Fucking My Roommate for Views

My straight roommate brad asked me to tongue his hole, and I went for it... no hesitation. After deepthroating Brad like a pro, Cody slides down between his legs and starts licking, slow and wet, getting Brad moaning right away. With the camera rolling, Cody spits, swirls, and tongue-fucks Brad's hole like he's done it a hundred times. Brad keeps filming, stroking his cock, and finally admits that he can't cum without something in his ass. Cody just grins. Guess he knows what's coming next.

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

Brad said it like it was just a casual fact. Like he was telling me his favorite cheat meal or how much he could bench.

I looked up at him, tongue still wet, face buried between his cheeks. I blinked, stunned for a second. Not because I was shocked, more because I didn't think he'd admit that out loud.

Brad stared down at me, all flushed and cocky, holding his fat dick lazily in one hand, camera still in the other. "Yeah," he said, like he was explaining how to tie a shoe. "It's like... not optional for me anymore."

I swallowed, pulled back slightly so I could speak. "So you've... what? Used toys?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Sometimes toys. A strap-on with the chicks. But like..." He shifted his hips, presenting that slick hole to me again. "We don't need any toys when you have got that huge cock, Cody"

That last part made my dick twitch so hard it hurt.

I didn't even need to think. I reached back, wrapped my fingers around the base of my cock, and gave it a long, slow stroke. I was leaking all over the bed now. My balls were tight. Everything in me was heat.

"You want my fingers first?" I asked, voice low.

"Nah," Brad said, letting his legs fall open wider. "I want your tongue again... but, like... deeper."

He didn't have to say it twice.

I pushed his thighs back up, got on my knees, and lowered my mouth again. This time, I didn't start slow.

I dove in.

Slick.

Sloppy.

My tongue pushed past his rim in one wet stroke. I twisted it, fucked it in circles, flattening and curling and tasting every inch. Brad let out this loud, desperate moan that made my cock jerk.

"Fuuuck, bro... fuck yes..."

He was squirming now, one hand gripping the headboard, the other still filming. "This is... dude... holy shit..."

I grunted into him.

My nose was pressed into his hole. My spit was everywhere. I tongued him so hard I could feel the pressure build behind his thighs, his hips twitching with every breath.

Then he said it again, softer this time, like it was just for me. "Put something in me, bro..."

I froze, breathing heavy. "You mean my dick?"

He nodded fast. "Yeah."

I sat back on my heels, heart hammering. My dick looked angry at this point - red, swollen, leaking like a faucet. "You sure?" I asked.

Brad nodded again, biting his bottom lip. "Yeah, bro. Come on. Just the tip first."

I grabbed a bottle of lube from the drawer. He watched me coat myself, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. I crawled back between his legs, stroking my cock slowly, spreading the slick. Brad pulled his knees up, held them to his chest without me even needing to ask.

He was ready. "Slide it in..." he whispered.

I lined up, rubbing the head of my cock against his hole, teasing him slow.

But just as I started to push, I saw Brad fumbling with his phone.

Click. Click.

He was trying to film.

Still holding his legs up with one arm, cock leaking across his abs, the phone was slipping in his grip. His face twisted with frustration.

"Bro, the angle's not coming good," he muttered, adjusting the phone, trying to tilt it down toward his ass. "Fuck, it just shows my thighs."

I pulled back, laughing softly under my breath. "Give me that." I reached out, took the phone from his hand and started filming. One hand on his phone. The other wrapping around the base of my cock.

I hit record. "Let's do it right this time," I muttered.

I moved in slow, camera steady in my left hand. My right hand guided my cock back to his hole, glistening and open for me.

Pressed the tip to him.

Paused.

Filming every second.

Slide in...

His hole stretched around me perfectly. I groaned low, breath hot. The screen showed everything: the slick stretch, the head of my cock disappearing into his ass, his thighs shaking, abs flexing.

Brad moaned, voice ragged. "That's it... holy shit, bro, that's the fucking shot."

I stayed steady, the camera locked in my grip, catching everything.... the way my cock slowly disappeared into him, the soft twitch of his hole around the shaft, the sound of his breath catching with every inch I gave him.

In...

Deeper...

His legs trembled on either side of me, and I felt him trying not to moan too loud.

"Fuck, bro," he breathed. "You feel...... shit, it's so good."

I angled the phone downward, letting it catch the full view, my cock halfway buried in his ass, glistening with lube, his cheeks pulled apart, pink and stretched, his whole body giving in.

I pumped in a little more.

In...

He twitched again. I saw his abs tighten, his cock bobbing with every slow thrust.

"Look at that," I muttered, half to myself, eyes flicking between the screen and his body in real time. "That's art, bro."

I pulled out a few inches.

Out...

Then shoved back in hard.

Brad groaned deep. "Fuck.... dude, that's the shot. Don't stop filming."

"I'm not," I said, voice low. "You look so good taking dick, man."

I angled the phone in closer, zooming just slightly to capture the detail, my cock gliding in and out of him, slow strokes, slick and steady. His hole clenching with every move. My free hand slid up his thigh, squeezing his quad, feeling the muscle shake under my fingers.

"Bro..." Brad said, eyes fluttering. "This is so fucked... but I'm so fucking hard."

"You're not the only one," I growled.

I picked up the pace, still holding the phone steady, still filming. Each thrust made his hole open easier, take more. He moaned again, louder this time, back arching slightly off the bed as my cock pushed deeper.

I slid my hand from his thigh to his waist, holding him still, fucking into him now with real rhythm.

His hole was swallowing me, hot and wet. The camera caught every messy detail. My cock was dripping at the base, spit and slick pooling down his crack.

"This is gonna go viral," I muttered, panting a little.

"Bro," Brad gasped, his hands gripping the sheets. "Keep going."

His whole body was trembling under me. Muscles flexed. Back arched. Cock still rock hard, untouched, leaking onto his stomach.

Then he looked at me, eyes dark and wild, and said it... "You know what would be viral?"

He bit his lip, just a second, and dropped it.

"If you cum inside me."

"Finish inside me." Brad's voice cracked when he said it.... like he almost couldn't believe he was asking. But his eyes? Dead serious. Begging.

I froze for half a second, cock buried balls-deep in his ass, his hole squeezing around me like it was pulling me in deeper. "You sure bro?" I panted.

Brad didn't answer with words. He just locked his legs tighter around my waist and nodded.... fast, breathless, desperate.

That was all I needed. I adjusted the angle, phone still steady in my left hand. The screen was pure filth. His body trembling under me. My cock gliding in and out of his stretched hole, wet and swollen. Every slow thrust lit up the shot.

I leaned forward, fucking him harder now.

Deeper. Slick sounds, loud and wet, filling the room.

Brad's head fell back. "Fuuuck... Cody... make sure you capture the moment."

I was losing it. The pressure in my balls was insane. I felt every clench of him around me. I gripped his hip tight, the bed shaking with every thrust.

He was moaning nonstop now, shameless. "Bro... come on... fill me up.... do it..... just fucking do it.. Cody"

I leaned in, breath heavy, chest grazing his thighs as I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was hard as fuck. Hot. Slick. Leaking nonstop. The second my fingers closed around it, he twitched like a live wire.

I started stroking him slow at first, steady rhythm to match the deep grind of my cock inside him. Long pulls, my fist dragging over the head just right, spreading his precum everywhere. "Yeah," I muttered, fucking him deep and slow, hand working him tight. "This gonna make you cum, bro."

He let out this ragged moan... needy, loud, desperate. "Fuck, Cody... fuck..." His hips started bucking into my fist, trying to fuck back onto my dick at the same time. He didn't know what he needed more.

I watched his face the whole time, eyes fluttering, mouth open, jaw clenched, losing it. My cock slammed into him again, deep, hard, hitting his spot like a trigger. I could feel him start to shake.

"You like that?" I growled. "Getting fucked and stroked at the same time?"

"Bro..." he gasped. "Yes.... fuck yes... this is it. You're hitting the fucking spot..."

I tightened my grip on his cock, pumping him faster. His abs clenched, legs shaking, hole fluttering around my dick like he was already halfway there. I didn't let up. I kept pounding into him, rough now, my hand jerking his cock like I owned it. Brad's voice broke into these helpless, stuttering moans.... his body couldn't decide what to focus on anymore.

Then it happened.

His whole body locked up, every muscle tight. His head kicked back, thighs shaking, back arching up off the bed. He came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot up his chest, streaking across his abs and up toward his neck. Some hit my hand, still stroking him through it. The rest dripped down over his stomach, leaking into the sweat pooling in the dips between his muscles. He was a mess. Breathing like he just ran five miles. Hole still clenching around my cock.

That did something to me.. My abs clenched. I growled through my teeth. "Fuck.... fuck... Brad... I'm gonna"

I shoved in one final time, as deep as I could go and exploded.

Hot. So fucking hot.

I came hard, cock throbbing deep in his ass, filling him shot after shot. His hole pulsed around me, milking every drop. My body trembled. I felt it leave me, thick and messy, flooding him until I couldn't breathe.

"Fuuuck," I groaned, eyes rolling back.

The phone was still recording. I angled it down, barely able to hold steady, filming the way my cock twitched inside him. My cum already starting to ooze out around the base. It was dripping down his crack, pooling under his ass on the sheets mixed with his cum from earlier..

Brad's chest was rising fast. He blinked up at me, fucked-out and flushed.

"Holy... shit," he whispered.

I pulled back slowly.

My cock slipped out with a wet sound, and a thick string of cum followed, sliding down his hole, glistening under the light.

The camera caught all of it. Zoomed in.

Absolute porn.

Brad groaned and let his legs fall open. "Bro," he said, staring down at the mess. "You gotta clean this up. The sheets. My dick. My abs. Everything."

I laughed, breathless, tossing the phone to the side. I dropped to the bed beside him, my body still pulsing from the orgasm.

I looked over at him, his thighs shiny with slick, his cock half-hard and twitching, my load still leaking out of him and thought: If cleaning means I get to make more content like this with Brad... hell yes.

I reached out, dragged a finger slowly down the center of his ass, tracing the slick mess I'd left behind. It slid right through the curve of his hole, still stretched and puffy, leaking my cum like he was made for it. I leaned forward and licked the dripping cum from his abs.

Brad twitched.

"Bro," he muttered, breath shaky.

I brought my finger to my mouth. Licked it clean.

His eyes widened. "Fuck, bro... you are crazy."

I smirked, wiped my hand on the edge of the sheet, then leaned back. "Just helping with clean-up."

He let out a broken laugh and flopped onto his back, cock bobbing as he grabbed his phone from my hand.

Brad laid there, naked and wrecked, scrolling through the videos with one hand, cock resting on his stomach, fingers casually sticky from all the mess.

"Fuck, this one looks good," he muttered, tapping a clip. "That angle's insane."

I bent over, picking up my underwear from the floor and stepping back into them. "You think it came out good?"

Brad didn't even look up. "Dude... your mouth looks so good in this one." He tapped again. "Shit... I got a nice hole, huh?"

I laughed, pulling the waistband up. "Finally admitting it."

He grinned, locking eyes with me. "Can't deny the evidence, bro."

There was a pause. He scrolled a little more, then sat up slowly, face serious now.

"Cody," he said. "Be real with me."

I raised a brow. "Yeah?"

"This is insane," he said, phone still glowing in his hand. "But if this shit actually goes viral... we have to keep making more."

I looked at him. At the phone. At the bed, still soaked. At his wrecked body and flushed face.

Then I shrugged, casual. "I don't mind helping out, bro."

Brad stared at me a second.

Then smiled.