Brett Bradley's Cock

OK...So I'm a porn lover. I freely admit it. I consume a lot of porn. In my current situation, where I'm not seeing anyone right now, porn and my right hand are a gift from the baby Jesus. Don't get me wrong, if someone comes along, I'm not going to look a gift horse (wishful thinking) in the mouth. I'm a perfectly well-adjusted male with a lot going on. I do love me some porn, though and a nice, long, slow jack-off session with or without toys. Sometimes several times a day. 

So something about me. I'm an average oversexed guy. Even at my age (I'm in my early forties) I think about sex a great deal. I'm nothing special to look at. Brown hair, starting to thin, so I keep it buzzed very short. I have a full beard and mustache which I also keep very well-trimmed. I've been told I have striking eyes (they're hazel and very prone to changing colors depending on my mood and the lighting. Sometimes they're dark brown, other times they are green.). In all other ways I am very average. I suppose I have certain attractive qualities, but I'm not one of those guys that can snap his fingers and get laid. There is usually a goodly bit of work involved for me. 

My taste in men runs the gamut. I like 'em burly, or skinny, dark or fair, hairy or smooth. There is no real telling who I'll be attracted to. It's all mood and circumstance, you know? Same holds true for my porn consumption. I don't have a type that turns me on more than any other. My current obsession is Brett Bradley. By all accounts, he ain't pretty. Not like those pretty little Bel Ami things. He seems more...obtainable. Unconventional looks and a slim build. His gap-tooth smile is a turn-on, and he smiles a lot in his videos. Usually in the lead up to sex. He is one of those guys where it's hard to tell...he's either smiling so much because of nerves, or the whole thing amuses him and he's smiling at his own private joke. Once the sex starts, he's all business and very much into it. I've never seen him lay there like a bump on a log staring off into space in a state of bored catatonia like so many others. While the camera rolls, he's right there in the moment, at least making you believe that it feels amazing and he's really getting off.

 I can't talk about Brett Bradley without talking about his most obvious asset. Brett Bradley's cock. Jesus! It's a masterpiece. My mouth is watering just now thinking about it. He's a big boy, but not obscene, and it's completely beautiful...every vein and surface. From the fat, circumcised head, to the thick base. It's the most amazingly suck-able looking cock, and believe me, I've spilled substantial goo watching some lucky bastard with his mouth wrapped around that beauty. His is the perfect cock, and the guy it's attached to has a certain amount of charm, too. 

Remember me saying I wouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth? Well, I was downtown visiting my favorite unconventional book store not too long ago when a gift horse wandered my way. I was camped out in my favorite section, Sci-Fi / Fantasy. Yeah, I'm a big nerd on top of it all. I was engrossed in the graphic novels, trying to decide which new series I was prepared to invest a ton of dough getting hooked on, when I noticed him for the first time. 

He looked a bit out of place, at least for that section. He was dressed in well-worn jeans and a simple jersey pull-over crew with a single button neck. He had a light hoodie, tied around his waist and what looked like scuffed construction boots, untied. It was all about comfort. He had dark brown hair, in a very high and tight fade, just long enough on top to hang down over his right eye. His skin was fair and I could see a scattering of freckles across his nose. whiskers lined his jaw, but his face, otherwise, was bare. He appeared to be no older than twenty five or so. Maybe just out of college and not settled in a job or career yet. 

All of this assessment was completed in a glance, however it was not brief enough of  a glance for me not to get busted. He raised an eyebrow and smiled at me, and I blushed. I hate getting caught gawking. I turned immediately back to my selection process and tried to forget the attractive young man whom I knew I had no real chance with. I perused several novels, studying the illustration and the use of language and writing style in the text parts and decided on the Secret Empire series, so I picked out the first four editions in the series and made my way out of the section before I did my credit cards irreparable harm. 

I stopped to look at some photography books when I noticed I had some familiar company. It was the same guy who caught me staring in the Sci-Fi section. Could be coincidence, I am never sure about these things. I lack confidence and a lot of experience when it comes to the mating dance. I couldn't tell for sure, but it appeared to me as if he were watching me out of the corner of his eye without turning my way. I decided to put the whole situation to the test. I headed out of the aisle right past him and I "accidentally" bumped him with my shoulder as I passed.

"Excuse me!" I said deferentially "I'm such a klutz..." 

"No...it's alright. No blood, no foul" He smiled. His eyes boring into mine as we stood in silence for a moment longer than was comfortable. I nodded and went on my way, stopping in the Cooking section. 

Within a few minutes, I was joined by my mystery man. I got a good look at him as he approached the aisle, or more appropriately, I got a good look at his crotch. He was packing. His jeans fit him very nicely as I mentioned before, but it was almost as if they had been custom treated to highlight his junk. The crotch seemed over-packed with a couple of sizable eggs, and a longish lump extended down the left leg for four or five inches. I searched the familiar shelves for a couple of seconds and pulled a book down and handed it to him.

"I recommend this one. I use it a lot myself." I smiled and headed to the checkout line. The book was entitled "Great Recipes for Coupling". He looked at me with a look of surprise and then a wide grin. 

"Thanks, Mr....."

"Redmon...Paul Redmon...just call me Paul" I said.

"Nice to meet you...I'm Stephen Tolliver."

"Hey Stephen....umm....they make some pretty good coffee in that little place just around the corner...can I interest you in a beverage?"

Stephen smiled and answered simply "No..." My stomach sank. Well I had most certainly read the tea leaves wrong. I'm not a stranger to rejection by any means, but it doesn't make it any more fun each time it happens. As my mind spun looking for a graceful way out, I almost missed what he said next. 

"I'd rather go someplace with you....alone." It took a couple of seconds for that to register.

"Uh...sure. My place is close if you want to come over..." I said. I think I actually audibly gulped, first. I can't say.Stephen stepped close to me, smiling "I do..." he whispered. I could smell the mint on his breath.

Within fifteen minutes, I locked the door of my apartment behind us and was unceremoniously pushed up against it. Grabbing my wrists, he held my arms over my head and stepped into me, his lips fastened to mine insistently, tongue probing for entrance. I didn't have to think long, to open up and admit him. Thank you gift horse gods for sending this one my way. His whole body pressed mine to the door and I could feel every inch of him, including the rapidly hardening python against my hip, where he was grinding it slowly and sensuously. He released my wrists and his hands came down my arms and along my flanks until they came to rest on my hips, meanwhile his kiss deepened and became more passionate. 

He was making whimpering sounds as his tongue probed my mouth, wrestled with my own tongue and explored the roof of my mouth and my teeth and gums. He finally cupped my face with his hands and did his best to locate my tonsils with that incredible tongue of his. I was lost in the delicious intensity of his kiss and my cock was harder than I can ever remember it being. Painfully so, cooped up in my jeans at an uncomfortably odd angle. 

He smelled like my barber with the scent of elixirs and breath mints and the faintest hint of tobacco and something spicy. My newly released hands were all over him...his hair, his back, kneading the muscles there, his ribs, his chest and the slightly defined pecs, the curly hairs poking from the neck of his shirt, across his flat abs and around his waist to clench his perfectly rounded ass cheeks. It was quite the trip for them, but I think they enjoyed themselves thoroughly. 

He groaned, a deep and throaty sounding noise when I forced the tips of my fingers into the cleft between those amazing globes. My tongue was busy returning the favors shown by his, exploring his mouth with all of the same sensual abandon. Damn, this guy could kiss. I was getting so fucking turned on, it was making me dizzy. We made it to my sofa in the front room, but our clothes seemed to have abandoned ship along the way. I finally got a look at his naked body. He was built solidly, but slim. His pecs were defined, but not chunky at all, his musculature was more of a swimmer or a runner, and there was fat on his frame, but evenly distributed giving him a softer, more lush appearance. His chest was covered in soft curly hair, and then there was his cock. 

I did a double take, because his cock looked eerily familiar. I've seen it many times, or more accurately, I've seen its doppelganger in many of my favorite video porn scenes. Sitting him on the sofa, I dropped to my knees between his legs and just stared open-mouthed at his appendage. It was Brett fucking Bradley's cock, or so close in size and appearance as to be indistinguishable. Believe me when I tell you...I know Brett Bradley's cock from every angle and now it was as if it was right before me in the flesh. The overheated, hot, throbbing flesh. 

He was already quite hard and I could nearly make out his heartbeat in the pulsing veins laced along the length of his turgid pole. Clear liquid oozed from the tip and streamed down the shaft. His scent was intoxicating and I felt a bit light-headed, and incredibly hungry for his meat."Holy fucking SHIT!' I said in a tone of pure awe. 

He grinned down at me. "You like it?"he asked.

"Hell yes.." I hissed....I wasn't going to tell him exactly why, though. He deserved to be worshiped all on his own merits, but how could I pass up a chance to close my eyes and blow Brett Bradley? Well, at least as close as I would ever get to doing that...

"Go ahead....touch it." he whispered, looking on with so much desire burning in his eyes. His cock twitched, slapping lewdly against his belly and then resuming it's 45 degree stance, solid and anticipating. I ran my hand over his oversize balls, caressing the wrinkled skin and running my fingertips around the base of his shaft until I enclosed it in my fist. There were still four or five inches protruding beyond my fist.

 The first thing I noticed was how warm the flesh felt in my hand. Then, how hard he was. Like an iron cylinder wrapped in velvet, He sighed as I fisted the length of his staff, squeezing more delicious looking ball-honey out of the tip, which lubricated the surface as I stroked him, making him slick and shiny.

"MMMmmmmm..." he moaned. Without thinking about it, I leaned closer until my face was mere inches from his gigantic dick. I could very nearly feel the heat radiating from the surface on my cheeks. My mouth filled with drool and I had to swallow repeatedly. Our eyes were locked together, his half-lidded with desire..."You do like my cock." he said. "You like it a lot....it looks good enough to eat, doesn't it? It's so hard, just for you....it's all yours, baby....my balls are packed with cum....a huge load just waiting for you....I want to feed it to you, then I want to fuck you silly....You up for that?"

I didn't have to think twice. This guy had me so turned on, I would have done just about anything he wanted. "Fuck yes..." I whispered and slipped my lips over the head of that beautiful organ. I lapped up the juice I found and almost passed out at the overload of pleasurable sensations. The feel of his cock in my mouth at last and the taste of his pre-cum. He let out a shuddering groan and his eyes rolled back appreciatively. I kept on sliding down his rod until the plump head touched the back of my throat. I gagged for a moment, then managed to relax enough to let him slide into my throat, and still there were inches left outside of my lips. I continued the long, slow dive until my nose nestled in his sparse pubes and I felt his mammoth balls touch my chin. 

"Fuck!...You've got the whole fucking thing!" he exclaimed. "That never happens....so fucking hot....your mouth is amazing..." He continued to groan and talk to me as I withdrew until only the fat head remained between my lips and then swallow him to the hilt again. The feel of his veiny shaft as it slid across my tongue was driving me insane with lust. I felt on the edge of cumming from the moment his cock entered my mouth, and I didn't dare touch myself because I knew I would explode. He was gushing his pre-cum into my mouth at an incredible rate, almost as if he were cumming,  and I lapped it up like a kitten laps up milk. Our eyes remained locked together while I worked his cock, my mouth sliding up and down the full length. Inside, my tongue lashed against the surface of the shaft and swirled around the head on the upstrokes, and pressed hard against the underside on the downstrokes. 

He grasped my head with his hands and held me still for a moment, thrusting up into my mouth, fucking my face. This gave me an even stronger rush, being used for his pleasure like that. The tingling in my balls had spread to my asshole, which was twitching spasmodically, as if hungrily begging to be plugged. First things first, though. We were sticking to his agenda and I was happily plying him for the load of man-batter he promised me. 

I yanked my mouth from his prick with an obscene popping sound and dove for his balls. They were so huge, I could only manage to get one in my mouth at a time. In between sucking them, I licked the generous sack, painting it with my spit until it was wet and dripping. Pushing his thighs up and farther apart, I introduced my tongue to his perineum and gave it an equally enthusiastic tongue-bath. He slowly stroked his spit-slick cock and gave me ample time to pleasure his entire groin. I licked in the juncture where his thighs and torso met, delving as deeply as his spread legs would permit. That seemed to be a special spot for him indicated by a change in the tenor and frequency of his moans. 

During the entire time I am servicing this stud's mighty meat, I would close my eyes and see Brett Bradley's face contorted in an expression of pleasure, and I could be swept away imagining I was servicing his massive rod instead. Then I would open my eyes and be treated to the reality of this handsome man, whose very real cock was plundering my oral cavity to my great satisfaction. About the only thing better than porn and jacking off, is sucking cock and receiving a hot load of choice spunk. We were well on our way. 

Abandoning his nether regions, I ran my tongue up the vein-laced shaft and captured the leaking knob between my lips. Lashing it with my tongue, I quickly hoovered up his drippings, reveling in the delicious offering. He was so slick with my spit and his juices, my mouth slid effortlessly down the shaft again and again, gathering speed as I sensed he was nearing climax.I felt his hand on the back of my head, not forcing, but guiding and encouraging my mouth which seemed to be working its magic on him. His cries were guttural and constant now, and I felt his massive meat swell to even greater dimensions, and the familiar pulse along the thick tube underneath that heralded the arrival of my reward. 

He gave a sharp grunt and then silence. I looked at his face and saw the familiar gap-toothed Brett Bradley, eyes clinched shut and mouth wide open in an expression of ecstasy. He appeared to be screaming, yet with no sound coming out at all, and like magic, the picture faded and it was my friend from the bookstore, whose monstrous cock promptly exploded in my mouth. I had drawn back enough so that the head rested on my tongue, and left plenty of room for spurt after spurt of his cream to fill my mouth. I savored his rich flavor, and silky texture, and there seemed to be no slowing or stopping, so I swallowed, and my mouth was quickly filled again. 

I used my tongue to work the wide flange, dredging underneath and fluttering against his frenulum to heighten his pleasure and it all seemed to work. His climax was fairly epic.His huge stalk didn't lose any hardness at all, though the flow of tasty jism slowed to a dribble, and I squeezed the last of it out, continuing to plunge full length along his cock, my fingers kneading his balls, making sure they gave up everything they were going to give me at that juncture. 

He collapsed into the sofa with a sigh, though I refused to relinquish the sturdy, still hard meat . I was already thinking about act two...or more appropriately, my hungry ass was thinking about it. 

"Fuck!!!! You are one amazing cocksucker...." he growled. "I knew the first time I kissed you that you had a talented mouth....I just didn't know the depths of that talent.....Thank you...that was amazing."

To hear him praise my oral skills and appreciate me like that made me wriggle something like a puppy. "Glad you enjoyed that...I did...." I sat cross-legged on the floor, admiring his cock which had barely flagged. "How soon before you're ready to go again?" I asked, scooping an errant drop of his cum off of my chin and stuffing if in my mouth. 

My cock was painfully hard and throbbing angrily but I didn't dare touch it. I wanted to come with his beautiful cock buried in my ass. I wanted him to fuck the cum out of me, and I think he pretty well got the hint. His eyebrows shot up in surprise at my question and I just grinned at him like a fool."Damn! I'm ready....You want to ride it first? Might make things a little easier for you." he said, grabbing his mighty stalk at the base and pointing it at me lewdly. 

I rose to my feet and joined him on the couch, straddling his lap. Again, our eyes were locked together as I reached behind me to grasp his slick cock and guide the head to my anxious hole. Rotating my hips slightly, I caressed the head of his cock with my ass-lips. My handsome guy moaned softly and clinched his eyes shut. Again his face magically morphed into Brett Bradley, lips slightly parted and eyes locked on mine as I used my ass to gently caress his cock. I stuck my fingers in my mouth and gathered some of the saliva so plentiful at the moment, and used them to slick my own asshole, pushing some inside. I repeated this several times, until my cunt was primed and ready for that beautiful cock. 

I lowered my twitching ass to his cock and applied some pressure until I could feel my ass-lips parting and stretching to accommodate him. He popped into me suddenly and my ring quickly snapped around the flange of his cock-head, holding it tightly inside of me. A little more pressure and I sank down several inched onto his spike. The walls of my channel wrapped around him tightly, enclosing his cock in a warm, wet glove. I sighed happily and sank down a few more inches, feeling him stretch me, and my ass responding kind, wrapping him in pleasure. Finally, I felt his dense pubes contact my ass cheeks and he was fully enclosed in my tight ass tissues. 

"Fuuuuuuuck!!" he moaned, his hips flexing upward as if he wanted to crawl up inside me, dick first. My cock was riding on his stomach, the head reaching all the way up between his pecs, leaving a delicious snail-trail of pre-cum. As I rose up from his lap, feeling my tissues grasping at his departing cock, trying desperately to keep him inside, he reached up and grabbed my cock and began to stoke it. I sat down on him and he gave me a satisfied grunt as he fully impaled me once again, I rose and repeated the motions, beginning to establish a rhythm. 

Dropping my cock, his hands mad their way around to my ass-cheeks, cupping them. Then he held me in place while he began to fuck up into me like a machine piston. Short jabs, but forceful and deep. His loins were slapping against my ass, providing the studio beat for the tremendous fucking he was giving me. The sensations of his cock sliding into my hole were making me crazy with lust and pleasure. My cock bounced and slapped his torso lewdly, and our eyes remained locked together. He was telling me so much just with his eyes, and it was all filthy. I was insanely turned on, and in danger of spewing my load without any further stimulation. 

He suddenly stopped moving and urged me off of his lap. He positioned me on my knees facing the back of the sofa and stepped in behind me. His magnificent cock slid home in one long, unceremonious thrust, and he was off to the races."That's it, man....fuck me hard." I breathed

"Yes....your ass feels amazing. You like my big cock? Feels good in there, doesn't it. My big cock ramming your tight little hole...You are the hottest fuck I've ever had. You really want this big cock, don't you...."

"Oh fuck yes....give it to me. Fuck me hard..."...And he did. 

For nearly an hour, he plundered my hole, sometimes pounding me hard, sometimes plying me with long, deep strokes. He finally positioned me on my back."I want to see you when I fuck you. I want to see your face. I want to watch you while you cum. Are you ready? Want to cum for me?" In this position, the tip of his cock was scraping across my prostate and I was nearly delirious with pleasure. I think I might have even screamed out to God or some thing like that and he just kept on fucking. He was alternately Brett Bradley and Stephen Tolliver and I din't really give a fuck who it was as long as he kept that cock pistoning in and out of my hole.  

He grabbed my cock with his right hand and with his left, he began to pinch my nipples with increasing force until I suddenly erupted. With a sharp cry, my first shot landed squarely in myface. The second sailed clean over my head and landed on the sofa somewhere behind me. I then proceeded to paint my chest and stomach with rope after rope of thick cum. When my orgasm hit, my ass clamped down on his invading rod, then the muscle spasms seemed to fluttar all around his cock and combined with the sight of my ecstasy, sent him completely over the edge. I felt my insides flooded by his scalding juices filling me until they began to ooze out of the dick-plugged opening.

 He collapsed on top of my and we stayed like that for long moments as our breathing returned to normal. That masterpiece of a cock gradually softened and finally my ass relinquished it eliciting a satisfied sigh from him. I could feel his thick spunk oozing from my hole and running down my crack. I tried to clinch my ass shut to keep his sauce from spilling out to no avail. His thick cock had opened me up all too well. As we lay together on my sofa, basking in the afterglow of some really hot sex, not feeling the need to talk a lot...at least not at the moment. 

He very gently kissed the top of my head and caressed my shoulders and back as I lay on his chest, toying with his nipples. "So...who is Brett?" he asked quietly.

I was grateful he couldn't see my face because I knew it was a deep shade of red. Not knowing how he knew or how to exit this situation gracefully, I very cleverly answered "Huh?"

"I would have sworn you called me Brett somewhere in the middle of all that..."

I recovered quickly and lifted my head to look straight into his beautiful eyes. "Babe, you're way more than enough to have my complete attention..." I said. 

He smiled "Good answer...." I could feel his python nudging me, ready for another round, and my mouth started to water. How could I not want more from my own personal porn star?