He Fucked Me for the camera and sent the video to a fan
Recap: Brad and Cody film their filthiest scene yet for a paying fan. Cody’s masked, ass up in a red jockstrap, while Brad records every second, talking straight to the camera. But as Brad pounds deeper, it stops feeling like content. Just when Cody thinks he can’t take more, Brad pulls out and says he wants to switch; he wants to see Cody’s face while he fucks him.
We didn’t even cut the video. Brad just pulled his cock out and smacked my ass with a playful grunt. “Alright, switch up. Let’s give Steven a different angle.”
I flipped onto my back, legs up, my ass still glistening from where he’d been inside me. Brad leaned over, reached down, and peeled off my jockstrap slowly...dramatically... like he knew someone was watching. Because someone was. I grinned under the mask. “Thank you for the jockstrap Steven,” I said, playing to the camera. “But let’s give you a better show without them.”
Brad tossed the jockstrap to the floor and said, “Fuck yeah, this is what he wants to see.”. He lined himself back up, ran his hand up my thigh, then pressed in. His cock slid back into me, and my back arched off the bed. “Holy shit, Cody. You’re still feel so fucking tight.”
He grunted, leaned forward and braced his hands on either side of my head. His chest pressed down against mine, skin-on-skin, my legs wrapped around him as he started thrusting again.
The camera was still rolling from the nightstand, but after a few hard pumps he paused and said, “Lemme get a close up.”
He pulled out, grabbed the phone, and pointed it straight down at me....at us. “There we go. Steven, you’re fucking welcome,” he said, angling the front camera right where it counted.
He got back in position, held the phone in one hand and guided himself back inside with the other, this time keeping one knee up on the bed for balance. His free hand slid down my chest. Brad started thrusting again, slow at first, then harder.
I gasped and dug my fingers into the sheets. “Fuck, bro…”
He pressed his forehead against mine. “You feel good, man. Like, insanely good.”
“Keep going,” I groaned, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.
He kept recording with one hand while the other reached down and wrapped around my cock. “You know I gotta stroke you while I fuck you,” he said, smirking.
I couldn’t even respond. His fist moved up and down my shaft in rhythm with his hips. Each stroke matched a thrust. I felt every inch of him inside me and every inch of me in his grip. My body was twitching, pulsing, teetering on the edge.
“Bro,” I moaned, “this feels so intense.”
And then I lost it.
My whole body tensed, my back arched, and cum started spilling out of me... thick ropes shooting up onto my chest, my abs, some even reaching my neck. I kept moaning, biting my lip through the mask, my legs trembling around his waist.
Brad looked down and whistled. “Steven, you see this? Holy fuck...he’s cum a shit ton.”
He kept stroking me even after I finished, dragging the tip through the mess on my stomach, smearing it all over. My body jolted with oversensitivity, but fuck, it felt so good I didn’t care.
Brad kept fucking through it. “Goddamn, Cody... Your hole’s clenching so hard.”
I moaned louder. “Bro, you’re gonna make me cum again…”
He growled. “Nah, now it’s my turn.” His thrusts got faster, deeper, rougher. He dropped the phone back on the bed but made sure the angle still caught us. One hand was back on my waist, holding me still while the other reached up to grip the headboard.
I was still dripping, my cum sliding down my sides, when I heard him grunt loud and low.
“Fuck, Cody....I might just cum in you.”
I tilted my head, eyes wild through the mask. “Bro…” I panted. “I actually wanna taste it.”
A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.
He pulled out, his cock dripping with slick and pulsing. He shifted back, lifting himself off me just a little. “Scoot up, bro,” he said, breathless.
I dragged myself further onto the bed, still panting, my thighs soaked, abs streaked with cum. Brad climbed over me; one leg on either side until he was straddling my chest, his cock resting heavy against my chin.
“Look at that mess,” he muttered, smearing the head across my lips. “Wet as fuck…”
I parted my lips, gave it a quick suck; just the tip, a little swirl with my tongue.
“Fuuuck, bro,” he groaned, hips jerking. “Suck it. Suck it for real.”
I wrapped my lips around it and took him into my mouth. My jaw ached already, but I didn’t care. My hands grabbed his thighs, holding him steady as I worked my tongue under the shaft.
Brad reached off the bed and grabbed the phone again, bringing it close for a better angle. “Steven, you seeing this? That’s your mask, bro,” he said, adjusting it so my mouth was fully visible. “Your jockstrap’s on the floor and your boy Cody’s got his mouth full of my dick.”
I moaned around his length, letting the vibrations buzz through him. His cock twitched on my tongue.
“Holy shit,” he whispered. “This might be the best fucking content we’ve made yet.”
"Exclusive for you, Steven"
I pulled back just slightly, still stroking him with my tongue. “I’m not gonna stop, bro,” I said, looking up at him. “You can finish in my mouth.”
Brad didn’t even say anything at first, just stared down at me, cock twitching between my lips, chest rising and falling like he was trying not to lose it too fast. Then he groaned, low and rough. “Fucking hell, Cody.” He ran a hand through his hair, shifting forward just enough to rest his tip right back on my tongue. I opened wider, relaxed my jaw, and let him take it.
He didn’t hold back. Just short, needy thrusts in my mouth while I sucked slow and steady, tongue swirling underneath. He grabbed me by my hair with one hand and the other still holding the camera at just the right angle. I stayed locked in, lips tight, eyes up. A few seconds later, I felt the first twitch. Then the rush. Warm, thick spurts filling my mouth. I didn’t flinch. Didn’t stop. I just swallowed as he kept groaning, riding it out right between my lips.
When he finally pulled back, his cock was slick and shiny, twitching slightly from the overstimulation. I licked my lips and smirked behind the mask. Brad exhaled hard, still filming. “God damn, bro,” he said, almost laughing. “You just fucking swallowed all of it.”
Brad finally set the phone down, grinning as he climbed off me. His cock was still glistening, softening now, the last bit of cum smeared on my bottom lip. He grabbed the phone again, angled it toward me for one final close-up. “Steven’s gonna love this shit,” he muttered, then hit stop on the recording.
Still panting a little, I pulled the mask off and tossed it to the side. “Dude,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, “that was next-level.”
Brad chuckled. “You’re a fucking natural, man.” He tapped on his screen for a second. “Imma send the whole fucking video to Steven right now.”
I watched as he airdropped it to his laptop, added a short caption, then shot it off in a message. He tossed his phone onto the bed and stood up, stretching. “Alright. I need a shower before I melt.”
I nodded, sinking deeper into the bed, still feeling the heat of everything we’d just done. Brad disappeared into the bathroom, and I lay there, arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling.
A couple of minutes go by and Brad's phone started buzzing.
And didn’t stop.
I sat up, glanced at the screen. Notifications flooded in....one was from Venmo, 6-7 back to back twitter DMs..
Ten minutes later, Brad came out of the shower, towel wrapped low around his waist, wet hair slicked back. “Yo.....what the fuck is going on?” he asked, grabbing his phone.
He scrolled. Then laughed. “Steven tipped a hundred bucks,” he read, eyes widening. “Bro. Seven messages from him already.”
He tapped them open. “‘That was insane. I came so hard.’” Brad snorted. “‘You two are incredible together. You should officially become a content duo.’”
He looked over at me, smirking. “So? What do you think?”
I shrugged, grinning. “Honestly? Could be a good idea. Feels kinda natural at this point.”
Brad climbed into bed next to me, still towel-wrapped, phone in hand. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”
He opened his profile, edited the username, and changed it to:
Brad&CodyXXX.
Then he scrolled through his camera roll, picked a screenshot of my lips wrapped around his cock, and posted it.
The caption read:
"Our first official duo drop. Cody swallowed every drop. Only getting started."
“Upload,” Brad said with a smirk, hitting the button. “There. We’re live.”
I leaned over, laughing. “Bro, this is insane.”
The rest of the day passed in a blur. Brad was out for a bit, visiting a friend.
I stayed in, got some work done, but my mind kept drifting back to that new account. The buzz. The comments. The insane energy of what we’d just created.
I’d logged in to the account on my own phone too,just to keep tabs. And sure enough, it was blowing up.
Then, around 8PM, a DM popped up. From a guy named George.
I tapped it open.
George: Hey… saw your latest. Fucking wild. Listen...I have a request. It’s kinda intense, but I think you two might be into it. What if you two played out a scene? Jock and tutor. One of you gets ‘tutored’ real hard. I’ll send a script. I’ll tip you double if you follow it exactly.
I stared at the message, pulse racing. Fan requests were becoming our new reality. And Brad? He had no idea just how wild things were about to get.
Coming Up Next: The Jock Failed His Test… So His Tutor Bent Him Over the Desk
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