E10 | 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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My straight gym bro Brad had just asked me to put my tongue up his ass. I didn’t even hesitate.

He grinned down at me, cock still slick and standing proud. “Imagine a close-up of your tongue on my ass…” His voice was low, rough with anticipation. “These twitter horndogs are gonna lose their shit.”

I looked up at him, lips still wet from sucking him. “You sure? The video gonna come out good?”

“Yeah, bro,” he said, already holding his phone in one hand. “Trust me, let's do a better angle..”

He got up from the edge of the bed and slid back until his head was resting against the headboard, legs splayed out, his thick cock resting heavy against his stomach. He watched me start to crawl up and stopped me with a grin.

“Bro, get comfortable. Take your clothes off.”

I stripped down slowly, and as my briefs hit the floor, my cock stood up hard and flushed. Brad’s eyes locked on it immediately.

“Brooo…” he laughed, not even trying to hide his reaction. “Fuck, if only you'd let me shoot you too… You got a great cock, man.”

I chuckled, shy but turned on as hell, and climbed up onto the bed, easing between his legs. My mouth was already craving more. But still, something about it made me hesitate.

“I don’t know, man… I don’t feel confident.”

“It’s chill,” he said, voice softer now. “No pressure. Come closer.”

I lowered myself between his legs, lying flat on my stomach. His thighs were thick beside my head, warm, flexing just slightly as I adjusted. My face was level with his cock again, and without a second thought, I opened wide and took him deep.

Brad groaned like I’d just punched the air out of his lungs. “Shit! One-shot deepthroat?”

His cock hit the back of my throat and stayed there. I swallowed around it, let it throb against my tongue, and pulled back only to sink again.

“Fuck, this position’s clearly more comfortable for you,” he muttered. “You should’ve told me before, we'd have switched way early.”

I didn’t answer. My mouth was too busy working his cock, slick and practiced. My hands slipped under his thighs, lifting them a bit, until his legs were resting over my back. My throat moved with every slow drag of his length.

“Bro,” he said breathlessly, “my quads look so fucking big…”

Click. Click.

He took a picture right then... his massive legs resting on my back, my face buried between them, throat full of cock.

I pulled off with a wet gasp, a thick string of spit stretching from my lips to his tip. Then I dragged my tongue down the underside of his shaft, licking slow, tracing the vein until I reached his balls. They were heavy and soaked in spit, twitching with every breath.

I didn’t stop.

My tongue dipped lower, teasing the space between his balls and the start of his ass.

He hissed through his teeth, legs twitching. “Bro, I can literally feel your saliva in my ass.”

Drip…

Drip…

Slide…

The spit ran down his taint, slicking him up.

I adjusted his legs again, pulling him toward me until his ass was tilted just right, his hole closer to my mouth. I grabbed the backs of his thighs, raising them a bit higher.

“Let me click the first touch, bro,” he muttered. “I can give it a good caption. Like, ‘My roommate’s tongue touches my ass for the first time.’ Shit like that gets clicks.”

I held still, my tongue hovering just a breath away from his entrance.

Click.

Click.

“Go in,” he whispered.

I flicked my tongue right against his hole, just a quick tease — a warm, wet stroke that made him groan out loud.

“Aaahh… fuck bro…”

I licked again, longer this time, swirling the tip around his rim. He arched slightly, pushing toward it, already craving more. I pushed in gently, let my tongue slide inside, and started to swirl, tasting him.

Brad was filming the whole thing, angling the camera just right to catch his ass and my tongue. “Yeah bro,” he whispered, eyes locked on the screen. “That’s the sweet spot…”

I got bolder. I pressed in deeper, letting my face bury itself between his cheeks, tongue exploring, spit dripping. Then I rubbed my nose in the center, nuzzling him like a dog in heat, before shaking my head hard, fast and dirty, making a loud brrrrrrrrrmmmmmhhh sound right into his hole.

“Fuuuuck bro!” Brad groaned. “I’m gonna keep the sound on when I upload this.”

I didn’t stop. I kept going, tongue fucking him hard now, slipping in and out, swirling, pressing, tracing every soft twitch of his opening. My hands gripped his thighs tight as I kept him right where I wanted him. My own cock was throbbing against the mattress, leaking onto the sheets from nothing but the taste of him.

His breath was ragged, his body hot and twitching. I could hear the slick sounds of my tongue working inside him, the occasional hitch in his voice when I hit just the right angle.

Then he let out a deep groan, like it came from his chest. His hand lowered, stroking his cock lazily while I tongued his hole like I was starving for it.

He gasped again. “Bro… you know…”

I slowed just enough to hear him.

“…Actually, I can’t properly cum until there’s something up my ass.”


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Big shoutout to one of the Jocks, Matthew, for completely pivoting the story with that last line. Appreciate you, bro.

I’ve gotten a few more wild suggestions from the community chat, and if you’ve got an idea for where you want the story to go next, drop it in. I’m reading everything.

And if I use yours, you’ll definitely get a shoutout in a post. I appreciate you bros big time.