The Straight Gym Bro Brad Who Lets Me Crash at His Place
Copyright© 2025 by DanXWrites
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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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My lips were barely touching the head of Brad’s cock. Just the tip. Just a soft, wet grip. The drop that had been sitting on my tongue slid backwards as I sucked in the tip ... warm, thick, salty.
Gulp...
Gulp...
It coated my tongue as I slowly gulped it down, feeling it trace down my throat like liquid heat.
I could finally taste him.
I didn’t even realize I’d closed my eyes until I opened them and saw his huge sculpted legs twitch. Just a small shake in his thigh. A reaction. My lips were still wrapped around his head, tongue pressed under it, soaking him in the mix of his pre and my spit. My jaw didn’t move, not yet. I just held it there like a lollipop, my mouth open, soft around him.
“Bro...” he muttered.
The way he said it made my stomach twist. I pulled back just a little. Was it a mistake?
His cock slid out of my mouth with a quiet wet sound, tip glistening, a drop of spit clinging to the underside.
I blinked up at him. “Shit. I ... I shouldn’t have done that, I am sorry, Brad.” I said. “I didn’t mean to...”
Brad looked down, lips parted, his chest rising. “I didn’t know you were gonna do that, man.”
Fuck. My throat clenched.
I sat back slightly, heart pounding. “I’m sorry. I thought ... I don’t know. I got carried away.”
But Brad shook his head, smiling. “No, bro. Not like that. I meant your face is in the video. Can’t post it like that. We gotta shoot it again.”
I stared at him for a second. and laughed. “Fuck, man. You scared the hell outta me.”
Brad smirked. “You thought I was gonna freak out?”
“A little.”
“Nah, you’re good Cody. That was ... hot”
“Damn. Okay, let’s start again.”
He looked down, adjusted himself. “Alright. Tongue out. Let’s start from where my cock was on your tongue.”
I opened up once again.
Brad stepped forward, grabbed his cock, and placed it right back on the center of my tongue. The head glistened more now, slick with a mix of my spit and the pre from before. He angled the camera again, then reached down and placed his hand on my face, resting just above my nose like he was trying to hide my face from the shot ... but not enough to block the view. His other hand raised the phone and snapped a picture.
“Start again ... just the tip,” he whispered. “A slow tease.”
His cock slid in again.
Click...
Click...
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