Ry-Dy 3 | I Get My Housemate's Cum Straight From The Source (Full 4 part story arc)

All characters are over the age of 18.

First Story Arc | Second Story Arc

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Fuck. I had fucked up big time.

I said the wrong name during sex with my boyfriend. Who the fuck actually does that?! I thought this kind of thing only happened in movies…

Fuck

Naturally, he broke up with me. I had broken his heart, and like any reasonable person he had ended things. I couldn't even be angry at him for it.

And I can't deny it either. I was thinking of someone else while getting fucked. And that person...

Dylan... My housemate. My straight housemate with a serious girlfriend. I'm such a fucking idiot… Yeah, I think Dylan knows I've got the hots for him and he does tease me literally any chance he gets... but I don't love him. I don't know why I said what I did. Pure, horny stupidity.

I rub my forehead lying on the living room couch. There's no fixing it. Not until Damien, my boyfri... my ex-boyfriend replies to my many missed calls at least.

I hear the rustling of keys at the door, and a couple of seconds later, I hear Dylan come in. He has these heavy workman boots, so his steps are always characteristically loud on our hardwood floors.

"You doing ok Ry?" He calls out from the kitchen. It sounds like he's putting groceries down with the rustling of plastic bags.

"Mmm," I grunt out and open my eyes, quickly checking my phone again to see if Damien has texted me back. Nope. I go back to covering my eyes and wondering what I can do to make things right.

"Hey." Dylan's voice is now very close. I lift my hand off my face and peer at him. He's holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and a bottle of vodka in the other. "Choose your poison."

"Neither" I cover my eyes again and sigh.

"Nope. You've already moped around for a week. It's time" Dylan insists. "If you don't choose one I will choose for you."

I groan loudly with my eyes closed as I hear the sounds of glasses clinking and liquids pouring generously.

"Come on Ry" His hand appears, ruffling my hair. The strong smell of alcohol and juice is in the air. I finally give in and sit up. He hands me a full glass. “Screwdriver”, he says with a mischievous glint in his eye. I take one sip and instantly choke at the immediate burning sensation.

"This is .." I cough " ...strong"

"You need it. It'll put some hair on your chest" He tips the bottom of my glass up and pours about half of it down my throat.

I put the glass down, feeling my head rush with a fuzzy sensation. I must be making a face, because Dylan starts laughing at me. He grabs the glass I had put down and swallows the rest of its contents in one gulp.

"Easy." He says smiling, before pouring another glass.

I sit there, savouring the burning feeling coming from the centre of my body. Man, I am done feeling like such a fuck up. I quickly grab the glass that Dylan had just poured and slug it down in one go.

"WHOA, buddy!" Dylan says in surprise, raising his thick eyebrows. He's hot. He's very, very hot. His chest hair is peaking out the neck of his shirt as per usual and he has just trimmed his beard so he's looking very fresh and...

And...

And...

My eyes begin welling up as I think about sweet Damien, who did nothing wrong and was honestly the best boyfriend I could have asked for. All the memories we had together…

"Do NOT cry" Dylan says with a stern tone as he pours out another glass. "You’ve done enough of that this week already." He sits next to me and I lean my head on his right shoulder.

"We all fuck up," Dylan says softly. I haven't told him what really happened of course. I mean, how could I?

We sit in silence for a while watching whatever is on TV. The alcohol is really starting to kick in now and the sadness is ebbing away. We joke and laugh like everything is normal for a bit.

"Hey, how did you know you were gay?"

"How did you know you were straight?" I retort tipsily.

"I love eating pussy" He laughs.

"And I love sucking dick" I reply, joining in his laughter. We clink glasses and drink some more.

"Dude I wish Katy loved sucking dick.."

"She must be a lesbian" I cut him off, really feeling the buzz now.

"I think I take too long to finish or something" He continues after laughing. "She always says her jaw hurts"

"Maybe you just have a big cock" I murmur thoughtfully, my head still on his shoulder.

Ah fuck. What the fuck did I just say.

"I mean you could always just jerk off till you're close and then let her finish it" I ramble on, hoping to distract him from what I had just said.

"I don't think she likes the taste of jizz"

"WHAT?" I sit up, actually in shock. His cum tastes so good. I've tasted it so many times from his cum rags now that I actually crave it.

Dylan shrugs and finishes off his drink. "I've never cummed in her mouth. Or any chick's mouth actually."

"What?!" I repeat, looking incredulously at him. “No way!”

"Honestly! Wanna be my first?" Dylan jokes while pouring another drink.

"Yeah"

Ah fuck. Yeah, I'm really drunk now.

"Yeah I bet you would like it" He laughs and winks at me. I know he knows I eat his cum. I'm almost sure he leaves it out for me.

"I would like it". The alcohol has given me liquid courage. And a raging boner.

"Sure…" Dylan's eyes focus on the TV, taking another sip from his drink and putting his feet on the table. I want to suck his cock. I want to suck his cock right now.

I grab my phone and clumsily unlock it. I quickly find Pornhub and put the first straight video I see on it and cast it to the TV.

"Whoa Ry!" He looks at me in shock. I want his cum. Right now. From the source. Right now.

"Just jerk off, and you can finish in my mouth," I say breathlessly.

"You're drunk dude" he half laughs, shaking off how direct I’m being.

The sound of the porno is in the background, and I see Dylan shifting his eyes to the porn slowly. I think I chose a good video for him. High-pitched moans fill the room. He likes it…I can tell by the look in his eyes.

"Just try it." I attempt to persuade him. "Don't you wanna feel what it's like to cum in a warm mouth?"

"Uhh..." His eyes are fixed on the porno, and he reaches into his pants to adjust himself. His cheeks are a bit rosy, and a bead of sweat forms on his temple.

"Just once!" I insist. "Just jerk off and let me know when you're close."

Dylan turns his head to make eye contact with me. I stare right into his eyes, trying to convince him with my gaze. After what seems like an eternity, his lip slowly curls into a little smirk and he shrugs.

"Sure, Fuck it."

Oh, my, god… He begins unzipping his fly and digs his hand inside, eventually pulling out a thick, juicy cock from his boxer's opening. Even half soft, he's big.

He starts stroking himself, unbuttoning his pants to make himself comfier. I watch his uncut cock grow and expand, stiffening until it stands proudly at about 7 inches of girthy meat. I swallow hungrily. I'm about to get the cum straight from the source.

Finally

Dylan strokes himself, focusing on the TV and I watch as his foreskin passes up and down his pre-cum slicked head. He switches hands and puts his right arm behind him on the couch where I am waiting impatiently. I barely resist the urge to bury myself completely in his pit and grab his cock.

Too soon for that.

Dylan scrunches his nose a bit and his breathing quickens. I notice the slight pursing of his lips as his eyes narrow. He's getting closer. My throbbing boner aches dully in my pants and the alcohol pounds in my head.

"You ready for it?" Dylan asks without looking at me.

"Fuck yeah," I half moan. I tear my eyes away from his face tracing down his chest hair and watch him fucking his hand passionately, his moving foreskin revealing a thick pearl of precum. I subconsciously lick my lips and my mouth begins watering at the anticipation of tasting him.

"Oh Fuck, here it cums" He grunts. I quickly make a dive for it, swallowing his thick uncut cock whole. I moan at the first taste of him and his precum, and I suck hungrily. His musky scent fills my lungs as I breathe him in and please him at the same time. I groan into his cock, feeling deep satisfaction that I finally know what his meat tastes like after so long of fantasizing about him.

"Careful, I'm going to cum," He pants from above me. As if that's not what I'm trying to get him to do. His hand grips the base of his cock. His body tenses from the impending orgasm.

I tear his hand off of his cock and begin deep-throating him aggressively. I hear a gasp from above me but I keep going… I want his cum.. in me...

Right now!

"Ohhh FUCK Ry!" He groans loudly from above me and his hot juices powerfully flood my mouth. I moan desperately at his familiar taste. All those times I scavenged for his old cum and finally…

FINALLY!

I suck him like I'm trying to extract every bit of essence out of him, milking his cock expertly with suction and tongue as he shoots an immense load into my willing mouth.

The taste of his cum. Oh my god. The taste of his fucking juices.

I can’t stop sucking him.

"Oh god damn!" His body is writhing, his tummy pushing into my face as he lifts himself off the couch with the force of the orgasm.

I continue deep-throating him throughout, his body shaking violently.

Fuck!

Fuuuckkk!

Swallowing down all his cum, I slowly sink down to the base, my nose in the fabric of his pants. His cock twitches in my mouth and I nurse it gently with my tongue.

"Oh..." His voice shaky. "...oh..."

I increase the suction, pulling up slowly, I hear him take a deep breath in.

His wet dick comes out of my mouth with a plop. I sigh, catching my breath and swallowing the rest of his juices that linger in my mouth.

I look up at him and he looks at me. We burst out laughing in our drunken state, and he pushes my chest, making me fall backwards into the couch as we continue laughing.

"Fuck, you weren't kidding about loving to suck dick." he laughs.

"It tastes so good."

"It's better fresh huh?" Dylan shoves his cock back in his pants with a sly grin.

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PART 2: I Soothe My Housemate's Hangover with a Blowjob

I wake up with a pounding headache to the daylight filtering into my room. It's like there's pressure in my head that's just pushing to be released, even if it means my head has to explode to make it happen.  My throat is also so dry but I don't feel like I have the will to get out of bed to get a glass of water

Oh yeah, that's right. Me and Dylan drank way too much last night. Screwdriver after screwdriver after screwdriver...until it ended with him cumming in my mouth.

My dick starts to stir as soon as I think about last night, even though the rest of my body is unwilling to move a single inch. I loved the way his big fat cock tasted, even though I only got to suck it for a couple seconds before he nutted.  And his juices ...

Fuck his juices…

The way he writhed around, shoving his cock deeper in my throat while I hungrily slurped up every drop of white gold he gave me. I can still taste him right now.

The glorious bittersweet warm streams of his essence

The way his thick dick twitched in my mouth with his heavy breathing above me.

Fuck.

I hump my bed a bit, rubbing my hard-on on the mattress while replaying last night over and over again in my mind.

"RY! YOU AWAKE?" Dylan's voice comes from across our thin walls.

"Yeah." I croak out. My voice is completely shot.

"I'M HUNGOVER AS SHIT MAN!"

He's being way too loud for my headache. I close my eyes again to see if the pounding in my head will carry me off back to my sleep. Listening to some groaning and movement from Dylan's room, my bedroom door opens a few seconds later.

"Let's get some breakfast."

I groan and cover my head with my blanket.

"I'll buy. And I'll drive."

I am pretty hungry. I sit up, feeling absolutely horrible, and blink my eyes at Dylan. He stands there in a white tank top, his furry chest coming out in curls above the low neckline. His beard is rough and looks almost as messy as his brown hair. The daylight brings out red tints in his beard and I realized he’s handsome even when hungover.

"Come on Ry" He leans against the door frame as I slowly make my way out of bed and put on whatever clothes I can find on the floor.

We are silent until we start eating our food at the diner, devouring the heaps of pancakes, bacon, eggs and coffee in front of us. There we start to come alive again, feeling the greasy breakfast sooth our headaches.

"Please do not make me drink that much again" I complain to him, and he flashes me a cheeky smile. I don’t think he feels guilty at all.

"You didn't complain last night" Dylan says as he gobbles down more bacon. "Looked like you kind of enjoyed it" He says between munches.

Is he talking about drinking to get over my ex or ... his cum in my mouth?

"It's not like you spat it out" He shrugs while looking at his plate "I wouldn't have forced you to swallow it"

I stare at him intently, trying to figure out if he wants to talk about what happened last night or not. But he doesn't say anything else, and continues to eat the rest of his breakfast. The teasing is so frustrating but I feel like I can’t say anything that wouldn’t make things incredibly awkward. I drink more of my coffee, enjoying the sensation of the caffeine battling the ebbing waves of my headache.

After Dylan gets the bill like he promises, we get back in his black truck and he blasts the air conditioning on high as soon as he ignites the car. The heatwave is still happening and even with a short walk from the diner, he’s already started sweating from his forehead.

"Still hot as balls huh?" His messy beard rustling a bit in the air stream. Dylan pulls at the neck of his tank, fanning himself a bit and letting me see deeper into his dark and plentiful chest hair.

God he’s sexy. And I think he's teasing me again. He must be. He wants me to say something about last night.

Right?

"So last night..." He starts and my heart comes to a halt "...was different"

"It was...different." I confirm. But not bad... right?

"That was probably the best head I've ever gotten, from what I can remember anyways" He chuckles and strokes his beard, smoothing out the stray hairs a bit.

"Well if you've never cummed from a blowjob before, I'm sure that was pretty intense"

Dylan turns his head and stares at me "Oh shit Ry, did I tell you that?"

I nod.  And your juices taste delicious coming out of your dick. All those times I've eaten your old cum from your cumrags and finally I got the glorious taste of it straight out of your meaty balls.

And I want it again.

I look down to see I'm being too obvious with my boner. Thankfully it is not too bad in my black shorts.

"Fuck" Dylan rubs his forehead "Yeah dude it's weird... I didn't expect to cum in your mouth...even though that's what we said we were going to do ... "His eyes scrunch up for a second like he's in pain. "Damn those screwdrivers really did a number on me"

I can make it better. I know exactly how I can make it better. My dick throbs in my underwear.

"You ever have hungover sex?" I ask, trying to keep my tone casual.

"Me? No, Katy is never in the mood after a night of drinking. But sometimes I wake up with this huge boner..." His voice trails off as he rubs his forehead again.

"Me too. A good cum usually helps the headache" I gulp, surprised at my own bravery. But I want his dick in my mouth. I have to taste it again. I need to swallow his cum again.

I need it.

Dylan chuckles while looking down. "Man, I wish I was gay. You guys are down to fuck anytime."

My heart pounds more. Now. This is the moment. Now. Don't chicken out. Go for it Ryan. You want it. He wants it. Do it now.

I reach out a trembling hand and set it on his bare knee, exposed by his shorts. He glances up at me silently, but his eyes tell a different story. There's a want in there. A desire. I shift my hands a bit up his thigh, and his eyes continue their unwavering lock with mine.

I raise an eyebrow at him ever so slightly, hoping he would get the hint and give me something. Anything. Anything to let me know that he wants this.

Anything

Without breaking eye contact, Dylan tilts his head slightly downwards and then back up again. Barely a movement and certainly not enough to be called a nod.

But it's a nod.

I crawl on the seat and get on my knees, trembling from the excitement of what's about to happen. We both fumble with his shorts in the tight front seat space, and his crotch thrusts up at me as he lifts his ass to pull down his shorts. I moan at the waves of sweaty man musk that comes off his groin and I grab his soft cock greedily and put it in my mouth.  I suck at him eagerly, pulling at the base of his cock with my lips and stretching his member out.

He hasn't showered since last night so I can still taste my own spit on him. And he still tastes so fucking good. I moan again as I swallow him down, rubbing the left side of my face into his rough pubes.

I grab his balls with my right hand and rub my thumb through the sac, feeling his balls roll around slightly.

"Oh!" He gasps when I do that, and his dick starts ballooning in my mouth, expanding quickly until it fills my mouth. I circle my thumb up his balls, drooling on his cock and worshiping the hardening cock. My desire to please his cock is overwhelming my senses and all of my thoughts, even when it's already in my mouth. I want him deeper inside me. Deeper!

I need him to cum. I need him to fucking cum. I need him to fucking nut in my mouth and let me swallow it.

I deep throat him again, and my heart swells with satisfaction as I feel him shudder slightly.

"Fuck Ry... it's ..."

I come up for a split second and then give him 3 rapid sucks, following the natural curve of his hard cock.

"Oh ... that's good... OH!" I deep throat him and rub his balls. "Fuck!" The satisfaction from hearing his moans is giving me all the motivation to keep worshiping his shaft.

Without giving him a break, I start to suck him aggressively, swirling up and down his cock. I need him to stay this hard. The hardness of his thick cock is addicting to me and I savour every part of his delicious cock with my tongue as I slurp up and down his length.

Cupping his balls, I swirl up his cock and suck on the head of his dick. “Oh god…”  I see Dylan's hairy thighs tense up as he lifts himself out of the seat, like he's trying to get more of his meat in my warm and willing mouth.

I come off and lean on his clothed stomach, admiring the beautiful dick in front of me that I have wanted to suck for so long. It glistens with my saliva, and as I stroke it, the foreskin comes down just enough to show the head and slit.

Fuck I love this cock.

I swallow it down again, and his resulting moan makes my cock throb in my shorts. Dylan starts to thrust his hips up at me and I don’t need another sign. I position myself better on my crouched position, ignoring the pain in my jaw and my knees. His cock comes out of my mouth while I shift and I stroke it with my right hand, hungrily swallowing it down as soon as I get into position.

I bob my head quickly up and down, satisfied that his cock is still rock solid in my mouth. I moan again at how much pleasure I’m receiving from servicing him.

"Oh fuck... " Dylan's body begins to vibrate "Keep going like this"

I moan again and continue to suck him at the same speed. My jaw is killing me, but I can't stop.

Not until he cums. Not until I get every drop of juice I can from him.

"Oh!" I rub his balls as best as I can with my neck going at high speeds up and down his engorged dick. He's so thick right now. So hard. So fucking hard.

"Just like that…'' He strains out, vibrating against the left side of my face "...just like that…" he repeats breathlessly.

My heart pounds out of my chest as I keep up my rhythm. My cock is burning in my pants too. I'm so close. I'm so close to earning his cum. I need his cum. I need it!

Please! Please! Please!

"MmMmMm" I moan at how much I love to serve his cock.

"Here it cum..." Another strained breath from Dylan above me "AH!"

Jets of cum fill my mouth rapidly. Delicious man juice. I moan out again at my success and continue my job of sucking him up and down, working the pole to make his orgasm better.

"OHH god fuck RY!" His hand is on my back gripping my shirt, only encouraging me to suck harder on his cock and to increase the suction to extract his cum from deep within his balls.

I deep throat him once more and feel satisfied at the resulting shiver and twitch I get from him. I rub his balls gently and swallow down whatever is left in my mouth. His bittersweet essence is all I can taste and I feel my cock release precum into my underwear while savouring his taste. I slowly suck up the shaft, wondering if there are any last drops I can get out of him.

"Uhhhh.." Dylan groans and pushes my head down until I'm deep throating him again. His big hand stays softly on my head and I relax, submitting my throat to him.

"Well that felt fucking good" He sighs above me. "You good?"

"Mmmhmm" I say with his softening cock in my mouth and his pubes on my cheek.

He ruffles the back of my head and I rub his balls again

"We gotta go. Katy's waiting for me" He lets go of my head.

Oh yeah. Katy. I tongue his cock one more time before coming up, trying to get the last taste in case it’s the last time.

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PART 3: My Housemate Unloads His Stress Into My Mouth

My mind is racing 100 kilometers an hour as I blankly stare at the images passing by on the TV. I can't focus on anything else, because there's only one thing that's on my mind.

Sucking Dylan cock twice this week after fantasizing about it for so long. After burying my nose in his dirty underwear in secret behind his back. After licking up his old cum whenever I get a chance to.

I have to suck it again. I have to.

My dick starts to inflate while thinking about Dylan's course pubes on my cheek and his thick uncut cock filling up my mouth. The tastes of the strings of cum he shot into my mouth linger in my mind and I recall how I swallowed it down like I was dying of thirst.

I need his cum again. I need his fucking cum again. I NEED his cum.

I stroke my hard cock absentmindedly, trying to create the details of his low hanging hairy balls in my mind's eye.

He's out with his girlfriend Katy tonight. Katy, I scoff to myself, who should be servicing that man from head to toe every single day but can't even be bothered to suck him to completion.

I can do that for him. Every day. Anytime he wants. From the morning he wakes up to when he goes to bed. I'd extract cum out of him until he shot blanks, convulsing and groaning in pleasurable pain at the empty contraction that would wrack his body.

I sigh in frustration. Dylan is probably going to fuck his girlfriend tonight and then he won't be horny, which means there's nothing I can do to tempt him in busting another load for me.

Might as well finish myself now. I close my eyes, visualizing how his dick felt in my mouth when I blew him in his truck. Stroking faster and faster, I reach out with my right hand towards the tissue box.

"Keep going....just like that..." I can still hear his pleasure strained voice in my head. I speed up my fist, grabbing a couple tissues from the box and placing it right in front of my dick head. "Don't stop... just like that...'' with his stomach vibrating against the side of my face. I bring myself to the edge, getting ready to let myself go when I imagine his cumshot.

The sound of jingling keys outside the door makes me jump up a bit from the couch and it brings me off the brink of orgasm.

Dylan's home.

Or maybe not? It's a lot of fumbling with the lock for someone who should have the right keys.

I crumple tissues and throw them into the garbage and adjust my pants and shirt. Peering through the keyhole, I see it is Dylan, who has his forehead leaning on the door. He looks absolutely wasted.

As I peer through the little glass to see what other clues I can find about his night, the door unlocks and swings open, knocking me on the forehead and pushing me stumbling backwards.

Dylan comes in, completely oblivious to the fact that I'm holding my forehead and starts taking off his heavy black shoes.

"Ry!" He roars when he finally notices me. I give him a quick smile while trying to blink away the remaining pain at the front of my skull.

"How are ya?" He stumbles over and hugs me, squeezing me so tight he almost lifts me off the ground. His beard scratches against the right side of my face and his burning cheek exudes heat off onto me.

"...good..." I force out with a lack of air. He lets go and I take in a big gasp of air. Hot, very hot, I think to myself as I catch my breath.

Up close, I look into his eyes and see something hidden behind the drunken stupor. As much as I want to make a move on him, something isn't right. And he's my friend after all.

"You ok?" I ask "Where's Katy?"

He breaks eye contact with me, looking at the floor while scoffing. "You know, women." He turns and starts to open every cabinet looking for the glasses.

"Here" I duck under his arms and open the right cabinet, and he pulls out two glasses. Pouring two shots of whiskey, he hands one to me.

"I'm good" I had just gotten over my last hangover.

He shoves the glass at me while narrowing his eyes, and I oblige him. We clink the glasses and down the alcohol. The burning sensation of the whiskey sets aflame my throat and brings some tears to my eyes.

"What do you mean - women?" I ask curiously, coughing a bit at the alcohol.

"You know! Women" He pours himself another glass "Well I guess you wouldn't know"

I make a shrugging sign and he downs another shot and puts the glass down. Slapping his rosy cheeks a bit, he looks at me with serious eyes.

"She wants to get married. And I said later, in the future. And she flipped out at me. Said I was wasting her time and - " His sentence is interrupted by a burp " - She dumped me"

"Oh..." I stand there speechless.

What the fuck do I say? I have to say something. I can't just stand there like an idiot.

"Dylan..." I search for my words with the alcohol heat reaching my head.

"Yeah fuck her" Dylan leans back on the kitchen counter. "Fuck her and all her bitch ass friends"

"I'm sorry Dylan"

"Whatever man. Good riddance." He says angrily "She was a fucking pillow princess too. Couldn't ride a dick to save her life"

He unbuttons his plaid shirt, revealing his white tank top underneath and eventually pulling off the plaid. Dylan scratches at his chest hair, still in the midst of his angry rant.

"And I spent so much money on her too,  and she always complains that my job isn't good enough."

These are all secrets I had never heard from him before, so I listen intently although my attention is split. Everytime he goes to scratch his head or wipe his forehead of sweat, I get a full view of deep and hairy pits, matted together from his sweat.

"Good riddance then" I say softly while admiring his wide shoulders, and how thick his body is. Just pure man meat in front of me.

When my eyes travel back up to his square jaw, I lock gaze with his green eyes again. A couple of awkward silence follows as we stare at each other in the kitchen. His thick eyebrows stay in their intense position as he opens his mouth.

"Suck my dick"

I must have heard wrong. What?!

But actions speak louder than words, and he's already unbuttoning his pants. I shake my head, wondering if I'm too drunk and imagining things.

He steps out of his pants and stands there in his blue boxers. The same ones I've eaten old cum off. I scan the front of it, looking for any bulges or stains or ....

Anything

"What are you waiting for?" he leans back on the kitchen counter. I can't believe how forward he's being. He must be absolutely wasted to be so without inhibition. "I want to nut before I go to bed"

"This is what you want isn't it?" Dylan grabs his crotch, and I see the outline of his thick dick. My eyes are glued to it as he moves the shape around in his boxers "What? You prefer to eat it off my dirty laundry instead?"

My ears burn with shame and embarrassment. He knows. He's always known. He knows I would do anything to eat his cum.

But I am so turned on. And I can't say no to his dick. He knows that. I inch forward on the cold kitchen tiles barefoot. When I get close enough, I look into his eyes and he raises his eyebrows at me impatiently and looks down at his crotch, grabbing his package again.

I kneel down on the hard floor, caressing his hairy legs as I sniff his groin.

"Ohhh fuck" I moan softly as his familiar intoxicating musk enters my nose. My heart rate increases and my face flushes with blood. I rub my nose into the bulge and outline the shape of his member with the tip of my nose.

Now. Get it out now. Please him. Make him feel good. It's your fucking job to serve him. Take his cock now.

NOW!

I pull his boxers down and gingerly slide it down his legs, enjoying his coarse leg hair on the way. Once they are off, I look at him, with his cock and balls in my direct line of vision. He's looking down at me in a silent but powerful stance. He raises his eyebrow at me again.

I nibble and lick at his ball sack, putting a little more in my mouth with each pass. His soft cock lifts off his ball sack as it fills up with blood, and I watch it straighten itself out on its ascent with his right ball in my mouth, with us still having our eyes locked.

"Suck me Ry" Dylan says way above me and I lick up the underside of his shaft, getting a little shiver out of him. Balancing his cock on my lips, I run my tongue up and down the length of his cock.

"Ah fuck... suck it Ry..." Dylan moans with a hint of plea in a gravelly voice. He takes his cock in his hand and slaps it on my lips.

He's not as hard as I would like him to be. I want him really hard...rigid before I take him fully in my mouth, so I can savour his girth in all its glory. I lick down the shaft and go back to his balls. This is sure to make him rock fucking hard.

The sudden pressure on both sides of my head shocks me, and he pulls me off his balls and tilts my head up to look at him. His eyes are full of anger and contempt, his thick eyebrows narrowed at me.

"I said suck my cock" He growls at me and shoves his cock into my mouth, forcing my head down. I open my mouth as quickly as possibly to adjust.

Fuck! His cock is leaves my mouth before I can lick it and before I regain control of the blowjob, his dick is deep in my mouth again, a little harder than before. His hands grip my head tightly and hold me right at his pubes. I can't breathe.

But I love it.

He releases me and I come off with a gasp with a string of saliva connecting his dick head and my swollen lips. I look up at him in subservience and he stares back down at me.

"Suck" He says again and thrusts his dick head towards my lips. This time, I obey, sucking him with everything I got.

"About...fucking ...time" Dylan groans as I work his shaft, sucking him in the way I remember his dick curves and letting it naturally get to its fully rigid form. "Oh fuck... I fucking needed this"

I grab his balls and lift myself off one knee, so I can go at his dick at a higher angle. There, I launch myself down on his cock repeatedly, letting his uncut head hit the back of my throat

"Ohh yeahh...." He runs his hands through both sides of my hair like he's pulling the hair off my face "Come on Ry-Ry...show me what you got..."

"MMMmMmMm" His words make my cock throb in my pants and fuel my hunger. I grab a hold of his ass cheeks with my hands and continue to slobber messily all over his beautiful cock. Dylan begins to vibrate and I get more excited knowing what's about to come.

Almost time for the delicious reward. Almost there. Just keep serving him. Get the cum out of him. Make him feel good.

Keeping his cock deep in my mouth, I thrust downwards, trying to get every last inch in. I shake my head slightly, fitting every part of his skin I can in mouth and rubbing my nose in his pubes. I rub my hands on his vibrating thighs to encourage him to let go.

Give it to me. I want it. I need it! I need your cum!

Dylan vibrates intensely, more than I've felt him before. My jaw begins to get sore, but I try to keep up my rhythm to please him. Just another couple seconds I think... I have to keep going... I have to ignore the pain.

"Fuck. Whiskey dick" He groans in frustration as his posture relaxes. His dick softens a tiny bit inside my mouth.

I come off, tired from my work but unsatisfied I didn't get my reward. I get off my knees and realize how sore they are from kneeling on the hard kitchen tiles. I sit down, leaning against the bottom cabinet under the kitchen sink.

"Face fuck me" I say while licking my puffy lips.

Dylan positions himself to stand with his legs apart with mine in the middle. We make eye contact briefly before his face disappears behind the top of the kitchen counter. 

His head peeks out its foreskin for a brief second and I open my mouth to accept it. He plunges in deep and pulls out, immediately shoving it back in. I relax my mouth and throat, creating just enough suction to make him feel the tight warm wet space.

Dylan picks up his pace, making his balls swing and hit me in the chin as he fucks my face. His thrusts get increasingly more aggressive in speed and depth, like he's testing the limits of what I can take.

Go for it. I want it. I can take it. Give it to me. I moan to let him know I can handle it.

I accept his deep thrusts, willing my throat to open up for this beautiful man. He continues to thrust deeper and faster, knocking the back of my head into the cabinet door

CLACK!

CLACK!

CLACK!

"MMm here it cums.." He grunts in rhythm of his thrusts.

CLACK!

CLACK!

CLACK!

"mmmMMm" I moan as his cock expands in my mouth. I rub his calves and hang on to the back of his ankles.

CLACK!

"Oh fuck Ry I'm going to nut!"

CLACK!

CLACK!

CLACK!

CLACK!

I grab his balls and pull them down lightly.

"Oh fuck! AHHH"

I knew that would push him over the edge

CLACK!

"Ah Jesus!" His cum sprays into my mouth, making me gag with how deeply he's spraying it

CLACK!

"Take my fucking cum .. oh my GOD!"

CLACK!

CLACK!

CLACK!

His pubes are in my nose, and my entire face is smothered by his sweaty stomach, squished between his body and the kitchen cabinet.

"Oh" He moans a single time when his cock twitches and I swallow the drop of cum immediately .

He had sprayed so deep that I had no choice but to swallow immediately, so I savour the final drops his cock gives me with every throb.

"Fuck...Oh fuck" He sighs, still pressing me against the hard doors.

Dylan pulls out and I watch his soft cock and full bush get farther away.

"I gotta pass out." He stumbles bare assed away into his room, and I hear the heavy impact of him hitting his bed a few seconds later

I look down at my pants, marveling at the wet spot I've created with my precum.

I think I'm going to be my housemate's new toy. I smile to myself as I play with my stiff boner, still sitting on the kitchen floor.

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PART 4: My Housemate Cums Twice

A couple days later, I do a face dive for my bed without changing out of my work clothes. 

My god it's been so busy at work this week. 

I lie down on my left side, staring at the wall while decompressing from the week. But at least it's finally Friday. I close my eyes, drifting off to the powerful sensation of fatigue. 

When I open my eyes again, the light from the window is already gone. 

Fuck. What time is it? I flip my phone around, seeing it's already 8 pm.  As I gather my thoughts, I hear Dylan moving things around in the kitchen. We haven't talked much since the night he came home, wasted out of his mind. Or about what happened. 

Specifically like how he demanded that I suck his dick, and suck it only the way he wants to. 

The first time he decided to shove his cock in my mouth for his own pleasure. 

I can't keep myself from getting hard when I think about him. My mind vividly remembers the details of his loose ball sack pushing against my chin, his cock deep in my mouth and how he expected that I provide him a warm and wet hole.

I've been hard all throughout the week whenever I think about Dylan and the way his crotch shoved the back of my head into the cabinet's wooden door, making a thumping sound as I got aggressively pushed into it repeatedly. 

He used me good.

And I loved every moment of it.

I sit up and fumble for the light switch, and squint my eyes when the bright lights come on. I can't hide in my room forever.  And I'm starving. It's Dylan's turn to make the dinners this week so it gives me a reason to leave my room.

With some resolve, I leave my room and walk down the hallway into the kitchen.

"Oh hey Ry. Finally awake huh? I heard you snoring" Dylan says while taking a bite into a slice of pizza.  "Got lazy so I just ordered pizza. It's cold but decent." He raises his chin at the box on the table while chewing.

He's actually really normal. Too normal. Something about it doesn't sit right with me.

Like he didn't just fuck my mouth and dumped a load straight down my throat exactly 3 steps infront of where he is right now?

Like he didn't demand that I suck him and expected me to comply? 

How can we just go back to just normal housemates?

"You drunk Ry?" Dylan wipes his mouth and beard with a tissue while finishing his chewing. 

"No. Why are you acting like everything is fine?"

"Everything isn't fine?" 

"It is fine." I say back defensively.

"Okay." Dylan has his head down, but with his eyes up at me, creating creases in his forehead. "Good" 

"Ok" I say, unsatisfied with the situation but whatever. 

I guess this is one of those situations where you give a straight guy the hottest blowjob of his life and he pretends it never happened.

"Wanna watch the game?" He asks

"Yeah ok" I say, swallowing the uncomfortable feeling. We sit at the couch and watch the game while cracking a couple beers. A few close goals and laughs later, we relax back into our normal housemate dynamic. He is always fun to hang out with, and we had never both been single in the time we've been housemates, so it is nice to spend more time getting to know each other more.

"Want another one?" Dylan hands me a can of beer, and I shake my head. He shrugs at me and cracks it and takes a chug of it. His other hand scratches his stomach and moves down south, just underneath the waistband. I watch the back of his large hand disappear and come back out. 

I look at him in the glow of the TV, once again realizing how handsome this man is. His ruggedness is accentuated with his wide shoulders and thick beard but is contrasted with the youthful light in his green eyes. His adam's apple moves up and down as he takes another drink of his beer, and my eyes travel to his chest hair that always pops a bit out of his shirt. His hand goes to scratch himself again, this time deeper into his sweats. 

Thank god he can't see my boner in the dark like this, but damn I'm hard. My cock is fully erect, pressing the underside against my underwear. I have such a desire to have him in my mouth again. He could fuck my mouth again or he could let me service him. 

Whatever he wants. 

Anything. If he ever wants to talk about it.

Dylan's hand gets lower again, this time very obviously scratching his balls. My cock pulses and I feel the liquid travel up from the base of my cock and push out a droplet onto the fabric of my underwear. 

"I think I'm gonna head to bed dude. I'm beat." Dylan takes out his hand and turns his head to look at me. 

"Goodnight Ry-Ry" He grabs my shoulder and squeezes. His touch and strength of his grip makes my brain go haywire for a second. 

Get on your knees.

NOW. 

NOW!

Ask to suck his dick right now. Right NOW. Don't wait...Say it...Do it now! 

NOW! 

But he leaves too quickly, and he's already heading down the hall as I stare at his backside with my raging leaky boner. He closes his door behind him and I immediately grab my cock to stroke a bit, feeding my incredible desire for him. 

I could still do it. Knock on his door and ask to suck his dick. Yeah that's a bit desperate, but I am. Right now, it feels like I'm ready to make some decisions I might regret later. Spreading the precum from my dick head onto my shaft, I lean my head back as I jerk off to my housemate. Turning my head slightly to the left, I sniff the couch to try to catch his scent off it. When I shove my face in the couch cushion and rub around, I can smell just a hint for him and it makes me all the more harder. 

"RY!" I hear him shout through his closed bedroom door. I get up instantly, no longer caring if my boner is showing or not. I walk quickly down the hallway to his door, and grab the door handle. 

This is it. Ask him. Ask to suck his dick. Let him you're desperate for it. You are. Admit it to him. Beg for it if you have to.

I open the door and am floored to see that his thick hard cock is already in his hand. Dylan is leaning backwards with his shirt still on, with his top half tilted to the left, towards his phone on the bed.

His bottom half is completely naked, and his hairy thighs were spread wide, giving me a great view of his crevice. My boner rages on in my sweats and I'm fairly sure I'm soaking my underwear steadily at this point as I drool over the scene in front of me. Dylan strokes his cock rapidly while soft moans from his phone fills the silence in the room. 

Dylan turns his head to look at me and his face is filled with a primal pleasure I haven't seen yet, and I realize it's because my face is always in his crotch when he's being pleasured. His mouth is slightly ajar and and his eyes are narrowed with focus as he keeps stroking. He looks down at my obvious boner tent and then back up at my face. 

"I'm going to nut" He breathes out, baring his teeth slightly.

Oh god...

I hurry over, almost tripping over some clothes he has on the floor and kneel on the bed, quickly engulfing his dick head and kissing the top of his fist. He lets go and I swallow the rest of rock hard cock. 

"OH!" Dylan cries out and tenses up.

I suck at it furiously, trying to match the rhythm he had before I started sucking

"Oh FUCK... GOD!" 

His cock head erupts in my mouth and I moan out in pleasurable delight as the taste I've been craving saturates my taste buds. His body thrashes and he thrusts upwards, and I take the sign to deep throat him, bouncing the back of my mouth off him in short waves, hoping to match his jets of cums.

"Oh Ry FUCK" He roars out like he has his head tilted back. But I can't see, and I focus on moving my head around to take him down further and pushing the tip of my nose into his pubes.

"Oh god..." Dylan says with a sigh of relief. "...That's definitely better than jerking off" He says while swallowing and sighing again. "Ah..."

He breathes in long and deep breaths and I rub the inside of his hair thigh with one hand while suckling on his cock. My own boner is too hard to not to touch and I play with myself with my free hand while enjoying the feeling of his meat and juice in my mouth. 

"You need to nut too?"

Can I? My heart pounds out of my chest.

I don't reply but I keep sucking him softly while rubbing myself.

"Fuck you really love sucking dick huh?"

AH!!! His hand is in my hair, rubbing my head. I can't help but moan into his cock and start to suck him faster. I rub myself faster, bringing myself to the very edge of orgasm. His dick is firming up again and filling the space of my mouth wonderfully. 

"Yeah you love it" Dylan grips my skull with his big hand and starts to support my movements sucking up and down. 

"MMmmmMMMMm" I moan into his cock, knowing I'm about to cream myself. "MmmmmmMMMmm" 

"That's good.... Suck that cock Ry-Ry.." Dylan says as I lose all resolve, moaning loudly into the cock I'm furiously sucking, while stroking myself through the point of no return. 

My cock explodes into my underwear, and I cry out into his crotch with the intense pulses of pressure wreck their way through my body.

"Oh shit you're gonna make me cum again... don't stop..." Dylan groans out. 

But my own pleasure was taking over my body and I can't hold a steady rhythm with my sucking anymore. 

"Wait Ry go faster I'm gonna nut..." He strains out and I try my best with all the energy already blasted out of me. He grabs my head with both hands and starts thrusting upwards rapidly, right into the back of my throat. The force of him doing that is enough to make me gag, but I keep my throat open for him, and brace for each hard impact. Dylan starts to grunt rhythmically with his thrusts

"MM!"

"MM!"

"MM"

"MMMM"

"AH!" He grunts out loudly and thrusts one more time hard into me and his juices flood my mouth again, and I swallow as much I can. Some of it leaks out of my tired mouth and dribbles down my chin. 

"mmMm" He moans with a hint of a whine while moving my head up and down slowly to ride out his orgasm gently. 

Dylan lets out another big sigh and his hands disappear from my head. He lays down fully, with his softening cock still in my mouth. I keep my mouth there, breathing in his bush's scent while waiting for his ok to let go.

"Yeah I'm going to sleep well tonight. Did you nut?" 

"Mmm" I hum into his soft cock

"What else you good at?"