Ry-Dy Christmas Special 1 | Distance makes the dick grow harder

Everyone is over the age of 18

Well well well… I have never been able to escape the requests to restart Ry-Dy. This isn’t exactly season 2, but here are 8 stories of them together for the holiday season. Hope y’all are happy hahaha.

If you don’t know who Ry-Dy is, you have to start here for all the context.

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“Ry I’m really sorry, I can’t pick you up at the airport tonight. Boss wants us to stay and do overtime at the site before it snows tomorrow.” I get the text from Dylan after turning off airplane mode on my phone.

“It’s alright, I’ll take a cab,” I texted back. It would’ve been nice to see him after a weekend work trip but we’re housemates, so I’ll see him sooner or later. 

“Good boy.” 

I smiled at my screen in the back of the cab. While officially we are nothing but housemates, the evolving sexual dynamic between us is undeniable. In fact, these last two days were the first time since he claimed me sexually that he hasn’t fed me his load one way or another. 

Dylan claimed he’d save it all up for me, but I’m not sure if he meant it seriously or not. Either way, I took it seriously and haven’t jerked off during my trip. That being said, I’m so ready to be his good boy again. 

Whatever he’s got for me, I’m ready.

I had time to unpack my carry-on and shower before Dylan got back. My hair was still wet when I heard him jingling at the door. I sit up straight from the couch as the door opens, and then decide that I should go greet him. 

Wearing a high visibility vest, Dylan comes in with grime on his forehead and cheeks. It was winter outside, but Dylan never seemed to need to put on a jacket. I’m not complaining too much, because it showcased his hairy forearms. He’s a walking wet dream for anyone who loves their blue-collared men.

“Hey Ry-Ry.” He smiles at me tiredly from the door while he steps on one shoe to take the other one off. “Ah…” 

He looks so hot.

“Did you see the pizza in the fridge?” 

I felt myself get drawn to walk closer to him until the pungent stench of his sweaty socks stung my nose. Another gust of a mix of his deodorant, sweat, and construction smells hits me as he takes off his neon-color vest. I dropped to my knees in front of the hunk of a man, leaning my face in the crotch of his workman’s pants.

“Mmmm…” I huff in his crotch’s musk. I rubbed my nose in it, taking in his scent while remembering the feeling of him ejecting his juice in my mouth.

I want it now.

“Let me shower for you first,” Dylan says half-heartedly while I unbutton his pants. I pull his boxers and pants off in one go and his smelly cock bounces in front of me. “I reek.”

I ignore him and swallow down his semi-flaccid cock, tasting his salty skin while rubbing my nose into his unruly pubes. Taking another big sniff, I felt the blood fill up his cock in my mouth.

Oh, I’ve missed him.

I refused to let go of his cock as I tongued the underside of his shaft, sniffing his musky crotch while I massaged his calves.

“Ohh…good boy,” he groans above me. “I need to get off my feet though Ry.”

I pulse my tongue on his delicious piece of meat a couple more times before I reluctantly pull his shaft out of my throat. A string of saliva connected my lips with his slimy cock, and I took it in again deeply to huff his pubes again. 

“You sure you don’t want me to shower first?” Dylan says as he takes off his dirty t-shirt. “I can smell myself.”

Holding on to his cock as I get up, I sniff his treasure trail all the way up to his furry chest. I nudged at his hairy right pit with my nose and as soon as he lifted his arm I reveled in his manly stink. 

“Mmmmm” I take in his intoxicating stench, rubbing my lips in the coarse pit hair and exploring every inch of his underarm. 

“Alright…you’re asking for a fucking…your bed or mine?”

“Whatever you want sir,” I groan and lick his salty pit. My own underarms hurt as he picks me up and I wrap my legs around him naturally. He carries us to his room where he gently puts me on his bed. I tear my clothes off while he takes off his socks. 

I want it now.

“Oh fuck I am so tired.” His heavy weight crashes on the bed next to me and I sit up to service him again. “Nope. Cuddles first.” Dylan pulls me into the spooning position with little effort. 

“Sir,” I gasp as I feel his stiff member at my ass, “please.”

“You smell good.” He sniffs my neck. “We’re like oil and water right now.” 

I reach back and grab his thick base, pointing it towards my hole. I use his dick to slather copious amounts of precum on my ring. 

He wants it as bad as I do. I know he does.

“I’ve missed this,” Dylan says as he starts humping me lightly, dipping the head of his cock inside me. “Did you have a good trip?”

“Ohhhhh….” A little more than his head slides inside me. My ass demands more of him! More! Now!

“Did you think about me?” He takes out his dick and puts about the same amount in again to my frustration. “I thought about you a lot. I kept my promise.”

“Yeah?” I gasp again as more of his meat slides into me. 

“Oh yeah,” Dylan grunts as his dick glides out of me. “Feel all that precum? That’s what a two-day load will do to me.” I reach back to caress his ass to encourage him to go deeper. 

“OhhHHHH,” I moan loudly as he pushes the rest of him into me. 

“Oh fuck yeah Ry.” Dylan picks up his pace but keeps most of his meat inside me. “That’s my good boy.” He lifts my leg and reaches under to hold my cock. 

I release my control to him as he penetrates me deeply, allowing him to do what he wants to my hole. 

“I’ve missed you.”

“Oh FUCK!” I moan at the rapidly increasing sensation. Dylan rubs me while poking my insides. 

“I’ve missed my boy.” His haggard breathing on my neck is so hot!

“Sir!”

It was too late to warn him. Cum comes spilling out of me and onto his hand and bedsheets. Dylan notices and picks up his rhythm at the right time, augmenting the strength of my contractions around his shaft. 

“Ahh…aHHhh..AHHHHHNNNn” I felt his muscles contract around my neck as he plunged into me deeply. “AHhh..Ahhhh..mmMmm..mmmm.” His moans disintegrate into whines.

His two-day load floods into me and he keeps me plugged up tight as we breathe heavily out of sync with each other. 

“Amazing.” Dylan rubs the inside of the thigh he’s holding up. “Don’t ever go again.”

“It’s Christmas next week.” I chuckle with half my face in the pillow. “Ohio is calling me.” 

“Well, damn.” He lifts his goop-covered hand to my face and I lick my cum off it. “How long are you going to be gone?”

“A week. You’re not going home?”

“My family is all over the place,” Dylan says and I feel him pull out from me. I reach back and press on his buttock to signal for him to stay in. “Nowhere for me to go.”

“Come with me. My mom will love you,” I cleaned up the side of his fist with my tongue. 

“Oh?” I couldn’t tell what the tone of his voice meant.