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E9 | The Straight Gym Bro Brad Who Lets Me Crash at His Place
🕑 Added 2025-05-18 06:30:00 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
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We were in the bedroom now. Brad stood over me like he owned the place, shoulders loose, cock already thick in his hand. Still slick from my spit, still twitching like it hadn’t had enough. His phone was aimed down at me again, camera rolling.
“Alright Cody,” he said, voice low and rough. “Here’s how the countdown game works.”
He brought the tip of his cock right to my bottom lip. It smeared a fresh layer of precum across my skin. I could taste it before I even opened my mouth.
“You start with just the tip. I count one. You suck it once. Pull off. Then two, you take me a little deeper, stroke it twice with your mouth. Then three. Four. Keep going. But the second you stop or mess up, we go back to one.”
I smirked up at him. “Sounds easy.”
He grinned. “We’ll see.”
The tip pushed against my lip again, soft but insistent.
“Let’s see how far you get before you choke.”
I opened my mouth.
“One,” he said.
I wrapped my lips around just the head, gave it a slow suck, let it pop out of my mouth with a little sound. Easy.
Two
Back in. A little deeper this time. My tongue slid flat under him, my lips tight. I stroked him with my mouth twice, pulled off, letting my chin stay wet.
Three
I took him in again, his cock brushing the roof of my mouth on every stroke. I moved slow, precise. Three smooth bobs, then out again. My jaw already loosening up. He groaned.
“You’re good at this,” he muttered, brushing his fingers through my hair.
Four
I pushed deeper, took four slow strokes, teasing him with the swirl of my tongue under his shaft. His breath was starting to get heavier. My spit was all over my mouth, running down my chin.
Five
I opened up more. Letting him guide his cock in until my lips were halfway down. Five strokes now, wetter, slower, dragging my mouth along every inch I could take. When I pulled off, a string of spit clung to the head of his cock like a thread of silk.
“Jesus, Cody…”
Six
No hesitation. I took him deeper. Six bobs, smoother, quicker. I felt the stretch in my throat on the fifth, but I didn’t pull back. I stayed steady. My mouth was molded to him by now. Every time I slid down, I felt him pulse.
He laughed, breathless. “Fuck. Seven.”
I moved faster. My mouth opened wide, taking him until my nose nearly hit his skin. I could feel the shape of him against the back of my throat. I stroked him with everything I had. He started twitching, and I had just hit the seventh stroke when he groaned. “Wait. Stay there.”
I froze. His cock deep in my throat, not an inch left.
He grabbed his phone, aimed down.
Click.
“Fuck. That’s a beautiful shot.”
I laughed around him. He pulled back, slow, deliberate. His cock came out coated, glistening, a long string of spit and pre dripping from my lips to his tip.
He grinned. “Uh oh. You lost.”
I wiped my mouth, still catching my breath. “Dude, you literally told me to stop.”
He shrugged. “If you stop, you lose. My cock, my rules.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
“I know you want to keep playing. Get back at it, Cody.”
“One.” Just the tip, a quick flick of my tongue.
“Two.” Two strokes, clean and practiced now. My mouth already used to the rhythm.
“Three.” Deeper. He was getting harder again. My spit dripping from his tip as I pulled off.
Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.
He pulled back again, his cock wet and gleaming like glass. I sat there, breathing heavy, mouth open, spit trailing down my chin to my chest. My jaw ached. My throat throbbed. And still, my hand kept stroking him slow.
“Your throat is fucking unbelievable,” Brad muttered, voice thick. “And that tongue? Magic, bro. Straight-up magic.”
I smirked up at him. “Told you. No gag reflex.”
He grinned, looking down at me like he could already see the next move.
“I’ve got an idea.”
I kept stroking, lips curled, teasing. “Yeah?”
He bit his bottom lip. His cock twitched in my grip.
“You’re doing such a good job, but…” He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. “I kinda need some tongue on my ass too… if I’m gonna cum.”
My hand froze. I blinked, still on my knees, still soaked in spit, jaw sore, cock rock-hard just from blowing him. But that? That hit different.
He didn’t flinch. Just looked down at me, all bold and unbothered. Like he was daring me. Then he added, grinning, “Bro, I’m sure these horndogs on my Twitter would lose their shit if they saw your tongue up my ass.”
Hell, I thought he’d never ask.
And honestly, as someone who’s played on both sides, I got it now. I got Brad. The hunger. The tease. The thrill of turning something wild into content. It wasn’t just about getting off, it was about how far we could push it, how raw we could make it feel.
Comments
Abhishek
Thanks jeff mate.
Jeffrey Sanchez
Glad to see you're getting some assistance from your readers. A little help from your friends can only make it even better! It's so good anyway though!
Abhishek
Yeah matthew.. I hope you caught on the last line. I am leaning towards the idea you suggested ;)
Matthew Funk
So hottt
