Straight bro Brad wants to fuck me for content
Recap: Straight Gym Bro Brad finally takes his friend Cody’s cock on camera. After getting his hole tongue-fucked and stretched, Brad begs for more and Cody delivers, slow and deep, capturing every slick, moaning thrust. Legs up, eyes wild, Brad holds nothing back as Cody fucks him hard, fist stroking Brad’s cock in sync. When Brad whispers, “Finish inside me,” Cody loses it... filling him on camera, thick and messy, while Brad explodes all over himself. By the end, the sheets are soaked, the phone’s still recording, and Brad’s already talking about their next video.
“Bro. Bro. Cody......dude. Wake up.”
My eyes flew open. Heart pounding. I sat up on the air mattress, still half in a dream, cock half-hard under the blanket. “What?” I blinked, looking around the room. “What’s wrong?”
Brad was standing over me in nothing but a loose pair of gym shorts, phone in hand, grinning like a maniac. He shoved the screen in my face. “Dude. I posted the video of you catching my precum on your tongue last night. It fucking went viral.”
My brain took a second to catch up. “What?” I said, eyes still adjusting. “Seriously?”
“Bro. People are re-tweeting and shit.” He laughed. “Look at the comments. Fuckin’ 600 likes. I usually get like 100, maybe 150 max. This is crazy.”
I sat up straighter, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “No way. Show me.”
He dropped down onto the bed next to me and scrolled through the post, reading aloud. “‘That tongue is working overtime’… ‘Whoever the bottom is, I need his @’… ‘I came before the video even loaded.’” Brad cracked up. “Bro. We broke the internet.”
I laughed, still waking up. “Fuck, really? That’s wild.”
Brad slung his thick arm over my shoulders. “Thanks, bro. I owe you.”
I smirked. “Yeah, well. Anything for content, right?”
The day passed in a blur. Brad left for most of it...groceries, errands, saunas, doing whatever Brad does.
By the time evening hit, I was scrolling TikTok in my underwear, back on the air mattress, half-dozing.
Then the door swung open.
Brad barged in, all energy and swagger. “Brooo. Fucking hell.”
I looked up. “What now?”
“This shit is insane,” he said, tossing his gym bag to the floor. “I thought we were just shooting for fun. But the videos blew up. Like over 1.5k likes. And my DMs are full of horny dudes asking for custom vids. Shit’s popping.”
I laughed. “Maybe it’s all me. My star power.”
He rolled his eyes. “Oh shut up. It’s my cock they love. Watching your hungry tongue work it is just the cherry on top.”
I smirked. “You should’ve said that while my cum was still dripping out of your hole last night.”
Brad chuckled. “Whatever, bro. Content, baby. Content.”
Then he walked towards me, pulled out a little black box from his bag , and tossed it at me.
I caught it mid-air. “What’s this?”
“A gift,” he said, still grinning. “Remember my loyal supporter Steven?”
“Uh… yeah?”
“He sent me a tip for the vids I sent him. Said he loves the chemistry. So I figured… you deserve something.”
I opened the bag. Inside was a black balaclava; one of those sleek, tight porn masks that covers your whole face but leaves the mouth open and a pair of fire-red jockstraps. Tight. Sexy. Fuck-me red.
Brad grinned wider. “Steven bought those for you. Said he wants you to be the center of attention next time.”
I looked up, stunned. “Fuck, bro…”
Brad leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His biceps looked even bigger than usual. That cocky smile still stuck to his face.
“Actually,” he said slowly, “Steven has a special request.”
I raised an eyebrow.
Brad licked his lips. “He wants to see me fuck you.”
I froze.
“He said he’d tip real good… if the video’s exclusive to him.”
Silence.
I swallowed.
Brad smirked. “So… what do you think?”
“Yeah, yeah, bro. Sure,” I said, smirking as I held up the jockstrap and mask. “You want me to wear these or something now?”
No hesitation. No playing hard to get.
Truth was, I’d wanted this since the second I texted Brad asking to crash at his place. I didn't know what he did online. But I knew that I wanted this..
Brad blinked. “What the fuck..... You wanna go now?”
I shrugged. “Might as well, bro. Keep the momentum going if you wanna stay trending online.”
He laughed, nodding. “Alright, alright. Change up quick.”
I stood up, peeled off my shirt, dropped my sweats. Naked now. No shame. I stepped into the jockstrap, pulled it up slow over my thighs, the red elastic hugging me tight. My ass jiggled when the strap snapped into place.
Brad was already in his underwear, bulge fat and obvious. He stared. “Fucking hell, Cody,” he muttered. “That ass is better than any chick’s I’ve ever seen.”
I grinned. “Haha, thanks bro.”
Then I slipped the mask over my head. Tight. Smooth. My mouth and jaw exposed. The rest hidden.
“Fuck,” I muttered, adjusting it. “This feels sexy as hell.”
Brad looked me up and down like I was a full-course meal. “Now you can be in the vid without stressing about your face. Just a hot anonymous roommate.”
“Yeah, bro. I’m good.” He nodded, stepping back like he was visualizing the scene already.
“Okay,” he said. “Get on the bed. Face the other way. Arch your back up.”
I didn’t ask questions. I climbed onto the bed, got on my knees, and dropped my chest forward. My ass was fully up, straps pulled tight, hole on display like a fucking porno thumbnail. I looked back over my shoulder.
Brad was already walking to the door. “I’m gonna close this,” he said, holding up his phone. “Come back in recording… and catch you sitting there like that. Waiting.”
I nodded, heart racing.
The door clicked shut.
And I just stayed there. Mask on. Ass up. Waiting to get fucked for the camera.
I crawled onto the bed like Brad told me; facing away, knees wide, ass up, that red jockstrap hugging tight around my cheeks. The balaclava hugged my face, and somehow, the anonymity just made me hornier. I couldn’t see myself, but I could feel everything; how exposed I was, how hungry I looked, how badly I wanted this.
I heard the click of the door.
Then Brad’s voice, smug as ever. “Say hello to Steven, Cody. Shake that ass for him.”
I gave my ass a little bounce....just enough for the red jock to jiggle on my cheeks.
Brad laughed behind the camera. “Steven, there you go. He’s wearing the jockstrap and the mask you gifted. Gosh, look at how round his ass is. Fucking hell....”
He stepped closer, the sound of the phone picking up every breath.
I felt his hand tug the strap aside, exposing my hole. Then I felt the fat, hot tip of his cock press right against it, he slapped it a couple times, teasing. “My turn today, Cody.”
I just groaned into the mattress, legs spread wide, ready for it.
He rubbed the head of his cock around my hole, smearing slick all over. “Steven, mate,” Brad said with a deep breath, “I wish you could feel how soft this ass is…”
And fuck, I could feel him. That cock....thick as hell, maybe seven, or perhaps seven and a half inches, fat in the way that made your breath catch. The head was wide, flared, dripping warm precum that slid it along my hole as he gently slapped it down there.
Veins wrapped up the shaft, thick and defined, the kind of cock that looked heavy even when it wasn’t hard, only this one was rock hard, flushed red with need. It curved slightly upward, just enough to hit the right spot. I’d seen it before, sure, in the locker room, in the vids he made...but feeling it around my hole? Pressing at my rim, stretching me slow? That was a whole different game.
He pushed in slowly, thick and warm and fucking perfect.
“Holy shit,” Brad hissed as he sank deeper. “Cody…”
I moaned out, “Yeah, bro…”
He stayed there a second, breathing heavy, cock pulsing deep in me. Then he pulled back, just a bit, and said, “You know what... I want my hands free before I start fucking.”
He slipped his cock out, placed his phone on the side table, angled just right. Front camera. Side view. Perfect shot
“Better angle for you, Steven,” he muttered.
I laughed, breathless, “Fuck yeah, bro… use both your hands on my ass…”
And he did. He placed his big hands on both my ass cheeks, spreading me wide open, exposing every inch. I felt him lean forward again, cockhead sliding back to my hole.
He pushed in deeper this time. Brad groaned, head tilted up, “Fucking hell, Cody… you are tight, my guy.”
“Hahaa yeaah… bro…” I moaned out, pushing back on him. I started bouncing - slow at first, then faster. Riding his cock. Working it like I wanted Steven to see every inch going in and out of me.
“Holy fuck, mate,” Brad grunted. “You are a bad, bad slut.”
I looked back over my shoulder. “I think this movement’s gonna make the content even better.”
He growled, grabbed my hips, and started thrusting in hard. The sound of skin slapping, our moans, the way the bed creaked, all of it was getting caught on camera.
Brad gripped my hips tighter, pulling me back onto his cock like he wanted to bury it in me for good. His pace picked up; steady, deep thrusts that hit that perfect spot inside me every single time.
“Fuck, Cody,” he groaned, breath ragged. “You’re taking me so good, bro. Steven’s gonna lose his mind watching this.”
I pushed my ass back harder, matching his rhythm. Every thrust made me feel fuller, hotter, like I was being fucked on display and I loved it.
“Yeah? You think he’s stroking his cock watching this?” I moaned, gasping as Brad slammed into me again.
“Bet your ass he is,” Brad grunted, his voice low and rough. “He’s probably nutting the second he sees your ass bouncing on my dick like this.”
I arched deeper, cheek against the mattress, hands gripping the sheets.
Brad leaned in over me, his chest brushing my back, voice right at my ear now. “You know what’s crazy, Cody? You’re better at this than half the chicks I’ve been with. Your hole, your sounds, the way you fucking bounce for it…”
I moaned, almost whining at how deep he was. “Bro… fuck…”
“You’re such a little attention whore,” he growled, sitting up again, hands spreading my cheeks wider. “Bet you love being recorded like this. Bet you love knowing people are watching.”
I nodded into the mattress. “I don’t give a fuck. If they’re watching, they better jerk off to this.”
Brad let out a deep laugh. “You’re a freak, Cody.”
Then he started going harder. Each thrust smacked against me louder, faster, his hips slamming into my ass, cock punching up into me until I was gasping nonstop. The phone camera caught everything: the stretch, the thrust, the bounce. My moans, his grunts, the filthy sounds of our bodies clapping together.
Brad didn’t slow down....he reached under me suddenly, grabbing my leaking dick and stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, legs shaking as the sensation doubled.
“You close?” Brad panted behind me. “You gonna fucking cum from getting fucked, bro?”
“Almost....fuck.. dude....I’m close”
But he stopped stroking, just held my hips again, slamming into me harder than before.
“Not yet,” he growled. “Not until I say so.”
I whimpered, gripping the sheets tighter.
He leaned in again, breath hot on my neck. “You’re doing good, Cody. Taking this cock like it’s yours. Steven’s gonna fucking love this.”
I nodded, barely able to speak.
Brad pulled back slowly, teasing me for a second.
Then he said, low and dirty, “Alright… let’s switch positions. I wanna see your face while I fuck you.”
Coming Up Next: He Fucked Me for the Camera. Then Sent It to His Favorite Follower.
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