Date: Mon, 4 Dec 2023 10:05:30 +0000
From: Scribbler Lad <scribblerlad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ryan Air - Part 12

Ryan Air - Part 12

Ryan has his university summer holiday and spends it with the lads,
learning to plaster, getting plastered more like. These boys know how to
work hard and play hard.

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Ryan Air - Part 12 Learning to Dance

I stood in my T-shirt, bib overalls, hard hat. I looked like I was a
Village People fan, too clean, too sharp. I had my sandwich and flask, tool
box and a hard on.

Degsy tooted and he opened the back of the van and I climbed in Degsy gave
my arse a shove with his boot, Macca laughed. I sat on the van deck
surrounded by tools and buckets. Macca said good morning and we drove off
in silence, me excited, to them just another day.

`Now then Spanno let's get you signed in, get you your PPE and the site
induction over with.

Here's Terry, I'll see you on floor zero when you're done here. Terry
looked me up and down and hummed `YMCA' as he issued me a site entry card
and took my handprint for the hazardous areas access system.

`Boots',

`size 9 please',

`Gloves',

`Medium please',

`Chest'

`42'

`Waist'

`32'

`Inside leg'

`32'

`Cock'

`9 inches'

`Liar'

I'd passed that test and put on the gear. The induction was a YouTube
generic video of a building site. Lots of eye candy.

I watched it and filled in the multiple guess test at the end.

`I'll bet you liked that video' Terry said.

I think I knew what he meant but I wasn't going to admit to that so I
ignored him. Fuck me, outed in the first 1/2 hour, is it my wandering eyes,
my demeanour, I mean I don't mince or am effeminate, maybe it's because I
have 10 O levels, 4 A levels, A BA and an MA, I'm just different to these
guys?

I walked swiftly to floor zero and found Degsy, hey Spanno meet Phil, he's
the foreman or to you Sir. Phil put his hand out to shake. I didn't want to
end up on the floor but how to avoid it. In the end I just shook his hand,
I waited for the trick, but Terry just looked in my eyes, a direct stare,

`nice to meet you' he said. `Degsys told me all about you',

I think I blushed.

Degsy said `come on Spanno, get that hard on seen to',

The blokes laughed and I blushed even more.

`Right let's get you plastering, what's the main thing youve learned so
far?'

`Keep your tools clean, no old plaster on anything your using for the coat,
wash everything in water, use two buckets, one for the mix, one to wash
up. Buy good tools, you'll get your money back. If it's drying too quick
then spray it with a water mister.'

`Well done, first mix please' then I'll shout for the second, and so
on. Go'

I get the first going, fuck it's hard work, everything is heavy.

`Where's my fucking mix Spanno?'

`2 minutes'

`2 minutes what'

`2 minutes, Sir' I shouted.

These guys are tough, this is a new side of work I've been sheltered from.

I hauled the bucket over to Degsy who transferred the mix to his wet hawk
and used the wet blade to smear the plaster onto the wall. I ran back and
washed the mix blade and the bucket and started the second mix,

`Where's my fucking mix Spanno?'

`3 minutes Sir'

`Too long, catch up'

I work harder, faster, I'm not going to be beaten. I run with the heavy
mix. Take the empty bucket and run back and start another, my speeding up
and Degsys need for the mix worked well.


`Get us a tea'

`Yes sir'

I ran to the cabin and bought 2 teas laced with sugar and carried them
back. We sat back to back in the newly plastered room, supping the tea. His
broad back felt warm against mine. If I could knock one out I would.

`You've done well, keep it up'

I beamed inwardly, feeling so proud.

I made sure the buckets were pristine, his tools washed and not a flake of
old plaster on them.

I filled the mister with water and waited, with powder in bucket and clean
water ready, for Degsys call.

`Mix'

`3 minutes Sir'

`Good man'

I raced with the mix

`One more now'

I ran back, cleaned the blade and the bucket. I needed a third bucket, I
got the mix going, the drill and paddle doing its work, I tested the
consistency and added more water until soft peaks.  I ran with the mix and
swapped the buckets.

Snap time, I went and got 2 teas and rushed back with them. We sat back to
back and ate our sarnie and drank our tea. I was hard again, the feel of
body to body contact did it for me, every time.

`I need a pish'

We walked to the toilets and squeezed in one portaloo, he looked down at
his zipper. I unzipped him as he leant over the pan, against the wall, his
head in the crook of his arm, exhausted. I fished his cock out and held it
as he pissed, he groaned as I directed his jet, I could feel the liquid
leaving his cock, I boned up. His flow reduced, I pulled his cock out more
and he started again for a few seconds then when done I squeezed up his
shaft, the last drops fell into the pan. I tucked him away careful not to
catch his skin or pubes on his zip.

`You're turn' he said , I unbuckled and my hard cock swung out,

`piss now' he commanded.

I couldn't.

`Piss now you fucking turd, I've no time to wait for you to go soft'

I tried, a stream of pre cum dropped then a small spurt of piss

`Do it' he roared.

I was shocked, my cock softened and I moaned out my piss.

`Hallelujah' he said and opened the door as I was pissing and stomped
off. I zipped up and ran back.

`Mix' he bellowed

`2 minutes'

`Good lad'

I mix and rush it over

`Perfect'

I beamed inside.

I ran back and washed up, waiting, I mixed another six buckets on command.

I ran over with the seventh.

Degsy put his hand around my shoulder and smiled

`Good shift mate, now go get your tools and let's get you skimming'

`First you wet your hawk and your blade, now put the mix on your hawk, yeah
great, now pick up your blade and scoop some mix off, now push the mix on
the wall, touching the bottom of the blade and making an arc movement
across the wall, tilting more to push the mix on the wall as you get
higher, go.'

`Yay, I did it'

`Now again, quickly'.

I repeated this until the mix was used up, then smoothed out the bumps and
stood back, proud. I turned to Degsy as a blob of plaster fell off on my
head.

`Oh, just a bit too dry, like my fucking throat' says Degsy.

`I'll sort that, you wash up and I'll buy my stud skimmer a pint'

A warm feeling travelled through my body from my head to toe, ending up at
my dick which stood proud and erect trapped in my dirty overalls, pulsing,
begging for release. I didn't give a flying fuck who knew I'd boned up. No
shame.



TBC