Chapter 11: I Fucked My Straight Gym Bro Brad on Camera

Recap: Brad asked Cody to tongue his hole, and Cody went for it ... no hesitation. After deepthroating Brad like a pro, Cody slides down between his legs and starts licking, slow and wet, getting Brad moaning right away. With the camera rolling, Cody spits, swirls, and tongue-fucks Brad’s hole like he’s done it a hundred times. Brad keeps filming, stroking his cock, and finally admits that he can’t cum without something in his ass. Cody just grins. Guess he knows what’s coming next.

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

Brad said it like it was just a casual fact. Like he was telling me his favorite cheat meal or how much he could bench.

I looked up at him, tongue still wet, face buried between his cheeks. I blinked, stunned for a second. Not because I was shocked, more because I didn’t think he’d admit that out loud.

Brad stared down at me, all flushed and cocky, holding his fat dick lazily in one hand, camera still in the other. “Yeah,” he said, like he was explaining how to tie a shoe. “It’s like ... not optional for me anymore.”

I swallowed, pulled back slightly so I could speak. “So you’ve ... what? Used toys?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes toys. A strap-on with the chicks. But like...” He shifted his hips, presenting that slick hole to me again. “We don’t need any toys when you have got that huge cock, Cody”

That last part made my dick twitch so hard it hurt.

I didn’t even need to think. I reached back, wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock, and gave it a long, slow stroke. I was leaking all over the bed now. My balls were tight. Everything in me was heat.

“You want my fingers first?” I asked, voice low.

“Nah,” Brad said, letting his legs fall open wider. “I want your tongue again ... but, like ... deeper.”

He didn’t have to say it twice.

I pushed his thighs back up, got on my knees, and lowered my mouth again. This time, I didn’t start slow.

I dove in.

Slick.

Sloppy.

My tongue pushed past his rim in one wet stroke. I twisted it, fucked it in circles, flattening and curling and tasting every inch. Brad let out this loud, desperate moan that made my cock jerk.

“Fuuuck, bro ... fuck yes...”

He was squirming now, one hand gripping the headboard, the other still filming. “This is ... dude ... holy shit...”

I grunted into him.

My nose was pressed into his hole. My spit was everywhere. I tongued him so hard I could feel the pressure build behind his thighs, his hips twitching with every breath.

Then he said it again, softer this time, like it was just for me. “Put something in me, bro...”

I froze, breathing heavy. “You mean my dick?”

He nodded fast. “Yeah.”

I sat back on my heels, heart hammering. My dick looked angry at this point - red, swollen, leaking like a faucet. “You sure?” I asked.

Brad nodded again, biting his bottom lip. “Yeah, bro. Come on. Just the tip first.”

I grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer. He watched me coat myself, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. I crawled back between his legs, stroking my cock slowly, spreading the slick. Brad pulled his knees up, held them to his chest without me even needing to ask.

He was ready. “Slide it in...” he whispered.

I lined up, rubbing the head of my cock against his hole, teasing him slow.

But just as I started to push, I saw Brad fumbling with his phone.

Click. Click.

He was trying to film.