Date: Sat, 25 Nov 2023 08:47:33 +0000
From: Scribbler Lad <scribblerlad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ryan Air - Part 6

Ryan Air - Part 6

I'm on a packed late night budget flight to a holiday isle. Three lads
boarding ahead catch my eye. 11/10 for the in flight entertainment. What
are the chances I'd see them again?

Plenty, as it turned out. I'm besotted with Mark, could it be more than a
holiday fling? What are the chances of that?


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Ryan Air 6

We woke at dawn and chatted, hugging, close, his head on my pecs. Next
thing we knew we'd missed breakfast.

Marks tummy rumbled, `come on champ, let's eat'

We got up and dressed quickly and Mark says,

`I'd better check in with Coach and see what's happening today, we can grab
donuts and a coffee on the corner'

We devoured the sweet treats and I waited patiently in the sun for Mark to
show.

`Coach is pretty pissed, I missed last night's presentations, so I'm on
pool duty for rest of the day whilst the others are on the coach to Palma
for a vintage train ride'

`So what times your first shift?'

`Coach says to get changed into hotel uniform and then relieve him'

`Mmm that sounds nice, he's hunky, I'd relieve him any day, so how come
you're on pool duty anyway'

`Coach gets a better rate for the hotel and he knows the owners, I think he
gets to stay for free or some deal, it's not too bad. Hey, why not lounge
around here today, then I can at least ogle your body?'

`Deal'

Mark put on his `lifeguard' T and climbed the steps. He threw me his
wristband and I got a large beer and snacks, and stripped into my speedo
shorts, folding the waistband down till my pubes showed, hitching the legs
up into the net and lay in the sun.

Mark blew his whistle supervising some kids who were diving in to get a
teaspoon in the deep end, they'd dive for it and Mark threw it back in.

I looked up, I saw him, he must've been 16 or 17, he walked across the pool
deck towards me, his ginger hair glowing, his freckled body like summer
blush against his white adidas silky running shorts, pale but so
attractive.

`This lounger taken?' He asked me, bending over blocking the sun, his hair
shone like gold, like solar flares from an eclipse. His abs crunched in as
he spoke, his prominent Adam's apple rising and falling, the sun shining
behind through the sheer running shorts to leave an imprint of his cock and
nuts hanging soft, a dark shadow looking like a negative against the white
onion skin fabric. That 2 seconds lasted minutes in my brain, life in slo
mo for me to unpick and repeat.

I shook a `no' the words cracked as they left my mouth `not that I know
of', my hand adjusting my package as blood rushed to my cock to support
what my brain had instructed it to do.

`Thanks' he said and smiled at me, he laid down and adjusted his tackle,
then stood up and bent over to adjust the lounger giving me a great view of
his arse globes stretched against the thin white fabric, his arse crack
showing darker.

`You want one? I say as he ogles my beer

`Cheers yeah' I signal to the waiter confidently and mime two with my
fingers and point to my drink. He nods.

`You've a great tan mister'

`Thanks and its Chris',

`Darren'

We shake, he grinned at me

`I'm as pale as fuck, I never tan, my freckles just join together, look' he
says and pulls down his waistband to show below the band, his red bush
glowing in the sun and just the very top of his cock shaft, thick,
inviting.  I licked my lips. He copies me.

`you thirsty? I am' He says

I nod and he snaps up. `Show us your tan line for a laugh' I raise my arse
off the lounger, crunching my abs and nudge my shorts down flashing my pale
arse at him.

`Fuck, that just shows how much you've tanned', as he adjusts his package.

We've both chubbed up. The barman brings the drinks and we drink the beer
down in one, looking at each other as we sup, it's a race, a contest. I
sense we're moving to the next stage.

Darren wins, burps and says he needs a whizz, I nod and look around for
where they are, `come on, they're over here'.

He holds his arm out for me to grab, his muscles tense as he pulls me, his
cock erect, plain to see.

We run to the hotel and just off the lobby there's the toilets. We go
in. He walks into a disabled cubicle and grins, I follow.

He wraps his arms around my neck and kisses me, his soles squeak on the
tiles and echo around the room. Every sound is amplified.

He pulls down his shorts, fuck he's hung, he slaps it in his palm and grins
`like it?' He says, his voice booming out, I nod and pull my shorts down,
he takes a hold and pulls my skin back, `nice' he says and we grin inanely
at each other, he puts his arm around my shoulder, pulling me in close to
his side, we hold our own cocks and piss into the pan, the drilling noise
echoing around.

He shakes and makes to grab my cock, he kneels, licks up a drip from my
piss slit then holds my cock and wanks it harder, looking up at me, his
green eyes smiling.

I breath out loudly as he engulfs just the head in his mouth, pushing the
skin back over the head with his soft lips then attacking my glans with his
tongue, whilst pumping the lower third of my cock, grabbing at my nuts with
one hand and feeling up my arse with the other.

The toilet lights go out, we're in darkness, he continues as our eyes
become accustomed to the dark, his face lit red by the dim LED on the
ceiling.

`Oh fuck' I moan, encouraging him, `you're fucking good at this', he
murmured something, vibrating my cock head. The door opened and the lights
flickered on, my cock was flailing from side to side as I pulsed out
dust. Fuck I'm so close, my hand went to wank one out and he pushed it
away.

He opened the door and I pushed my obscene hard on into my speedos and
grabbed my hand and we ran out and over to steps leading to an undercroft
with parking and a concrete table tennis table. No lights, just the
sunshine seeping in, making dusty columns of light.

In the corner out of view there is an old sand coloured jeep with flat
tyres, covered in dust but the bonnet is shiny. He pulls me around and
hitches himself up onto the bonnet and drops his shorts, his cock is about
7", thick and set resplendent amongst his bushy red pubes, his treasure
trail meandering to his belly button and glancing up at his tight abs, and
smooth chest to his freckled boyish face, his days or so beard red on his
face, his ruddy complexion and those green eyes.

`Well?' He says as I pause `you gonna suck it?'

I bend over, my arms on the bonnet and take his cock, he's musky, an acrid
smell of youthful sweat and hormones.

`Fuck, did you shower?'

`oh I forgot, I just woke up then my fucking annoying brother is bouncing
on the bed all fucking chirpy so I went for a run, then saw you.'

`Don't worry, I like it'

His aroma was heavy, a musky, boyish, almost a marzipan sweet cloying smell
of his cock. I pushed the skin down and the aroma from his cock rim was
overpowering, like Italian cheese, flecks of ivory on the crown and a thin
white line tucked under the flared head. I wipe my finger under his rim, he
shivers and moans, then taking the ivory cream it smear it between thumb
and forefinger then inhale the marzipan cheesy smell and scrape the rest
off on my teeth then go down on him.

He's hard as I clean his cock gulping down the excess spit. Darren pipes up

`oh hi Wayne',

this lad looks at the situation, my head bobbing up and down his cock, he
says

`Fuck Darren, you're having a better time than I am, fucking Kirsty
wouldn't give it up, a real prick teaser she is'.

I pull off and turn to look at him.

`Your blokes a fit looking cunt as well, we could have some fun in my room,
parents aren't back till well later, they've gone on a flamenco dinner
dance thing in Manacor, they asked me to go, I said to fuck off and have a
good time, Dad says thanks son and gave me €50, he must be on a
promise, fuck, even the old man's getting more than me, well im so horny,
whatta we waiting for? You get the booze, whatever your name is and knock
on the door, 308'

I got six cans and a bag of ice plus halves of rum, vodka and cokes, from
the Spar shop across the street and smuggled them up to the room. I knocked
and Wayne opened the door.

`Come in er... ` says Wayne

`It's Chris', Darren shouted over from the bathroom.

`Lets have drinks first to loosen up a little, fucking Kirsty iron knickers
has got me all tense'.

`I do a great sports massage' I say `with or without a happy ending'.

Wayne gets the drift and I push into the bathroom, the heavy aroma of boy
lingering in the air and put the ice bag in the sink and stick the beer
cans in along with the cokes to chill.

`They'll be cooler in 10 mins, why don't we strip off and let me massage
you and Darren.'

We strip off, I take in the view as Wayne and Darren wrestle on the bed.

Darren is a compact lad, ginger everywhere, ruddy complexion, green
eyes. About 160 pounds 5'10". His uncut cock is about 7" erect and a thick
one.

Wayne is shorter, stocky, bull neck, 5'8" 175 pounds and so a chunkier
body, bigger muscles, strawberry blond hair, lighter on top, his arse is
beautiful, two globes of muscle propped up by strong thighs, thick shins
and big feet, all in proportion with his what must be 9" thick pipe and two
large plums. He's going to be a handsome fucker if he can control his diet.

The lads end up in a stalemate, their muscles tensing as they try to unlock
the move, cocks hard, pressed into each other, they both giggle at same
time and relax, then tighten immediately again back in the truce. I blow a
raspberry on Waynes his soft arese and lie on top of them ticlking Darren's
ribs. I clamber off and the boys lie back on the bed, cocks hard, chests
heaving. What a sight.

`Chuck us a can Chris' says Darren.

I throw them each a can, they sup them greedily, crush them and throw them
into the waste bin. I pass them another and they take a bit longer with
this one.  Wayne burps out gas from the beer says, `come on, I'm up for
some fun', `me too' says Darren.

`Massage?' I say

`Fuck that, I want some arse' says Wayne, `and I want your cock' says
Darren looking at me.

Darren pushes me on to my back and I 69 with him knelt on all fours over
me, his arse in the air as I suck him off and sank at his pole. I've got a
great view of Wayne, eating out Darren's arse,

`Fuck your ripe, you had a shower?' Wayne says.

`Don't you fucking start, do you want it or don't you?' Darren slaps his
arse, his pale globes shuddered.

`I do' says Wayne

`So get me opened up then, you picky cunt'

Wayne dived back in, sucking and blowing raspberries as he spat and slicked
his hole.

I've a great view, laid comfy on my back, Darren's cock in my mouth, his
balls tight and Wayne's face deep in his arse hole, inches from me.

I spit him out and Wayne looks at me grinning as he spits Darren's arse
drool into my open mouth and then kissed and tongued me as Darren's cock
twitched and spewed precum. Wayne snuck back into Darren's arse as I sucked
on his nuts sat tight in their wrinkled sack.

`You ready?' Wayne says, as he rises up and pushes his cock in to Darrens
arese,

`fuck you're dry' wails Darren.

I spit out Darren's nuts and open wide as Wayne sinks his thick cock into
my mouth, I slick him up with my drool and growl a gobbet of phlegm up and
smear his cock, heavy now, lurching like a girder and watch as Wayne sinks
in. Darren moans and Wayne pushes, he's half way in. The waft of ripe boys
arses fills my nostrils, Wayne nuts are swinging over my face. I inch
forward, closer to his nuts and open wide, lifting my head up and sucking
them as he sinks further in and they stretch away and then I let them
escape with a pop noise.

Wayne is in deep, Darren's cock has softened, hanging down. He spat me out
as his pain increased. I shuffle out from under Darren and kneel at
Darren's face, he grins and opens wide, my cock slides in his mouth, spit
roasting him, fucking his face as Wayne fucked his arse, hard.

Wayne leans forward and we rest an arm on each other's shoulders as we look
at the sight, enjoying our task of fucking Darren.

`I'm fucking close Darren' Wayne yells and grunts out his load, into
Darren's arse, concentrating on the task.

`did you cum?'

I shook my head, Wayne pulled out and Darren says

`Well fucking do me then you cunt'

Darren's arse was so silky sliding in on Wayne's load, I took him in long
languorous strokes, sometimes pulling back and popping out, watching his
gaping hole twitch as I plough back on in.

Wayne shuffled under Darren and suckled at Darren's soft cock.

Darren says `stop messing about, just fuck me hard, I want to feel your
balls slapping my arse'

I obliged, as Wayne sucked his dick hard again.

I shot my nut and pulled out, Wayne cleaned me up.

`Tasty', he says and rinses his mouth in beer and swallows. Wayne cracks
open the rum and says

`Shots anyone?, we played this at scouts camp, stick your arse up Chris'.

I knelt on the bed doggy as Wayne poured a thin stream of rum down my arse
crack and Darren laid under sucking the liquid as it ran down, tricking
over my pucker and to my nutsack.

`Mmm spiced Rum' laughs Darren, my arse stinging a little.

`Come on Chris lie down and you can have Darren's mucky bum hole'

I lie down and look up at Darrens soft cock, his balls and arse
crack. Wayne parts his cheeks and I see mine and Wayne's cum oozing white
out of Darren's pinky brown hole, the smell and sight making me hard
again. I'm in heaven as I sup up the drips of rum and cum, as Wayne slowly
pours the liquor down his crack.

Wayne opens Darren's arse cheeks wide and licks at his hole, licking off
the rum and cum as I watch, savouring his spicy liquid in my mouth, rolling
it around with my tongue, watching Wayne devour Darren's arse.

`Just you now, you dirty get' says Darren to Wayne

`Saved the best till last'

he says as he pulls on his long cock, getting it hard again, his 9" out in
front.

We kneel at either side of his cock and kiss along his shaft, smelling at
his cheesy head, our noses touching, our tongues licking his frenulum as
Wayne pours drops of rum on his cock head for us to lick off. I take his
balls in my mouth one by one as Darren sucks Wayne's glans clean. Wayne
rewards us with a dripping stream of rum trickling on his shaft which we
eagerly sup it up, our lips kissing with his sausage between us, him
rocking his hips as we tongue wank him off and finger his sticky arse
hole. Wayne kneels doggy style as Darren pours the liquor down Wayne's
stinky crack as I lap it up, then Darren finally cleans Wayne's hole.

We are heady with the booze, and sweaty with the sex.

`Come on , let's get showered, your stinky arses are putting me right off
my crisps' says Wayne, we attack Darren and carry him into the shower under
the cold jets which eventually warms up a little, we soap each other up,
all slippy cocks and arses, soap stinging eyes and raw red flesh from the
strong Spanish sun.

We carefully dry and I lie down in the middle with Wayne spooning at my
arse, his cock nice and chubby nestling in my arse crack and Daren pushes
back into my soft cock, my hands cupping his balls, as I idly roll them
around, we doze off.

Wayne prods at my arse hole and I wake up , my cock prods Darren, we're all
hard.

`round two, or is it three?' says Wayne grabbing me by my shaf.

`I want you to fuck me hard like you did Darren and I want Darren to suck
my cock whilst I suck his. First one to cum gets dressed and gets the
pizzas in'

I slaver and drool into Wayne's muscular arse, crack, parting his cheeks,
the feint smell of rum, farts and soap, his pucker inviting and oh so
tight, it's going to be a difficult task as I spit lube up and slide in.

Wayne pushes back trying to relax, opening up more for his invader, my
shaft bending as I push harder then he whimpers, gives way and with force I
slide up his arse till my balls are crushed. Wayne moans in agony, then
panting fast, calms himself down as he surrenders to the invader.

`Fuuuuccckkk' he moans as I move back and again as I push in, my cock rim
is burning, tingling every inch of the way in and out, his tube pressing
tight on my shaft, my cockhead opening him up as I slide in for it to close
tight as I pull out, then again I slowly push back in, I'm so hard, my nuts
have risen. Daren spits Wayne out and says

`he's so close Wayne he's gonna lose, what Pizza do you want you get?'

`Meat feast every time' Wayne says and they laugh

`Pepperoni sausage' for me says Darren

I stopped fucking Wayne as I laughed, feeling Wayne tighten around my cock
as he laughed.

`er, no pauses allowed, that's cheating'

he says as I slide back in. Lust overtakes me and I'm fucking him hard, my
balls slapping

`yeah fucking do me stud' says Wayne.

Darren slides out from under and spit roasts Wayne, fucking his face hard,
gripping his hair.

I groan as my cock empties itself in Wayne's arse, Wayne is struggling to
swallow Darren's load.

`Who shot first?' Says Wayne and says

 `just gotta do you now Chris and we're done. Let's get these pizzas and
have another session'.

`Better idea', I say, `let's tidy up here, I'll get Mark and grab a pizza
to eat on the way and go back to mine.

`Who the fucks Mark?' Says Darren

`The lifeguard by the pool, you were chatting to him'

`Yeah he bollocked me for dive-bombing, he's fit as fuck'

We dress quickly, Wayne removes the evidence and straightens the sweaty bed
and we're off into the packed streets and bars jostling with blokes and
lads.

I call Mark, he answers and is cross,

`where the fuck did you disappear to?

I say where I am and I catch a look down the street, he's leant on a shop,
chatting, looking as fit as ever. I keep on talking to him on the phone and
as I approach and pinch a nipple and grab his balls. He laughs then gives
me another bollocking for leaving him after his shift finished.

I introduced the reason to him, his eyes widened. `You eaten?' I say.

He shakes no, `pizza OK?' He nods yes. Wayne and Darren are all over him as
we walk on.

The Strip was busy with groups of girls for hen parties and blokes for stag
do's. It's not too late so most are merry but not pissed, yet.

I see a flashing pizza sign down an alleyway `this'll be cheaper lads' and
they nod, following me like we are their uncles or something.

We order, and the beers arrive straight away. The waiter is very chatty,
eyeing us up. I think he horny for the younger lads.  He brings the pizzas
over and drops a fork on the floor, bending down he whispers to me.

`You lucky bastards. Take `em to Club 69, you'll get in for nothing, turn
left at the end, might see you in there later?'

I nod as he ogles the boys.

We go over up the pizzas, feeling flushed, I pay and we head out, the
waiter saying

`see you later boys, mind how you go'

adjusting his package. He's quite fit in a greasy sort of way, like a
surfer dude.

We are on the scruffy side of casual in swim shorts and vests, but the lads
fill out their clothes well, as do we actually. I flex in a shop window
with Mark and the boys copying me. We see a €1 a pint bar and
dive in. We stand amongst the crowd, chatting to the lads, the boys get
plenty of attention, we're all getting leery with the beers. Darren gets
his phone out and does a selfie of us, Wayne turn and moons his arse for
one of the shots. Darren what's-apps the photo to us.

We see Club69 off a parallel street to The Strip, it's a small sign almost
obscured by the fucking huge bouncer in a black T shirt and gold chains. He
beckons me over,

`it's `chicken in a basket' night, they're free but you two pay
€20, first drink free'

`fuck off' I say `it's all of us for free or none of us'

He looks At Darren and Wayne who are absentmindedly adjusting their cocks,
leant on each other, arms around shoulders, chatting. He licks his lips.

`Go on then' here's your passes. He stamps our hands and I whistle to the
lads and we are in.


TBC

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