The Straight Gym Bro Brad Who Lets Me Crash at His Place
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Chapter 14: My Straight Gym Bro Fucked Me Because the Fans Asked For It
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 14: My Straight Gym Bro Fucked Me Because the Fans Asked For It - When I needed a place to crash, my ripped, gym bro Brad offered his couch. I didn’t expect him to be so cool with the fact I was gay or that he’d start letting me film him doing stuff. At first, it was just teasing. But once the fans got involved, things got a lot steamier… and a lot more real.
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Recap: After their first viral video, Brad can’t believe the response and neither can Cody. With horny fans begging for more, Brad surprises Cody with a red jockstrap, a sleek porn mask, and a wild request from one of their top tippers: he wants to see Brad fuck Cody. No games, no hesitation, Cody strips, straps up, and gets on the bed, ass arched, hole exposed, ready to be the main event. Brad grabs the phone. The door shuts. And Cody stays just like that ... masked, leaking, and waiting to get wrecked on camera.
I crawled onto the bed like Brad told me; facing away, knees wide, ass up, that red jockstrap hugging tight around my cheeks. The balaclava hugged my face, and somehow, the anonymity just made me hornier. I couldn’t see myself, but I could feel everything; how exposed I was, how hungry I looked, how badly I wanted this.
I heard the click of the door.
Then Brad’s voice, smug as ever. “Say hello to Steven, Cody. Shake that ass for him.”
I gave my ass a little bounce ... just enough for the red jock to jiggle on my cheeks.
Brad laughed behind the camera. “Steven, there you go. He’s wearing the jockstrap and the mask you gifted. Gosh, look at how round his ass is. Fucking hell...”
He stepped closer, the sound of the phone picking up every breath.
I felt his hand tug the strap aside, exposing my hole. Then I felt the fat, hot tip of his cock press right against it, he slapped it a couple times, teasing. “My turn today, Cody.”
I just groaned into the mattress, legs spread wide, ready for it.
He rubbed the head of his cock around my hole, smearing slick all over. “Steven, mate,” Brad said with a deep breath, “I wish you could feel how soft this ass is...”
And fuck, I could feel him. That cock ... thick as hell, maybe seven, or perhaps seven and a half inches, fat in the way that made your breath catch. The head was wide, flared, dripping warm precum that slid it along my hole as he gently slapped it down there.
Veins wrapped up the shaft, thick and defined, the kind of cock that looked heavy even when it wasn’t hard, only this one was rock hard, flushed red with need. It curved slightly upward, just enough to hit the right spot. I’d seen it before, sure, in the locker room, in the vids he made ... but feeling it around my hole? Pressing at my rim, stretching me slow? That was a whole different game.
He pushed in slowly, thick and warm and fucking perfect. “Holy shit,” Brad hissed as he sank deeper. “Cody...”
I moaned out, “Yeah, bro...”
He stayed there a second, breathing heavy, cock pulsing deep in me. Then he pulled back, just a bit, and said, “You know what ... I want my hands free before I start fucking.”
He slipped his cock out, placed his phone on the side table, angled just right. Front camera. Side view. Perfect shot
“Better angle for you, Steven,” he muttered.
I laughed, breathless, “Fuck yeah, bro ... use both your hands on my ass...”
And he did. He placed his big hands on both my ass cheeks, spreading me wide open, exposing every inch. I felt him lean forward again, cockhead sliding back to my hole.
He pushed in deeper this time. Brad groaned, head tilted up, “Fucking hell, Cody ... you are tight, my guy.”