E11: Stretching With Drew | My Ex’s Brother Drew

This fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.

Recap: Earlier this morning, Drew dropped me off at the gym to pick up my car, and when I thanked him for the ride, he smirked and said, “You haven’t even ridden me yet.” Winked. Waled off. When I came back later that night for a chest day workout, he leaned down mid-set and whispered in my ear that even though it was chest day, he wanted to break my back. So. That’s where we’re at.


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The gym was closed. We were the last two inside. Of course. Cliché porn setting.

Julian, the receptionist had already peaced out after locking the front doors, but Drew doubled back and slid the deadbolt shut behind him. “Yeah,” he muttered, tossing a towel onto the bench, “ain’t nobody walking in tonight.”

I swallowed hard. My throat felt dry as hell. Part nerves. Part thirst.

Drew’s a big guy. Like broad-chested, thick-armed, thighs-built-for-destruction big. And I haven’t exactly been fucked by a guy like him. Not properly. Not while bent over a weight bench, with his hand on my lower back, cock grinding into my ass. Not yet.

I was sitting on a flat bench near the dumbbells, earbuds in, pretending to scroll, trying not to spiral. Just killing time while the gym emptied out. Then I saw his shoes approach. The kind that squeak slightly against the floor when you’re not trying to be quiet.

“You wanna stretch?”

I blinked up at him. “Yeah. Sure.”

We started normal. Some overhead reaches. Side bends. He came around behind me, pressed his palm between my shoulder blades and pushed me deeper into a twist.

His voice low. “Loosen up a bit.”

He made me interlock my fingers behind my back and pulled up gently. Then, he stayed behind me. Close.

His hands slid to my ribs. Then my chest. A light squeeze.

His palms slid to my chest as I arched forward, pressing me deeper into the stretch. But it wasn’t just a stretch. His hips lined up with mine. And I could feel him. I mean....really feel him.

I laughed, out of breath. “Fuck, Drew. It doesn’t take you two seconds to get hard, huh?”

He laughed, didn’t even try to hide it. “Fat jiggly butts,” he said. “I told you. It’s like an instinct.”

I rolled my eyes, half-laughed, and tried to focus on the stretch, but it was impossible when his cock was thickening by the second behind me. No effort to hide it. And god, it felt good. Hot. Heavy. Confident.

He pressed in a little more, like he was testing how much I’d let him get away with. The shape of him pushed against my ass. Heavy. Bold. Drew pressed even closer, lined our hips up, ground once. I felt the ridge of it through his gym shorts. That girthy curve. I felt my body react, ass tilting, giving him more. I don’t know when it started, but I was arching my ass towards his cock now. Without even thinking.

“Alright,” he muttered against my neck. “Now let’s stretch that hole.”

I snorted. “Jesus. Smooth.”

He grinned. “Nah. What’s smooth is how that ass felt against my tongue.”

That shut me up.

My body went hot. Just like that.

He stepped back slowly and tshirt off his tank top. His chest caught the overhead lights; cut, sweaty, glistening in the most insane way. I stood and peeled off my shirt too, heart hammering now. The gym felt hotter, quieter. Like it had gone still just for us.

“Bench,” he said.

I walked over and leaned on it, elbows down, back arched, not pretending this was about working out anymore. He came up behind me, tugged down my shorts, then my underwear, all the way off. I stepped out of them like I was stepping out of clothes on a bedroom floor.

Then he dropped.

Knees on the gym mat. Hands spreading me open like he owned me.

And then his tongue was on me.

Long, confident strokes first...wet and slow, before circling tighter, zeroing in on my hole like he’d trained for it. I let out a choked moan, tried to muffle it in the crook of my elbow, but fuck. It was filthy. The way he groaned into it. The way his beard scratched the insides of my cheeks just enough to make me twitch.

He spat once, dragged his tongue down again.

Sloppier now. Focused. Hungry.

His thumbs pulled me wider, and I swear I felt him smirk when I gasped again. My whole body was buzzing. I pushed back into him, felt his tongue dive deeper, and I didn’t even care what sounds I was making now. It felt too fucking good.

“Fuck, Drew,” I gasped. “Holy shit.”

He didn’t answer. Just pushed his tongue deeper, like he wanted to fuck me with it. And then suddenly... He stood up behind me. He didn’t reply. He just kept going, flicking faster now, the slick sound of it so filthy it could’ve echoed.

Not just touching. Teasing. He was hard now. Fully.
His hands gripped my waist, pulling me back until his bulge was pressed right up against my ass. I could feel it. The heat. The size. The want.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder. He leaned in, one hand still gripping my hip, the other sliding up my spine.

Then he bent close and whispered, “You think I don’t know?”

My stomach dropped.

“About last night?” His cock twitched. “You think I don’t know he fucked you?”

My mouth parted. Fuck.

He kissed the back of my neck. Once. Slow.
Then added, low and confident, “Don’t worry. You’re about to forget all about him.”

He pulled back. I stayed bent. Breathing hard. My cock hung between my legs, already leaking.

He yanked down his underwear lower and stroked his cock once. Twice. Lined up his cock against my hole. Rubbed the head against my hole like he was warming me up, then leaned down one more time.


Then felt the tip push in. Just a little. Just enough to make my whole body clench.

“You ready?”, Drew whispered into my ear.

I nodded before I could stop myself.


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