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E2: Squatting with Drew | My Ex’s Brother Drew
🕑 Added 2025-05-29 16:28:42 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
Ryan (Narrator)
Jason (Ryan's Ex)
Drew (Jason's Brother)
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Recap: 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.”
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Jeffrey Sanchez
That ass is so jiggly. I love it!
