E15 | 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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We didn’t even cut the video. Brad just pulled his cock out and smacked my ass with a playful grunt. “Alright, switch up. Let’s give Steven a different angle.”

I flipped onto my back, legs up, my ass still glistening from where he’d been inside me. Brad leaned over, reached down, and peeled off my jockstrap slowly...dramatically... like he knew someone was watching. Because someone was. I grinned under the mask. “Thank you for the jockstrap Steven,” I said, playing to the camera. “But let’s give you a better show without them.”

Brad tossed the jockstrap to the floor and said, “Fuck yeah, this is what he wants to see.”. He lined himself back up, ran his hand up my thigh, then pressed in. His cock slid back into me, and my back arched off the bed. “Holy shit, Cody. You’re still feel so fucking tight.”

He grunted, leaned forward and braced his hands on either side of my head. His chest pressed down against mine, skin-on-skin, my legs wrapped around him as he started thrusting again.

The camera was still rolling from the nightstand, but after a few hard pumps he paused and said, “Lemme get a close up.”

He pulled out, grabbed the phone, and pointed it straight down at me....at us. “There we go. Steven, you’re fucking welcome,” he said, angling the front camera right where it counted.

He got back in position, held the phone in one hand and guided himself back inside with the other, this time keeping one knee up on the bed for balance. His free hand slid down my chest. Brad started thrusting again, slow at first, then harder.

I gasped and dug my fingers into the sheets. “Fuck, bro…”

He pressed his forehead against mine. “You feel good, man. Like, insanely good.”

“Keep going,” I groaned, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

He kept recording with one hand while the other reached down and wrapped around my cock. “You know I gotta stroke you while I fuck you,” he said, smirking.

I couldn’t even respond. His fist moved up and down my shaft in rhythm with his hips. Each stroke matched a thrust. I felt every inch of him inside me and every inch of me in his grip. My body was twitching, pulsing, teetering on the edge.

“Bro,” I moaned, “this feels so intense.”

And then I lost it.

My whole body tensed, my back arched, and cum started spilling out of me... thick ropes shooting up onto my chest, my abs, some even reaching my neck. I kept moaning, biting my lip through the mask, my legs trembling around his waist.

Brad looked down and whistled. “Steven, you see this? Holy fuck...he’s cum a shit ton.”

He kept stroking me even after I finished, dragging the tip through the mess on my stomach, smearing it all over. My body jolted with oversensitivity, but fuck, it felt so good I didn’t care.

Brad kept fucking through it. “Goddamn, Cody... Your hole’s clenching so hard.”

I moaned louder. “Bro, you’re gonna make me cum again…”

He growled. “Nah, now it’s my turn.” His thrusts got faster, deeper, rougher. He dropped the phone back on the bed but made sure the angle still caught us. One hand was back on my waist, holding me still while the other reached up to grip the headboard.

I was still dripping, my cum sliding down my sides, when I heard him grunt loud and low.

“Fuck, Cody....I might just cum in you.”

I tilted my head, eyes wild through the mask. “Bro…” I panted. “I actually wanna taste it.”

A slow, wicked grin spread across his face.

He pulled out, his cock dripping with slick and pulsing. He shifted back, lifting himself off me just a little. “Scoot up, bro,” he said, breathless.

I dragged myself further onto the bed, still panting, my thighs soaked, abs streaked with cum. Brad climbed over me; one leg on either side until he was straddling my chest, his cock resting heavy against my chin.

“Look at that mess,” he muttered, smearing the head across my lips. “Wet as fuck…”

I parted my lips, gave it a quick suck; just the tip, a little swirl with my tongue.

“Fuuuck, bro,” he groaned, hips jerking. “Suck it. Suck it for real.”

I wrapped my lips around it and took him into my mouth. My jaw ached already, but I didn’t care. My hands grabbed his thighs, holding him steady as I worked my tongue under the shaft.

Brad reached off the bed and grabbed the phone again, bringing it close for a better angle. “Steven, you seeing this? That’s your mask, bro,” he said, adjusting it so my mouth was fully visible. “Your jockstrap’s on the floor and your boy Cody’s got his mouth full of my dick.”

I moaned around his length, letting the vibrations buzz through him. His cock twitched on my tongue.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “This might be the best fucking content we’ve made yet.”

"Exclusive for you, Steven"

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.”

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