Adam X Brady | Straight Load for Brady (Patreon)

Hey everyone,

As smut writers, Blake and I have both gotten to know other Patreon creators over time, but I don’t think I've ever clicked with someone as well as I did with Blake Hart. Our unhinged chats were just too good not to take to the next level, so we decided to do a real collab. I hope you all like it.

This filthy little one shot is our crossover treat! We took two of our favorite characters and threw them together for some raw and hot fun.

Adam the hot, straight identifying stud with the convenient gay neighbor Leo is from Troy’s “The Neighbor Across the Window.” Brady that loud, cocky, muscle packed whirlwind who never misses a chance to take some dick comes from Blake Hart’s "ABCD crew" stories.

We had a blast mashing their energies together, and if you enjoy this story, be sure to check out:

→ Troy’s Patreon for more slow-burn gay romance and erotica, featuring emotionally driven episodic series filled with tension, longing, vulnerability, heartfelt connections, and plenty of heat.

→ Blake Hart’s Patreon for unapologetic, high-heat gay smut featuring jock corruption, and loud confident muscle guys who go all in with zero shame.

Let us know what you thought in the comments! Favorite moment? Should these two run into each other again? We are always open to ideas if the love is there.

We hope you all have a great week ahead and thanks for supporting two gay smut writers,

Troy & Blake <3

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

I was still at my desk on the forty second floor when my thoughts started to wander. The week had kicked my ass with back to back meetings and numbers that refused to cooperate. But as the afternoon dragged on, my mind kept sliding to my gay neighbor Leo.

A slow smile curved my mouth as I leaned back and loosened my tie. I had been straight all my life. Still was, really. But my neighbor Leo, this artist who lived directly across from me, had seen me one night through our windows. I had come home from the gym, worked out shirtless in my living room with the curtains wide open like I always did, then dropped onto the edge of the bed and started jerking off to unwind. When I glanced up, there he was, watching me openly from his place. No hiding it. Later he offered to help out. Said he could take care of me better than my own hand. I had been curious enough, or maybe just horny enough after that long stretch without women, to go over to his place.

That first time, he dropped to his knees the second I walked in. His mouth was hot and eager and he took my cock like he had been waiting for the chance. I gripped his hair and fed him every inch in deep strokes, fucking his throat while he moaned around me and pushed forward to take more.

Now it’s a regular thing between us. Leo comes over whenever I text him. He gets on his knees or bends over whatever surface I want and lets me fuck him until there is nothing left in my balls. He loves every filthy second of it. Honestly I love the convenience. No strings. No complications with the office or the straight life I keep during the day. Just a guy across the street who gets off on sucking my cock and getting fucked whenever I feel like it. Sometimes I just knock on his door and he’s always ready.

My cock twitched hard against the front of my suit pants at the memory of my fuck buddy. I shifted in my chair and adjusted myself discreetly under the desk. Fuck, the way Leo looked up at me last night, lips stretched tight around my shaft, eyes watering as he pushed down to take even more. It’s a good setup. Convenient as hell. I could go home after days like this, and if Leo is around, he crosses the street and wraps that mouth around my cock without any bullshit. Or maybe this time, I’ll bend him over the arm of the couch and fuck him sensless until he’s begging.

I hadn't hooked up with any women in months. Work was too demanding for the usual chase, and this arrangement with Leo scratched the exact itch I needed without any of the usual hassle. I stayed in control. He took what I gave him and came back for more.

I finished my work and headed out to meet the guys at the bar.The bar was already loud when I pushed through the door twenty minutes later. I spotted the crew at a high top near the back.Mike, Derek and Jack from the firm were still going on about that client who almost blew up the deal that morning. Mike was laughing about some blonde chicks and the dirty texts she’d been sending. I slid in with them, ordered a whiskey neat, and let the conversation wash over me. The alcohol burned smooth and the tension from the week finally started to bleed out of my shoulders. My body felt good. Pumped from the gym that morning and now relaxed from the drink. I was already thinking about texting Leo when I got home. Having him come over so I could bend him over and fuck him the way I had been picturing all afternoon.

The bar was packed with the after-work crowd. Laughter and low music filled the space. I was half tuned into Derek telling some story about a rugby match when the front door opened and a fresh burst of energy came through it.

He was tall and broad shouldered with a muscular athletic build that made his shirt look like it was struggling to contain him. Short dark cropped hair. A square jaw with a trimmed beard. Warm brown eyes full of mischief and a cocky grin that hit the room like a spotlight. His laugh was deep and loud as he clapped some friend on the back. He moved through the crowd like he owned every inch of space he walked through, all confidence and loud energy.I found myself watching him longer than I should have. Something about this dude was impossible to ignore. He started to walk past our table. Our eyes met and held. For a moment the noise around us faded into nothing. Just the two of us locked in that look. Lingering. Stretching out longer than it should have.

He gave a smile. Then his eyes moved slowly down my body before coming back up again. Like he was checking me out right there in front of everyone.

I met his eyes with a cocky look of my own. Letting him know I had seen every second of it.

I was so lost in thinking about if this dude was checking me out or not that I totally blanked out of the conversation with the boys.

“Adam? ADAM?” Mike shouted, trying to get my attention.

“What?” I asked, half-annoyed.

“How’s it going on the lady front, man? Any hot girl on your dick lately?” Mike asked.

“Yeah, I mean… There’s this girl I’ve been screwing lately. She gives the best BJ’s ever. She does this thing with her tongue that’s just insa…”

Before I could finish, the guy who had entered earlier smashed right into my shoulder.

“Sorry dude, my bad!” He smirked, then quickly half-jogged toward the bar with two other guys in tow. They looked half-exasperated by their boisterous buddy and apologized again as they passed me.

“Douche,” I muttered.

The guys were still staring at me way too interested in my personal life, so I kept going. “Anyway, as I was saying… There’s this one girl. I guess you could call it a situationship. Total freak in the sack, great rack, curly brunette, hot as fuck.”

None of them knew I’d been talking about Leo the whole time. But these fuckers didn’t have to know I was railing some dude every night.

My colleagues lit up.

“Wow, you lucky bastard!” “Is her pussy tight?” “What thing does she do with her tongue?”

“A gentleman never tells.” I smirked.

The guys gave me those sad puppy eyes, practically begging me to keep talking about my exciting sex life.

“Lucky for you I’m no gentleman,” I said with a grin on my face. “Yeah, super fucking tight. And yeah, she does this thing with her tongue; a little flick combined with a twist of her hands. Total dick magic.”

The whole gang lit up even more, clapping and hollering, until disaster struck.

Ice cold liquid suddenly poured down my neck and all over the front of my chest.

“Holy fuck! Sorry, shit!” a voice blurted out.

That same guy from before had spilled his entire drink all over me. The freezing liquid soaked straight through the fabric, making my shirt cling tightly to my body and outline every muscle I had worked so hard for in the gym. I was fucking livid.

“What the fuck, man?” I shouted, standing up and puffing out my chest.

“Bro, I’m so sorry! I tripped in my new sneakers! Fuck! Your shirt is soaked. I’ll make it up to you. Come here, I’ll help you clean up. Can’t have a handsome fucker like you walking around all soaked.”

The guy grabbed my shirt and dragged me toward the bathroom before I could even object. I felt a little humiliated by how easily he pulled me along, like I was some dainty thing.

I caught Mike mouthing “What the fuck?” as I was taken hostage by this human tornado.

We passed his friends on the way. “Cam! Dannyboy! I did it again! Spilled my drink on this poor handsome king. Gotta make it right and clean him up. I’ll be right back, boys!”

His buddies just nodded like this was a weekly occurrence.

And yeah, it might sound stupid, but I kinda liked how he called me handsome and king, even though I was still half-pissed and half in shock.

We made it to the bathroom, which was surprisingly empty.

“I’m Brady, by the way. Shit, you’re really soaked. Sorry again, I just get so hyped up at bars, y’know. Here, lemme help you.”

Brady grabbed the front of my shirt and started popping the buttons open one by one, his fingers moving with surprising confidence. He took his time, eyes flicking down my chest as each button came undone.

For some reason I just stood there and let him. When the last button was free he pushed the damp fabric off my shoulders and down my arms, peeling the wet shirt away completely.

“Bro! Someone’s ripped!” he said, even more animated. “Wow, you hit the gym earlier. Nice pump!”

“Yeah, I had a session earlier,” I replied.

“Nice! I can tell you put in the work. Shit, pecs on point and that six-pack. Impressive, king!” He wrung my shirt out in the sink.

It was weird. He was weird. Super fucking annoying, but also… weirdly disarming. Even if he looked like a generic frat douche.

Brady set the shirt aside, grabbed some tissue, and wet it.

“Here, let’s get you cleaned up. Can’t have a hot dude like you walking around all tacky.” Brady started wiping down my chest like a maniac. “And what’s your name?”

“It’s Adam, and I can do it myself,” I said meekly.He ignored me completely. “You look amazing! Jesus. What gym do you go to? I just moved to New York not that long ago and I still haven’t found a good one.”

“I go to the one between 51st and Fifth.”

Brady kept blotting my skin. “Nice, I’ll definitely check it out. You look super good, elite genetics, sir!”

I scratched the back of my head. “It’s not that great. I mean, I take care of myself, but…”

“No, I mean it!” Brady interrupted. “You look like your body got carved by Italian gods or some shit!”

“I’m pretty sure it’s Gree…”

My breath hitched as he reached my already hard nipples, rubbing them with the wet tissue.

“Gotta clean everything,” he boomed with a laugh. “Are your nips always this stiff, or are you just pleased to see me?”

“It was the cold drink,” I tried to counter.

Just then an older man stepped into the bathroom. He raised an eyebrow at us before disappearing into a stall.

Brady didn’t seem bothered at all. He grabbed my arm again. “Come here, let’s get you cleaned up in private before anyone else starts staring.”

He whisked me into the nearest stall like I weighed nothing, completely ignoring my weak protests.

In a heartbeat we were both crammed inside the tiny stall. Two built guys squeezed together in the cramped space, looking completely ridiculous.Brady didn’t miss a beat. He grabbed the tissue and went right back to blotting my chest like nothing had happened. “So where were we…” he said, patting the tissue over one nipple then the other. “Yeah… these nips. They’re hard as fuck right now. You enjoying this little cleanup or what?”

My breath caught. I tried to play it cool, even though my cock was already stirring against my zipper. “Nah, they’re always like that,” I lied, keeping my voice steady. “Just the cold drink.”

Brady grinned wider, clearly not buying it. His hand kept moving, slower now, the wet tissue dragging across my abs. Then it drifted lower. He started blotting my thigh, right over the front of my pants. “Fuck! You got some stains on your pants too. Don’t worry, I got you.”

He rubbed the tissue paper against my thigh like a total maniac, zero personal boundaries. The friction felt way too good. I couldn’t help leaning into it a little, even while my brain was screaming that this was insane. My cock didn’t care. It didn’t know this wasn’t my fuck buddy Leo. It just knew someone was touching it through the fabric and it was getting harder by the second.

Brady’s eyes dropped straight to my crotch. He let out a low, delighted laugh. “Bro, you’re fucking hard. That cold drink really got you going, huh? Or is it me?”

I tried one last weak protest. “Dude, I have someone…”

“Relax, king,” Brady cut in, still grinning like he already knew he’d won. “From the way you were talking to your buddies out there, it looked like your little situationship wouldn’t mind if I took care of you for a minute.”

Before I could say another word he dropped to his knees right there on the dirty stall floor. He looked up at me with that cocky, sparkling stare, eyes flicking down to the obvious bulge in my pants.

“You know… I know that tongue trick too,” he said, voice low and filthy. “Want a demonstration?”

My head was screaming no. This was a total stranger. A loud, obnoxious, beautiful cocky douche who had just spilled a drink on me and dragged me in here like he owned the place. I should push him off. I should leave. But my cock was twitching so hard it hurt, rock hard and aching at the sight of him on his knees looking at it like he was about to devour every inch.

“Fuck it,” I muttered, voice rough. “But you better swallow every drop.”

Brady’s smile turned downright wicked. His hands went straight to my belt, unbuckling it with quick, confident fingers. He popped the button, dragged the zipper down, and hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my pants. His eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time. Slowly, way too slowly, he started pulling both my pants and underwear down together. 

His smirk turned downright wicked as the waistband continued to glide down my muscled thighs. The main attraction still hadn’t popped out, but he seemed very content with how much shaft he could already see before the tip popped out. Then the cockhead finally cleared the fabric and sprang free, revealing the whole thing in all its throbbing glory.

Brady licked his lips. “Fuckkk! I knew you were packing, dude.”

He wrapped his big hands around my shaft, making me gasp. Leaning in, he dragged his tongue across the already wet, glistening tip, swirling it slowly around the head.

My head fell back. “Holy shit, dude” I breathed.

His tongue made a few more lazy circles before his whole mouth enveloped the glans. He sucked down hard, and my whole body hitched, a raw moan tearing out of me.

Then his tongue focused on the sensitive underside, flicking right against that spot. Pleasure crashed through me like a live wire.

Suddenly his head pulled back and my cock plopped wetly from his mouth, twitching and shining with his spit. I looked down at him.

“So, did I get it right?” Brady asked with a playful grin.

“What, dude?” I responded, half-annoyed.

“The tongue thing. Like your ‘girl’ does it?” The way he said girl made it crystal clear he didn’t buy it being a girl at all.

I chuckled. “Pretty damn close. Now go on, suck it.”

“Say please,” he countered.

Honestly, I was half annoyed, half intrigued. Leo always just took my cock, no objections, always ready and eager. This dude was actually making me work for it.

“Kay. Please?.”

He looked up at me, brown eyes never breaking contact, clearly not quite satisfied yet.

“Please suck my dick,” I said once more.

That made him smile. The next second he took me all the way down in one smooth motion, not stopping until my tip pressed against the back of his throat.

“Holy shit,” I groaned again.

A toilet flushed somewhere behind us. I’d completely forgotten about the old man who’d gone into the stall earlier. I’d been so lost in Brady’s mouth that the rest of the world had disappeared.

The sound of  stall door clicking open echoed outside. Footsteps shuffled across the floor as the guy headed for the sinks. Water started running. Brady didn’t pull his slutty mouth off my cock. He stayed right there, lips stretched tight around my thick shaft, my cock buried deep in his throat like a fucking champ. He didn’t move, didn’t gag, just held my cock there, warm and wet and perfect.

My heart hammered. Part of me was worried the old man might have heard the slow moans, the sloppy sounds, the dirty talk. But the bigger part of me didn’t really give a single fuck about. The pleasure from this stranger’s mouth was just too damn good to focus on anything else.

The water shut off. Paper towels rustled. The door to the bathroom opened and closed again. Finally, we were alone once more.

That’s when Brady’s hand moved. He cupped my balls, rolling them gently in his palm while he pressed his nose into my pubes and took a long, slow sniff. Then he finally pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of spit connecting his lips to my throbbing head. He looked up at me with a wild, manic grin.“You like that?”“Fuck yeah”, I replied. 

Brady pulled back slowly until just the head rested on his tongue, then dove right back down. He bobbed fast and sloppy, cheeks hollowing with every upward pull before he slammed deep again. His tongue pressed flat and dragged along the underside on the way up, then swirled tight circles around the sensitive head each time he reached the top. He sucked hard on the way down, throat muscles working me in rhythmic squeezes that made my toes curl against the tile floor.

He varied it constantly, one second gentle and teasing with quick flicks of his tongue, the next aggressive and hungry as he forced more of me inside.GawkGawk Sloppy noises filled the bathroom each time his lips slid up and down. He kept eye contact the whole time, brown eyes locked on mine like he was daring me to look away.

Guys really do it better, I realized. The raw, unbridled enthusiasm hit different. No hesitation, no careful little licks like I was used to from girls. Brady sucked my cock  like he couldn’t get enough of it, like he lived for the taste and the stretch and the way my body reacted.

My hand tightened in his hair as he took me deep, holding there for a long second before pulling up just to plunge back down again. He worked faster, head moving in a steady rhythm, sucking with filthy pressure that had me biting my lip to keep from getting too loud.

Brady finally pulled off with a heavy gasp, breathing hard. His hands slid around and cupped my ass cheeks, squeezing firmly.

“Come on King, fuck my throat until you reward me with your straight guy nut.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I gripped his hair tighter with both hands and thrust my hips forward, driving my thick meat straight into his desperate mouth. He opened wide and took every inch, throat bulging as I buried myself to the hilt. I pulled back and slammed in again, harder this time, setting a rough rhythm that had my loose and weighty nutsack slapping loudly against his chin with every thrust.ThwackThwack

Wet smacks echoing off the bathroom walls mixed with his muffled gurgles and the constant squelch of me plunging in and out of his throat. I fucked his face faster, hips driving back and forth, using his mouth like a toy. This stranger just took it, eyes watering but locked on mine, throat relaxing to let me go even deeper. His hands stayed on my ass, pulling me in on every stroke like he wanted more.

Sweat beaded on my forehead. My legs started to shake as the pressure built deep in my gut and balls, smacking rhythmically against his chin while his throat squeezed and milked me on every downstroke. Fuck, I was getting so fucking close, right on the brink, muscles tightening and spasming.

The bathroom door outside suddenly creaked open. Footsteps echoed on the tile.

Shit…

Brady just looked up at me like a madman on a mission, eyes wild and daring me to unload right there even with someone potentially hearing us.

It was honestly too late to stop now anyway. I held his head firmly in place with both hands and drove in one last deep thrust.

Then it hit. I started blowing my wad straight down Brady’s gullet, pumping hard as my prick swelled inside his throat. Brady almost choked but powered through it, throat convulsing around me while his fingers dug into my spread cheeks. I kept him locked there, grinding deep as I emptied everything I had, flooding straight into him while the stranger’s footsteps moved closer across the tile.

A mix of spit and semen dribbled down Brady’s chin, pooling at the edge of his mouth as he struggled to take the last of my nut. I clamped my teeth together hard, trying to muffle the groans forcing their way out of me. Over at the urinals the stranger unzipped, the sound clear in the quiet bathroom, followed by a steady stream of piss hitting the porcelain.Brady never broke eye contact. Those brown eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, intense and satisfied, even as more mess leaked from the corners of his stretched lips. I was still riding the last waves of my orgasm, hips giving small involuntary jerks, grinding against his face while I fought to stay quiet.

"That tongue trick really worked well," I breathed out, voice rough.

Brady smiled around my cock, still buried deep down his throat. The last spurts of my cum kept spilling into him as his throat worked to swallow. A thick drop escaped the side of his lips and trailed down his chin.

I finally pulled my cock out slowly. He fought to keep it for a second longer, sucking gently as it left his mouth with a wet pop. I let out a low laugh. "You really love sucking dick, don’t you?"

He looked up at me with that same cocky grin. "Hell yeah I do, king. Especially when it is attached to a stud like you. That straight boy load tastes even better than I imagined."

My hands reached down. I smeared the cum that had leaked onto his lips, pushing it back into his mouth with my thumb. "Told you to swallow every drop, didn't I?"

He laughed, low and filthy, then licked the rest from the side of his lips before sucking my fingers clean. "I wouldn’t waste something so delicious. Every drop belongs down my throat."

Brady rose slowly, his big muscular frame filling the tiny space even more. We were both crammed together, chests almost touching, the heat from his body mixing with mine in the cramped stall. For a second neither of us moved. The air felt thick with what we had just done.

He pushed the stall door open and we stepped out. The bathroom was empty again. I grabbed my damp shirt from the sink and pulled it on, buttoning it up slowly over my still sensitive skin. The fabric clung in places, cool and sticky.

"You staying around in the city for long?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Brady leaned against the sink, watching me with that mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "Yeah, bro. I just moved here recently.”

I pulled out my phone. "Really?"

"You bet."

I opened my contacts and handed him the phone. "Put your number in. I might need more of that tongue trick soon."

Brady laughed loud enough that it echoed off the tiles. He typed quickly then handed it back. I glanced at the screen. He had saved himself as ‘Bar Chick’

"Figured you are the kind of guy who wants to stay discreet," he said with a wink.

I could not help laughing as I slid the phone back into my pocket. We stepped out of the bathroom together. The noise of the bar hit us again like a wave. Brady clapped me on the shoulder, his touch lingering just a second too long, then headed toward his friends.

His buddies looked up as he approached. Cam and Dannyboy both wore knowing smirks, glancing from Brady to me and back again. They clearly had an idea of what had just gone down in that stall. Brady just grinned wider and threw his arms around their shoulders like nothing had happened.

I walked back to my own table, trying to keep my expression normal. The guys were halfway through another round."Sorry that took so long," I said, sliding back into my seat. "The stains wouldn’t come out. Had to really work at it."

Mike raised an eyebrow. "Dude, you look flushed. That guy drag you in there and give you the full spa treatment or what?"

Derek laughed. "Bet he did. You were gone forever. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, all good," I replied, forcing a casual shrug. "Just some overeager dude trying to make up for spilling his drink."

I took a long sip of my whiskey. Across the bar my eyes found Brady again. He was already looking back at me. Our gazes locked for a long beat, that same spark from earlier passing between us. He gave me a small, cocky nod and a wink before turning back to his friends, laughing loud as ever.

The rest of the night blurred a bit. The guys kept talking, the drinks kept coming, but my mind kept drifting back to the bathroom stall. To Brady on his knees. To the way he had taken everything I gave him and begged for more with those wild brown eyes.

By the time I left the bar, my body felt loose and satisfied in a way I had not expected when the night started. That stressful day at the office had been completely drained out of me. Brady had sucked the tension right out of my balls and left me feeling lighter than I had in a long time.

I stepped out into the New York night and pulled out my phone. Leo was probably still up across the street. Part of me wondered if he was waiting, watching my windows like he usually did. I could text him. See if he wanted to come over so I could bend him over and give him a fresh load. After what Brady had just done to me I was not sure how quickly I could brew another one, but the thought of trying already had my cock twitching again.

I smiled to myself as I started walking home. New York really was full of surprises. And tonight one loud, cocky power bottom had just made my regular life a whole lot more interesting.

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