Recap: Cody agrees to help his straight roommate Brad film spicy content for Twitter… but things go way further than he expected. What starts as a few shirtless shots turns into Cody tracing his hand down Brad’s abs, slipping under the jockstrap, and eventually getting on his knees. Brad, confident and hard, keeps pushing the boundary for the “perfect shot”…until Cody finds himself face-to-face with Brad’s cock, holding it, cupping his balls, and feeling a drop of precum hit his thumb.
Brad’s still calling it “just content.” But Cody’s not sure he believes him anymore.
My thumb was on the head of Brad’s cock. Just a light touch. But enough.
That’s when I felt it.
A drop.
Warm…
Wet…
Slippery…
Brad was leaking in my hand.
He looked down, chest rising a little faster. “Damn,” he said with a grin, “all this content-making got me leaking already.” No apology. No shame. Just proud.
I rubbed my thumb in a circle. Slowly. The slick precum spread under my touch, then slid down my thumb in a thin strand.
Brad’s hips jerked forward just slightly. His breath hitched. “Bro,” he muttered, voice thicker now. “That angle’s so good. Keep doing that.”
He raised the phone and hit record. Aiming straight down, he captured his thick cock in my hand, the shine at the tip, the way my thumb moved in slow circles with strands of his precum dripping down my thumb.
“This is gold,” he whispered. “They’re gonna lose it.”
I should’ve been embarrassed. I should’ve stopped. But I didn’t. Because right then, I didn’t want to stop. My cock was pressing hard inside my trunks, aching against the fabric. I could feel the wet spot growing…yeah, I was leaking too. Just from touching him. From the way he stood there, proud and hard, letting me handle his dick like it was mine to play with. ‘All for the content, bro.’
His skin was so warm under my fingers. The way his shaft twitched every time I circled my thumb over the head, it was driving both of us insane.
Brad just kept recording, breathing a little heavier, the tension building between us like we both knew this wasn’t just for content anymore.
Then he said it. “Bro, I got an idea.”
I looked up at him, thumb still slow on his tip. “Oh yeah? What kinda idea?”
He smirked. “You down?”
I gave a little shrug, lips dry. “Might as well be. Tell me what mischief you’ve got planned now.”
Brad stepped back just an inch, still aiming the camera. “Okay, trust me on this one. Get lower. Like, just under my cock.”
I blinked. “Under?”
“Yeah.” His voice was steady. Confident. “Face right there. Just below. I thought of a picture that’s gonna go viral, bro.”
He was serious. He always was when it came to content. But there was something else in his voice this time too. Hunger.
So I moved. Lowered myself on my knees until his cock was hovering just above my face. I could smell him now—clean sweat, skin, something heavier. My tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth like it knew what was coming.
“Like this?” I asked, tilting my chin up, breathing against his balls.
“Yeah,” he said, adjusting the angle. “Perfect.”
Then he added, “Put your tongue out.”
I paused. That single drop on the tip of his cock was swelling again. So close. Inches. It’d take nothing for it to fall.
“You sure people will like it?” I asked, staring at it. Watching it glisten.
“This’ll blow up,” Brad whispered. “Trust me.”
This was the best thing that could’ve happened. I was face-to-cock with Brad. Inches away from tasting what was driving me wild since the moment he walked out of that bathroom in his jock. And now? Now he wanted me to take my tongue out?
So I did. My lips parted. Tongue out. Just a little. Just enough.
Brad angled the phone. Breathed out. “Stay right there.”
And then it happened…
Drip…
Drip…
It landed. Warm strands of Brad’s precum. Right on the middle of my tongue.
I had my tongue out, just holding it there, badly wanting to pull it back in. To finally swallow and feel it coat my taste buds. But I didn’t.
I didn’t want Brad to know how much I was loving it. So I stayed like that. Tongue out. Frozen. The drop of his precum rested right in the center while my mouth started salivating like crazy. Literally. My lips were wet. My throat clenched like I’d been starving for it.
And then…
All of a sudden, with the phone still recording in his hand, Brad lowered himself slightly. He grabbed his cock at the base. Slowly. Casually. Like this was just another pose. Another shot.
Then he did it.
He placed the head of his cock right on my tongue. Right where the drop had landed. And slapped it. Soft. Just once.
Then again.
And again.
The first touch drove me insane. Each time his cock landed on my tongue, I heard it. Felt it. The soft, wet tap of his cock smacking against my tongue. His precum made it slick, sloppy, hot in a way I never knew I needed. Every time it hit, it left more of his precum behind. The tip of his cock slid across my tongue like it belonged there. Like this was just what bros did now, slapping dick on each other’s tongues while the camera rolled.
I had my tongue out, barely breathing, and all I could think about was how bad I wanted to wrap my mouth around his tip. To pull him in and finally fucking taste it. To swallow and feel it slide down my throat. But I didn’t. I didn’t move. I didn’t want Brad to know how much I was loving it. How crazy it was driving me.
So I stayed. Tongue out, letting Brad do his thing. Drops of his precum collected in the center, warm and thick, like I was catching rain from his cock. I started salivating even more than before. It was pooling in my mouth, mixing with his slick, and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. My whole body was buzzing. My cock was rock hard, pinned inside my sweats, pulsing with every tap of his.
I twitched.
“Cody,” Brad said, his voice all breath and adrenaline. “Bro. Fuck. This is crazy. If I go viral, it’ll be because of you.”
He kept slapping.
My tongue couldn’t take it much longer.
Then he paused again. Rested the tip of his cock right in the center of my tongue. Just held it there. Heavy and soaked. It didn’t move, and neither did I. I just felt it. The weight. The heat. The pulse.
That was my chance.
I didn’t even think. I didn’t ask. I tilted my head slightly, slid my tongue just a little beneath the head, moved an inch forward, angled myself perfectly and then I did it.
I wrapped my upper lip right on top of Brad’s cock’s tip.
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 moved 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 was 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.
