Ryan Air - Part 19
Chris leaves his comfy but doomed life as a lecturer at uni and joins a gang of trades and learns how to live life.
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Ryan Air - Part 19 - Tommo's tale
Tommy or Tommo was almost 17, he looks like he should be the son of a butcher, not of a welder. He's a big lad, a brutal defender in the school football team and he was used to working on a Saturday in the stockyard with his dad, hauling 10 foot steel strips across the yard in threes, that his dad would twist into long candy stick lengths and weld under tension, sealing the strips together for ever to be buried deep inside reinforced concrete.
Tommo was very witty, a quick, deep humour, we got used to his tongue quickly, but during work he'd 'Sir' it with the best of them but in The Feathers he was a different lad altogether. His 6'6" frame, broad shoulders, slim waist and a rack of piano key ribs beset with two tea plate sized discs of pecs with a pink cherry on top, leading to undernourished abs, his right hand side quite developed, his left skinny. We'd tease him about the precocious development of his wanking arm, and to `leave it alone', he'd flush a deep red, then we'd watch it clear to a paleness as he thought of something witty to say,
`Well at least mines big enough to grab with my hand not tweezers', we'd guffaw in mock rage, he'd get a slap on the back and we'd carry on, his chest puffing out at his achievement.
Tommo had lots of questions about mine and Ginges relationship if that's what it was, Ginge would say he's not a puff, it's just mates helping out, what's wrong with a cuddle eh? It's just another hole to fuck, and that he liked the closeness, it made him feel safe, secure, wanted.
The first time Tom crept into our bed was after a Friday night at The Feathers, we'd got kebabs to eat on the walk home, the chilli sauce dribbling down Tommo's chin, Ginge lent in and kissed it off his face and then goosed his cock and ran off, turning around laughing at Tommo, beckoning him to chase him,
`like that, did ya? Well ya dick sure did', Ginge taunted.
Tommo ran forward, his arse emblazoned with FIT in orange. Nothing truer. His sculpted butt muscles pressing against the fleece as he sped off after him, he caught Ginge easily, pantsing him, Ginges familiar pale alabaster globes bathed in the moonlight in Kirby on the fringes of the estate. Tommo gave Ginge a theatrical, straight, male to male kiss then unexpectedly his hand dropped down Ginges trackies to cup his tackle, they looked eye to eye, close, time almost stopped, broken by
K Tommo, K Ginge',
as a group of lads passed us by on the pavement. They did the bro touch fists greeting and we headed back to the apartment, my cock filling with blood despite my best efforts to think of sewage outlet pipes and government training objectives.
Martin, or Smarto as he was called ran up to us, his trackies giving something away, as his cock half erect jiggled for attention in his grey trackies, he threw his arm around Tommo and they hugged I'm fucking pissed' he said to anyone who'd listen and the two teens ran on ahead FIT and FIT' side by side.
We got to our flat, we ran in and the lads flopped on the sofa. I threw them each a cold can, the sound of chattering and cracking cans echoed around the bare room. Ginge was in charge, elder statesman now, promoted twice above Tommo, Smarto and Dongo, the Champ plasterer, now showing his ex-school mates the ropes in work and life. He selected a porno, oh fuck, I thought, not this one.
The lads sat on the sofa, Ginge in the middle, Smarto and Tommo on either side, a gap between them.
`I always get the fucking crack' says Ginge moaning at sitting over the gap between the two cushions on the settee.
`You should be so lucky' says Tommo, we all laugh.
The video shows a guy sat on his desk looking at his laptop, it zooms in and it's a porno, of a guy walking to a door, tight denim cut offs showing his bum cheeks, he's wearing a white muscle top, carrying a toolbox.
The guy at the desk hears the doorbell and opens the door. We see the repairman frontal this time, fuck he's built, his cock is to one side down the jeans almost peeping out. His pecs are solid as are his arms.
`You called about your water'
`Oh yeah, something wrong with the pipes, they splutter and spray then run clear'
`Let me take a look'
The guys hears moaning and `fuck me harder' from the living room, the repairman grins,
`You're hard at work I see' looking at the guys erection in his PJ's and the porn playing on the laptop.
`Yeah I work from home, I love it, actually you're lucky to catch me clothed!'
`Shame, the repairman says and they embrace as they strip each other naked.
The lads are watching and when the guys are naked they see the repairman's cock,
`he's fucking massive' says Tommo, agog.
`You never seen Ginge then?' Says Martin,
`No, we never were in the same teams, show us then Ginge' says Tommo.
He pauses the video.
`OK, but I'll make a deal, do you fancy a bit of fun tonight? How about we copy what the guys on the video do? But only if you want to, no one's forcing you, it's just a bit of Friday fun to get us off and sleep better'.
The two lads look at each other and nod.
We're on!
`More beers lads?', they all catch another can,
`Get the shots ready Spanno' says Ginge. I find the rum and fill the small tray with shot glasses full to the brim.'
We watch the video. The guys are kissing. Tommo has his hands down his trackies clutching his dick. Ginge leans across and their faces are close, then Tommo makes the first move, touching Ginges lips, Ginge stays still, allowing Tommo to go to the next stage, to press and properly kiss. Tommo's hands come out of his trackies and cup the back of Ginges head, pulling him in.
I pat the cushion for Smarto to sit by me on the two seater and he lurches over, his sweats tenting obscenely, he looks shyly down at his erection and says `oops' then grinning at me, he turns towards me, our eyes meet, he closes his lids slowly and moves towards me, missing my mouth, we clash teeth, his eyes open, twinkling somehow, pheromones raging, his sweats not disguising his pole, a tiny dark damp spot appears giving his lust away. I put my arms under his fleece top and feel his warm back and pull him in, savouring his soft, warm skin, his sublime smooth body as our lips touch properly and we kiss, pressing him closer, harder now, my tongue tracing his lips, then his teeth, opening him up, my arrowhead tongue delving in, he separates and I plunge in, he gasps inwardly breathing sharply. Then relaxed and pulls my head closer to his face, tongues now battling, he's not in for submission just yet. The unspoken battle for supremacy has begun. The chase is on, I can't fucking wait to skewer this one.
Ginge pulls Tommo's top off and they are shirtless, snogging, feeling bodies, rampant dicks in sweat bottoms. The porno is on pause stuck on a still of two naked men, hands cupping arse cheeks as they kiss, the toolbox on the floor and his high-vis, wifebeater and shorts strewn on the floor. The laptop in the shot has a still of two guys fucking, doggy style.
Tommo is looking at the screen, he stands and squeezes off his trainers, then pulls down his sweats, his cock rises to his abs. Beautiful. Ginge is on it, standing, he pushes off his trainers and drops his pants, releasing the weapon, Tommo's hand is down in a flash gripping Ginges tool,
`Steady Tommo, I don't want to shoot just yet'
`Sorry' he says,
`Never say sorry' says Ginge,
My heart swells with pride, my stud has been promoted, he's cum of age, the master now leading the boy.
They kiss and Ginges hand is on Tommo's arse, pulsing his cheeks, his fingers moving closer to the prize, slowly moving in. Tommo clenches his arse cheeks tight as his fingers move too close, Ginge backs off and Tommo relaxes, grinding his six-pack onto Ginges shaft, Ginges frenulum being excited, sticky now, precum spewing out.
He pulls away, still kissing, his hands now entering Tommo's arse crack, he pulls him tight and he's in, a finger on his rosebud, Tommo gasps `fucking hell, you dirty cunt',
he whispers and pushes back onto Ginges fingers, giving the green light to Ginge to explore. Ginge is tracing his crack, the downy arse hairs, his finger circling his sticky pucker as Tommo pushes his tongue down Ginges throat. Tommo makes the move, breaking away, grabbing Ginges cock,
`It's fucking massive'
he says, playing with the skin, watching it pop over the rim and halfway up the crown before pulling it back, the rim engorged, turgid, dark purple, shiny. Tommo kneels to worship the master. He grips the base and directs Ginges cock to his face, pushing it under his nose, his upper lip soft but slightly prickly on his rim, Tommo breathes in deeply, his tongue tickles underneath his rim, on his band. Ginge moans.
`Fucking suck it before I shoot',
He opens wide and moves his mouth over it, breathing out then almost holding his breath dived in, gagging instantly, coughing,
`S....' he says remembering, Ginge smiles down at him,
`take it steady, you're doing just fine' Ginge reassures him, he beams up at Ginge, his cock in his hand, his lips about to enclose the head.
Smarto copies Tommo, he's on his knees, gripping my cock, his hand feels fucking great on me, I want him to pump me, I push my cock up his hand, my foresking moving its weird inside out motion. He looks at me and half grins
`Feels good eh?' He says
`Yeah, let's look at yours', I say.
I laid down and did a twirly motion with my fingers, he understood, his cock grazed across my chest as his arse came into view, his cheeks partially parted, his pucker light brown, with a rosebud pink centre and two beautiful arse globes. His ballsack tight, rippled skin bunched up over his eggs forming a line that I traced with my tongue from his hole, down his perineum and to his balls.
I spewed out precum, as he pushed his thumb over my cockhead and I heard him taste it.
`Mmm thats salty sweet, different to my own'
`Wait till you taste my jizz',
`Fuck off' he laughed, we'll see, I thought.
Everything I did to him, he copied, that was the deal. So as not to gross him out I took it slowly, sucking his dick, then cheese hunting with my arrowed tongue around his rim, he nearly came, I felt his rapid pulsing and backed off, then ball licking under his perineum, savouring the musk, his man boy musk, then delicately opening up his cheeks and blowing onto his pucker, watching it quiver and wink, then delving nose first into his crack and giving his hole a saliva bath.
Oh the feeling as he copied my administrations on my hole, fuck I nearly came, what a delicate touch this boy has, maybe it's beginners luck or maybe he was born to please? He sucked at my nuts, allmost chewing on one, then the other.
`You shave your balls?' He queried as he spat one out.
`Yeah, like it?'
`Yeah I can feel the hairs growing back'
`Might have to have a buddy shower and shave later?'
I felt Smartos cock leap in my mouth at the suggestion.
I could fuck him right here, right now, my cock was up for it, I could hardly breathe, my focus was singular, to get off.
We swapping Tommo?' Said Smarto. This one's a right dirty get',
Was that praise?
I looked across and Ginge spat out Tommo's cock. Fuck he's beautiful, I thought, young, ripe, muscular. Looking at Tommo's reddening chest, his blushed face, even his rump was flushed, he was deffo up for it.
Ginge tickled Smarto who laughed uncontrollably, embarrassed, then angry that he had such a childish weakness. They wrassled, laughing as it turned into a strength test, who's on top, their bodies tensed, naked, boned up, facing each other, bent over, legs angled, arses sticking out, in a cat like action pose, cocks erect, balls tight up, swaying as they looked for a weakness, a signal, Smarto went too early as Ginge had him on the floor, in a head lock, his alabaster skin, red patches and golden freckled arms reflected ginges taught muscles. Smarto, the big lad defeated, his muscles soft, rounded in defeat, his cock hard, begging for release. Ginge turned Smarto over and waited until he lifted his arse high.
`This what you want?' Said Ginge, slapping his cock into his palm.
Smarto spewed precum, a thin syrupy jet giving his answer.
`Well?'
`Yeah Ginge, then I'll fucking well do you, I'll make your fucking arse sing',
`Deal',
says Ginge and grins as Smarto wiggles his arse at him and he delves into his crack. Opening him up with his tongue, then one finger, finding his prostate, making him gasp, then more tongue work, opening him up more, two fingers, then three,
`Just fucking do me' Smarto says as Ginge holds his shoulders and lines up, then he is balls deep in Smartos arse, a huge moan emanating from Smartos mouth as Ginge took him, balls slapping, hard moans but a soft cock from Smarto as he shrinks at the onslaught from Ginges tool.
Ging came, we looked on from afar, his body melted into Smartos as he expelled his load up Smartos soft, malleable tube. Pulsing his 10cc or more of man seed up his butt.
Ginge groaned and looked over at me and Tommo.
`Fuck these lads are good! said Ginge.
I thought Tommo was worth more than Smarto any day.
Watching them fuck got me horny, got Tommo horny. Tommo stood proud, erect. His tall 6'6" frame and cock in proportion. He flexes. His nuts hanging down, his abs tight, a wonky crate like structure, his tea plate pecs with cherry on top nipples.
`What you waiting for?' He said as he got on all fours like the guy on the laptop, shimmying his cheeks at me. I didn't want to hurt him so spent a while getting him ready, eating him out, playing with his hole, teasing him until he was desperate to be fucked, to release. It was worth it, his tight arse enveloped my shaft perfectly, his velvet lined boy cunt tingled my rim as I glided up and down, he moaned. I wanted to look at him though, to watch his face react to my tool, to watch his cum face. I pulled out,
`on your back, lift up your legs',
he complied.
I gripped his ankles and lifted his legs higher, his gaping pucker came into view, like a moon rising. I lent on in and watched as he winced at the pain then got into it, grinning at me, his eyes rolling as I found his prostate, his cock banging against his abs as I slapped into his arse, forcefully now. I stopped, fully engaged and leant in hard, our faces an inch apart, I could feel his hot breath on my face, my cock pulsing up his chute, I met his lips, soft, full boy lips and kissed him tenderly, he looked up at me grinning, I brushed the hair off his forehead,
`Come inside me please' he whispered.
I nodded and rocked my hips, he moaned. I continued and his face crumpled as he shot his load up his body, exciting my cock making me join him, I fell onto him as I released my seed up his boy cunt. When I'd finished I pulled out and licked his load off his body sharing cummy kisses, he put his hand to his hole and he felt my cum running out, he beckoned me to lick him clean. His musk heavy in the air.
Smarto was at Ginges hole, his apprehensions gone now, consumed by lust as he tongued and slavered getting Ginge ready.
Smarto took Ginge roughly, as young lads do, brought up on porn. He finished quickly, panting heavily.
`Cheers Ginge, that was good'
`Glad you enjoyed it, which do you prefer, giving or taking?'
`Dunno, I'd say fucking you, my arse still hurts from your dick up me, but maybe we'll have to practice more, see if it gets easier',
We all squeezed into bed cuddling up, bony boys, that beautiful feeling of skin on skin, of different heartbeats, of different smells, our pits and cracks all humming their musky odours and delights.
Smarto left for his own bed. Tommo fell out of bed, oblivious, fast asleep. He woke up cold and snuggled back to me, I'm in the middle, my cock in a semi in Ginges crack and Tommo warm on my back his arms on my pecs and his pulsing beast nestled in my arse crack as he snores and drools saliva on my shoulder.
Can life get any better than this? I think as I doze off, letting a secret fart escape in the darkness, pushing the duvet down, oh too warm now stuck in between two radiant hot bodies.
TBC