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E5: Let's just keep going? | My Ex’s Brother Drew
🕑 Added 2025-06-06 15:41:33 +0000 UTCThis fictional story features only adult characters (18+) and portrays consensual interactions throughout.
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Recap: Last thing I remember, I was on my knees at the gym, Drew’s cock in my mouth, spit running down my chin, when the door swung open and Julian, the receptionist walked in. He froze. I froze. Drew stayed seated on the bench, red-faced and fully hard, like his body hadn’t gotten the memo that we were just caught mid-blowjob. Julian mumbled some excuse about grabbing his clothes later, then backed out and shut the door like it was none of his business. The silence after was loud. But not louder than the sound of Drew’s heartbeat or the fact that his cock was still in my hand, rock hard, leaking, practically begging for attention.
“Bro,” I said, still crouched in front of him, staring at his flushed dick. “You’re still hard as fuck.”
Drew rubbed his jaw and let out a long breath through his nose, like he was trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for why his cock hadn’t gone down. There wasn’t one.
“I mean…” I grinned and raised my eyebrows. “Even if Julian tells Jason… you might as well finish what you started, right?”
Drew gave this half-shrug like he was trying to pretend it wasn’t that big a deal, but then he looked down at his cock, still twitching in my hand, and laughed under his breath.
“You’re seriously gonna keep going?” he asked, but his legs were already spreading a little wider, like his body was making the decision for him.
“I don’t leave jobs half done, especially blowjobs” I said, and leaned back in.
His cock was heavy and hot on my tongue again, salty from pre-cum, and when I sank down on it, his whole body jerked just slightly...like he still couldn’t believe this was happening.
The air was thick with sweat and sex and something more tense, something that felt like it was on the edge of cracking. I kept bobbing my head slowly, building the rhythm again, while Drew sat there frozen like he couldn’t move or he might shatter.
And then, mid-suck, I pulled off for a second, tapped his cock against my tongue, wet and teasing.
“So,” I said, slapping it gently on my lips, “what are your thoughts now, huh?”
He blinked at me, dazed. “What?”
I opened my mouth again, dragged my tongue slowly under the shaft. “Do guys suck better than girls, or what?”
Drew groaned and tilted his head back. “Fuck, man...”
I gagged on him a little deeper this time, letting my throat relax around the head of his cock, lips stretched tight, spit bubbling at the corners. My eyes watered, but I kept my gaze locked on his face. Waiting.
I pulled off with a wet gasp, strings of drool still connecting me to his cock. “I mean, you’re rock hard right now,” I said, voice rough, spit dripping down my chin. “I know my answer. I just wanna hear you say it.”
He stared at me. “Fuck,” he said. “All I can say is... Jason’s a dumbass for breaking up with you.”
I laughed, choking a little as I took him back into my mouth mid-giggle. Drew twitched and cursed.
“Seriously,” he went on, hands braced on his knees. “If my girl gagged on my dick like that, I’d practically marry her.”
That made me laugh harder on his dick. The choking sound it made was disgusting and hilarious and turned me on so much I could’ve cum just from that.
“Damn, Drew,” I said, wiping spit from my mouth. “That might be the best compliment I’ve ever gotten.”
He smirked, cheeks red. “Let’s just say… I haven't gotten head this intense"
“Well, let’s just say…” I said, licking along the side of his shaft, “I don’t usually 'choke' on cock.”
His eyes narrowed. “So what...you saying I’m bigger than Jason?”
I snorted, took him back in my mouth, and mumbled around it, “I can neither confirm nor deny.”
He laughed, loud this time, and his hand found the back of my head like he didn’t even realize he was doing it. Just resting there. Light. But present.
I sped up, twisting my hand at the base, sloppier now, letting my spit run freely down his shaft. The room smelled like sweat and precum and desperation. His abs were tight, every breath shaky. I could feel how close he was, the way his thighs tensed, the way his hand tightened just a little in my hair.
Then I paused, tongue still playing under the head. “You’re kinda sweaty,” I said, letting his cock smack against my cheek. “I mean, so am I. We did actually work out before I sucked you off.”
“Yeah,” Drew said, dazed. “I’m fucking soaked.”
I raised my eyebrows. “You wanna shower?”
He blinked. “Like… now?”
I grinned. “Sure. Might be easier to suck you clean in there.”
His breath hitched.
I stood up slowly, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and tilted my head. “Unless you’re scared of dropping the soap or something.”
He scoffed. “Fuck you.”
“You’re trying to,” I said, already walking toward the locker room showers. “So come on. You wanna finish this properly or what?”
He stood, adjusted his hard cock back into his leggings, even though it was still bulging obscenely, and followed me without a word.
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