I filmed my straight gym bro in just his jockstrap

Recap: Cody wakes up wrecked from the night before, only to find Brad in the kitchen acting way too casual. Turns out Brad knows Cody found his spicy Twitter and doesn’t seem to care. In fact, he’s amused. Maybe even flattered. And when Brad mentions a new jockstrap he’s supposed to model, he hits Cody with a bold offer: “Wanna help me shoot?”

Brad had said it so casually. Like we were talking about filming a TikTok and not a custom jockstrap video for horny strangers online.

"Wanna help me shoot some content?"

I could have laughed. I could have made a joke, called him a slut, walked away. But I didn’t. I said, “Sure,” like it was no big deal. Like I hadn’t just spent the entire night rock hard thinking about his dick straining inside red fabric.

No problem. Just a little filming. Totally chill.

Now he was standing in our shared bedroom, , the curtains slightly parted to let in a soft stream of natural light. Brad didn’t say a word, he just turned his back to me, slid his trunks down slow, and kicked them off without a glance.

He faced the mirror and bent slightly, reaching for the jockstrap on the dresser. His bare ass filled my vision. Broad and solid. Perfect round shape, the kind that looked sculpted. Every muscle shifted when he moved. The lighting caught the dip of his spine, the curve under each cheek. He didn’t even glance back at me. Just bent over and stepped into the straps like I wasn’t standing three feet away, rock hard.

The blue fabric stretched as he pulled it up. Snug and unforgiving. The back straps slid under each cheek and pulled everything up. Tight. Full. My eyes locked on the way his ass sat inside the jock. High. Thick. Like he wanted me to look. Wanted me to get hard.

I was already there.

Brad adjusted the front pouch with a casual palm. The jock cupped his bulge perfectly. Thick shape pressing forward, the fabric just sheer enough to hint at the shape beneath. I saw the outline shift when he moved. The head of his cock nudged the pouch like it needed space.

“Start recording?” he asked, still not looking at me.

“Yeah. Got it.”

“Make sure it’s angled a little lower,” he said without looking at me.

My hands moved automatically. Adjusting the tilt. Lining him up in the frame. Trying not to look as flustered as I felt.

I tried to focus on the phone. But he was in the frame. Shirtless. Jockstrapped. Facing the mirror. Arms flexed slightly at his sides. He squatted once, slow and deep. His thighs stretched. The fabric tightened around his ass, digging in just enough to frame it. Then he stood again, glancing at the mirror, adjusting his waistband like it wasn’t doing something to me.

“Steven likes squats,” Brad said. “And ass shots. Said I’ve got the build for it.”

He wasn’t wrong.

He squatted again, slower this time. Feet planted. Back straight. His ass pushed back toward the camera. Toward me. The straps slid along his skin, tightening around the base of each cheek. It looked obscene. Way too good. My cock throbbed in my sweats.

“You’re quiet,” Brad said, catching my eyes in the mirror.

I coughed. “Just making sure it’s all framed right.”

He smirked. “You wanna direct?”

My chest tightened.

Brad turned slightly, showing off more side angle. His abs caught the light. His bulge swelled slightly inside the pouch, just enough to notice. He ran a hand over his stomach, then lower. Palmed himself again. Not subtle. Not for the camera. For me.

“Tell me what to do,” he said.

“What?”

“You’re the one filming. Might as well help me get the good stuff. What do you want me to do?”

I opened my mouth. Closed it. My cock twitched again, harder now. I shifted on my feet, trying to hide it.

Brad noticed.

He reached down again, slower this time, and cupped himself. The jock bulged in his grip. He gave it a light squeeze, then rolled his hips once. My mouth went dry.

“Grab the waistband,” I said. “Pull it up a little.”

He did. The pouch tightened around his bulge. I saw it pulse.

“More?” he asked, teasing.

I nodded.

He adjusted the straps behind him too, sliding his thumbs under the bands and pulling them up, lifting his ass even higher. Every muscle in his legs flexed.

“Now turn,” I said.

He did, slow and deliberate, until he was facing the camera. The pouch was thicker now. The head of his cock clearly pushing forward. He looked down at himself and laughed softly.

“Getting a little worked up,” he said.

I didn’t answer.

Brad looked at me over the phone. Then down at my waistband. “Damn,” he said. “You’re really staring.”

I tried to shift again. “Sorry.”

He stepped closer. Not all the way, just enough to break the space between us. The phone was still in my hands. His bulge was inches from my chest.

“If you’re gonna stare that hard,” he said with a grin, “you might as well hold it for me.”

My breath caught.

“What?”

His eyes didn’t blink. “I’m kidding,” he said. Then he smirked. “Unless you’re not.”

The tension buzzed. My cock pulsed again, harder than before. It felt like my whole body was flushed, humming, aching for something I didn’t know how to ask for.

Brad leaned closer to the mirror again. Flexed one bicep. Did another squat. This time he groaned just a little on the way up.

“This one’s for Steven,” he said under his breath.

I just stood there. Holding the phone. Stiff. Throbbing. Watching every second like I was addicted to it.

Brad turned and stepped closer, slow and sure like he already knew the answer. The jockstrap clung tight to him, straps framing his ass, pouch stretched around the thick outline of his cock. He looked down at himself, then up at me... eyes flicking to the bulge in my sweats, the way I was breathing, the way I couldn’t stop looking. He smirked like he was proud of it. Proud of what he was doing to me.

“You know, Cody,” he said, voice low, teasing, “my followers would lose it if they saw another guy’s hand on me. Bet it’d make the content way better.”

Then he nodded toward the phone in my hand and took one last step closer.

His voice dropped even lower. “You ever thought about being in one? Wanna help me make my content better?”

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