Chapter 9: My straight gym bro made me play a blowjob countdown game

Recap: Cody finally wrapped his lips around the tip of his straight gym bro Brad’s cock and let it rest in his mouth, just holding it there, wet and warm. Brad didn’t freak out like Cody thought he might ... instead, he just said they’d need to shoot it again because Cody’s face was in the video. Brad started taking pictures while slowly sliding his cock deeper and deeper into Cody’s mouth, each time smoother, wetter, and more intense. Cody took it all like a pro, no gag, no hesitation. Now Brad’s got a new idea ... something called the countdown game. And he’s leading Cody to the bedroom to show him exactly what it means.

We were in the bedroom now. Brad stood over me like he owned the place, shoulders loose, cock already thick in his hand. Still slick from my spit, still twitching like it hadn’t had enough. His phone was aimed down at me again, camera rolling. “Alright Cody,” he said, voice low and rough. “Here’s how the countdown game works.”

He brought the tip of his cock right to my bottom lip. It smeared a fresh layer of precum across my skin. I could taste it before I even opened my mouth.

“You start with just the tip. I count one. You suck it once. Pull off. Then two, you take me a little deeper, stroke it twice with your mouth. Then three. Four. Keep going. But the second you stop or mess up, we go back to one.”

I smirked up at him. “Sounds easy.”

He grinned. “We’ll see.”

The tip pushed against my lip again, soft but insistent.

“Let’s see how far you get before you choke.”

I opened my mouth.

“One,” he said.

I wrapped my lips around just the head, gave it a slow suck, let it pop out of my mouth with a little sound. Easy.

Two

Back in. A little deeper this time. My tongue slid flat under him, my lips tight. I stroked him with my mouth twice, pulled off, letting my chin stay wet.

Three

I took him in again, his cock brushing the roof of my mouth on every stroke. I moved slow, precise. Three smooth bobs, then out again. My jaw already loosening up. He groaned.

“You’re good at this,” he muttered, brushing his fingers through my hair.

Four

I pushed deeper, took four slow strokes, teasing him with the swirl of my tongue under his shaft. His breath was starting to get heavier. My spit was all over my mouth, running down my chin.

Five

I opened up more. Letting him guide his cock in until my lips were halfway down. Five strokes now, wetter, slower, dragging my mouth along every inch I could take. When I pulled off, a string of spit clung to the head of his cock like a thread of silk.

“Jesus, Cody...”

Six

No hesitation. I took him deeper. Six bobs, smoother, quicker. I felt the stretch in my throat on the fifth, but I didn’t pull back. I stayed steady. My mouth was molded to him by now. Every time I slid down, I felt him pulse.