Season 3 Episode 21 | My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan (Patreon)

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Episode 21: Best Birthday Ever

The moment the apartment door clicked shut behind us Dylan dropped the keys and pulled me against him. His mouth crashed into mine, hungry and deep, tongue sliding against mine as his hands gripped my waist and pushed me back against the wall. I kissed him back just as hard, fingers fisting in his shirt, tasting the faint wine and cake from dinner on his tongue. The entire night of pretending, of sitting across from him and acting like we were barely acquaintances, had built up into this one desperate kiss. We barely made it two steps inside before his body was pressed fully against mine, hot and solid and demanding.

I moaned softly into his mouth, hands sliding up his chest. Dylan growled low, one hand moving to the back of my neck to hold me exactly where he wanted me. We stumbled together toward the living room, still kissing, until my back hit the edge of the couch. The small gift bag from Lucien was still in my hand, the weight of it a quiet reminder of the evening we had just left behind.

Dylan pulled back just enough to look at me, breathing hard, eyes dark. “Open it,” he said, voice rough. “I want to see what he got you.”

I nodded, still catching my breath.. Dylan stood in front of me, watching as I opened the bag. Inside was a sleek box containing the latest high end phone, the newest model with an advanced camera system. A small handwritten note was tucked beside it. I pulled it out and read it quietly.

Troy,Happy birthday.Shoot high end videos now. LifeInParis deserves the best.Jessica and I believe in you.

Lucien

Dylan took off his shirt in one smooth motion and threw it on the floor. He came up behind me, arms wrapping around my waist, chest pressed to my back. His chin rested on my shoulder as he looked down at the note in my hands.

“Shoot high end videos,” he read aloud, voice low and teasing. “LifeInParis. Sounds like he wants you to go pro.”

I tried to focus on the note, but Dylan’s hands were already moving. His fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, stroking my stomach, then lower to the button of my jeans. He slowly started unbuttoning them, grinding against me from behind, his hard cock pressing against my ass through our clothes.

I shivered. “Let me read it properly.”

Dylan kissed the side of my neck, slow and deliberate. “But it’s your birthday,” he murmured against my skin, voice deep and filthy. “And I want to make sure I give you the gift you’ve been waiting for all night.”

I picked up the new phone, turned it on, and quickly opened the camera app. I held it up and clicked a selfie of the two of us, Dylan’s face right beside mine, his arms still wrapped around me from behind. The screen captured us perfectly, his bare chest against my back, his eyes dark and hungry.

“We look like a cute couple, don't we?” I said softly, smiling at the photo.Dylan’s arms tightened around me from behind, his bare chest warm against my back. He kissed the side of my neck, slow and deliberate, lips lingering as he sucked lightly on the skin. I shivered at the feeling, my breath catching as his hands moved lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of my jeans.

“Yeah we do,” he murmured against my neck, voice low and rough. “But I think we could make it even better.”

Before I could reply he pushed my jeans down my thighs in one smooth motion. They pooled at my ankles and I stepped out of them, left standing there in just my underwear. Dylan’s hands stayed on my hips, holding me close as he ground against me from behind, his hard cock pressing insistently through his own pants.

He reached around me and picked up the new phone from the coffee table, turning it over in his hand. “This thing takes high end videos, right? Maybe we should film a sex scene for LifeInParis. Put it to good use. Your followers will blow up.”

I giggled, heat rushing to my face. “Dylan… you are terrible.”

He chuckled darkly, kissing my neck again as he set the phone and the note back down on the coffee table. I turned around to face him, hands sliding up his bare chest, fingers tracing the hard lines of his pecs. I leaned in and kissed him deeply, slow and full of everything I felt for him.

“Thank you for the surprise tonight,” I whispered against his lips. “It felt so good to see Jake again. I did not expect any of that.”

Dylan’s hands settled on my waist, squeezing gently. “I would have preferred spending tonight with just the two of us,” he said, voice low. “But that asshole had to ruin it for me.”

I laughed softly, kissing him again. “We can spend time anytime. Come on, it was a thoughtful gift from him.”

Dylan’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants and pulled them down along with his underwear slowly, letting them drop to the floor. He stood there completely naked in front of me. I looked me up and down, eyes dark with heat.

“What about this gift?” he asked, voice rough and cocky. “Is it thoughtful enough?”

I giggled, stepping closer, hands on his chest. I kissed him again, deeper this time, then pulled back just enough to speak. “Lemme blow my birthday candles then.”

Dylan smirked, grabbed my hand, and led me toward the bedroom. We reached the bedroom door, both of us breathing hard, naked bodies already aching for each other. The night was finally ours, and I could feel the anticipation humming between us like electricity.Dylan pushed the bedroom door open and guided me inside, his hand firm on my lower back. The room was dark except for the soft city lights filtering through the windows, casting gentle shadows across the bed. I started to drop to my knees right there beside the bed, playful and ready to blow the birthday candles in the only way I knew he would love. Before I could lower myself fully Dylan caught me by the arms and pulled me back up.

He lifted me effortlessly, strong hands gripping my waist as he tossed me onto the bed. I landed on my back with a soft bounce, heart racing as he climbed over me, towering above me on his knees. His broad shoulders and thick chest filled my vision, every muscle defined in the low light.

“It’s your birthday tonight, noodle,” he said, voice deep and commanding, eyes locked on mine. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

I nodded, breathless already, as he leaned down and kissed me deeply. His mouth moved slow and sure, tongue sliding against mine in long, claiming strokes. He kissed down my jaw, then my neck, sucking lightly on the skin until I whimpered. His lips continued lower, trailing wet kisses across my collarbone, then my chest. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud until my back arched off the bed.

“Dylan…” I moaned, hands threading through his hair.

He moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention, sucking and licking until both were hard and tingling. His mouth kept traveling lower, kissing down the center of my abs, tongue tracing every line of muscle. I was already leaking steadily, cock throbbing against my stomach as he reached my hips. He kissed along the crease of my thigh, teasing, before finally taking my balls into his mouth.

The wet heat made me gasp loudly. He sucked them gently, rolling them with his tongue, the sensation so intense my thighs trembled. I grabbed fistfuls of his hair, holding on as he worked me over.

He released them with a wet pop and looked up at me, eyes dark. “You taste so good,” he murmured, then took my cock into his mouth in one slow, deep slide.

I cried out, hips jerking up instinctively. Dylan groaned around me, the vibration shooting straight through my body. He sucked me slowly, deliberately, taking me all the way to the back of his throat before pulling up with a tight seal. His tongue swirled around the head on every upstroke, licking up the precome that kept leaking for him. I was whimpering, moaning, unable to stay quiet as he edged me beautifully, bringing me right to the brink and then slowing down again.

“Fuck… Dylan… that feels so good,” I gasped, gently fucking his face, hips rolling up into the wet heat of his mouth. He let me, eyes locked on mine the whole time, taking every thrust like he could not get enough.

He pulled off with a wet sound, breathing hard, lips shiny. “Not yet,” he said, voice rough. “I am not done with you.”

He pushed my thighs apart wider, hands gripping the backs of my thighs as he lifted my ass off the bed. I felt completely exposed, completely his. Dylan leaned down and dragged his tongue flat over my hole. The first long, slow lick made me moan louder than before, a broken sound that echoed in the room. He did it again, savoring me, tongue pressing and circling, tasting every inch.

“Oh my god,” I whimpered, head falling back against the pillow.

Dylan groaned against me, the sound vibrating through my body. He spat on my hole, then licked it up, tongue pushing inside, fucking me with it in deep, thorough strokes. He ate me like he was starving, messy and filthy, sucking on the rim, licking inside, spitting again just to make it wetter. My moans grew louder, shameless, as he worked me open with his tongue.

“Fuck, Dylan… you should do that more often,” I gasped, voice shaking. He pulled back just enough to speak, breath hot against my sensitive skin. “Fuck yeah. I might skip a meal or two just so I can go to town on this juicy fucking ass of yours, noodle.”

The filthy words combined with his tongue pushing back inside me made my cock throb hard against my stomach. He kept going, thorough and relentless, tongue swirling and pressing deeper until I was a whimpering mess, legs trembling in his grip.

I was getting too close, too overwhelmed, the pleasure building so high I could barely think. “Shit… fuck… I want you inside me,” I begged, voice breaking. “Dylan please… I need you inside me right now…”Dylan pulled his tongue away with a wet sound and laughed softly, the sound low and satisfied. He leaned over me, towering above me on his knees, one hand adjusting his thick cock so the head pressed right against my wet hole. His face hovered inches above mine, eyes dark and full of heat as he looked down at me.

“This is why I don’t eat you out more often,” he said, voice rough with lust. “Because the second my tongue is inside you, you start begging me to fuck you right away.”

I laughed breathlessly, cheeks burning, but the sound turned into a whimper when he rubbed the head of his cock up and down my hole, teasing me. “I can’t help it,” I gasped. “It’s like my hole misses your cock the second you stop giving it to me.”

Dylan smirked, that cocky, dominant look I loved so much flashing across his face. He spread his spit on my already hole, the saliva making everything even smoother, then pushed forward slowly. His thick cock slid inside me in one long, smooth glide, stretching me open until he was buried to the hilt. I bit my lip hard, trying to hold back the loud moan that wanted to escape.

Dylan leaned down and kissed me deeply, tongue sliding against mine as he stayed fully seated inside me. When he pulled back just enough to speak, his eyes were locked on mine. “Don’t hold back, noodle,” he murmured, voice low and commanding. “Let Paris know how your boyfriend fucks you every night.”

I whimpered at the word, a playful smile tugging at my lips even as my body clenched around him. “Boyfriend?… I like the sound of that.”

Dylan smirked, hips rolling once, deep and deliberate. “Yeah, you are mine, Spaghetti Noodle.”

He started fucking me then, deep, dominant strokes that made the bed creak beneath us. His pace was steady and powerful, but there was a tenderness in the way he held me close, one hand cradling the back of my head while the other gripped my hip. Every thrust dragged over that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of pleasure through my entire body. I moaned loudly, no longer trying to hold back, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders.

Dylan kissed me again, slow and deep, eyes open so we stayed locked together even as our bodies moved. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips between thrusts. “Love fucking you like this. Love knowing you are finally mine.”

I moaned into his mouth, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. “I love you too,” I gasped. “So much, Dylan. Don’t stop… please don’t stop.”

He fucked me harder, possessive and rough in the best way, hips snapping forward with deep, claiming strokes. But every few thrusts he would slow down, grind against me, and kiss me tenderly, like he could not decide whether to wreck me or worship me. His hand slid between us and wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. The dual sensation was overwhelming, pleasure building fast and intense.

“Look at me,” he ordered softly, eyes never leaving mine. “I want to see you when you come.”

I held his gaze, moaning louder as he stroked me faster, fucking me deeper. The pressure inside me coiled tighter and tighter until I could not hold on any longer. I came hard with a broken cry, spilling across both our stomachs and his hand, body shaking around his cock.

Dylan groaned, thrusting through my orgasm, his own orgasm building. He buried himself deep one more time, cock pulsing as he came inside me, thick and hot, filling me completely. He kept moving slowly, drawing it out, eyes still locked on mine as he leaned down and kissed me softly.

“Happy fucking birthday, baby,” he whispered against my lips.

He stayed inside me for a moment, both of us breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. Finally he pulled out slowly, both of us hissing at the loss. He rolled onto his back and tugged me against his chest, my head resting over his heart. His hand found my hair, stroking through it gently as we lay tangled together, the city lights glowing softly through the windows.

Dylan’s voice was quiet when he spoke again. “Troy…I don’t know how to tell Jake about us… you know.”

I pressed a kiss to his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart under my lips. “It’s okay. Take your time. We don’t have to tell him anything today.”

He nodded, fingers still brushing through my hair. We stayed like that, quiet and content, bodies warm and close. This was by far the best birthday I had ever had. My best friend was here, my sister was here, and the man I loved was holding me like I was the only thing that mattered in the world. I felt completely loved and at peace.

I closed my eyes, listening to Dylan’s heartbeat, and let myself drift off wrapped safely in his arms.

This was the best birthday I could have ever asked for.

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Season 3 Bonus Episode 2 | My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan (🍑 PT Exclusive)Pride Special Bonus Scene is Now Live for Personal Trainers 🍑

This is a fun standalone bonus scene that does not affect the main storyline.Think of it as a special extra episode featuring Troy, Dylan, Becca, Jake, Stacey… and maybe a surprise appearance 👀

Set in Paris during Pride, the episode follows the group as they dive into the chaos, energy, flirting, and celebration of the Pride walk together.

Note: You can grab the full finale bundle by clicking here: My Best Friend’s Brother Dylan – Season 3 Finale Bundle

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