Ry-Dy Christmas Special 5 | I cum when he wants me to cum

Everyone is over the age of 18

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From Dylan’s POV:

The dark rings around his eyes along with his unruly hair are cute. Ryan works a cushy work-from-home job and so he probably doesn’t get up at 3 am very often. 

“You didn’t have to change your flight for me, you know.” I chuckle as I take his luggage from him. “Take mine. It’s lighter.” 

“Let’s just go,” he mumbles. “I need a sweater.” 

“I’ve got one.” I pull my grey hoodie out of my backpack and watch him slide it on like a potato sack. Cute. Very cute. 

I was tired too, but I knew I would be able to sleep on the plane. I’ve never had an issue with that and I’m no stranger to getting up early. With his head buried in the hood of my sweater, Ryan fell asleep on the cab ride there. Once we get there and finish going through security, he hands the sweater back to me. 

“You wear it. It looks good on you.” 

“I’m pretty sure the officers thought I was hiding something up it,” Ryan says with a big yawn. 

“Wear it. I like it on you,” I insisted and he put it back on. He looks so miniscule with the sleeves going past his hands like that. While we wait for boarding, Ryan falls asleep again and I watch our things for us. It doesn’t bother me to take care of him like that.

Actually, I could get used to it.

Once we board and we have our seatbelt on, my brain starts to shut off. With the unintelligible garble of the safety announcements as background noise, I close my eyes to rest. The next time I opened my eyes, we were in the air and the flight attendants were pushing the drinks cart down the aisle. 

I turned my head to see Ryan on my right, still wearing my hoodie. He’s got his headphones in and is watching a movie. I give him a little squeeze on the lap to get his attention. 

“Hi sleepyhead.”

“You’re the sleepyhead. I –” I yawned. “I was tired after being your personal bodyguard this morning.”

“Uh-huh.” He takes off his headphones. 

“How much longer?”

“We’ve been in the air for about an hour only. You can sleep for longer. Stop doing that.”

Ryan says I have a bad habit of scratching my crotch. I have noticed it more now that he's pointed it out, but it's a hard thing to break. I work in construction with a bunch of guys so it never bothered anyone else before.

“No one’s watching.” I move my hand anyway. It must be around my usual wake-up time because my morning wood is never late. “Look Ry.” I pull my grey sweats back just enough for him to see what I'm talking about. 

We look at each other and try to not laugh too loud in the relatively quiet cabin. Plus, there was another guy besides Ryan who was sleeping while leaning against the window. 

“Looks like we're going to break our streak again,” Ryan says. He's looking at my crotch, but I don't think he's brave enough to try something in public. 

“Mile high club?” I suggest. “Have you ever tried?” 

“I don't think we would both fit.” 

Oof. I know this look in his eyes. 

“What are you thinking, Ry-Ry?” 

“I want to eat your load.” His words make my cock bounce in its confines.

“You're going to have to wait. Unless we find a blanket or something.” I run the idea in my head. Still, there's no way no one will see him bobbing up and down my cock in such a tight space. 

I could see Ryan running through different scenarios in his head too. He must really want it if he's thinking so hard about it. You could almost see the lightbulb go off above his head. 

He takes off my sweater that he's wearing and places it on my lap. Then, he slides his left hand underneath and pats around until he lands on my crotch. Ryan raises his eyebrows at me as he gropes my stiff member and I flex it for him. Being in a new environment was making me harder than normal. 

Ryan gets in the waistband of my pants, making the digging motion so obvious with his elbow for anyone watching and reaches down until he grips the base of my shaft. The ladies pushing the cart move slowly between each row of seats, handing out drinks as they go. 

I felt his thumb caress the slit of my cock while his other fingers massaged the length of my shaft. His thumb slides easier as I ooze out precum for him to play with.

“Would you like anything sir?” the flight attendant asks me. Ryan looks straight forward as if his hand wasn’t buried in my pants. 

“I’m fine.” 

“Some juice for me please,” Ryan says nonchalantly. He slides my foreskin up and down past my head minimally as he makes small talk with the flight attendant. It was enough to keep me hard but not much more than that. After Ryan gets his drink and the ladies leave, he pulls his hand out from my crotch. Webbing my precum between his thumb and index finger, he makes a show of stretching the slime out before placing it on his tongue.

Dirty horny boy.

I felt the need to kiss him, so I did. While our lips connected, Ryan’s hand finds its way back into my pants and I moan under my breath in his mouth. He smiles, which breaks up our kiss, and puts his head on my shoulder. Like that, he jerks me off slowly, spreading the precum from my head to my shaft as needed.

“I want to eat your load,” Ryan says quietly enough so that only I can hear.

“I don’t know if this is enough,” I whisper back. His movements are just perfectly minimal enough to not cause any waves under the hoodie, but it wasn’t how I usually get off. 

“But I want to eat it.”

I must have oozed then because my dick became a lot more slippery in his hands. 

“I’m hungry for it Dylan.” His hand went down to graze my balls and I felt the tingle spread from there. 

“Play with my balls,” I say. I take a subtle breath as the tip of his fingers travels across my ball sack. The tingling sensation grows stronger with my loose skin being pinched between his fingers. 

I put my left hand down my pants too and grab what I can of my shaft with his arm blocking me partially. In tandem,  we massage my shaft and balls until the tingly feeling makes my legs vibrate.

“I want to swallow your load. I hope it’s a big one.”

“Mmm…” I collect myself after an involuntary moan. 

“I’m going to drink it all down. Every drop.” With his head on my shoulder, his voice is clear as day to me. His fingers pull and stretch at my ballsack the way I like. The hoodie on top of me is vibrating now with my legs, but I don’t care.

I’m going to cum for him. 

Just for him.

“How?” I make out amongst the vibrations of my entire body. Ryan looks around the cabin for a second before reaching under the hoodie with his other hand to pull the waistband away from my body. With my free hand, I attempt to help him get my sweats off a little. I looked around nervously to see if anyone was disturbed by our commotion, but everyone was either sleeping or watching their screen. 

“Oh Ry…” I let out another uncontrollable moan as he cups my balls with one hand. “It’s cumming.”

“Tell me when it’s at the last moment.” He takes over stroking my cock with his left hand while cupping my balls with his right. I grip up to the armrest as I vibrate along with the plane. The way he’s bent over my seat is so obvious.

So needy!

“I’m cumming,” I whispered. Ryan ducks down quickly and I cover his head with the hoodie. As soon as his mouth closes around my shaft, I let go of my will to hang on.

HOLY!

FUCK!

I resist fucking upwards or holding his head as I burst inside his warm and wet mouth. He pulses his tongue on me, prolonging my contractions and pulling the juice out of me. 

FUCK!

FUCK!

FUCK!

I keep my face as neutral as possible until I go past the climax of my orgasm and come down. Ryan sucks happily under the hoodie and I tap on his head to get him to stop.

“There’s more, I think.” Ryan licks his lips as he sits back up.

Fuck, he’s cute.

I kiss him again, tasting my bitter juices on his tongue. His hand wraps around my semi-soft cock, squeezing from the base. 

“Hey…” I protested in his mouth.

“There was more.” Ryan interrupts our kiss to suck his fingers clean.