Recap: Brad’s old friend Jason was staying for the night, freshly heartbroken and way hotter than I was expecting. He crashed on our couch shirtless, slept through most of the day, and finally opened up over lunch. Told me his ex was hooking up with his brother. Fucked up, yeah. Somewhere between leftovers and sympathy, I told him Brad and I were filming a scene tonight. Jokingly asked if he wanted to watch. Jason didn’t laugh. He actually said yes. So now here we are.
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Brad adjusted the lights while I sat on the edge of the bed in just my briefs, scrolling through music options on my phone for something sexy but not cringe. Jason was in the corner of the room, on the little chair we usually threw laundry onto. Now it was cleared. For him.
He wore sweats and a black tank. Freshly showered. Arms folded. Trying to look casual. Not staring. Not not staring.
I glanced at him and smiled. “You okay?”
Jason nodded, a little stiff. “Yeah. Just… never done this before.”
Brad smirked as he adjusted the tripod. “What, watched two guys fuck live?”
Jason rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Kinda”
I laughed. “Just relax. Honestly, it’s not even that serious. Half the time we’re laughing in between takes.”
“Unless it’s a good day,” Brad added, stepping behind the camera. “And today feels like a good fucking day.”
He walked over and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me into a kiss. I kissed back easily, melting into it, my arms wrapping around his neck. We were always like this on camera, off camera. Messy, playful, sometimes filthy, but always us.
Brad pulled away and whispered, “I still can’t believe how good you took Cade Wolf last weekend.”
I grinned. “I’ve been sore since Saturday.”
Brad gave me a look. “Yeah? I wanna fuck you today.”
I blinked, a little surprised. “You do?”
He nodded. “Watching you bounce on Cade’s dick made me fucking hard, babe. Let me top you tonight.”
I kissed him again, slower this time. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”
Brad stepped back and peeled off his shirt, cock already half-hard in his underwear. I leaned back onto the bed, tossing my phone aside. Jason hadn’t moved, but I could see his hand slowly resting on his thigh, close to the bulge on his sweats.
I turned to him. “You sure you just wanna watch?”
Jason cleared his throat. “Uhm I think so..”
Brad raised an eyebrow at me but didn’t say anything. He just dropped his underwear and climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips.
The camera beeped: recording.
Brad kissed down my chest, then flipped me over effortlessly. My ass was up now, knees wide, and I could hear the lube being popped open behind me. I turned my head just enough to see Jason. He was leaning forward slightly, hand moving faster.
Brad lined up and pushed in, slow but deep. I groaned.
“Fuck, baby,” I gasped. “You’re already so hard.”
He grabbed my hips and started to move, firm, deep thrusts that made the bed creak. Every snap of his hips shoved my body forward, but he held me tight, panting already.
Behind us, Jason’s voice broke in, low and rough: “Fuck. Yeah. Just like that. Keep going.”
Brad didn’t even look back. “You like watching us, huh?”
Jason didn’t hesitate. “That’s so fucking hot. Don’t stop.”
Brad picked up the pace, hips slapping against my ass. I moaned louder, biting into the pillow.
“You hear him?” Brad said, breathless. “He’s basically directing us.”
Jason groaned. “Fuck, man. Angle his hips up more. Let me see you slam into him.”
Brad laughed, sweat already dripping down his chest. “You’re giving a lot of feedback for someone who’s just watching.”
Jason didn’t miss a beat. “Can’t help it. You guys are insane.”
Brad's thrust got harder, making me jolt forward on the bed.
“Ugh...fuck...Brad,” I gasped. “That’s it. Right there.”
“Tell me if you want me to go slow,” Brad said, voice hot against my ear.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hissed.
Jason again: “Shit. Fuck. I’d kill to be in between you two right now.”
That made Brad pause for half a second. He looked over his shoulder. “Then stop sitting over there.”
Jason froze. “Damn. Really?”
I turned my head and smiled at him. “Yeah, bro. We don’t bite. Unless you want us to.”
There was a moment of silence. Just heavy breathing and slick skin.
Then Jason stood up. He stripped off his tank top, sweats and underwear one after the other, dick hard and leaking from watching Brad fuck me. He walked slowly towards the bed. His eyes were dark, mouth slightly open like he couldn’t believe this was happening.
“Still want to watch?” Brad teased.
Jason climbed up onto the bed. “Fuck that. I wanna feel it.”
Brad backed off me, and Jason knelt behind him. “Switch with me?” he asked Brad.
Brad nodded, already hard again, his cock slick and wet.
Jason lined up behind me, but Brad grabbed his arm. “Nah. You’re not fucking him today.”
Jason raised an eyebrow.
Brad smirked. “You’re gonna ride me instead. Reverse cowgirl. That’s the price of admission.”
Jason didn’t argue. He moved like a man possessed, straddling Brad, facing away, slowly sinking his ass down onto Brad’s cock with a deep groan.
“Fuck...” Jason moaned, hands braced on Brad’s thighs. “Shit. That’s fucking huge.”
Brad grabbed his waist. “Take it, lover boy.”
I got on my knees in front of Jason, watching his face as Brad's dick vanished inside his hole. Then I leaned in and kissed his stomach, slowly trailing up to his chest.
“You feeling good?” I asked, breath warm against his neck.
He nodded, mouth open. “Yeah. Yeah. Fuck. He is huge”
I stroked his cock, teasing the tip, then leaned in and sucked it deep.
Jason moaned so loud the bed shook.
“Shit....Cody.. aah....fuck.”
His hips rocked back on Brad's dick, then forward into my mouth feeding his cock. A perfect rhythm. I looked up and saw his eyes fluttering shut, mouth hanging open.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Brad’s hands gripped Jason’s hips like he owned them, fingers digging into the muscle as he fucked up into him from below, hard and steady. Jason gasped each time Brad bottomed out, his thighs trembling from the pressure, his back arched in this perfect curve that made every angle more desperate. His skin was flushed, sweat slicking down his spine, glistening under the camera lights.
The bed was a goddamn symphony of chaos; springs whining, headboard tapping against the wall, wood frame groaning like it was one thrust away from giving out. But none of us cared. Jason was riding Brad like he was starving for it, body bouncing with every upward thrust. His hands braced on Brad’s thighs for balance, but he was losing it, legs shaking, moaning so loud it felt like he’d forgotten we were filming.
I stayed on my knees in front of him, watching the way his abs tensed, the way his cock slapped against his stomach with every bounce. I leaned forward again, licking up the length, tasting salt and precum, messy and hot. He whimpered.
“Fuck,” Jason choked out. “You’re both...this is...fuck.. intense.”
He was grinding down hard now, chasing every inch of Brad’s cock, while I stroked him again, my hand tight around the base. I pressed a kiss to his hip, let my tongue flick over the head again.
Brad growled under him, voice thick. “Ride it, boy. Show us how bad you need it.”
Jason let out this broken noise, half-laugh, half-moan, and started moving faster, body slapping down onto Brad’s over and over. The sound of skin on skin, the wet glide of spit, the raw, frenzied breath between us...it filled the room.
It was wild. Unbelievably hot. And we were just getting started.
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Jason had been riding Brad in reverse cowgirl, his back arched, sweat gleaming down his spine. He moved like he was made for it...ass bouncing with every upward snap of Brad’s hips, muscles tight, moans shameless. His hands were braced on Brad’s thighs behind him, trying to keep some rhythm, but it was clear he was losing control.
I was kneeling in front of him, laid out on the bed with my head propped up just enough to take his cock in my mouth. His cock throbbed against my lips, wet from leaking nonstop since Brad had first pushed inside him. I licked the head slowly, swirling my tongue around the tip before sinking down inch by inch. Jason let out a choked sound, head rolling back.
“Fuck,” he gasped, hips jerking as he rode Brad and got his dick sucked at the same time. “This is insane.”
I pulled off with a grin. “You ready for a second cock in you?”
Jason blinked down at me, dazed. His breath caught. Then he nodded, fast, eager.
“Yeah,” he panted. “Fuck yeah.”
I stood up slowly, planting my feet on the mattress near his knees, bracing one hand against the headboard. My cock hung heavy in front of his face, slick from his spit, flushed and leaking. He looked up at me like I was dessert.
Then I gripped his hair and slid in.
Jason moaned, breath caught in his throat, his whole body shaking as Brad fucked up into him from below. His hands were still on Brad’s thighs for balance, but barely. Every thrust from behind made his ass bounce, his back arch, his mouth stretch wider around my cock.
I stood over him, one hand tangled in his hair, the other keeping me steady on the headboard. His lips were swollen, flushed, sliding messily up and down my shaft, his throat vibrating around me with every moan.
“Look at you,” Brad grunted from below, thrusting hard enough to shake the whole bed. “Fucking cockdrunk already.”
Jason tried to say something around me, failed, then moaned louder instead.
I looked down, watching his face, watching the spit drip from his chin as he took me deeper. “God, he’s filthy.”
“Slutty as hell,” Brad agreed. “And we’re just getting started.”“Fuck Yeah,” I gasped. “He’s loud.”
“Yeah he is,” Brad grunted behind him, still buried deep. “Wasn’t this the guy who said he was a top?”
Jason pulled back just enough to say, breathless, “I am...fuck but this...this is insane.”
Brad laughed. “Yeah? You still wanna direct, or you wanna just let us take care of you?”
Jason was flushed all over. “Take care of me,” he muttered, voice hoarse. “Fuck.”
I slid out of his mouth and let him breathe for a second. His face was red, hair sweaty, lips swollen from sucking. He looked wrecked. Beautiful. I brushed my thumb over his cheek.
“You’re not gonna forget this night,” I said.
Jason looked up at me with a dazed, cock-drunk smile. “I fucking hope not.”
Brad shifted behind him, pulling Jason down harder on his cock, hips slamming up into him with more force now. The sound of skin on skin echoed around the room, fast and filthy.
“You know,” Brad said between thrusts, “for someone who just got cheated on...you’re having a pretty fucking great time.”
Jason groaned. “Shut up...ugh...keep going.”
I grinned. “You should send your ex this video. Show him you’re doing just fine.”
Jason laughed, biting his lip, then choked on a moan. “You know what... I just might.”
I leaned down and kissed him, tongue sliding against his, tasting my own cock. He kissed back hard, desperate, hungry, like he needed this more than air. His body rocked between us...Brad fucking up into him, me pressing against his mouth.
Eventually, Brad slowed his rhythm, gripping Jason’s waist tight, and eased out of him.
“Switch,” Brad said, eyes on me.
I moved behind Jason without missing a beat, slicking myself up fast, positioning. Jason was already breathless, now on all fours, sweat dripping down his spine.
“You ready?” I asked, rubbing his lower back.
He nodded, voice shaky. “Fuck me.”
I pushed in slowly, groaning as I sank into him. He was warm, tight, still stretched from Brad. His head dropped forward, shoulders trembling.
“Holy fucking hell,” I muttered. “Your hole feel amazing.”
Brad stepped up in front of him now, hard again, stroking himself slowly. “Your turn,” he said.
Jason blinked up at him, eyes wide, then opened his mouth.
Brad slid his cock in, slow and firm.
And just like that, we were back to it...Jason in the middle, spit-roasted between the two of us. I set a steady rhythm from behind, hips slapping against him, his ass bouncing with every thrust. Brad fucked his mouth in smooth strokes, watching Jason’s lips stretch around him.
Jason made the prettiest noises; muffled, helpless little groans that vibrated around Brad’s cock and clenched around mine.
“You’re not doing too bad for a top,” I teased, smacking his ass lightly.
He tried to glare up at me, failed miserably. “Shut up.”
Brad laughed, hand gripping Jason’s hair. “I see myself in you, man.”
“What?” Jason mumbled around him.
“You showed up all quiet and pissed about your ex.. needing a place to crash,” Brad said. “And now look at you. Getting dicked down and loving it.”
Jason groaned, deep and long, like he didn’t even have a comeback for that.
I leaned forward, thrusting harder. “That’s the magic of Brad & Cody’s place, dude. No tops. No bottoms. Just everyone fucking everyone.”
Jason moaned again, practically melting between us.
“Fuck,” he gasped. “I’m gonna come.”
“Already?” Brad teased, pulling out of his mouth.
“Dude, you’re not even touching your dick,” I added, slamming into him deep.
Jason whimpered. “I know. I can’t...fuck...it feels too intense..”
Brad moved behind me, watching us, stroking himself again. “Come for us, then.”
Jason’s whole body locked up. He moaned loud, head back, muscles tense. I felt his hole clench around me as he came hard, untouched, cum splattering across the sheets below him.
I groaned. “Shit, that’s hot.”
Brad was still stroking, breathing harder. “You next, baby?”
“Close,” I managed, still pounding into Jason. “So close.”
Jason was barely upright now, limp with pleasure, but he looked back over his shoulder, lips shiny and swollen. “Fill me up Cody,” he whispered.
I lost it.
I grabbed his hips, slammed in deep, and came hard, spilling into him with a growl. My vision blurred, cock twitching inside him, body jerking with each wave.
Brad moaned behind us. “Fuck, that’s enough. My turn.”
I pulled out slowly, watching my cum drip from Jason’s hole.. dripping down on the bed.
Jason turned, still catching his breath. “You gonna finish on me?”
Brad shook his head. “Nah. I want your mouth.”
Jason blinked, surprised. Then he nodded. “Yeah. That's better..”
I helped Jason sit up, then guided him to the edge of the bed. I stood next to him, stroking his thigh, whispering, “Open wide.”
Brad climbed up on the bed, standing tall, cock in hand, trying to balance on the soft mattress.
“Careful,” I laughed. “Don’t fall through.”
Brad laughed. He stepped forward, lining his cock up with Jason’s mouth. Jason opened wide and took him, deep, no hesitation now. Brad groaned, hips moving in slow circles as Jason sucked.
“Open up wider..,” Brad moaned. “That mouth…”
I wrapped an arm around Jason’s shoulder, petting his hair while Brad face-fucked him, hips snapping forward with increasing speed.
“You ready for Brad's sweet cum?” I whispered.
Jason nodded, drool sliding down his chin, hands gripping my thigh for support. I could tell he was loving it. He wanted to be used. Needed it, even.
Brad gasped. “Gonna....fuck....gonna come.”
He pulled back just in time, stroking the last few inches before spilling across Jason’s face and chest. Thick ropes of cum landed on his lips, chin, and chest, hot and messy.
Jason blinked up at him, breathless, Brad's cum dripping down his neck and my cum down his hole.
We were all quiet for a second, the room thick with sweat and the sound of our breathing.
Then Jason laughed softly. “That was…”
“Yeah,” I said, sitting beside him. “That was.”
He reached for a towel to wipe his face, still smiling. “Hey...can you blur my face in that video? Or just not show it? I mean...it was hot as hell. But I don’t need to be on the internet”
Brad raised an eyebrow. “You think your ex might watch”
Jason smirked. “He watches everything I do.”
“Send him the link,” I said. “Let him know how slutty you are..”
Jason hesitated, then laughed. “You bet.”
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