I sucked my Straight gym bro Brad’s cock for “Content”
Recap: Cody’s still helping his straight gym bro Brad film stuff for Twitter, but things keep getting more intense. Brad ends up dripping precum on Cody’s tongue while recording, then starts slapping his cock against it like it’s no big deal. Cody just sits there, letting it happen, completely turned on. Eventually, he can’t hold back and ends up wrapping his lips around Brad’s tip.
My lips were barely touching the head of Brad's cock. Just the tip. Just a soft, wet grip. The drop that had been sitting on my tongue slid backwards as I sucked in the tip... warm, thick, salty.
Gulp....
Gulp...
It coated my tongue as I slowly gulped it down, feeling it trace down my throat like liquid heat.
I could finally taste him.
I didn’t even realize I’d closed my eyes until I opened them and saw his huge sculpted legs twitch. Just a small shake in his thigh. A reaction. My lips were still wrapped around his head, tongue pressed under it, soaking him in the mix of his pre and my spit. My jaw didn’t move, not yet. I just held it there like a lollipop, my mouth open, soft around him.
“Bro......” he muttered.
The way he said it made my stomach twist. I pulled back just a little. Was it a mistake?
His cock slid out of my mouth with a quiet wet sound, tip glistening, a drop of spit clinging to the underside.
I blinked up at him. “Shit. I... I shouldn’t have done that, I am sorry, Brad.” I said. “I didn’t mean to...”
Brad looked down, lips parted, his chest rising. “I didn’t know you were gonna do that, man.”
Fuck. My throat clenched.
I sat back slightly, heart pounding. “I’m sorry. I thought... I don’t know. I got carried away.”
But Brad shook his head, smiling. “No, bro. Not like that. I meant your face is in the video. Can’t post it like that. We gotta shoot it again.”
I stared at him for a second. and laughed. “Fuck, man. You scared the hell outta me.”
Brad smirked. “You thought I was gonna freak out?”
“A little.”
“Nah, you’re good Cody. That was...hot"
"Damn. Okay, let’s start again.”
He looked down, adjusted himself. “Alright. Tongue out. Let’s start from where my cock was on your tongue.”
I opened up once again.
Brad stepped forward, grabbed his cock, and placed it right back on the center of my tongue. The head glistened more now, slick with a mix of my spit and the pre from before. He angled the camera again, then reached down and placed his hand on my face, resting just above my nose like he was trying to hide my face from the shot... but not enough to block the view. His other hand raised the phone and snapped a picture.
“Start again... just the tip,” he whispered. “A slow tease.”
His cock slid in again.
Click......
Click...
Brad kept taking pictures.
My lips closed around the head. Just the head. He didn’t move. Neither did I. The taste was stronger now. Saltier. My tongue curved up to press underneath the tip of his cock as my lips sealed around it. My spit already coated him, so he slid in smooth. Easy.
“Open up more,” Brad said.
I did.
I opened my mouth a little more to let brad guide his cock further in.
He pushed forward gently.
Inch by inch,.....
His cock moving deeper into my mouth. I didn’t gag. Didn’t flinch. It felt like my mouth was built for it. I took him without hesitation, letting him slide in deeper until I felt his full length inside me.
All seven inches. Buried.
He paused. "Jesus Christ, Cody... you are unbelievable.”
His cock still inside my mouth.
Then in one clean motion, he pulled out. His dick slid free, coated in a fine layer of spit, glistening like it had been dipped in gloss.
“Aah. Fuck,” I gasped. “Hope that was a good shot bro.”
He grinned.
Then he did it again.
His hips moved faster this time. Not rough. Just eager. Like he couldn’t wait to feel that again. His cock pushed in.....this time I opened wider, letting him sink into the back of my throat. He groaned as I swallowed around him. My lips sealed tight, and he pulled out again, wet and heavy.
“Bro... fuck...”
Again.
A third time.
This one was even smoother. My tongue knew what to do now. My lips moved naturally. My jaw relaxed. I welcomed him in like I’d been doing this forever. I could feel his cock pulse in my mouth. I sucked harder. Slower.
“Cody,” he said, breathless, “I didn’t expect you to be this good. This is some high level premium content.”
I pulled back, lips shiny. “Apparently I’ve got no gag reflex.”
Brad laughed, chest rising. “Fuck... I have an idea.”
He tucked his cock up slightly, still holding the phone, eyes sparkling.
I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of idea?”
He leaned down, grinning. “Let’s play the countdown game.”
“The what?”
“You’ll see. Come on.”
He helped me up. My legs were jelly. “Come on,” he said, that smirk still on his face. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
I blinked. “Wait....what even is the countdown game?”
He didn’t answer. Just walked off.
And fuck... now I was curious.
We were in the bedroom now. Brad stood over me like he owned the place, shoulders loose, cock already thick in his hand. Still slick from my spit, still twitching like it hadn’t had enough. His phone was aimed down at me again, camera rolling. “Alright Cody,” he said, voice low and rough. “Here’s how the countdown game works.”
He brought the tip of his cock right to my bottom lip. It smeared a fresh layer of precum across my skin. I could taste it before I even opened my mouth.
“You start with just the tip. I count one. You suck it once. Pull off. Then two, you take me a little deeper, stroke it twice with your mouth. Then three. Four. Keep going. But the second you stop or mess up, we go back to one.”
I smirked up at him. “Sounds easy.”
He grinned. “We’ll see.”
The tip pushed against my lip again, soft but insistent.
“Let’s see how far you get before you choke.”
I opened my mouth.
“One,” he said.
I wrapped my lips around just the head, gave it a slow suck, let it pop out of my mouth with a little sound. Easy.
Two
Back in. A little deeper this time. My tongue slid flat under him, my lips tight. I stroked him with my mouth twice, pulled off, letting my chin stay wet.
Three
I took him in again, his cock brushing the roof of my mouth on every stroke. I moved slow, precise. Three smooth bobs, then out again. My jaw already loosening up. He groaned.
“You’re good at this,” he muttered, brushing his fingers through my hair.
Four
I pushed deeper, took four slow strokes, teasing him with the swirl of my tongue under his shaft. His breath was starting to get heavier. My spit was all over my mouth, running down my chin.
Five
I opened up more. Letting him guide his cock in until my lips were halfway down. Five strokes now, wetter, slower, dragging my mouth along every inch I could take. When I pulled off, a string of spit clung to the head of his cock like a thread of silk.
“Jesus, Cody…”
Six
No hesitation. I took him deeper. Six bobs, smoother, quicker. I felt the stretch in my throat on the fifth, but I didn’t pull back. I stayed steady. My mouth was molded to him by now. Every time I slid down, I felt him pulse.
He laughed, breathless. “Fuck. Seven.”
I moved faster. My mouth opened wide, taking him until my nose nearly hit his skin. I could feel the shape of him against the back of my throat. I stroked him with everything I had. He started twitching, and I had just hit the seventh stroke when he groaned. “Wait. Stay there.”
I froze. His cock deep in my throat, not an inch left.
He grabbed his phone, aimed down.
Click.
“Fuck. That’s a beautiful shot.”
I laughed around him. He pulled back, slow, deliberate. His cock came out coated, glistening, a long string of spit and pre dripping from my lips to his tip.
He grinned. “Uh oh. You lost.”
I wiped my mouth, still catching my breath. “Dude, you literally told me to stop.”
He shrugged. “If you stop, you lose. My cock, my rules.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“I know you want to keep playing. Get back at it, Cody.”
“One.” Just the tip, a quick flick of my tongue.
“Two.” Two strokes, clean and practiced now. My mouth already used to the rhythm.
“Three.” Deeper. He was getting harder again. My spit dripping from his tip as I pulled off.
Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
He pulled back again, his cock wet and gleaming like glass. I sat there, breathing heavy, mouth open, spit trailing down my chin to my chest. My jaw ached. My throat throbbed. And still, my hand kept stroking him slow.
“Your throat is fucking unbelievable,” Brad muttered, voice thick. “And that tongue? Magic, bro. Straight-up magic.”
I smirked up at him. “Told you. No gag reflex.”
He grinned, looking down at me like he could already see the next move. “I’ve got an idea.”
I kept stroking, lips curled, teasing. “Yeah?”
He bit his bottom lip. His cock twitched in my grip. “You’re doing such a good job, but…” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. “I kinda need some tongue up my ass too… if I’m gonna cum.”
My hand froze. I blinked, still on my knees, still soaked in spit, jaw sore, cock rock-hard just from blowing him. But that? That hit different.
He didn’t flinch. Just looked down at me, all bold and unbothered. Like he was daring me. Then he added, grinning, “Bro, I’m sure these horndogs on my Twitter would lose their shit if they saw your tongue up my ass.”
Hell, I thought he’d never ask.
And honestly, as someone who’s played on both sides, I got it now. I got Brad. The hunger. The tease. The thrill of turning something wild into content. It wasn’t just about getting off, it was about how far we could push it, how raw we could make it feel.
Coming up Next: My straight gym bro asked me to tongue his hole on camera
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