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E18 | The Straight Gym Bro Brad Who Lets Me Crash at His Place (Tutor-Jock Special)
🕑 Added 2025-05-28 18:21:01 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
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“What about my cock, Sir? Think you could maybe… teach it a lesson with your throat?”, Brad smirked.
I raised a brow at him. “This lesson isn’t over.”
Brad stood there, bare and flushed, his cock stiff in his hand like he’d just been holding it back the whole time. His voice had that playful, half-teasing edge, but I could tell. He wanted this. He wanted me on my knees for him.
I stepped forward slowly. No rush. I watched the way his chest rose and fell, the way his abs flexed as I got closer. My hand came up, fingers curling under his chin, making him look at me. “You think you deserve that, Mr. Thompson?” I said, voice calm, clipped, full character. “After all the nonsense you pulled in class today?”
He bit back a grin, pretending to squirm under my stare. “I mean… I did try really reallly hardd, Sir.”
I hummed, unamused. “Trying doesn’t count when you show up late and spend the entire session with your brain in your dick.”
He looked down between us, where his cock twitched, heavy and waiting. “Maybe my dick just needs extra tutoring, Sir..”
That did it.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, slow and deliberate. His breath hitched. I saw the way his hand twitched at his side like he wanted to reach for my hair but knew better than to do it yet.
“You’re gonna watch,” I said, voice low. “No closing your eyes. No running that dumb little mouth. Just shut up and learn.”
“Yes, Sir,” he whispered.
I wrapped my hand around his cock, hot and thick, veins pushing against the skin. I jerked it once, slow, base to tip, watching his thighs tremble just slightly. His head tipped back, but he caught himself. Good boy.
Then I opened my mouth and took his cock in. The groan that ripped from his chest wasn’t acting. His whole body tensed, like he’d been waiting for it since the second his sweatpants dropped. My lips formed a vaccum around his shaft, and I sank halfway down before pulling back with a wet pop, letting spit trail from my mouth to his tip. I looked up at him through my lashes.
“Still with me, Mr. Thompson?”
His hands were fists at his sides. “Yes, Sir. Just taking notes...”
I grinned and went back down, faster this time, letting his dick hit the back of my throat with his precum leaking. His legs buckled just slightly and I grabbed his hips with both my hands, holding him still, keeping control. He was being good. Better than usual. His little jock brain was probably short-circuiting from the sensation.
I moved my head, up and down, keeping eye contact when I could, letting my tongue trace every inch of him. My grip on his ass tightened, feeling the muscle, the tension, the way he flexed his ass every time I took him deeper. He moaned again, breath getting ragged, that perfect mix of desperation and awe.
I pulled off again, spit glistening on my lips. “You gonna cum already?” I asked. “That’s not very studious of you.”
He shook his head fast, blinking hard. “No, Sir. I can hold it. I swear.”
“Good,” I said, stroking him again, slow, thumb teasing under his head. “Because I’m not done using this dumb jock cock as a teaching tool.”
Brad whimpered. His whole act was slipping now. He was too deep into it. Every line, every touch, every flick of my tongue had him melting.
I took him in again, faster this time, letting my throat work his dick with sloppy, noisy slurps that filled the room. My spit was everywhere now, dripping down my chin, coating his shaft. His hips jerked forward just once and I slapped his butt. “Did I say you could move?”
He gasped. “No, Sir. Sorry, Sir. I'll behave”
I kept going, punishing him with pleasure, bobbing faster, tongue swirling. I felt his legs shake. I knew he was close. I wanted him right on the edge. My hand cupped his balls, squeezed gently, then slid behind, grazing that spot that made his knees almost give out.
He groaned again. His whole body twitched.
“Sir. Please. I really can't hold it anymore..”
I pulled off.
He whined.
I stood up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. He looked like he was about to fall apart.
Then I grinned. “Okay Mr. Thompson, Get on the bed.”
He scrambled back onto the mattress, lying down on his back, cock standing tall, leaking like crazy.
I climbed up next to him, straddling his chest. I leaned down so my lips were at his ear. “You think you’re ready to cum now, Mr. Thompson?”
He nodded fast. “Yes, Sir. Please. I need it.”
I wrapped my hand around his cock again. This time, I didn’t tease. I stroked him with tight, fast pumps, leaning over him so he could smell me, feel the weight of my body over his. His hands gripped the sheets, toes curling, hips bucking into my hand.
“Come on, dumb jock,” I whispered. “Cum for your tutor. Let me see you make a mess.”
That was it.
He cried out, head falling back, chest arching. His cock pulsed in my hand, ropes of cum landing across his abs, his chest, some hitting his chin. His whole body shook, twitching as I milked every drop from him. I kept stroking until he gasped and begged.
“Sir... fuck, Thank you for the lesson”
I stopped.
He lay there, wrecked, breathing heavy, glazed in his own load.
I climbed off him, sitting back on my knees. “Lesson learned?”
He nodded, eyes fluttering. “Yes, Sir. Best tutoring session of my life.”
I smirked. “Good. Because I expect your homework on my desk by next week.”
Then I slapped his thigh. He jolted.
Brad let out a breathless laugh, wiped his face with his hand. “Jesus Christ. Cody..”
I grabbed a towel and tossed it at him. He cleaned up slowly, still trying to come back to earth after that intense orgasm.
And just when I thought we were done, he looked up at me, still flushed, still dripping sweat, and said:
“So like… what’s our next lesson, Sir?”
I grinned.
“This is a full semester, Mr. Thompson. We’re just getting started.”
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This was just a 2-part roleplay. Hope you enjoyed it.
More content, more roleplays, and even filthier shit in the name of “content” is coming your way, bros.
Comments
Jeffrey Sanchez
🔥🔥🔥
Abhishek
Damn bro. That was a quick read lol. Yeah, these lads are just getting started (LMAO, I say this after 18 episodes, but I know you horndogs love their content)
Matthew Funk
Can’t wait to see more of their roleplay! This was hot!
