Chapter 8

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...

Brad kept taking pictures.

My lips closed around the head. Just the head. He didn’t move. Neither did I. The taste was stronger now. Saltier. My tongue curved up to press underneath the tip of his cock as my lips sealed around it. My spit already coated him, so he slid in smooth. Easy.

“Open up more,” Brad said.

I did.

I opened my mouth a little more to let brad guide his cock further in.

He pushed forward gently. Inch by inch,...

His cock moving deeper into my mouth. I didn’t gag. Didn’t flinch. It felt like my mouth was built for it. I took him without hesitation, letting him slide in deeper until I felt his full length inside me.

All seven inches. Buried.

He paused. “Jesus Christ, Cody ... you are unbelievable.”

His cock still inside my mouth.

Then in one clean motion, he pulled out. His dick slid free, coated in a fine layer of spit, glistening like it had been dipped in gloss.

“Aah. Fuck,” I gasped. “Hope that was a good shot bro.”

He grinned.

Then he did it again.

His hips moved faster this time. Not rough. Just eager. Like he couldn’t wait to feel that again. His cock pushed in ... this time I opened wider, letting him sink into the back of my throat. He groaned as I swallowed around him. My lips sealed tight, and he pulled out again, wet and heavy.

“Bro ... fuck...”

Again.

A third time.

This one was even smoother. My tongue knew what to do now. My lips moved naturally. My jaw relaxed. I welcomed him in like I’d been doing this forever. I could feel his cock pulse in my mouth. I sucked harder. Slower.

“Cody,” he said, breathless, “I didn’t expect you to be this good. This is some high level premium content.”

I pulled back, lips shiny. “Apparently I’ve got no gag reflex.”

Brad laughed, chest rising. “Fuck ... I have an idea.”

He tucked his cock up slightly, still holding the phone, eyes sparkling.

I raised an eyebrow. “What kind of idea?”

He leaned down, grinning. “Let’s play the countdown game.”

“The what?”

“You’ll see. Come on.”

He helped me up. My legs were jelly. “Come on,” he said, that smirk still on his face. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

I blinked. “Wait ... what even is the countdown game?”

He didn’t answer. Just walked off.

And fuck ... now I was curious.