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My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan | S2 E4: Who is that French Guy?
🕑 Added 2025-06-01 14:48:56 +0000 UTCAll characters in this story are 18+
This story is completely fictional.
All acts in this story are fully consensual.
Elliot walked me home the next morning. The city was just waking up, sunlight spilling lazy and golden through the trees, casting long shadows across the sidewalk. His curls were damp from a quick rinse, his voice still husky from sleep. I was wearing his hoodie, he’d pulled it over my head before we left, said I looked better in it than he ever had.
We didn’t talk much. Just soft glances and light touches, his hand hovering at my lower back, the brush of his knuckles when our arms swung too close. We paused at the gate. He leaned in, kissed me like the night hadn’t ended, like it was still stretching out between us, warm and slow.
“I want to see you again,” he murmured against my lips.
I nodded, trying not to grin. “You will.”
And I meant it.
I watched him walk away.
Didn’t even notice the eyes burning down on me from across the street, from the first-floor balcony where Dylan stood, jaw clenched, shirt damp from a workout, watching it all unfold like a show he hadn’t bought tickets for.
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I had barely dropped Elliot’s hoodie over the chair when the knock came: three sharp pounds that rattled the doorframe.
I opened it and Dylan was already pushing his way in.
He looked like he’d just come back from hell, still in his workout gear, chest rising fast, sweat clinging to the curve of his throat. He didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at me. Looked at the hoodie. His eyes followed the shape of me; bare legs, morning hair, the smug little glow I must’ve still been wearing from last night.
He shut the door behind him without breaking eye contact. “Who the fuck was that?” he asked.
My throat tightened. “What?”
He took a step in,. “Outside. Curly-haired French guy."
“He’s Elliot” I said quietly.
“Oh, really?” Dylan laughed. “Did Elliot fuck you good, Troy?”
I blinked. “What?”
He stepped closer. “Is that where you were last night? With him?”
My breath caught. “Yeah, I spent the night.”
“Did. He. Fuck. You?” Dylan asked again, biting each word like it tasted bitter.
I swallowed. “No.”
He tilted his head. “No?”
“We… kissed. Cuddled.” My voice dropped.
Dylan laughed, then immediately sobered. “So you’re dating him now?”
I hesitated. “No. Not exactly. We’re taking it slow.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Taking it slow, huh?”
He stepped closer. My back hit the wall. “So that mouth’s still unclaimed?”
I flushed. “Dylan...”
“Then that hole still belongs to me.”
"You’re gonna blow me in his hoodie," he muttered. "Might even shoot my load on it. Bet he’d love that.”
I didn’t say anything. I didn’t need to. The moment was already spiraling into something else.
His hand gripped the back of my neck before I could speak. He pulled me into him; not gently. His mouth crashed against mine, his body hot, overwhelming, pressing me into the wall like I was something he was trying to erase and claim at the same time.
He kissed me like he was mad at me. Like he’d missed me. Like he hated himself for both. No words. Just heat. Tongues. Teeth. The sting of his stubble against my jaw. The hiss in his breath when I reached down and found him already hard in his gym shorts.
I dropped to my knees before I even thought about it.
His cock was heavy in my hand. Thick and swollen, veins pressing to the surface. He was already leaking when I licked the head, slow and teasing, just to hear him curse under his breath.
I opened my mouth and took him in....inch by inch until the back of my throat gave way. Until I felt my eyes water. Until he was pushing deeper than I remembered, deeper than I’d ever taken anyone.
Above me, he groaned. A guttural, aching sound.
“Fuck, Troy,” he exhaled, voice raw. “Your mouth… fuck.”
He started moving...slow thrusts at first, his fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me like he had all the time in the world to ruin me. I gagged once, twice, but he didn’t stop. He just growled and kept going, praising me with moans and broken gasps.
"You were struggling yesterday," he murmured. “Could barely take half of my cock in your mouth... Look at you now....taking me like it’s your job. Guess your throat is getting used to my cock now...”
His hips jerked forward suddenly, hitting the back of my throat. I gagged again, harder, eyes streaming now. But I didn’t pull away. I let him use me, let him rut against my face like he owned it.
He did.
He pulled out with a wet pop and gripped himself, breathing hard. A string of spit and precum still connected us. His cock twitched in his fist.
“We are not done.”
He pulled me up and spun me around. Bent me over the couch with one hand on my back, the other yanking down my sweats.
He dropped to his knees again behind me. I felt his breath; hot and fast against my ass and then his tongue. Slick. Hungry. Sloppy.
The way he ate me out wasn’t gentle. It was messy. Loud. Dominant. Like he was trying to mark his territory.
He spread me open, shoved his face in, and let out this low, guttural growl when I arched back into it. “Mmm, yeah,” he breathed. “This hole’s still mine.”
His fingers joined his mouth, working my hole open, two fingers then three, scissoring inside me as I moaned, face buried into the cushions, gripping the armrest like I was about to break it in two.
He stood again, stroking his cock behind me, wet head slapping against my hole, teasing the rim but never pushing in. “You want this, Spaghetti Noodle?” he asked.
I was breathless. Shaking. “Y-Yess. I do, Dylan.”
“You want my cock inside you while you wear his hoodie?”
"Yes, please. I do.. " I nodded frantically.
He circled the head of his cock around my hole, just barely nudging against it...teasing, threatening. My breath hitched. I felt him twitch. Then, just as quickly, he pulled back.
“Whose hole is this?” he asked, his voice low, rough with control.
“Yours, Dylan,” I panted, already trembling. “It’s yours.”
He pressed forward again, the heat of him slick and leaking, barely kissing my entrance before pulling away once more.
“I didn’t hear you.” His tone was sharper now. “Do you want this?”
“Please, Dylan,” I whimpered, hips arching toward him. “I want you so fucking bad.”
And just when I thought he was about to give in, finally push inside me...I remembered.
“Dylan...fuck...wait. My sister. She might be back any second.”
He didn’t stop. Just hovered there, his cock hard and heavy, smearing pre-cum right where I needed him most.
“I locked the latch from inside,” he murmured, bending lower, his mouth near my ear. “She won’t walk in. Not unless you want her to.”
My head dropped back. My hole clenched.
He laughed under his breath and tapped his cock against me, slow, deliberate slaps that made me flinch with want.
“You were gagging on it yesterday,” he whispered. “Struggling. But I’m gonna train that throat. Just like I’m gonna ruin this hole.”
His cock slapped against me again...slow, heavy, rhythmic.
Thwack.
“Look how this hole twitches.”
Thwack.
“You think Elliot could fuck you like this?”
Thwack.
“No. He probably kisses you on the cheek and asks how your day was.”
Thwack.
“I am gonna fuck you so good you are going to forget his name.”
He slapped the tip of his cock against my entrance again. Circling. Coaxing.
I moaned into the couch, desperate. Barely able to hold still.
And just when he lined up to push in....
KNOCK. KNOCK.
“Troy? "
Knock.
Knock.
"Troy...My keys aren't working”
I froze.
Dylan's cock was still throbbing against my hole with his precum dripping down.
And everything...everything...was about to explode.
My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan | S2 E5: Why is the door locked?
Comments
Troy
The wait is worth it ;)
Patrick
Welll that got hot just as fast as it ended!
Troy
Hahaa. Or maybe she catches them? Perhaps Dylan sneaks out? You'll find out soon enough.
J
Shit Dylan was mad and just when he’s about to get what’s his the duster interrupts. He should take Troy to his room and fuck his brains out
Troy
Hahahaa. Last season Jake was the cockblock.... This season it's Becca (Troy's sister)
Troy
Just like Dylan ;)
BeachDude
Wow! I might explode! lol!!
Christopher Lucas-Taylor
Dylan always seems to be unlucky, when trying to fuck Troy.
