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E22 | The Straight Gym Bro Brad Who Lets Me Crash at His Place New
🕑 Added 2025-06-05 23:30:02 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
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There was cum on his chest. On his thighs. Across his abs in thick, glossy streaks. I licked it off one slow stroke at a time, letting the camera catch everything. The taste was warm, sweeter than I expected. Brad laughed and said maybe all those pineapples were paying off. Then I reached the drop near his neck. Licked it clean. Paused. Our eyes met. And suddenly, we were face to face. Inches apart. Breathing each other in. And I realized we’d never kissed. Not once.Brad licked his lips once. Slow. His mouth was barely moving, but his eyes said everything. I was leaning in, drawn like gravity, and for the first time since we started hooking up, it felt like something might actually shift.
We’d done every filthy thing imaginable to each other. And I mean everything. I’d gagged on his cock till tears ran down my face. He’d tongue-fucked me so deep I couldn’t speak the next morning. We’d flip-fucked, filmed fake scenes, done the dumb jock tutor roleplay. And yet, somehow, this moment...our mouths just barely apart, felt more dangerous than any of it.
Because we’d never made out. Never even kissed like that.
And it wasn’t like I hadn’t thought about it.
I was supposed to just be crashing at his place while I looked for a new apartment. That was the plan. But it’s been over a month and most of my clothes live in his drawers now. My toothbrush has its own spot. I know which cabinet has his protein powder, and I’ve stopped knocking when I come out of the shower. Pretty sure we both know I’ve accidentally-on-purpose moved in.
And Brad? He hasn’t said a word about it.
The air mattress I brought hasn’t seen daylight in weeks. I sleep in his bed now. We fall asleep shoulder to shoulder, sometimes thigh to thigh, pretending it’s no big deal. I think he pretends harder than I do and the thing is...ever since I moved in, I’ve wanted to kiss him. Not just fuck him. Not just suck him off. Actually kiss him. Like, lips open, slow tongue, hand in his hair kiss him.
I wanted to know what it’d feel like. To kiss my hot, straight roommate. The same one who moaned my name when I fucked him last week. The same one who swore he was just curious right before he deepthroated my dick like it owed him rent money.
I never brought it up. Because what if that’s all this was? Sex. Content. Horny roommates with benefits.
But I mean...Brad says he’s straight. Or straight-ish. Whatever. All I know is, it doesn’t feel very straight when my cock’s in his mouth or when I’m fucking him and he’s moaning my name into the pillow. Still, I had no idea if he was the romantic type. Maybe he was just here for the scenes, the content, the orgasms.
But right now, looking at him, feeling how close we were... it didn’t feel like just that.
And... here we were.
Our mouths hovering. Heat between us like a fuse lit and ready.
And then he just did it.
Brad grabbed my face...one hand on each cheek, firm but shaky and pulled me into the kiss.
No warning. No breath. Just lips crashing into mine.
I gasped into his mouth, caught off guard, but I didn’t pull away. Fuck no. I melted into it. His lips were warm, soft but urgent, tasting like sweat and breath and something uniquely Brad. His hands held my face like he didn’t want me going anywhere, like he needed this..needed me and that thought alone made my chest ache.
Our mouths opened, and suddenly it wasn’t just a kiss. It was deep. Wet. Tongues sliding, breaths mixing. The kind of kiss that made everything around us go quiet. Even the camera. Even the lights. Just me and him, mouths moving, hearts thudding way too fast.
His thumb brushed my cheek. My hand found the side of his neck.
We kissed like it meant something.
Like it wasn’t for the fans.
Like it was just us.
And fuck, maybe it was.
I pulled back slightly, breathless.
Brad let out this low laugh, forehead pressed to mine.
“Fuck,” he said. “I can still taste my cum on your lips.”
I blinked. Then laughed too.
He grinned. “Cody, maybe you gotta skip breakfast and I’ll feed you my sweet ass cream instead.” "Maybe put some in your coffee every morning.. Skip the creamer"
“Dude...”
“I’m just saying. It’s efficient.”
I laughed again, dropped my head to his chest. He didn’t push me off. Just let his hand slide lazily over my back while I breathed against him.
“I, uh…” he said, licking his lips again. “That… just kinda happened.”
“No shit,” I said, smiling.
But I wasn’t mad about it. Not even close.
He looked down at my mouth. “You’re a good kisser.”
“Right back at you.”
We sat there for a second...me kneeling on the couch, him half-sitting with his back against the cushions, both of us looking like we’d been hit by a truck full of feelings.
Then Brad smirked, that familiar cocky tilt of his head. “So... are we, like… a couple now?”
I snorted. “What, because you kissed me once?”
“That was not a once kind of kiss.”
“No shit,” I said again, grinning. “But I dunno. Are you gonna start bringing me flowers now?”
He laughed. “Fuck no. But I might eat your ass in the kitchen again.”
I leaned in, forehead to his. “Romantic.”
We stayed close like that, our breaths syncing up, not quite ready to move. I could feel something shifting between us. Something more than just sex or filming or convenience.
I think we both felt it.
But neither of us wanted to say it out loud just yet.
That’s when I realized..the camera was still rolling.
Still perched on the tripod. Still angled toward us. It had probably caught everything.
The kiss. That wasn’t supposed to be part of the video.
Brad glanced at it too. For a second, we just looked at each other.
I smirked. “You think we just accidentally filmed our first real kiss?”
Brad licked his bottom lip. “Guess we’re giving the fans a bonus.”
I sat up, grabbed the camera and turned off the recording.
But my heart was still thudding. Not because of the kiss. Because of what it meant. Because now... now I wasn’t sure if this was still just content.
Brad pulled me back down beside him. “I liked that,” he said.
I looked at him. “The kiss?”
He nodded. Then he smirked. “Don’t go catching feelings though, nerd.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re the one who kissed me.”
He shrugged, laughing. “Don’t blame me if you fall in love.”
I leaned in and kissed him again. Quick. But meaningful.
Then I laid back, staring at the ceiling.Silence again. Brad shifted beside me, hand brushing mine. Neither of us moved it away. I smiled to myself. Maybe we were more than just content partners now.
Comments
Abhishek
They are kind of together. No. I am not putting an end to this story. This story has endless possibilities.
Jeffrey Sanchez
Finally it happened. Now I want them together. Only problem is that will probably put an end to the story. 😆
Abhishek
A kiss after 21 freaking episodes.
Shannon1493
Oh fuck yes, that's what I was waiting for
