E14: First Time for Everything | My Ex’s Brother Drew

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

Recap: Drew fucked me bent over a bench in the gym after hours. Hard. Deep. Filthy. He knew Jason had fucked me the night before; his brother but he didn’t care. Said he was gonna make me forget. And fuck, he did. But halfway through, we got caught. Jason sent a picture from what looked like a live feed. So Drew, being Drew, dragged the bench towards the camera, looked right into it, and gave Jason a front-row seat while he railed me harder than ever. We finished sweaty, messy, still staring at that lens. Then Drew knelt down in front of me, between my legs, and said, “I’m gonna suck the cum out of you.”

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I blinked. My body was still humming from the fuck. My ass ached. My thighs were streaked with his cum. And now… this?

“Wait, what?” I half-laughed, half-breathed, heart pounding again.

Drew didn’t move. He stayed kneeling between my legs, big hands planted on my thighs, breathing harder than he wanted to admit. His cock had started to soften but he didn’t care. His eyes were on mine. Steady. Serious.

“I’m gonna suck you off,” he said again, slower this time.

I hesitated. “Drew… you don’t have to. It’s okay.”

His fingers dug lightly into my thighs. “I want to.”

“You’ve never even...”

“I know,” he cut in, fast. “But I want to. I want to see what it’s like. I want to… I wanna show Jason how to properly take care of you.”

I swallowed. My cock twitched, half hard again from just hearing that. From seeing him; all muscle and sweat and aggression...kneeling like that, trying to convince himself it was his idea. Maybe it was.

“Okay,” I whispered. “Yeah.”

He hesitated only a second longer, then leaned forward and dragged his palms up my thighs. His touch slowed when he got to my hips. Then he paused. “Fuck,” he muttered, more to himself than me. “This is crazy.”

I didn’t say anything. Just brushed my fingers through his hair. “You sure?”

Drew looked up at me, jaw tense. “You smell like me right now.”

I flushed. “Yeah…”

“That’s hot.”

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He lowered his head. His lips pressed to the inside of my thigh first...testing. Feeling. Getting used to it. Then his mouth slid higher, toward the base of my cock. He paused again.

I didn’t push. Just watched.

Then slowly, like he was still learning the shape of it, he let his tongue come out and lick up the underside. The taste must’ve shocked him a little; there was sweat, lube, the faint salt of his own cum still clinging to my skin but he didn’t stop. He licked again. A little higher this time.

My breath caught. “You’re doing fine,” I said gently, voice low. “Just go slow.”

His hand wrapped around the base of my cock. A little too tight at first, then he adjusted. He leaned in and closed his mouth around the tip.

Warm. Wet. Uncertain.

But it felt so fucking good.

I gasped, fingers threading into his hair again as his tongue circled awkwardly, then steadier. He groaned once, softly, like the taste surprised him again.

He pulled back fast. “Shit,” he breathed. “I can taste everything.”

“Yeah…” I said, trying not to squirm. “Sorry.”

Drew blinked. Then laughed a little under his breath. “No. I didn’t say it was bad.” His hand stroked me a little more confidently now. “Just real.”

He looked up at me again. “This what he did to you?”

I nodded. “Yeah.”

Drew’s jaw flexed. “Did you like it?”

“I like this,” I said.

Something shifted in his eyes. He leaned in again, slower this time. Lips parted. Took me back into his mouth, deeper now. Sucked. Sloppy at first, but determined.

My hips jerked. “Fuck, Drew…”

He groaned again around me; deep and unsure but trying and I nearly lost it. There was something so raw about it. Not polished. Not perfect. Just hot, messy, earnest. His head bobbed once, then again, deeper the third time. His spit dripped down the base. He paused, coughed once, then pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Fucking hell,” he muttered, catching his breath.

I laughed quietly. “You okay?”

He looked up, a little flushed. “Why is that kinda hot though?”

“Because you’re doing it,” I said. “Even though you never have.”

He tilted his head. “Yeah. Well.”

Then he ducked back down. This time he used his hand and mouth together. Got the rhythm better. Let his tongue flatten under my shaft while he stroked the top. My head tipped back. My thighs trembled again.

He went slow. Focused. Lips sealed tight.

Every so often, he’d glance up at me. I could tell he liked the reactions. The way I moaned. The way I twitched.

He pulled off just once to say, “I can feel you pulsing.”

“You’re getting me close,” I panted.

He nodded. “Good.”

Then went back down again. His fingers gripped my thighs again, holding me steady while he sucked the tip, let it hit the roof of his mouth. He swirled his tongue. Moaned softly, like he was starting to get into it, starting to want it.

I felt my stomach tighten.

“Drew,” I gasped, “This feels too intense, I might cum any moment now.”

He didn’t stop.

If anything, he went faster. His lips sealed tighter around my cock. His head moved quicker. He was sloppy now, but determined. No finesse. Just raw want. Saliva smeared my skin. My thighs trembled again.

Then I came. I groaned loud, body jerking. My fingers clenched in his hair. My toes curled.

Drew froze for a second as the first pulse of cum hit his tongue.

Then the second. He swallowed it.

His throat moved. Eyes flicked up at me. He swallowed again. When he finally pulled off, he wiped his mouth again and exhaled like he’d just run sprints.

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We didn’t talk for a second. Just breathed. He sat back on his heels. Sweat still on his chest. Cock still soft between his legs. His lips were red. A little swollen. “That was a lot,” he said.

I nodded, still breathless. “You did so freaking good.”

He rubbed a hand over his face. “Kinda wanna punch myself.”

I raised an eyebrow. “What...Why?”

He looked at me. “Because I liked it.”

I didn’t say anything.

Then he added, “I shouldn’t have. Right?”

I reached forward and cupped his jaw. “Who says you shouldn’t?”

He didn’t pull away. Just looked at me. “I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing,” he admitted finally.

“You’re figuring it out.”

He let out a shaky laugh. “I sucked your dick.”

“Yeah.”

“In a gym.”

I smiled. “Yeah.”

He shook his head. “Fucking Jason.”

I leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Fucking you.”

He met my eyes again. Something softer in his face now. Something almost unsure.

Then his phone buzzed. We both looked at it. It was still on the mat. Facedown. Drew reached for it. Another message. He didn’t read it out loud this time. Just looked at it. Then showed me. It was from Jason.

“Don’t fucking talk to me again. I'm leaving”

No emojis. No punctuation. Just flat.

Drew stared at it for a second, then put the phone back down. He looked at me and winked. “Guess I’m going to be needing a new roommate.”


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