Date: Mon, 13 Nov 2023 12:04:35 +0000
From: Scribbler Lad <scribblerlad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ryan Air - Part 1

Ryan Air - Part 1

I'm on a packed, late night, budget flight to a holiday isle. I'm
exhausted, at the end of a relationship and skint. Three lads boarding
ahead of me catch my eye...


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Ryan Air - Part 1

It's late, I'm not in a great mood. Why would I be after a hard day at
work, what with packing and after getting a taxi to airport only to find
chaos, security was a bitch and now the queue to board was a mess. People
everywhere.

Why did I chose this late flight, oh yeah I remember now, £249 for a
week all inclusive in a 3* or 4* mystery hotel. I'm skint and so beggars
can't be choosers.

The sound of laughter above the hub-hub caught my attention. The lads tight
arses in the black shorts even more so. The group ahead in the line were
getting rowdy. Just 3 lads and lasses flying off for a good time in
Majorca.

The lads goofed around playing grab ass and man hugging wrestling as they
boarded and eventually sat in the row in front but across from me.
Thankfully I had my aisle seat as usual. The 3 girls in tow were sat in the
row in front of me.

The lad sat in the aisles seat muscular, tanned, hairy legs show all the
way up, right up to the start of his arse as the side slit in his shorts
had pushed back, his legs manspreading into the aisle, clutching his jewels
momentarily as they laughed and wrestled with the guy in middle seat, all
arms, grins, hugs and close contact.

I was entranced.

I notice he has a Ryan Gosling look about him as he turns briefly to see
who's around him. He's bending over now getting stuff out of his bag, his
broad shoulders and that nape, I see the start of the down covered bumps of
his spine, and two deep hollows as the two outer neck muscles flex around
the nape and rise up to support his head, adorned by a modern haircut, his
rich dark auburn hair shaved like a short back and sides with a mop on top.

The lads order and crack open beers as the drinks trolley makes its slow
decent down the aisle. He's flirting mildly with the petite but buxom
stewardess as he pays for the drinks. They gulp down the cans and crush
them, play seat wrassling then get bored.

He gets up, stretches and announces he's going for a piss to his mates, to
the girls, and anyone in earshot. He makes a brief JO hand sign to his
mates and they all laugh. He spots me grinning and he stretches, lifting
his T shirt revealing the very top of his bush and his happy trail which
disappears up his T shirt, and as the curtain falls, he briefly clutches
his package.

His cute bum stretches the thin material of his ever so short black Nike
shorts as he passes me his arms pulling the seats to steady himself through
a bit of turbulence. After about a minute or so I get up to follow. The
toilet is occupied so we wait, stood behind him. I look closely at his back
and his strong arms as he bends to peer out of the windows. I'm breathing
him in, I catch his warmth and his odour, musky but delicate, then a strong
whiff, he must've let a bubble go.

The pretty hostess passes and he breathes in as she squeezes past him, her
tits rubbing his chest, smiling at the fit young lad. He looks at me and
smiles raising his eyebrows, doing a `she's fit' signal. His brown eyes
twinkling as he grins and ostentatiously studies her arse as she walks
away.

The toilet door clicks open and a woman comes out and we rearrange
positions in the cramped space to let her pass as he enters the loo. I wait
and hear a few bumps on the door and wall then a loud sound of him drilling
his piss into the steel pan, fuck he's like a hosepipe. Then silence, ages
of silence and the odd bump on the door.

I wait.

The door clicks and he comes out, our chests touch as he squeezes past me,
his hand grabs my package very briefly as his eyes lock mine. I click the
door locked and breathe in, that musky smell of cum, and heavy dark piss
reflecting the overhead light. I look on the seat and there it is dripping
into the stainless steel pan, his thick white spunk, I take a finger of
freshly minted goo and smell it, like heaven and the taste, sweeter than
mine, hormone filled young cum. I bend forward and lick the goo off the
seat, I look in the mirror and my tongue is covered white, I swallow. I
look above the seat and another blast, maybe the primary one containing
most youthful goodness is dripping down the back of the lid, fuck he shot a
big load. I lower my mouth to the oozing fresh cum and lick up the white
seat lid, inhaling his musk and swallow. My cock is dripping pre, hard as a
rod, it doesn't take long till my spurts are joining his coating the pan. I
clean up the seat quickly licking up my load and wipe clean with a paper
towel, flush and run the tap, squirting air freshener in to disguise THAT
smell and leave.

When I get back he's sat, he looks across at me. I lick my lips and breathe
in deeply as I look at him, he adjusts his package and grins at me. He
knows.

I was hard, he was hard, his wrists covering his shaft, as his fingers
pulled down his fabric shorts to give him more room, the outline of his
cock distinct in his shorts, his cock sat up on his thigh, pointing at the
aisle his wrist on the top and his fingers either playing with the fabric
or his balls as he sat transfixed watching boxing and college wrestling on
his I pad, his Beats headphones clamped tightly over his ears.

He lifts his arms up to stretch and lets his pole twitch up against the
fabric. He dozed for an hour and his mates pranked him, teasing him about
his erection, slyly pinching his nipples through his shirt.

I read my book. The seatbelt sign came on and they announced it was the
last chance for the toilets before landing.

He got up and put his hand not on the seat back but on my shoulder as he
walked past me, no eye contact. I rose and followed him closely. We waited
in the queue, he moved back towards me, his arse touching my tented hard
cock. He wriggled to nestle it in his crack and pushed back harder into me
as he chatted up the pretty stewardess and he backed tight up to me falling
back into me as the plane hit turbulence, I put my arms around him,
steadying him, feeling his muscular pecs and tight abs as my hands brushed
and hugged him as the stewardess passed us again, pushing her tits into his
chest. A woman left the toilet and he said quietly looking at my eyes,
`leave it one minute'. He went in but didn't bolt the door fully.

I waited, my dick like steel, dripping, sticky against my skin, trapped
waiting for release.  I felt a stab on my arse, I turned and the lad sat in
the middle seat was behind me, he pushed into me again and grinned, his
arms wrapped around me briefly feeling my package. `Nice one mate' he
whispered, his beery hot breath warm on my ear. He kept his cock up my arse
crack pulsing it slightly as I counted, I got to 60, finally. The door of
the second toilet opened and a guy came out, I took the other door and went
in.

I locked the door fully and the lights flickered on. In front of me, sat on
the pan with his shorts dangling from the coat hook was Ryan, his cock hard
against his abs, he stood and unbuckled my trousers, pulling my pants and
undies down in a deft single motion. My cock leapt out, he sat back on the
pan, his own dick hard, pointing upward and he wrapped his hand around the
base of my cock and my tight risen balls, he took the shiny head into his
soft lips and sucked, his tongue attacking my piss slit, moving deftly
around the glans, pushing my sticky foreskin down.

My arms went sideways to the walls to steady myself as this expert sucked
me off, after 30 seconds or so of him moaning, his voice box vibrating, I
gasped, breathing in sharply and shot my load, as I sighed slowly out,
burst after burst, my legs wobbling as I filled his mouth with my load. He
swallowed every squirt, gulping hard as each pulse of my cock emitted its
hot, thick nectar. I rocked back my head and sighed. He rose with his hands
on my shoulders and twisted me around pushing me down as he turned. Poetry
in motion.

My ass hit the cold piss dripped steel pan, I looked down between my legs
briefly and saw his turd bathed in his piss. I looked up to his eyes as his
cock bobbed momentarily in front of my nose, I inhaled his musk burying my
nose into the base of his shaft and his brown pubes, that musky smell of
boy-man, piss, ass sweat, shit and cum, I licked under his nuts, pushing
them apart as I delved towards his hairy perineum. His hand pushes my head
back by my hair and he lines up his dick to my lips, I open wide, tongue
broad and flat, providing a bed for his cockhead, his foreskin retracts on
my rough tongue as he pushes up, burrowing his shaft at my throat, I
swallow to stop gagging as his now unsheathed smooth head pushes to the
back of my mouth, to my glutinous throat and I suck hard, at same time
pulling his tight nutsack down hard like a rip cord, squeezing his jewels
encompassed in his gel sack, feeling his nuts tighten. I imagine billions
of tadpoles swimming about, excited, anticipating their forthcoming
release.

He comes quickly and loudly grunting as he face fucks me then he tenses,
still, frozen, the millisecond lasts a minute as time slows, his sack
tightens further and his cock muscles, deep within his package pump out his
first volley of cum into my warm pussy mouth. I cradle his nuts gently
coaxing the cum out, feeling his muscles pulse rhythmically. I pull back a
little to fill my mouth with his seed, to savour the taste as I gulp the
first volley down, pulse after pulse now, I feel his shaft hardening more,
thickening, no softening here!

He signals for me to stand and we quickly swap, he's at my ass immediately,
I know he wants to cum again, he's ready, hard, his cock pulsing with his
hearbeat, I bend and he plies his cum drenched, saliva sticky cock up my
arse in a single determined stroke, I bear down to open myself up and
lessen the pain, the smell of my arse and his turd in the pan invades the
space as he starts a rabbit like ploughing of my hole, his dick almost
popping out as he pushes past my ring, time and time again. I come again
into my hand, my chute muscles tense as I shoot out my load making Ryans
leg judder like a dog with a tick, his leg shaking as he pumps his second
copious boy-man load of fresh cum into me.

He extracts his pulsing, dripping cock from my arse, puts the seat lid down
and flushes. He sat down on the lid, leant back lifting his legs high to my
shoulders, his still hard cock bounced on his abs and his tight nuts
jiggled, he pointed to his shorts hanging. I picked them up and shoved them
to my nose and inhaled the smell deeply then passed them to him. I could
see his jewels and his pucker as he wrestled with the pants pushing his
legs through.

I squatted down, his thighs gripping my head as I spat licked his hole and
nuts before sucking his dick clean as his shorts snapped to and covered his
assets. I leant forward and we kissed deeply, his legs wrapped around my
waist pulling me in tightly.

I wish I'd fucked him. He was ready for it, ready for my cock, but no time
now. One last grope of his balls was all I got as the steward announces the
facilities are closed.  Both toilet doors open as the two lads look and
laugh at each other start off back up the aisle in front of me to sit as
captain announces `seats for landing'.  I notice the middle lads load
running down the mirror above the sink, what a waste I think as I sit down,
his cum dribbling out of my hole into my tighty whities. I smile at him, he
blushes, as his mates and girls rag him about something as the tyres squeal
and judder on the tarmac.

I find the toilets in baggage reclaim and dump his load down the pan and
clean up. Will this be my first and only encounter on this trip?


I hope you enjoyed the story.

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