My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan Was Supposed to Be Straight
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Chapter 3: Dylan Pressed Right Into Me
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: Dylan Pressed Right Into Me - 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
“I saw you,” Dylan whispered.
My body tensed.
Saw me?
“In my room earlier. When I was flexing.”
My breath caught. I didn’t answer.
“You were staring,” he added. “You think I didn’t notice?”
“No, man ... I—” I tried to deny it, but it came out too fast, too weak.
Dylan let out a soft laugh behind me, right into my neck. “It’s okay,” he said. “I didn’t mind.”
I swallowed, frozen under the blanket. Jake was still sleeping inches away. I could hear his steady breath, slow and unaware. And yet—my entire body was lit up, wired, hyper-aware of Dylan right behind me, pressed too close.
“I know you backed into me on purpose,” Dylan murmured, voice low and dangerous.
“What? Really?” I muttered, barely above a whisper.
His hand slid to my waist. “You’re such a little liar.”
I didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
Because the second he pulled me back into him again, I felt it—thick, hard, pressing against my ass through his shorts. I froze, breath sharp, but I didn’t pull away.
Not even close.
My hips moved before I could stop them—just a tiny shift, slow and deliberate. Just enough to let me rub back against him, to take the shape of it. All of it.
Dylan exhaled, slow and shaky.
“You’re seriously doing this while your best friend’s asleep?” he whispered. “That’s filthy, Troy.”
I didn’t say anything. My whole body was flushed, heart pounding so loud I was sure Jake would wake up and catch me with his brother’s cock grinding into me like this.
But I wasn’t pulling away.
I did the opposite.
I rolled my hips just a little—slow, testing—and felt him twitch through the fabric. God, he was thick. I moved again, gentle, a soft shake of my ass to tease it. To feel the shape of it press against me.
Dylan groaned under his breath.
“My cock is throbbing,” he muttered. “Your ass feels so good, Troy.”
His voice—God—he sounded so strained, like he was trying not to lose it.
“You’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?” he asked, grinding into me again, slower this time. “Always backing into me. Stealing glances. Getting hard whenever I walk around shirtless.”
I whimpered. “Dylan...”
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