All characters in this story are 18+. This story is completely fictional. All acts in this story are fully consensual.
I swear I didn’t mean to see it.
But I didn’t click out either.
It was just a casual online study session—cameras on, mics muted, everyone half-focused and pretending to be productive. There were five of us at the start. He was one of them. The one. The one I always stared at too long when I thought no one was looking. Sharp jaw, cocky smile, broad shoulders. Always in a tank top, always knowing exactly how to sit.
Eventually, people dropped off. One by one. A wave, a nod, a “catch you later.” Until it was just me and him.
Then he disappeared.
No goodbye. Just got up and walked off-camera. I figured he’d left, maybe forgot to exit the call.
But his camera was still on.
A few minutes later—he came back.
Wearing nothing but a white towel slung low around his hips. His hair was wet. Drops slid down his neck, clinging to his chest, trailing over his abs. My stomach flipped.
I froze. My mouse hovered over “leave meeting.”
I didn’t click it.
He didn’t say a word. Just tossed his phone on the bed, turned away, dropped the towel.
I gasped—quiet, instinctively.
He was naked.
Full ass on display. Thick, athletic, casually confident. He climbed into bed like he was totally alone, spread out on his back, one knee up, his cock resting against his thigh. I stared. Stared. My mic was muted, my camera off, and I couldn’t move.
Then he picked up his phone again. Scrolled. Smirked. And his hand drifted down.
He started jerking off. Slow strokes. Lazy at first. Like this was his nightly routine.
And I swear—he knew I was still there.
He didn’t check the screen. Not directly. But the way he angled himself, the way he bit his lip and flexed his abs—it felt intentional. Like he was putting on a show for whoever was bold enough to stay.
I was hard within seconds. Palming myself through my shorts like a fucking perv. My eyes glued to the screen, breathing shallow. He was moaning softly now. Whispery. Deep. His strokes got faster. Wetter. He shifted his hips and let out this guttural sigh.
And then—he let out the biggest load I had ever seen.
As his cum dripped onto his abs, he got up from his bed.
Still hard. Still dripping.
He walked toward his screen, cum streaked across his stomach, hand still slick from touching himself.
He leaned in towards his laptop.
Closer.
His face filled the frame. Eyes hooded. Lips parted. Breathless.
And then, dead into the camera—he winked.
Screen went black.
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