Ry-Dy Christmas Special 3 | Talking always ends up with a dick in my ass

Everyone is over the age of 18

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I didn’t see Dylan or hear from him for a whole day after our little “fight”. Can we even call that a fight? At first, I purposefully didn’t reach out because I didn’t feel like it was my fault. All I did was invite him to spend Christmas with my family instead of being here all alone. He was the one who said he didn’t want to spend more days apart. Like whatever, he can spend his Christmas jerking off alone. 

However, by the time it was dinner time, my perspective started to change. My body and mind longed for him badly during my weekend trip and it sucks so much that we got two fuck sessions in before shit hit the fan. I waited in the living room so that we could talk when he got home from work, but it got late enough that I just went to bed. 

I was still wide awake when I heard his door open and close softly. I had half a mind to go talk to him right then and there, but it must be at least midnight by now and they say nothing good ever happens at this hour. 

Tomorrow. Tomorrow, we’ll figure it out.

I dosed in and out of consciousness the whole night. Having the horrible sleep that I did, I woke up late to the sound of Dylan putting on his shoes at the front door. I couldn’t envision myself having a serious talk with him half-awake, so I just waited until the door opened and closed before I sat up. 

Okay. Tonight then. Tonight, we’ll figure it out.

I do recognize that I might have overreacted. Yeah, we fuck all the time and he made me exclusive to him, but still, we are not married or anything. It’s probably is weird as fuck to be invited to someone’s family holiday traditions where everyone else that will go together is a couple. I just wanted to be with him more. That’s all.

I closed out of my work tasks earlier than usual. There’s a craft beer that Dylan likes that can only be found in a brewery across town and he’s made us drive a couple times just to get it. It could make a good peace offering when he gets home tonight. 

With the traffic and all, it took me about an hour and a half before I arrived back home. I opened the door to a savoury smell wafting past me. 

“Ry?” I heard Dylan call out to me from the kitchen.

“Yeah!” It was nice to hear his voice again. And he didn’t sound angry. I walked into the kitchen to see him wiping his hands on the towel hanging from the oven. 

“Shepherd's Pie. Kind of anyways. I didn’t have the time to do the whole deal. It’s all ready.” Dylan’s eyes go down to the case of beer in my right hand. “Is that…?”

“Yeah.” I hand him the case and he puts it on the counter behind him. Dylan hands me a hot plate and we walk over to the dining table that we rarely use. 

“Oh, forgot the utensils,” Dylan says.

“I’ll get it.” I put my plate down. 

“No, you sit. I’ll get it.” Dylan goes into the kitchen before I can. The meal smells delicious but I need to talk it out before we eat. I stand at the table until he comes back with his hands full of utensils and 2 cans of beer.

“Dylan,” I extended my hand to grab the things in his hands, “maybe we should talk about yesterday?”

With a smile, Dylan doesn’t hand me my utensil and instead stands behind me to place the napkin beside my plate. His body pushes against me as he places the fork and beer down, sending a shiver down my spine.

He smells really good today.

“I’m sorry about yesterday,” Dylan says quietly in my ear as he adjusts the fork on the napkin endlessly. “I got freaked out.”

“Yeah, I could tell.” I shiver again as his beard scratches my right temple. “You don’t have to come if it’s weird.”

“It’s a big step. But I don’t want to spend any more days without you.”

I could feel his attraction towards me. His masculine aura surrounds me as he closes his arms around me. Dylan kisses me gently on my temple and I lean back into his warm body. He hikes up my shirt as he hugs me, running his rough hands up to my chest. His hard-on pressed against me, and my hard-on pressed against the table.  

So much for talking.

“I just want to eat you up.” His low voice rumbles in my ear. His hands explore my lower half, groping my crotch and ass. “I didn’t get you off yesterday.”

“Oh, sir…” I gasp. Dylan takes my pants off roughly and slaps my ass cheeks. The screeching sound of him dragging the chair beside us distracted me from the fact that he got on his knees. 

“Put your leg here.” He lifts my foot onto the chair. The following feeling was an incredibly wet and sloppy feeling at my crack.

“Oh…” I placed my palms on the table as Dylan dug into my hole and rubbed his beard on my crack. His tongue wiggled while his hand went between my legs and stroked my cock. 

“I love this ass,” Dylan moans into my crack. “That’s my ass, isn’t it boy?”

“Yes, sir…” I mumble weakly at his tongue intruding every part of my hole. I find myself losing myself to the feeling as his tongue goes deeper and deeper. After digging for a while, Dylan switches to long swipes along my crack. “Are you going to fuck me, sir?”

“Is that what my boy wants?”

“Yes! Oh fuck yes!”

I smelt the saliva on his beard when he came up beside me again. I stayed in position and waited for his instructions while he took off his clothes. Pushing his rock-solid dick in my crack, Dylan leans forward and clasps both his hands over mine. 

“Say ‘Sir’ one more time,” Dylan says in my ear.

“Please fuck me, sir,” I whine. “OHHH!” His dick pushes into my eaten-out hole. His hands tighten their clasp around mine. 

“Good boy… oh that’s a good boy…”

“Oh god…oh my fucking god…!” Him deep inside me is all I ever want to feel!

Dylan gives me what I want and nails me against the table roughly. I watched the silverware tremble in front of me while I enjoyed getting dominated by the man that I care about so much. 

“I’m going to come, okay?”

“Yeah, cum inside me!” I arch my back for him.

“No, I’m going to come with you. To your hometown,” Dylan grunts as he thrusts hard into me. He kissed me again at the temple. “I want to make you happy. Oh Ry...fuck, I might actually cum. Can I cum?”

I didn’t have to reply because I knew he was going to seed me with the way his thrusts accelerated. I love this part.

I love this part so fucking much.

“Oh! Oh fuck Ry… Oh yeah! MmmmM.” His climax is everything I want. “Ry?” His hand points my chin towards him.

“MMmmm,” I moan into his mouth as he kisses me. His other hand wraps around my stiff cock as he continues to thrust into me. “MMmmMMm!”

OH MY GOD!

OH MY GOD!

I spill my love onto his fist before I could warn him and he fucks and kisses me throughout my delirium. I could hardly kiss back as the pleasure wreaked havoc on my body.

OH MY GOD!

“Good boy…good boy…that’s my good boy…” Dylan whispers to me between his kisses.

Eventually, we settled into breathless giggles and quieter moans as we came back to our senses. Suddenly, I felt really hungry. Like starving.

“Were you serious about coming?” I ask him.

“Already got the ticket.” Dylan hugs me tight.

I still think my mom is going to love him.