E16: The Jason Video | My Ex’s Brother Drew

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

Recap: Last night, Drew bent me over the bench at his gym and fucked me deep enough to make the security cam glitch. Jason, my ex, sent a screenshot mid-thrust. Didn’t stop Drew one bit. He pounded me harder and came in me with his phone still buzzing. Then we went back to his place and did it again. I spent the night face down in his bed, sore and full. This morning he offered me cereal like nothing had happened. And tonight? Tonight I’m on his couch jerking off to a porn video Jason just sent me; one where he’s taking two cocks at the same time.

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I had one hand down my pants before I even realized what I was doing.

The video kept looping; Jason’s body bouncing between two guys, one fucking him from underneath, the other standing in front of him, sliding his cock into Jason’s mouth. The guy standing had one hand curled tight in Jason’s hair, the other covering half his face, probably for privacy. But I still recognized him. There was no doubt. That scar...small, jagged, right below his left shoulder blade...that was Jason. I’d traced that scar in bed a hundred times. I knew exactly who that was, even with his face hidden.

And once I knew, I couldn’t stop watching.

I unmuted the video. Instantly, the room filled with breathy moans and wet slaps. Not Jason’s...his sounds were muffled but the other two guys, their groans were loud, rough, like they were built to be porn stars. Deep voices, strong bodies, abs flexing as they took turns using him.

And Jason? He took it like he loved it.

I started jerking off without thinking. Just instinct. My cock was hard, leaking. I pressed my thumb against the head, felt the slick bead of precum, then smeared it down the shaft and started stroking slow.

The blanket slid off my lap. I didn’t care. I tugged my pants down with one hand, just enough to get my cock free. I was fully out now, stroking myself in the glow of the TV, breathing in sync with the sounds from the video. Jason’s body moved between them like he couldn’t get enough. His back arched. His hips rolled. He was swallowing dick like a fucking pro, taking it all while still getting railed.

The three of them looked insane together. Perfect. Filthy. Addicted to each other’s bodies.

I was breathing harder now. My legs stretched out on the couch, one heel braced against the floor as I kept jerking slowly. My cock pulsed in my hand. My eyes stayed locked on the screen, hungry for every detail.

I didn’t even hear the door open.

And then Drew’s voice cut through the room. “Well, damn.”

I snapped my head around. He was standing by the front door, gym bag still in one hand, sweat still fresh on his collarbone. I moved fast, fumbling to pull the blanket over myself.

He laughed. “Dude. It’s me. You don’t need to put your dick away.”

My face burned. “Fuck off,” I muttered.

He grinned. “No, seriously. If I’d known you were gonna be this horny, I would’ve come home sooner.”

I didn’t say anything. Just swallowed, breathing hard, cock still throbbing under the blanket.

Drew stepped closer, dropped his gym bag by the door. “Fuck,” he said, tilting his head toward the screen. “Those moans are hot. What are you watching?”

I hesitated. Then glanced at the screen again. The video was still playing, Jason’s body arched, his thighs shaking, taking cock from both ends while the two guys used him like they owned him. The guy behind him had grabbed his hips tighter, slamming up into him as Jason’s back bowed, mouth full.

Drew stepped closer, eyes flicking between the phone and the blanket covering my lap.

“Show me,” he said, his voice low, already reaching for my hand.

I didn’t stop him.

He grabbed the phone, yanked it gently from my fingers, and squinted at the screen. The video played in full brightness now, Jason’s body right there, legs shaking as he took one cock deep inside him while gagging on another. The guy standing still had his hand covering Jason’s face, but the rest of him was unmistakable.

Drew leaned in, eyes narrowing as the screen came into focus. “Dude. That scar.”

I didn’t even have to say anything, but I did anyway. “Uhm… yeah.”

He blinked, pulled back slightly. “Fuck, that’s Jason. huh?” A crooked, disbelieving grin pulled at his mouth.

I nodded, thumb hovering over the screen. “Yeah. He sent me a link.”

Drew shook his head and let out a low whistle. “I’ve been spotting him for years, man. Saw that scar every damn day. I could tell it was him in an instant.” He let out a short laugh, eyes back on the video. “Guess I just didn’t expect to see it in 4K while he’s riding dick like a pro.”

I shrugged. “I didn’t either.”

There was a pause. His gaze dropped to my lap again. “And you were jerking off to this?”

“I mean…” I didn’t even finish that sentence. What was the point? The half-hard cock under the blanket kind of answered for me.

Drew stepped in closer, hand brushing against my thigh as he eased onto the couch next to me. His hips barely fit on the cushion with how I was splayed out. “Let me see,” he said quietly, pulling the blanket back.

My cock bounced free, already wet with precum.

He exhaled. “Fuck, you’re so hard.” His fingers wrapped around my cock before I could say a word. Warm, steady pressure. He stroked me slowly, watching the way I reacted. I didn’t move. Didn’t stop him. Just tilted my head back against the couch and let out a soft breath.

Drew leaned forward. I felt his breath first. Then the wet heat of his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I murmured as he sucked me in, slow and smooth, until his lips were wrapped around the head. His jaw moved awkwardly at first, like he wasn’t sure what rhythm to use, but he didn’t stop. This wasn't the first time he was tasting my cock. I let him do his thing.

He took more of me, bobbing his head gently. I put one hand on the back of his head, fingers threading through his hair to guide him gently towards my cock. Drew chuckled a little around my cock. “Easy,” he said, pulling back with a grin, lips shiny. “You’re gonna break me in too fast.”

I laughed breathlessly. “Sorry.”

Then he went back down, slower this time. His tongue licked under the head, then around it, then down the shaft as his hand took over for a second. The way he worked; so focused, so into it made my chest flutter. He wasn’t just doing it for me. He wanted to learn. Wanted to try.

My hips twitched up slightly. His mouth slid lower. I let out a rough groan, thighs tense. I still had one hand tangled in Drew’s hair, guiding him closer to my cock, and the other had already grabbed the phone again. The video was still playing. I couldn’t stop watching. Couldn’t stop listening. The moans from the screen bled into the real ones in the room - Jason choking, taking both guys. Drew-sucking, lips wet, tongue flicking over my slit like he was addicted.

The whole moment blurred.

Drew came up for air eventually, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at the phone in my other hand.

“You’re still watching that?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “I don’t know. It just feels different.”

He raised an eyebrow, still stroking my cock slowly, fingers sticky with spit. “Different how?”

I swallowed. “Don’t get me wrong. I love getting fucked. You know that. But when I used to fuck Jason...those few times I topped, it felt... I don’t know. Exhilarating. Like I had control.”

Drew bent down, took me back in for a second, sucked a little harder. I gasped.

He popped off again, laughing. “Uh-huh. You like control, huh?”

I nodded. “It’s not even that. There’s something about watching him now. He used to act so untouchable. Always in charge. Always the top. But seeing him like this? Taking it, giving it up...it’s... I don’t know. Hot.”

Drew looked at me for a second, thoughtful. Then he leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock, lips soft. “Okay, then,” he said slowly. “What if you tried it?”

I blinked. “Tried what?”

He shifted closer, hand still wrapped around me. “What if you fucked me?”

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