He caught me jerking to the video of me sucking his cock… and told me to film a cum scene
Cody and our straight gym bro Brad started as unlikely roommates: Cody, quiet and observant; Brad, a cocky straight jock with a loud mouth and a hotter-than-he-knows body. What began as weird tension and accidental run-ins turned into undeniable chemistry. They began filming their encounters “just for fun,” until content creation became part of their sex life; getting off on each other and the camera. The videos got more intense: Cody topping Brad in a horny tutor-jock roleplay and later blowing him while Brad moaned “Thank you, Sir”. Now Cody (the narrator) is editing the video before sending it to George (the fan who requested it).
I was supposed to be editing.
That was the plan. Get through the raw footage, clean up the audio, snip out that part where Brad called me “dumb jock” instead of “Sir.” Dude was so deep in the jock role he couldn’t even get the roles right.. I laughed out loud the first time I heard it. Classic Brad. Dumb, sweaty, begging-for-it Brad. Or maybe he secretly looked at me like that.
I was supposed to edit the video before sending over to our fan George who specifically requested the Tutor-Jock roleplay. I’d been sitting here for a full hour and I was no longer touching the keyboard.
Just my dick.
The video was paused on this stupidly hot frame.... Brad shirtless, standing against the desk, his cock already leaking, that cocky little smirk on his face like he knew he was about to get the best blowjob of his life. And he did. He fucking did. I knew because I gave it to him.
And watching it back? Yeah. My hand was down my sweats before I even realized.
I was halfway there, fist gliding slow, headphones in, my own breath syncing with Brad’s moans on-screen, when I heard the door creak open behind me.
Too late.
“I KNEW IT,” Brad’s voice shot out behind me, making me jump like I’d been caught watching porn by my mom. Except it was worse.
Because it was literally a video of me gagging on his dick.
I yanked my headphones out and swiveled my chair, cock still fully out in my hand.
“Jesus fuck, Brad.”
He was grinning like a maniac. “Are you seriously jerking off to our video?”
I covered myself with one hand and reached for the trackpad with the other, trying to close the window. Brad pushed past me and grabbed the laptop before I could.
“No no no,” he laughed, dragging the screen back. “Let me see. Is this the part where you teach me how to suck cock?”
“Brad...”
He turned the volume up and instantly, his moans filled the room. My mouth was on his cock. My eyes staring up. His hand hovering like he wanted to grab my head but knew better.
“Fuck,” he said, quieter this time. “That actually looks insane…”
“Yeah,” I muttered, still trying to pretend my dick wasn’t rock hard. “I was editing. I just...kinda....got distracted.”
Brad looked down at my lap, lifted a brow. “Clearly.”
I leaned back, still slightly red-faced but past the point of pretending. “Well? You gonna keep standing there laughing or…”
Brad looked at me, then the screen, then me again. His expression shifted. Still playful. But darker. That familiar spark.
“Dude. Why the fuck aren’t you recording this?”
I blinked. “What?”
“You jerking off to a video of you deepthroating me? That’s like, sexy as hell,” he grinned. “C’mon. Set the camera up. We’re making content right now.”
“You’re insane.”
He sat down on the bed, legs spread like he was already in the zone. “Tell me it wouldn’t go crazy online.”
I looked at him for a second. Then reached for the tripod without saying a word.
He laughed. “Knew it. You’re such a slut for the camera now.”
We didn’t bother with lights. The vibe was already perfect. Afternoon sun through the blinds, the soft sounds of Brad’s moans from the laptop still looping in the background. I set the cam rolling and walked back over.
Brad’s eyes dropped to my still-hard cock. “So how far were you into it?”
“Close,” I muttered. “Was just thinking about how good you sounded. How your thighs were shaking when I grabbed your hips.”
Brad’s nostrils flared a little. He liked that.
He leaned back on his elbows, watching me with that stupid smirk. “Don’t you dare cum on my laptop, man.”
I chuckled, stepping closer. “Relax. I’ll cum in your hands.”
Brad looked amused. “Ohhh okay. Mr. Confident now. Where’d you learn to be so cocky?”
I climbed into his lap without warning, straddling him just like I had the other night.
“Shut up and grab my balls.”
He laughed, but he obeyed. His hands cupped me gently, like he actually liked it, thumbs brushing the base of my shaft while I jerked myself slow and steady. Our faces were close now. I could smell his skin, still fresh from the shower. His breath was warm on my cheek.
We didn’t even kiss. That wasn’t the vibe. This was dirtier.
I pumped my cock, watching the way his fingers flexed around me, encouraging it. The screen behind us still played back that blowjob, moans syncing up with my rhythm.
“You like watching me suck your cock?” I muttered.
Brad nodded, mouth slightly open. “Yeah. Yeah, fuck, it’s hot.”
“You gonna help me cum now?”
He squeezed my balls just a little. “You’re doing good on your own, bro.”
“I wanna cum in your hands,” I whispered.
“Then do it,” he said, voice a little hoarse.
A few more strokes. That was all I needed. The heat surged up, spine arching, body tight. I gritted my teeth and came hard, spilling into Brad’s hands in thick, hot spurts. He held them perfectly still, catching every drop like he was collecting it.
When I finally stopped, panting, I looked down at the mess in his palms.
“Damn,” I muttered. “That was a lot....”
Brad didn’t say a word.
He looked at his hands. Then at the camera. Then he raised both hands to his mouth… and licked them clean. Slow. One finger at a time. Eyes on the lens the whole time.
“Jesus,” I breathed.
He finished with his thumb, then glanced at me. “What?” he said, casual. “Video’s still rolling. Figured I’d make it a good ending.”
I stared at him, half in disbelief, half turned on all over again. “You’re such a fucking cum slut.”
Brad wiped the corners of his mouth. “Takes one to know one.”
We both sat there, catching our breath. The moans from the laptop finally faded out as the video loop ended.
I looked at him. “So… that just happened.”
Brad stretched, arms up behind his head. “Mmhmm.”
“You good?”
“Oh, I’m great,” he said, grinning. “And speaking of… I got this message earlier.”
I raised a brow. “From who?”
“Some new guy. Subscriber. Wants me to film a solo vid. Just me jerking off. But,” he said, looking at me with that glint in his eye, “he specifically asked for you to be behind the camera. Talking.”
“Talking?”
Brad nodded. “Apparently it turns him on when you tell me what to do.”
I stared at him. Then smirked. “Guess it’s my turn to be the director.”
Brad leaned back, still sticky from where I’d just unloaded in his hands. “So what now, Sir?”
I looked at the camera, still rolling. “Now,” I said, “we hit record again.”
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