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Ctrl Z Doesn T Work On Dicks

Ctrl Z Doesn T Work On Dicks

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Belgrade, Jun 2020

Stefan leaned back into the worn leather of his computer chair, the muted light of sunset casting shadows across his apartment walls. His laptop was already open, webcam positioned lazily on a stack of books, an open beer sweating beside his keyboard.

The familiar ding of Zoom cut through the silence.

"Ajdeee, konačno!" Jelena's voice burst into the call, her video coming into focus with her sprawled out across her couch in boyshorts and an old Partibrejkers tee. Her nails were chipped, a half-finished bottle of rakija already visible in the background. "Stefan, you're late. Again."

"Technically," he said, his voice calm and amused, "you're just early."

Another chime. Ivana joined. Neatly composed, as always. Her dark hair was tied in a braid over one shoulder, her silk robe revealing a hint of bare collarbone and smooth thigh. Behind her, soft white curtains fluttered with the breeze. Always minimal. Always elegant.

"Hi," she said, glancing into the camera with a small wave. "Can we please keep this one semi-civilized tonight?"

Jelena snorted. "No promises."

Stefan lifted his beer. "Only if you're pouring me another one."

They all chuckled as the fourth square popped up.

Marija had arrived.

She looked effortlessly radiant in a thin tank top and no bra. Her nipples subtly pushed through the fabric, her eyes outlined in smudged liner, cheeks glowing from either makeup or mischief. Probably both.

"All right," Jelena said, already pouring herself another. "Let's talk about the important things: who's getting fucked during the Covid apocalypse?"

Stefan didn't answer, just took a slow sip and smirked.

Ivana rolled her eyes. "I'm in a relationship. That doesn't mean I'm getting any. Filip's been quarantined in Novi Sad for three weeks. We're doing the whole long-distance suffering thing."

"Wait, you still haven't seen each other since lockdown started?" Marija asked, genuinely surprised.

"Nope. Just video calls and disappointment."

"Well, at least you've got a boyfriend," Jelena sighed. "All I've got is a drawer of batteries and a playlist of moaning male ASMR with rough doggy-style videos."

Marija gave her a playful side-eye. "Not all of us are dry."

That caught everyone's attention.

Jelena raised a brow. "Wait. Wait."

"I mean..." Marija trailed off, tracing the rim of her glass. "There might have been someone."

Ivana tilted her head. "What do you mean might?"

"You either did or didn't," Jelena said.

Marija hesitated, then looked directly into the webcam. "Okay. I did."

Stefan sat perfectly still, watching.

Jelena gasped like she'd just seen Jesus in a towel. "WHO?!"

Marija's lip curled into that slow smile of hers. "You know him."

"Marija!" Ivana's eyes widened.

Stefan knew what was coming before she even said it.

"It was... Stefan."

For a second, no one spoke.

Jelena's mouth hung open. Ivana's expression was frozen, her wine glass paused halfway to her lips.

"You're fucking joking," Jelena said finally. "You fucked Stefan?!"

Marija nodded once, slowly. "Yeah."

Stefan stretched his legs under the desk and said nothing.

"Oh my god," Jelena whispered. "When?"

"Last Friday," Marija replied. "I was tipsy. He lived like 2 streets away from me so he invited me over to borrow that shitty HDMI converter so i can hold my work calls. We had some wine. Then... yeah."

Jelena found her voice. "You never said anything!"

"I wasn't planning to," Marija said. "It just slipped."

Jelena leaned into her camera. "Okay but like... how was it?"

Marija licked her lips. "Exactly how you'd expect."

"I need specifics," Jelena demanded, flushed with alcohol and curiosity.

"I don't kiss and tell," Marija teased.

"Liar."

"Okay, fine." Marija sighed, dramatically. "We didn't start in the living room. We didn't even make it to the bedroom. I was on his couch. Legs spread. My panties still on. He just moved them aside. Like it was nothing."

Jelena's mouth parted, slightly. She was staring.

"And?"

"And," Marija smirked, "he's big. Like... I bigg."

Jelena nearly dropped her glass.

"No. Fucking. Way."

"He was slow at first, then" Marija shivered, just from the memory. "You know that moment when it goes from nice to filthy? Yeah. That."

"Jesus," Jelena whispered, fanning herself with one hand. "I knew the rumors weren't bullshit."

Ivana was completely quiet. Her cheeks flushed now, pupils dilated slightly. Her boyfriend Filip was far, far away and very not Stefan.

Stefan finally spoke. "You all could've just asked me."

Ivana blinked. "Excuse me?"

He smiled. "You've all been dancing around it for months. It's not like I haven't noticed."

"Oh?" Jelena leaned back, grinning. "And what exactly have you noticed, Mr. Big Dick Energy?"

Stefan's voice dropped, low and deliberate. "The stares. The way your tone shifts when I talk. The way Ivana licks her lips when she's thinking. Come on i mean we been chatting so much lately clearly sexual tension was building for all"

Ivana gasped. "I do not"

"You just did."

Her face turned crimson.

Marija bit back a laugh. Jelena was practically squirming now, fingers tracing the rim of her shot glass.

"Are you flirting with us, Stefan?" Jelena asked, biting her lip.

"I'm answering your questions."

"And if we ask for proof?" Marija challenged, her eyes glinting.

Stefan raised an eyebrow. "You want me to stand up?"

Jelena looked like she was about to combust. "YES."

Ivana whispered, "You wouldn't."

He didn't move.

But he didn't say no either.

The silence stretched, thick and molten.

"I think we need another call," Marija said, voice low. "Just the three of us. No distractions."

Ivana tried to look outraged but her camera betrayed her. Her thighs had shifted. Her breathing had deepened.

Jelena smiled wickedly. "Or... maybe a little game next time. Truth or dare. But... with stakes."

Stefan leaned forward, gaze steady. "You sure you're ready for that?"

Another silence. Electric. Dangerous.

No one logged off.

Not yet.

After 20 minutes they ended the call for that night and went to bed.

Few days later.

The group chat was quieter at first this time. No drinking games. No sex jokes. Just the low hum of four people nursing boredom and pretending not to think about what had been said the days before.

But everyone was thinking about it.

Especially Ivana.

Especially Stefan.

He noticed the way her eyes clung to him just a second too long. Her voice had a new softness, like every syllable she spoke was being measured, like she didn't trust herself to say the wrong thing.

Jelena, on the other hand, was all fire. Tonight she wore a low-cut tank top that showed off the swell of her tits and a pair of black shorts that barely covered her ass. Her legs were folded up in her chair, her fingers dancing idly across her thigh whenever Stefan spoke.

Marija, already smug from having been there, leaned back against her pillows, smirking as she scrolled through her phone. Her tank was thin. No bra again. She knew what she was doing.

"Alright," Jelena said, setting her shot glass down after her third rakija. "I've been dying all week. I need to know if you were lying."

"About?" Marija teased, pretending to be coy.

"Don't. You said Stefan's dick was a top lvl experience. I need clarity. I need charts."

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Ivana shifted. "Jesus, Jelena."

"What? I'm serious." Jelena leaned in, eyes sparkling. "It's quarantine. I haven't seen an actual cock in two months. Let me live vicariously."

Marija stretched lazily. "I already said what I said. If you want the rest, maybe you should find out for yourself."

"Oh my god, I will."

Stefan finally spoke, his voice low and calm. "You know you're not exactly being subtle Jelena."

"I'm not trying to be," Jelena fired back. "You could've shut it down last week. You didn't."

He raised an eyebrow. "Do you want me to?"

Jelena stared straight into her camera. "I think I want to see it."

The room went quiet.

Ivana's breath caught in her throat.

"Come on," Jelena continued, her voice dipping into something softer, darker. "We're all adults here. We've all talked about it. Marija's clearly still glowing. Ivana's practically biting her tongue. And I'm... curious."

"Jelena," Ivana said carefully, "I don't think that's"

"Why not?" Jelena turned to her. "You've got Filip. You're the safe one. You'd never do anything, right?"

Ivana didn't respond.

Stefan leaned forward just slightly, elbows on his knees.

"You all really want proof?"

Marija smiled slowly. "It's only fair don't you think so Stefan we are all friends here."

Jelena nodded eagerly.

Ivana said nothing but her fingers were curled tight into her robe.

"I'll show it," Stefan said, his tone calm and even, "but if I do... it doesn't end there."

"What does that mean?" Ivana asked, her voice a little too breathless.

"It means if I show you," Stefan replied, "you're not just looking. You're reacting. I want honesty. I want confessions. Real answers to what you really think."

Jelena licked her lips. "I want to see it."

Marija purred, "You already know my answer."

Ivana's voice was quiet. "This isn't fair."

"No," Stefan said. "It's true."

There was a long pause.

Then, slowly, Stefan stood.

His hands went to the waistband of his shorts, and for a brief second, the screen froze everyone completely still as he pulled them down.

And there it was.

Ivana gasped out loud.

Jelena's jaw dropped.

Marija just smiled, like she was watching a rerun of her favorite scene.

Stefan's dick was everything Marija had described and more thick, veiny it was just meaty. His pubes were dark but trimmed, framing the sheer weight of it. It didn't just look good it looked perfect.

Jelena actually whimpered.

Ivana's hand slipped down, pressing between her thighs almost instinctively.

"Holy. Fucking. Shit," Jelena whispered. "It's a good dick i can't lie."

"I told you," Marija said smugly.

Stefan didn't say a word. He just let them look.

"That's really big, how bigger can it get?" Ivana guessed softly, eyes locked on the screen.

"Well i can't give you all the info," Stefan replied.

"And... thick," Jelena added, licking her lips. "God. Imagine choking on that."

Ivana exhaled shakily, trying to hold herself together.

"You okay over there?" Marija asked her playfully.

"I... I shouldn't be watching this," Ivana murmured, but her eyes never left the screen. "This isn't right."

"But does it feel wrong?" Stefan asked teasingly.

She didn't answer.

"I think we should make it a game," Jelena said suddenly, her voice husky with lust. "Next idea. Everyone brings toys or something they have. Everyone tells the truth. We push it. See who really wants what."

Ivana was already rubbing her thighs together, breath shaky.

Stefan's cock twitched, the thick tip glistening with a bead of precum.

"Are you sure Filip would approve?" Marija asked Ivana with a smirk.

Ivana stared into the camera and said nothing.

But her silence said everything.

The screen flickered as another drink was poured, tension melting slowly back into the room like warm oil on skin. No one had said a word about what happened during the last conversation not directly. But everything about the way they looked at Stefan was different now. Felt like a entertainment they needed but didn't get during this pandemic.

More lingering glances.

More tongue biting.

And when Jelena crossed her legs tonight, she made sure the camera caught the flash of skin above her thigh-high socks.

Stefan sat back, arms behind his head, stretching until the hem of his t-shirt lifted just enough to reveal the toned trail of hair that led below his waistband.

"So..." Jelena finally spoke, her grin unmistakable. "Let's get back to what really matters."

"Which is?" Marija asked, already knowing.

"Dick," Jelena answered flatly. "We got a preview last time. Now I need context."

"I gave you context," Marija said, lazily swirling her wine. "You didn't believe me."

"I believe you," Ivana murmured, before she could stop herself. Then quickly added, "I mean you're not the type to lie about stuff like that."

Marija smirked but said nothing.

"Oh yeah?" Jelena turned, locking eyes with Stefan. "How big is it, really?"

Stefan chuckled. "Didn't you get a good look?"

"I want numbers," she said. "And maybe something to compare it to. I'm a visual learner."

Ivana took a slow sip of her drink, not speaking but her cheeks were already flushed.

"I had my suspicions," Marija said, looking at Jelena, "that you were a bit of a size queen."

"Guilty," Jelena shrugged. "I mean, it's not everything, but it's...a lot."

"Big big," Marija repeated, teasing now.

"Oh, come on," Jelena groaned. "I'm over here three months deep in a dry spell, and you're just casually dropping bombs like that?"

"You could've found out like I did," Marija grinned. "It wasn't exactly hard."

"Fuck you," Jelena whined. "Seriously. I'm losing my mind here. And now I'm stuck picturing Stefan with a third leg."

"Visuals don't do it for you?" Ivana asked, shifting uncomfortably in her seat.

"I'm more...mental than visual," Jelena explained. "Like, porn is whatever. But the idea of a real guy packing serious heat? That gets me."

"Regular guy, huh?" Stefan said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Don't get me wrong you're hot. But still. You're not, like...a porn star."

Stefan gave a slow smile. "You sure about that?"

Jelena's eyebrows raised. "Wait, are you?"

"No," Stefan laughed. "But if you want a frame of reference..."

He reached over and grabbed the remote from the coffee table a chunky Samsung remote, black, with smooth rubber buttons.

Jelena blinked.

"No," she whispered.

He held it up. "About this long. Maybe a bit longer."

"Get the fuck out," she gasped. "Seriously?"

"Not quite as thick," he added. "But the length? Pretty accurate."

Marija sat back with a knowing smile. "Told you."

Ivana's breath caught in her throat. Her thighs pressed together, but she kept her hands off-camera.

"You're all evil," Jelena said, fanning herself. "You know I'm horny and fragile."

"That's a pretty fair comparison."

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Marija laughed. "Oh god, imagine we find a porn-star that resembles Stefan."

Ivana "That would be bad."

"You're picturing it now, aren't you?" Jelena teased her.

"I'm not...well, maybe a little," Ivana said, voice tight.

Then, quieter: "This isn't fair."

Marija leaned in toward her camera. "You want to see it, don't you?"

"I can't," Ivana said. "I shouldn't."

"But you wanted to," Stefan said.

Ivana didn't reply. She just looked away.

Meanwhile, beneath his desk, Stefan was already half-hard. The talk, the heat in their eyes especially Ivana's conflict it lit a fire in his blood.

Marija saw it first. She noticed the subtle shift in his posture, the way his shoulders tensed. She smirked.

Jelena, clearly tipsy and too far gone to care, leaned forward. "Okay, real question. Is it...pretty when hard? Or does it look like a scary flesh-club?"

Marija laughed. "It's hot. Like, really. Clean. Pink. Big mushroom tip, veins all over it like google maps, upward curve to the left a bit. Honestly? Kinda beautiful."

"Fuck," Jelena moaned. "I hate you. I'm going to need a toy after this call."

"Use your hand," Marija teased.

"Not the same."

They kept talking, but Ivana's silence was louder than all of them.

That's when Stefan did it.

While the girls kept laughing, he leaned over just enough to place Ivana's name into a private DM on his phone.

Stefan (private):

Want a real look?

Her eyes widened on camera but she didn't respond.

A minute later, her phone buzzed in her lap.

She looked down.

Opened the message.

And gasped.

It was a photo.

Taken just now.

From above.

Stefan's cock laid out thick and heavy across his thigh. The remote beside it for scale.

Ivana's fingers gripped her phone like a lifeline.

On camera, she said nothing.

But under her robe?

Her hand had finally moved.

The night went on they laughed talked about the pandemic and politics. Series that are interesting to watch on Netflix etc... So it was time for bed they all went to sleep zoom call ended.

The next day.

It started as a joke.

A few memes in the group chat. Some vague references to "that remote." Then, like clockwork, Jelena dropped in late-night with:

"Ok, so... i might found someone that looked like Stefan and its a pornstar?"

Stefan replied:

"What. Why?"

"Because if you really look like that below the belt... I need visuals. Academic research and all."

That led to another Zoom call.

Mid-week this time. Casual. No alcohol. Just barely restrained lust simmering beneath polite conversation. Ivana said she wasn't staying long Filip was due to call but she stayed.

They always did.

"Which video should I click?" Jelena asked, screen-sharing her incognito browser like it was a goddamn TED Talk.

"Look for the one with the bratty babysitter," Stefan said, hiding his smirk.

"Oh, I see it. 'Bratty babysitter doesn't do what she is told and gets fucked?'"

"That's the one."

"Pffft. She's literally eating on the sofa with her tits out while talking on her phone," Jelena laughed after a few minutes how absurd it is to think someone does that and is at work.

"Skip forward. There's a blowjob part," Stefan instructed.

Ivana wasn't saying a word.

But her eyes hadn't blinked in over a minute.

There was silence for about thirty seconds as Jelena jumped around in the clip.

Then she said it.

Quiet. Like she forgot she was unmuted.

"...Nooo. Really? This is what your penis looks like?"

Stefan just leaned back and said, "Uh huh close enough."

"Well fuck me," she whispered more to herself than anyone else.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Marija teased.

"Who wouldn't? This is a perfect example," Jelena gushed. "Does it really look like this, Marija?"

"Well, Stefan is trimmed. But yeah, the shape? The curve? That's very close to him," Marija confirmed.

Ivana finally spoke.

"...It's really thick."

Marija grinned. "You've been watching closely, huh?"

"Shut up."

Jelena was still transfixed. "Like... the size of it. Jesus."

"It's not just the size," Marija said, smug. "It's the way he uses it."

"Oh my god, you're so annoying," Jelena whined. "I want to know what it feels like."

"You said you were mental, not visual," Stefan teased.

"I changed my mind," she said, eyes glued to the screen. "I want both you can't blame the girl for wanting something."

Then something happened.

Something subtle.

Stefan felt it first his dick hardening, heavy and pulsing in his lap from the sound of them talking about him like that, he liked the attention in a weird way. The clip was still playing on screen, the babysitter now gagging on the actor's cock, wet sounds filling the silence.

Stefan shifted. The fabric of his joggers now stretched tight around the base of his shaft.

Then a private message popped up.

Ivana (private):

Does it really look like that when you cum?

He stared at the message.

Paused.

Then slowly started to pull his waistband lower, letting his thick shaft spring free below the camera's edge.

Stefan (private):

Want to see?

No reply.

But a few seconds later, he saw Ivana's hand rise to her mouth. She bit her nail and nodded. Barely.

Stefan decided to test something out.

Stefan (private):

Are you still watching? Nod if you do.

She nodded again.

Then, without a word, Stefan reached for his phone.

He hit record.

Angled it down.

And wrapped his fist around his cock.

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