Earlier this morning, my Ex's brother 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.
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.
The head of his cock rubbed slow against my hole, not pushing in yet, just dragging across the entrance. Hot and thick. He liked the tease. I could tell. He stayed close behind me, one hand planted on my hip, the other sliding up my back until his fingers found the back of my neck.
“You think I don’t know he fucked you?” Drew whispered, low like it wasn’t even a question. More like a confirmation.
I froze in place. I wasn’t even sure if I was supposed to answer.
I tried to glance back at him, lips parted to explain or maybe deny but before I could say a thing, he gave a small thrust forward and pressed the blunt head of his cock against me, more firmly this time. Not entering yet. Just letting me feel him. All of him.
“I’m not mad,” he muttered. His voice had dropped even lower. “I’m just saying... you won’t even remember what his cock felt like after this.”
I felt my whole body tighten. Not from fear. Not from guilt. From anticipation. The way he spoke wasn’t cruel. Just confident. Like he already knew he could prove it.
His palm slid down again, gripping me tighter. Then he leaned in, lips right near my ear. “Last night,” he whispered, “I was so fucking tired. If you’d stayed in my bed, you think I would’ve just cuddled you?”
He kissed the shell of my ear once. Slow. Hot breath against it.
“Nah. We would’ve fucked. You and me. All night.”
I inhaled sharply. My body already giving in.
“I’m glad Jason got to go first though,” Drew added. “Now you know the difference. Now you’ll know who’s the real deal.”
And then he pushed in.
I gasped. Not loud, but full. It wasn’t all the way. Just the head. But that alone made me arch forward, hands gripping the sides of the bench, trying to stay still while my body adjusted.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
He stayed still for a second. Let me feel the stretch. Let me realize just how deep this was about to go.
“You good?” he asked softly.
I nodded.
And just like that, he pushed deeper. Slow. Controlled. Every inch thick and deliberate, spreading me open. My arms trembled a little as he bottomed out. I could feel his hips against my ass. His breath over my shoulder. His cock, impossibly full inside me.
He didn’t move yet. Just let us both settle there. Let the heat build.
“You feel that?” he whispered. “You feel how deep I am already?”
I swallowed. “Yeah,” I breathed out.
“Good.”
Then he started to fuck me.
Slow at first. Just rocking his hips. Letting me feel the drag of every inch as he pulled back and pushed forward again. My fingers curled tighter around the bench. His hands slid to my waist and held me steady while he moved.
I could hear everything. The slick sound of my hole around his cock. Our breathing. The quiet thud of his hips against me.
“You like my cock better than his?” he asked, voice rougher now.
I didn’t answer.
I couldn’t.
His rhythm picked up a little. He started fucking harder. Still not slamming. Just more pressure. More motion. My ass bounced back into him on instinct.
He leaned in again, voice teasing now. “Oh okay. I’ll stop if you think Jason fucks you better.”
He slowed to almost nothing. Like he was about to pull out.
My head snapped back. “No,” I said quickly. “Don’t.” as I pushed my ass deeper into his cock.
“Oh fuck,” he laughed. “Look at you.”
His hips slammed forward again. Hard. Deep. “You want me buried in that hole so bad.”
I groaned. “Yeah. I do.”
“You’re gonna be dripping by the time I’m done with you.”
He grabbed the back of my neck again. Just to hold me steady. And fucked me deeper. Each thrust now was heavier. His balls slapped against me. His chest hovered just over my back. I could feel the heat rolling off him. I could feel his sweat.
“You know what’s crazy?” he said in a whisper. “This could’ve been us the whole time.”
His rhythm shifted. He pulled back slower, then slammed in. Made me whimper.
“But no,” he added. “You had to run back to him.”
He punctuated each word with another thrust.
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. My brain was foggy. My mouth open. Panting. His cock hit places in me that made my legs shake.
“But you’re here now,” he muttered. “Bent over. Taking every inch.”
He wrapped his hand around my waist and tugged me back against him with each stroke, his other hand gripping my shoulder. The bench squeaked beneath us. I pressed my chest into it, arms giving out from how hard he was fucking me.
“Say it,” he whispered into my ear. “Whose cock feels better?”
I moaned. Couldn’t form the words.
He grinned. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
I felt his cock throb inside me. He was close, but holding back. His rhythm stayed brutal. Delicious. My whole body was slick with sweat. My back ached from the angle but I didn’t care.
“You hear that?” he said, voice husky. “That’s how wet you are. Fucking soaked for me.”
He spat down again, adding to it. His cock slammed in harder. I cried out this time. Couldn’t hold back.
His hand left my hip and slapped my ass once. The sound echoed. He gripped again and started grinding deep. Not thrusting now. Just rotating his hips, letting me feel every ridge and vein of him.
“Fucking dudes is so much better,” he whispered. “My cock feels so good in that tight hole.”
Then he pulled back halfway. I thought he was done.
But he reached down and grabbed my ass, spreading it wider. Then slammed back in.
“Fuck,” I cried.
“Right there?” he murmured. “Yeah. I can feel it.”
He stayed deep. Rocked slow. Then fast. Alternated until I was shaking.
“You feel full?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“You like that?”
I nodded, face buried in my arm.
“You want me to stop?”
“No,” I said. “Please.”
He smiled. “Begging now?”
My hole clenched around him.
“Damn,” he muttered. “This tight little thing. You were wasting it on Jason.”
He leaned over and kissed the back of my neck again. Slower this time. Like it meant something. But then he bit, lightly, and fucked harder. I gripped the bench tighter.
“You want me to cum in you?” he asked suddenly.
I looked back. “No. Not yet.”
He smirked. “Good. I’m not even close.”
His hips kept moving. Pounding. Filling. Driving me closer to something I wasn’t ready for yet. We were breathing heavy now. His body pressed to mine. My cock trapped between my thighs, leaking on the mat.
Then he slowed. Paused.
His hand slid from my hip to my lower back. He adjusted slightly. Looked at me. I looked up, barely able to hold my head up.
“You good?”
“Yeah,” I whispered.
And then the world stopped.
Because his phone buzzed.
It wasn’t loud. Just a light vibration on the dumbbell rack beside us.
He didn’t stop fucking me. Not yet. Just glanced over lazily. Reached for it with one hand while the other still gripped my hip. He tapped the screen. Paused mid-thrust. Then pulled out. Just a little.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“What?” I asked, trying to look back.
He turned the screen toward me.
It was a photo.
A grainy image. Clearly from a security camera. A wide-angle shot of the gym, empty except us. The bench. Me bent over it. Him behind me. His hands on my waist. His cock halfway inside. Drew's ass facing the camera buried deep inside me.
And below the image… just one text.
From Jason.
"I can’t believe this bro."
The phone stayed in his hand. We didn’t move.
Just stared at each other. Breathing heavy.
Still hard. Still wet. Still deep. And completely fucking caught.
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