“Yoo. You are Lila's ex right? “
My ex’s boyfriend had just texted me while I was jerking off to his shirtless pictures on Instagram. It could not be a coincidence.
My heart slammed hard in my chest. My cock stayed rock hard against my stomach as precum leaked out in thick drops. I wondered if I had accidentally liked one of his pictures while zooming in on those shirtless shots. Maybe he saw some gay guy obsessed with him and stalking his profile. Which to be honest I was.
I glanced down and saw how much precum was leaking from my dick. It wasn’t even funny.
I wiped my hand on the sheet and typed back something casual and safe. I tried to sound normal like I had not been beating my meat to the thought of him fucking me.
"Yeah that's me man."
Logan replied almost right away. Short and easy like we were old friends instead of two guys who met hours ago through my ex.
"Yoo cool.
Party was alright.
Why'd you leave early?
Didn't see you later."
I smiled at the screen but felt confused as hell. Why was this hot as fuck stranger who I met hours ago and who was dating the girl I broke up with texting me like we were homies. My cock twitched hard and I wrapped my fingers around my dick again. I started stroking in lazy pulls while I typed back with my free thumb.
"Yeah man. Was just bored. Didn't feel like staying."
He came back quickly.
"Was it Lila?"
I stared at the words for a second. My fist slid up and down my shaft slow. Precum coated everything under my fingers.
"Nah. I've moved on from her."
He sent back.
"Alright alright."
I didn't reply right away. I just stared at the chat with my cock rock hard in my hand. The whole thing felt off in the best way. This dude was dating Lila and now he was hitting me up late at night. My heart beat faster and I kept stroking without thinking.
Then another message popped up.
"You seemed chill, not like most exes lol. What you upto now?"
I smiled again even though my stomach flipped. Why the fuck did this dude want to know what I was doing right now. I remembered the party again. The way our eyes kept locking. The way he caught me staring. Was he trying to make me admit I was stalking him on IG. Trying to trap me into admitting that I liked his picture. I tried to act as casual as possible.
"Just in bed. Chilling. You."
My cock stayed rock hard the whole time. Just talking to this handsome jacked dude made me feel giddy like some girl texting her high school crush. I had to make sure I didn’t mess up in case he was actually interested in me.
My hand started stroking my cock in lazy pulses while I typed back with my free thumb. Precum kept leaking out and I used it to make the strokes smoother.
The chat stayed normal for a bit. Logan asked about work again. I told him I did marketing stuff from home most days. He said his finance job kept him busy but he liked it. Then he dropped the first little hook.
"So. I noticed you were looking at me a lot at the party. Everything good?"
I froze mid stroke. My heart raced again. My fist stayed wrapped around my cock but I did not move it for a second. I typed fast with my thumb.
"Just surprised to see Lila with someone new already. You two look good together."
Logan sent back with a laughing emoji.
"I look good?
Thanks."
I replied before I could stop myself.
"I mean you got decent muscles. Not too bad for Lila. She's obsessed with hunky guys."
He sent a picture right after. It showed him flexing in the gym mirror shirtless. One bicep popped big and veiny. He smiled at the camera with that easy look from the party. Sweat still shone on his chest from the pump. The ridges of his abs stood out sharp under the light. His white shorts sat low and the thick bulge in front looked heavy even in the picture.
I looked at the image twice then three times. I zoomed in on his upper body. This was not even one of the old pictures from his profile. This was new and fresh. My hand moved faster on my cock. Precum made everything wet and shiny under my fist. I zoomed in closer on the sweat running down between his pecs and over the deep ridges of his abs. The bulge in his shorts looked thick and full. My fist pumped steady while I stared.
"Shit. Nice stuff bro."
"Yeah. Thanks man.", Logan replied quick.
Then another picture came through. This one was different. It showed him lounging on the bed late at night in a selfie angle full body shot. He wore nothing but tight white underwear. The fabric stretched tight over a big fat bulge that stood out clear and heavy. His quads looked thick and solid. One leg stretched out. A grin on his face like he knew exactly what he was doing. The pump from the gym was gone but he still looked jacked as hell.
I stared at the pic and my cock throbbed hard in my fist. The bulge looked even more prominent than in the gym shot. I could see the clear outline of his cock head pressing against the white fabric. It looked thick and long. I wondered how many inches it really was when it was hard. My hand stroked faster now. I could not stop. The risk made it hotter. Lila was probably right there in the same house while he sent this to me.
"You do seem to love wearing white a lot."
He replied with another laughing emoji.
"Caught that huh.
White is easy. Goes with everything.
Looks good too."
I kept stroking. My eyes stayed on the new pic. The way the underwear hugged everything. The heavy bulge. The confident grin.
I typed back while my fist moved steady.
"You look jacked bro. Should give me some tips."
Logan came back fast.
"You should send me a picture of you. Fair is fair."
My cock almost exploded right there. It throbbed hard in my grip. Precum leaked out in a long string. I typed with one hand while the other kept stroking slowly.
"Maybe later."
He kept pushing.
"C’mon I’m bored. Lila is in the shower.
What about you? You alone?
Show me."
I read that line and my whole body got hot. I knew what it meant even if he kept it light. My hand moved faster on my cock. Eyes locked on the pic of his big fat bulge in those white underwear. I imagined how many inches it was. How heavy it would feel on my tongue. The risk made my cock leak even more. Lila could walk out of that shower any second and see him texting me.
I typed back quickly.
"Yeah alone. Just chilling."
I attached a quick selfie of just my upper body. Chest and stomach. Skin a little sweaty from all the heavy stroking. I kept my face out of it. Kept it normal. My cock stayed rock hard the whole time I waited for his reply.
He came back fast.
"Hot as fuck, bro."
I smiled at the screen. My fist pumped faster now. Then another picture from him. Back camera this time. Him laid out on the bed. Big heavy quads spread a little. White underwear stretched tight over that fat fucking cock. The bulge looked even thicker from this angle. And in the background just outside the bedroom door I could see Lila. Fresh out of the shower. Standing there in pink pajamas. Hair wet. She looked like she was about to walk in.
Another reply came right after.
"Fuck. She’s back."
By the time Logan’s message came through, I already came hard looking at his big fat cock straining against that white underwear. Ropes of cum shot across my stomach and chest. Some hit my neck. My hand kept moving through it. Cock pulsing and throbbing. I could not stop staring at the pic. At his fat bulge and at Lila right there in the background. The risk was insane. My body shook with the orgasm but I kept my eyes on the screen.
My phone buzzed again while I was still catching my breath. Cum cooling on my skin. Cock still half hard in my messy hand.
"You got plans tomorrow?."
I stared at the words. Heart pounding again. Cock twitching back to life even after I just came. I knew this was crossing into something real now. Logan was texting me while Lila stood right outside the door in her pajamas. He was planning something. And I was naked covered in my own cum staring at the reply box like some desperate slut.
I typed back before I could think too hard.
"Nothing. Just working from home."
He replied quickly.
"Me too man. You should come over.
Lila will be at work all day.
What do you say?"
I read it twice. My cock twitched hard again. This was it. He was inviting me over while his girlfriend was gone. My ex’s new boyfriend wanted me to come over. It felt like booking some secret Grindr date but this time it was with the guy who was fucking my ex. My thumb hovered over the keyboard. Part of me wanted to type “Yes, Sir. I’ll be there” right away. Instead I played it cool even though my heart was racing.
"Idk man. Not sure."
Logan replied almost immediately.
"It’ll be fun. Hate working from home alone.
Maybe I'll give you the tip."
I almost choked on my breath.
Tip.
My eyes widened as I stared at the word. My spent cock gave another heavy twitch against my cum-covered stomach. Was he really saying what I thought he was saying? Right now. With Lila probably drying her hair in the room.
His next message came fast like he knew exactly what I was thinking.
"I mean... tips. About the gym. About gaining muscle and all that shit."
I let out a short laugh in the quiet bedroom. The sound felt strange coming out of me. I was pretty sure he knew exactly what he was doing. The way he typed that first line. The quick correction. It was too smooth. Too deliberate. My mind flashed back to the party. The lingering eye contact. The way his white t-shirt stretched over his chest and showed the outline of his nipple. The thick bulge in his jeans. Now here he was texting me late at night while his girlfriend was right there. Offering to give me tips at their place. Alone.
Still my fingers shook a little as I typed back.
"Cool. I'll be there post lunch."
Logan replied right away.
"Alright. See you then, man."
The chat went quiet after that. I locked my phone and dropped it on the bed beside me. Cum was cooling on my chest and stomach. Some had even dripped down my side. My cock stayed half hard. Leaking again just from the short exchange. I lay there breathing heavy. Staring at the ceiling in the dark room.
Tomorrow I was going over to the place my ex shared with her new jacked boyfriend. The same guy whose shirtless pictures I had just jerked off to twice. The same guy who had sent me a pic of his fat bulge in white underwear while his girlfriend stood outside the bedroom door. The risk felt insane. But the heat in my gut was stronger. I could already picture it. Logan opening the door in whatever he wore around the house. That confident smirk. Those dark eyes locking on mine again. Maybe he would be in another white t-shirt. Or maybe just shorts. Or less.
I reached down and wrapped my messy hand around my cock one more time. Slow lazy strokes while I replayed the messages in my head. The way he said “tip” on purpose. The way he corrected himself like it was nothing. The promise of being alone with him in their place. My fist moved a little faster. Precum mixed with the drying cum on my skin. I closed my eyes and saw his body again. The pumped chest. The deep ridges of his abs. The heavy outline of his cock in those tight white underwear.
I came once again. Weaker than last time but it still hit hard. My hole clenched around nothing as I pictured him pushing inside me on their couch. On his bed. Anywhere he wanted. I moaned low under my breath and kept stroking until the last drop leaked out.
Finally I wiped myself down with a t-shirt from the floor. My body felt spent but my mind was wide awake. Tomorrow post lunch I was walking into whatever this was. Logan. My ex’s new boyfriend. Texting me filthy little hints while she was right there. Inviting me over the second she left for work.
I didn’t know what the fuck was going to happen.
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