Ry-Dy Christmas Special 8 | I love my housemate

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Dylan, wake up!”

It was excitement in his voice and not distress, so at least that was reassuring. Otherwise, not my favourite way to wake up during a holiday.

“Look!” 

It’s hella cold in this basement and any part of me that isn’t covered by the blanket stung a little. Ryan’s little tugs at the sheet exposed my shoulder and that woke me up fully.

“I’m up.” I sit up and shiver. “What happened?”

“It’s snowing! Let’s go see!” 

We weren’t anywhere close to being prepared to have snow, so I put on two pairs of socks, double-layered my t-shirts, and put a sweater on. Ryan at least had some old gear his mom saved, which of course would not fit me. 

“I haven’t seen this much snow in so long,” Ryan steps out in the backyard, punching holes in the crisp snow surface with his boots. I waver at the sliding door. If I knew it was going to snow, I would’ve brought my work boots.

Whump!

“Hey! Watch it!” I brush the snowball off my sweater. The snow is extremely powdery and disintegrates off me. 

Whump! I lift my right forearm just in time to block another snowball. This fucking boy. Ryan grins as he picks up more snow and molds it in his hand. The tip of his nose had turned bright red from the cold. It’s nice to see him smile again. 

Whump! 

“Ah fuck.” I quickly brush the snow off my beard. This time, it was melting quickly and the cold bit my face at the parts I couldn’t get off in time. “Ry!” 

“You’re going to have to fight back.” He taunts me and trudges further away from the door. I speedily reach down, collect a bunch of snow, and try to compact it into a ball shape. 

Whump!

Whump!

I launch my first ball but it misses him. Another one of his snowballs hit my face. 

Okay, he’s done for. 

I step out in the field of snow, immediately sinking in further than I expected. Trudging through the snow and feeling the cold seep into my shins and feet, I launch snowball after snowball at him. Ryan giggles with a child-like innocence as he fires back. 

Whump!

Whump!

With his snow boots, he’s running around faster than I am, so I am taking hits left and right. Soon, my feet were cold enough for me to surrender. I couldn’t feel my fingers either.

“Alright!” I hold my hands up. “I’m freezing my tits off.” 

Ryan laughs and runs towards me. About 4 feet away from me, he pauses and looks behind my shoulder with a surprised expression.

WHUMP!

The snowball explodes on Ryan’s face and I burst out laughing. I look behind me to see his dad Bob trotting towards me. Wearing a beanie and with his nose red as Rudolph, their family resemblance is uncanny. Bob pats me on the back as he comes up to me and he hands me something.

A pair of his gloves.

“Equality, right?” Bob says, steaming up the air in front of him.

“Oh you’re dead now, Ry.” I give him a head start to run as I put on the gloves. I reached down and packed the biggest snowball that would fit in my palms. Revenge is going to be so sweet. 

After an hour or so of destroying the pretty white surface in the background, I tickle Ryan as he walks down the stairs in front of me. 

“I’m going to fall!” 

“You’re wearing so many clothes, you’ll just bounce off the stairs.” I make another little jab into his puffy jacket. His giggling is so cute, and I always thought him being ticklish was psychological. How could he even feel my fingers through his clothes? 

“Boys! Put your clothes in the dryer or they’re going to stink!” His mom calls out from the top of the stairs. We get into the basement and close the door behind us. Entering the laundry room, I peel my wet socks and throw them at him.

“Jokes on you, I like that,” Ryan pretends to sniff my soaking wet socks before throwing them into the dryer. He attempts to take off his jacket, but his zipper gets stuck. I take off my gloves and help him, succeeding in opening his jacket after a couple of rough tugs. 

“There we go,” I say, helping him take off his jacket.

Ryan looks up at me and we kiss. Despite wearing more clothes, his lips were still colder than mine. It was such an interesting sensation to suck on his cold lips when just a little more inside his mouth was a warmth that felt fantastic. We made out silently as we took off the rest of our damp clothes and threw them into the dryer. 

“Oof…cold.” His freezing hands grab my shaft. “My underwear isn’t wet.”

“You know what, we haven’t used ice yet.” I shiver as he goes down to my balls with his icy fingers. 

“I don’t think I want to.” I chuckle as I kiss him again. Ryan pulls down my boxers and I do the same thing to him. When he tosses them in the dryer, he turns around to turn on the machine.

Oh I have to. I just have to

WHIRRRRR! The dryer is fairly loud in the small enclosed room. 

I just have to. That ass is perfect. 

The way he lingers there tells me that he wants it too. Ryan looks over his shoulder with a little wink at me.

“What are you waiting for?” A little arch in the back makes all the difference.

God, he makes me hard.

I place myself between his stance and aim my cock at his hole. Ryan dips his head down as I penetrate him with my leaky dick.

“Ry.” I stroke his brown hair and he looks behind his shoulder again. I lean in to kiss him and push into him. “Oh…Ry…”

His ass feels as hot as fire.

WHIRRRRR! I could feel him moaning through my hand on his throat but I couldn’t hear him. I push in and out gently with my cock until I sink into him fully. 

I love him.

“I want to see your face,” I say in his ear.

“WHAT?” Ryan shouts over the dryer’s sound. I laugh to myself and pull out. He turns around and I lift him halfway up to the dryer. The vibration of the machine made him vibrate too. To prevent him from slipping off, I push my cock 

All

The

Way

Back

In

Holy shit.

I fuck him against the dryer, absorbed by the way his head thrashes. He keeps his eyes on me as best as he can as I increase the speed. I pump into him. 

Again.

And.

Again.

I love him.

The cold dissipates from my body and is replaced with a burning sensation that flashes through my body, making me sweat. I focus my strength on holding him up and pounding him. 

I love him!

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?”

“What?” Ryan asks. He’s busy hanging on to the top of the dryer, but reaches out with his left hand to feel my chest hair.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” I ask louder. I fuck him exactly in the spot that I know drives him wild. 

“What?!” he mouths at me. 

I balance his leg with my forearm while I yank the dryer door open. 

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?!” I shout into the silence. His eyes opened wide and he opened his mouth to respond.

“I’m going to cum!”

Not what I was expecting…

“Dylan, I’m going to cum!” He looks down at his untouched rigid cock. “Oh…OH…OHHH!”

I drill him as hard as I can, deciding to give him the rest of what I have for this final moment. Cum comes out of him in jets, landing first on his chest and then his stomach. I watch the red spread from the middle of his chest outwards.

So beautiful.

“I’m cumming too!” I grunt. “Ryan, I love you! Oh GOD!!!” The orgasm hits me like a heart attack, causing me to lose my footing and stumble forward. I nearly fall out of him but manage to stay in as he clammers to stay on the machine. Ryan rubs my arms as I spasm inside him, encouraging me to seed him deep. 

“I love you too, Dylan. I love you too.” My feet slide on the flooring as I feebly try to get deeper inside and give him all that I have. I tear at his limbs until I’m reduced to a weak whimpering shell of a man.

I love him.

“And yes. A thousand times yes.” His words make me sob into his soft skin.