Ry-Dy Christmas Special 2 | Is it sex or is it more with my straight housemate?

Everyone is over the age of 18

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“Oh yeah, I’ve missed this for sure.” Dylan’s morning voice is more gravelly than it normally is. His dick is harder than usual too. He stroked my back lightly as I sucked his dick for breakfast. “The balls, boy.”

I cup his hairy balls, which I’ve drooled all over this point. The thigh that is pushed against my chest vibrates as I hum on his dick, waiting for my instructions from him.

“You want me to cum in your mouth or your ass?”

“Whereeuhv yuh van,” I mumble sloppily on his shaft. I deepthroat him, shaking my head to get him in as deep as humanly possible.

“Ohh… that’s a good boy. I think I want to fuck you.” His gravelly voice cracks. I give him another couple of sucks before I climb on top of him. Looking into his sleepy eyes and rugged beard, I hold his cock in place and sit on it. “Yeah boy, oh fuck yeah.”

Dylan licks his right hand and then caresses my hard-on as I lowered myself on him. It’s so easy to take him because he just feels so right inside of me. His hand jerking me makes my descent even smoother and I bottom out on him on the first try. 

“Does that feel good?” He flexes his cock inside me. His other hand rubs my spread thighs.

“Yes sir.” I run my hands through the forest that is his chest hair while I ride him. “I love your dick, sir.”

“We have to make up for those two days, don’t we?” Dylan gives me a brief smile before his face gets serious again. 

“You’re going to come with me home, right?” I ask, a little bit out of breath. He didn’t give me a clear response last night and we got too tired to talk about it. “Then we won’t miss any more days.”

“Yeah yeah…” Dylan ends his words with a whimper because his answer gives me renewed energy to please him. “Fucking ride that cock boy!” He bites his bottom lips and scans my body up and down as I bounce on him

“Yes sir!” I tilt my head back and moan loudly at him drilling upwards at me. “We’re going to have to…oh fuck..buy the plane tickets…soon.. oh sir..”

“Yeah for sure,” Dylan grunts. “I want to fuck you.” He slaps the inside of my thighs and I get off him. His dick comes out of me with a pop and lands on his hairy stomach.

Getting on my back, Dylan quickly got on top and put my left leg over his shoulder. He’s completely engrossed in his love-making and watches his dick as he penetrates me again. 

“Oh fuck Ry, you feel so good.” I wish I could replay the look on his face when he enters me again and again.

I lean forward to caress his chest and neck, feeling the sweat cooling down his skin. Dylan is absorbed into watching his dick pierce through me so I grab my balls and pull them forward so he can have a better view. 

“OH FUCK! That’s hot! Holy fuck!” His reaction turned me on so much. 

I’m pleasing him so well. I’m going to earn his load.

“You ready for it?!” Dylan’s mouth turns into a snarl as he drills me mercilessly. “You want my load?”

“Yes sir!” I cry out. He pushes my other leg up over his shoulder, then bends my legs forward, penetrating me profoundly. “Breed me sir!”

“Yeah?! You want it?” His body is vibrating as he pounds me. “I’m going to give it to you!”

I ran my hands through his beard, watching every bead of sweat form on his forehead as I willed him to cum inside me. His lips are so close to mine, and I can feel his hot breath panting on me. 

“Dylan,” I whisper and jut my lips up. 

His eyes open and look into my soul for a second, then he shuts them tight again and looks forward towards the headstand.

CREAK!

CREAK!

CREAK!

“Oh FUCK! FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK!*

CREAK!

“FUCK!”

CREAK!

“FUCKING! HELL!” 

I gasped at the force he was jamming himself inside me. I was speechless. I was filled.  I was stretched.

I was his.

I watched his handsome face go through all the aftershocks of the orgasm while I rubbed his arms. 

“Thank you, sir,” I said repeatedly while his face scrunched up from each remaining pulse of pleasure. “Thank you.”

“Oh God, that was long.” Dylan collapses on me and smothers me. “Good boy.”

“We’re not going to do exactly this at my parent’s place.” I chuckle, already getting suffocated from his hot body over me.

“Oh yeah.” Dylan abruptly pulls out of me. He sits up and wipes the sweat off his forehead with a couple heavy blinks. “When is that again?”

“In a week,” I say while I pick up my aching hard dick. “We should get the plane ticket sorted today.”

“Can we not talk about the plane ticket right now?” Dylan squeezes his eyes shut in a hard blink. 

“Well, if you don’t get it now, you’re going to pay a premium. You already will be, and it’ll get worse with every passing day.” The energy in the room was changing quickly.

“Just let me handle it, alright?” Dylan takes another couple of deep breaths. 

“When are you going to get it?” I ask him with an air of resignation, because I know he’s not coming. 

“Just let me –” Dylan looks down at my naked body and I feel the need to cover up with the sheet. “Let’s talk about it later.”

“Do you want to come or not?” 

Fuck, am I going to cry about this?

“I’m going to take a shower.” Dylan forms a straight line with his mouth and I can’t tell if it’s a smile or a frown. “We’ll talk about it tonight, Ry.” 

He grabs a towel from a basket on the floor and heads into the bathroom. I uncovered myself from the sheets and watched pre-cum ooze from my softened cock. Walking past the open bathroom door to my room, I slammed the door shut.

CLACK!