Over the next few weeks, after witnessing Levi getting fingered by the girl he's dating—her name is Amber, by the way—I made sure to order everything I would need to execute my plan. Levi was going to be mine, and I was going to do it right. The first thing I ordered was six small cameras: one was placed above his bed in the fire alarm, the second was positioned looking at the head of his bed, located in the old items he just tossed and kept at the top of his standalone cabinet, and the third was placed in his closet at the bottom of the top shelf. It had a great view of the whole bed at a slight angle, but it was still good. The other cameras were placed in the bathroom and shower.
I took great care to ensure that the cameras were hidden in everyday items he would never look for or suspect. The great thing about Levi was that while he was a smart dude, he was a creature of comfort and never really one to look out for anything like this; he trusted a little too much.
I connected all the cameras to my laptop and then to my flat-screen TV; I could easily switch between views.
I then ordered a some poppers of various strengths, and other items to help me conquer Levi.
Next, I made sure to buy smaller briefs than usual, sexy ones, like I said Levi would not deviate from what worked. I bought a white sheer bikini and a white sheer jockstrap.
I was ready to make this jockboy mine.
The day after his first night with Amber, Levi was kind of hesitant in telling me about it. I made sure to playfully say I heard him score and how hot I thought the girl was. After some joking and laughing about it, he finally started opening up.
"Yeah, it was so fucking good, I had never been so turned on," he said, his voice a mix of amusement and a hint of disbelief at his own words. He lounged back against the couch, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "But tell me, did my underwear close the deal?" I teased, throwing a sly glance his way as we both erupted into another round of hearty laughter. He paused, a thoughtful look crossing his face as if he was replaying the night's events in his mind. "Actually," he started, dragging out the word as a teasing smile crept across his face. I continued to tap away at my laptop, feigning focus but hanging on his every word. "Amber loved them," he confessed with a chuckle, "she said hot guys should wear stuff like this for the girls too." His tone was light, but there was an edge of pride in his revelation, pleased that his choices had received such enthusiastic approval.
"So you’re a hot guy now?" I teased, arching an eyebrow at him. I knew he was modest and grounded about things like this, but I couldn’t resist tugging at his ego a bit. He flashed a casual grin, unperturbed by the jest. "As long as she thinks so," he replied with a shrug, then, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he tugged at his shorts to show off the same underwear Amber had complimented. "Nice," I commented, forcing my gaze back to my laptop screen to maintain the facade of working. After a brief pause, filled with the comfortable hum of our shared space, I looked up again, my smile spreading. "So it’s safe to say you said my name as you scored," I teased, watching his reaction closely.
Levi was on me in an instant, his strong chest pressing against my face, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the musk of his skin as his pink nipple brushed momentarily across my lips. I feigned resistance, wrestling back half-heartedly. He pinned me effortlessly, and soon I was flat on my belly, feeling the weight of his body as he sat squarely over my ass. His 9-inch shorts clung to him, outlining his physique in a way that left little to the imagination.
"Get off, don't you have Amber for this?" I yelled up at him, injecting a note of irritation into my voice. It was all part of the game, keeping him on his toes, making sure I played my cards just right.
"Fine," Levi grunted, and with a light but firm pressure, he pushed down on my ass with his hips before standing up, brushing off the non-existent dust from his shorts as if to reset the moment.
"So, what’s the plan for today?" I asked casually, leaning against the doorframe. It was Friday, and Levi usually had plans. "Date night?" I prodded, recalling that his last few dates had fallen on Fridays.
"No, unfortunately, I can’t see her till Saturday night; she has a shift at work today,"
the couch.
"Heading out with the boys then?" I queried, feigning curiosity and already anticipating his response.
"Nah, I’ll be home today," he said, stretching out on the bed next to me and looking surprisingly relaxed about the change in routine. His casual demeanor took me off guard but also signaled an unexpected opportunity to advance my plans.
"Fine, I’ll make us some pizzas, and we can hang out later after I finish my report. We could eat and catch up on some Netflix reruns or something," I suggested, already thinking about how to orchestrate the evening to my advantage.
He shifted uneasily next to the bed, giving me a look that mixed hesitation with the need to confess something. I was half-lost in my typing—actually trying to stay ahead with my homework this time—when his voice broke through my focus.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked, a serious undertone in his voice.
"Yeah, fire away, man," I responded without looking up, my fingers still dancing across the keyboard.
"So, Amber did something I wasn't expecting during sex, and I was wondering if I could tell you about it, then maybe you can tell me if I should be freaking out or not," he continued, his tone a mix of curiosity and slight concern.
I paused, turned towards him, and offered a reassuring smile. "Shoot, man," I encouraged.
"Amber stuck her finger in my ass during sex, and it kinda scared me at first, but then... it felt great," he confessed, his voice lowering almost to a whisper as if admitting a deep secret. "I know you're bi, and I thought, why not ask you about it?"
I closed my laptop slightly and faced him fully, adopting a more serious demeanor. "No, it's not strange at all; a lot of girls are into that now," I reassured him casually, trying to dispel his worries. "It only becomes a problem if it hurt or made you bleed," I continued.
He quickly interjected, "No bleeding at all, but yeah, it hurt at first. Then after a few minutes, it just felt so good," he admitted, not quite meeting my eyes.
"Exactly, man. Lots of girls do that, and it's exactly as you said: after a minute or two, it turns into pleasure. It's like a cherry on top of already being lost in the moment," I explained, trying to normalize his experience as much as possible. I opened my laptop again and returned to my work, hoping my casual take would help him feel more at ease about his encounter.
He raised his eyebrows, a flicker of surprise and relief crossing his face as he processed my comparison. "Really? It's kind of like that?" His curiosity seemed to peak, and the tension in his shoulders eased.
"Absolutely," I confirmed with a nod, tapping a few keys before pausing to give him my full attention. "It’s a bit shocking at first, right? But then it turns into something you can’t get enough of—kind of like discovering a new level of pleasure you didn’t know existed."
Levi shifted in his seat, his initial hesitance melting into a thoughtful nod. "And did you guys ever use a finger?" he asked, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
I couldn't help but chuckle at the memory, remembering the awkwardness of those early experiments. "Yeah, and honestly, it hurt like hell at first," I admitted, laughter spilling from me. I saw his smile widen as he realized he wasn’t alone in his experiences.
"That’s exactly it, man. Getting fingered with no lube can be rough," I continued, leaning back in my chair. "But like I said, once you get past the initial discomfort, it becomes something else entirely. You just don’t want it to stop."
His eyes lit up with understanding and a hint of excitement. "Yes! That’s what I mean. I was so turned on, I didn’t care about the pain. I just knew I wanted to keep going, to get that release," he said, a laugh breaking from him, infectious enough that I joined in.
We shared a moment of genuine amusement, a connection over the unexpected twists in discovering new pleasures.
I pulled out a trusty bottle of lube and a slim pencil wand with a knuckle-shaped tip and handed it to him. "Here, this will help," I said as he took it, his fingers tracing the smooth surface, curiosity mingling with hesitation in his eyes. "Put some lube on your finger and then, when you feel ready, put it on the wand and slide it in. The large ring on the end will keep it in place," I added, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
As he looked at me, a mix of reluctance and trust in his gaze, I quickly reassured him, "The last thing you need is for Amber to be rough and hurt you. I’d hate to see you at the campus clinic trying to explain this."
He swallowed his protest, a quick nod acknowledging my point, and took the items. After a brief moment, he tucked them away, his expression smoothing into a mask of composure. Then, with a forced casualness, I glanced back at my laptop. "Levi, if I don't finish this paper, I won't be joining you later for pizza and Netflix," I said, redirecting our focus to maintain a sense of normalcy.
"Alright, man, I get it," Levi replied, a half-smile flickering across his face as he shook his head in mock resignation. "I have gym, then I'll come back and get ready for that pizza," he added, his tone light, trying to brush off the intensity of our conversation. He grabbed his gym bag and headed for the door, tossing over his shoulder, "Make sure you save some energy for the movie marathon tonight!" I yelled after him.
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me in a sudden quiet that felt both relieving and charged with unspoken possibilities. I took a deep breath; this could have gone so wrong, but it had worked—Levi was now more open, perhaps even curious. With a mix of anticipation and apprehension, I turned on the view from the camera discreetly placed in his closet and peered into his privacy.
Levi entered his room with a casual stride. He peeled off his shorts and my bikini underwear, pacing a little, his movements betraying a rare flicker of hesitation. Then he approached his bed where he'd set down the lube and wand earlier. He picked them up, turning them over in his hands thoughtfully, perhaps checking their size and pondering the sensations they promised.
After a moment of contemplation, he seemed to make a decision. With deliberate care, Levi tucked the items into his underwear drawer, concealing them beneath a stack of neatly folded boxer briefs. He then slipped into a pair of briefs and layered some shorts over them, his actions swift and practiced. Grabbing his gym bag, he was out of the room in less than five minutes, leaving the door slightly ajar in his haste. The quick departure left the room silent, the only evidence of his contemplation a slight disarray in the drawer he had opened.
When Levi returned, the aroma of freshly prepared dough filled the apartment, mingling with the scent of cleaning products. "This place smells awesome," he remarked, wiping the sweat from his brow. His shirt clung to him, outlining his well-toned physique, evidence of a workout well done or perhaps just the rush from his gym session.
"Give me a sec to shower; I'll be right out to help," he said, heading towards the bathroom. I discreetly watched as he stashed the lube in his shower caddy, cleverly concealing it under a damp towel. I turned back to the stove, stirring the sauce that simmered there, its rich scent a cover for my divided attention.
The sound of the shower running was quick but intense. Through the slightly ajar door, the silhouette of his body moved fluidly, the water tracing the contours of his muscles—a sight inadvertently seductive and utterly human. Levi was effortlessly attractive, a fact he seemed blissfully unaware of, or perhaps just modest about.
Emerging refreshed and toweling off, Levi paused as if a sudden thought struck him. He picked up the lube, turning it over in his hands with a mix of curiosity and resolve. With a deep breath, he applied a small amount to his finger, his expression a mix of anticipation and nerves.
Leaning against the bathroom counter, he mirrored himself, his face a canvas of concentration. He carefully raised his leg, reaching back in a tentative exploration that shifted suddenly to discomfort. His wince was brief, but palpable, caught in the reflection and on my phone screen from across the room.
The transformation in Levi's expression was unmistakable. From initial discomfort, his features relaxed into those of sheer indulgence. His movements became more deliberate, syncing the rhythm of his hand on his shaft with the deeper explorations of his finger. The muted sounds of his pleasure, coupled with the visual intensity, made the scene almost surreal as I watched from my phone.
His stance—half-leaning, half-sprawled against the sink—allowed him full access to explore with fervor. His muscular leg, propped on the edge, gave a perfect view of his actions, his testicles swaying in response to each thrust, accentuating the raw masculinity of the scene. It was clear he was nearing the edge, lost in the crescendo of his own making.
Realizing the situation could spiral out of my control, and with the promises of our evening still in mind, I decided to intervene. “Levi, you almost done in there? Remember, pizza won't bake itself!” I called out from the kitchen, my voice a mix of jest and urgency, snapping him back to the present without startling him too much.
He paused mid-motion, his eyes widening as reality intruded on his private moment. A groan of frustration escaped him, but he quickly adjusted, straightening his posture and pulling himself together. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming out. Save some toppings for me!” he responded, his voice carrying a hint of amusement to mask his earlier activities.
When Levi rejoined me in the kitchen, he was back to his usual self—playful, easygoing, and oblivious to the lingering tension that hung in the air. We assembled our pizzas with practiced ease, the camaraderie between us flowing naturally. The smell of baking dough soon filled the apartment, mingling with the lighthearted banter we shared as we recapped parts of our day.
As we settled on the couch to eat, Netflix provided a comfortable distraction. The glow from the TV illuminated Levi’s features, his relaxed posture making him seem completely at ease. We laughed, joked, and debated over the show’s plot twists as if the tension from earlier had never existed.
Just as we were finishing up, Levi's phone rang. He excused himself, heading to his room to take the call. Unable to resist, I picked up my phone and switched to the feed from his bedroom camera.
"Hey baby, you miss me?" Levi cooed into the phone, his voice taking on a softer, teasing tone. “Yeah, I miss you too,” he continued, his words slightly muffled as he moved around the room. "What? No, you first,” he laughed, his body language betraying a mix of flirtation and anticipation.
I watched as he stripped off his shirt and then his shorts, standing confidently in the dim lighting of his room. His toned body reflected in the mirror, a picture of effortless masculinity. With a smirk, he reached down, tugging himself into full hardness. "Yeah, I knew you'd like it," he said playfully, snapping a photo with his phone. “Can’t wait for Saturday night,” he added, his voice low and promising.
The call ended, but Levi lingered in the moment, admiring himself in the mirror. He gave his cock a few more languid strokes before pulling on some clothes and returning to join me in the living room, his energy light and unbothered.
"Everything cool?" I asked, keeping my tone casual as he flopped down beside me.
"Yeah, Amber and I have plans for Saturday," he replied, the contentment in his voice evident. I nodded, letting the conversation shift naturally as we resumed watching the movie.
As the night wore on, the glow from the TV cast shifting shadows around the room. A particularly steamy scene on-screen caught Levi’s attention, his gaze fixating on it. I noticed the slight shift in his posture, the subtle tension in his body as the scene unfolded.
“I’m so fucking horny,” Levi muttered under his breath, the words almost lost in the background noise. He shifted, adjusting himself with a firm squeeze.
My heart raced as I watched him, the proximity and the charged atmosphere igniting something between us. Still, I forced myself to remain calm, not wanting to rush the moment.
"Popcorn, man," I offered casually, attempting to break the tension while inching closer to him on the couch.
Levi exhaled sharply, his voice thick with need as he replied, “Fuck, I’m so horny.” His words hung in the air, full of longing and vulnerability, creating the perfect opening.
I reached over, placing a hand on his thigh in a gesture that was at once comforting and suggestive. "Fuck it, man, let's jerk off together. We’re friends, and I trust you," I said, my voice steady but filled with intent.
Levi hesitated, his eyes searching mine as if to gauge whether I was serious. "It’s like high school all over again," I added with a grin, trying to ease his uncertainty.
After a pause, he nodded, a slow, almost reluctant smile spreading across his face. "Right. Yeah, let’s do it," he agreed, his voice carrying a mix of nervousness and anticipation.
I stood up and walked to my room, grabbing a bottle of lube and a pair of shorts to change into. I slipped the poppers discreetly into my pocket before returning to the living room. Levi was still seated, his eyes fixated on the screen where the explicit scenes from the movie played out. The tension between us was palpable, a charged undercurrent that neither of us addressed directly but both felt deeply.
"Alright, stand up," I said, my tone light but firm. He rose slowly, his movements slightly hesitant. We both pulled our shirts off, revealing our bare chests. Levi’s gaze flicked to me, lingering for a moment before he reached out, almost instinctively, and touched my chest. His hand moved lower, grazing my abdomen before stopping just shy of my waistband.
I leaned in slightly, letting him explore. His hand moved lower, wrapping around me, his grip tentative at first but firming as he gained confidence. The touch sent a shiver through me, and I exhaled softly, encouraging him to continue.
"Wow," he murmured, his voice low and filled with a mix of awe and curiosity.
I guided him back to the couch, easing him down as I straddled him. The warmth of his body beneath me was electrifying. I reached for the lube, pouring a generous amount into my hands before spreading it over his cock. The coolness of the lube made him gasp, his body jerking slightly as I worked it in, massaging it into his shaft and down to his balls.
Levi moaned softly, his eyes fluttering closed as he surrendered to the sensation. "Okay, man, I’ll start us off," I said, pressing our cocks together and wrapping my hands around both. The friction was intoxicating, the slick glide of lube amplifying every movement. Levi's breathing grew heavier, and his hips began to move in rhythm with my strokes.
"Fuck, Leo, this feels so good," he gasped, his voice thick with pleasure. His hands found their way to my hips, gripping me tightly as he pulled me closer.
I adjusted my position, angling my body to bring my chest closer to his face. I hesitated briefly, giving him the choice to take the next step. To my surprise, and pleasure, he leaned in, his lips closing around my nipple. The sensation was electric, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me. He sucked and nibbled tentatively at first, then with growing confidence as he realized how much I enjoyed it.
His hands roamed over my back, tracing the contours of my muscles before moving lower. He gripped my ass, his fingers digging in as he explored. One hand ventured further, slipping between my cheeks and brushing against my entrance. The boldness of the gesture sent a wave of heat through me, and I spread my legs slightly, encouraging him to continue.
Levi’s exploration fueled the intensity between us. Our lips met in a passionate kiss, tongues intertwining as our bodies moved together. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the room, mingling with the faint echoes of the movie still playing in the background.
He pulled me closer, his legs wrapping around my waist as he ground against me with increasing urgency. I matched his movements, our bodies perfectly in sync as we built toward an explosive climax.
When I sensed Levi was on the brink, I shifted, moving off him just enough to position myself above him. He gripped himself tightly, his hand moving with desperate urgency as he chased his release. As he reached the point of no return, I leaned forward, sliding my cock into his half-open mouth.
Levi responded instinctively, his lips closing around me as he began to suck eagerly. The sensation was incredible, and I fought to maintain control, not wanting to overwhelm him too quickly. His eyes widened as he adjusted to the fullness, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he doubled down, his movements confident and unrestrained.
When Levi finally came, his body tensed beneath me, and he let out a muffled moan around my cock. I pulled back slightly, allowing him to catch his breath as he finished. His chest heaved, his face flushed and glowing with satisfaction.
Taking the opportunity to make the moment unforgettable, I guided myself back into his mouth, this time moving with slow, deliberate strokes. Levi accepted me eagerly, his hands gripping my thighs as he adjusted to the rhythm. I could feel him relaxing, his movements becoming more natural as he grew comfortable with the act.
As I approached my climax, I pulled out, wanting him to see the full extent of his impact. I stroked myself over him, the intensity building until I came forcefully across his chest. The sound of my release, a guttural moan, filled the room as I steadied myself against the couch.
To my surprise, Levi reached up, wrapping his hand around me as he brought me back to his lips. He sucked me gently, drawing out every last drop as he came again himself, a single, powerful spurt marking his final release.
We collapsed onto the couch together, both of us breathing heavily. After a moment, I leaned over and kissed him deeply, wanting to solidify the intimacy of the moment. He responded with equal fervor, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer.
When we finally pulled apart, I grinned. "Well, that was something," I said, trying to keep the mood light.
Levi laughed, his expression relaxed and content. "Yeah, that was… intense," he agreed, the glow of satisfaction still evident on his face.
"Let’s clean up," I suggested, pulling him to his feet. We headed to the shower together, the easy camaraderie between us restored. The banter flowed naturally, and I made sure to keep things light, not wanting to ruin the balance we had struck.
Emerging from the shower, Levi wrapped his arms around me from behind, his arousal pressing insistently against my back..
"Thanks, Leo, that was intense. I’ve never done anything like that before," he said, his smile radiant with what I dubbed 'the sex glow.' "No worries, man. We're friends, and this stays just between us, alright?" I responded, my tone slightly uneasy to mask my deeper feelings.
"Absolutely, just between us," he agreed, giving me a knowing look as he brushed past, his hand casually grazing my backside.
I watched him retreat to his bedroom, the door clicking shut behind him. Moments later, the sounds of his pleasure filled the space again, he was lost in another round of release, his moans muffled through the wall. His pleasure was evident in the intensity of his actions, his cum streaking across his chest and abdomen as he finished and as I watched on my phone.
I was hard again, plotting our next encounter, knowing that soon he was going to be doing a lot more than just jerking off together.
