Date: Tue, 28 Nov 2023 10:41:24 +0000
From: Scribbler Lad <scribblerlad@hotmail.com>
Subject: Ryan Air - Part 8

Ryan Air - Part 8

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.


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Ryan Air 8 Coming home.

I got back to my pokey apartment in Manchester, not enough room to swing a
cat and knackered, I laid on the bed naked as if I was in Majorca. Bloody
hell, that's too cold. I snuggle under the sheets and lick my tongue around
my mouth for the last taste of his spunk. I'm hard, horny and alone. I
shuffle my legs wider and find my favourite toy in the bottom bedside
drawer. I lube up, it buzzes, great its still charged up and I slowly
insert the beast, splitting my hole, stinging, the full feeling taking over
from the pain as it piledrives into my arse. The tip grazes my prostate
buzzing, I cum in a single volley then just a dribble, white against my
dark tan, pooling. A cold draught makes me shiver as I wipe up on a
tissue. I fall back, pull up the covers and sleep. A long sleep.

I wake up and see the stack of papers on the table in the studio flat
waiting to be graded.

I look on the floor and three more piles are glowering at me, all urgent
all needing attention.

I mark for a couple of hours.

I get a text

`Are you feeling as crap as I am? R x'

`Yes, missing you C x'

My finger hovering over send button, Too girly, I think.

`Yes, heartbroken, let's meet up C x'

No way, I can send that.

`Yes, really down, let's see if we can meet up C xx'

SEND

`Ping'

`Yeah deffo you got me hard thinking of how im gonna take your arse R xxx'

I text a `thumbs up' back and `anytime'.

`Ping' `me now' it says and the photo appears, his jeans pulled below his
balls, his T shirt pulled up and his cock straddling his tan lines, erect,
pointing North.

`Mmm' I text back then snap my arse hole, it's bit wonky and the flash is
too bright but he'll get the message, literally.

`Oh man' he texts back `gotta go Sh got tea ready C xxx'

`Xxx' I text back, lay on the bed and weep.

Saturday is spent marking scripts. I get into a groove, and push the first
class out, entering their scores in gradebook. Already students are
e-mailing for feedback.

I have a break for lunch and hammer out the other two, it's getting easier
now but done. I walk to the chippy in the old street due to be bulldozed
for more fucking rabbit hutch `apartments'. The shop is hot inside and
steamy. The counter range has fish battered and cooked ready, but I'm after
my indulgence.

`Steak pudding, chips gravy and mushy peas please'

`To take away?'

I nodded.

The cute girl smiles at me. She lifts the lid off the bubbling pan and
lifts out a pudding, it's very hot, she jiggles off the foil and scoops on
mushy peas, turns and scoops a wedge of chips into the tray and lathers it
all with gravy. She puts it on the paper sheet stack, shakes salt and
vinegar over the top and deftly closes the lid and wraps it in paper. I pay
and hurry back and sat at the small table, the bed still pulled down, TV on
I devour the unctuous steak pudding, the crispy golden fries and the molten
hot peas.

I lay on the bed and burp. Wayne's nubile soft body springs to mind, his
grin and Dozy Darren fucking him like a rabid dog.

Was it really only a few days ago?

Monday is soon here and the week progresses, I go to gym, the monthly fees
are crippling me, got to be cheaper ways of keeping fit, I think as I
shower. Marks body comes into my mind, my cock ramming up his arse, balls
slapping. I'm chubbing up so turn toward the wall. Thankfully it's a quiet
patch so I've not embarrassed myself. I dry and push my cock into my jeans
and leave.

Friday morning, my phone pings

`We r in Kingfisher pub from 3 in Kirkby. Shelles off T mums so cum over,
stay night R xxxx'

My dick leaps in my pants, my last class finishes at 2:00. I look at
trains. I text.

`C Y 3:30 in pub, cant wait C xxxx'

My mood lifts.

I put on the cummy AC undies, check for lube and condoms in my wash bag and
slip in the charged vibrator, clean undies, done.

The classes are very fussy, complaining about my low grades for their
assignments. On and on. I shout and swear in French, the better students
know exactly what I said. I calm down and they are attentive. We part on
better terms after my outburst.

I get the train and I'm hard the whole journey, the AC undies are a bit
small tbh and are riding right up my arse crack.

I walk to the pub. It's a chavvy estate pub, I look in the lounge and can't
see them. I glance over the bar as Ryan stands up

`hey Macca he shouts, look who's fucking dropped in, oi we're not in the
posh end, we're in the bog end, get your arse around here'.

I open the door and Ryan's standing up, his T dusty shirt ripped, his
dungarees dusty and one clasp ripped off, the side fastenings undone,
flashing his top thigh.

`Get `em in then, you tight get, 4 pints o' Carling'

He comes to the bar to help me, his arm lolled over my shoulder, he's
pressed in close, tight, his hand on my chest, pressing in, warm as it
travels down my body to grab my dick.

Ryan helps me to carry the beers over and I sit down with the lads.

`Cheers' they say

`I didn't recognise you with your kit on' says Macca laughing, Degsy
blushing.

Macca is dusty and grimy, Degsy is covered in sawdust. The lads smell
pungent, of sweat, dust and dirt.

`I'm knackered' says Macca as he sips half a pint in one draught. `Ive been
pulling fucking ceilings down all day, we are doing up an old mill
building, turning it into flats, fucking gentrification'

`You'd be alright in one of them, Chris, two minutes from me and my big
cock' says Ryan.

They laugh `two minutes from your fucking divorce you mean' says Degsy.

`My `Shelles broad minded' he says `I reckon she fancies Chris'

he looks over at me, mischief in his green eyes,

`you never know Chis, she might be up for a threesome, that'd put hairs on
your bloody chest, squeeze you in and blow you out in bubbles, would our
`Shelle'.

He adjusts his dick in his dungarees, I'm hard as a rail thinking about
watching Ryan giving her one, watching his arse pump and his cock thrust
into her.

`Who's shout is it' says Ryan.

Degsy gets up his hard cock prodding his brown carpenters dungarees. He
shakes more sawdust off him, brushing over his cock head with his palms and
strides to the bar. The barman is already pulling them.

I get up to help, Degsy whispers

`fucking hell, just imagine doing Michelle, I know you bat for the other
side but fuck, that would be some experience wouldn't it, shooting up her,
bouncing on her tits?'.

`What you to gossiping about' says Macca.

`I was asking him how his plastering course was going'.

That got a good laugh. We drink up.

`Well shorty', says Macca, `i'd best be off, Kim's got the hot tub going'

The lads cheer

`he's deffo on a promise', says Ryan

`fucking hope so the week I've had, come on Degsy, I'll drop you off'.

This leaves the two of us. Heck it's different now. Serious. How far can I
go with Ryan, straight Ryan, all that `what happens in Majorca stays in
Majorca' Ryan, the same Ryan who laid all this on texting me, inviting me
over.

`Come on lover boy', Ryan says as he rises from his seat and stretches, his
T shirt riding up showing his abs.

`let's get you home. Maccas right, I'm knackered'

then grins, tweaks my nipple and whispers

`but not too knackered'

He calls `See you Bill' to the barman, picks up 6 glasses, 3 in each hand
to help clear the table and we're outside in the September air, the wind
howling across from the Mersey.

We hunker down and walk to his place. A nice end of terrace town
house. Immaculate garden, he opens the door, pushes off his rigger boots,
unbuckles his overalls and drops his kegs, pulls his T shirt off, picks it
all up and walks through to the kitchen, jams it in the washer, a `click
click click' and the sound of water rushing in breaks the silence.

I'm stood watching him, his naked body, his hairy chest, lovely firm arse,
string arms, his compact frame and that cock, swaying.

`Come on you'

he says as he drops the latch on the front door, and bounds upstairs, his
cock slapping his abs and his arse cheeks flexing as his thighs spring him
up the steps.

`In here'

he's opened a bedroom door, he pulls down the blind then flicks on the
light, closing the door behind him.

The room has a double bed pressed up against the far wall and the rest of
the space is taken up by gym equipment; a weights bench, a bike and a
rower.

`Wow, nice set-up, so this is how you stay so fit?'

`Nah mate, thats by hard graft, I've been chasing out stone walls all
fucking day'.

He flexes for me, my dick leaps. He's a beautiful specimen, perfection, I'm
drooling from the side of my mouth, from my cock slit and my arse is
twitching, sticky, winking in the dark.

We hug tight, his breath hot on my neck, he undresses me, slowly, kissing
my shoulders as he exposes the skin, unbuttoning and pulling off my shirt,
kissing down my body, down the channel between my pecs, over my knuckle and
down to my abs then kneeling lower he undoes my chino buttons and unzips
the fly, pulling the wings to reveal the Kingfisher blue AC's.

He breathes in sharply, then laughs and a blokey `thanks for returning them
mate, I dunno how many loads are in there though!'

I pull off my shoes and trousers and stand up,

`You know when I said `Shelle like to be fucked with me wearing these, well
I lied.'

He undid the poppers and my cock gasped at its release and stood proud,
erect, poking out of the hole in the front'

Ryan climbed on the bench press, his arse wiggling at me, holding on to the
metal bar, pulling it down, the weights rising up. I knelt and spat at his
hole and shoved my face in, fuck that smell, that taste, I was spewing
precum, a sensation like a singing note in my cock tip, like a bell
ringing, I could think of nothing else but to get off, but to breed him,
breed his muscly arse. Cum deep in his guts. I lined up and slid in, bits
of plaster and debris from the site scratching, feeling gritty as my pole
sank deeper.

I bottomed out, pushing my cock further, my pubes crushed tight to his arse
cheeks trapped in the AC undies, Ryan groaned as his cock pulsed, spewing
precum onto the black vinyl seat, his arms tensed, his broad shoulders and
biceps sculpted, his thick forearms tensed, hands gripping the metal bar,
my ministrations up his arse push his body forward, Ryan arches his back,
flexing his abs and lower abs, groaning out a low growl as my cock excites
his prostate, rocking in and out, my cock feels like hot stone, curved,
distending Ryan's tube.

Ryan squirts out more precum, a watery stream as he climaxes, his shaft
pulsing in time with his moaning, his arms bending now, his shoulders
falling, his back muscles creating a deep valley on his back, his
glistening skin finding release, pooling, running down the valley to the
crack of his arse and to my cock, adding lube, his sweat ploughing back
into him, he's moaning now as I ravage his hole, I'm building,

`Fuck me harder' Ryan shouts

That's all the encouragement I need, I barell into his arse, long fast
strokes, my balls swinging, pounding his arse, our sweat mingling at my
cock from his back and running down my abs, onto my cock and straight into
his hole.

I slap his arse hard, he shrieks and I shoot, deep in him, I push and push,
my thighs hot against his muscular arse. I'm pulsing up him, watching Ryan
start to come down, his cock softening still spewing out his watery cum,
his mewling now a constant noise, his arse muscles clenching around my
shaft, almost sucking me in. I lean forward, over him, my arms in press-up
style over him, licking up his back, long strokes, his velvet oiled skin,
soft over his taut hard muscles.

My cock drops out, spent, I watch his gaping hole pour out my cum and
sweat. I take his hand and pull him off the bench. Ryan turns, his whole
body glistening, his raw sex exciting me, breathing in his pheromone laden
sweat, his aroma of pure man from his dripping arse to his bushy pits, his
curly chest hair matted, his bush stinking, his cock rim smelly, pungent.

Ryan reaches up, I tower over him, he wraps his arms around my neck,
pulling me down for a snog, his tongue invading my mouth, pushing wide,
forcing me to breathe through my nose, sharply as I panic at the sexy plug
in my mouth. I battle and push my tongue through, as I push I felt his
shaft rubbing on my abs, the little fucker is ram rod hard. I'm chubbing up
but nowhere near being hard. I really want to doze off, but this fucker is
on at me, his cock prodding me, he's taunting me, poking me with his
finger, laughing at my soft cock,

`look at me, king of the heap, look at you you wuss, fucking posh boy,
can't even get it up, you fucking puff'

Ryan pushes me down on the bed, he's raging, hard, a smelly pungent erect
muscle mass of sex.

`I fucking want you Ryan, take me with that fucking massive cock and tear
my pussy arse open wide, fill me with your spunk'.

He pushes me down onto the bed, his hand on my neck, forcing my face down
into the bed. I'm pushing back, resisting being pushed onto the mattress. I
feel Ryan on my back now, he's wrestling with me, his arms under my body in
a massive strong bear hug, all his immense upper body strength wrapped
around me, his cock in my arse crack, the back flap in the AC kegs doing
its job, allowing him unfettered access.

Ryan rocks his hips instinctively up my arse, his precum coating slick,
easing the journey. His cock finds the detent of my pucker and he pauses,

`gotcha'

he whispers in my ear as he pushes forward, his weight on me, pushing me
down.

I'm thinking `I'm not fucking giving in, I'm not your fucking pussy boy',

I rise up on my arms lifting his weight, groaning a `yeeessss' as my arms
lock. Ryan is sliding down my sweaty slippy back, he grips me harder around
my chest, lifts one arm on my shoulder to stop him falling off. He enters
me in one movement, fuck that feels great. I'm tingling, Ryan rocks his
hips, his cock rises and falls up my chute, frantically pumping his thick
cock into me.

I hear the front door open, Ryan is unaware.

`Hi love' Michelle shouts and she walks into the lounge, Ryan is deaf, he's
in the zone, he's focussing on dumping his cum inside me.

`Where are you love?', `I've forgotten my pyjamas so just popped back. Are
you exercising, you never stop do you my little stud, it's a pity I'm at my
mums, I'm feeling very horny right now, we've time for a quickie, what do
you say?'

She puts her head around the door.

Ryan stops fucking me, our heads turn from the bed to face the door. We
stare up at her, frozen, rigid, steam rising from our sweaty bodies locked
together.

Her face is a picture, her eyes wide, her mouth fall open ...


TBC

Find out what happens in the next instalment.

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