My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan Was Supposed to Be Straight
Copyright© 2025 by StoriesByTroy
Chapter 6: “You’re Not Going Anywhere”
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6: “You’re Not Going Anywhere” - When I agreed to a chill weekend at my best friend's place, I didn’t expect his older brother Dylan to be back—or to look like that. I should’ve looked away. I didn’t.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Ma Teenagers Consensual Romantic Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor Western Brother DomSub MaleDom Spanking White Male White Couple Anal Sex First Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Size Nudism Slow
Becca caught Dylan and me earlier this morning, right before he could fuck me on her living room couch. She interrupted everything. But Dylan’s not the type to let something go unfinished. Now I’m standing at his door, already aching, already wet, already thinking about his cock and how obsessed I am with the way he looks at me like I’m his. Because maybe I am.
His door opened like he’d been standing right behind it, waiting.
Dylan was still in his underwear, the same ones that barely contained his cock this morning. Still shirtless, too, muscles tense, jaw tight, the line of his abs dipping down into that waistband like a carved invitation. His cock was hard again ... leaking and straining against the fabric like it remembered exactly where we’d left off.
“Bedroom. Now,” he growled. “You’re not going anywhere until I fuck you.”
He stepped aside. I walked in. My legs felt like they were moving on instinct.
The second the door clicked behind me, his hand was on my lower back, guiding me forward. My breath hitched. I didn’t speak. Neither did he. The apartment was dim and warm. The curtains were half-open, the late morning sun spilling over the floor in soft streaks of gold.
He walked me straight to his bedroom.
When I turned, his eyes dropped to my shorts.
“You know,” he muttered, voice low, “I watched that French guy drop you off earlier today. That little wave you gave him. The smile. Thought I’d throw up.”
My heart thudded.
He stepped in closer, crowding me backward until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. “You think he’s gonna take care of you?”
I wanted to say something back ... anything ... but my mind was blank, already spiraling with what might happen next. Dylan leaned in, fingers grazing the edge of my waistband, slow and deliberate. “You know your hole twitches the second I walk in,” he whispered, voice low and smug. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
He didn’t wait. Didn’t need to. He knew exactly what he was doing. Knew how badly I wanted him ... how desperate I was.
My shorts were tugged down in one swift motion. My legs parted. I was still wearing Elliot’s hoodie and he shoved it up my back as he pushed me down to my knees on the bed.
“Face down. Ass up.”, he commanded.
I obeyed before I could even think. My knees sank into the pillow-soft mattress, my arms stretched forward, my hips lifted.
A hand landed on my ass ... firm, claiming, hot. “You wanna give that pretty hole away?” he asked. “To some Parisian prick who probably eats salad with his hands? Or you wanna give it to me; the guy who’s about to fuck the noise outta you?”
I groaned into the sheets.
Dylan’s hands spread me apart slowly. My breath caught.
“You’re already wet,” he muttered. “You’re such a little cockslut for me, huh?”
I bit the pillow.
Then I felt it ... his tongue. A slow, firm lick right down the middle. I gasped. My whole body shuddered. I wasn’t expecting that. I was certain, as usual, my hole would be met with Dylan’s cock. But feeling his tongue, the scratch of his stubble grazing my ass ... it made me feel things I hadn’t braced for. This was the first time my best friend’s not-so-straight brother had his face buried between my cheeks, and it didn’t feel like some casual power move. It felt like he didn’t want me going back to Elliot. Like he needed to prove that underneath all that alpha male bravado, there was a guy who wanted to please me just as badly as he wanted to ruin me.
“I should’ve claimed this hole the second I saw you again,” he muttered between licks. “Should’ve bent you over the couch and made you mine.”
To read the complete story you need to be logged in:
Log In or
Register for a Free account
(Why register?)
* Allows you 3 stories to read in 24 hours.