I Fucked My Straight Gym Bro Brad on Camera

I Fucked My Straight Gym Bro Brad on Camera

Recap: Brad asked Cody to tongue his hole, and Cody went for it... no hesitation. After deepthroating Brad like a pro, Cody slides down between his legs and starts licking, slow and wet, getting Brad moaning right away. With the camera rolling, Cody spits, swirls, and tongue-fucks Brad’s hole like he’s done it a hundred times. Brad keeps filming, stroking his cock, and finally admits that he can’t cum without something in his ass. Cody just grins. Guess he knows what’s coming next.

“Actually, I can’t properly cum until there’s something up my ass.”

Brad said it like it was just a casual fact. Like he was telling me his favorite cheat meal or how much he could bench.

I looked up at him, tongue still wet, face buried between his cheeks. I blinked, stunned for a second. Not because I was shocked, more because I didn’t think he’d admit that out loud.

Brad stared down at me, all flushed and cocky, holding his fat dick lazily in one hand, camera still in the other. “Yeah,” he said, like he was explaining how to tie a shoe. “It’s like… not optional for me anymore.”

I swallowed, pulled back slightly so I could speak. “So you’ve… what? Used toys?”

He nodded. “Yeah. Sometimes toys. A strap-on with the chicks. But like…” He shifted his hips, presenting that slick hole to me again. “We don't need any toys when you have got that huge cock, Cody”

That last part made my dick twitch so hard it hurt.

I didn’t even need to think. I reached back, wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock, and gave it a long, slow stroke. I was leaking all over the bed now. My balls were tight. Everything in me was heat.

“You want my fingers first?” I asked, voice low.

“Nah,” Brad said, letting his legs fall open wider. “I want your tongue again… but, like… deeper.”

He didn’t have to say it twice.

I pushed his thighs back up, got on my knees, and lowered my mouth again. This time, I didn’t start slow.

I dove in.

Slick.

Sloppy.

My tongue pushed past his rim in one wet stroke. I twisted it, fucked it in circles, flattening and curling and tasting every inch. Brad let out this loud, **** moan that made my cock jerk.

“Fuuuck, bro… fuck yes...”

He was squirming now, one hand gripping the headboard, the other still filming. “This is… dude… holy shit…”

I grunted into him.

My nose was pressed into his hole. My spit was everywhere. I tongued him so hard I could feel the pressure build behind his thighs, his hips twitching with every breath.

Then he said it again, softer this time, like it was just for me. “Put something in me, bro…”

I froze, breathing heavy. “You mean my dick?”

He nodded fast. “Yeah.”

I sat back on my heels, heart hammering. My dick looked angry at this point - red, swollen, leaking like a faucet. “You sure?” I asked.

Brad nodded again, biting his bottom lip. “Yeah, bro. Come on. Just the tip first.”

I grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer. He watched me coat myself, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. I crawled back between his legs, stroking my cock slowly, spreading the slick. Brad pulled his knees up, held them to his chest without me even needing to ask.

He was ready. “Slide it in…” he whispered.

I lined up, rubbing the head of my cock against his hole, teasing him slow.

But just as I started to push, I saw Brad fumbling with his phone.

Click. Click.

He was trying to film.

Still holding his legs up with one arm, cock leaking across his abs, the phone was slipping in his grip. His face twisted with frustration.

“Bro, the angle’s not coming good,” he muttered, adjusting the phone, trying to tilt it down toward his ass. “Fuck, it just shows my thighs.”

I pulled back, laughing softly under my breath. “Give me that.” I reached out, took the phone from his hand and started filming. One hand on his phone. The other wrapping around the base of my cock.

I hit record. “Let’s do it right this time,” I muttered.

I moved in slow, camera steady in my left hand. My right hand guided my cock back to his hole, glistening and open for me.

Pressed the tip to him.

Paused.

Filming every second.

Slide in…

His hole stretched around me perfectly. I groaned low, breath hot. The screen showed everything: the slick stretch, the head of my cock disappearing into his ass, his thighs shaking, abs flexing.

Brad moaned, voice ragged. “That’s it… holy shit, bro, that’s the fucking shot.”

I stayed steady, the camera locked in my grip, catching everything....the way my cock slowly disappeared into him, the soft twitch of his hole around the shaft, the sound of his breath catching with every inch I gave him.

In…

Deeper…

His legs trembled on either side of me, and I felt him trying not to moan too loud.

“Fuck, bro,” he breathed. “You feel......shit, it’s so good.”

I angled the phone downward, letting it catch the full view, my cock halfway buried in his ass, glistening with lube, his cheeks pulled apart, pink and stretched, his whole body giving in.

I pumped in a little more.

In…

He twitched again. I saw his abs tighten, his cock bobbing with every slow thrust.

“Look at that,” I muttered, half to myself, eyes flicking between the screen and his body in real time. “That’s art, bro.”

I pulled out a few inches.

Out…

Then shoved back in hard.

Brad groaned deep. “Fuck....dude, that’s the shot. Don’t stop filming.”

“I’m not,” I said, voice low. “You look so good taking dick, man.”

I angled the phone in closer, zooming just slightly to capture the detail, my cock gliding in and out of him, slow strokes, slick and steady. His hole clenching with every move. My free hand slid up his thigh, squeezing his quad, feeling the muscle shake under my fingers.

“Bro…” Brad said, eyes fluttering. “This is so fucked… but I’m so fucking hard.”

“You’re not the only one,” I growled.

I picked up the pace, still holding the phone steady, still filming. Each thrust made his hole open easier, take more. He moaned again, louder this time, back arching slightly off the bed as my cock pushed deeper.

I slid my hand from his thigh to his waist, holding him still, fucking into him now with real rhythm.

His hole was swallowing me, hot and wet. The camera caught every messy detail. My cock was dripping at the base, spit and slick pooling down his crack.

“This is gonna go viral,” I muttered, panting a little.

“Bro,” Brad gasped, his hands gripping the sheets. "Keep going.”

His whole body was trembling under me. Muscles flexed. Back arched. Cock still rock hard, untouched, leaking onto his stomach.

Then he looked at me, eyes dark and wild, and said it... “You know what would be viral?”

He bit his lip, just a second, and dropped it.

“If you cum inside me.”

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