E20 | The Straight Gym Bro Brad Who Lets Me Crash at His Place

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

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I was editing the footage from our latest tutor-jock roleplay scene: the one where I absolutely destroyed Brad’s brain and then his cock. It was a request from George, one of our more generous fans, and I wanted to get it just right. Except somewhere between cutting clips and adding audio levels, I got way too into it. I ended up jerking off to Brad moaning “Sir” on screen… which is, of course, the exact moment Brad walked in on me.

Instead of freaking out, he laughed. Teased me. Sat down next to me. One thing led to another, and I ended up finishing in his hand. Then the bastard licked it clean, stared right at the camera and said, “Gotta give ‘em a show, right?” Like we weren’t mid-editing session. And just as I was recovering, Brad hit me with: “Apparently someone wants me to do a solo vid. You film it. Talk to me while I jerk off or whatever.” So yeah.

That’s where we’re at.

He stood there now in the doorway of the living... bare chest, basketball shorts hanging low on his hips, a cocky little smirk like he hadn’t just eaten my cum off his palm ten minutes ago.

“You ready?” he asked, rubbing the back of his neck like this was some casual errand and not him about to jerk off on camera for a stranger.

I was still adjusting my waistband, trying to pretend I hadn’t come already today. “Did you even read the request properly?”

He shrugged. “Something about eye contact, jerking off while you talk shit to me? Typical stuff.”

I picked up my phone, scanning the DM. “Yeah, but it’s not just dirty talk. They want… like, a back-and-forth. Said they want to hear me teasing you. Asking you questions while you stroke. Said they wanna hear how dumb you get when you’re horny.”

Brad rolled his eyes. “Wow. Can’t believe people think I’m the dumb one.”

I raised a brow. “You literally played a failing jock who needed to get his cock sucked to pass algebra.”

He grinned. “Yeah, well. At least I passed.”


I couldn’t help but laugh. The weirdest part about all of this... all the filming, the roleplays, the fact that we somehow stumbled into this whole thing without really talking about it was how easy it was with him. Comfortable. Like we weren’t even acting half the time.

“Alright,” I said, clicking the camera on. “Let’s see if Mr. Thompson can perform without a script.”

Brad stepped toward the couch, already tugging at the drawstring of his shorts. “You’re not gonna do the whole ‘Sir’ thing again, are you?”

“Only if you start whining,” I said, sitting behind the camera.

The camera beeped. It was recording.


Brad flopped down on the couch and spread his legs like a guy who knew he was hot shit. His cock was already hardening, tenting the front of his shorts like it knew the deal before he did.

“Okay,” I said, voice dropping into that low, teasing tone. “Let’s start with something easy. Tell me what you’re thinking about.”

He blinked at me, cock swelling more. “Right now?”

“Yeah. What’s got you hard already?”

He chuckled. “You jerking off to me earlier. That was hot as fuck.”

“Yeah?” I said, adjusting the focus. “You liked seeing me lose it over your moans?”

Brad licked his lips, sliding his hand under his waistband. “Kinda turned me on knowing you couldn’t even finish editing before you had to cum.”

“Keep going,” I murmured, letting the camera get a closer shot as he started stroking himself, slow and lazy.

He groaned, head tipping back. “I thought about getting home and finding you still watching. Maybe walking in on you with your cock out… maybe just watching for a second before joining in.”

“Fuck, Brad,” I muttered, heat pooling in my stomach again. “You’re really getting into this.”

His hand moved faster now, his cock thick and glistening in the low light. “Feels good when you talk to me. I dunno. Makes it hotter.”

“You’re gonna be such a slut in this video,” I said, moving in closer with the camera. “They’re gonna hear everything. Every little whimper.”

He groaned. “I don’t whimper.”

“Bullshit,” I said. “You did last night. When I had you pinned.”

He flushed. “That was acting.”

“No, that was you leaking down your thigh and moaning like you were about to beg.”

He jerked harder at that, eyes fluttering. “Fuck,...aah.. fuck you...Cody”


“Don’t cum yet,” I warned. “You know the rules. I want you desperate first.”

His chest was rising and falling fast now, abs flexing, cock twitching in his grip.

“You know,” I added, sitting back just enough to frame his whole body in the shot, “this is going to end up online. Everyone’s gonna see your dumb jock face losing it while I talk you into blowing a load.”

His hips bucked. “Then say something filthier.”

I smirked. “You want filthy? Fine.”

I leaned closer, whispering just loud enough for the mic.

"You're gonna cum so hard your balls will feel completely drained. You're gonna moan like my desperate little slut and even after you shoot all over yourself, you won’t stop stroking, because you’re just that needy for me."

Brad growled under his breath. “Fuck. Cody, Bro...”

“Now,” I said. “Do it now. Look at me while you cum.”

"Ahhh.. Cody... uuh.. aah.

He looked right into the camera, right into me and gasped.

His whole body locked up as he came, fast and intense. Warm spurts landed across his chest and stomach, some catching his hand as he kept stroking, lost in it. His breath hitched, moans slipping out between clenched teeth, completely undone.


“Good boy,” I said, voice softer now.

He lay there panting, flushed and fucked-out, cum cooling on his skin.


I moved the camera aside and walked over, handing him a towel.

Brad just looked at it and scoffed. “You really think I’m gonna wipe off my cum with a towel?”

He leaned back on his elbows, cocky grin on full display. “Like Steven always says...what a waste of a good load.”


I raised an eyebrow. “Okay, wiseass. Got a better plan?”

He met my eyes, still flushed, still glistening with sweat and cum. “Yeah,” he said casually. “Roll the camera again..Let’s give the audience a little something extra.”

I narrowed my eyes. “What are you scheming now?”

He didn’t even flinch. “I want you to clean it off me. With your tongue.”

I stared at him. He just raised his eyebrows like it was the most normal thing in the world. " Come on, Cody. Don't let it spill on the couch”

I snorted. “You’re unbelievable.”

He leaned back again, chest still messy, cock twitching slightly. “Yeah. So get to work.”


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