Ry-Dy Christmas Special 6 | I guess fucking in his parent's house wasn't the best idea

Everyone is over the age of 18

Merry Christmas!

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From Dylan’s POV

Ryan’s mom and dad picked us up from the airport. I’ve never met the family of someone I was seeing and it felt super fucking awkward to sit in their backseat knowing their son demanded to swallow my load just earlier. It’s been long enough that I know it’s in my imagination, but it feels like my dick is still wet from his mouth.

“You boys cold back there?” his dad says from the driver’s seat. I sniffle out of my mouth in humour and Ryan taps my lap discreetly from his parent’s view. It’s been a while since anyone’s called me boy. “I can turn up the heat.”

“No, I’m fine. Thanks for having me,” I say. His mom turns her head and smiles at me brightly. 

“Any special friend of Ryan is a special friend of ours,” she says with a chirp and wink.

“I haven’t shared a place with another man since I caught this fish.” His dad tilts his head towards his wife. “You boys enjoy it while it lasts.”

I look over at Ryan, wondering what he’s told them about us. Now that I’m thinking about it, I can only recall a couple times that I’ve heard him on the phone with his folks. Ryan shrugs and looks out the window as we drive.

Once we get to their modest-looking place, we unpack the trunk and roll our luggage up to the house. 

WOOF WOOF! WOOF!

“Baxter, you grandpa. Still kicking!’ Ryan bends and lets a beagle lick his face. 

“He’ll outlive all of us,” Ryan’s mom says. “We changed Ryan’s room into a study, so you boys will be staying downstairs.” 

Leading us down the stairs, Ryan’s dad opens the door to a large basement that connects to a laundry room. Inside there were two air mattresses already blown up sitting on either side of the room. 

“It’s not a 5-star hotel.” His dad pats me on the back. “I used to sleep on a pull-out futon when I was your age. I paid less rent than the other guy.” 

“It’s great, sir,” I say and see Ryan snicker in the corner of the room. 

“Bob is fine. Robert if you feel like I’m getting old. Alright, I’ll let you boys get settled in. Dinner is at 5:30.” We waited until we heard Bob’s footsteps reach the top of the stairs before speaking. 

“I really thought we were going to have to cram onto your childhood bed together.” I unzip my luggage. 

“My childhood bed? It’s a twin. Right next to my parent’s room. Not very practical for what we’re going to do.” Ryan sits on the bed that I’m next to. “Bouncy.”

It’s not even my bed, but watching him bounce on any surface merited a pause on whatever I was doing. I put the clothes back down in the open luggage and made a lunge at him. Ryan giggles and backs up on the bed until I trap him at the edge.

“I’m happy you’re here,” he says, his face an inch away from mine. I lean in to give him a kiss. “I would’ve been bored without you here.”

“You want to test out how bouncy this mattress is?” I pull his legs so he lays flat on the mattress.

“Maybe later. When they’re sleeping.” He wraps his legs around my waist in contradiction to his words. 

“Do they know?”

“That I swallow your cum daily?” Ryan jokes. “For sure.”

“I mean, about us.” I dry hump him. He’s just as excited as I am and his body moves in sync with mine.

“What about us?” Ryan looks up at me with curious eyes. “What should I tell them?” I stare thoughtfully back at him. 

I don’t know what the answer to this question is.

He strokes my beard lightly with his hand and smiles. “You look tired.”

“I am, yeah. But I’m horny.” I hump him a little harder to show him what I mean.

“Let’s take a nap. They’re out by 9 and we can do it then.” I noticed the quiver of pleasure on his lips when I pushed into his crotch. 

“A quick blowie?” I lay down next to him and spoon him. “Otherwise, you’ll have to deal with this poking you in the back.”

“No problem.” 

We dozed off shortly after. It wasn’t until there was a knock on our door that we stirred awake with Ryan in my arms. 

“Dinner, boys!” His mom’s sing-songy voice came through the door.

We went upstairs to eat with his parents. His folks are fairly nice although it seemed like Bob was more interested in the episode of Jeopardy playing in the living room than making conversation. His mom was all smiles at the two of us and shoveled more food on my plate than I could handle. 

“A big guy like you has to eat a lot,” she says merrily while serving me another portion. “Who cooks at home?”

“We take turns,” Ryan says while smiling at the interaction between his mom and me. 

“Oh good. It’s good to share the roles.” 

“That’s really enough, ma’am.” I look at the mountain of mashed potatoes on my plate. 

“Ma’am! What good manners on this man you brought home.” She beams. “He called me ma’am, Bob!” 

“Yeah,” Bob replies absent-mindedly while watching his show. 

After dinner, Ryan and I went back downstairs to the basement. There’s no couch or other chairs to sit on, so Ryan sat on his bed while taking off his shirt. Glancing behind me to see my bed on the other side of the wall, I go over and push the air mattress until it collides with Ryan’s bed. Ryan watches me silently as I do this, then pouts in a cute fashion.

“Let’s try something new.” I lay down next to him. The pout on his face transforms into the look that I know all too well. Ryan takes off his pants and straddles me. I, of course, was hard and leaking before I got my pants off. 

“Didn’t you say they sleep at 9?” I say right before I kiss him.

“I don’t care.” We both moaned as he impaled himself on me. The way I stay so hard for him and how relaxed he is for me just makes it so easy.

Fuck. What followed was a slow and sensual session of him riding me. I let him take the lead, encouraging him to pleasure himself by massaging his thighs while he bounced lightly on me. 

He’s beautiful. He’s shy when I look at him like this, but I know he likes it. Come on baby, use me the way you want. 

“I want to cum,” Ry whispers.

“I’ll cum with you.” I watched his hot body turn red. I lick my hand and stroke him, matching his sensual movements with his hips.

“I’m going to cum!” Ryan whisper-moans. I nod at him encouragingly, stroking him at a steady pace as his tight little body tenses up. Even his hole tightens around my shaft. “Fuck!”

“I’m going to cum with you. Oh shit!”

His cumshot ruined my shirt and hit my beard, but I was too busy letting his ass milk me to care. His hole pulsing around my dick felt fucking amazing as I orgasmed with him, letting our highs take over our bodies’ movements naturally.

“Oh fuck Ry…oh god…” I stifled my moan as I struggled to get in him as deep as I could. It’s never enough. It never will be.

After he calmed down, Ryan licked the cum off my beard and we made out quietly on the soft mattress.

We slept well that night. We were probably still tired from the trip, and the light fucking after dinner knocked us right out. The door slamming shut is what woke both of us up. I blinked my eyes quickly to gain consciousness while the loud thumping of footsteps went further from us. 

“What’s happening?”

“It’s my dad.” Ryan pulls my arm off him, clearly as disorientated as I am. Through the door, we could hear him and his wife muffled but clearly shouting upstairs.