaller, every moment more intense. It’s not just sharing an apartment; it’s an endurance test in admiration and silent longing, all thanks to Levi's accidental charm.

He loves walking out of the shower with just a towel, and it's not always on his waist. That brings me to the most amazing part about him. He has a 5-inch flaccid cock. He's shown me his 8-inch dick and heavy balls; he's such a tease, and I play it off as a joke as well.

Levi has a laid-back personality and is a free spirit. He had a girlfriend all through junior high and high school, and now it's the first time he's away from her and on his own. This newfound freedom seems to energize him, adding a spark to his step and an even more carefree lift to his laughter. He moves through our apartment with an easy grace, unbothered by the world, his independence fitting him as snugly as those brief workout shorts. Each day, he discovers a bit more about himself, testing the waters of his new life without a steady hand to hold—except, perhaps, when he's reaching out, not quite realizing how his casual touches ignite fires he doesn't intend to stoke

I won't lie; I love coming home and watching him get ready for work or to go out on the weekend with his friends. The show he unknowingly puts on is worth the mindless conversations we have in the process. He's fucking sexy and doesn't even know it. He's just a boy becoming a man in the most authentic way.

I told him I was BI, which is mostly a lie. I mean, I have dated girls in grade school and high school, but it was mostly to keep up appearances. I am actually gay, so gay I might catch fire one day, lol.

He was okay with it. He said his best friend in junior high was BI, and they were still friends even though they never did anything. Honestly, he said, "You know, Leo, it's just not something that I have any interest in." I was relieved to hear that and immediately felt safe with him.

Today he was getting ready to head out; his friends had called him and made plans to hit the local bars. He was running around in just his white briefs, they were a little big but they really framed his big ass just right.

I was pretending to make small talk and work on my laptop.

"Leo," I heard him say, but I pretended I was focused on the paper I had due on Monday. "LEO!" and so I turned as if I did not want to look away from my laptop screen.

"I swear Leo, you can get so lost in homework," he smiled, pointing down. He was standing in front of me naked, holding up two pairs of underwear.

Of course, I pretended not to notice his delicious cock and heavy-set balls or the trail of fuzzy short hair that made a line to his trimmed crotch... fuck, I was gonna get hard.

"I'm not taking the grandpa underwear," he said, holding some boxer briefs up in one hand and just the regular boring boxers in the other.

"But grandpa, the white pair prevent accidents and spills due to old age bladder problems," I joked as he lunged and proceeded to wrestle me into submission.

Of course, I protested and said the usual things like "gross man, get off me," and even tried to resist. I was in heaven, his balls and cock just inches from my face and then rubbing on my hands as I allowed him to win.

Now I may only be 5’6”, slim but my body is defined and my own 7-inch cock is nothing to laugh at, I mean my balls are great but my cock is nice and thick just shy of a can of coke, thicker than Levi’s.

He had me pinned, then abruptly leapt off as his phone rang again. I watched, delighted, as he rushed to answer it, chuckling silently when I noticed a slight chub. I feigned annoyance, adjusting my clothes to appear more put out than amused.

"Yeah, I'll meet you in 30 minutes, I’m getting dressed now, okay, perfect," he spoke into the phone, his tone brisk.

I had already schemed something in my mind by then.

"Leo, are you going to help me or not?" he asked, turning to me with those big, puppy-dog eyes that always seemed to plead for my cooperation.

"Okay, if you're aiming to impress, let's find you something that'll actually turn heads," I said, guiding him to the computer chair. It wasn't necessary, but I couldn't help enjoying the view of him, so flawlessly bare.

I fetched some of my date-night briefs from my room. They were semi-sheer and designed to enhance the appearance of the family jewels—just the right mix of provocative and classy.

"Try these on," I suggested, handing him the briefs. He examined the fabric, a mix of curiosity and trust in his eyes, then nodded, acknowledging my fashion expertise. "Come on, Levi, move it. You don't want the other guys to scoop up all the good catches," I teased, pushing him to hurry.

Levi sprung up and snatched the bikini briefs from my hand, turning away as he slipped them on. His back to me, he afforded a generous view of his robust, sculpted backside. As he stepped into the briefs, bending slightly, a fleeting glimpse of his pink flesh sent a thrill through me.

He turned around, and the sight was even more spectacular. The bikini briefs clung to him, accentuating every contour of his lower body—his package and rear perfectly outlined by the semi-sheer fabric.

"They feel weird," he admitted, a touch of embarrassment coloring his tone. I seized the moment to bolster his confidence.

"Throw on your jeans and get out there," I encouraged, handing him his pants and a form-fitting shirt that highlighted his muscular upper body. As he dressed, I couldn't resist giving him a playful spank. He chuckled, brushing off his hesitation. "You're right, I'm just overthinking it," he agreed, his smile broad and easy.

"I need to finish this," I stated, gathering my laptop and preparing to exit the room. I had to maintain a cautious distance, after all.

"Leo, you really need to get out more," he joked, clearly not grasping the gravity of academic demands as I did. But I just offered a noncommittal smile in response.

"And hey, when you score tonight, make sure you shout my name at least once," I quipped, lightening the mood. Our laughter filled the room, a moment of genuine camaraderie between us.

Levi didn't linger. He was out the door in a flash, and as soon as the sound of his car faded into the distance, I retreated to the sanctuary of my room. I couldn't help but review the footage I'd discreetly captured on my laptop. Damn, he was captivating. I carefully saved the video in a folder marked "Levi," a secret collection of clips featuring him unwittingly displaying his body to me. Though he believed I was buried in my studies, I had amassed a treasure trove of his less guarded moments—a personal archive for those times when solitude demanded a video or two of Levi naked around the house.

I acknowledged the slim odds of anything more than platonic interaction with Levi, deciding to be content with my secret recordings until a real relationship came along. Meanwhile, the impending deadline for my paper nudged me back to reality. I wanted to clear my schedule for the weekend, so I dove back into my work, pushing through the fatigue until the words blurred into near incomprehensibility. Eventually, sleep claimed me, right there amid a sea of textbooks and my ever-present laptop.

As the night unfolded, the sounds from Levi’s room painted a vivid tableau of unchecked passion. I leaned against my door, the wood cool against my forehead, my breaths shallow as whispers of pleasure floated down the hallway. The muffled moans and rhythmic creaking of the bed frame seemed to pulse in time with my own racing heart. 

"Oohhh baby," cooed a feminine voice, thick with desire, "Yes, you fucking look so good." The playful demand followed, "Let me peel those off with my mouth." My sleep-addled brain took a moment to process the scene unfolding—Levi had company. "Yes, big boy, spread your legs so I can suck some dick," she instructed. No doubt about it, Levi was enjoying the kind of night I could only listen to enviously.

I put all my things away and quietly opened the door to my room, I could hear slurping and choking and then the unmistakable sounds of my roommate Levi moaning. I was so turned on listening to him making the sounds of sexual pleasure.

The sounds intensified, revealing the unexpected dynamics of their encounter. The girl's voice was confident, commanding even, as she teased Levi further. "Hold these up, I want to get you nice and hard," she coaxed. Levi's response was immediate and visceral, "oohhh shiiiihhhiit," an exclamation that mingled surprise with raw pleasure. "You like that baby, you like me liking this hole," she murmured, her tone playful yet dominant. The risqué nature of their activity, unmistakably more adventurous than usual, sent a thrill through me.

Their laughter and the sloppy sounds of her enjoyment filled the air, a testament to their inebriated state. It was clear she was exploring him in ways he hadn't anticipated, the excitement in his voice a mix of nervous tension and arousal. "Oh look at that, it's even harder than before, it's time," she declared, her voice dripping with desire. Levi's eager agreement, "come sit on this," signaled a shift in their dynamic, one that promised to escalate further.

The rhythmic squeaking of the bed and the mix of grunts and moans painted a vivid audio landscape of passion that drifted through the apartment. Compelled by the sounds, I quietly opened my door fully, the anticipation building with each step as I approached Levi's room. Peering through the sliver of an opening, where a shaft of light cut through the dim hallway, I prepared myself for a glimpse into the intimate scene unfolding just beyond the door.

"Yes, oh yes," I heard the girl say, "yes, that's it, ride me hard baby," Levi said right after.

I was shaking, nervous and horny, but I wanted to see Levi fucking. I slid slowly and quietly until my eye reached the light and I looked in.

There was Levi on his back, the girl was facing him while slamming down on his cock. I could see his balls bouncing up and down as she was lost in how good she was feeling, "pinch my nipples," she urged as Levi reached up and played with her nipples, rubbing them and then pinching them gently, driving the girl into overdrive, "mmmmmm, yesssssss."

I was mesmerized by Levi's cock sinking into her, his heavy-set balls making the slapping sounds as he grunted. He was drunk and looking for his own pleasure.

Then, as the girl was losing it—and I honestly could not blame her—she stuck two fingers into his open mouth, and my cock jumped as Levi began to suck and lick her two fingers. "uuuuhhhhmmmmm," she moaned.

"Slurp, Slurp, SLURP," I was hard, and the first beads of precum began wetting my shorts. I fantasized it was my cock that Levi was sucking, my hole he was pleasuring. The hallway echoed with the wet, slick noises of Levi's enthusiastic indulgence and her moans, a symphony of raw desire. She was clearly in ecstasy, her pleasure palpable in every sigh and cry that spilled into the air.

"Get on your back, baby," I heard Levi say, and like that, the girl got into a missionary position. I watched in awe as Levi got between her legs and began to go down on her.

From my vantage point, the sight was mesmerizing—Levi's ass and balls lifted high as he voraciously pleasured her. She squealed in delight, overwhelmed by the fervor of his tongue's assault. I was captivated, my gaze drawn to the subtle wink of his pink hole as his balls rhythmically rose and fell with each fervent motion. His cock, rigid and dripping, pointed straight down, a long strand of precum swaying gently from the tip. The intensity of the scene enveloped me, a haze of desire clouding my thoughts.

I could not contain myself any longer. I pulled out my dick and began to play with it as I watched Levi from behind, giving me the most pleasurable view.

"Baby, I'm gonna cum," she said as Levi came up to kiss her. From this position, I could clearly see as she reached down and grabbed his wet cock and placed it right between her pussy lips.

Levi wasted no time and plunged into her, making her moan loudly with delight. In no time, they were both a mess of sensual sounds and words: "fuck me," "you like this dick," "kiss me," "ooohhhhgggmmmm," "shit, it feels so good," it was a mix of them both, and I was also just jerking off hard at this point. We were going to come together.

"I'm getting close," Levi announced, his voice strained with anticipation. To my astonishment, the girl deftly slipped a finger into Levi's muscled hole.

"Ahhg, shit," Levi exclaimed, the surprise evident in his voice, but he didn't pull away. Instead, he pushed back against her, his desire mounting. Over the next few minutes, her movements became more confident, her finger expertly manipulating inside him. The sight was intensely arousing—I was on the edge, ready to climax just from the visual overload.

"I'm gonna cum too," she cried out, thrusting her finger deeper into Levi's ass, holding it firmly in place. "Yeeesssssszzzz," she screamed, her body shaking violently as waves of pleasure washed over her. "Goooooooodd," she moaned loudly, engulfed by the intensity of her orgasm, her voice echoing through the room as she surrendered to the sensations.

"I'm coming!" Levi grunted, his voice laced with both surprise and ecstasy. To my astonishment, the girl slipped a second finger into his ass. Levi's release was intense—three distinct ejaculations, each synchronized with the vigorous push of her fingers deep into his quivering hole. "Yes! YES!" he shouted, his body trembling with each pulse. His balls tightened, visibly swollen as he climaxed, the throbbing of his cock unmistakable as he delivered his seed.

I came all over my hand, my body shaking from the excitement and the erotic element of looking in as a voyeur into this sexual act.

I was shaking as I slowly retreated into my room, still hot and bothered from the scene I'd witnessed. Moments later, the sound of the shower running filled the apartment, followed by another round of moans and the unmistakable rhythm of a bed in motion. Eventually, I heard the front door close gently around 5 am as the young lady made her exit.

My mind was set on a singular goal—making Levi my fuck buddy. It would require patience and careful planning, but I was determined. I knew it wouldn't be easy, but as I replayed the evening's events in my mind, I felt a surge of confidence. He was as good as mine.