E16 | 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 pulled back just slightly, still stroking him with my tongue. “I’m not gonna stop, bro,” I said, looking up at him. “You can finish in my mouth.”

Brad didn’t even say anything at first, just stared down at me, cock twitching between my lips, chest rising and falling like he was trying not to lose it too fast. Then he groaned, low and rough. “Fucking hell, Cody.” He ran a hand through his hair, shifting forward just enough to rest his tip right back on my tongue. I opened wider, relaxed my jaw, and let him take it.

He didn’t hold back. Just short, needy thrusts in my mouth while I sucked slow and steady, tongue swirling underneath. He grabbed me by my hair with one hand and the other still holding the camera at just the right angle. I stayed locked in, lips tight, eyes up. A few seconds later, I felt the first twitch. Then the rush. Warm, thick spurts filling my mouth. I didn’t flinch. Didn’t stop. I just swallowed as he kept groaning, riding it out right between my lips.

When he finally pulled back, his cock was slick and shiny, twitching slightly from the overstimulation. I licked my lips and smirked behind the mask. Brad exhaled hard, still filming. “God damn, bro,” he said, almost laughing. “You just fucking swallowed all of it.”

Brad finally set the phone down, grinning as he climbed off me. His cock was still glistening, softening now, the last bit of cum smeared on my bottom lip. He grabbed the phone again, angled it toward me for one final close-up. “Steven’s gonna love this shit,” he muttered, then hit stop on the recording.

Still panting a little, I pulled the mask off and tossed it to the side. “Dude,” I said, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, “that was next-level.”

Brad chuckled. “You’re a fucking natural, man.” He tapped on his screen for a second. “Imma send the whole fucking video to Steven right now.”

I watched as he airdropped it to his laptop, added a short caption, then shot it off in a message. He tossed his phone onto the bed and stood up, stretching. “Alright. I need a shower before I melt.”

I nodded, sinking deeper into the bed, still feeling the heat of everything we’d just done. Brad disappeared into the bathroom, and I lay there, arms behind my head, staring at the ceiling.

............


A couple of minutes go by and Brad's phone started buzzing.

And didn’t stop.

I sat up, glanced at the screen. Notifications flooded in....one was from Venmo, 6-7 back to back twitter DMs..

Ten minutes later, Brad came out of the shower, towel wrapped low around his waist, wet hair slicked back. “Yo.....what the fuck is going on?” he asked, grabbing his phone.

He scrolled. Then laughed. “Steven tipped a hundred bucks,” he read, eyes widening. “Bro. Seven messages from him already.”

He tapped them open. “‘That was insane. I came so hard.’” Brad snorted. “‘You two are incredible together. You should officially become a content duo.’”

He looked over at me, smirking. “So? What do you think?”

I shrugged, grinning. “Honestly? Could be a good idea. Feels kinda natural at this point.”

Brad climbed into bed next to me, still towel-wrapped, phone in hand. “Fuck it. Let’s do it.”

He opened his profile, edited the username, and changed it to:

Brad&CodyXXX.

Then he scrolled through his camera roll, picked a screenshot of my lips wrapped around his cock, and posted it.

The caption read:

"Our first official duo drop. Cody swallowed every drop. Only getting started."

“Upload,” Brad said with a smirk, hitting the button. “There. We’re live.”

I leaned over, laughing. “Bro, this is insane.”


.........

The rest of the day passed in a blur. Brad was out for a bit, visiting a friend.
I stayed in, got some work done, but my mind kept drifting back to that new account. The buzz. The comments. The insane energy of what we’d just created.

I’d logged in to the account on my own phone too,just to keep tabs. And sure enough, it was blowing up.

Then, around 8PM, a DM popped up. From a guy named George.

I tapped it open.

George: Hey… saw your latest. Fucking wild. Listen...I have a request. It’s kinda intense, but I think you two might be into it. What if you two played out a scene? Jock and tutor. One of you gets ‘tutored’ real hard. I’ll send a script. I’ll tip you double if you follow it exactly.

I stared at the message, pulse racing. Fan requests were becoming our new reality. And Brad? He had no idea just how wild things were about to get.


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