E23: Yoga Pants | My Ex’s Brother Drew

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

(Ryan's POV )

Drew and I had the most intense sex. After he came in me, we stayed there for a while, tangled together, the air still thick and hot. His muscular body was pressed so tight against mine that I could feel every slow rise of his chest against my body. My arms stayed around him, my legs hooked over that muscled butt, and my cock was throbbing between us, leaking against his abs like it was begging for attention.

Of course, Drew being Drew and believing in what he calls “mutual pleasure” didn’t leave me hanging. He reached down and gave me this lazy, teasing handjob while making some smug comment about “keeping the scoreboard even.” Then, he slid down, took my dripping cock into his mouth, and grinned up at me with those cocky eyes. Between strokes, he muttered something about how his ass was “a one-time play” like a special event ticket, reminding me of when I’d fucked him a few days back and it would be a while before I got to fuck him again.

He played with my balls, kissed his way up my stomach, bit my chest just hard enough to make me grunt. And then came the thing that made my cock lose it...he sat up, flexed his pecs, and started bouncing them like some dumb gym bro showing off. “Bet you’ve never had these in your face like this,” he smirked. Before I could even react, he leaned his pecs towards my cock and tried to line my cock up between his pecs, pressing them together with both hands. “Look how muscled these are. It’s like a vice grip for your dick.”

I don’t know if it was the ridiculousness, the view, or the way my cock felt rubbing and sliding in between his tits, but I immediately lost it. My load shot up in hard bursts with one splattering across his lips, another landing in his hair, the rest streaking down his chest.

He laughed, licking a bit from the corner of his mouth. “Guess I don’t need wax for my hair. Your sticky cum’s doing the job.”

We both cracked up, even as I was still catching my breath. Eventually, he wiped himself off just enough so we could flop back onto the bed. We curled into each other, skin still warm, his hand resting heavy on my hip. And like every other night lately, we drifted off like that with no space between us, no words left to say, just a slow slide into sleep.

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I woke up around 6:30 am, the kind of tired that sat heavy in my bones but in the best way. My whole body felt sore but in a good post-sex kinda way, still sticky with the mix of sweat and cum and leftover heat from last night. Drew was passed out next to me, one arm thrown over his head, his mouth slightly open.. fast asleep. I leaned in, kissed his shoulder, and my lips stuck for a second.. yeah, that’s how messy we’d gotten.

My throat was dry from all the moaning and, let’s be honest, the sloppy kissing I’d done all over him. So I slid out from under his arm, pulled on my underwear, and padded toward the kitchen for a glass of water.

And that’s when I saw him.

Evan.

Drew’s new roommate. I had completely forgotten about him, mostly because I’d been too busy getting bred by this hot gym owner in the bedroom last night. But Evan clearly had no plans of letting me forget him now. He stood in the living room in a way that made sure I would notice every detail.

Tight black yoga pants clung to him like a second skin, the kind of spandex that catches the early morning light and traces every curve and line with precision. He was barefoot on the yoga mat, moving into the most exaggerated yoga stretches I’d ever seen. Each slow bend and arch felt almost intentional, like he knew he had an audience.

“Oh. Morning, uh… Reh,” he said without looking back.

“It’s Ryan,” I corrected, moving toward the counter. “Morning, man.”

I walked towards the kitchen and filled a glass with water, but my attention kept drifting. He was in a cat-cow stretch - you know, hands and knees, back arching up, then dipping down. His hips rolled with every movement, and each time he dipped, the fabric over his ass stretched tight, then relaxed, making the roundness of his butt shift in slow motion. The little bounce at the bottom of each arch was… okay, yeah, hot as fuck.

If I were an exclusive top with an ass fixation, I would’ve lost my damn mind. As it was, I just… didn’t know if he was doing it on purpose or if this was just “Evan being Evan.” But the way his lower back curved, the way the sunlight made that spandex shimmer, it was like watching an erotic fitness video in real life.

I took a sip of water and nearly choked when he looked over his shoulder, gave a lazy smile, and went into another stretch, even deeper this time.

I couldn’t help wondering… if Drew woke up right now and saw this, he might have a new favourite roommate. One with a fatter ass than mine. And yeah, I was jealous. You can’t blame me.. i mean look at that thing, rounding up like it was sculpted to ruin men’s lives. If I were an exclusive top who lived for asses, I’d lose my damn mind. I’d fuck him too, no hesitation.

I started walking back toward the bedroom, my steps slowing as I passed right across from him.

“So…” Evan’s voice came lazy, drawn out, his body still holding the stretch. “You and Drew… a thing?” He didn’t even glance my way, like the question was just hanging there between us, waiting for me to bite.

“Uh… what?” I stopped mid-step and turned toward him. His torso had twisted toward me now, arms stretching overhead, tight shirt pulling up just enough to show a strip of stomach.

“Well, you’re in your underwear… you spent the night in his room…”

“So? Can’t bros hang out?”

“No, no, yeah, of course.” He smiled, almost sheepish. “Sorry, I’m just nosy. Don’t mind me. But you two would look hot together…”

I laughed. “Hahaa, thanks.”
Then I nodded toward him. “So, you dating anyone? You seem to be…” I let my eyes flick down his body and back up, “…pretty fucking fit.”

“Nah, man. Been single for a year now. I’ve been on this big body transformation..lost like fifteen pounds… and somehow the fat off my butt decided to stay.”

“That’s not a bad thing,” I said, grinning.

Evan shook his head. “No, not at all. But I would’ve liked a more toned set of glutes, you know? Was so focused on my weight loss that I kinda let that part slide. Gave myself some alone time to just focus on me… but now…” He shrugged, stretching again, “I think I’m comfortable enough to get back in the game.”

“Ah, that’s amazing, man. That’s fucking amazing.” I hesitated, not sure where his sexuality landed, but I wanted to be respectful. “Honestly… any, uh… person would be lucky to date you.”

He smiled at that, then added, “I mean, yeah. I’ve been crushing on this guy for a while now. He’s fucking unbelievably hot… not sure how that’s gonna go, though.”

I think I had a faint idea who he was talking about, but I let it slide. I just smiled. “Aww, all the best. Tell me how it goes.” And before the conversation could circle anywhere near Drew, I ducked back into his room.

It was still Sunday morning, sunlight just peeking through the blinds. Drew was dead asleep, bare chest rising and falling, the light catching on the curls in his hair as the fan’s breeze moved them lazily. I slid into bed, my arm draping over his waist, fingers grazing the hard lines of his abs before settling. My eyes closed, but my brain didn’t shut up.

The image of Evan in his spandex yoga pants kept looping...big booty, that whole transformation, that smirk when he said he was crushing on some “unbelievably hot” guy. Uhm… yeah. I looked at Drew again, all relaxed and oblivious.

And I knew...if he ever decided to flip, even for a second...I wouldn’t be able to handle it.

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