Chapter 10: My Straight Gym Bro Asked Me to Tongue His Hole on Camera

Recap:Cody finally gets Brad’s cock all the way down his throatand Brad doesn’t just let him, he films it. What starts as a “countdown game” quickly turns into a full-on throat test, with Cody sucking deeper, wetter, and nastier as the numbers climb. Brad hits him with a new request; he needs a tongue up his jock ass if he’s gonna cum. And Cody? He’s already licking Brad’s hole, ready to go next level.

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.