Date: Wed, 6 Dec 2023 12:08:32 +0000
From: Scribbler Lad <scribblerlad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ryan Air - part 13

Ryan Air - Part 13

Chris has the summer holidays off from Uni 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 13 - Man Up

I collected all the tools and buckets and put them in the van. Before
getting in Degsy held out his arms and I brushed off the dust and dirt with
my hands, rubbing his body all over to get the blobs of drying plaster off
him.

`You missed a bit' he said thrusting out his hip his cock pushing at his
overalls.

I grinned tentatively, which Degsy was this, work or play Degsy? I brushed
down and felt his cock spring up at my touch.

Fuck I could blow him right here, outside the hut, tradies walking passed.

`Let's fuck off to the pub' he said as he shook his legs and jumped up to
dislodge the rest. He brushed me quickly, twirling his fingers I rotated
for him.

`You'll do'

He pats my bum and we get in the van, me in the back with the buckets. Up
lumbers Macca, and gets in, shuts the door.

`How was it lad?'

`Good thanks'

`How was The Master?'

`Firm but fair' I said

`Watch him, he's a fucking tyrant when its wages at stake'

`I think the lad should get `em in, don't you Degsy?

He nods, indicates and drives off, grinning. I think I'd love to get Degsy
in my arse right now, my bum holes twitching. I'm leaking. I unzip my
overalls and pull down my undies and give my dick some breathing room. It
pulses out pre as I gently fondle my nuts and trace my finger and thumb up
the shaft, over the skin wrapped tightly over the sticky end. The smell
fills the air as we bump along the road. We stop at The Feathers and I tuck
away quickly. Degsy opens the back doors for me flooding the area with
light and I clamber out. He sees my erection and leaning to adjust
something inside the van he bends and grabs a hold, pumps me a couple of
times and says,

`I saw you whip it out, don't forget, it's mine, your mine, save it for me,
no wanking'

I order at the bar, my cock pushing into the bar front.

I carry the three pints back, my dickhead is poking in my pocket.

I sit next to Degsy who's sat on the bench seat, Macca on a stool opposite
chatting about an arse Maccas working with, a total bozo, lazy cunt. Says
Macca. Degsy puts his hand at his side and then over my pocket, gripping
lightly, rubbing the head, then lifting his hand away to sip his pint.
`Cheers Spanno' they say and we chink glasses looking at each other,
relieved that the hard work is over. Degsy leans back and rocks his
shoulders and turns his head around and empties his glass,

`Get em in Macca'

Macca gets up and is at the bar chatting to guys off the site, Degsy nods
at some guys as his hand falls on my cock again.

`Who's your Pup, Degsy?'

`This is Spanno'

I get up to shake, a wet patch by my pocket. He notices. His hand shake
lingers, tight grip.

`Looks like your pups leaking, Degsy'

`Won't be for much longer' Degsy said and the two of them chatted over me,
ignoring me.

Macca put the pints down

`Sup up lads, I'll drop you off Macca' says Degsy

We downed the pints in two large gulps. The alcohol was making me leery,
all I saw were naked builders, cocks aloft shagging each other in the tap
room, pints in hand.

I climbed in the back of the van Degsy helped me, his boot on my arse
pushing me in. I fell forward and the doors slammed, Macca got in and Degsy
started the van and reversing looked over his seat, at me, grinning, his
eyes full of mischief.  We dropped Macca off, I was going to get in the
front but Degsy drove off. We drove for about 10 minutes, the houses
thinning out to countryside.

Degsy pulled up the van, under trees in an old bit of road left when new,
wider road was built years ago.

He opened the doors and pushed my arse further up the van with his boot
then climbed in the back. He pushed the buckets and tools to the side
clearing a space long enough for us to lie in.

`You've been fucking teasing me all day you cunt, now you're gonna get it,
from a real man, no one pisses around with me, work is work, sex is sex and
this boy is sex.

I was stunned and half pissed, the beer on no food had gone straight to my
head, my cock though understood exactly what was going to happen.

Degsy yanked my belt down hard, the pants stretched at a crazy angle on one
side, he yanked down again and I felt the air on my cheeks, he yanked again
and my trousers were around my ankles my arse exposed and my cock, hard and
spewing precum again. The inside of my undrpants were on show, a brown
creased streak and dampness at the back and a damp front with copious
silver pre slug trails and a wet silvery dark patch.

Degsy plunged his nose into my underpants and sniffed deeply.

Degsy yanked my safety boots and my trousers off , my legs now exposed with
my arse. I felt his hands run up from my waist up under my fleece, his
hands firm on my skin. I felt his hands run down from my nips and pecs to
my arse cheeks, opening me up, the air on my pucker, twitching,
winking. Degsys prickly rough chin is on my soft arse cheeks, burning as
his tongue invades my crack, licking up, spitting, blowing, his nose
wiggling into my arse as he shuffles closer licking me out. I'm moaning and
spewing pre cum. My cock is burning, I can feel my piss slit gaping like a
goldfish wanting to spew out my seed, my nuts so tight, like horse
chestnuts shiny in their prickly shell.

His face releases, the breeze cold on my wet pucker, warming as my cheeks
close like a venus fly trap. I hear his zipper, a slap, slap, slap sound of
his erect cock on his palm, a growl of phlegm and a squelch of him coating
his shaft, I hear his knees shuffle up the van deck and his cock tip touch
my anus, my pucker kissing his cum slit.

I wiggle back and my arse lips surround his head, I push back as he groans,
I'm opening up for my man, my pussy is his pussy, he slides in rising, I
feel his hands grip my shoulders as he rocks his hips, fully in and fully
out. His zipper cold on my cheeks as he pushes in, attacking my
prostate. It's not a frenzied drunk attack but measured, his pace steady,
his breathing light, his stamina reserves at full. I think `fuck I'm in for
a good tomming here', saliva runs down from the side of my mouth as he
rocks into me, methodically, rhythmically, sexily.

Degsy moans `fuck yeah, so tight, you're a hot fucker'.

I groan and moan as he grazes my prostate on the way up, and as he almost
pulls out before squeezing my shoulders and ramming back in. Faster now
urgent. He pulls out completely.

I turn around, he pulls my head down to suck his cock, I can smell my arse
juices everywhere, I sniff up the aroma deeply, my cock spewing, on fire.

I rise up my legs expecting a fuck, Degsy widens my legs, spatchcock, and
dives into my tool, sucking, getting me deep, coating me with his saliva
and phlegm, natures lube, I'm shivering, my legs juddering, my thighs
bashing his ears as he sucks me.

He pulls off and turns, our bodies mashing in the tight space of the
van. He pulls down his trousers revealing his arse. My turn to dive in, to
savour his musk, to delve my tongue in, feeling his hairy arse, I push on
in, my nostrils tight against his crack, his strong sweaty, musky aroma
sweet, cloying. I'm ready, I rise and push in, hard, invading his pucker,
he's so tight, so willing, so enjoyable.

He pushes me off, `get in the front as you are'

I run out picking my clothes up and throwing them in the seat well and
jumped in, my cock flapping, the vinyl seat cold and gritty on my arse.

Degsy gets in, his cock hard, shiny, sticky, he reverses out and drives
fast, we pull up outside Carls place,

`You dropping me off' I looked sad `what have I done wrong?'

`Carls working `til closing at The feathers, you daft sod. Monday night is
`fuck a mate night' Briony, Michelle and Kim go to Spanish lessons, then
the pub after. Ryan is probably fucking Maccas arse right now.'

`Why did we drive to the wood?

`I was so horned up, I needed that, your face was a picture, you thought I
was going to string you up or something'

He punched me on my shoulder then winced.

`I need one of your magic massages and a happy ending. So get inside and
run that fucking big bath, hot.'

I slipped on my trousers and grabbed my clothes and ran to the door,
opening up, `Carl' I shout, no answer.

Degsy has his cock out covered by a carrier bag,

`Cans' he says and pushes me up the stairs.

I strip him quickly as the bath fills up, it takes ages to fill, we don't
care, we're making out, hands on bodies, pre cum trails all over our abs
and thighs, sloppy kisses, licked out ear holes. Cocks fighting. We sup the
cans snogging the beer into our mouths , sup, kiss, swallow. I'm boozy now,
the exertion of the day taking its toll. Degsy senses this, a weakness.

He gets me in a wrestling move `come on boy, you want it, you gotta fight
for it'

We square off, Degsys tall lithe body tensed, his undercarriage erect,
balls hanging temptingly.

I go for him, I'm fast, faster, I get him in a choke hold, my arms across
his neck and the other across his pecs. I turn him and he's on the floor. I
straddle him, take him, my cock sliding in to the hilt, him pinned,
overwhelmed by me, by my newfound masculinity, no longer his leaking pup
but now i'm his dominator.

Degsy moans, my nuts warm on his arse, pressed in, my cock spewing precum,
I'm a hair trigger off shooting.

`Fuck me Spanno'

whimpers Degsy. I lean over him, my hands cup his pecs as I pulse and
twitch deep in him, I dare'nt move, I need to come down, I pinch Degsys
nips hard and lower my arms, stroking his body sensually as my hands reach
his thighs, my palms brushing his ball sack, he groans,

`Fuck me spanno, please'

I kiss his nape and down his back pulling out as I kiss down his spine,
down to his arse crack, tickling his pucker and sucking his balls. I don't
touch his cock as it twitches and spews.

I take him slowly and softly, caressing his body as I pump in and out,
building to a crescendo. I pull out and he turns, his mouth open as I pump
my load into his open mouth, watching him swallow and open as I spurt again
and again, he wipes his lips with the back of his hand as I clean him up
with kisses.

`Your turn Spanno, let me feel your beautiful arse, I've waited all day for
this'

He took me hard and deep, cumming up me in about the 5th stroke, his legs
juddering and twitching his load into me.

The bath is full now. I turn off the taps and lather him up, the flannel
brushing the dirt and sweat off him. His skin red and soapy white. His
balls coated in thick soapy suds, his crack white. The soap is drying on
him as he washes me, the soapy flannel wrapped around his finger, pushing
into my hole. Soaped up we stand in the bath and kiss, then settle down
into the warm water and soak, nodding off, washing, kissing, touching,
playing until the water cools.

We dry and I lay Degsy down on the bed and sprinkle him with talc, then
massage his aching muscles. His shoulders are tense, knotted, Degsys is
groaning as I unlock his spine and thighs, I flip him over, he's so relaxed
apart from that part of his brain that controls his cock. I massage his
arms and pecs.

`Fuck, I need to go', he dresses and is out of the door,

`Pick you up at seven, be ready Spanno, or else'

He means it, I know.

My arse twitches and I feel wetness, his cum leaking out. I sleep like a
log.


TBC