A dude on Grindr just asked me to send him a dick pic. I have never really shown my dick to anyone but chicks my whole life. I have always been the straight jock who never even participated in those bro jerk off sessions because I thought it was the gayest shit ever disguised under the excuse that bros help each other out. Yet here I was, lying in my bed rock hard, scrolling through Grindr at two in the morning while my gay best friend slept five feet away.
Another message popped up from the same blank profile.
“Come on, show me your dick, Jason. Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
My thumb hovered over the camera roll. My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. This was stupid. This was so fucking stupid. But my cock was throbbing, leaking steadily into my boxers, and some twisted part of me wanted to know what a random guy would think of a straight guy’s cock.
I opened my hidden album and scrolled through the pictures I had taken of my dick last month and sent to a girl before coming to university. There it was. My cock looked thick and heavy even in the photos. Seven and a half inches when fully hard, with a slight upward curve, a fat mushroom head, and a thick vein running along the top. The skin was smooth, the shaft a shade darker than the rest of my body, and my balls hung heavy and full underneath. It looked good. Really fucking good. I laughed quietly to myself because I knew it was impressive. Years of football, lifting, and good genetics had paid off downstairs too.
I selected the first close up shot. The picture was taken from above, my hand wrapped around the base so the full length and thickness were obvious. The head glistened with a bead of precum at the slit. It looked powerful. Dominant. Exactly like a quarterback’s cock should look.
I sent it.
Then I hesitated for half a second before sending the second one. This was a full body selfie taken from below. My arm was stretched out, phone pointing upward. The shot started at my balls, moved up my thick cock, across my ripped abs, and ended at my flexed pecs. My chest looked carved, shoulders wide, arms pumped. The picture cut off right below my chin so no one could identify me. Still, it showed enough to make any chick stop scrolling.
Well my pecs look really fucking good in this, I thought. Might as well let the dude enjoy the whole view. Make sure he can give me a proper rating.
I sent both pictures and waited, stomach tight, cock twitching against my stomach.
The reply came almost instantly.
“9/10”
I let out a short laugh, half annoyed, half proud.
I typed back quickly. “Why a 9? What would make it a 10?”
The response popped up a few seconds later, filthy and direct.
“It would be a 10 when that thick jock cock is buried balls deep inside me. Caus baby I’m the 1 you need ;)”
I stared at the message, my dick jumping hard. Damn. Dudes were not bad at flirting at all. That one hit differently. Straight to the point, nasty in the best way. I could almost picture it, even though I told myself I should not.
I typed back, trying to play it cool. “Haha thanks. But I am not here to hookup. I am straight.”
I hit send and immediately felt stupid. Here I was, hard as steel, sending dick pics to a stranger on Grindr, and still trying to convince both him and myself that I was straight. I waited, breath shallow, one hand unconsciously palming my cock through my boxers while Percy slept peacefully across the room.
The next message came through.
“Sure you are, Jason. Straight guys always send two pictures of their hard cock to random dudes at 2am. Whatever helps you sleep at night…or not.”
I laughed under my breath, shaking my head. He had me there. My cock was leaking so much now that the front of my boxers was soaked. I gave myself one slow stroke, eyes glued to the chat, waiting to see what he would say next.
Then it came. A picture popped up in the chat.
An ass picture.
My eyes went wide.
It should have done nothing to me. Just another random photo on this stupid app. But the second it loaded my dick jumped so hard it smacked against my stomach with a soft wet sound.
The ass in the picture was perfect. A real bubble butt. Round, full, and smooth with just the right amount of curve. The cheeks were plump and firm looking, the kind that would jiggle when slapped. A faint line of soft dark hair ran down the center, disappearing into the deep cleft. The skin looked warm and slightly flushed like the guy had just been working out or fucking. It was the kind of ass that made you want to grab two handfuls, spread it open and eat it like you were starving.
My cock throbbed violently. I wrapped my hand around it without thinking and started stroking. Slow at first, then faster. This ass was even sexier than the curve and ass crack I had been getting hard to every night when Percy walked around the room. Shit. Imagine this ass on a chick. I would marry that girl and fuck her for the rest of my life.
I stroked faster, fist sliding up and down my precum dripping shaft, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head every time I reached the top. Precum poured out of me non-stop, making everything wet and noisy under the blanket. My balls felt tight and heavy. I could not look away from that perfect bubble butt on the screen.
Another message appeared right under the picture.
“Stroking to it, Jason?”
I typed back quickly with one hand, breathing hard.
“Nah. Just watching some porn.”
I hit send and kept stroking. My eyes stayed locked on that ass. Then a second picture loaded.
This one was even filthier. The guy had reached back and spread his cheeks wide. His pink hole was right there in the center, tight and smooth, winking slightly at the camera. The faint hair around it made it look even more tempting.
Fuck.
My cock oozed out a huge glob of precum. This was the first ass and hole picture on this entire app that truly made my dick lose control. And it was not even Percy’s. Maybe I just liked bubble butts that looked a little feminine but still had that bit of hair on them. I laughed quietly at myself, the sound shaky.
Hunter Calloway, you are so fucked up.
I kept stroking harder now, hips lifting off the bed, fist flying up and down my thick cock. The wet sounds were loud in the quiet room but I could not stop. My eyes stayed glued to that spread ass and that pretty pink hole. I imagined sliding my cock between those cheeks, pushing inside, feeling how tight and hot it would be.
My balls drew up tight. My toes curled. I came hard, biting my lip to stay silent. Thick ropes of cum shot into my underwear, soaking the fabric and running down over my balls and onto my thighs. Pulse after pulse kept coming while I kept pumping my fist, milking every drop. The orgasm hit me so strongly that I was almost about to moan.
When it finally slowed I was panting, chest heaving, cum making a complete mess inside my undies.
Another message popped up.
“Still awake?”
I did not reply. I closed the app fast, tossed my phone onto the mattress, and lay there for a minute trying to catch my breath. My underwear was destroyed. Warm cum was everywhere.
I got up quietly, careful not to wake Percy, and slipped into the bathroom. I cleaned myself up as best as I could, wiping the mess off my cock, balls, and thighs with toilet paper. When I came back into the room Percy had shifted again. He was sleeping on his stomach now, blanket draped over his legs. The curve off his butt was right there. Round. Perfect. Taunting me.
I climbed back into my own bed and pulled the covers up high. My heart was still hammering against my ribs. I whispered to myself in the dark, barely moving my lips.
I like feminine asses. That is not gay at all. Dudes are supposed to be turned on by bubble butts. It’s biology. It makes me more straight than ever. Plenty of straight guys like a nice ass. It does not matter if it is on a girl or... whatever. It is just an ass. Nothing more.
I repeated it a few more times in my head like a mantra, trying to convince myself it was true. The images from Grindr mixed with the memory of Percy’s ass during the massage. Both of them floating behind my eyelids.
Eventually my breathing slowed. The exhaustion from tryouts and the massive orgasm finally pulled me under.
I fell asleep with one last thought looping in my brain.
This does not mean anything. I am still straight. I am still Hunter Calloway.
Little did I know, Percy had been awake the entire time… listening to every single quiet stroke, every shaky breath, and every desperate whispered denial.
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