My Ex's Brother Drew

It started with a post-breakup leg day. I went back to the gym I used to train at with my ex- Jason, which happened to be owned by his older brother Drew; thick arms, always wears tight compression tee, beard trimmed so sharp it practically scratched when he talked. I had a year pass, so I wasn't about to let the breakup screw with my gains. He came over to "spot" me during barbell squats. When his body pressed right up against mine, I felt something hard against my ass. I racked the weight, turned, and said:

"Bro, are you hard right now?"

Drew blinked like I'd just told him the ceiling was on fire. Then he snorted out a laugh and looked down at himself.

"What? Seriously?" He reached down and adjusted his crotch, cocky and unbothered, like he already knew but didn't care. "Shit. I didn't even notice."

I gave him a look. "Uh-huh. Sure..."

"What, bro..." he said, smirking now. "It's natural instinct."

He slapped the side of his thigh and shrugged, like it was just science. "My cock's basically trained to get hard whenever I'm wedged between fat asses. Muscle memory or some shit."

I grabbed my towel, wiped the sweat off my neck, and chuckled. "You're wild."

He didn't deny it. He flexed his jaw, chewing on the inside of his cheek like he was holding back another comment, then casually leaned against the squat rack.

Then, outta nowhere, he looked at me and asked, "So what's the deal with you guys and ass, anyway? Like, genuinely. Just trying to understand."

I raised an eyebrow. "Define 'you guys.'"

Drew rolled his eyes like I was being dramatic. "Dude, relax. Not being a dick. Just curious." He raised his hands like he was surrendering, palms open. "I love eating ass. Like... chicks moan 'cause I'm fucking wild with it. I go all in. But with dudes... I don't know how it works. Or like, why it works. Just genuinely curious, man. Really fucking curious."

I sat back on the bench, elbows on my knees, letting the weight of the moment hang for a second. His tone wasn't mocking, wasn't even playful anymore. It was lowkey fascinated. And yeah--his dick was still thick and obvious in those black compression leggings, curving to the side like it had no shame. That had to count for something.

"You're telling me this while your dick is still half-chub in your joggers?"

He didn't even blink. "It's a question, bro."

I smirked. "You really wanna know?"

He nodded slowly, still leaning back on the rack like he had all day.

"Well, for starters," I said, "it's not about gender. It's about pressure. Rhythm. Sensitivity. There's nerve endings back there that hit way different if you know what you're doing."

He was quiet. Just nodded again, slower this time. Abs flexing with each breath. He was actually listening.

Then: "So you let my brother eat your ass?"

I blinked. "Bro. That's your brother you're talking about."

"And your fat ass," he shot back, smirking. "C'mon. Answer it."

I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head. "Yeah. Sometimes. Not as much as I wanted, though. He was more into other stuff. I used to ask him a bunch of times, but he never really got into it."

Drew scoffed like I'd just told him someone doesn't like pizza. "What a pussy."

My eyebrows shot up.

"I'm serious," he said, standing up straight again. His eyes ran over my thighs, my glutes, like he was checking form. Or something else. "Asses are built to be eaten. Especially the fat, jiggly ones. Fuckkk."

I looked up at him, breathing a little deeper now. That cock? Still there. Still full. Maybe even more now. Pressed tight against the front of his leggings like it wanted out.

I tilted my chin toward his crotch. "Bro..."

He followed my eyes, then scratched abs just above his waistband, acting casual as hell.

"I mean," he said, voice dropping half a step, "I've always kinda wanted to just tongue-fuck the hell outta someone... especially the fat, jiggly ones."

I raised a brow, lips twitching. "Yeah, I get it, Drew. You like big butts. And yeah--the jiggly ones."

We both cracked up, chesty, low laughter that made my abs flex. I leaned back again, letting my eyes drop--intentionally this time.

That bulge? Not hiding shit. He wasn't even pretending anymore. Full outline. Thick. Long. And the guy was just standing there like it didn't matter. Hell, he looked proud of it.

"Bro," I said again, grinning wider, "you are rock hard right now. Loll."

Drew laughed again, this time almost breathless, his shoulders rising like he couldn't keep it in. "Fuck. Look at my dedication, man. Just thinking about eating ass got me like this--imagine what'll happen when I actually do."

He smirked down at me--and yeah, it was aimed directly at me now.

The air between us felt tight. Electric. My heart was beating like I'd done a sprint, but I didn't move right away. Just held his gaze.

Then I stood up, slow and steady, my quads still sore from the last set. Walked toward him. Close enough to smell the clean sweat on his neck and shoulders. Close enough that if either of us leaned just an inch, we'd be touching.

He didn't move.

I looked up at him. My voice was lower now, a little rough around the edges.

"You know..." I said, pausing just long enough, "I wouldn't be mad if you wanted to try mine out."

Drew didn't move right away. He just stood there by the squat rack, smirking a little, like he was seeing how far I'd go. I was still standing close.....close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off his skin. The gym was quiet now, but not empty. A couple guys were still at the far end doing cable work. Someone else was finishing up on the bike.

I gave Drew a small shrug, trying to play it cool. "I'm just sayin'... if you're curious about eating ass, there's only one way to find out."

He licked his lips. Looked toward the front desk, then back at me. "How long you got?"

"Why?" I asked.

"'Cause I'm about to close this gym down."

He turned and walked off. I stayed by the weights, pretending to check my phone, but my heart was thudding like crazy.

From the corner of my eye, I saw him head to the reception desk near the glass doors. The dude working; Julian, I think...was already packing up his water bottle and hoodie.

"You good?" he asked.

"Yeah," Drew said. "I'll lock up. Go home, get outta here."

"You sure?"

"I own the place, don't I?"

He laughed, gave him a bro hand shake, and left through the front. The couple guys still lifting wrapped up and followed maybe ten minutes later. Drew turned off the TV by the treadmill, then hit the lights over half the floor.

And then it was just us.

He came back in from the front, locking the doors behind him, flicking off half the lights. It was quiet now. Dim. Just the hum of the air conditioning and the rubber squeak of his sneakers on the gym floor.

He walked towards me pulling his tightly fitted T-shirt up to wipe the sweat off his face, exposing those carved abs.

Now we were chest to chest. His hand came up, not fast; slow, almost tentative and gripped my waist. Just above the band of my shorts. He looked me in the eye like he was still waiting for me to back out. I didn't. "Turn around," he said.

I swallowed, then I turned around and leaned over the bench now, hands resting on the edge.

He stood behind me, close. I could feel the heat off his body, his breath, the way the air shifted when he reached forward and dragged one hand slowly up the back of my thigh. The cold air hit my skin as I tugged my shorts and underwear down just enough to expose my ass. I bent over the bench slightly, palms on the leather.

There was a pause. I didn't look back. But I heard him breathe out, low and shaky. "Jesus fucking Christ," he muttered. His other hand now landed right above my ass, pressing down gently at my lower back like he was checking my form.

Then his fingers spread across one cheek, testing the give. "Holy shit," he muttered..

He gripped one cheek tight and gave it a squeeze. Full palm. Like he was testing the weight of it. "This thing's unreal. Soft as fuck. Jiggles like crazy when I touch it."

His thumbs dug into the sides, spreading me wider. I felt the cool air hit where it hadn't before. My shorts were already halfway down. I didn't say anything. I didn't need to.

"Cocky little shit," he said under his breath. "You've got a better ass than most of the chicks I've fucked."

That one made my lips twitch. I muttered just loud enough to be heard, "Maybe you should fuck me too."

He froze.

"What was that?" he asked.

"Nothing."

He didn't push it. Just scoffed, "Well... too bad my brother didn't wanna eat it every day."

Then I felt him drop lower, both hands gripping me again. His face nudged between my ass cheeks, breath hot, and he mumbled from there; voice muffled but clear enough.

"Fuck him. I'm gonna feast."

Then his mouth was on me.

No warning. Just heat and tongue and pressure. I gasped, my hands tightening on the edge of the bench. His grip firmed, pulling my cheeks apart as he buried his face deeper, tongue sliding between. Long, slow licks. Not soft. Messy. Confident. Like he'd done this a hundred times, but with zero hesitation..

The first swipe of his tongue sent a full-body shiver through me. It was slow. Heavy. Wet. He licked up the middle and back down again, nosing in deeper like he already couldn't get enough. Then his hands pulled me apart even more, his mouth locking in like he wasn't just tasting..he was devouring.

Tender at first, almost curious. Like he was exploring, learning what I liked by feel. Long strokes, then small circles. A little teasing flick and then back to deep, hungry licks.

"Fuck," I breathed. "Drew..."

He didn't stop. If anything, that just made him more intense. His stubble scraped lightly at my skin as he tongue-fucked me, moaning quietly into it like he couldn't help himself. I rocked forward, toes curling in my sneakers.

"You good?" he asked, voice thick.

"Don't stop," I said.

That made him growl...literally and he went back in harder. Gripping my hips now, his thumbs digging into the muscle. He spread me open wider and went even deeper, swirling his tongue, sliding it up and down, slow and filthy.

Then it changed.

He got rougher. Greedier. His tongue pressed in harder, his grip firmer, fingers digging into the crease of my thighs. I was breathing heavy, toes curling inside my sneakers, fingers clenching the bench.

"Jesus," I whispered.

This was the same guy who spent all his time calling me "bro," teasing me about making out with Jason in the gym, mocking us with "what are you girls doing?" And now? Now he had his face buried in my ass like it was his favorite cheat meal and he hadn't eaten in days.

I looked over my shoulder. His face was buried deep in my ass.. His eyes were shut. His hips grinding into nothing, almost like he needed friction. is shorts were tented....again. The thick shape of his cock straining against his black compression leggings. No hands on it. Just hard from eating.

"You're fucking hard again," I said.

He pulled back, panting, lips wet. "No shit."

He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand like he'd just finished dinner. "This shit's addictive."

I raised my eyebrows. "You really never done that before?"

He shook his head. "Not with a guy. But damn... I've wanted to. Like, always."

"And that doesn't fuck with your head?"

He looked at me...really looked. "Yeah. A little."

Then his gaze dropped back to my ass. "But right now? I honestly don't care."

I turned around, pulling my shorts halfway up, still shaky from how deep he'd gone. Drew leaned against the rack again, dragging his palm over his jaw, like he couldn't believe what just happened.

"So?" I said. "Still think you're straight?"

He looked at me.

"I mean... I still like chicks."

"But?" I asked.

He shrugged, smirked a little. "But maybe... I like ass more."

He looked down, then palmed the front of his compression leggings. It was impossible to miss.....his cock clearly outlined, hard and heavy against the tight black fabric.

Then he looked back up.

"Broo....Is it true?" he asked, voice low, serious now.

I raised a brow.

"That guys suck dick better than chicks?"