E20: A Day At The Gym | My Ex’s Brother Drew

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

From this point forward, the story will be told from Drew’s point of view unless stated otherwise.

Walked in the gym same way I do every morning: coffee in one hand, keys in the other, nodding at the regulars.

Julian’s at the desk, tapping away on the computer.

“Yo,” I say, leaning on the counter. “You post that ad for a new roommate yet?”

“Yeah,” he says without looking up. “Told a few people. Word’s out.”

"Cool. I’d been meaning to get someone in that spare room. Jason's not coming back and I could rent it out."

I hit the floor, earbuds in, phone out, sent Ryan some trash texts just to mess with him.

“Thinking about your mouth while I curl. Miss your hole.”

“Bet you’re thinking about me right now, Ry.”

Got a string of eggplant emojis back from him. Idiot.

Midday rush, I’m walking the floor, spotting here and there, when I see this guy over by the racks doing kettlebell squats.

Form’s… not bad, but a little off.

I walk over. “Yo, bro. Let me fix you up before you wreck your knees.”

I step to the side, showing him how to keep the weight in his heels. Then I go behind to guide his stance.

And —

…alright, what the fuck.

He’s in those tight compression leggings .. the ones chicks wear. Not just tight, it looks painted on. Every drop down, his ass bounces like it’s got its own personality.
Rounded, full and fucking ridiculously large for a guy.

“Hey Drew, I’m doing it okay,” he says without looking up.

Weird. I didn’t tell him my name.

“Uh… yeah. Didn’t catch your name though.”

He racks the weight and turns, smiling like he’s been waiting for me to ask.
“Oh. Hi. I’m Evan.”

“You know me?”, I ask him all confused and intrigued.

“Well, yeah. Been coming here for years. Usually got spotted by someone else, but you’ve spotted me before… guess you forgot.”

“Sorry, man,” I chuckle. “Pretty sure I’d have remembered you.”

“It’s okay,” Evan says, still holding that smile. “I think we can get to know each other better.”

I blink at him. “What do you mean?”

He just shrugs, picks the kettlebell back up, and goes back to squatting.

And, yeah, now that I’m actually watching? His ass is insane. Full curve at the top, tight at the bottom, like the leggings were engineered just to make it pop. Every time he drops, it’s this slow, controlled descent… hips spreading a little, thighs stretching the fabric. Then he pushes up and that thing bounces.

I take half a step back. I was way too close, one wrong move and he’d have brushed that fat thing right against my crotch.

And the way it’s moving… I’m not taking chances.

I start counting his reps out loud. “Two… Three… Four…”

His breathing’s getting heavier.

At rep ten, he’s squatting all the way down, holding, struggling to come back up.

“C’mon, man. Push through.”

I grab his waist without thinking, fingers digging into his sides, and help haul him up. His body’s solid.. tight under my hands.

“Damn, you were doing so good.”

“It’s alright, man,” I say, clapping him on the shoulder. “You get better every day. It’s all about progressive overload, yeah? Push a little more each week, that’s how you grow.”

He nods, still catching his breath.

I grab my water bottle, take a sip, then lean back against the rack. “So… what’d you mean earlier? About getting to know each other?”

“Oh. That.” He sets the kettlebell down and straightens up. “Actually, Julian - the receptionist guy told me the gym owner… uh, you… is looking for a new roommate.”

He smiles, and it’s this easy, confident thing like he’s already halfway moved in.

“I’ve been house-hunting for weeks. My studio’s just too small. Thought maybe…” He shrugs. “Could be a fit.”

I just stood there, probably staring too long. He didn’t look like the kind of guy who’d be stressing about rent. Tall, built, walking around in skin-tight leggings like it was nothing, ass so fat it almost had its own gravity. Honestly, reminded me of Ryan’s… except, as much as I hate to admit, maybe even fatter. The kind of bounce that makes you think about it hours later. Yeah, this guy was not who I pictured having “housing problems.” But I guess even the dudes with perfect asses need more space sometimes.

“Yeah, man,” I said finally. “You can totally check the place out.”

Evan’s grin was easy, like he’d already decided this was a done deal. “Don’t worry, I’m a chill roommate. You could have chicks over all the time. I wouldn’t mind.”

That made me smirk. “Chicks, huh?”

He shrugged like it was obvious. “Or, you know… dude. I’m not judging.”

We kept chatting for a bit before I went back to training someone else, but the whole time, my brain was already flipping through it. Jason had already cleared his room, so there was nothing to rearrange. I was just wondering if Ryan would be cool with it. I mean, he would be, it’s not like there’s anything wrong with a dude having a fat ass. I don’t think Ryan’s got an issue with that at all.

Mostly, I was curious how it’d feel having Evan hanging around as the new roommate. He did say he’s cool with chicks or whoever… but I guess time will tell. At least it’s a thousand times better than having Jason here, constantly manipulating Ryan like the toxic ex he was..always hovering, twisting conversations, making everything about him. No, this? This could actually be a good change.


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Evan eventually came over the next day to check out the flat. Ryan was away with his friends, so it was just the two of us. He stepped inside, gave the living room a slow once-over, and in ten minutes he was sold. He didn’t even ask me how much rent I’d charge him.

“This looks way bigger than the place I’m in now,” he said, walking through like he was already making himself comfortable.

He poked his head into the kitchen and grinned. “Ooh, you’ve got a lot of protein stuff. Bars, snacks… all the good stuff.”

I laughed. “Yeah. Perks of being a gym owner -I like to keep my eating habits healthy.” My brain flickered, unhelpfully, to a few days ago when my tongue had been deep up Ryan’s ass eating him out and making a "healthy eating" joke..

I snorted under my breath and grabbed a water from the counter.

“So,” I said, turning back to him, “when can you move?”

Evan thought for a second, then shrugged. “I could probably shift in by Saturday. My lease is up at the end of the month, and honestly… I have a lot of stuff. This place has great space. I’d be happy to happy to move out sooner.”

We stood in the doorway while he glanced around one last time, clearly already picturing his stuff in here. There was an easy energy about him..like he’d slide right into the space without much fuss.

“Cool,” I said, shaking his hand before he headed out. “Welcome to the place, man.”

And as the door clicked shut behind him, I found myself wondering...not for the first time...if having him here was going to be as simple as it sounded.

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