The Wrong Brother
by Clark Wayne
Colt rutted deep and slow into Dylan from behind. Each thrust called up a grunt from Dylan’s mouth. Colt grabbed him from behind, his hand on Dylan’s forehead, pulling him back.
“You’re fucking wet, bro. How long since he fucked you?”
“A couple hours ago.”
“Tell me. Who’s better? Me or my brother?” Colt growled low and deep into his ear.
Dylan’s mouth agape. His breathing heavy. “Fuck…” He gasped. “Oh my god, bro.” He’d been rutted before but not like this.
“Tell me.” Colt thrusted in hard for emphasis. “Me or my brother?”
Dylan was feeling so much pleasure. There was no doubt who was the best. “YOU! Oh fuck me, you. You’re better.”
“Fucking right I am.” Dylan could hear Colt’s cocky smirk.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Dylan begged in his breathy, heaving voice.
Colt licked his ear. “Tell me how much you love getting fucked by me.” His voice was so sexy, seductive, masculine.
Between grunts, Dylan replied, “Ugh… I… ugh… love the way you…ugh, fuck me.”
“Good boy.” The words made Dylan swoon. Colt felt him tighten up. “Oh, you like being a good boy, Dylan? Huh?” Dylan sighed. “Does my brother call you a good boy?”
“No.”
“That’s because he doesn’t give a shit about you.” Colt’s tone was angry. “But I do!” He hammered inside of Dylan for emphasis. It made Dylan yelp. “I knew you’d be a good boy and I’ve been looking for a good boy like you.”
“He’s my boyfriend, bro,” Dylan whimpered.
Colt blew a gust of air from his nose in amusement. Hearing a guy like Dylan whimpering with a dick in his ass was exhilarating. Colt watched his back muscles tense and flex. He looked down at Dylan’s round muscular ass and his own dick that sawed away in and out of it. God, he wanted this guy so fucking bad. It was an obsession for him. An obsession since the second they met.
Colt slowed his pull. Whispering into his ear, “Fuck him. He doesn’t want a boyfriend. He wants a fuck boy. He’s cheating on you all the fucking time.”
Dylan felt the big cock inside of him slow, feeling every inch. “No…,” Dylan looked back at him. “No, he’s not.”
“Bro, he’s cheating on you right now. You know where he is this second?”
Dylan hesitated. “Working.”
“Nah, bro. Dude is boning some faggot from his team.”
“Who?”
Colt kissed him on the neck. “Last name is Harris or something.”
“What? Harris? He’s not gay.”
“I heard Jackson talking to him on the phone. You’d think if he was gonna cheat, he would at least text so no one would hear him doing it.”
Colt felt his balls churn. The more he listened to the muscular jock under him whimper and grunt, the closer he got to exploding inside of him. Dylan felt it too. He felt the cock inside of him plump, expand, filling him.
“How could you be so fucking stupid?” He felt Dylan flinch at the insult and it triggered him. “Oh shit… FUCK!” Colt shoved in and grunted as he flooded Dylan’s ass with jizz.
Dylan felt the warm fluid course through his body. It made Dylan cum without touching himself. Jackson had never made him cum without touching himself. Colt hit something in him, literally and figuratively. Colt pushed Dylan down onto his stomach and followed him down. His chest feeling all of Dylan’s muscles in his back.
They were both quiet for a while, breathing hard.
Finally, Dylan broke the silence. “You’re lying.”
Colt guffawed. “No. You’re in denial. I’m his brother. I’ve known him all my life. He does this with all his boyfriends. Why he even has boyfriends is a joke. He’s constantly dick deep in a different ass all the time. You’re his exact type. He just fucking wants attention.”
“He loves me and I love him,” Dylan whispered. He sounded like he was trying to convince himself.
“Loves you?” Colt scoffed. “Bro, he really fucked with your head. The only person he loves is himself.” He chuckled. “And what about you? Bro, you just got fucked by another guy, his brother no less. So much for you loving him.”
Dylan closed his eyes. He shook his head. “This is your fault. You knew what to say, what to do.”
“And you fucking let me. No offense, but you’re a little bitch, bro. You’ll do whatever any hot dude tells you. Have some self respect. You’re a smoke show, bro. You can have whoever you want. You don’t need to put up with an asshole who is clearly using you for your ass. The fact that you’re a full-on bottom is hotter than you know. A dude shows you some muscle and you automatically throw your legs in the air.”
Dylan heard the words and knew what he was being told was true. He’d always known it was true. He just didn’t like it. Ever since he realized he was gay, he felt “out of his skin.” He knew the way he looked. It didn’t fit with his persona. At first, he was ashamed he was so malleable, so submissive. When he came to terms with his sexuality, he got fucked once and never looked back. Colt was correct. Any hot dude that wanted him, he was on his back and legs up, begging to get fucked.
When he met Jackson it was like meeting his wet dream come true. Jackson was a jock, muscular, tall, built like a stud. He was also a sweet talker. He told Dylan everything he wanted to hear. He showered him with compliments, reassurances, small kisses but with masculine energy. Dylan couldn’t get enough of it. Couldn’t get enough of the raw, masculine energy that Jackson fucked into him every day.
“I’m not like that!”
“Now who’s lying?”
“Why are you doing this?”
Colt rolled off of him. He ran his hands over Dylan’s abs, caressing them. “Because I can,” he replied quietly, matter of factly. “My brother may be a dick but we do have one thing in common. We’re fucking alpha. He’s good. I’m better. And I know a good thing when I see it. You deserve better.” He paused. “You deserve me.”
Dylan wondered if Colt was just another version of his brother telling him what he wanted to hear. “Why the fuck do I deserve you?”
Colt looked at him with sincere concern. He became sweeter, gentler. “Because, Dylan, I know what you want. You don’t act like it but you’re a romantic. You want a boyfriend. You want someone who will treat you well. You want a dude who will tell you you’re fucking beautiful every day. You want a dude who will protect you and take care of you even though you don’t need it. I see you. My brother doesn’t. And, you’re a good boy. You’re everything I want in a guy. And I’m everything you need. I knew the second I met you that you were the one for me. I just had to wait until my brother got bored, which was about a week by the way. Well, today is the day. You figured that since he and I are brothers, we must be the same. The only way we’re the same is the way we look.” He paused as his fingers combed through Dylan’s hair that fell over his forehead. “But I want you and I’m not afraid to tell you. I’ll tell you every fucking day. I won’t tell you what you want to hear. Everything I tell you will be the truth.”
Colt came out way before his brother. Everyone was shocked. Colt was a big time athlete. He played football. He was homecoming king and prom king. Every girl wanted him. So when he came out, it was a big deal. Because he was who he was, dudes hooked up with him just because of that. All they wanted to do was say Colt Atkins fucked them. For a while, Colt liked it. He had any dude he wanted. He got his fill of ass. When he finally did get sick of the countless hook ups, he searched for guys that fit his taste to settle down with. He liked big, masculin, muscle head jocks who were submissive, eager to please, liked to call him Daddy sometimes when they had sex. They were hard to find. He had a guy for a short time who fit his criteria but the kid graduated college and moved across the country for work. Colt was devastated. When he eventually recovered, he searched of his next good boy. When he met Dylan, his search was over.
Dylan had tears in his eyes. He couldn’t believe this rough-around-the-edges, ruggedly handsome, big, strong, silent type was bearing his soul. He actually thought Colt didn’t like him. Whenever Jackson brought him around, Colt barely looked at him, and when he did, he sneered. But now he realized Colt was sneering at his brother, not Dylan.
“Fuck. That was the most incredible thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“And I fucking mean it.” He poked his forefinger on Dylan’s chest. “You have to break up with him. Today. And you fucking tell him why. And you fucking tell him you’re with me now. Trust me, he’ll be mad for two minutes and then he’ll just fucking walk away. He can have any dude and he knows it. He knows I know him. He knows you would be better off with me.”
“But what if he comes after you.”
“Don’t you worry about me. I’m older and bigger. We’ve had fights over lesser things than this.”
“You want me to tell him today? That I’m suddenly with his brother?”
“Yes. Tell him. But not right now. You could call him but he won’t answer. He’s dropping a load in that Harris kid as we speak.”
“I can’t fucking believe this. What a fucking asshole.”
“Bro, you are fucking his brother,” he laughed. “You don’t have much room to talk.”
“Point taken.” He laughed.
Colt’s face turned stern. He took Dylan’s chin is his hand and turned his head towards him. “But I’ll tell you right now, you let anyone dick you, there will be hell to pay. I will fuck up any guy who touches you. So, don’t even think about other dudes. Understand?”
Dylan scoffed. “You fucked your own brother’s boyfriend.”
“I fucked what’s rightfully mine. There’s a difference.”
“Makes me wonder why I didn’t date you in the first place.”
“Because you just hadn’t met me yet.”
