My straight gym bro asked me to tongue his hole on camera
Recap: Cody finally gets Brad's cock all the way down his throatand Brad doesn’t just let him, he films it. What starts as a “countdown game” quickly turns into a full-on throat test, with Cody sucking deeper, wetter, and nastier as the numbers climb. Brad hits him with a new request; he needs a tongue up his jock ass if he’s gonna cum. And Cody? He’s already licking Brad's hole, ready to go next level.
My straight gym bro Brad had just asked me to put my tongue up his ass. I didn’t even hesitate.
He grinned down at me, cock still slick and standing proud. “Imagine a close-up of your tongue on my ass…” His voice was low, rough with anticipation. “These twitter horndogs are gonna lose their shit.”
I looked up at him, lips still wet from sucking him. “You sure? The video gonna come out good?”
“Yeah, bro,” he said, already holding his phone in one hand. “Trust me, let's do a better angle..”
He got up from the edge of the bed and slid back until his head was resting against the headboard, legs splayed out, his thick cock resting heavy against his stomach. He watched me start to crawl up and stopped me with a grin.
“Bro, get comfortable. Take your clothes off.”
I stripped down slowly, and as my briefs hit the floor, my cock stood up hard and flushed. Brad’s eyes locked on it immediately.
“Brooo…” he laughed, not even trying to hide his reaction. “Fuck, if only you'd let me shoot you too… You got a great cock, man.”
I chuckled, shy but turned on as hell, and climbed up onto the bed, easing between his legs. My mouth was already craving more. But still, something about it made me hesitate.
“I don’t know, man… I don’t feel confident.”
“It’s chill,” he said, voice softer now. “No pressure. Come closer.”
I lowered myself between his legs, lying flat on my stomach. His thighs were thick beside my head, warm, flexing just slightly as I adjusted. My face was level with his cock again, and without a second thought, I opened wide and took him deep.
Brad groaned like I’d just punched the air out of his lungs. “Shit! One-shot deepthroat?”
His cock hit the back of my throat and stayed there. I swallowed around it, let it throb against my tongue, and pulled back only to sink again.
“Fuck, this position’s clearly more comfortable for you,” he muttered. “You should’ve told me before, we'd have switched way early.”
I didn’t answer. My mouth was too busy working his cock, slick and practiced. My hands slipped under his thighs, lifting them a bit, until his legs were resting over my back. My throat moved with every slow drag of his length.
“Bro,” he said breathlessly, “my quads look so fucking big…”
Click. Click.
He took a picture right then... his massive legs resting on my back, my face buried between them, throat full of cock.
I pulled off with a wet gasp, a thick string of spit stretching from my lips to his tip. Then I dragged my tongue down the underside of his shaft, licking slow, tracing the vein until I reached his balls. They were heavy and soaked in spit, twitching with every breath.
I didn’t stop.
My tongue dipped lower, teasing the space between his balls and the start of his ass.
He hissed through his teeth, legs twitching. “Bro, I can literally feel your saliva in my ass.”
Drip…
Drip…
Slide…
The spit ran down his taint, slicking him up.
I adjusted his legs again, pulling him toward me until his ass was tilted just right, his hole closer to my mouth. I grabbed the backs of his thighs, raising them a bit higher.
“Let me click the first touch, bro,” he muttered. “I can give it a good caption. Like, ‘My roommate’s tongue touches my ass for the first time.’ Shit like that gets clicks.”
I held still, my tongue hovering just a breath away from his entrance.
Click.
Click.
“Go in,” he whispered.
I flicked my tongue right against his hole, just a quick tease — a warm, wet stroke that made him groan out loud.
“Aaahh… fuck bro…”
I licked again, longer this time, swirling the tip around his rim. He arched slightly, pushing toward it, already craving more. I pushed in gently, let my tongue slide inside, and started to swirl, tasting him.
Brad was filming the whole thing, angling the camera just right to catch his ass and my tongue. “Yeah bro,” he whispered, eyes locked on the screen. “That’s the sweet spot…”
I got bolder. I pressed in deeper, letting my face bury itself between his cheeks, tongue exploring, spit dripping. Then I rubbed my nose in the center, nuzzling him like a dog in heat, before shaking my head hard, fast and dirty, making a loud brrrrrrrrrmmmmmhhh sound right into his hole.
“Fuuuuck bro!” Brad groaned. “I’m gonna keep the sound on when I upload this.”
I didn’t stop. I kept going, tongue fucking him hard now, slipping in and out, swirling, pressing, tracing every soft twitch of his opening. My hands gripped his thighs tight as I kept him right where I wanted him. My own cock was throbbing against the mattress, leaking onto the sheets from nothing but the taste of him.
His breath was ragged, his body hot and twitching. I could hear the slick sounds of my tongue working inside him, the occasional hitch in his voice when I hit just the right angle.
Then he let out a deep groan, like it came from his chest. His hand lowered, stroking his cock lazily while I tongued his hole like I was starving for it.
He gasped again. “Bro… you know…”
I slowed just enough to hear him.
“…Actually, I can’t properly cum until there’s something up my ass.”
Brad said it like it was just a casual fact. Like he was telling me his favorite cheat meal or how much he could bench.
I looked up at him, tongue still wet, face buried between his cheeks. I blinked, stunned for a second. Not because I was shocked, more because I didn’t think he’d admit that out loud.
Brad stared down at me, all flushed and cocky, holding his fat dick lazily in one hand, camera still in the other. “Yeah,” he said, like he was explaining how to tie a shoe. “It’s like… not optional for me anymore.”
I swallowed, pulled back slightly so I could speak. “So you’ve… what? Used toys?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes toys. A strap-on with the chicks. But like…” He shifted his hips, presenting that slick hole to me again. “We don't need any toys when you have got that huge cock, Cody”
That last part made my dick twitch so hard it hurt.
I didn’t even need to think. I reached back, wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock, and gave it a long, slow stroke. I was leaking all over the bed now. My balls were tight. Everything in me was heat.
“You want my fingers first?” I asked, voice low.
“Nah,” Brad said, letting his legs fall open wider. “I want your tongue again… but, like… deeper.”
He didn’t have to say it twice.
I pushed his thighs back up, got on my knees, and lowered my mouth again. This time, I didn’t start slow.
I dove in.
Slick.
Sloppy.
My tongue pushed past his rim in one wet stroke. I twisted it, fucked it in circles, flattening and curling and tasting every inch. Brad let out this loud, desperate moan that made my cock jerk.
“Fuuuck, bro… fuck yes...”
He was squirming now, one hand gripping the headboard, the other still filming. “This is… dude… holy shit…”
I grunted into him.
My nose was pressed into his hole. My spit was everywhere. I tongued him so hard I could feel the pressure build behind his thighs, his hips twitching with every breath.
Then he said it again, softer this time, like it was just for me. “Put something in me, bro…”
I froze, breathing heavy. “You mean my dick?”
He nodded fast. “Yeah.”
I sat back on my heels, heart hammering. My dick looked angry at this point - red, swollen, leaking like a faucet. “You sure?” I asked.
Brad nodded again, biting his bottom lip. “Yeah, bro. Come on. Just the tip first.”
I grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer. He watched me coat myself, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. I crawled back between his legs, stroking my cock slowly, spreading the slick. Brad pulled his knees up, held them to his chest without me even needing to ask.
He was ready. “Slide it in…” he whispered.
I lined up, rubbing the head of my cock against his hole, teasing him slow.
But just as I started to push, I saw Brad fumbling with his phone.
Click. Click.
He was trying to film.
Still holding his legs up with one arm, cock leaking across his abs, the phone was slipping in his grip. His face twisted with frustration.
“Bro, the angle’s not coming good,” he muttered, adjusting the phone, trying to tilt it down toward his ass. “Fuck, it just shows my thighs.”
I pulled back, laughing softly under my breath. “Give me that.” I reached out, took the phone from his hand and started filming. One hand on his phone. The other wrapping around the base of my cock.
I hit record. “Let’s do it right this time,” I muttered.
I moved in slow, camera steady in my left hand. My right hand guided my cock back to his hole, glistening and open for me.
Pressed the tip to him.
Paused.
Filming every second.
Slide in…
His hole stretched around me perfectly. I groaned low, breath hot. The screen showed everything: the slick stretch, the head of my cock disappearing into his ass, his thighs shaking, abs flexing.
Brad moaned, voice ragged. “That’s it… holy shit, bro, that’s the fucking shot.”
I stayed steady, the camera locked in my grip, catching everything....the way my cock slowly disappeared into him, the soft twitch of his hole around the shaft, the sound of his breath catching with every inch I gave him.
In…
Deeper…
His legs trembled on either side of me, and I felt him trying not to moan too loud.
“Fuck, bro,” he breathed. “You feel......shit, it’s so good.”
I angled the phone downward, letting it catch the full view, my cock halfway buried in his ass, glistening with lube, his cheeks pulled apart, pink and stretched, his whole body giving in.
I pumped in a little more.
In…
He twitched again. I saw his abs tighten, his cock bobbing with every slow thrust.
“Look at that,” I muttered, half to myself, eyes flicking between the screen and his body in real time. “That’s art, bro.”
I pulled out a few inches.
Out…
Then shoved back in hard.
Brad groaned deep. “Fuck....dude, that’s the shot. Don’t stop filming.”
“I’m not,” I said, voice low. “You look so good taking dick, man.”
I angled the phone in closer, zooming just slightly to capture the detail, my cock gliding in and out of him, slow strokes, slick and steady. His hole clenching with every move. My free hand slid up his thigh, squeezing his quad, feeling the muscle shake under my fingers.
“Bro…” Brad said, eyes fluttering. “This is so fucked… but I’m so fucking hard.”
“You’re not the only one,” I growled.
I picked up the pace, still holding the phone steady, still filming. Each thrust made his hole open easier, take more. He moaned again, louder this time, back arching slightly off the bed as my cock pushed deeper.
I slid my hand from his thigh to his waist, holding him still, fucking into him now with real rhythm.
His hole was swallowing me, hot and wet. The camera caught every messy detail. My cock was dripping at the base, spit and slick pooling down his crack.
“This is gonna go viral,” I muttered, panting a little.
“Bro,” Brad gasped, his hands gripping the sheets. "Keep going.”
His whole body was trembling under me. Muscles flexed. Back arched. Cock still rock hard, untouched, leaking onto his stomach.
Then he looked at me, eyes dark and wild, and said it... “You know what would be viral?”
He bit his lip, just a second, and dropped it.
“If you cum inside me.”
Coming up Next: I Came Inside My Straight Bro’s Ass (And Filmed It)
DanXWrites: Bros. Thank you for reading this story! If you want to support, checkout Patreon , (A lot future parts are already posted there much early before they drop here)
