My Friend Accidentally Sent Me A Jerk Off Video... - Chapter 1

Andy's POV

Milo and I have been best friends since high school. That kind of best friend that you tell everything to — even the shit you’re not proud of. We’ve seen each other at our worst, highest, drunkest, most broken, most bored. I know the exact timing of his laugh, the way he chews the inside of his cheek when he’s nervous, and how he always peels the crust off sandwiches, even as a twenty-year-old grown-ass man.

We’re both twenty now. Living in the same city. Still stuck together like Velcro. Every weekend we try to find some new spot that feels different — abandoned rooftops, sketchy bars, graffitied alleys, back road tunnels. Today it was the old train tracks.

We climbed down from the platform, hopped between rusted rails, posed shirtless in the late afternoon light, took blurry selfies mid-laugh. Milo tackled me from behind at one point — arms wrapped around my chest, his cheek against mine. We held that pose while the timer snapped. It was dumb. And perfect.

The sun was dipping by the time we rode the train home, sweaty and loud in the near-empty car. Milo sat across from me, legs spread, scrolling through the photos like a film director reviewing his latest shoot.

“Send me all the good ones,” I said.
“Bet,” he grinned, selecting the batch and AirDropping them over.

Back at my apartment, I flopped onto bed, kicked my shoes off, and opened the album. The shots looked even better on a bigger screen — Milo with his sunlit curls, laughing mid-step. Me mid-air. The bridge. The sky. Our stupidly good smiles. It felt like some coming-of-age movie I’d never admit I wanted to live in.

Then I saw it.

A single black thumbnail at the bottom of the roll. No timestamp. Just darkness.

I tapped it.

The preview flickered on — half a second of shaky footage. Heavy breathing. Skin slapping. And then—

Milo.

Naked. Laying back, one leg bent, one hand wrapped tight around his cock. Not just jerking — going in. Like, desperate. His chest rising fast, a little sheen of sweat glinting on his abs, his mouth wide open, panting like he’d been edging for hours.

I froze.

My stomach dropped, but my dick did the opposite — sprang hard in my jeans like it knew something I didn’t.

I shouldn’t have seen that.

I should delete it. Pretend it never happened. Pretend I didn’t see the trimmed patch of hair on his chest, the trail down to his thick dick, curved up and heavy in his grip. I should pretend I didn’t see his hand move so fast it blurred, or that small twist he did at the top that made his whole body twitch.

But I didn’t.

I just... stared.

Then I pressed play.

The audio kicked in this time. Not just the breathing. Moaning. His moaning. I knew that voice. I’d heard it yell across parking lots and scream in laughter and whisper secrets at 2 a.m. But this — this was raw. Guttural. His hips were lifting off the bed, chasing his own touch, chasing something more.

I was already unzipping.

My shirt came off, then my jeans. My cock was rock hard, leaking by the time he arched his back on screen. I stroked slow at first, matching his rhythm like we were syncing up. Like I was there with him, kneeling over him, watching him unravel.

Then his voice cracked.
A broken gasp.
And then—

“Andy—fuck…”

My name.

He moaned my name.

I came so hard I almost dropped my phone.

It hit me in waves — pleasure first, then shock, then that slow, hot shame that wraps around your throat and doesn’t let go.

I stared at the screen, chest heaving, cum on my stomach, heartbeat loud as fuck in my ears.

He moaned my name.

He moaned my name.

And now everything’s changed.

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CHAPTER 2 Preview

Every blink, every shower, every moment I’m alone, that video creeps back. Milo’s voice, the way his hand moved, how his hips bucked like he was imagining someone else touching him. Someone named Andy.

This is the short series I will be posting while I wait for the poll results, hope you like it!