Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2023 18:14:36 +0000
From: Scribbler Lad <scribblerlad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ryan Air - Part 19

Ryan Air - Part 19

Chris leaves his comfy but doomed life as a lecturer at uni and joins a
gang of trades and learns how to live life.

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Ryan Air - Part 19 - Tommo's tale

Tommy or Tommo was almost 17, he looks like he should be the son of a
butcher, not of a welder. He's a big lad, a brutal defender in the school
football team and he was used to working on a Saturday in the stockyard
with his dad, hauling 10 foot steel strips across the yard in threes, that
his dad would twist into long candy stick lengths and weld under tension,
sealing the strips together for ever to be buried deep inside reinforced
concrete.

Tommo was very witty, a quick, deep humour, we got used to his tongue
quickly, but during work he'd 'Sir' it with the best of them but in The
Feathers he was a different lad altogether. His 6'6" frame, broad
shoulders, slim waist and a rack of piano key ribs beset with two tea plate
sized discs of pecs with a pink cherry on top, leading to undernourished
abs, his right hand side quite developed, his left skinny. We'd tease him
about the precocious development of his wanking arm, and to `leave it
alone', he'd flush a deep red, then we'd watch it clear to a paleness as he
thought of something witty to say,

`Well at least mines big enough to grab with my hand not tweezers', we'd
guffaw in mock rage, he'd get a slap on the back and we'd carry on, his
chest puffing out at his achievement.

Tommo had lots of questions about mine and Ginges relationship if that's
what it was, Ginge would say he's not a puff, it's just mates helping out,
what's wrong with a cuddle eh? It's just another hole to fuck, and that he
liked the closeness, it made him feel safe, secure, wanted.

The first time Tom crept into our bed was after a Friday night at The
Feathers, we'd got kebabs to eat on the walk home, the chilli sauce
dribbling down Tommo's chin, Ginge lent in and kissed it off his face and
then goosed his cock and ran off, turning around laughing at Tommo,
beckoning him to chase him,

`like that, did ya? Well ya dick sure did', Ginge taunted.

Tommo ran forward, his arse emblazoned with FIT in orange. Nothing
truer. His sculpted butt muscles pressing against the fleece as he sped off
after him, he caught Ginge easily, pantsing him, Ginges familiar pale
alabaster globes bathed in the moonlight in Kirby on the fringes of the
estate. Tommo gave Ginge a theatrical, straight, male to male kiss then
unexpectedly his hand dropped down Ginges trackies to cup his tackle, they
looked eye to eye, close, time almost stopped, broken by

`K Tommo, `K Ginge',

as a group of lads passed us by on the pavement. They did the bro touch
fists greeting and we headed back to the apartment, my cock filling with
blood despite my best efforts to think of sewage outlet pipes and
government training objectives.

Martin, or Smarto as he was called ran up to us, his trackies giving
something away, as his cock half erect jiggled for attention in his grey
trackies, he threw his arm around Tommo and they hugged `I'm fucking
pissed' he said to anyone who'd listen and the two teens ran on ahead `FIT
and FIT' side by side.

We got to our flat, we ran in and the lads flopped on the sofa. I threw
them each a cold can, the sound of chattering and cracking cans echoed
around the bare room. Ginge was in charge, elder statesman now, promoted
twice above Tommo, Smarto and Dongo, the Champ plasterer, now showing his
ex-school mates the ropes in work and life. He selected a porno, oh fuck, I
thought, not this one.

The lads sat on the sofa, Ginge in the middle, Smarto and Tommo on either
side, a gap between them.

`I always get the fucking crack' says Ginge moaning at sitting over the gap
between the two cushions on the settee.

`You should be so lucky' says Tommo, we all laugh.

The video shows a guy sat on his desk looking at his laptop, it zooms in
and it's a porno, of a guy walking to a door, tight denim cut offs showing
his bum cheeks, he's wearing a white muscle top, carrying a toolbox.

The guy at the desk hears the doorbell and opens the door. We see the
repairman frontal this time, fuck he's built, his cock is to one side down
the jeans almost peeping out. His pecs are solid as are his arms.

`You called about your water'

`Oh yeah, something wrong with the pipes, they splutter and spray then run
clear'

`Let me take a look'

The guys hears moaning and `fuck me harder' from the living room, the
repairman grins,

`You're hard at work I see' looking at the guys erection in his PJ's and
the porn playing on the laptop.

`Yeah I work from home, I love it, actually you're lucky to catch me
clothed!'

`Shame, the repairman says and they embrace as they strip each other naked.

The lads are watching and when the guys are naked they see the repairman's
cock,

`he's fucking massive' says Tommo, agog.

`You never seen Ginge then?' Says Martin,

`No, we never were in the same teams, show us then Ginge' says Tommo.

He pauses the video.

`OK, but I'll make a deal, do you fancy a bit of fun tonight? How about we
copy what the guys on the video do? But only if you want to, no one's
forcing you, it's just a bit of Friday fun to get us off and sleep better'.

The two lads look at each other and nod.

We're on!

`More beers lads?', they all catch another can,

`Get the shots ready Spanno' says Ginge. I find the rum and fill the small
tray with shot glasses full to the brim.'

We watch the video. The guys are kissing. Tommo has his hands down his
trackies clutching his dick. Ginge leans across and their faces are close,
then Tommo makes the first move, touching Ginges lips, Ginge stays still,
allowing Tommo to go to the next stage, to press and properly kiss. Tommo's
hands come out of his trackies and cup the back of Ginges head, pulling him
in.

I pat the cushion for Smarto to sit by me on the two seater and he lurches
over, his sweats tenting obscenely, he looks shyly down at his erection and
says `oops' then grinning at me, he turns towards me, our eyes meet, he
closes his lids slowly and moves towards me, missing my mouth, we clash
teeth, his eyes open, twinkling somehow, pheromones raging, his sweats not
disguising his pole, a tiny dark damp spot appears giving his lust away. I
put my arms under his fleece top and feel his warm back and pull him in,
savouring his soft, warm skin, his sublime smooth body as our lips touch
properly and we kiss, pressing him closer, harder now, my tongue tracing
his lips, then his teeth, opening him up, my arrowhead tongue delving in,
he separates and I plunge in, he gasps inwardly breathing sharply. Then
relaxed and pulls my head closer to his face, tongues now battling, he's
not in for submission just yet. The unspoken battle for supremacy has
begun. The chase is on, I can't fucking wait to skewer this one.

Ginge pulls Tommo's top off and they are shirtless, snogging, feeling
bodies, rampant dicks in sweat bottoms. The porno is on pause stuck on a
still of two naked men, hands cupping arse cheeks as they kiss, the toolbox
on the floor and his high-vis, wifebeater and shorts strewn on the
floor. The laptop in the shot has a still of two guys fucking, doggy style.

Tommo is looking at the screen, he stands and squeezes off his trainers,
then pulls down his sweats, his cock rises to his abs. Beautiful. Ginge is
on it, standing, he pushes off his trainers and drops his pants, releasing
the weapon, Tommo's hand is down in a flash gripping Ginges tool,

`Steady Tommo, I don't want to shoot just yet'

`Sorry' he says,

`Never say sorry' says Ginge,

My heart swells with pride, my stud has been promoted, he's cum of age, the
master now leading the boy.

They kiss and Ginges hand is on Tommo's arse, pulsing his cheeks, his
fingers moving closer to the prize, slowly moving in. Tommo clenches his
arse cheeks tight as his fingers move too close, Ginge backs off and Tommo
relaxes, grinding his six-pack onto Ginges shaft, Ginges frenulum being
excited, sticky now, precum spewing out.

He pulls away, still kissing, his hands now entering Tommo's arse crack, he
pulls him tight and he's in, a finger on his rosebud, Tommo gasps `fucking
hell, you dirty cunt',

he whispers and pushes back onto Ginges fingers, giving the green light to
Ginge to explore. Ginge is tracing his crack, the downy arse hairs, his
finger circling his sticky pucker as Tommo pushes his tongue down Ginges
throat.  Tommo makes the move, breaking away, grabbing Ginges cock,

`It's fucking massive'

he says, playing with the skin, watching it pop over the rim and halfway up
the crown before pulling it back, the rim engorged, turgid, dark purple,
shiny. Tommo kneels to worship the master. He grips the base and directs
Ginges cock to his face, pushing it under his nose, his upper lip soft but
slightly prickly on his rim, Tommo breathes in deeply, his tongue tickles
underneath his rim, on his band. Ginge moans.

`Fucking suck it before I shoot',

He opens wide and moves his mouth over it, breathing out then almost
holding his breath dived in, gagging instantly, coughing,

`S....' he says remembering, Ginge smiles down at him,

`take it steady, you're doing just fine' Ginge reassures him, he beams up
at Ginge, his cock in his hand, his lips about to enclose the head.

Smarto copies Tommo, he's on his knees, gripping my cock, his hand feels
fucking great on me, I want him to pump me, I push my cock up his hand, my
foresking moving its weird inside out motion. He looks at me and half grins

`Feels good eh?' He says

`Yeah, let's look at yours', I say.

I laid down and did a twirly motion with my fingers, he understood, his
cock grazed across my chest as his arse came into view, his cheeks
partially parted, his pucker light brown, with a rosebud pink centre and
two beautiful arse globes. His ballsack tight, rippled skin bunched up over
his eggs forming a line that I traced with my tongue from his hole, down
his perineum and to his balls.

I spewed out precum, as he pushed his thumb over my cockhead and I heard
him taste it.

`Mmm thats salty sweet, different to my own'

`Wait till you taste my jizz',

`Fuck off' he laughed, we'll see, I thought.

Everything I did to him, he copied, that was the deal. So as not to gross
him out I took it slowly, sucking his dick, then cheese hunting with my
arrowed tongue around his rim, he nearly came, I felt his rapid pulsing and
backed off, then ball licking under his perineum, savouring the musk, his
man boy musk, then delicately opening up his cheeks and blowing onto his
pucker, watching it quiver and wink, then delving nose first into his crack
and giving his hole a saliva bath.

Oh the feeling as he copied my administrations on my hole, fuck I nearly
came, what a delicate touch this boy has, maybe it's beginners luck or
maybe he was born to please? He sucked at my nuts, allmost chewing on one,
then the other.

`You shave your balls?' He queried as he spat one out.

`Yeah, like it?'

`Yeah I can feel the hairs growing back'

`Might have to have a buddy shower and shave later?'

I felt Smartos cock leap in my mouth at the suggestion.

I could fuck him right here, right now, my cock was up for it, I could
hardly breathe, my focus was singular, to get off.

`We swapping Tommo?' Said Smarto. `This one's a right dirty get',

Was that praise?

I looked across and Ginge spat out Tommo's cock. Fuck he's beautiful, I
thought, young, ripe, muscular. Looking at Tommo's reddening chest, his
blushed face, even his rump was flushed, he was deffo up for it.

Ginge tickled Smarto who laughed uncontrollably, embarrassed, then angry
that he had such a childish weakness. They wrassled, laughing as it turned
into a strength test, who's on top, their bodies tensed, naked, boned up,
facing each other, bent over, legs angled, arses sticking out, in a cat
like action pose, cocks erect, balls tight up, swaying as they looked for a
weakness, a signal, Smarto went too early as Ginge had him on the floor, in
a head lock, his alabaster skin, red patches and golden freckled arms
reflected ginges taught muscles. Smarto, the big lad defeated, his muscles
soft, rounded in defeat, his cock hard, begging for release. Ginge turned
Smarto over and waited until he lifted his arse high.

`This what you want?' Said Ginge, slapping his cock into his palm.

Smarto spewed precum, a thin syrupy jet giving his answer.

`Well?'

`Yeah Ginge, then I'll fucking well do you, I'll make your fucking arse
sing',

`Deal',

says Ginge and grins as Smarto wiggles his arse at him and he delves into
his crack. Opening him up with his tongue, then one finger, finding his
prostate, making him gasp, then more tongue work, opening him up more, two
fingers, then three,

`Just fucking do me' Smarto says as Ginge holds his shoulders and lines up,
then he is balls deep in Smartos arse, a huge moan emanating from Smartos
mouth as Ginge took him, balls slapping, hard moans but a soft cock from
Smarto as he shrinks at the onslaught from Ginges tool.

Ging came, we looked on from afar, his body melted into Smartos as he
expelled his load up Smartos soft, malleable tube. Pulsing his 10cc or more
of man seed up his butt.

Ginge groaned and looked over at me and Tommo.

`Fuck these lads are good! said Ginge.

I thought Tommo was worth more than Smarto any day.

Watching them fuck got me horny, got Tommo horny. Tommo stood proud,
erect. His tall 6'6" frame and cock in proportion. He flexes. His nuts
hanging down, his abs tight, a wonky crate like structure, his tea plate
pecs with cherry on top nipples.

`What you waiting for?' He said as he got on all fours like the guy on the
laptop, shimmying his cheeks at me. I didn't want to hurt him so spent a
while getting him ready, eating him out, playing with his hole, teasing him
until he was desperate to be fucked, to release. It was worth it, his tight
arse enveloped my shaft perfectly, his velvet lined boy cunt tingled my rim
as I glided up and down, he moaned. I wanted to look at him though, to
watch his face react to my tool, to watch his cum face. I pulled out,

`on your back, lift up your legs',

he complied.

I gripped his ankles and lifted his legs higher, his gaping pucker came
into view, like a moon rising. I lent on in and watched as he winced at the
pain then got into it, grinning at me, his eyes rolling as I found his
prostate, his cock banging against his abs as I slapped into his arse,
forcefully now. I stopped, fully engaged and leant in hard, our faces an
inch apart, I could feel his hot breath on my face, my cock pulsing up his
chute, I met his lips, soft, full boy lips and kissed him tenderly, he
looked up at me grinning, I brushed the hair off his forehead,

`Come inside me please' he whispered.

I nodded and rocked my hips, he moaned. I continued and his face crumpled
as he shot his load up his body, exciting my cock making me join him, I
fell onto him as I released my seed up his boy cunt. When I'd finished I
pulled out and licked his load off his body sharing cummy kisses, he put
his hand to his hole and he felt my cum running out, he beckoned me to lick
him clean. His musk heavy in the air.

Smarto was at Ginges hole, his apprehensions gone now, consumed by lust as
he tongued and slavered getting Ginge ready.

Smarto took Ginge roughly, as young lads do, brought up on porn. He
finished quickly, panting heavily.

`Cheers Ginge, that was good'

`Glad you enjoyed it, which do you prefer, giving or taking?'

`Dunno, I'd say fucking you, my arse still hurts from your dick up me, but
maybe we'll have to practice more, see if it gets easier',

We all squeezed into bed cuddling up, bony boys, that beautiful feeling of
skin on skin, of different heartbeats, of different smells, our pits and
cracks all humming their musky odours and delights.

Smarto left for his own bed. Tommo fell out of bed, oblivious, fast
asleep. He woke up cold and snuggled back to me, I'm in the middle, my cock
in a semi in Ginges crack and Tommo warm on my back his arms on my pecs and
his pulsing beast nestled in my arse crack as he snores and drools saliva
on my shoulder.

Can life get any better than this? I think as I doze off, letting a secret
fart escape in the darkness, pushing the duvet down, oh too warm now stuck
in between two radiant hot bodies.



TBC