A gay sex story: Curious Candy
CONTENT WARNING: Curious Candy is not a romance. It explores darker themes and contains erotic humiliation and dubcon.
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Whenever Levi Candy was looking for inspiration he would think of the white t-shirt hidden in the back of his closet. At first glance it wasn’t anything spectacular, just a run-of-the-mill white t-shirt. And while it was just that, it was a whole lot more too. He wasn’t the kind of guy you could accuse of being sentimental, but this was one blast from his past he refused to part with.
It had been one of the last Christmas presents he received from his mother before she married one of the richest men in town. Overnight, Mark Candy took Levi and his mother from living below the breadline to living a life of luxury. So while the shirt had not fit him for years, it stood as a reminder of where he came from, and the inner strength he possessed.
“Think, Levi, think,” he mumbled to himself as he sat at his computer desk looking towards his closet, the one that housed his expensive wardrobe and the inspirational white top. He pulled out a packet of Marlboro Lights from his jeans pocket and lit one from a book of matches, shaking the used match to extinguish the flame. He sucked in the relaxing taste of nicotine as he pondered what to write in his online blog. He tried to update it at least once a week, usually on a Friday afternoon when he’d finished with his media art classes for the week. He had been keeping this online diary since he was seventeen, after his girlfriend Sophie had dumped him abruptly, and it had grown to become a regular part of his life.
In hindsight the blog started as a way for him to vent his frustration and air his emotions about how he felt over the heartbreaking situation. And that’s what it had been. Heartbreaking. Sophie had been his first serious relationship and they’d dated for two years, and he had stupidly thought she was the one. He never talked with his friends or family about how he felt. How he’d been so upset he’d cried for two days, locked away in his bedroom. That would just make him look weak and pathetic, and Levi didn’t believe in showing weakness.
The blog had been good for him, and it had helped him get through the agony of his first broken heart. Strangers online were actually quite supportive to begin with, but they soon grew tired of his whinging and his dull updates about his boring life as a spoilt rich kid growing up in New Zealand.
The dull diary entries came to an end, though, when Levi began using his blog as a way to share sexy stories of his newfound sexual freedom. As soon as the pain of being dumped was gone, Levi went out of his way to sleep with as many girls as he could, treating each seduction like a little fuck you to Sophie and her new boyfriend Lucas Maxwell. Levi wasn’t a heartthrob who went through hundreds of lovers by any means, but he got more than his fair share compared to the average Kiwi guy, especially in that first year of being single.
Each time he would sleep with someone new, he would write about it online, and share the most intimate details. He never used real names but he always told the truth. That was what set him apart from 99% of the other bloggers out there. Levi never lied. There was a perverted thrill in airing your most personal details, and sharing your inner secrets with complete strangers who had no idea who you were. The only clue to his real identity was his user name: Candy Boy.
The blog was hosted on a website called Crashing Hearts, a sort of porn-den come online community where you could upload videos, pictures, share stories and run your own blog—like Levi did. Every sort of kinky thrill was available here. From mild to wild. Vanilla to taboo. People from all walks of life congregated to the site, seeking videos, pictures and stories that catered to their individual tastes.
The site allowed bloggers the option of creating exclusive content, available to premier members; AKA they paid money to get access to better shit. Every blogger tried their luck at cashing in on this, but very few were successful. Levi, however, had been successful, and was fast becoming more so thanks to the creative, steamy content he was providing his followers. He wasn’t making huge money by any means, but he usually banked several hundred dollars a month from what was essentially a hobby.
It was Levi’s raw honesty that contributed to his success and gifted him a sizable group of committed followers. In the personal details section (which were very personal) he didn’t list his cock at a ridiculous ten inches like most guys did, he just listed his real size: a whisker over six inches with a depressingly average girth. He didn’t post face pics because discretion was important, but he gladly posted pics and videos of any other part of his body that his followers requested. He didn’t care how odd the request was (and some had been pretty fucking weird) but he did his best to give people what they wanted.
In a world where porn was overloaded with bullshit fantasy there seemed to be a real market for the truth. Nobody in real life fucked like porn stars, they fucked like two soggy biscuits being slapped together. It was messy and usually crumbled fast. He knew he came across as a heartless wanker in his blog, but he wondered if that was part of the appeal. People could identify with him. They could see that they weren’t the only ones who had devious, selfish minds. Supposed unnatural thoughts were quite natural here.
A big part of his need for secrecy was that he had shared the most hidden aspect of his sexuality. Levi was into guys—a lot. While dating Sophie he had never acted on these feelings, but with singledom came the freedom to explore. The more he explored, the more he realised how strong his curiosity for guys was. It was only a matter of time before his curiosity got the better of him.
He had held off on acting on these feelings for as long as possible, scared about what would happen if people in town found out about him. This is why he’d only just started dipping his foot (or cock as the case may be) into the same-sex pond in the past year, and so far things had not gone past oral and the occasional anal fingerfuck. But his desire to experiment with other guys had only grown stronger, and he was craving to do more.
Much, much more.
Being in the closet about his sexuality meant Levi had to find the right kind of person to explore his fantasies with, the type of person who wouldn’t whisper a word or had just as much to lose as he did. Making a move on the wrong person could lead to embarrassing and socially-lethal consequences in his home town of Fitzroy. Everyone knew his wealthy family here, and hankered to be one of his friends and join what was affectionately known as The Chosen Few of the Candy Crew.
Fitzroy was not a huge town but it was large and pretentious enough that social hierarchy mattered a great deal. If you knew the right people then you had access to an endless supply of exclusive events, fancy dinners and private parties that overdosed on hedonistic excess. Levi didn’t just know the right people, he was the right people, and he had no intention of tarnishing his reputation by being outed. He would lose his spot as a leader amongst the youth of the town’s social elite, locally referred to as the Fitzroy Flyers.