E13 | 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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“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.


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