E21 | The Straight Gym Bro Brad Who Lets Me Crash at His Place

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

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Brad had just finished filming a solo video where I talked him through it from behind the camera, whispering all the filth I knew would get him off. After he came, I tossed him a towel but he just smirked and said, “You really think I’m gonna wipe my cum with a towel?” Like that was the most ridiculous idea ever.

His thick pecs flexing with every breath.

Sweat clung to his skin, mixing with the mess he’d made. His nipples looked tight, flushed, glistening in the light. And the cum? It was everywhere. And I mean everywhere.

Trust me when I say, he’d painted himself. It was splattered across his abs, thick between the ridges, a little dripping toward his navel. Some of it had pooled at the base of his cock, the rest trailing down his thigh in shiny, slow lines. I could see where it clung to the soft insides of his legs, that tender space no camera angle ever fully catches, but this one was personal. This one was for us. Perhaps just for me.

It was warm. Still fresh. Like it was made just for me.

I set the towel down, got on my knees beside him on the couch, and didn’t even ask. Just leaned forward and gave his lower abs a slow, deliberate lick. My tongue dragged through the thick white puddle, and I tasted him fully.

Not salty. I blinked, surprised.

“Dude,” I said, sitting back slightly, my tongue still wet. “Your cum tastes sweeter.”

Brad let out a breathy laugh. “Figured I’d get you addicted eventually. Pretty sure the whole pineapple diet’s finally kicking in.”

I smirked, leaning back down. “Consider this your taste test.”

He grinned. “Fuck yes, Cody. Late night snack.”

I went back in.
This time slower. My tongue pressed flat to his skin, warm and wet, catching every drop along his abs. The texture of it slid along the roof of my mouth, sticky but smooth, and I made sure to keep my mouth just parted enough for the camera. Let them see what they paid for. The way my lips shined, the way my tongue moved. The way I swallowed.

Brad’s breath hitched.

“Uh...fuck...”

Yeah. He was still sensitive.


I licked across his stomach again, letting the flat of my tongue smear the leftover streaks before I closed my lips around one spot and sucked gently.

He gasped. His thigh jumped under my hand.

I grinned against his skin. “Still tender, huh?”

He nodded, dazed. “Uh-huh... jesus.”

I moved lower, toward where it had dripped onto his thigh. His leg parted for me automatically, letting me between them. The inside of his thighs were warm, smooth, muscled. I kissed just above his knee, then let my tongue trace a thick drop of cum trailing upward.

It stuck to my tongue, thick and messy, and I moaned softly as I took it into my mouth.

“Mmm...”

“Damn,” Brad muttered, voice shaky. “You’re really going for it.”

I looked up at him, cum still glistening on my lip. “You started this.”

He smirked, but he didn’t say anything back. Just let me keep going.

I worked my way up one thigh, then the other, licking slowly, letting the camera catch my tongue dragging along the curves of his legs, up toward the crease where his thigh met his groin. My hand rested on his hip now, fingers gripping that soft line above his pelvis, the V-cut slick with sweat and cum.

Somewhere between his moans and the wet sounds of my tongue, I caught myself thinking about something else.

I didn’t even notice when I stopped hiding behind the mask.

Back when we started this whole thing, I used to keep my face off camera. I didn’t want anyone knowing. But that changed. It changed fast. The first time I showed my face in a video, the comments blew up...fans calling me cute, hot, saying shit like “Brad and Cody XXX is the best thing that’s ever happened to porn.” And I guess I just... leaned into it. The mask disappeared. My face was part of the brand now.

I didn’t care anymore.

I kissed the base of his cock. Not to get him hard again. Just because it felt right. Then I moved up, cleaning the trails of cum off his lower stomach, one slow swirl of my tongue at a time. I could feel how slick it was under me, how my lips made soft wet noises every time I sucked a drop clean.

“Fuck,” Brad whispered. “That’s hot. Like... too hot.”

“Fuck yeah,” I muttered, licking again, higher now.

There was one thick splatter just under his pec, like it had landed while he’d been jerking off and bounced. I leaned up, tongue out, and licked it clean in one long, slow stroke. His nipple twitched beside my mouth.

Then I saw it.

A little drop near his collarbone. Just under his neck, nestled in that warm hollow where his skin was flushed.

I paused.

This close, I could feel his breath.

His chest was rising, steady but deep. His hand was resting near his side, not moving. His eyes were on me now. Really on me.

I leaned up, slower than before.

My tongue met the cum there...warm, nearly dried and I licked it gently, tracing the edge of it before sliding the whole thing into my mouth. My face was right over his now. Close. Closer than we’d ever been.

He shivered.

I swallowed.

Then I realized... we’d never actually kissed before. We’d done everything else. Blown each other. Rimmed. Fucked. But we’d never really kissed.

Not once.

I hovered there, inches from his face, my lips slick, my breath warm against his cheek. Brad’s eyes flicked to mine. He wasn’t smirking now. He looked... something else.

“I think that’s the last drop,” I whispered.

“Yeah?” he asked, voice barely a murmur.

Our eyes met.

I could feel the tension, thick between us. It was different now. Not performative. Not for them. Just us. The camera was still rolling, but I wasn’t thinking about it. All I saw was him.

My lips were so close to his I could feel the warmth of his breath against mine. And for once, neither of us moved. We just looked at each other, like we both knew what this moment was but didn’t know who’d break it first.

Brad licked his lips once, slow.

Then just as I leaned in closer, the space between us charged with anticipation, every heartbeat pulling us closer to that moment. I thought to myself… was I finally going to kiss Brad?


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