Chapter 7

Recap: Cody agrees to help his straight roommate Brad film spicy content for Twitter ... but things go way further than he expected. What starts as a few shirtless shots turns into Cody tracing his hand down Brad’s abs, slipping under the jockstrap, and eventually getting on his knees. Brad, confident and hard, keeps pushing the boundary for the “perfect shot” ... until Cody finds himself face-to-face with Brad’s cock, holding it, cupping his balls, and feeling a drop of precum hit his thumb.

Brad’s still calling it “just content.” But Cody’s not sure he believes him anymore.

My thumb was on the head of Brad’s cock. Just a light touch. But enough.

That’s when I felt it.

A drop.

Warm...

Wet...

Slippery...

Brad was leaking in my hand.

He looked down, chest rising a little faster. “Damn,” he said with a grin, “all this content-making got me leaking already.” No apology. No shame. Just proud.

I rubbed my thumb in a circle. Slowly. The slick precum spread under my touch, then slid down my thumb in a thin strand.

Brad’s hips jerked forward just slightly. His breath hitched. “Bro,” he muttered, voice thicker now. “That angle’s so good ... Keep doing that”.

He raised the phone and hit record. Aiming straight down, capturing his thick cock in my hand, the shine at the tip, the way my thumb moved in slow circles with strands of his precum dripping down my thumb.

“This is gold,” he whispered. “They’re gonna lose it.”

I should’ve been embarrassed. I should’ve stopped. But I didn’t. Because right then, I didn’t want to stop. My cock was pressing hard inside my trunks, aching against the fabric. I could feel the wet spot growing ... yeah, I was leaking too. Just from touching him. From the way he stood there, proud and hard, letting me handle his dick like it was mine to play with... ‘All for the content bro.’

His skin was so warm under my fingers. The way his shaft twitched every time I circled my thumb over the head, it was driving both of us insane.

Brad just kept recording, breathing a little heavier, the tension building between us like we both knew this wasn’t just for content anymore.

Then he said it. “Bro, I got an idea.”

I looked up at him, thumb still slow on his tip. “Oh yeah? What kinda idea?”

He smirked. “You down?”

I gave a little shrug, lips dry. “Might as well be. Tell me what mischief you’ve got planned now.”

Brad stepped back just an inch, still aiming the camera. “Okay, trust me on this one. Get lower. Like, just under my cock.”

I blinked. “Under?”

“Yeah.” His voice was steady. Confident. “Face right there. Just below. I thought of a picture that’s gonna go viral, bro.”

He was serious. He always was when it came to content. But there was something else in his voice this time too. Hunger.

So I moved. Lowered myself on my knees until his cock was hovering just above my face. I could smell him now—clean sweat, skin, something heavier. My tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth like it knew what was coming.

“Like this?” I asked, tilting my chin up, breathing against his balls.

“Yeah,” he said, adjusting the angle. “Perfect.”

Then he added, “Put your tongue out.”

I paused. That single drop on the tip of his cock was swelling again. So close. Inches. It’d take nothing for it to fall.