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E12 | The Straight Gym Bro Brad Who Lets Me Crash at His Place
🕑 Added 2025-05-20 23:42:30 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
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“Finish inside me.”
Brad;s voice cracked when he said it....like he almost couldn’t believe he was asking. But his eyes? Dead serious. Begging.
I froze for half a second, cock buried balls-deep in his ass, his hole squeezing around me like it was pulling me in deeper.
“You sure bro?” I panted.
Brad didn’t answer with words. He just locked his legs tighter around my waist and nodded....fast, breathless, desperate.
That was all I needed.
I adjusted the angle, phone still steady in my left hand. The screen was pure filth. His body trembling under me. My cock gliding in and out of his stretched hole, wet and swollen. Every slow thrust lit up the shot.
I leaned forward, fucking him harder now.
Deeper.
Slick sounds, loud and wet, filling the room.
Brad’s head fell back. “Fuuuck… Cody…make sure you capture the moment.”
I was losing it. The pressure in my balls was insane. I felt every clench of him around me. I gripped his hip tight, the bed shaking with every thrust.
He was moaning nonstop now, shameless. “Bro...come on...fill me up....do it.....just fucking do it.. Cody”
I leaned in, breath heavy, chest grazing his thighs as I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hard as fuck. Hot. Slick. Leaking nonstop. The second my fingers closed around it, he twitched like a live wire.
I started stroking him slow at first, steady rhythm to match the deep grind of my cock inside him. Long pulls, my fist dragging over the head just right, spreading his precum everywhere. “Yeah,” I muttered, fucking him deep and slow, hand working him tight. “This gonna make you cum, bro.”
He let out this ragged moan...needy, loud, desperate. “Fuck, Cody… fuck…” His hips started bucking into my fist, trying to fuck back onto my dick at the same time. He didn’t know what he needed more.
I watched his face the whole time, eyes fluttering, mouth open, jaw clenched, losing it. My cock slammed into him again, deep, hard, hitting his spot like a trigger. I could feel him start to shake.
“You like that?” I growled. “Getting fucked and stroked at the same time?”
“Bro…” he gasped. “Yes....fuck yes...this is it. You’re hitting the fucking spot…”
I tightened my grip on his cock, pumping him faster. His abs clenched, legs shaking, hole fluttering around my dick like he was already halfway there. I didn’t let up. I kept pounding into him, rough now, my hand jerking his cock like I owned it. Brad’s voice broke into these helpless, stuttering moans....his body couldn’t decide what to focus on anymore.
Then it happened.
His whole body locked up, every muscle tight. His head kicked back, thighs shaking, back arching up off the bed. He came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot up his chest, streaking across his abs and up toward his neck. Some hit my hand, still stroking him through it. The rest dripped down over his stomach, leaking into the sweat pooling in the dips between his muscles. He was a mess. Breathing like he just ran five miles. Hole still clenching around my cock.
That did something to me.. My abs clenched. I growled through my teeth. “Fuck....fuck...Brad...I’m gonna”
I shoved in one final time, as deep as I could go and exploded.
Hot.
So fucking hot.
I came hard, cock throbbing deep in his ass, filling him shot after shot. His hole pulsed around me, milking every drop. My body trembled. I felt it leave me, thick and messy, flooding him until I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuuuck,” I groaned, eyes rolling back.
The phone was still recording. I angled it down, barely able to hold steady, filming the way my cock twitched inside him. My cum already starting to ooze out around the base. It was dripping down his crack, pooling under his ass on the sheets mixed with his cum from earlier..
Brad’s chest was rising fast. He blinked up at me, fucked-out and flushed.
“Holy… shit,” he whispered.
I pulled back slowly.
My cock slipped out with a wet sound, and a thick string of cum followed, sliding down his hole, glistening under the light.
The camera caught all of it. Zoomed in.
Absolute porn.
Brad groaned and let his legs fall open. “Bro,” he said, staring down at the mess. “You gotta clean this up. The sheets. My dick. My abs. Everything.”
I laughed, breathless, tossing the phone to the side.
I dropped to the bed beside him, my body still pulsing from the orgasm.
I looked over at him, his thighs shiny with slick, his cock half-hard and twitching, my load still leaking out of him and thought: If cleaning means I get to make more content like this with Brad… hell yes.
I reached out, dragged a finger slowly down the center of his ass, tracing the slick mess I’d left behind. It slid right through the curve of his hole, still stretched and puffy, leaking my cum like he was made for it. I leaned forward and licked the dripping cum from his abs.
Brad twitched.
“Bro,” he muttered, breath shaky.
I brought my finger to my mouth. Licked it clean.
His eyes widened. “Fuck, bro… you are crazy.”
I smirked, wiped my hand on the edge of the sheet, then leaned back. “Just helping with clean-up.”
He let out a broken laugh and flopped onto his back, cock bobbing as he grabbed his phone from my hand.
Brad laid there, naked and wrecked, scrolling through the videos with one hand, cock resting on his stomach, fingers casually sticky from all the mess.
“Fuck, this one looks good,” he muttered, tapping a clip. “That angle’s insane.”
I bent over, picking up my underwear from the floor and stepping back into them. “You think it came out good?”
Brad didn’t even look up. “Dude… your mouth looks so good in this one.” He tapped again. “Shit… I got a nice hole, huh?”
I laughed, pulling the waistband up. “Finally admitting it.”
He grinned, locking eyes with me. “Can’t deny the evidence, bro.”
There was a pause. He scrolled a little more, then sat up slowly, face serious now.
“Cody,” he said. “Be real with me.”
I raised a brow. “Yeah?”
“This is insane,” he said, phone still glowing in his hand. “But if this shit actually goes viral… we have to keep making more.”
I looked at him. At the phone. At the bed, still soaked. At his wrecked body and flushed face.
Then I shrugged, casual.
“I don’t mind helping out, bro.”
Brad stared at me a second.
Then smiled.
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Comments
Abhishek
If you read the upcoming chapters, you'll see how Brad responds. I want their relationship to be primarily physical, but I’m weaving in a touch of romance in a subtle way.
Joseph Galardi
I sence a disturbance in the Force, Obi Wan. Cody is in love with Brad, yes? But Brad isn't acknowledging or addressing that Brad feels something more for him than just lust? Am I reading things properly?
