This actually happened to me a few years ago. English is not my mother tongue, so I put on a plot to AI and asked it to turn to proper English and adjust it.
Back when iPhones didn’t ask for passwords for every little thing, no Face ID, no locked folders.
If someone handed you their phone, you could pretty much open anything. That’s how this all started. By accident.
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Kevin wasn’t snooping.
It had already been a long, shitty day. Hours stuck in the car, driving to some construction site in the middle of nowhere with Bart, his workmate, and driving buddy. They were both sales reps, which meant they spent half their time chasing leads and the other half trying not to kill each other on long drives.
“Dude, check my phone,” Bart said, one hand on the wheel. “I screenshotted the address.”
Kevin reached over and grabbed the phone. No password. Classic Bart. The guy was careless with everything.
He opened the photo gallery and started scrolling.
Memes. Gym selfies. Bart flexing in mirrors. Blurry party pics. Way too many burgers and beers.
“Jesus, man. Ever heard of organizing your shit?” Kevin muttered.
“Just find the screenshot,” Bart laughed.
Kevin kept scrolling. Nothing.
Bart pulled into a gas station where 7-11 is located. “Fuck it, I need a coffee. Keep looking.”
Kevin nodded, and Bart got out.
Kevin leaned back, alone in the car, and exhaled. Maybe the screenshot was in the Recently Deleted folder?
His stomach did a little flip. He wasn’t looking for this. But now that it was there… curiosity kicked in. He tapped it.
That’s when he saw something. And froze.
Bart. Shirtless. Standing in front of his mirror.
The lighting was soft and warm, like it was taken in the early evening. His body wasn’t super ripped like a gym model, but he looked so good. Toned. Athletic. His pecs had a nice shape, his abs were there, not crazy defined, but enough to show he trained. There was a bit of softness around his hips that made him look even sexier. Real. Touchable.
His v-line was sharp, leading into those black boxer briefs.
And the smirk on his face? Cocky as hell. He knew he looked hot.
Kevin’s breath caught in his throat.
He should’ve stopped there. Should’ve locked the phone and waited for Bart to come back.
But he didn’t.
Something in his chest tightened. His heart was racing. He felt like he’d just found something he wasn’t supposed to see—something private, raw… hot.
He scanned through the gallery to find it. There it is. From the small grid, that's it.
Bart was completely naked.
Kevin’s eyes went wide. Bart had taken a selfie from above, holding the phone just high enough to capture everything. His chest, abs, and dick—all in one shot.
And fuck, that dick.
Even soft, it was thick and long, curving slightly to the side, just hanging there between his strong thighs. His cock looked heavy, like it needed support. Trimmed hair, clean but still manly. It wasn’t hard, but you could tell—when it was, it’d be a fucking beast.
Kevin’s cock twitched.
He stared at the photo, hand gripping the phone tighter. His pulse was pounding in his ears. He searched through the folder again. and he didn't disappoint.
Now Bart was on his bed. Lying back. Legs slightly apart. One hand wrapped around his cock. He was hard now—fully, beautifully hard. It should be around 6.5 to 7 inches. His hand moved slowly, stroking from base to tip, and his muscles were flexed just a little from the effort. His forearm veins popped. His abs looked tighter.
His cock was red, shiny, thick and pulsing. The head swollen and leaking.
His lips were parted like he’d just let out a soft moan.
Kevin could barely breathe. His dick was hard in his trouser, pressed against the fabric and throbbing.
Then—there was a video.
His thumb hesitated. His brain screamed don’t do it. But his body said otherwise.
He tapped. Sound first.
“Mmh, yeah… fuck, I’m so hard right now.”
Kevin’s chest tightened. The screen showed Bart on his bed. One leg bent, one hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking slowly, teasing himself.
His face was flushed. His jaw clenched. His body moved in gentle rhythm, hips lifting into his grip, breath getting quicker.
“Shit… I’m close.”
Kevin’s whole body was on fire.
He matched the rhythm with his eyes, feeling his own cock twitch with every movement on the screen.
Suddenly, from the glimpse of his eyes, Bart is coming back. Then—without thinking—he swiped up.
Airdrop.
Files received. His phone buzzed in his pocket.
Fuck.
He had just saved Bart’s nudes.
And then—
“Find what we were looking for?”
Kevin jumped.
Bart was suddenly at the driver’s side, standing just outside the window with a bottle of iced coffee in one hand, the other pushing open the door. Kevin panicked, trying to swipe away the video, fumbling with the screen. But it was too late.
Bart leaned in. Kevin managed to press the home button—just barely—but the video had already been playing.
Bart caught a glimpse. Just enough.
His voice came out in a low groan. “Fuuuuuuuuckkkkkk...”
Then he climbed into the car. Not rushing. Not angry. Just… watching Kevin.
Kevin’s heart was pounding in his chest. “Shit, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—I thought the address might be in Recently Deleted and…”
He trailed off. There was no real excuse. Bart closed the door, still staring at him. The silence was heavy, thick.
Kevin’s throat was dry. His hands were still gripping the phone like it might save him.
Then Bart looked away for a second, cracked the seal on his drink, took a sip—like he needed a moment.
And then, calmly, he asked:
“So… how was it?”
Kevin blinked. “What?”
Bart turned to him, the smirk still there but softer now. More curious than teasing.
“I mean… you watched it, right?” His voice was low, almost casual. “How do I look?”
Kevin stared, heart still thumping.
Bart gave a little shrug, glancing out the windshield for a second before adding, “I’ve never really shown that stuff to anyone. Not unless I was actually dating them.”
His tone was honest now.
The cockiness was still there, but underneath it—something more real.
Kevin didn’t know what to say.
Bart looked back at him. “Never had a mate see it. Feels kinda weird... but also kinda hot.”
That last part came out like a confession. Like he wasn’t sure if he should’ve said it—but did anyway.
Kevin swallowed. “You look… fuckin’ good, man.”
Bart smiled at that. Slow. Like he liked hearing it.
Like maybe… 'he liked being seen'.
Back when iPhones didn’t ask for passwords for every little thing, no Face ID, no locked folders.
If someone handed you their phone, you could pretty much open anything. That’s how this all started. By accident.
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Kevin wasn’t snooping.
It had already been a long, shitty day. Hours stuck in the car, driving to some construction site in the middle of nowhere with Bart, his workmate, and driving buddy. They were both sales reps, which meant they spent half their time chasing leads and the other half trying not to kill each other on long drives.
“Dude, check my phone,” Bart said, one hand on the wheel. “I screenshotted the address.”
Kevin reached over and grabbed the phone. No password. Classic Bart. The guy was careless with everything.
He opened the photo gallery and started scrolling.
Memes. Gym selfies. Bart flexing in mirrors. Blurry party pics. Way too many burgers and beers.
“Jesus, man. Ever heard of organizing your shit?” Kevin muttered.
“Just find the screenshot,” Bart laughed.
Kevin kept scrolling. Nothing.
Bart pulled into a gas station where 7-11 is located. “Fuck it, I need a coffee. Keep looking.”
Kevin nodded, and Bart got out.
Kevin leaned back, alone in the car, and exhaled. Maybe the screenshot was in the Recently Deleted folder?
His stomach did a little flip. He wasn’t looking for this. But now that it was there… curiosity kicked in. He tapped it.
That’s when he saw something. And froze.
Bart. Shirtless. Standing in front of his mirror.
The lighting was soft and warm, like it was taken in the early evening. His body wasn’t super ripped like a gym model, but he looked so good. Toned. Athletic. His pecs had a nice shape, his abs were there, not crazy defined, but enough to show he trained. There was a bit of softness around his hips that made him look even sexier. Real. Touchable.
His v-line was sharp, leading into those black boxer briefs.
And the smirk on his face? Cocky as hell. He knew he looked hot.
Kevin’s breath caught in his throat.
He should’ve stopped there. Should’ve locked the phone and waited for Bart to come back.
But he didn’t.
Something in his chest tightened. His heart was racing. He felt like he’d just found something he wasn’t supposed to see—something private, raw… hot.
He scanned through the gallery to find it. There it is. From the small grid, that's it.
Bart was completely naked.
Kevin’s eyes went wide. Bart had taken a selfie from above, holding the phone just high enough to capture everything. His chest, abs, and dick—all in one shot.
And fuck, that dick.
Even soft, it was thick and long, curving slightly to the side, just hanging there between his strong thighs. His cock looked heavy, like it needed support. Trimmed hair, clean but still manly. It wasn’t hard, but you could tell—when it was, it’d be a fucking beast.
Kevin’s cock twitched.
He stared at the photo, hand gripping the phone tighter. His pulse was pounding in his ears. He searched through the folder again. and he didn't disappoint.
Now Bart was on his bed. Lying back. Legs slightly apart. One hand wrapped around his cock. He was hard now—fully, beautifully hard. It should be around 6.5 to 7 inches. His hand moved slowly, stroking from base to tip, and his muscles were flexed just a little from the effort. His forearm veins popped. His abs looked tighter.
His cock was red, shiny, thick and pulsing. The head swollen and leaking.
His lips were parted like he’d just let out a soft moan.
Kevin could barely breathe. His dick was hard in his trouser, pressed against the fabric and throbbing.
Then—there was a video.
His thumb hesitated. His brain screamed don’t do it. But his body said otherwise.
He tapped. Sound first.
“Mmh, yeah… fuck, I’m so hard right now.”
Kevin’s chest tightened. The screen showed Bart on his bed. One leg bent, one hand wrapped tight around his cock, stroking slowly, teasing himself.
His face was flushed. His jaw clenched. His body moved in gentle rhythm, hips lifting into his grip, breath getting quicker.
“Shit… I’m close.”
Kevin’s whole body was on fire.
He matched the rhythm with his eyes, feeling his own cock twitch with every movement on the screen.
Suddenly, from the glimpse of his eyes, Bart is coming back. Then—without thinking—he swiped up.
Airdrop.
Files received. His phone buzzed in his pocket.
Fuck.
He had just saved Bart’s nudes.
And then—
“Find what we were looking for?”
Kevin jumped.
Bart was suddenly at the driver’s side, standing just outside the window with a bottle of iced coffee in one hand, the other pushing open the door. Kevin panicked, trying to swipe away the video, fumbling with the screen. But it was too late.
Bart leaned in. Kevin managed to press the home button—just barely—but the video had already been playing.
Bart caught a glimpse. Just enough.
His voice came out in a low groan. “Fuuuuuuuuckkkkkk...”
Then he climbed into the car. Not rushing. Not angry. Just… watching Kevin.
Kevin’s heart was pounding in his chest. “Shit, I’m sorry—I didn’t mean to—I thought the address might be in Recently Deleted and…”
He trailed off. There was no real excuse. Bart closed the door, still staring at him. The silence was heavy, thick.
Kevin’s throat was dry. His hands were still gripping the phone like it might save him.
Then Bart looked away for a second, cracked the seal on his drink, took a sip—like he needed a moment.
And then, calmly, he asked:
“So… how was it?”
Kevin blinked. “What?”
Bart turned to him, the smirk still there but softer now. More curious than teasing.
“I mean… you watched it, right?” His voice was low, almost casual. “How do I look?”
Kevin stared, heart still thumping.
Bart gave a little shrug, glancing out the windshield for a second before adding, “I’ve never really shown that stuff to anyone. Not unless I was actually dating them.”
His tone was honest now.
The cockiness was still there, but underneath it—something more real.
Kevin didn’t know what to say.
Bart looked back at him. “Never had a mate see it. Feels kinda weird... but also kinda hot.”
That last part came out like a confession. Like he wasn’t sure if he should’ve said it—but did anyway.
Kevin swallowed. “You look… fuckin’ good, man.”
Bart smiled at that. Slow. Like he liked hearing it.
Like maybe… 'he liked being seen'.
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