Max's Perspective – The Theft

Max was sitting on his bed, turning Jonas’s old cell phone over in his hands. He’d found it a few days ago while looking for a charging cable in Jonas’s room. Jonas had apparently just left it in the drawer before setting off on his road trip.

At first, Max had just looked at it out of curiosity. But then the thought struck him: Maybe there are photos of Silke on it.

He’d been lusting after Silke for a long time. Every time she was over at Jonas’s place, he’d secretly watched her—her legs, her breasts under her tight tops, the way she moved. He’d often imagined what she looked like naked. And now he had Jonas’s cell phone in his hand.

He tried the easy way first. He wasn’t a hacker, but he wasn’t stupid either. He’d known Jonas for a long time. The guy was extremely disorganized with his passwords. Max tried Jonas’s birthday first. Nothing. Then Silke’s birthday. Nothing. Finally, he tried “1234.”

The phone unlocked.

Max grinned widely. “You idiot, Jonas…”

He opened the gallery first. He scrolled through it. Landscape photos. Pictures from the road trip. A few selfies of Jonas. But of Silke? Nothing. Not a single nude photo. No sexy selfies. Not even a normal photo of her in a bikini or anything like that.

Max cursed under his breath. He searched the cloud. Nothing there either. He opened the chat with Silke. The chat history was almost empty. Just a few trivial messages from weeks ago. No dirty photos, no videos, nothing of what Jonas had supposedly been up to with her over the last few days.

Disappointment washed over him. He’d hoped to secretly find photos of her—Silke naked, Silke with her legs spread, Silke with a dildo. Everything he’d fantasized about so many times. But there was nothing.

He put his phone down and rubbed his face.

Shit. Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

Then it hit him.

If Jonas didn’t have any photos of her… then he’d have to get her to send them herself.

Max slowly grinned. He could just keep using Jonas’s phone. He could text as Jonas. Silke wouldn’t notice as long as he was careful. He could slowly get her to take photos. Harmless ones at first. Then increasingly dirty ones. Until she sent him exactly what he wanted to see.

He stood up, grabbed his own phone, and jotted down the number from Jonas’s old phone. Then he opened the chat with Silke on Jonas’s device.

He typed the first message.

Max leaned back and waited. His cock was already half-hard at the thought of all the things he could get Silke to send him.

He would slowly but surely get her to send him exactly what he’d been dreaming of for so long.

And Silke would never find out that it wasn’t Jonas, but him, on the other end.