E7: Just Watching, Right? | Brad & Cody: Content Partners

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Recap: Brad’s old friend Jason was staying for the night, freshly heartbroken and way hotter than I was expecting. He crashed on our couch shirtless, slept through most of the day, and finally opened up over lunch. Told me his ex was hooking up with his brother. Fucked up, yeah. Somewhere between leftovers and sympathy, I told him Brad and I were filming a scene tonight. Jokingly asked if he wanted to watch. Jason didn’t laugh. He actually said yes. So now here we are.

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Brad adjusted the lights while I sat on the edge of the bed in just my briefs, scrolling through music options on my phone for something sexy but not cringe. Jason was in the corner of the room, on the little chair we usually threw laundry onto. Now it was cleared. For him.

He wore sweats and a black tank. Freshly showered. Arms folded. Trying to look casual. Not staring. Not not staring.

I glanced at him and smiled. “You okay?”

Jason nodded, a little stiff. “Yeah. Just… never done this before.”

Brad smirked as he adjusted the tripod. “What, watched two guys fuck live?”

Jason rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Kinda”

I laughed. “Just relax. Honestly, it’s not even that serious. Half the time we’re laughing in between takes.”

“Unless it’s a good day,” Brad added, stepping behind the camera. “And today feels like a good fucking day.”

He walked over and grabbed me by the waist, pulling me into a kiss. I kissed back easily, melting into it, my arms wrapping around his neck. We were always like this on camera, off camera. Messy, playful, sometimes filthy, but always us.

Brad pulled away and whispered, “I still can’t believe how good you took Cade Wolf last weekend.”

I grinned. “I’ve been sore since Saturday.”

Brad gave me a look. “Yeah? I wanna fuck you today.”

I blinked, a little surprised. “You do?”

He nodded. “Watching you bounce on Cade’s dick made me fucking hard, babe. Let me top you tonight.”

I kissed him again, slower this time. “I wouldn’t say no to that.”

Brad stepped back and peeled off his shirt, cock already half-hard in his underwear. I leaned back onto the bed, tossing my phone aside. Jason hadn’t moved, but I could see his hand slowly resting on his thigh, close to the bulge on his sweats.

I turned to him. “You sure you just wanna watch?”

Jason cleared his throat. “Uhm I think so..”

Brad raised an eyebrow at me but didn’t say anything. He just dropped his underwear and climbed onto the bed, straddling my hips.

The camera beeped: recording.

Brad kissed down my chest, then flipped me over effortlessly. My ass was up now, knees wide, and I could hear the lube being popped open behind me. I turned my head just enough to see Jason. He was leaning forward slightly, hand moving faster.

Brad lined up and pushed in, slow but deep. I groaned.

“Fuck, baby,” I gasped. “You’re already so hard.”

He grabbed my hips and started to move, firm, deep thrusts that made the bed creak. Every snap of his hips shoved my body forward, but he held me tight, panting already.

Behind us, Jason’s voice broke in, low and rough: “Fuck. Yeah. Just like that. Keep going.”

Brad didn’t even look back. “You like watching us, huh?”

Jason didn’t hesitate. “That’s so fucking hot. Don’t stop.”

Brad picked up the pace, hips slapping against my ass. I moaned louder, biting into the pillow.

“You hear him?” Brad said, breathless. “He’s basically directing us.”

Jason groaned. “Fuck, man. Angle his hips up more. Let me see you slam into him.”

Brad laughed, sweat already dripping down his chest. “You’re giving a lot of feedback for someone who’s just watching.”

Jason didn’t miss a beat. “Can’t help it. You guys are insane.”

Brad's thrust got harder, making me jolt forward on the bed.

“Ugh...fuck...Brad,” I gasped. “That’s it. Right there.”

“Tell me if you want me to go slow,” Brad said, voice hot against my ear.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hissed.

Jason again: “Shit. Fuck. I’d kill to be in between you two right now.”

That made Brad pause for half a second. He looked over his shoulder. “Then stop sitting over there.”

Jason froze. “Damn. Really?”

I turned my head and smiled at him. “Yeah, bro. We don’t bite. Unless you want us to.”

There was a moment of silence. Just heavy breathing and slick skin.

Then Jason stood up. He stripped off his tank top, sweats and underwear one after the other, dick hard and leaking from watching Brad fuck me. He walked slowly towards the bed. His eyes were dark, mouth slightly open like he couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Still want to watch?” Brad teased.

Jason climbed up onto the bed. “Fuck that. I wanna feel it.”

Brad backed off me, and Jason knelt behind him. “Switch with me?” he asked Brad.

Brad nodded, already hard again, his cock slick and wet.

Jason lined up behind me, but Brad grabbed his arm. “Nah. You’re not fucking him today.”

Jason raised an eyebrow.

Brad smirked. “You’re gonna ride me instead. Reverse cowgirl. That’s the price of admission.”

Jason didn’t argue. He moved like a man possessed, straddling Brad, facing away, slowly sinking his ass down onto Brad’s cock with a deep groan.

“Fuck...” Jason moaned, hands braced on Brad’s thighs. “Shit. That’s fucking huge.”

Brad grabbed his waist. “Take it, lover boy.”

I got on my knees in front of Jason, watching his face as Brad's dick vanished inside his hole. Then I leaned in and kissed his stomach, slowly trailing up to his chest.

“You feeling good?” I asked, breath warm against his neck.

He nodded, mouth open. “Yeah. Yeah. Fuck. He is huge”

I stroked his cock, teasing the tip, then leaned in and sucked it deep.

Jason moaned so loud the bed shook.

“Shit....Cody.. aah....fuck.”

His hips rocked back on Brad's dick, then forward into my mouth feeding his cock. A perfect rhythm. I looked up and saw his eyes fluttering shut, mouth hanging open.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Brad’s hands gripped Jason’s hips like he owned them, fingers digging into the muscle as he fucked up into him from below, hard and steady. Jason gasped each time Brad bottomed out, his thighs trembling from the pressure, his back arched in this perfect curve that made every angle more desperate. His skin was flushed, sweat slicking down his spine, glistening under the camera lights.

The bed was a goddamn symphony of chaos; springs whining, headboard tapping against the wall, wood frame groaning like it was one thrust away from giving out. But none of us cared. Jason was riding Brad like he was starving for it, body bouncing with every upward thrust. His hands braced on Brad’s thighs for balance, but he was losing it, legs shaking, moaning so loud it felt like he’d forgotten we were filming.

I stayed on my knees in front of him, watching the way his abs tensed, the way his cock slapped against his stomach with every bounce. I leaned forward again, licking up the length, tasting salt and precum, messy and hot. He whimpered.

“Fuck,” Jason choked out. “You’re both...this is...fuck.. intense.”

He was grinding down hard now, chasing every inch of Brad’s cock, while I stroked him again, my hand tight around the base. I pressed a kiss to his hip, let my tongue flick over the head again.

Brad growled under him, voice thick. “Ride it, boy. Show us how bad you need it.”

Jason let out this broken noise, half-laugh, half-moan, and started moving faster, body slapping down onto Brad’s over and over. The sound of skin on skin, the wet glide of spit, the raw, frenzied breath between us...it filled the room.

It was wild. Unbelievably hot. And we were just getting started.


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