Modesty is Overrated

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I know that I should have been a bit more careful, but fuck it, modesty is for ugly people. Let’s face it- there is no use pretending that I’m not a perfect specimen of the male figure. I mean, just look at me. I have a six pack that stays visible even when I’m not flexing or dehydrating myself. Tanned skin from my morning runs (and not from a bottle). I can flex my biceps hard enough to rip sleeves, and I can make my pecs bounce whenever I feel like it.

I’m fucking sexy, and I have no problem showing that off. And oh yeah, I have a big cock as well. Just to rub it in for everyone trying to find a flaw.

All of that adds up to me not giving a fuck who stares at me. I get looks at the gym, on the street, and even from my coworkers in the office. As I walk around, pants clinging to my tree trunk thighs and meaty ass, I see their eyes wander even if they try to hide it. Not once has it ever bothered me- I work out to look good, and if others enjoy that too, then that’s just my good deed for the day.

In fact, I’m not really sure that I’ve ever worried about someone looking… until today.

After I got back from the gym, I stripped off my sweaty pump cover and threw it into the hamper as the smell of my musk filled up the room. I lived just a short walk from my gym, so I always saved my after-workout shower until I got home to take my time. The thought of me feeling the cool tile wall against my back as my hand wrapped around my soapy cock had me hard in seconds, and the fact that I’d gone commando today wasn’t helping the situation at all.

My hot and bothered brain decided that I needed an audience, so I called my girlfriend and propped up the phone as she answered the FaceTime call.

Hey sweetie, good mo- fuck!

I’d caught her fixing breakfast, and it took her a second to see my exposed body on screen for her as I grabbed onto my thick shaft through my sweats. I’d gotten extremely lucky in finding her- she was an elementary school teacher who was genuinely a nice person. I’d been set up with her since my cousin worked at the same school. I know that I talk a big game and look like I’d be hooking up with new girls every night, but I was deeply in love.

Sorry, just got back from the gym, and I couldn’t help myself.

Oh, do not apologize, I was actually, she turned around to grab something with her fork off the pan on the stove, in the mood for sausage myself. Laughing at her own joke, I just let her get it out of her system as she added a second sausage above it to get a more accurate depiction. I wasn’t sure if her smile now was because of her joke or what I was doing, but I couldn’t stop myself. Sliding down my pants, I stood naked on screen and began pumping my thick cock now that I was completely rock hard for her.

She couldn’t do anything but stare, and she stood just like that for about a minute before I saw her eyes go big.

Oh my god, I completely fucking forgot that I’m cooking breakfast for Caroline this morning. Fuck, she slept over last night after getting back from the airport so she just got out of the shower. One second- let me pause this and go see what she’s doing.

Unable to be mad at her, I just kept stroking because I was aching too bad for release and couldn’t stop. I knew she’d be back before I finished, and not even the thought of her bitchy friend could stop me. She used Rebecca like an Uber and an Airbnb whenever flying into town for work, but my girlfriend was too nice to say no. It was her one flaw, and it would come back to bite me in the ass today.

After about a minute, she came back looking flustered and leaned into the camera to whisper where only I could hear it. Always a bit technologically inept, I didn’t even tell her that she could have just texted me.

Sorry babe, Caroline had actually already gotten ready when I picked up. I just helped her take her bags to the elevator while she finished up here, but she’s gone now. Okay, where were we?

I knew exactly where we were, and I wagged my cock at her to jog her memory. As she turned off the stove and leaned down to let me see the perfect angle of her cleavage, I knew that there was no point in holding back now.

As my orgasm began to build deep inside of me, I felt my muscles contracting as I tried to hold off as long as possible. This turned out to be my biggest mistake of the day.

Finally, I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I felt myself pass that point of no return as my cock began to release the pent-up tension that had been building all morning. Rebecca just waited on the other end of the phone, biting her lip with her right hand out of frame. It only came back into view to cover her mouth as the emotion on her face immediately shifted. I worried that I’d done something wrong, but I realized that it wasn’t my mistake once I started getting text messages too.

Opening my phone with my dripping cock still standing at attention, I saw over a dozen of my friends frantically texting me.

Dude, what the fuck are you doing?

I know you’ve been hitting the gym extra lately, but I didn’t know that you’ve been going this hard…

As I kept scrolling, I finally realized that I should hang up and pull up my pants. Once I did, I got a regular call from Rebecca.

That bitch!

Becs, what are you talking about?

Caroline- that bitch! She asked me to take her suitcase to the elevator while she ran back inside to grab her hair dryer. Turns out, she was just fucking lying. She got on my phone and added herself to the Facetime call.

Babe, that’s not the biggest deal. I’ve probably accidentally walked in front of her before getting out of the shower at your place.

No, babe, I’m so sorry. Her boss just called me.

Her boss?

Caroline got fired yesterday- that’s why she flew in to get to the office. Apparently, her sector is being shut down, so they all lost their jobs. She’s apparently going scorched earth and wanted to go out with a bang.

Babe, just get to the reason why I’m getting these texts.

Okay… when she got back inside, she unpaused the FaceTime, but you apparently weren’t looking at the screen to notice. She added herself to the call and somehow hooked that up to where she could go on Instagram Live.

Wait, you can’t have nudity on that app… right?

Correct- she apparently was trying to get her company’s page shut down as revenge. She livestreamed you on their profile, not hers.

Dropping my phone on the floor, my vision started to blur a bit as I felt my cheeks warmed by the blush spreading across them. Caroline was a bitch, but she was also a big deal. She worked at a major tech firm, and their pages probably had millions of followers. I’d probably only been online for about thirty seconds, but there was no telling who had seen it. It had been enough time for my friends to see it at a minimum when I was tagged.

Hearing Becs screaming up at me from the floor, I grabbed my phone again.

Taylor, the video is down now, but she tagged you right before it crashed. Your followers might have seen it, but I’m not sure who else did.

As it turned out, over 27,000 people were able to open the video before it was taken offline. My face wasn’t in the shot, but anyone there could have clicked my username linked below and gone to my then public profile. I still receive hundreds of follow requests a day, and even though that number was decreasing every day, it had already been two weeks since that morning.

I used to think that I didn’t have a modest bone in my body, but thousands of people seeing you jerk off can change that very, very quickly…