My Straight Gym Bro Fucked Me Because the Fans Asked For It

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.”

“Hahaa yeaah… bro…” I moaned out, pushing back on him. I started bouncing - slow at first, then faster. Riding his cock. Working it like I wanted Steven to see every inch going in and out of me.

“Holy fuck, mate,” Brad grunted. “You are a bad, bad slut.”

I looked back over my shoulder. “I think this movement’s gonna make the content even better.”

He growled, grabbed my hips, and started thrusting in hard. The sound of skin slapping, our moans, the way the bed creaked, all of it was getting caught on camera.

Brad gripped my hips tighter, pulling me back onto his cock like he wanted to bury it in me for good. His pace picked up; steady, deep thrusts that hit that perfect spot inside me every single time.

“Fuck, Cody,” he groaned, breath ragged. “You’re taking me so good, bro. Steven’s gonna lose his mind watching this.”

I pushed my ass back harder, matching his rhythm. Every thrust made me feel fuller, hotter, like I was being fucked on display and I loved it.

“Yeah? You think he’s stroking his cock watching this?” I moaned, gasping as Brad slammed into me again.

“Bet your ass he is,” Brad grunted, his voice low and rough. “He’s probably nutting the second he sees your ass bouncing on my dick like this.”

I arched deeper, cheek against the mattress, hands gripping the sheets.

Brad leaned in over me, his chest brushing my back, voice right at my ear now. “You know what’s crazy, Cody? You’re better at this than half the chicks I’ve been with. Your hole, your sounds, the way you fucking bounce for it…”

I moaned, almost whining at how deep he was. “Bro… fuck…”

“You’re such a little attention whore,” he growled, sitting up again, hands spreading my cheeks wider. “Bet you love being recorded like this. Bet you love knowing people are watching.”

I nodded into the mattress. “I don’t give a fuck. If they’re watching, they better jerk off to this.”

Brad let out a deep laugh. “You’re a freak, Cody.”

Then he started going harder. Each thrust smacked against me louder, faster, his hips slamming into my ass, cock punching up into me until I was gasping nonstop. The phone camera caught everything: the stretch, the thrust, the bounce. My moans, his grunts, the filthy sounds of our bodies clapping together.

Brad didn’t slow down....he reached under me suddenly, grabbing my leaking dick and stroking it roughly in time with his thrusts.

“Oh fuck!” I cried out, legs shaking as the sensation doubled.

“You close?” Brad panted behind me. “You gonna fucking cum from getting fucked, bro?”

“Almost....fuck.. dude....I’m close”

But he stopped stroking, just held my hips again, slamming into me harder than before.

“Not yet,” he growled. “Not until I say so.”

I whimpered, gripping the sheets tighter.

He leaned in again, breath hot on my neck. “You’re doing good, Cody. Taking this cock like it’s yours. Steven’s gonna fucking love this.”

I nodded, barely able to speak.

Brad pulled back slowly, teasing me for a second.

Then he said, low and dirty, “Alright… let’s switch positions. I wanna see your face while I fuck you.”

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