Ryan Air - Part 11
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 and a great holiday.
What were the chances I'd see them back home?
Ryan has a summer vacation 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 11 - Looks easy
Degsy and I walk to Jackie's cafe, open the door and a bell rings, we are hit with the smell of cooking bacon and a fug of steam. `Sit down boys, I'll be with you',
`Thanks Jackie' says Degsy"
My you two look rough, good night was it' she said winking at me. Who's this handsome fella?'
`This is Chris, you might be seeing a lot more of him'
She looked me up and down `well let's hope so'
Chris laughed, `Two full on brekkies and two pints of strong tea please Jackie'
We ate up and felt much better, the strong hot teA with two sugars working wonders.
Degsy has a shed in the back with a pull down mattress. `Keeps my hobby out of the house' he says as he strips me and suckles my ripe, cheesy, sweaty cock in a 69 as I mopped up his thick musk from his arse hole. The accumulation of yesterdays marathon.
`This is your first lesson. Today you'll learn the tips and pitfalls of plastering.'
`Two buckets is the secret, lots of clean water to keep your tools clean', he laughed as I sucked him clean, his musk tasting so sweet.
`Wash up straight after every mix, keep your paddle clean, you don't want crusty bits spoiling your finish' as he sucked my nuts, spitting them out clean, then my shaft, suckling up the shaft, licking and spitting.
`Buy a mixing paddle for a drill, oh and buy the best tools, like this one' he said as he cleaning under my cock rim, pulling the skin down taught, teasing with his arrowed tongue along the rim, looking for cheese, slavering and bobbing up and down on the head, making me rock hard.
`Then for the first layer, you take it strong and slow',
as his cock pierced my anus, laid out on my back, arse akimbo as Degsy mounted me, on the musty shed mattress. This was not a rabid dog fuck, but gentle, considerate, sensual, he took me gently, exploring new angles, new ways to make me mewl, new pressure points to excite my prostate, for the sensations to increase, for his fullness to overpower me. He came, not in a grunt but laid on my back, his weight almost all on me, his soft abs and chest moulded to my shape as he kissed my neck, his hot breath whispering into my ear,
`Then you make sure the finish is smooth' he whispered as he pulsed his load into me, rocking his cock in my cummy, silky smooth tube.
We lay, him on his side, he caressed me with his hands starting at my neck and then my shoulders, round under to my pecs and lats,
`Then you look for bumps and smooth them out'
my cock soft rising to his administrations when he rooled over on his front,
`show me what you've learned' he said.
I straddled him and massaged his back lightly, harder' he said, check the surface for bumps and smooth them out'. I pressed my hands into his back from his neck, across his broad shoulders and down to his arse. I opened his cheeks, and licked with a broad tongue up his crack, paying close attention to the arse crack close to his hole, a where his skin is a darker colour, his hairs more matted and I cleaned him, suckling in, blowing bubbles on his pucker him giggling like a child
`gerroff' he said
as I released him from the torture and massaged his glutes, his cute bum, his cheeks and crazy formingvan upside down Y, peering through the triangular gap at his thick hairy pipe and his bollocks, I nuzzle in to them, then feel his thighs.
Tapping his arse he lifted, my cock was turgid, a silvery string of precum dropped into his crack as I smeared it up his crack with my tip, spewing more now, excited. I stopped at his pucker and leant forward on my arms in an arc, his pucker gave way and I slipped in.
Degsy says
`you've learned a lot today that's a nice smooth action with your tools, ironing out any blade marks'
as I pumped his arse long and slow,
He said I was `checking for imperfections' as I changed the angle up his chute,
`looking for any lumps' he groaned as I hit his prostate then speeded up, attacking it now as he mewled,
I laid on him, with all my weight and wrapped my arms around his neck in a sort of wrestling hold and pulled him up, his back arching as I bucked out my cum into him.
We collapsed, he laid on his front, I was kissing his body all over, opening his arse cheeks and licking my load oozing out of him and swallowing, dipping my finger in his gaping hole and feeding him, smearing his lips with my load.
We lay dozing, cooling down, at peace. Turned over and cuddles, our cocks soft on our thighs, idly playing with a nipple or squeezing a nut, the odd kiss on his broad chest, or on his abs, watching this sensitive, ticklish man cringe and his abs crunch.
At about four Degsy said `right lover boy, it's time you wasn't here'. We dressed and we had one last snog and feel up in the shed before I was expelled.
Walking to the station I felt elated, I'd joined a new world but could I hack it?
A week passed, I'd given up the flat and my job. Half measures and security of going back wouldn't work for me, full immersion is what I like and need and got.
I'm packing up, clearing out. The charity shops are doing well. I decided `New life, New me'.So out with the suits. I'm down to smart casual and work clothes only.
The University were a bit shocked when I said I was leaving teaching.
My rationale was that if life as a plasterer didn't work out then wtf, I'd go to Spain and teach English as a foreign language, or maybe USA. Heck I'm young enough. But right now I needed a change, and I've certainly got one, gone are the memories of `him' and his expensive apartment.
---- I drove over to Carls place. The car had all my possessions in. Just clothes and a few photos of family and me when younger. Looking at them brought more pangs, of dreams I had and not followed. I packed the box in the wardrobe, out of the way.
I've got my own room and Carl does have a super king bed! My room has a double, could be useful!
My room is OK, he's got the upper floor of a large semi detached house, it has a good sized lounge, kitchen diner, a bathroom and two bedrooms, plus a loft room that is one big carpeted space. It all needs doing up, but it's functional.
I move my bags in and unpack. Carl breezes in and is walking about naked munching an apple, I laugh,
`what?' He says
`I'm just laughing at you naked that's all, what a welcome, you and your anaconda. Come on get dressed and we'll go down the pub, my shout.'
`I thought you'd never ask' he said.
We walk to the pub on the estate, the car park has a few cars but lots of lads, a kickabout is going on, we walk by them and the ball hits Carl on the head, he chins it down to his chest and to his foot, kicking it to the `goal', the keeper outsmarted.
`Goal' the lads shout, they run over,
`Hi Carl, who's your mate?'
`Hi Patrick, your still as nosey, I see'
`He's a fit bastard isn't he'
Thanks I say, looking across at the ginger god running up, Who's your mate Patrick?'
`This is Ginge'
`What's your real name Ginge'
`It's Stan, why'
`Just wondering'
`Well I fucking hates it, Ginge is better'
I look at Ginge, he reminds me of Darren, that dusty, ruddy complexion.
`See you lads, come on Carl, it's my round'
We went in the pub, I get two pints and we chat getting to know each other a little, it's Carls round so he's at the bar and so I go for a piss.
The bogs are round the back adjacent to an emergency exit that's open, probably for smokers having a fag. I'm pissing when in comes Ginge and drops his trackies over his cute arse and drops his cock and pisses next to me, close to me, very close to me. His translucent pale skin, his cock is soft, about 6", quite thick with nice blue veins, uncut. He looks at mine, I look at his, our eyes meet.
`You staying around for long' he says
`Yeah, for the summer' I say, chubbing up, embarrassed by my dick, its practically blowing kisses at him!
`Nice' he says,
He shakes his prick, then draws out the last drop of his soft cock pressing it over its long length then he bends down, showing me his perfect arse as he adjusts his trainers, he pulls up his trackies and flips his cock in.
He grinned at me, stood stock still, holding my cock, now pulsing towards full mast.
He gave me a grin, looked at my predicament and grins, thinking of something to say then changing his mind he just says,
`See ya about' and is off
I've popped a boner, he knew, he saw.
I managed to tuck it away and went back to the tap room.
`You saw Ginge then?' He said.
`How do you know?'
`Thats his trick, he watches out for blokes going into the loo then pounces.'
He whispered, `he was too young last year to work for the team, but now he's ripe and up for it'
`You sure'
He nodded.
Degsy strolled in `I thought I'd find you two lazy cunts in here on a Sunday afternoon'
`Nothing else to do is there' says Carl. Degsy grabs my package, my cock still chubby after Ginge.
`Oh I don't know, at least someone's pleased to see me' he said letting go.
`Busted' I said. Degsy smiled and brought over three pints.
`Did you spot those two on the way in, the ginger one and his mate with the funny hair do, both fit as fuck' says Degsy.
They're just the right age' says Carl They were begging me for work last summer, they'd have done anything to get a job, they used to hang around outside the bogs looking for a suck off or a wank for money.
`Did you partake' Degsy said.
`Nah, didn't have to, I had a bed of horny lads off the estate every night, all for the price of burgers and chips or a Maccy D's and 2 litres strong cider. That's why I have a super king, fits as many arses as I can screw.'
`We'll tell Macca, he'll do the checks, ask around, last thing we want is a mother gassing about us, but looks like we might be sorted.'
I had too much to drink, Carl and Degsy helped we walk back, my arms over their shoulders on the middle. Degsy put me to bed, stripped me down and pulled the cover over me.
`Get him up ready for 7 will you? I'll bring him an old T-shirt, I've got spare work pants and the site will kit him out with boots, gloves and a helmet, we don't want him making us late tomorrow. See you at 7:00'.
Degsy was off, I slept till 6:00 when Carl woke me up, I staggered to the toilet naked, boned up and had a good clear out and a piss, the shower woke me up and I had toast and fried eggs before I heard the van pull up and I picked up my new tool bag and tools and went off to site, 1st day of my new life.
TBC