Ry-Dy | The Road Trip (One Shot)

Everyone is over the age of 18

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Authors note: To be honest, I am a bit shocked that Ry-Dy won out at the polls. For those who are new, Ry-Dy is a series from earlier this year. You can read more about them here in this collection.

Well...enjoy. This takes place after the last we heard from Ry-Dy, but as one-shot, there's no story arc tied to this one. Enjoy!

From Ryan's POV:

I can't remember if I hit the snooze button two or three times and I can’t remember when I ended up turning it off completely. I just remember it was still dark the first time I opened my eyes to that abrasive ring and now there's light out. 

I sat up in a panic. We were supposed to leave at 7:00 to start driving. If we get stuck in traffic, it's going to be shit. 

“Dylan!” I shout as I burst into my housemate's room while slipping on a shirt. He's still fast asleep, laying spread eagle on his bed, with the sheet strewn over his legs. 

“We gotta go!” I shout again as I jog back to my room to get my socks. Should I brush my teeth? Ah fuck it. I'll just bring it with me. 

“Ugh…” I hear Dylan groan from his room. I quickly shove some things in my bag and zip it up. Going back to his room, I see that he's done the opposite of what I want and wrapped himself up more in the blanket. 

“Come on! We were supposed to be on the road 2 hours ago!” I say in exasperation as I try to get the blanket off him. It was impossible of course because of how much bigger he is than me, but the effort was enough for him to open his sleepy eyes at me. He rubs his beard before rolling on his back and stretching his arms. 

“Remember when you used to wake me up with something nice instead?” His right arm slides underneath the blanket to scratch himself lazily.

“Not the time,” I say as I throw the blanket off him. His hand is pulling his waistband down a little and enough for me to see his dark brown pubes. “We gotta go. Did you pack yet?” I look around his messy room and answer my own question silently.

“I feel like I got hit by a fucking truck,” he takes his hand out of his boxers and puts both hands behind his head with a yawn. 

“I knew I should’ve stopped you from drinking last night,” I say as I remember that I forgot to pack some snacks for the road. I turn to leave and grab them, and is stopped by Dylan's hand on the inside of my left thigh. 

“Hey boy… look…” 

I turn to look and Dylan pulls his cock and balls out of his boxer slit. He hasn't trimmed in a while and his thick cock arches beautifully out of his curly bush. 

He pulls the foreskin down just a bit to reveal the wet tip. His thumb on his other hand rubs my inner thigh in gentle circles as he looks up at me. 

“You want a load before we go, boy?” He rubs himself gently.

I do. I love his cock. I love his musk and the way he tastes in the morning. 

But we have to go. 

“Later,” I insist as I pull away. “Get packed!” 

It took him another 15 minutes to get out of bed and 20 to get packed up and I badgered him to go faster every step of the way but it was like he was on slow mode.  I relax once we get everything in his new van and get on the road. We spent way too much fucking money on this festival to be stuck at the back. 

I open a bag of chips and hand one to him, but he refuses by shaking his head and keeping his eyes on the road. He didn't have time to shower or shave, and his messy look is completed by the stained white tank top that he's wearing. 

“Oh come on, you can't be mad at me. This festival was your idea,” I offer him a chip again and he refuses again. 

“We don't have to get there so early. It's not like they won't let us in,” he says as he settles into driving on the highway. 

“We agreed to leave early,” I shrug as I munch on my chips. “Not my fault you wanted to drink last night.” 

“Yeah, well not everyone clicks around on a computer as a job,” Dylan says while tilting his head on either side to stretch it. “Some of us need the pain relief.”

I feel pretty annoyed about that and decide to ignore it so I don’t give him the satisfaction. We sit in the car silently as the time and scenery passes by us. 

About only an hour in, Dylan signals to pull off the highway. We are nowhere near the venue yet. 

“This isn't the exit,” I pull off my earbuds to talk to him. 

“I'm starving. I saw a sign for a diner,” he says as he makes the turn. 

“We're already late!” I roll my eyes. 

“It's just a burger, Ry,” he says in annoyance like it’s my fault.

And of course we get lost too. I wasn't looking at the road but I'm pretty sure the sign probably said the diner was the next exit down. It looks like nothing but farmland here. Dylan is getting visibly agitated as he curses under his breath.

“If you had just gotten out of bed earlier, you could've gotten something to eat,” I say snidely as I look up the directions on my phone to get back on the highway. 

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!

The truck comes to a halting stop in the middle of nowhere. 

“That's enough,” Dylan’s glare pierced into me and I suddenly felt a lot smaller.

“I'm just saying…” I say meekly as my senses get overwhelmed by the anger that's radiating off him. 

“And I'm saying that's enough,” Dylan’s grip is tight on the steering wheel, and I find it increasingly hard to look him in his eyes.

“Okay,” I concede, sinking back into my seat a bit to hide from his glare.

“Excuse me?” 

“Sorry sir,” I swallow. 

I find myself suddenly incredibly attracted to him. His powerful presence strips away my confidence and all I want to do is please him and make him forgive me. All my senses are heightened as he continues his glare at me. 

I unbuckle my seat belt and lean over to touch his crotch.

His hand gripping the back of my hair takes my breath away. It doesn't hurt, but it's firm enough to make me stop and wait for his next words.

“You think you deserve this after your attitude this morning?” I can feel his cock hardening under his shorts. All I can think of is how much I want his meat in my mouth now and how I’m not sure if squeezing his crotch is going to get me in more trouble or not. He flexes his hardening cock under my touch. 

“Please? I'm sorry sir. I didn't mean to give you attitude but I was just…”

“No excuses,” his hand the back of my head tightens. “You respect me or we're going to have issues.” 

“Yes sir,” I respond as my mouth salivates. I outline the shape of his hard on through the shorts’ fabric while my own cock aches painfully. 

“Out of the car,” he commands. His seatbelt almost hits in the face as it unsnaps. Dylan leaves the van and I watch him walk towards the back through the windows. I quickly get out too and follow him. 

“Get in,” he tilts his head at the open space at the back of his van. I look at him hesitantly and around the quiet farmland around us. 

“Get in,” he repeats with the same intense energy coming from him. 

“Yes sir,” I obey without questioning further and climb onto the back. I turn around to watch him tear off his old tank top and throw it beside me. 

He puts both hands on the top of the car and raises an eyebrow at me. I quickly catch the hint to lower his shorts. His semi hard cock springs out and I dive into him hungrily, swallowing up his salty schlong and burying my nose into his coarse pubes. 

“MMmmM,” I groan as his shaft thickens in my mouth. Oh my god I needed his dick right now. I slide my tongue in sloppy wipes on the underside of his shaft and I pull at his cock with my lips to lengthen it out. 

“That's my good boy,” he moans above me and that makes me groan in pleasure again. I rub myself through my pants excitedly as I suck him to full hardness, pushing my nose into his musky pubes. Balancing on one hand, I cup his heavy balls with my other and feel him shudder. 

Yes. You need to release that stress Sir. Release it into me. Blow all that tension into me. 

me.

I deserve it.

Please.

Sir.

I moan hungrily as I slurp on his rod, twisting hungrily with my head while massaging his ballsack. I feel the liquid in his cock surge in his shaft as I work it. 

“You think you deserve this load Ry?” He grunts, obviously trying to keep his composure. His hips betray him as he thrusts into my mouth to match my sucking. 

“Mmmmmm” I moan, unwilling to take his cock out of my mouth. 

He takes it out of my mouth and holds me back when I make a desperate lunge for his cock. I stick my tongue out and he slides his cock horizontally on the tip. Then, he repeats himself.

“Well? Do you deserve it?” 

“Please…” I pant as I try to lick him. He moves his hips back, widening the distance between my tongue and his cock. I realize my mistake and try again. 

“Please, sir,” I look up vulnerably at him towering over me. 

Dylan nods approvingly at me. 

“Turn around.”

I do so, climbing over some bags in the process. My knees hurt a bit as he pulls me in the right position, and even more as I shuffle awkwardly to let him pull my pants off. 

Smack!

The sound of his hand smacking my cheeks is embarrassingly loud in the quiet countryside. I duck my head down on the floor as he spreads my cheeks and I feel the natural air blowing on it.

I’m such a fucking slut for this man.

He spreads spit on my hole with the tip of his thick cock and I arch my back in preparation. I had slobbered all over his cock so I know it is nice and wet for the 

First…

Penetration…

“Oh!” I cry out as he slides his length into me. 

“Oh god Ry…” his tone sounds weakened as he sinks into me. “Oh, you want it alright. You're so loose for me.” He shoves the last bit in.

He doesn't wait to start drilling me.

Pounding me.

Using me.

Claiming me. 

I plant my forehead on the floor of the van with my ass up high. I let him freely into me, just as it should be, because this ass belongs to him. 

But he asks anyways. 

“Whose hole is this?” 

“Your hole sir,” I grunt out at his strong thrusts. 

“Yeah?” His breath is rapid. 

“Yes … uh..” I close my eyes as he changes his angle to rail my prostate. “Yes… sir”

“Good boy…” his hands running from my tailbone to my neck hike up my sweater on their way. “I'm ready to nut in you.”

The excitement explodes in my heart as I think about him seeding me in public like this. 

“Breed me sir…” I cry out loudly as I jerk off. 

“Quiet!” He hushes me by covering my mouth but I can't contain my desire for him. I moan out loudly against his palm, licking his sweaty hand as I arch my back for him. 

Breed me!

Breed me!! 

BREED ME!!!  

“Ah! yeahHhh OH!” He grunts out with some restraint as he thrusts deep into me repeatedly. His hand on my face tightens, covering my nose too in process 

I can't breathe! 

I can't breathe! 

I spray my cum onto the trunk floor, all the while begging for him to fuck me harder while muffled by his palm.

“Mm!”

Clap!

“Mm!”

Clap!

“MM!”

His hand releases my face and I gasp out the fresh grass scented air as I catch my breath from cumming. With one hand, I rub my cock for the last seconds of pleasure. With the other hand, I reach back to hold his ass cheeks to keep him in me. 

“Oh god … Ry…” he leans forward and puts his face at the back of my neck. His hands run down the front side of my thighs.

“Sir…” I say with a whimper. 

He knows what I want.

What I need.

“I’m sorry for earlier Ry,” he says shakily as he kisses my neck once.