Turned On

As I continue planning what I'm going to make Steve do next, enjoy this one-shot story as I keep writing!

With one hand on my cock, I opened Discord and saw a few direct messages and notifications waiting to be opened. I responded slowly with one hand as the other continued its act.

After dinner, I had finished folding my laundry, read a few more chapters in the book that was now safely resting on my nightstand once again, and I had the rest of the night totally free. I had no direct plans, but I hoped they ended with me sitting in my desk chair out of breath and covered in a sheen of sweat.

I opened Ian’s server to see if there was another story posted, but that wasn’t scheduled to post until tomorrow. I went through a few more servers and was about to head to Bluesky when I saw that familiar red notification pop up. Someone had just gone live in one of the many circle jerk servers that I had joined, and I navigated to that page to check them out.

Opening up the cam stream, I saw a sculpted torso with tanned skin covered in trimmed chest hair. He stepped back from the camera to reveal more of his beautiful body, and as if he had the exact location marked on his floor, his entire frame right up to his bearded chin was revealed. He was wearing a pair of gray sweatpants slung low on his hips, and based on the imprint and the growing number of messages in the chat, I doubted that he was wearing any underwear.

A few more cams opened up, but like usual, all of them were shaky close-ups as guys held their phones right in front of their cocks as they jerked off. There was one guy with an absolutely massive member, but since I couldn’t really see any other hint of his body, I kept the first guy maximized on my screen.

He knew that he was the star of the show, and I couldn’t fault his ego. He was beautiful, and he didn’t seem to be shy as he slowly began idling the waistband of his pants lower and lower. There was a trimmed patch of hair appearing now that was just as manscaped as his chest, and right as the base of his shaft appeared, he slowly began to rotate around to show that ass first. There was a delicious tan line that started dangerously low, and I was imagining him in a tiny speedo now, parading around a beach before stepping under the shower to wash off all of the sand.

Normally, I had these fantasies appear about random men that I saw at the grocery store or at work, but I didn’t need to do that for this model- not when he was exposing himself in reality and not just my imagination. The sweatpants were loose enough to let gravity tug them down once they were lowered past his ass, and my cock was now completely hard as I pumped a fistful of lotion around it.

I dropped the bottle onto my keyboard as I tried to put it back on the desk, but luckily none of it spilled which allowed me to focus on whoever big_cock3 was as he slowly turned back around with one hand trying its hardest to cover his dick. As he finally relented and revealed himself, I saw that he lived up to his username, and I showed my appreciation by adding three eggplant emojis to the chat.

My phone buzzed on my desk, but I was going to let that wait until another notification and then another came through. Wiping my lotioned hand on my chest, I reached forward to grab my phone to see three texts from my best friend.

Dude

What are you doing

?!

Typing back a reply, I quickly placed my phone back on the desk and got back to business.

Reading that new book I told you about. Chat later

There were just a few seconds before another notification came through and then one more.

That doesn’t look like a book in your hand

Pick up your phone!

Turning around as if he was in the room, I saw the curtains on the window behind me safely closed. We used to live together back in college, and it was as if I’d been transported back there to that time that he’d almost walked in on me jerking off.

I laughed off that memory and focused again on big_cock3 stroking himself for all of us, but my friend just couldn’t get the hint. Or at least that’s what I thought until I saw his last message.

Jay, I can see you on cam. Since when did you jerk off on this server?

Shooting up to my feet, my fight or flight reflexes froze halfway through the process, and I just stood there, heart beating too fast as I tried to pretend like my friend was just pulling a practical joke. Looking down at the screen, I saw my new crush still taking care of business, but on the row of thumbnails below his feed, I saw something too familiar… my own cock perfectly lit by my desk lamp.

Frantically trying to find the right icons to click, I instead made my own feed full screen, and as I leaned down to look closer at the menu on the side, I let my scared face appear on the video to join the rest of my naked body.

Finally, I clicked the Disconnect button, and the athletic man pumping his cock was back on my screen as I sunk down into my desk chair. Looking over at the bottle of lotion, I reasoned that I’d probably pressed some key when it fell that turned on my cam.

Mac was still blowing up my phone, but the notifications were coming too fast now. Picking it up, I saw different contacts popping up, and I knew exactly what he’d done.

Opening my phone, I saw that all of the messages were coming from one of my group chats, and as I scrolled up, I saw that he had taken a screenshot of his computer where I was looking right at the camera. He’d added a small eggplant emoji over my cock, but as I zoomed in, I saw that it only partially covered my cock, and I wasn’t sure if it was a mistake or intentional.

Look what Jay decided to show off tonight 😉

This could not be happening. Pinching my arm, I unfortunately stayed conscious as everyone in this group decided to chime in. They all wanted answers, but Mac was probably too busy laughing his ass off to give an update. I was mortified, and I had no idea how I’d ever face these friends ever again.

Closing my laptop, I threw my phone onto the couch behind me and tried to think of some way to fix all of this. No solutions were coming to mind though as only one thought took precedence. Before I’d joined that fateful video earlier tonight, I remember hoping that I’d end the night out of breath and sweaty. That wish had come true but in the worst possible way.