Ry-Dy 2 | My Housemate Teases Me Every Chance He Can (Complete 3 Chapter Story Arc)

Everyone is over the age of 18,

If you are interested, you can start from the first story arc, but you will understand too if you just start here.

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We are on our way home on the plane from the music festival. Me, my housemate Dylan and his girlfriend Katy are in a row, and my boyfriend Damien got separated into a different row infront of us.

Katy is in the windows seat, sleeping with her head against the wall of the plane. She had called this seat so she could take the videos of the take off and the landing.

Damien didn't want to sit in the middle because his shoulders are too wide, so I got stuck in the middle while Damien took the aisle seat.

We chatted about the festival while Katy slept, reminiscing on the drunken memories.

"God I can't wait to go home and fuck. It's been too long" He says, looking over at Katy sleeping. We had shared a hotel room with very little privacy. "You guys too I imagine?"

"Well ..." I start and avoid my gaze. Damien and I had fucked quickly where they were in the shower.

"You fucking didn't!" Dylan says loudly and a couple people stir from their seats to look at us

We chuckle quietly to each other and Dylan reaches over and pulls me in with his arm, wrestling me into his chest and rubbing my head with his knuckles. "You two dirty horndogs. Can't leave you alone for 2 minutes"

"Yeah it was just a quickie when you guys were in the shower" I say. And I licked the cum off your underwear and sniffed it while fucking ass, I finish in my head. Not that I can ever tell him that

"Fair enough" Dylan rubs his nose. "You think Katy would be down to fuck in the bathroom right now?"

"Have you been in those bathrooms? You're barely going to fit in there"

"Yeah fuck. Well speaking of, gotta take a leak"

Dylan disappears to the washroom and I look over to see if I can see my boyfriend from my row. Fast asleep, with his seat back and headphones on.

The flight attendant passes by and I give her all the garbage in our row. I must have been pretty tired because the next thing I remember is Dylan poking me awake.

"What?" I groan. There has been at least an hour left on the plane.

"Go piss dude. We hve a tight connection and you always spend fucking forever in the bathroom"

He's not right. I groan and close my eyes again

Dylan nudges me again

"I'm not missing the connection because of your slow ass"

I groan and unbuckle my seat belt, slowly shuffling across Dylan's legs.

"Whoa!" I snap awake as I fall onto Dylan's lap. How did I trip??

I immediately flail to get up in this tight space between him and the seat infront of him and end up using his thigh to push myself up and he support me by pushing on my waist.

Embarrassed and burning hot in the face, I say sorry quickly and walk quickly to the washroom.

I get in the small space and immediately close the door and lock it. I take off my pants and piss into the small metallic toilet.

As I listen to the sound of my stream hits the bowl with the airplane hum in the background, I notice it.

A familiar scent

Really familiar

I shake my dick off and look around for the culprit. And now that I'm looking, I'm surprised I missed it in the first place.

A napkin, a bit crumpled but laid out flat, balancing on the narrow ledge of the small sink.

I straighten out my shirt over my pants and get a closer look.

Opaque white goo is across the napkin, almost naked to the eye on the white napkin until you look closer.

I lean closer and smell it.

My face burns and the burning spreads to my cock. I grab myself and position my dick so it can grow hard.

I smell it again and groan lightly. Oh my god. It's so fresh.

Oh my god

I look at myself in the mirror as I go for another whiff of the cum. I watch myself close my eyes as I take in the full odour of his juices.

He did this for me. He wanted me to see this. He left this for me.

My cock itches with desire and I pull my pants down just enough to get my cock out.

I rub the precum on my cock and spread it on my shaft, breathing shallowly into the cum stained napkin.

Breathe in

I picture Dylan naked, sitting with his legs wide and his cock hard. Stroking his meat with a backhanded stroke

Breathe in

He taunts me, pleasuring himself while teasing me with his eyes and his face expression. He knows I want it

Breathe in

I stroke my cock quickly, getting more and more slippery with the precum I'm leaking out.

Breathe in

He switches his stroke and goes quickly up and down the middle of his shaft

Breathe in

"Im gonna nut you cumslut"

I suck up the cum on the napkin, tasting again his delicious familiar juices. His bitterness is familiar after eating his cum a couple times now, and my body welcomes it.

I buckle over a bit as I cum, bumping into the sink in the small space. I shoot into the sink as I continue to lick the napkin, running my tongue up the paper.

"Taste my cum Ryan" He says while spraying cum out of his uncut cock.

I breathe heavily in the napkin, realizing when I open my eyes where I am. I quickly wipe up my drooling dick, and throw the napkin away. I rinse my cum off the tiny sink bowl as best as I can and get out of the lavabo.

Outside, a disgruntled man sighs and shoves past me to the bathroom. I take a deep breath and make my way back to the seat

"What took you so long?" Dylan says without looking up and I crawl over his knees again. Why can't this asshole just get up?

I plop back into my seat, knowing my underwear is still getting wet from me leaking the last bit of cum

"Where were you doing?" He says with a hint of humour in his voice.

Asshole.

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Part 2

Back at home, we spent the next two days recovering from the trip jet lag before getting back to work.

I work remotely, so I'm at my desk when Dylan bursts into my room while I'm on a phone call. He starts talking as I'm trying to listen to my boss in my right ear.

"It's hot as balls dude we need a fucking air conditioner. Right now" He says urgently behind me

"And I will have the draft to you by the end of day" I turn in my chair, pointing to my phone

Dylan is standing there shirtless and in his dark blue briefs. His package was nicely framed by his underwear, and I mentally measure the length and the width with my eyes. Discreetly. I hope anyways.

I spin back around to my desk, trying to concentrate on what my boss is telling me, pushing random keys on my computer. Why is he so fucking sexy to me right now? I mean I knew he was good looking from day 1... but having tasted his cum a couple times now. Fuck, I want it straight from the source.

Dylan comes up to my desk and places his hands on my desk, to my left.

Up close, I can see that he is sweating. His chest hair glistens, and his forehead shimmers a bit in the daylight. There is a heat coming from his body, accompanied by his deodorant and natural scent mix.

"Air conditioning" He mouths to me as he reaches across me to grab a pen. I lean back a bit to watch his sides and his abs go past my face.

He scribbles the name of the store we have to go to and "closes at 6" on the corner of one of my papers. I nod at him, and he ruffles my hair while I'm still on my call. I watch his ass sway in his briefs as he walks out of my room, all the while giving affirmative grunts to my boss on the phone. I have no idea what she is saying.

Fuck he's hot.

My boss finally stops yapping and I put down the phone, sticking my hands in my pants and stroking my hard on, letting the waves of relief and pleasure simmer in my body as I think about Dylan's sweaty body so close to mine. 

"YO YOU DONE? LETS GO!" I hear him shout. I stuff my boner in a more discrete position and stand up, grabbing my keys.

Dylan has put on a tank top and white basketball shorts. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, looking at me impatiently. 

"You're wearing that?" He points to my blue dress shirt. "It's blazing out there man, you're going to sweat through it"

"Yeah okay" I turn to head back to my room to change

"Nooo" He groans loudly "I dont want to wait half an hour for you to change your shirt"

He grabs a red shirt off the couch and throws it at me.

"It's clean I just wore it a bit before it got too hot"

I look at the shirt in my hands. It's going to be oversized on me with how wide his shoulders are. Dylan looks at me expectedly, and I hold the shirt in my left hand as I unbutton my shirt with my right. I look down in a bit of embarassment as I buttoned. I haven't hit the gym in a couple of days and well....

"Hurry up Ry-Ry" I look up, seeing him leaning against the wall by the door, watching me with impatience.

I take off my shirt and put on his shirt, smelling his scent on the inside of his shirt. It smells like his deodorant and like he did sweat in it a bit before taking it off. The inside of the shirt is a wonderful balloon of his smell. I take an extra deep breath in before I pull my head through the shirt.

"Lets goo" Dylan says while opening the door.

We head to the store, find an air conditioner that would work for us and speed back home.  As soon as he gets in, Dylan takes off his tank top. 

"Fucking hell it's like an oven in here" He wipes some sweat from his brow and carries the machine to the window and begins setting it up.

Once the machine is hooked up and turned on, Dylan lets out a huge sigh of relief.

"Finally" He lets the cool air blow over his sweaty body. He had become extra sweaty setting up the machine, and the sweat is dripping down the wide of his body from his armpits. 

He sits on the couch, spreading his legs wide and leaning his head back. 

"It's loud but it works" He says with his eyes closed. His hands travel down to his waist, going under his waistband and scratching his groin. His balls must be so sweaty right now.

"ahhhhHhh" He groans as he scratches. I start getting hard as I look at his hairy legs spread wide, with his hands at his groin. His pecs move as he scratches himself absentmindedly, his eyes still closed in a relaxed fashion. "Turn it up, will you Ry?"

I stare at Dylan for another second, mesmerized by his position on the couch. I could get on my knees right now and suck him off if he asked. 

Should I ask?

I fumble with the buttons on the remote, until it starts blasting more cold air at us. 

"Oh fuck yesss" He moans out in a low and long satisfied sound, making my erection throb in my pants. He pulls his hands out of his pants and puts them behind his head, drying off his pits. His pit air is matted together by his sweat. Maybe if I move a bit I could catch his smell in the wind...

"Oh my god..." I groan out without thought as he repositions himself, making his biceps flex a bit. My dick is itching to come out. 

"It's good huh Ry-Ry?" He moans out with his eyes still closed, the wind ruffling his hair just a bit. 

I can't take it anymore. I half run half walk to my room, and close to the door. I take off my clothes rapidly and throw his big red shirt on the bed. Spitting on my hand quickly, I rub my cock thinking about Dylan groaning. 

"Oh fuck yessss" He would moan out as I sucked him on the couch "It's good huh Ry-Ry?"

I can already imagine feeling his hairy thighs, eagerly trying to please his cock with my mouth.

"Ahhhhhhh"  He would moan with his hands behind his head, showing off those hairy pits. He'd lean back and enjoy the service I give him. I would work so hard, twisting and turning my head, sucking him until I finally get his juices in my mouth. 

"mmmmmm" I grunt out quietly as I spray my thick jets of cum onto his red shirt, painting it white with my juices. 

My cock drips a couple more drops, landing on the hem of the T shirt and some landing on my sheets at the edge of the bed

"Hey Ry?"

The sound of Dylan's voice outside my door makes me jump from my relieved state. 

"Gonna do some laundry now the place is cooling down - can I have my shirt back?"

His shirt that was splattered with my cum right now.

"I can do the laundry tomorrow morning. I have a couple things I want to wash anyways, so I can do it with yours" I make up a lie quickly, scooping up the drippage of my cock with my hand.

A couple of seconds of silence passes, before Dylan finally says 

"Alright I'll just leave my stuff in the hamper then. Good night Ry" 

I smear the cum on my hand into Dylan's shirt, proud of my work.

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Part 3

The next morning, I get up earlier than usual so that I can get the red shirt I've cummed into the laundry as soon as possible without Dylan popping in on me. Besides the laundry, I see his blue laundry hamper filled to the brim. He has been changing a lot since the heatwave started here. Now that I've seen him sweat, I understand why. Man, everything must smell so good in here.

I crouch down, opening the machine and putting the red shirt in first, and then start loading his laundry in.  As soon as I put my hand on the top of the pile, my palm touches something hard and crusty. I don't need to look under my hand to know exactly what it is. 

What man doesn't know what that feeling is?

I lift my hand and peer into the dark red briefs I've touched. There's a large white stain across it, creating a crusty and hard film on the fabric. I press on it, feeling the cum stain crack slightly under my fingers. Old this time, probably had the night to dry. 

Leaning down, I take a small smell. 

"Oh..." I whisper to myself. It is definitely his cum, and I have gotten used to exactly the way his man juice smells. But this time it was laced with the odour of his sweat. The heatwave must have him literally sweating his balls off. The pungent smell is ripe, and hypnotizing. Each inhale only made me harder in my PJ pants, and for a second, I forget I'm in front of his room.

Inhale in

God I love the way that this man smells. So potent. So virile. 

Inhale in

I shove my face deeper in the briefs, rubbing my nose in the cum stain, trying to get any part of that essence inside me.

Inhale in

I lick the dried up scab of cum, trying to make it wet so I can lap it up.

"Fuck" I suck up whatever I can, and take another deep breath in. The horny feeling makes my fingers tingle and I finally reluctantly put his underwear in the machine. Loading everything else in, I turn on the machine and go to make breakfast.

After the work day, we invite Katy, his girlfriend and Damien, my boyfriend to hang out and play cards. 

Halfway through the game, and 2 beers in, I can see Dylan is getting a lot more touchy with his girlfriend. He constantly reaches over and squeezes her waist, once in a while leaning in to give her a kiss on the head through her long brown hair, whispering things in her ear. Her hand is on his lap, crawling increasingly closer to his crotch. 

"If you are going to fuck you should know I'm allergic to the vag" My boyfriends jokes, seeing all the same signs I am seeing.

Dylan grins, lifting the chin of Katy and kissing her infront of her. His square jawline is obvious even through his beard. He sticks in his tongue in her mouth and grabs her boob.

"In that case gentlemen, I think it is time we leave"

Katy gets up first, and Dylan immediately slaps her ass, making her giggle drunkenly and stumble to Dylan's room. Dylan brushes his hands off and smiles at the two of us

"Don't wait up" He winks at us before getting up, leaving the huge mess of empty cans and bottles on the table with us. I watch the door close and hear more muffled giggling before I look at Damien. 

"Let's leave the mess for now" I suggest. I want to get in my room right now, as close to Dylan as possible. 

Damien starts organizing the cans and bottles. I panic, knowing that I am going to miss a part of the fucking if we don't go now. I launch myself at Damien, kissing the back of his neck as he picks up the garbage. I put my hands in front of him and grab at his chest. 

"Hold on let me just finish this" Damien says, still cleaning up.

"I want you now..." I kiss his neck. This always makes him fold. Always. I suck on his skin with passion, letting him know the urgency of the situation.

"...Ok..." He moans lightly and I grab his hand, leading him to the bedroom. 

We land on the bed, making out with him on top, and I close my eyes. Damien kisses down my neck, pulling up my shirt and kissing a bit of my torso before pulling down my pants. 

Katy's giggles are muffled by the wall in between us

My pants come off, and Damien grips my cock at the base immediately. He kisses the head of my cock before taking me in his mouth 

mmmmmmmmmmm.  I hear moaning across the wall. 

"MmmmMM" I moan out too, imagining Dylan rimming me like he's working on Katy right now, his beard tickling the inside of my cheeks. I spread my legs wider, thinking about Dylan's wide shoulders in between them.

"That good?" Damien stops and asks me. I grunt out without opening my eyes and put my hand on his head, bobbing him up and down my hard on. 

"ah FUCK yeah" I groan out loudly as Damien reaches the perfect amount of slurping and suction on my cock.

"MMmmm Dylan!" I hear Katy moan out, amongst a series of other moans. He's definitely eating her out. And sounding like he's doing a good job. He looks like he'd do a good job, taking his time to tease and pleasure.

Then the moaning stops, and I hear Dylan's low voice rumble something. I can't quite make out what, but I know what's happening next. 

"Fuck me" I whisper out, still with my eyes closed

"You sure?" Damien responds, sliding the right side of my slippery hard dick up and down his lips. I am almost always the top in our relationship

"Yeah. Hurry" I breathe out, I pull him up by the shoulders so his face meets mine and we kiss briefly. I break up the kiss, and I grab the lube from under the bed. Hurry. We need to hurry. Or I'm going to miss it. 

I frantically spread the lube on his semi hard uncut cock, making him shiver at the sensation. I lean up and kiss his neck. I need him to be hard right now. 

Right now or I'm going to miss it. It has to be right now.

Sucking on his skin, he stiffens up enough in my hand. Fuck yes! I lay back down, and spread my legs, guiding him to my hole.

"Geez you're eager today" Damien says in a bit of disbelief "I haven't fucked you since -"

"Come on Damien" I interrupt him, teasing his slick cock on my hole. His face gets serious with desire and he holds the base of his cock, pushing it inside.

"Ohhhh" I hear Dylan's low voice combine with Katy's moans and we moan out too, as Damien penetrates me. I forgot how big he is.

Seconds later, a loud slapping sound begins, reinforced by Katy's moans. Dylan is silent besides the occasional grunt, but the force of his humps can be heard in the creak of the bed. I want to be fucked like this. Just like this. Hard. Fast.

"Faster!" I breathe out and Damien scrunches his face, fucking me faster. 

"Ahh!" 

I can tell by the moaning sounds that Dylan is choking her lightly with his big hands, all the while pounding her at a steady rhythm. His thrusts are powerful, consistent, and unyielding. 

I imagine that his forehead is dripping with sweat, just like when he was setting up the air conditioner. I would spread my legs wide for him, letting him have his way with fucking my hole until he's ready to seed me. 

Damien slows down his pace as we continue to listen to Dylan's persistant fuck happen across the wall

"No... don't stop" I groan out and stroke Damien's neck. Come on. I need to be fucked just like that right now. The sounds of the bed creaking in Dylan's room is driving me insane. I wrap my legs around Damien, pulling his ass into me, trying to get me to fuck me hard again

"I can't... " He resists "I'm going to cum" 

Thwack...Thwack...Thwack

The sound is getting louder and even faster. 

"Fuck me!! Fuck me now!!" I rub his neck frenziedly. I need it. I need it.

I need it. 

I squeeze Damien's waist with my legs again, trying to hump into him from my position laying on the bed.mDamien grunts as he picks up the speed again.

"HARDER!" I shout, completely absorbed into the sound of Dylan thrusting next door, while getting my hole pounded. "HARDER!" 

Damien's thrusts matches up with the sound of sex through the wall 

yes!

Yes!

YES!

"AH!" I hear Damien grunt out loudly as the thwacking noise stops abruptly. "ahHHHH!" Another manly grunt comes piercing through the walls.  

"mmmmmMM" I shoot cum onto my chest, which immediately starts to slide off my body. 

"Ah!" Damien grunts and lands next to my ear, moaning as he unloads into my hole. I picture Dylan's beard scratching my neck as he roars into my ear, seeding me deep, finally giving me his juices from the source. He wants me to have it. I know. I just know it. He'd plug me in deep and I'd hold his ass, pushing and keeping him in. I want every drop.

Every

Last

Fucking

Drop

"Fuck that was intense" Damien giggles in my ear " I love you Ry-ry"

"I love you Dylan" I breathe sleeply.