Since that eye-opening evening, Levi went from viewing his best mate as just another guy to thinking about him in a sexual light. Thinking about guys sexually was nothing new for Levi, but viewing Josh as a potential fuck certainly was. Their close friendship had always acted as a wall between Levi’s well-hidden interest in men and Josh’s undeniable sex appeal. But seeing Josh in action had removed that pesky wall and now Levi couldn’t wait to make a move.
In hindsight it seemed crazy that it took him so long to see Josh in this way. Objectively, Levi had always known Josh was hot. You didn’t have to be into dudes to see the guy was a fine-looking man. Fuck, he was probably the sexiest guy in town. At five-feet-eleven—an inch taller than Levi—Josh had a slender but well-built physique, dark-blond hair, brown eyes, and an attractive smile that straddled both sexy and purity in equal measure.
Josh always had girls throwing themselves at him at parties and any other guy would fucking lap it up. Not Josh though. Josh was one of those rare guys who wasn’t after variety, he was a relationship kind of guy. He didn’t do one-night stands, he had dated every girl he’d ever slept with—which was a grand total of three. Levi, on the other hand was a fan of variety, and was well into double digits.
While Levi’s numbers had climbed steadily since splitting from Sophie, his experience with guys was still limited. But that didn’t mean he didn’t know what he would like to do if he did decide to go all the way. The fuck would be rough and selfish, with the guy bending and sighing beneath the aggressive force of Levi’s unchecked desire. This rough love would also be a one-way street. Levi knew he would qualify as a strict top. No questions asked. He didn’t need to experience having a cock up his arse to know it was not for him.
He already practised a simple, selfish fantasy with his male sex partners that he expected them to follow if they wanted the honour of seeing what was in his pants. The guy would have to get completely naked—shoes, socks, everything—while Levi remained fully dressed. Once they were naked and at his mercy, he would then unzip, flop his cock out and fuck their face.
After he’d shot his load down their throat, forcing them to swallow, Levi would then convince whoever the cum guzzler was to let him take a nude picture, promising that whatever photos he took were for his own personal wank bank. He failed to mention that these pictures were destined for his blog, where he shared with his followers every dirty detail about what it was like to use the guy in the photo. He would rate them out of ten based on how good they were at sucking dick. He also listed their body measurements if he had them: height, weight, cock size, shoe size… random shit like that. He wanted his followers to get as much out of the experience as he had.
However, not all of Candy Boy’s stories stemmed from full-on physical conquests. Sometimes the conquest was more visual and psychological. A few times now Levi had approached young straight guys around town who he knew were hard up for cash, and had invited them back to his place to discuss an opportunity where they could earn some ‘easy money.’
It was only once they were in his bedroom, after Levi had deciphered if they were trustworthy or not, that he would reveal what the easy money involved: them being paid fifty bucks to strip naked, masturbate, and do whatever he told them to do while he recorded them.
“No one else will see the video, and you don’t have to do anything that gay,” he would say, trying not to trigger their macho pride.
Each one of the impressionable twats would agree to the miserly deal in a heartbeat, probably assuming that if they did this then they would have access to Levi’s coveted social group. They were wrong. Levi had no desire for these boys’ friendships, all he wanted from them was their submissiveness caught on film in order to satisfy his own and his followers dubious desires.
It was fucking hot watching these young guys puff and pant as they stroked themselves, doing everything they were told to while trying to hide their shame-riddled faces beneath lowered caps and head-dipped positions. Once their bellies were covered and dripping with their own spilled spunk, and the room filled with the smell of musky regret, Levi would casually stroll over and purposely drop the money on the guy’s dribbling cock and crack a light-hearted joke about them becoming a whore.
The not-so-subtle comment gave the same priceless result every time. A look of shocked realisation would glaze the young man’s eyes as he saw the cash land on his rented member, his trembling hand would pick it up and quickly place it somewhere out of sight, ashamed to look at what had been anything but easy to earn. But that was because Levi didn’t make it easy. If it was simply a case of the guy’s wanking technique being caught on tape then that would not necessarily guarantee his silence, but if the guy was filmed on his hands and knees kissing Levi’s bare feet, or filmed pissing his own pants, then that made sure the accidental whore knew it was in his best fucking interest to keep his big mouth shut.
These videos of clueless, young, straight boys submitting to Levi’s kinky orders had been a big hit with his followers, and he fully intended to make more of them. Unfortunately, he had grown cautious of using this method after the last wanker (Twisted Candy) threatened to spill Candy Boy’s secrets if Levi didn’t agree to pay him more money. So while Josh in many ways would be his biggest challenge and risk yet, their friendship also made him a decidedly safer bet.
Levi had waited patiently for the right opportunity to score Josh, knowing that this devious seduction was all about perfect timing. He also knew that he’d never be able to convince his best mate to cheat on his girlfriend, so last week when Josh had called him up to say that he and Jessica had finally split up Levi was over the moon, but he did his best to keep his excitement to himself.
Josh had been too upset the first week of his recent break up for Levi to even consider luring the guy into a drunken mistake that would end with Levi’s cock wedged up his arse. Most of this week had been problematic too, with Josh being too busy with work and study to find the time to hang out. Last night had been a no go because it was the guy’s birthday party, and far too many people had been around, but tonight was a different story. Tonight Levi would have Josh all to himself—mostly. Josh’s father (dropkick Dwight) would be there but Levi figured Dwight would drunkenly pass out early like he normally did, and then Levi could begin to work his magic.
Levi slipped a hand inside his briefs, groping his cock as he began to think of ways he could set him and Josh up on a collision course with sex. I could offer him a back rub maybe? Start off with a game of truth or dare? Strip poker? They were all good ideas, Levi thought, but he wouldn’t know what would work until the night turned dark and they were alone.