Ry-Dy 1 | I taste my housemate's juices (Full Trilogy)

Everyone is over the age of 18

PART 1

The first day I met my housemate I was pretty nervous. I would've preferred if my boyfriend was able to move in with me but it didn't work with his commute. So I put out an ad and sorted through the replies. Dylan seemed the most legit, although I am 90 percent sure he's a party bro. Oh well, I thought, as long as he pays the rent.

But it turns out that things were pretty chill between us. He hung out with his girlfriend a lot, and me with my boyfriend, and sometimes we'd all hang out together to drink and play cards. One of those nights, my boyfriend drove his girlfriend home (Dylan said that's safe because we are homos) and we drank another beer in the living room together before calling it quits for the night

I finish getting ready for bed and lie down on my bed, feeling the warm bubbles in my body.

Ah fuck.

I need to do laundry before tomorrow. I work all day and night tomorrow and then we're off to the musical festival in Vegas ... it has to be now. I groan and roll out of bed, feeling my world spin a bit and catching my balance.

I leave the bedroom and open the laundry closet door - it's pretty much right in front of both of our bedrooms. We have a habit of leaving our hampers just outside the closet door. Its not pretty but it sure is convenient.

I open the laundry machine door and start loading in my clothes, humming myself quietly. The festival was gonna be hella fun, and we're all going together. My first festival too so I know it's going be something else.

I hear Dylan's door open behind me and I turn my head to give him a nod.

"Oh shit" He quickly covers his crotch.

I make out just a glimpse of a swing of a trunk before it's covered by blue boxers. My eyes travel up his V line to his abs to his furry chest.

"Scuse brother" He grins me a bit, looking at my shocked expression "had to rub one out. Can't sleep without it. You know when she sits on your lap the whole night but doesn't put out..."

"Uh...huh" My eyes dart back to his hairy defined chest and then down his V line again.

How does he get those lines eating pasta and pizza all week long? I kill myself to look half as good.

My eyes go back up to his face and I realize he's been watching me. He gives me a half smirk down at me and I turn around, pretending to sort my clothes.

swoosh

His boxers land right on top of his hamper basket, on the right of me.

"Night Ry-ry" He calls out. That's what my boyfriend calls me. I turn around quickly to catch a glimpse of his ass before the door closes behind him.

It looked... perky.

I turn around again and continue to load my laundry in, my eyes sneaking glances on the crumpled up blue boxers on top of the pile of laundry.

I stare at it for a second, then I turn around to look at Dylan's bedroom door. His light is still on.

I reach out my hand. No. Too risky. I go back to my laundry.

I mean, I can look. That's not cheating.

Right?

I take a deep breath and reach out for the boxer, unfolding it and looking for the gooey gift.

I bite my lip nervously as my heart races. There it is. Spewed across the front of the boxers. Smeared across the fabric. Most of it had already soaked in, but a couple large white globs remain on the surface.

The smell. Oh my god. The smell

I lean in closer and breathe it in.

The familiar scent of cum sends a surge of pleasure to my cock. I lean in to whiff it again excitedly and my nose accidentally touches the fabric

"Mmm" I moan quietly to myself, smelling his musty boxer scent. He must have been wearing these all day. It smells just like him when he walks past me... but deeper... stronger...

And laced with the scent of cum. Intoxicating man juice.

I stick my hand in my PJ pants and feel up my hard dick.

I look back at his bedroom door again. Still closed. Lights still on.

Don't do it Ryan. Don't cross this line. Think about your boyfriend

But this isn't cheating. It's just...

It's just ....

It's just ....

I stick out my tongue and lick one of the globs of sperm. I sit up, tasting the bitterness on my lips.

Oh my god.

Stop Ryan. Stop.

I lean down and suck up hungrily one of the globs of cum, breaking up the strand with my tongue and feeling it spread over my teeth. I swallow it down, embracing the taste of his fresh cum overwhelming my mouth.

I start jerking off. I can't control myself anymore.

I lower my pants just enough to let my cock free, I take the blue boxers in my right hand and put my cock on top of it, stroking furiously.

CLACK

I snap my head back to see that the light in Dylan's room had turned off. Door still closed. I turn back, and focus on my masturbation.

I can still taste his cum in my mouth. His wonderful manly juice in every corner of my mouth.

I can picture how his biceps must have flexed while he jerked off, his head thrown back as he enjoyed his orgasm, shooting into his old boxers.

His abs would crunch, adding depth to the V line below them.

Ah fuck...

Ah fuck!

I scrunch up my face as I cum silently into his boxers, adding to the dried cum stains on the front.

I wipe my cock off with his boxers and carefully put them back on top of his hamper, trying to fold it and make it looks like the way it did.

I pull up my pants and turn on the laundry machine, then hurry back into my room and closing the door.

That's not cheating.

Right?

PART 3

The next morning, I wake up first like I always do and go to brush my teeth. The thought of tasting my housemate's cum rag is making my morning wood harder than ever.

I think it is in my imagination, but I feel like I still have the taste of Dylan's jizz in my mouth.

I spit out the extra toothpaste and wash my face, getting ready to pack for the festival. When I leave the bathroom, I see Dylan standing infront of the laundry closet. I quickly adjust my boner in my PJ pants so it's not so obvious.

"Hey Ryan you done with the machine? I gotta get mine going before we leave tomorrow"

"Yeah sorry" I kneel down next to him and start to unload my things, putting them in the dryer on top.

"Thanks... whoa..." He finishes with a surprised tone

"What is ..." I turn my head back at him "...it" I finish the sentence with my eyes on his boxers in his hands. He's opened it up

"Uh...nothing" Dylan looks down squinting his eyes at his underwear.

Fuck. Did I cum a lot? I didn't even look because it was so dark and I just wiped myself real quick and folded it up. I shouldn't have done that.

I swallow nervously and blurt out "Should've saved that load for your girlfriend huh?"

He chuckles while still looking at the underwear, inspecting it closely. He leans closer and takes a whiff of it.

Oh fuck. He's smelling my cum right now. My cum and his cum, mixed together. My morning wood rages in my pj pants.

Can he tell the difference between my cum and his?

I turn around back to my laundry as I feel my hard on throbbing. He's smelling my cum. He's smelling my cum right now. I focus my eyes on my laundry.

I finish my laundry and turn on the dryer and quickly move to the kitchen.

"I'm gonna take a shower if you aren't using the bathroom" I hear him call out while putting things in the washer

"Uh huh!" I call back, relieved he's not going to be in the same room for a while. I turn around juste in time to catch a glimpse of his ass from the side. The bathroom door shuts and the sound of water starts.

I sigh and pull out some eggs from the fridge. Oh yeah, Dylan and I swap cooking days. Its easier, and less cleanup for everyone.

As I'm chopping the bell peppers, Dylan comes out of the shower humming.

"What's for breakfast honey?" He chuckles as he saunters in the kitchen with nothing but his towel around his waist.

"Whoaaaa" I say after I turn my head to be met with his lightly furry damp chest "We are way too comfortable with each other now". My eyes dart across the small water beads on his chest hair.

"We're both dudes right?" He shrugs.

"Yeah we're both dudes" I sneak another glimpse at his V line

"Hey I just need a cup from here..."

I follow his eye gaze to the corner drawer above where I'm standing. I turn my body to reach up and grab his cup for him.

His hips are right behind mine, and then his chest is pressing on my back too as he pushes forward, reaching up to grab the cup. I lean forward into the counter as he pushes from behind.

Is that his cock?

His smell of his shower gel surrounds me. It feels like his skin is emanating heat.

"´Scuse... thought maybe you wouldn't be able to reach this anyways" His voice very close to my ear.

"Uh huh" I say quietly, keeping my eyes on the peppers. I can't turn around now. He'll see the tent. If I move, my ass will rub across his crotch. My knife pauses above the peppers.

Don't move... don't move ...

"Bathrooms all yours" Dylan starts to make his coffee.

I finish cooking breakfast and am too hot and bothered to eat it, so I go to the bathroom right away. I need to rub one out or I'll be distracted all day.

Putting my towel down and looking in the mirror, I notice something on the bathroom counter.

A little wad of toilet paper.

That's weird. Why did he leave that? He's usually pretty neat. For a dude anyways.

I get closer and study the paper wad, and the scent hits me. The same scent that was in his underwear. A cum wad.

He left me a cum wad. What is he trying to tell me? I sniff in the intoxicating odour again. The smell of fresh cum fills my lungs and my cock pulses.

Did he notice that I sprayed into his underwear and this is his revenge?

Did he just forget to throw it away?

I start masturbating instinctively as I breathe in his cum scent again.

Don't do it Ryan.

Don't do it.

I open up the paper wad while jerking off with my left hand.

There was a big glob of white goo in the middle of the wad. Still so fresh. So tasty. I open up my mouth.

Stop. I shake my head. I should tell my boyfriend first. It's not right ... it's not.

I reach and touch the goo, webbing it in my fingers, still jerking myself off. His juice is so thick I can manipulate it in my fingers

He stood right here in this spot while whacking off. Right hand beating himself off with his left holding the tissue close by to catch his cum. His muscles flexing in the steamy shower mirror.

I position the tissue wad where I think he might have had it while stroking. My cock head touches his cum and I moan out silently. Sliding my cock into the wad, I spread his goo over the base of my cock.

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck

His cum is lubricating my cock, making it slide smoothly across the tissue wad. I hear Dylan humming outside as he washes our dishes.

I think about his bulge pushing up against me as he reaches for the cup.

Oh fuck...

OH FUCK!!!! I cum silently into the wad and shoot beyond it on the bathroom counter. I look up and into the mirror of myself having an orgasm, which spurs me shoot another rope on the counter, with half of it hanging off the edge.

I look at my face in the mirror, mouth in an O shape silently spraying.

I'm such a fucking cumslut

I close my eyes and rub myself to completion of the orgasm, feeling the rapid contractions pulse out the rest of the cum and my knees wobble at the pleasure.

I clean off my cock with the wad, although it is not nearly enough tissue. I roll off more toilet paper to soak up the mess on the counter and throw it away before hopping in the shower.

Now I really have to tell my boyfriend

Right?

PART 3

We booked a room with two beds to save money. Which seemed ideal but as soon as we got into the room, I realize it's much too small to be a comfortable stay

And it's already 1 am.  

Dylan's girlfriend, Katy, flopped on the right bed. "I'm about to pass out"   

Me too, to be honest. I sit down on the left bed.   

"Well I guess no one's fucking this weekend" Dylan says with a sigh, while throwing his bag in between the beds. He leans down to kiss Katy, grabbing her waist on the way.   

He whispers something in her ear, and she whispers back something in his. Dylan comes up looking a bit disappointed.   

He must have noticed I was watching him, because he starts to explain himself   

"Should've fucked before we left" He sighs   

"Babe I had my period!!" Katy says  

 "How many times do I have to tell you I don't give a fuck??"   

"I know it's just ..." Katy''s eyes catches mine "You two probably don't wanna hear about it"   

My boyfriend Damien sets up our coats in the closet calls out "No we do not!"  

"Wait is that the rule? No fucking in the room?" I asked with genuine curiosity.  

 "That's common sense dude" Dylan says with his  face in his hands "Were you two planning to ..." He makes a hole and finger movement with his hands.  

"Yeah while you sleep" Damien comes over and wraps his arm around me, shooting me his goofy grin.   

I chuckle nervously. I can't really read the vibe of the room. This is a different step in our housemate and friendship ... being on a trip together. So either it goes well or it's a disaster.   

Dylan stares at us both, like he's trying to decide if Damien is serious or not.   

"Okay. Switch beds. Me with Ryan and you with Katy"   

"Why? That makes no sense" Katy says sleepily   

"Well baby if I spoon you I'm not going be able to sleep...you know how I get ..." His voice trails off as he realizes we're listening "And I do not want to wake up to them fucking each other's brains out"  

He clears his throat and raises an eyebrow at me and Damien  

Damien and I exchange bewildered looks quickly   

"Oh...Kay" I agree with a bit of a shake in my voice. I'm excited but I dont want to show that to Damien. I haven't told him I've played with Dylan's cum....twice  

We are so tired from the flight that we all ended up falling asleep despite the unusual sleeping arrangement.  

I wake up in a sweat with a heavy weight on me.   

What is that? Where am I? What time is it? Hot air puffs into my ear.   He lets out a low rumbling snore into my ear. His big arms are wrapped around me, squeezing me tight.   

His body is a living furnace, almost suffocating me with his body heat.   

I wiggle, trying to give him the hint to move off. He responds by adjusting his arms and pulling me closer.   

His beard scratches against my neck.  

 "Oh.." I let out a soft moan. His hot breath was blowing against my cheek, and I'm now sweating profusely under his heat.   

And I am so hard.   

His arms squeeze me again and I instinctively push my ass back, and his body immediately reacts to push up against my crack.   

Is he ...  Is he hard?   

I'm not sure. I can't tell. His beard scratches my neck again satisfyingly.   

"You luh so be" I hear him mumble nonsensically into my ear.   

Then I feel it.   

A undeniable thrust from his hips into my crack   

I let out another moan. His breathing changes in my ear. Now shorter. More staggered.   He's definitely hard. He thrusts again into my clothed crack.  

"Dylan?" I whisper loudly. What's he doing? Not here .. not with his girlfriend right there... not with...   

"Mmmm" He grumbles in my ear as he thrusts again, putting his arm around my waist and pulling me in.  

"Dyl-" my whisper cut by another thrust   "Oh..." His breathing changed again. Much more shallow. Much more irregular

"yeah baby ride it" He says clearly in my ear. My hard on strains in my pj pants  Is he dreaming about fucking? My body tingles as he thrusts again and again, his hot breath adding to my sweat. His beard rubs against my neck   

I'm so turned on. My dick is stiff and if he moves his arm, it's going to touch my crotch.   

"Ride it baby" He mutters again and I instinctively arch my back   

"Oh....Mmmmmmm" He grumbles lowly and grinds his hard on into my crack. His breathing interrupted and broken in my ear. His arms grip me even tighter  

"Oh..." He moans deeply in satisfaction in my ear and I feel pleasure concentrate at my groin.   

Oh my god.  Am I going to cum handsfree like this?

"Oh...." He moans again, this time softer and more relaxed.

Then I feel his whole body relax. And he lets go, flipping over to his back and snoring away.   

Did he...? Fuck my boner is killing me right now with how hard I was.   

I stay in my position for a while, enjoying the cooling sensation of not being smothered.  

I have to know if he jizzed or not. I have to. I need to know. 

 I turn around when I gather the courage and my heart skips a beat as Dylan sits up suddenly in the bed.   

"Fuck" I hear him mutter. He takes off his shirt rapidly.  

"You okay baby?" I hear Katy mutter sleepily from the other bed   

"Yeah I just got too hot." Dylan whispers. I open my eyes to see him rub his beard. His forehead was glistening from sweat under the dim moonlight.   

I watch him look down at his groin and his face form a look of disgust. I close my eyes quickly as he turns his head my direction.  I keep my eyes shut, hoping to be invisible.   

I reopen my eyes only when I hear Dylan moving, I open my eyes just in time to see his ass as he slides off his dirty underwear. He makes the bed creak as he gets up and rummages his luggage for a clean pair.   

"I'm gonna shower baby. You wanna come?"   

"Yeah...ok" I hear Katy say "I'm awake. You ok?"   

"I think I had a wet dream"   

"A what?" She asks with confusion as she sits up  

"Like a fucking teenage boy" Dylan grumbles as they leave for the bathroom  My boner burns on. I look down from the bed to see the underwear Dylan took off.   

I can't help it  I can't help it at all. I pick it up and smell it.   

His cum. His delicious intoxicating cum. So fresh this time.   

I hungrily lick the underwear, jerking myself absent mindfully while I savour the taste of his juices in my mouth. Being in a dark hotel room only makes it so much hotter. I close my eyes and enjoy rolling his sperm around my mouth before swallowing.  

"Damien?" I call out as the shower starts running. No response. I crawl over to his bed and shake him a bit   

"What?..."   I push my boner against him, placing the dirty underwear just behind him.   

"Right now?..." he reaches his hand back to feel my rock hard boner "whoa... what's gotten in to you?"   He rubs my cock and I moan out loud   

"Shhh!"   

"They're in the shower" I say as I tug down his pants   

"Make it quick..."  He helps me take off his pants just enough

I quickly pull out my cock and position it, dropping a globe of saliva on my cock. I'm so hard. Im so fucking hard. I need to fuck. I need to fuck right now.   

"OhhhhHhhh" we moan simultaneously as I penetrate him.  

I fuck him with my stiff shaft, feeling the reverbs of the pleasure I'm giving him   

"Oh my god you're so hard..." He moans out into his pillow

"Oh god..." I'm in ectasy from being in warm wet hole. I fuck him in different angles until I find one to settle into, with him flat on his belly.

"MmMm" I fuck him, trying to bring myself to the edge as quick as possible. They're gonna be out of the shower soon.   

"Cum in me ry-ry"   

I growl in displeasure. That's not what I want to hear right now. I push his head into the pillow with one hand to cover his moans.  

With the other hand, I grab Dylan's dirty underwear   

Wait. No. Don't do it Ryan. This is definitely crossing the -   

I take the boxer and shove it into my face to inhale deeply. My nose touches the wet spot on the front  

 "OHHHHhH" I moan, slightly muffled by the cloth infront of my face. I start pumping my seed into his hole. I breathe in again his manly juice   

"Oh god...." I feel a second wave of orgasm come on as I continue to fuck his ass and milk my cock inside him "Oh ...god....!!"  

"Ahhh!" Damien moans out and I bit the underwear in my mouth, tasting a bit of the residual cum as I empty myself in him, holding his ass cheeks as I try to bury myself inside.  

"Oh ...oh...." I moan out at the waves of receding pleasure   

"Wow..." I hear Damien mumble with his face in the pillow. I let go out of his head and lay down next to him, spooning him.   

The bathroom door opens and I quickly jump up with shock, throwing his used underwear back at the floor, and then pulling up my pants  

"Oh hey you awake too dude." Dylan turns the corner as he rubs a towel in his hair. Katy is still in the bathroom "Did we wake you?"  

"Yeah. NO i mean. Its fine"  

"Sorry if I snored. Hey were we ... uh..." He does a hugging motion with his arms   

"I don't know" I lie   

"Ok good" His eyes catch his boxers on the ground and he picks it up quickly and shoves it in his backpack. I pretend to not know what that's about or even notice his frantic motion.

What is he trying to tell me? What do I tell Damien?