I tasted my Straight gym bro Brad's precum while filming him
Recap: Cody agrees to help his straight roommate Brad film spicy content for Twitter..but things go way further than he expected. What starts as a few shirtless shots turns into Cody tracing his hand down Brad’s abs, slipping under the jockstrap, and eventually getting on his knees. Brad, confident and hard, keeps pushing the boundary for the “perfect shot”...until Cody finds himself face-to-face with Brad’s cock, holding it, cupping his balls, and feeling a drop of precum hit his thumb.
Brad’s still calling it “just content.” But Cody’s not sure he believes him anymore.
My thumb was on the head of Brad’s cock. Just a light touch. But enough.
That’s when I felt it.
A drop.
Warm.......
Wet.......
Slippery.....
Brad was leaking in my hand.
He looked down, chest rising a little faster. “Damn,” he said with a grin, “all this content-making got me leaking already.” No apology. No shame. Just proud.
I rubbed my thumb in a circle. Slowly. The slick precum spread under my touch, then slid down my thumb in a thin strand.
Brad’s hips jerked forward just slightly. His breath hitched. “Bro,” he muttered, voice thicker now. “That angle’s so good..Keep doing that".
He raised the phone and hit record. Aiming straight down, capturing his thick cock in my hand, the shine at the tip, the way my thumb moved in slow circles with strands of his precum dripping down my thumb.
“This is gold,” he whispered. “They’re gonna lose it.”
I should’ve been embarrassed. I should’ve stopped. But I didn’t. Because right then, I didn’t want to stop. My cock was pressing hard inside my trunks, aching against the fabric. I could feel the wet spot growing...yeah, I was leaking too. Just from touching him. From the way he stood there, proud and hard, letting me handle his dick like it was mine to play with.. 'All for the content bro.'
His skin was so warm under my fingers. The way his shaft twitched every time I circled my thumb over the head, it was driving both of us insane.
Brad just kept recording, breathing a little heavier, the tension building between us like we both knew this wasn’t just for content anymore.
Then he said it. “Bro, I got an idea.”
I looked up at him, thumb still slow on his tip. “Oh yeah? What kinda idea?”
He smirked. “You down?”
I gave a little shrug, lips dry. “Might as well be. Tell me what mischief you’ve got planned now.”
Brad stepped back just an inch, still aiming the camera. “Okay, trust me on this one. Get lower. Like, just under my cock.”
I blinked. “Under?”
“Yeah.” His voice was steady. Confident. “Face right there. Just below. I thought of a picture that’s gonna go viral, bro.”
He was serious. He always was when it came to content. But there was something else in his voice this time too. Hunger.
So I moved. Lowered myself on my knees until his cock was hovering just above my face. I could smell him now—clean sweat, skin, something heavier. My tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth like it knew what was coming.
“Like this?” I asked, tilting my chin up, breathing against his balls.
“Yeah,” he said, adjusting the angle. “Perfect.”
Then he added, “Put your tongue out.”
I paused. That single drop on the tip of his cock was swelling again. So close. Inches. It’d take nothing for it to fall.
“You sure people’ll like it?” I asked, staring at it. Watching it glisten.
“This’ll blow up,” Brad whispered. “Trust me.”
This was the best thing that could’ve happened. I was face-to-cock with Brad. Inches away from tasting what was driving me wild since the moment he walked out of that bathroom in his jock. And now? Now he wanted me to take my tongue out?
So I did. My lips parted. Tongue out. Just a little. Just enough.
Brad angled the phone. Breathed out. “Stay right there.”
And then it happened.....
Drip...
.....
Drip.....
It landed. Warm strands of Brad's precum. Right on the middle of my tongue.
I had my tongue out, just holding it there. Badly wanting to pull it back in. To finally swallow and feel it coat my taste buds. But I didn’t.
I didn’t want Brad to know how much I was loving it. So I stayed like that. Tongue out. Frozen. The drop of his precum resting right in the center while my mouth started salivating like crazy. Literally. My lips were wet. My throat clenched like I’d been starving for it.
And then.....
All of a sudden, with the phone still recording in his hand, Brad lowered himself slightly. He grabbed his cock at the base. Slowly. Casually. Like this was just another pose. Another shot.
Then he did it.
He placed the head of his cock right on my tongue. Right where the drop had landed. And slapped it. Soft. Just once.
Then again.
And again.
The first touch drove me insane. Each time his cock landed on my tongue, I heard it. Felt it. The soft, wet tap of his cock smacking against my tongue. His precum made it slick, sloppy, hot in a way I never knew I needed. Every time it hit, it left more of his pre-cum behind. The tip of his cock slid across my tongue like it belonged there. Like this was just what bros did now, slapping dick on each other’s tongues while the camera rolled.
I had my tongue out, barely breathing, and all I could think about was how bad I wanted to wrap my mouth around his tip. To pull him in and finally fucking taste it. To swallow and feel it slide down my throat. But I didn’t. I didn’t move. I didn’t want Brad to know how much I was loving it. How crazy it was driving me.
So I stayed. Tongue out. Letting Brad do his thing. Drops of his precum collecting in the center, warm and thick, like I was catching rain from his cock. I started salivating even more than before. It was pooling in my mouth, mixing with his slick, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. My whole body was buzzing. My cock was rock hard, pinned inside my sweats, pulsing with every tap of his.
I twitched.
“Cody,” Brad said, his voice all breath and adrenaline. “Bro. Fuck. This is crazy. If I go viral, it’ll be because of you.”
He kept slapping.
My tongue couldn’t take it much longer.
Then he paused again. Rested the tip of his cock right in the center of my tongue. Just held it there. Heavy and soaked. It didn’t move, and neither did I. I just felt it. The weight. The heat. The pulse.
That was my chance.
I didn’t even think. I didn’t ask. I tilted my head slightly, slid my tongue just a little beneath the head, moved an inch forward, angled myself perfectly....and then I did it.
I wrapped my upper lip right on top of Brad’s cock’s tip.
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