Season 3 Episode 10 | My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan (Patreon)

All characters depicted in this story are fictional and 18 years of age or older. Everything portrayed is safe, sane, and consensual.

Episode 10: You Come Home To Me

Note: This episode is written from Dylan's POV

I was on my knees between Troy’s spread thighs, his cock heavy above my face, his balls drawn up tight in my mouth. I sucked them slowly, rolling them with my tongue, tasting the salt and the faint trace of sweat. My eyes stayed locked on his the whole time, watching every flutter of his lashes, every bitten lip, every shaky breath he tried to hide.

Jealousy burned hot in my chest. I could still smell Lucien on him; that expensive cedar and citrus bullshit clinging to his skin, his neck, his fucking collar. The thought of Troy on his knees for another man, swallowing another man’s load just hours ago, made my blood boil. But underneath that jealousy was something darker, something that made my own cock throb painfully against my underwear.

He came home to me.

He chose to walk through my door at two thirty in the morning instead of staying in that rich fucker’s penthouse. That fact turned me on more than I wanted to admit.

I pulled off his balls with a wet pop and dragged my tongue up the underside of his shaft, slow and deliberate, until I reached the leaking head. I swirled my tongue around it, tasting the precome that was already dripping for me.

“Is this how you sucked him off?” I asked, voice low and rough, looking straight up at him with his cock resting on my lips. “Did you look up at him like this? All pretty and eager?”

Troy’s breath hitched hard. “Dylan…”

I didn’t wait for an answer. I took him deep in one smooth motion, swallowing him down until my nose pressed against his trimmed pubes. His cock filled my throat, thick and hot, and I held him there, eyes still locked on his, refusing to look away. I wanted him to see me. I wanted him to remember exactly who was on his knees for him right now.

I bobbed my head slowly at first, sloppy and wet, letting spit drip down his shaft and over my chin. Every time I pulled back I let my tongue drag along the thick vein underneath, then took him deep again, gagging myself on purpose just to hear the broken moan that tore out of his throat.

“Mhmm… you like having me on my knees, don’t you, Spaghetti Noodle?” I growled around his cock, the words vibrating against him. “You like watching your big straight man choke on your dick after you just sucked another man off?”

Troy’s head fell back against the couch, a loud, desperate “Aaah… Dylan…” spilling from his lips. His hands gripped my hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needed something to anchor him.

I worked him harder, faster, taking him as deep as I could every time, spit running down my chin, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact. I could feel him getting close, his thighs starting to shake, his cock pulsing on my tongue. I pulled off right before he tipped over, strings of spit connecting my lips to his glistening head.

He whined, hips twitching, chasing my mouth.

I stood up slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, looking down at him. His face was flushed, lips parted, cock red and throbbing against his stomach.

I grabbed his hips and flipped him around, bending him over the arm of the couch so his ass was up and exposed. He let out a surprised laugh, half moan, half giggle.

“Lucien and I didn’t really do this part…” he gasped.

I didn’t answer with words. I dropped back to my knees behind him, spread his cheeks wide with both hands, and buried my face in his ass.

My tongue licked flat and slow over his hole, tasting him. I groaned into him, the sound vibrating against his sensitive skin. I ate his hole like I was starving — long, hungry licks, circling his rim, then pushing my tongue inside, fucking him with it. I sucked on his hole, munching loud and wet, spit dripping down his balls.

Troy pushed back against my face, moaning loud and shameless, ass hovering in the air as he tried to get more of my tongue. “Fuck… Dylan… oh my god…”

I pulled back just enough to speak, my voice rough and filthy. “This is what I get to do to you. Every time you come home from him, I get this hole. Understand?”

He nodded frantically, pushing back again. “Yes… yes…I understand, Dylan”

I dove back in, eating him deeper, tongue fucking him open while my hands gripped his ass hard enough to leave marks. I wanted him sloppy. I wanted him dripping with my spit before I even thought about putting my cock in him.

After a few more minutes of devouring him, I finally stood up, breathing hard, cock straining painfully against my underwear. I shoved them down, letting my thick, heavy dick spring free, already leaking at the tip.

Troy looked back over his shoulder at me, flushed and desperate, biting his lip.

“Hope you aren’t sleepy yet,” I said, voice dark, smirking as I gripped my cock and angled the head right against his wet, twitching hole.

Troy moaned, eyes glassy with need. “No not at all… fuck me please…”

I pressed the head against him, teasing his rim, letting him feel how hard I was for him.

This was my Troy.

He could go out with Lucien, he could suck him off, he could feel whatever spark he wanted.

But at the end of every date, he came home to me.

And I am going to remind him exactly why.I gripped my thick cock and pushed the head against his wet hole, teasing it for just a second before I thrust forward in one long, hard stroke. Troy moaned loud and broken as I buried myself to the hilt, my hips slamming against his ass. I didn’t give him time to adjust. I pulled back and drove in again, deep and raw, fucking him with every inch I had.

“Fuck yes,” I growled, gripping his hips hard enough to leave marks. “This is what you get when you come home to me.”

I fucked him hard from behind, deep possessive strokes that made the couch creak under us. Every thrust punched the air out of his lungs. His hole clenched around me, hot and wet, still loose from the way I had eaten him open earlier. I watched my cock disappear inside him over and over, thick and veined, stretching him wide.

“Oh my… ohh… fuck fuck…” Troy whimpered, pushing back against me desperately. “Shit yeah… fuck yeah…”

I smirked and slammed in harder, hips snapping, balls slapping against him. “That’s it. Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

I kept pounding him, raw and relentless, one hand fisting his hair to pull his head back so I could see his face. His mouth was open, eyes half closed, moaning with every deep thrust. I loved the way he fell apart for me. I loved knowing that no matter what happened with Lucien tonight, this hole was still stuffed with my cock.

After a few minutes I slowed down, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep and grinding against him. I leaned over his back, chest pressed to him, lips brushing his ear.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, voice rough. “Even when you’re with him… you’re still mine.”

I pulled out completely and flipped him onto his back on the couch. Troy’s legs spread for me instantly. I climbed between them, lined up, and sank back inside him in one smooth thrust. This time we were face to face. I wanted to see his eyes.

I fucked him slower now, deep and intimate, hips rolling instead of slamming. My forehead rested against his, our breaths mixing. I kissed him hard, tongue sliding against his, tasting myself on him from earlier.

“Fuck… Dylan…” Troy whimpered, hands clutching my back. “Oh my god… ohh… fuck fuck… shit yeah…”

I kept the pace deep and steady, grinding against that spot inside him with every thrust. “Look at me,” I ordered softly. “Eyes on me while I’m inside you.”

His eyes fluttered open, glassy and desperate. I kissed him again, slower this time, pouring everything I felt into it. Jealousy. Need. Love I still didn’t know how to say out loud.

“You feel so fucking good,” I groaned against his mouth. “This hole was made for me. No matter who you let fuck you… you come home and give it to me.”

Troy moaned louder, legs wrapping tighter around my waist. “Yes… yes Dylan… fuck me… ohh fuck yeah…”

I thrust deeper, hips snapping harder again, chasing my own release. My balls drew up tight. I buried my face in his neck, biting down as I came hard, flooding him with thick, hot pulses. I kept grinding through it, pushing every drop deep inside him, marking him from the inside.

When I finally stopped moving I stayed buried inside him, breathing hard against his neck. After a long moment I pulled out slowly, watching my come leak from his hole. I stood up, grabbed my underwear from the floor, and pulled it on.Troy lay there on the couch, flushed and wrecked, chest rising and falling fast, his cock still rock hard and leaking against his stomach. He looked up at me with those wide, needy eyes, silently begging me to jerk him off, suck him, do anything to let him cum. I could see the desperation in the way his hips twitched, the way his fingers gripped the cushion like he was trying not to touch himself.

Trust me, I wanted to so bad. I wanted to wrap my lips around him again, make him moan my name until he spilled down my throat. But I had to let him know what happens when you are with someone other than me.

I looked down at him, voice low and calm. “What? Why you looking at me like that?”

Troy’s voice came out shaky. “Uh… I am so close…”

I walked over slowly and gave his cock one lazy stroke, thumb swiping over the leaking head. Troy whimpered loudly, hips jerking up into my fist. I pulled my hand away just as fast, leaving him throbbing and untouched.

“You don’t get to cum when you come home to me after a date,” I said, looking straight into his eyes. “And yes, that’s part of the agreement too.”

Troy whimpered again, biting his lip hard, eyes glassy as he stared up at me. He looked so fucking pretty like that, desperate and denied, all because of what he had done with Lucien.

I smirked, turned around, and walked toward the bedroom without another word, leaving him spread out and aching on the couch.

I sat on the bed, phone in my hand. It was 3:23 in the morning. The apartment was quiet except for the faint sound of Troy moving in the living room. I opened my messages and stared at the thread from earlier that night.

Jake: C’mon big bro… You’ve been in Paris for so long. Found a girl yet?

Dylan: Shut up Jakey.

Jake: Dylan… Please… Tell me… I told you about my girlfriend Stacey…

Dylan: And?

Jake: Tell me. Otherwise I’ll send Troy to your apartment and he’ll interrogate you.

Dylan: Nah… Don’t send that skinny boy.Dylan: Fine. I am seeing someone.

Jake: BROOOO I knew it… You can’t stay single.

Dylan: Neither can you.

Jake: Anyways… Don’t tell Troy about the surprise…

Dylan: I don’t even talk to him, Jakey. How am I even going to tell him?

Jake: Yeah whatever. But be free next month. Stacey and I will be here to surprise Troy for his birthday…

Dylan: Cool. Goodnight.Jake: Goodnight asshole…

I stared at the messages, thumb hovering over the screen. Admitting to Jake that I was seeing someone felt like stepping off a cliff. I had spent my whole life being the straight gym bro, the guy who fucked girls and never looked twice at another dude. Now I was texting my little brother that I was seeing someone, and that someone was Troy. His best friend.

How the fuck was Jake going to react when he finally finds out I am fucking his best friend? And that I am gay.. Or bi? Or whatever the fuck those labels meant.The thought made my stomach twist. Jake had always been cool about Troy being gay, but this was different. This was me. His big brother. The one who used to rag on him for being soft. Now I was the one falling for a guy. 

I locked the phone and tossed it onto the nightstand. Jake was planning to come next month with Stacey. They wanted to surprise Troy for his birthday, enjoy Paris, and meet my “someone.” I had told Jake I would introduce them when they visited. The lie sat heavy in my chest. I did not know how long I could keep Troy a secret from Jake. I did not know if I even wanted to anymore.

Troy walked back into the bedroom room a few minutes later, still flushed, still hard in his underwear. He looked at me with that soft, questioning expression that always made something twist inside my ribs.

I did not say anything. I just opened my arms.

He came over without hesitation and climbed onto my lap, curling against my chest. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close, my hand stroking slowly up and down his back.

Whatever happened with Lucien, whatever dates Troy went on, whatever spark he felt, he still came home to me.

And for now, that was enough.

I pressed a kiss to the top of his head and closed my eyes, listening to his breathing slow down.

Next month was going to be chaos.

But tonight, Troy was mine.

And I was not letting him go.

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Season 3 Episode 11 | My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan

Author’s Note

Told you guys, didn’t I? Season 3 is not going to be the same as Season 2. Things are going to be different.

I absolutely LOVED writing this episode from Dylan’s POV. It felt so much more raw and real. You finally got to see what’s been going on inside this hunk's head all along.

Anyways, have fun with it! I’m so excited to read your comments on this one.

Lots of love,Troy (The Author)