Ryan Air - Part 16
Ryan has a summer holidays off 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 16
Friday again, my first week over, I ache all over, not used to the sheer exertion, not only of work, the sex matching the hard work somehow. I didn't get much exertion pushing a pen, or sex for that matter, maybe life is balanced after all?
Fozzie lets out a long, noisy fart his breaking wind shattering my cerebral thoughts. His beautiful smell fills the room, I waft it out with the duvet and it fades away.
He snuffles into the pillow, his arse humps the bed and wiggles, he's getting comfy. I lift up and blow on his ear, then arrow my tongue and lick inside, me free hand is rubbing over his arse cheeks, and finding the valley sinking in with my hand, my hand sawing up and down his sticky crack.
I stop licking his ear, turn 180 and crawl down under the duvet and kiss his arse cheeks and parting his cheeks blow on his pucker, his aroma fills the trapped air space, concentrating his musk. I arrow my tongue and parting his cheeks wider, I push on to his hole, teasing the rim with my tongue tip, feeling his anal muscles contract, his eye winking at my tongue, I spit and watch it run down to his hairy pipe and ginger bull nuts.
I push down a little lower and suckle at his pipe, breathing in his aroma, now a lighter pissy smell mixed with cum. My mind flashed back to last night, to his cock, to him sinking in my arse, to watching his huge chest heave, his abs tighten and his sculpted arms move as he fucked me, lowering his body to inches above me as he paused, pulsed and kissed, prolonging his time enjoying me, enjoying the sensation of my tight arsehole, as he bred me, his beautiful cum face giving his feelings away, my arse making him shudder, his cock pulsing out his seed up my velvet chute.
Fozzie lifted his arse and threw me off, rolled over and kicking the duvet off he stretched as I clambered over him, taking his cock in my hand and slowly beating him off as I kissed him deeply. I straddled him and lifted my body, my arse, over him and his precum and last nights jizz allowed me to groan and sink down his pole as he exhaled, his belly pulling in, his abs crunching as he wiggled his frame to ensure he was fully engaged. I leant forwards and we kissed as he humped his cock into me, short strokes, I massaged his pecs, twitching his nips, now rock hard berries, my cock hard, bobbing about, his hands caressing my body. He didn't last, he pulled me down for a snog as he pulsed his load into me.
`Morning' he says and grinned at me. We got up and did the essentials.
`We've gotta get a move on, no showers, lets get dressed, you make toast and i'll do the sarnies, and take a brew with us. We can eat the toast on the way.'
`Thank fuck it's Friday' says Degsy as we take a break, leant together back to back, sipping tea whilst Ginge washes up and mixes two bucket loads. Degsys body heat warming us up where we meet, shoulder to shoulder.
Degsy lets me do a finishing layer, not bad' he says not good either, pass me she sprayer'
He wet the dodgy areas and smoothed them out. `It's going to be tiled so perfect for practice. You can do all these as we go around'. He hugged me in the small room, out of sight, his hands gripping my arse. He leant in close, tight on me, our faces touching as we buried ourselves together as I rubbed his back.
`Fuck you're ripe, good night was it?'
He pulled at my cock hard as we separated, him laughing at my blushing.
`You'll do alright there'
he said and shouted
`mix'
as we heard Ginge shout
`2 minutes, sir'.
At `The Feathers' workmen were filling the tap room, the chatter faded as we sat, exhausted and sipped our first pint. Ginge was at my side, he looked beat, we sat open legged, knees touching and he surreptitiously nudged closer, using any excuse to get closer. When the noise increased as the chatter started up again, I turned, he looked at me and smiled, his eyes coming back to life,
`You OK?' I said,
Yeah, Maccas given me my wages, cash, I've never seen as much fucking money!' I'm gonna give my Ma some and then buy some fucking kegs, new trainers and trackies, and get my fucking hair cut, I'm sick of being a dirty cunt'.
`Where you staying?'
`Half at home, half in Degsy shed',
`If you want you can keep clothes and nice stuff and any money safe at mine, I'm staying at Fozzies, got my own room and bathroom, come round for a shower and spruce up when you want.
`That'd be great, thanks'
`My shout' I say
Ginge gets up and we chat at the bar like two blokes would, he's as sharp as a tack and funny. I see Degsy look at me and nod his approval as we carry the pints back in two threes. Degsy doesn't miss much.
Ryan comes across and we sit close together `you still liking it?'
`Yeah, loving it, I've you to thank' I said
Oh I think you did that already. Shelles up for a rematch if you fancy, and I wouldn't mind a piece of your arse again',
`You not getting enough of Ginge's?',
`Yeah, but I fancy trying his mate Patrick, as Ginge says he's like his dad, and his dads fucking huge.',
Ryan looks at me and he at him,
`'Shelle likes em young, It could be fun, breaking the lads in' says Ryan.
Ginge sits between us and says `what are you two on about?'
`A treat for you and Pat' says Ryan
`Saturday night OK?',
I nod. Ginge nods,
`7:00, clean undies' says Ryan.
Ryan gets up, `I'd better be going',
My shout' says Ginge in fact it's my first round, thanks lads for looking after me',
He chokes up a little and I help him with the drinks just in case there's any bother about buying at his age. The barman knows, takes the tenner and winks at him, we get back and Degsy says `To Ginge' and we all follow suit. The lad is overcome and snuggles into me, hiding his face, sobbing into my shoulder.
`Give over you soppy sod', says Degsy as they threw their beer mats at him.
Degsy gets up and he hugs him tight giving him a theatrical big sloppy kiss on the cheeks and feeling up his arse.
We finish the round and we are stood at the urinals, Degsy, Ginge and Me. Ginge is busting and pulls his trackies down and unleashes a messy torrent, pull your skin back' Degsy says avoiding the back splash, Sorry' Ginge says sheepishly, we pull ours out. Ginge is looking left and right. `Well, I'm still the Daddy' he grins, shakes and pulls his cock for ages whilst we flip and button up.
`You're a lucky bastard having that between your legs' says Degsy and tickles him, he's writhing as Degsy grabs a hold of his now hard shaft and pumps it up and down, Ginge relaxes, falling back in his arms helpless as Degsy wanks him off.
I hear the hinge squeak on the outer door and we release. Ginge pushes his thick erect cock into his trackies commando and we shield the tent.
`Back to Fozzies, he'll be home by now, who's up for a quick session'.
`Well Ginge certainly is' Degsy says,
I grab Degsys crotch, his pipe pulsing underneath,
`you seem interested as well', I say and I grab my own dick through the fabric making it look impressive.
We get to Fozzies, his car is just pulling up.
`That's good timing, we having a session?' We nodded,
`that's a fiver each then, apart from Ginge, he's on me, or up me, should I say'.
We get in and Fozzie pulls off his boots, takes his top layers off, his chest is amazing, I swoon, `come on lads, and you Ginge, I'm getting the washer on, might as well get yours in as well.
He is a god naked, his firm butt cheeks, powerful thighs and strong curvy legs, leading to stout shins. I picked up the clothes, and put them in the washing basket then pulled them apart to separate them, first in was Ginges filthy tracksuit bottoms, yellow stained and brown smudges on the fluffy fabric, his top smelling acrid, rank. Next up Degsys ripe undies, I sniffed the crotch, cheesy, pissy, cummy, divine. His shirt smelt of his pits, raw man, next up Fozzies kegs, beautiful aroma of musk and soap, then mine. I put them on at 60 and added conditioner',
`What you doing in there, wanking on them? Hurry on boy we're waiting for you, oh and bring those cold cans from the fridge.'
I walked in with a six pack, my own six pack soft and my cock interested but swinging low, the guys were sat on the sofa, Ginge in the middle, faces agog as they watched a porno.
`Start without me then'
as I chucked a can at each of them. This was one with two construction workers, pissing against a wall, one lad gets a hard on and the other starts to blow him.
`Could be you and Ginge, Degsy' Fozzie says.
`Never whilst we've got the chance to be earning' I can suck Ginge off any time, but when this jobs finished we can't earn anything then.'
`How long have we got?'
`Couple of years tops' might be a phase 2 if the rabbit hutches sell quickly enough',
We sit back and admire the guys bodies on the video, Ginge is starting to wank not just play.
`Come on Ginge, I'll help you out',
I copied the guy on the video. Now, I'm a pretty good cocksucker if I say so myself, never had any complaints. Ginge was as hard as a rail, his 7.5" when interested, must be 8.5" or even 9" when solid. I took him down, swallowing a lot to reduce the gag reflex, he moaned and gripped my hair as I touched his tip at down my glutinous mouth. He started pumping my face.
Degsy was on his knees, blowing Fozzies big ginger haired cock, his whole body a red worshippers delight of hair, freckles, a well earned outdoors construction tan, trimmed beard, neat hair, hairy pecs, hairy arse and beautiful golden haired legs, his bush look's natural but is a work of art. Degsys hands broddled into his arse cheeks as he hit the spot and sank his fingers in on sticky workers sweaty residue.
The big lad was fucking Degsys face, quite hard. Degsy was almost overcome as Fozzie arched back, pulled out and pushed Degsy back onto the rug, Fozzie held his dick at the base and shot his plumes of white over Degsys body. Ginge turned and as I pulled away he shot too, their cum mixing, Degsy wanked furiously and jetted his cum, it didn't take me long to knock one out as the three guys stared at my cock, willing me to cum. Ginge was down first, sucking Degsys cock clean, then licking up the strands of cum with his tongue, broad, retracing the flight path and landing trajectory of each shot. Fozzie and Ginge were sat on the sofa, softly playing with each other until we hardened up.
The guys on the video had progressed to a spit roasting and double anal. We looked at the screen, Ginge was on his knees, Fozzie leapt to shove his cock in his mouth, `Degsy or Spannos cock, what's it to be?'
`Both please'.
`I don't mind sloppy seconds boss' as Degsy pushed on in. I'd a choice now, blow Ginge off or find a willing hole.
I stood behind Fozzie who knelt a little then bent over giving me access to his love canal. He winced, as I opened him with two squelchy, stinky fingers up before sinking my cock into his arse. He stood up and I adjusted, I grabbed hold of him around his pecs, a tight hug to stop me falling as I pushed and pulled into his tube, rocking my arse up him, Fozzie groaning as I attacked his ring. Degsy grunted and animal like, he secured his deposit up Ginges arse, Ginges pale translucent skin flushed red and white where Degsys hands gripped his waist, pounding into his arse, his balls slapping noisily. Fozzie bathed Ginges tonsils in cum as I shot up into Fozzie.
Fozzie and I suckled a load out of Degsy as Ginge cleaned up Degsys cock.
`Fuck it stinks in here, how's the washing doing, Spanno?'
`I looked, 20mins left then we'll tumble dry them' I called.
`Time for a can'
`Time I went home, said Degsy'
`What you going Naked?'
`Might as well' he said, it's only around the corner, you coming Ginge'
`No thanks, I'm waiting till I have clean clobber, been weeks in those, Ma's washer is knackered or the meters run out at home. I'll wait it out thanks Degsy.'
Degsy picked up his keys and ran to the van naked, his arse looking lovelier as he ran, speeding off in the van.
`He's a right one!' Says Fozzie.
`I'll get tea on, you staying the night Ginge', he snuggled into me,
`If I may Fozzie'
`You certainly may, my pleasure, I hope' winking at me.
`Come on let's sort out your money Ginge.'
We went to my room and climbed into the bed for comfort and a cuddle.
His raging hot body almost glowing at my side, my arm over his shoulder as we chatted.
`Spanno, you seem to like me, and I know I like you, so do you think I could stay here with you, what do you think, oh I've gone and said it now'
Shhhh', I said, I think that's a good idea, I don't want any trouble though with your age and all. Let's see what Fozzie says, it's his home after all'
Ginge snuggled into me even more if that were possible.
I got up and took the washing out of the dryer and folded his tracksuits, `here put these on, they've washed well, the pissy colour has gone and the brown stains as well'.
Ginge blushed,
`it's not your fault, Ginge. let's see what's you look like tomorrow evening when you've had your haircut, got those trainers and some fucking underpants on to tame the beast',
I pulled on his cock and he wrestled me on the bed. I managed to flip him on his back, his eyes piercing mine, his lopsided grin melting my heart. I dropped slowly down and we kissed, a passionate proper kiss.
He dressed and we counted his money.
So £40 to mum, £40 saved up with me, £50 trainers £40 tracksuit, £10 undies, that's £180. Plus food and beer, I think you can do that out of this weeks.
`Let's ask Fozzie'
We went through to the lounge. Fozzie was watching something on TV, his hands down his shorts, playing idly. His chest resplendent, perfect.
`Ginge wants to ask you something?' I said
`The answer is yes, no it won't cost you anything as you're sharing mostly with Spanno, yes you can have a month or two to see how much you've got and sort out your finances, yes you can fuck me whenever you want to, yes we'll get enough food to feed us all, yes, I'll do the cooking, yes , I'm a fucking brilliant guy who's arse is missing a plug right now.'
Ginge ran over and leapt on him, his gangly 16 year old frame heavy on him. Ginge pulled down his trackies showing his bum, Fozzie pulled his cotton boxer shorts off and lifted high, as Ginge spit lubed and pierced his pucker , ramming home as I watched.
`Come here you' said Fozzie as I kicked off my shorts and sank my cock into Fozzies mouth. He got me hard. I pulled out and the sight of Ginges bobbing arse was too much. I shoved a finger up, then another and fell onto him, pushing my cock up his hole and him further into Fozzie. We rocked and rolled until Ginge pulled out and shot his load over Fozzies thick cock. I wanked out another on top, as Ginge went down on Fozzie and swallowed his load. I was in a race then to clean Fozzie up.
We walked to my bedroom and we fell on the bed, Ginge snuggled in between us both and we caressed the boy man, man boy to sleep.
Saturday morning arrived. Ginge sat up in bed with a start then in the dim light I watched as he ran to the toilet, his boner leading the way and smiled as he drilled his piss noisily into the pan, exhaling loudly, letting out a huge fart. He washed his hands quickly and ran back, snuggling in, his cold hand smarting on my arse.
`Ooh your toasty warm' he said as he gripped my buns, kissing me.
`Where's Fozz?'
`I heard him go for a piss in the night and then he must've gone to his own room for some kip, you were wriggling like a worm' I said
`This worms up for it' said Ginge prodding me in the abs with his dick
`That's a snake not a worm'
I said grabbing hold and pumping him as he groaned and I watched his face change, a sharp grimace and a moan then his face relaxed and he smiled as I felt the hot sticky liquid firing up his body as he shot his load between us.
`Sorry' he said
`Never say sorry'
I said as we separated and I knelt over him to kiss lick up his cum. I straddled him and he took my cock and sucked me off, my ending up face fucking him hard as I wanted to cum desperately in him, to own him.
Fozzie stood at the open door, looking in at us, carrying two mugs of tea.
`Fuck, what a sight'
He said putting the tea down, his cock slowly thickening and rising majestically before us. Ginge looked on, his mouth open his lips coated with plumes of my cum.
`Fuck, look at that' he said and stood up, Fozzie kissed him, savouring my cum from his lips and as Fozz pushed Ginge towards the bed they fell next to me as I rolled out of the way of Fozz massive lumbering body almost crushing Ginge underneath him. We wrestled on the bed, then sat up and sipped the tea, sharing two mugs between the three of us.
`Who's first' says Fozz in the middle, as he kicked down the duvet, holding his thick cock in both hands.
Ginge leant forwards to me and we kissed passionately, both getting hard as Fozz wanked his cock slowly. We separated and kissed Fozz deep, taking it in turns as one kissed his lucious fat lips, his ginger beard tickling as the other played with his shaft, pulling the skin over the crown, watching it snap into place and fall back, pulling at his nuts, feeling the glutinous orbs in their sack, watching him rise a little in pain as I squeezed them hard, then sinking my mouth over his crown his moan lost somewhere in Ginges mouth, as they made out slavering, then we'd swap, his precious taste in my mouth as his tongue delved in me, pushing in me, blocking my breathing as I gasped in air through my nose, Ginge down below giving him head, his arse rising off the bed to get deeper into Ginges mouth as he slowly face fucked him.
Ginge pulled off him, Fozzies cock was pulsing, thrashing about on his abs then calmed down as his breathing slowed,
`Fuck, you nearly had me then' he grinned.
We knelt over him and snogged, as we too hardened up again, Fozzie pulled our faces apart, his muscular arms tensed then softened as we looked at him, his eyes looked down at his cock, held high, his hands cupping his balls. We got the message and both went down on him as he put his hands behind his head and we administered our treatment on his turgid dick, kissing up the shaft, our lips pressed on either side almost touching each others as we glided up and down on saliva, our tongues pushing into his vein as we brought him off. Watching the geyser shoot high into the air, his abs tense as he shot the first plume, coating his body with subsequent plumes, then reducing to a white lava flow from his slit and down his shaft, pooling in the trimmed autumn forest below.
I kissed him as Ginge got to work licking up the protein, this ended with us taking it in turns to lick and kiss.
Now you two' he said I'll just watch as you suck each other off'
We 69'd on the bed, Ginge laying on his back, his hands on my arse cheeks opening me up as he suckled my cock, then eating me out. I copied as Fozzie watched on, his cock getting interested as he pulled at its increasing hardness, pausing to rub his hands over his body tweaking his nipples, as his cock lumbered, twitching like a beached seal on his thigh. I shot first, into Ginges open mouth, Fozzie groaned as he watched the jets of spunk squirt into Ginges mouth. Ginge spurting over my face as I tried to get my lips over his pulsing dick.
`Come here boys' said Fozzie, his arms held wide for an embrace and a doze as he yanked the duvet off the floor over us, like protective mother hen with two young chicks.
I woke with Ginges arm over me, heavy on my chest, his sleeping face looking at the ceiling and his mouth wide open, slavering on his chin.
`Come and get it' Fozzie shouted as the smell of fried bacon filled my nostrils. I pulled out from under Ginge and tweaked his nipples hard, he bolted awake, looked up at me and grinned,
`Fuck Fozzie you're a top bloke, I'm fucking starving'
We sat naked eating the plate piled high, a full English with toast and two of everything.
We supped the mugs of steaming tea washing down the greasy fare.
Ginge burped then farted `pardon me' he said and grinned rushing to the toilet.
`Hurry up, I'm next' said Fozzie as Ginge ran the shower, I stood by the door watching Fozzie on the pan, shyly grinning at me as he dropped his logs in a fan fare of bugle calls, sighing. He wiped up, flushed and pushed Ginge into the shower. I sat on the warm seat watching Ginge writhe about as Fozzie tickled and goosed him mercilessly. All done I wiped up, flushed and squeezed in the soapy bodies, arses pushed against the shower glass as we slipped hands over each other, cleaning up cracks, poles, holes and rims.
He talced us all up and we were smooth and clean.
I threw Ginge a pair of my undies and he looked quizzical,
`You can't go commando if you're buying clothes'
`Oh yeah' he said.
We caught the bus into town, leaving Fozzie cleaning the house and washing the sheets, whistling a tune as he paraded about naked.
TBC