Filmed My Straight Bro in Jockstrap

Recap: Cody helps his straight roommate Brad film content for Brad's spicy account, featuring him in a tight jockstrap. Watching Brad confidently own the camera leaves Cody unexpectedly turned on. The shots look incredible, and Brad notices Cody's reaction. With a sly grin, Brad breaks the tension and asks, "Do you wanna be in the video?"

Brad 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?"

I didn't answer. My mouth was dry. My cock was rock hard in my sweats. And I couldn't stop looking at him. His body. The straps digging into his ass. The thick outline straining in that pouch like it was begging for space. "Sure, man," I said finally. "I'll help you out. No face though."

Brad grinned like that sealed the deal. "Yeah, yeah, Cody. Bro, totally. No face. Just start with your hand."

He looked me over, still standing there in that damn jock like a walking hard-on. "Touch wherever you want," he added. "I don't mind. As long as the content turns out good."

That did something to me.

I had my phone in one hand. My other hand was already moving. I ran it down his chest, slow, tracing the slope of his pec. Then over his abs. Cut. Perfect. Every ridge flexing under my palm. His whole body felt hot and hard, like it had been carved to be touched. I kept going lower, past the waistband, just until I was hovering over his jock again.

Click.

One photo. Just his body with my hand trailing down it.

My cock throbbed. I think I even started leaking right then. Just from touching him. From how casually he stood there and let me. Like it was no big deal. Like he knew exactly what it was doing to me.

"You good?" Brad asked, eyes still on mine.

I nodded. Swallowed.

"Wanna get something wild?" he added, already turning, showing off his ass again like it was part of the script. "Put your fingers under the strap."

"What?"

He didn't look back.

"C'mon, bro. Just slide 'em in under the band. My followers eat that shit up."

I moved closer. My fingers found the strap on his right cheek. Hesitated. Then slowly, I hooked under it. Tugged gently. His skin was warm. His ass lifted with the tension. It felt good. It felt wrong in the hottest possible way.

"That good?" I asked, voice shaky.

Brad smirked at the mirror. "That's perfect. Don't move."

He grabbed the phone from my hand, flipped the camera around. I didn't even realize he'd started recording again.

"Smile for the thumbnail," he joked.

I managed to lift the phone, aim it with one hand while the other stayed glued to his body, still under the strap. Brad posed, smirking over his shoulder like it was just another gym selfie.

Click.

Then he reached down and adjusted the front of his jock. "Okay now grab it."

I blinked. "Grab what?"

"My bulge, dude. Go on. Give it a squeeze. Make it look like you want it."

I hesitated. "Are you sure?"

Brad grinned. "Yeah, bro. Help your bro out."

I moved closer. My fingers hovered over the fabric. Hesitated. Then I slid them in under the waistband. Right into the pouch. Right against his skin.

Click. Another shot. My hand half inside his jock, touching cock.

His cock was warm. Thick. Pressing into my fingers. The fabric stretched tight around both of us. My whole body buzzed.

"Bro," Brad said, looking down, cock twitching in that tight pouch, "don't just keep your hand in there. Hold it."

I didn't even flinch. I gripped it.

Fully.

Click.

Another shot. My hand wrapped around Brad's cock inside his jock, the outline way more defined now. My fingers barely closed around it.

Brad looked at the screen, then smirked. "I got an idea," he said. "Here. Get yourself more comfortable."

I blinked.

He pointed down. "Get on the floor, bro. It'll be an amazing shot."

I didn't even hesitate. At this point, if he'd said "Bro, blow me for the content," I might've done it. Hell, a guy like Brad? I'd do anything he asked.

He took the phone from me while I dropped to my knees in front of him.

"Bro, put both your hands on the waistband," he said, aiming the camera down at me. "I'll take a video. Slowly take it off."

I nodded. My cock was throbbing in my sweats, leaking again. I slid my hand out from inside his pouch, the warmth still lingering on my fingers. Then I placed both hands on the waistband of his jock.

Deep breath.

And slowly..... so fucking slowly.... I started pulling it down.

The camera caught everything. Top POV. Brad's hard abs flexed above me. His hips didn't move. I peeled the fabric down, inch by inch, watching the pouch stretch before it gave up the fight.

Then I saw it.

Right in front of my face. Brad's cock. All of it. In its full, fucking glory.

He couldn't have been any harder. Thick, veiny, curved just slightly upward, like it was built to be shown off. And long. Long enough that if he slapped it against my face, it'd hurt. That kind of big. That kind of thick.

I just stared.

Brad looked down, voice low but steady. "Bro, grab it properly now. Right hand on my dick. Cup my balls with your left. It's gonna be an amazing shot."

I did exactly that.

My right hand wrapped around his cock, slow and firm. My left cupped his balls. Heavy. Warm. His skin was so soft, but his cock was steel-hard in my grip.

He groaned under his breath. Then added, "Now touch the tip with your thumb."

I raised my thumb and pressed it gently against the head.

And that's when I felt it.

A drop.

Warm. Wet. Right on my thumb.

Brad was leaking.

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, capturing 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'll 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 resting 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 pre-cum 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 collecting 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.