Ryan Air - Part
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, is it more than a holiday fling? What are the chances of that?
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I've just re read chapter 4, hopefully this one flows better.
Ryan Air 5
What a night that was. After the boat trip we arranged to meet the swim team lads at 10:00pm.
We'd sunned ourselves and swam all day, my skin now a deep tan, and from the boat trip even my arse was getting some colour.
We had the buffet at the hotel and drank in the bar till 10:00. The swim team were staying in a hotel on the strip. We arranged to meet the lads in their hotel. The girls were not coming with us, they wanted a girly night, they'd booked make overs with Melanie in the hotel spa and massage sessions with this hunky Spanish guy Pedro, they've been on about, sex on legs they call him, I've seen Pedro and I think the girls are barking up the wrong tree, maybe that's why they subconsciously feel safe around him?
The teams coach met us and the team were all in white polos and navy shorts. Fuck they looked sexy. Mark gave me a wink.
Coach said `It'd be better if you wore same as us, come on I'll get you guys sorted.
`Strip off' he said as the door closed and I'll measure you.
`So that's 3 medium, and one XL'. He rummaged in a sports hold-all and brought out the 4 polos, then 4 pairs of shorts and 4 jock straps.
`The straps may have been worn to try on, lots of guys change them for a size down to er enhance their wares!'
`Come on guys get changed we ain't got all fucking night.' Charming, I thought.
Coach leant on the door frame, his hands in his pockets adjusting himself as we stripped, we instinctively sniffed the jocks to check them. We gave him a bit of a show. He was rock hard by the time Ryo had done his `routine'.
The jocks and silky shorts felt great and the jock filled out the shorts obscenely.
We headed for the strip and caused a minor sensation as some guys stripped off their tops as the night was sticky warm.
The huge disco bars on the strip were packed with testosterone fuelled lads out for a good time and whatever came their way. It was lads dancing with lads all the way, the girls were chatting in groups, protecting themselves from the constant barrage of offers from pissed up guys who'd being rejected, no doubt thought `fuck it, let's just have a good time'. The dance floor was a riot of lads dancing, singing, sweating, topless, waving arms and stomping in tune with the beat.
The air was full of cheap aftershave and sweat as the bass pounded and lights flashed, reflecting off the shiny skin of the dancing mob.
Coach got the drinks in and they were downed quickly as Macca pulled the lads in a chain onto the dance floor. Another 20 fit lads to add to the throng. Shirts were removed and tucked down shorts as the guys got down on it to the cheesy disco beat.
Bar after bar was the same, it was getting late, the guys getting drunk. Macca, Degsy, Ryan and me walked to our hotel. Mark came running towards me and threw his arms around me.
`Shit it's 4:00am the girls will kill us if we go back now and wake them up, how about we crash in your room Chris?',
Sure' I say but let's try sleeping for a change'
We get to ky room, Degsy, Macca and Ryo stand arms over shoulders and piss together in the pan then take off the polos and their shorts and danced around in their jocks.
`Fuck I haven't worn a jock in years, I remember I used to get boned up constantly',says Macca.
`No change then' says Ryo
Mark and I try to piss out a stream whilst the lads climb into bed together leaving them to work out who's spooning who. It's clarion calls of farts as we settle down, some illicit cocks in arses as the jocks are removed quietly and groans and sighs add to the snoring and snuffles of sleep.
It's just too hot and not much sleep is had. One by one the lads wake, dress and creep off back to their girlfriends leaving Mark and I in a smelly room. I slide back the balcony door and the fresh air sweeps in clearing away the musk and farts.
Mark is out for the count, I snuggle up to his back spooning him and pull the sheet over us and I fall asleep, content.
I'm dreaming that I'm swimming with a dolphin and loads of fit lads, naked, all nudging me and keeping me close to the dolphin who's now nudging his snout into my cock, bashing at my balls as we swim along.
I wake up and Marks cock is bobbing onto my nose, his balls dangling, swaying as he's deep throating my cock. I swivel to a 69, prise his down and it's soon in my mouth, mmmorrrrnnn' he says vibrating my cock. He pulls off ready' he says.
I nod and we kiss and cuddle, our cocks clashing, I roll over, pull my pillow to my tummy as Marks beardy chin scrapes my soft crack and he gurgles and mumbles as he laps up my night time emissions and musk,
`Fuck your arse tastes so good'
He squeezes the last of the lube on his finger, the blob like a magnifying glass and smears it over my hole, then he growls up a gobbit and spits, bulls eye, on my hole. He blows on my nape and drops, kissing my neck as he plunges in,
Fuuuucck' I moan out as the excruciating pain engulfs me, I'm shivering and whimpering my body limp, shutting down with the pain as Mark pounds my hole, his shaft grazing my prostate, stimulating me, waking me up and replacing the pain with every probe with desire. My cock now hard, pushing into the pillow, spewing precum, as Mark ploughs above me, his weight on his arms. I'm hearing again now, the numbness receding and I'm picking up the slap slap slap of his balls on my arse, his breathing and soft oh yeahs'. My smell has returned, finely tuned to his musk drifting to my nostrils from my arse being ploughed and his sweat, my sweat combining as it runs from his body to mine and to the wet sheets.
My cock is fucking the pillow, grazing my rim on the cotton, I'm not far off shooting, I feel a hard slap on my arse as Mark pulls out, I'm bereft, my body empty, missing his cock already. I flip over, my cock so hard, so sensitive nearing its climax.
`I'm so close' says Mark, his cock head purple, angry, bobbing wildly,
Me too' I say let's 69'
With that Mark spins around, his arse smells so fucking strong, his cock above me as I open my mouth and watch as his cock sinks in, snapping my lips around his shaft and sucking, as I feel Marks pussy soft mouth and broad leaf tongue take my swelling organ into his warmth.
The taste of my own arse juices, the spit, and Marks precum on his cock are too much for me, the smell of his balls, his musky sticky arse inches from me overwhelm me, I push a finger into his warm crevice and he moans, deeper now as I start to finger fuck his arse, he bellows out a deep groan and shoots, pushing his clenched arse forward and his cock down my throat, pulsing out volley after volley of his cum, gagging me, my pulling off and heaving air into my lungs as I shoot my load into Marks mouth.
We swallow down each others cum and fall back on the bed. I nudge Mark over, `let me at your arse' I say and I'm in like Flynn, lapping up his musk, cleaning under his balls, flipping him over to suckle his pits and kissing down a downy treasure trail to his soft cock.
`How shall we spend our last day? I ask
No answer but a snuffle and a snore.
We sleep.
End of Part 5