Blowjob Countdown Game with Brad

Cody finally wrapped his lips around the tip of his straight gym bro Brad's cock and let it rest in his mouth, just holding it there, wet and warm. Brad didn't freak out like Cody thought he might..... instead, he just said they'd need to shoot it again because Cody's face was in the video. Brad started taking pictures while slowly sliding his cock deeper and deeper into Cody's mouth, each time smoother, wetter, and more intense. Cody took it all like a pro, no gag, no hesitation. Now Brad's got a new idea... something called the countdown game. And he's leading Cody to the bedroom to show him exactly what it means.

We were in the bedroom now. Brad stood over me like he owned the place, shoulders loose, cock already thick in his hand. Still slick from my spit, still twitching like it hadn't had enough. His phone was aimed down at me again, camera rolling. "Alright Cody," he said, voice low and rough. "Here's how the countdown game works."

He brought the tip of his cock right to my bottom lip. It smeared a fresh layer of precum across my skin. I could taste it before I even opened my mouth.

"You start with just the tip. I count one. You suck it once. Pull off. Then two, you take me a little deeper, stroke it twice with your mouth. Then three. Four. Keep going. But the second you stop or mess up, we go back to one."

I smirked up at him. "Sounds easy."

He grinned. "We'll see."

The tip pushed against my lip again, soft but insistent.

"Let's see how far you get before you choke."

I opened my mouth.

"One," he said.

I wrapped my lips around just the head, gave it a slow suck, let it pop out of my mouth with a little sound. Easy.

Two

Back in. A little deeper this time. My tongue slid flat under him, my lips tight. I stroked him with my mouth twice, pulled off, letting my chin stay wet.

Three

I took him in again, his cock brushing the roof of my mouth on every stroke. I moved slow, precise. Three smooth bobs, then out again. My jaw already loosening up. He groaned.

"You're good at this," he muttered, brushing his fingers through my hair.

Four

I pushed deeper, took four slow strokes, teasing him with the swirl of my tongue under his shaft. His breath was starting to get heavier. My spit was all over my mouth, running down my chin.

Five

I opened up more. Letting him guide his cock in until my lips were halfway down. Five strokes now, wetter, slower, dragging my mouth along every inch I could take. When I pulled off, a string of spit clung to the head of his cock like a thread of silk.

"Jesus, Cody..."

Six

No hesitation. I took him deeper. Six bobs, smoother, quicker. I felt the stretch in my throat on the fifth, but I didn't pull back. I stayed steady. My mouth was molded to him by now. Every time I slid down, I felt him pulse.

He laughed, breathless. "Fuck. Seven."

I moved faster. My mouth opened wide, taking him until my nose nearly hit his skin. I could feel the shape of him against the back of my throat. I stroked him with everything I had. He started twitching, and I had just hit the seventh stroke when he groaned. "Wait. Stay there."

I froze. His cock deep in my throat, not an inch left.

He grabbed his phone, aimed down.

Click.

"Fuck. That's a beautiful shot."

I laughed around him. He pulled back, slow, deliberate. His cock came out coated, glistening, a long string of spit and pre dripping from my lips to his tip.

He grinned. "Uh oh. You lost."

I wiped my mouth, still catching my breath. "Dude, you literally told me to stop."

He shrugged. "If you stop, you lose. My cock, my rules."

I raised an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

"I know you want to keep playing. Get back at it, Cody."

"One." Just the tip, a quick flick of my tongue.

"Two." Two strokes, clean and practiced now. My mouth already used to the rhythm.

"Three." Deeper. He was getting harder again. My spit dripping from his tip as I pulled off.

Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight.

He pulled back again, his cock wet and gleaming like glass. I sat there, breathing heavy, mouth open, spit trailing down my chin to my chest. My jaw ached. My throat throbbed. And still, my hand kept stroking him slow.

"Your throat is fucking unbelievable," Brad muttered, voice thick. "And that tongue? Magic, bro. Straight-up magic."

I smirked up at him. "Told you. No gag reflex."

He grinned, looking down at me like he could already see the next move. "I've got an idea."

I kept stroking, lips curled, teasing. "Yeah?"

He bit his bottom lip. His cock twitched in my grip. "You're doing such a good job, but..." He leaned in slightly, his voice dropping lower. "I kinda need some tongue up my ass too... if I'm gonna cum."

My hand froze. I blinked, still on my knees, still soaked in spit, jaw sore, cock rock-hard just from blowing him. But that? That hit different.

He didn't flinch. Just looked down at me, all bold and unbothered. Like he was daring me. Then he added, grinning, "Bro, I'm sure these horndogs on my online page would lose their shit if they saw your tongue up my ass."

Hell, I thought he'd never ask.

And honestly, as someone who's played on both sides, I got it now. I got Brad. The hunger. The tease. The thrill of turning something wild into content. It wasn't just about getting off, it was about how far we could push it, how raw we could make it feel.

My straight gym bro Brad had just asked me to put my tongue up his ass. I didn't even hesitate.

He grinned down at me, cock still slick and standing proud. "Imagine a close-up of your tongue on my ass..." His voice was low, rough with anticipation. "These horndogs are gonna lose their shit."

I looked up at him, lips still wet from sucking him. "You sure? The video gonna come out good?"

"Yeah, bro," he said, already holding his phone in one hand. "Trust me, let's do a better angle.."

He got up from the edge of the bed and slid back until his head was resting against the headboard, legs splayed out, his thick cock resting heavy against his stomach. He watched me start to crawl up and stopped me with a grin.

"Bro, get comfortable. Take your clothes off."

I stripped down slowly, and as my briefs hit the floor, my cock stood up hard and flushed. Brad's eyes locked on it immediately.

"Brooo..." he laughed, not even trying to hide his reaction. "Fuck, if only you'd let me shoot you too... You got a great cock, man."

I chuckled, shy but turned on as hell, and climbed up onto the bed, easing between his legs. My mouth was already craving more. But still, something about it made me hesitate.

"I don't know, man... I don't feel confident."

"It's chill," he said, voice softer now. "No pressure. Come closer."

I lowered myself between his legs, lying flat on my stomach. His thighs were thick beside my head, warm, flexing just slightly as I adjusted. My face was level with his cock again, and without a second thought, I opened wide and took him deep.

Brad groaned like I'd just punched the air out of his lungs. "Shit! One-shot deepthroat?"

His cock hit the back of my throat and stayed there. I swallowed around it, let it throb against my tongue, and pulled back only to sink again.

"Fuck, this position's clearly more comfortable for you," he muttered. "You should've told me before, we'd have switched way early."

I didn't answer. My mouth was too busy working his cock, slick and practiced. My hands slipped under his thighs, lifting them a bit, until his legs were resting over my back. My throat moved with every slow drag of his length.

"Bro," he said breathlessly, "my quads look so fucking big..."

Click. Click.

He took a picture right then... his massive legs resting on my back, my face buried between them, throat full of cock.

I pulled off with a wet gasp, a thick string of spit stretching from my lips to his tip. Then I dragged my tongue down the underside of his shaft, licking slow, tracing the vein until I reached his balls. They were heavy and soaked in spit, twitching with every breath.

I didn't stop.

My tongue dipped lower, teasing the space between his balls and the start of his ass.

He hissed through his teeth, legs twitching. "Bro, I can literally feel your saliva in my ass."

Drip...

Drip...

Slide...

The spit ran down his taint, slicking him up.

I adjusted his legs again, pulling him toward me until his ass was tilted just right, his hole closer to my mouth. I grabbed the backs of his thighs, raising them a bit higher.

"Let me click the first touch, bro," he muttered. "I can give it a good caption. Like, 'My roommate's tongue touches my ass for the first time.' Shit like that gets clicks."

I held still, my tongue hovering just a breath away from his entrance.

Click.

Click.

"Go in," he whispered.

I flicked my tongue right against his hole, just a quick tease -- a warm, wet stroke that made him groan out loud.

"Aaahh... fuck bro..."

I licked again, longer this time, swirling the tip around his rim. He arched slightly, pushing toward it, already craving more. I pushed in gently, let my tongue slide inside, and started to swirl, tasting him.

Brad was filming the whole thing, angling the camera just right to catch his ass and my tongue. "Yeah bro," he whispered, eyes locked on the screen. "That's the sweet spot..."

I got bolder. I pressed in deeper, letting my face bury itself between his cheeks, tongue exploring, spit dripping. Then I rubbed my nose in the center, nuzzling him like a dog in heat, before shaking my head hard, fast and dirty, making a loud brrrrrrrrrmmmmmhhh sound right into his hole.

"Fuuuuck bro!" Brad groaned. "I'm gonna keep the sound on when I upload this."

I didn't stop. I kept going, tongue fucking him hard now, slipping in and out, swirling, pressing, tracing every soft twitch of his opening. My hands gripped his thighs tight as I kept him right where I wanted him. My own cock was throbbing against the mattress, leaking onto the sheets from nothing but the taste of him.

His breath was ragged, his body hot and twitching. I could hear the slick sounds of my tongue working inside him, the occasional hitch in his voice when I hit just the right angle.

Then he let out a deep groan, like it came from his chest. His hand lowered, stroking his cock lazily while I tongued his hole like I was starving for it.

He gasped again. "Bro... you know..."

I slowed just enough to hear him.

"... Actually, I can't properly cum until there's something up my ass."