Ryan Air - Part 20
Chris sets up a trade school for boys, learning new skills and facts of life on the way. As the story comes into land I hope you've enjoyed it.
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Ryan Air - Part 20 - Expanding Horizons
Macca can't believe how much money the gang is making. He's farmed out the 8 apprentices for 4 days then they have a day at tech to get their City & Guilds. Plus they learn more life skills on the job with us on an evening.
I registered FIT LADS First In Training Learning and Developing Skills as a brand and employed a local lad to run the website and subscribed to a learning portal app, so the lads can enter their work records on their phones and we keep track of them for reporting back to get the next government payment.
The mill conversion is due to end in 12 weeks time.
We had a board meeting in The Feathers, I said why don't we buy a run down house and do it up then we can move into it, buy another and so on.
Macca said he knew of a terrace that was in a bad way, make sense to buy that as there's no travelling to and from site and we could make it secure and do them up one by one, we'd house the lads in the first one.
The council jumped on the idea and they sold us a row of terraced houses they bought 20 years ago for a road widening scheme that's not going to happen. We paid a token amount on the proviso that we employed local lads on apprenticeship scheme.
One of Ryo's mates, Danny is a property lawyer, we met him in The Feathers, he said to set up a housing company, FIT Accommodation to ensure we had leases to protect the lads, took their rents and arrangement fees from the government agency to cover the costs. We took another £100 each to set-up the company. We subscribed to a landlords app to handle contracts and got the IT land to skin it up with FIT Lads branding as part of the FIT group of companies. Danny said to separate the building and renovation to a separate company, FIT Builders who would then get the contract for the renovation and employ the apprentices, all trained by FIT LADS.
FIT Accommodation completed the purchase just as the work on the mill ended. FIT Builders worked to strip the interiors and secure the site, we've rented proper site huts, an office for us, toilets and thought a communal changing restroom,and shower block would help ease the lads in to being naked around us. We plumbed in an old mobile home Macca found for on site security to sleep in and maybe for the odd bunk over.
We got a great spread in the business section of Liverpool Echo leading to sponsorship of the apprentices by plumbing and building suppliers keen to be part of the next generation of workers. More free money.
We soon had the first terraced house stripped out and Ginge lead the two young ones on plastering and labouring for him and me.
At the end of the shift we were all knackered and we trudged off site once we'd supervised the lad's meticulously cleaning our hawks, blades and buckets for tomorrow.
Degsy assembled us all in the communal shower hut.
OK lads. We know you all, your names, ages, facial features and so on so we can recognise who you are, but like all lads we want to know who's the daddy', so that's the purpose of tonight's exercise. You'll need to write this up in your record of achievement as `recognition exercises'.
We all stripped off in the changing area, and when the shower ran hot enough the lads all hands over cocks, tentatively waited for instructions
come on lads' said Ginge we can share',
We all shared, 2 to a shower head.
`Be a good lad and wash my back Tommo' said Ginge.
Tommo got real close and masssged Ginges shoulders
`Who taught you that?'
`My dad, after welding on Saturdays we'd often share a shower to get cleaned up before we went to the club straight from work. He taught me to seek out his knots, just like this one here'
Ginge moaned as Tommo delved into his shoulder and smoothed out his tight muscles.
Ginge felt Tommo's cock graze his thigh on its journey northward and made no mention of it.
`All done'
Tommo said as he turned away and washed himself, his cock raging. None of us teased him about it, Smarto was going to but realised his own was on the way and looking over at me, mine was clubbing up.
`Thanks Tommo, I feel much better'
said Ginge as he grabbed his hardening cock.
`Let's dry off here lock up and get home via The Feathers'.
We watched the lads relax and play in the jets, as us older ones took time drying and dressing.
`You've missed a bit'
said Tommo to Smarto who'd a blob of dried plaster behind his knee, he bent down and lathered up rubbing at his thigh, his hands brushing up to his bollocks, now tightening as the lad got more worked up. Tommo grabbed his nuts and yanked them down hard,
`Oi gerroff'
laughed Smarto, their bodies glistening in the water, cocks aloft, bobbing, cute arses and tight boyish frames.
`Wash me back Tommo' said Seb and this turned into a riot of lads laughing and japing, washing and grabbing each other.
`Last one out buys a round'
said Degsy. The lads paraded out wiggling cocks some soft, some boned up, balls jangling as they quickly dried and pulled on their FIT LADS sweats and hoodies.
Surveying the scene I thought these are our gang, our family. My heart burst with pride.
Degsy, Macca, Fozz and Ryo are kings of the heap, I'm an honorary member of this elite, mainly for setting up the training scheme and been a `top guy' as Ryo calls me.
Then it's Ginge and Smarto, gang leaders, only a year or so older than the recruits but much wiser, the ones the lads go to instinctively, slip into the sheets with in the dark of night, needing relief or just a cuddle. Lucky bastards. Then the raw recruits in batches.
The first terraced house is plastered, Degsy did the ceilings, Ginge did the rest of the work. I'm doing skirtings and door frames, Fozz is following me whilst Ryo is doing second fix electrics. Fozz and Ryo will do the kitchen and Macca the first and second fix plumbing. We've got the lounge/TV room, diner/games room, kitchen and adjoining laundry utility room on ground floor. On first floor there's 4 bedrooms plus a family bathroom with a 6 spigot communal shower area plus 4 cubicles and 4 urinals, second floor is open plan area into the eaves with a thick padded floor, for whatever games we want to play, the carpet is thick with a 2" underlay making it soft but tough. There is a bathroom with a toilet and twin shower off.
We've got two lads being trained to decorate this week and we'll start them on decorating the house when they are ready. We're using Michelle's friend Tracy to consult on interior decor, furniture and colour scheme. We were wowed with her mood board.
The plan is that Ginge and me act as housemen for the first house, with 12 guys at 4 to a room in twin bunks. We'll have a super king in our room able to cope with any stray lads support sessions that might be needed. The communal showers are easy to keep clean and can he hosed and scrubbed by the lads on a rota and to encourage lads to get to know each other better if they see them naked showering or stood around pissing.
Cooking is the housemans responsibility, their duty to have 14 nutritious meals at breakfast and dinner, 7 days a week plus bread and fillings for lunchtime.
I can't wait to have a dozen horny lads in close proximity at work and then at home. We'll soon get them accustomed to being naked or boned around usand not being embarrassed. If they want to talk then we can encourage that as well.
We showed the Lord Mayor around the first house after she had cut the tapes. The lads stood in a line like Wimbledon ball boys in their FIT branded Ts and shorts. They chatted and bowed, beaming at their achievements, solidified in bricks and mortar around them.
We moved in, the lads quickly settled in and we encouraged them to wear less and less around the house. Lots of the lads slept naked as we did. At first you'd see a flash of an arse dart past like a kingfisher but as the days progressed the lads would walk about naked without being self conscious. I loved keeping our bedroom door open, sat in bed watching the morning parade of lads and boners, cocks and arses parading past our door, `morning boss' they'd say or give us a salute as they paused to look in and catch Ginge hugging me or getting dressed.
I'd forgotten how much food 14 of us needed a day to survive. I was soon overwhelmed with the work and we decided to employ a cook, Macca knew a bloke, a chef, well an ex-chef actually, he'd been in the nick for theft after he fell on drink related hard times. We met him and his probation officer mentioned a scheme where employers were subsidised for taking on ex cons. He couldn't stay in the house but could work two shifts 6 to 10 mornings and 5 to 9 in evenings. Weekends we'd do ourselves.
This good looking bloke, Col, turned up for interview with his probation officer reports, he was gym fit, but oh so pale, he made Ginge look tanned, a sort of sad palor to him, clouded eyes.
We took him on 3 months trial. We opened an account with food catering wholesalers who delivered to restaurants and now to us. It cost a bit more but meant Col could plan his menus and just order in, no temptation with handling cash, supermarkets, meeting people, or fiddling the provisions.
Monday morning we heard the door chime announce he was here. Then the smell of coffee invaded the house and the lads drifted down in shorts, some just in T's, balls peeking out, they grabbed coffees and orange juice and scratching arses and tugging at their dicks ambled off to shower, Col made the eggs to order but the bacon and sausages were in trays in the oven.
You need a hot servery Spanno' he said to me, Nisbets do one, and the fridge is way too small'.
I drove to pick them up and he set it up on the countertop, the fridge went in the laundry room.
Next morning the boys took a plate and served themselves.
`This is like a fucking hotel' said Seb, piling his plate.
`Leave some for us' chimed up Steve from the rear,
`Don't worry lads. Plenty more coming' said Col.
We sat around the table in silence filling up, scoffing, then a fusillade of farts and wails of `dirty get, who was it' then a shy blush from little Will, who was actually far from little, hence his monicker.
`Right lads, crew bus in 10 minutes, just time to brush your teeth, have a shit, or a final wank' says Ginge, rattling the keys.
That night we returned to the smell of lasagne cooking. Col turned out to be best investment we made.
Over the next weeks we reconfigured the laundry to include space for a catering fridge and freezer and Fozz reworked the kitchen area to accommodate an upright pro catering oven and wider induction hob and a natty Quooker tap, that serves instant boiling water.
We'd stripped out the next house and this time the work was completed much faster, the lads had learned to use their new skills. This house had a two story extension, Ryo said we ought to use the upstairs eaves space as a gym, with a jacuzzi and sauna in the extension. We could break through from the the finished house to the new gym and sauna easily, we are builders after all!
The second house was finished in 8 weeks.
We interviewed for another 12 apprentices. These were all mates or siblings of the current crop. The government was paying us handsomely for training up these raw recruits and turning them into tradesmen. No munts in this lot either, the lads wanted to employ fit lads like themselves.
We had 32 lads now living in the two houses, Fridays had turned into Porn night, a few beers in The Feathers, back to a cooked meal from Col and then a film followed by a Porno. We all crammed in the carpeted eaves space and Ryo had installed a projector and soubd system so we had a massive picture. Watching in the darkness as the lads became hornier, cuddling up, for the film, usually an action film to settle us down. Beers and snacks being passed around by Col who'd started to stay over on Fridays. Macca and us `bosses' were surrounded by he lads, all sat around us, getting comfy unselfconsciously stripping down to undies. Then we'd put on the porno, the lads pulling off undies, quietly wanking off a stiffie, or taking hold of a pals cock, lending a helping hand or snogging as the porno played out.
Ginge started with a straight porno with a big young men, leading to cheers from the room as they spit roasted the lucky lass, then it would quieten as the two men 69'd each other or took it up the arse. Then some corny gay porno, which got the lads laughing nervously. Ginge finished with an old favourite, this one set in a bakery where the dough was filled with more than cream as the night shift bakers fucked each other or wanked out loads into the bread mix all covered in flour.
At the end, in the darkness we'd hear giggles and slurps and the odd `gerroff' as the lads applied their new skills, the light from the bathroom reflecting on naked skins, a sea of arms and legs.
Ginge and I, Macca and Degsy and Ryo and Col would say night night and leave them to it. Degsy would arrange Macca and Cols Ubers home.
We usually got a lad or two in our bed for advice or a cuddle through the night.
The terrace was eventually completed and rented out to the lads who slowly got jobs with other builders as their studies were completed. We took on the best ourselves to train up as trainers, and had a good workforce.
The loans on the properties we took out were being paid off with the accumulating profits from the training schemes, grants and the rents and board the lads were paying. We were able to buy up more run down properties in poorer areas of the city for a song from the council and we had a ready supply of trainees for the FIT scheme.
I was working full time now in the training scheme, managing and recruiting, my plastering days were over, `and not quickly enough ' Degsy said!
Macca, Ryo, Fozz and Degsy were the craftsmen in charge of training their disciplines on site, the actual productive work carried out by Ginge and Smarto, Seb and his team of foremen, supervising the apprentices and ensuring work was at a required standard, all logged and monitored on their phones as milestones were reached. Other milestones were not recorded and records exist only in memories. I have quite a few.
I exhaled sharply as Ginge took me unexpectedly, nibbling my ears as he humped me and noisily deposited his creamy load up my arse, collapsing on me as he pulled out and hugged me, his wet hot shaft spewing seed on to my belly as he hugged and kissed me. He pulled away `morning Birthday Boy' he said as his hand lowered to my cock and kissed me as he pumped my shaft. He 69'd as he sucked my nuts and I spat on his musky hole, sucking on his tender balls and chewing his fat perineum on my way up to his hole.
`Do me'
he said as his arse lifted high and I clambered over him, to kiss his nape as I pierced his arse, his back flushing red as I built up speed and collapsed on him as my balls spat out their load into my lover. We laid on our backs spent as Little Will woke up at our sides turning over towards us `morning' he whispered and 69'd between us, his 9" proud and erect, his cute bum above us as he wanked and played with our cocks Ginge was hard again first. I'd licked Wills hole getting him ready, Will span around and dropped eagerly onto Ginges shaft, his cock pointing at Ginge. I clambered over, and my cock in Ginges mouth sucked off Wills 9" as he rose and fell on Ginge. As he got closer I sat on Ginges chest and kissed Will pressing his thick cock against mine in my hand and wanking him off as Ginge shot up Will, he exploded between us, his youthful plumes spurting out taking me over to add to the mess. I looked at the door and a dozen lads faces stared at me grinning
morning boss' they said we've got you a present'
They climbed on the bed and in a circle knelt up their cocks hard and available for me to hold, to suck, to wank off, their ripe arses ready for my tongue, their balls risen awaiting release. Seb pushed his arse in my face and I licked him out as he sucked my dick clean. I pushed him off and a cock slid into my mouth, two mouths sucked my nips and I felt warmth on my nuts and a prying at my hole, then the pain as I was taken, the boy came in my mouth, I gagged as I was being rabbit fucked and sucked off as another cock filled my mouth, a different taste, a different smell. The rabbit fucking stopped as the boy shot his load, replaced by another, ooh much thicker shaft, his strokes slower as he pinched my nips. I shot my bolt somewhere as the lad filled my mouth with his cum. I spat him out and looked up at a dripping cock as the other lads wanked off to shoot over my body one by one, then licking me clean.
`Shower time' said Ginge
And we went to shower, 24 hands rub over my body in a soapy mass,
Col looked in and grinned in his whites
`Breakfast in 5, cum as you are' he said
We dried off and went through and served ourselves a plateful of food, some towels wrapped around waists, many lads naked. We had our fill and to a rousing verse of Happy Birthday we adjourned upstairs to watch Saturday Sport, cuddled up together.
`Thanks Lads' I said and gave Ginge a big sloppy kiss,
`Geroff' he said pushing me onto a pile of naked lads for a mass wrassle and tickle.
Heavenly.
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