Ryan Air

Ryan Air - Part Two

Thanks for your comments on part 1, here's another tongue in cheek instalment.

I'm on a packed late night budget flight to a holiday isle. Three fit lads boarding ahead catch my eye. 11/10 for the flight experience.

What are the chances I'd see them again?

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Ryan Air 2

The undo seatbelts sign clicked on and mayhem ensued. The lads were being nagged by their girls about getting their bags out of the overhead lockers.

With no place to stand Ryan gets up and reaches over to open the locker above me. His hairy pits on display, his shirt sleeves stretched back. His T risen up his abdomen, I can feel the heat from his soft abs, smell his aroma, he lunges forward and I feel his soft abs press into my face, I smell and kiss his belly button furtively as he squeezes and flexes his abs in my face, wrestling with the case above him. He grins at the sensation and pulls back, he looks down at me `cheeky' he says, his eyes sparkling.

`It's stuck Michelle' he says to the tarty girl in the middle. He has another tug. I watch above me as his arms tug the case hard, on tip toes, reaching high, his body taut, he yanks it out and he lurches forward and my face is buried in his groin. I sniff deeply, I can feel his penis, soft, thick at the side of my nose and his balls hit my chin as they sway towards me.

`Gotcha' he says and he yanks the case free dropping it at his side, missing my head by inches.

'Be careful Ryan' says Michelle who tuts theatrically and smiles at me.

So he is called Ryan!

What are the chances of that?

I chuckle to myself. I'm staring at Ryan's groin and Michelle starts her monologue, no male input required, perfect for the lads.

`Where are yous staying? God I wish they'd hurry up, I'm knackered, We're at Playa Nova Grand, my ma and aunties stayed there last summer and said it was fab, the all inclusive was great they said they weren't sober for a week!, I've googled the weather and it's gonna be scorching all week, My ma says there's a great market on a Wednesday, wouldn't it be funny if we were all in the same hotel'

I was about to say I didn't know my hotel yet when Ryan's crotch was in my face again and his shirt riding up, looking up I could see his more of his chest now, hairy, short, nice pecs, dark nips.

Ryan was stretching to grab something at the back of the locker, he said Here, don't forget your bag Shelle'

Michelle gave me a dizzy `what am I like look'

Ryan pulled his T shirt back down, flexing a mild 6 pack as he did so.

I didn't know where I'd be staying as I had I'd booked last minute on a mystery' allocated hotel deal. Travelling single, this was the only way I could afford it. The break-up from him' was expensive, renting on my own, all the bills to pay, just because he couldn't keep it zipped up, just because I `wasn't enough' for him.

Anyway, whatever hotel I was allocated would be good enough to loll in the sun and swim in the pool. All I knew was that the hotel was `3 Js' or above and in Palmanova.

The plane started to empty from the front slowy. I stood and got my case down, and the lads made their way out, their girls in front, Ryan moved off, he stoped short, making me bump into him, and his mate bump into me, in a lad sandwich, Ryan grabbed my cock, found my balls and squeezed hard. I could feel the lad behinds hard on in my crack. Ryan turned and grinned at me as the queue stalled

`nice flight eh!'

`Yeah, I just wish it were longer' thinking if so I'd have had time to take your cherry.

`Oh I think it's long enough' he said brushing his hand over my shaft, my cock now hard. He winked and joined the lads and attended to the girls cases fussing around them.

The hot Spanish air hit me as I walked across the tarmac to the bus to the terminal. I sat on my case and watched as the girls fussed and bickered with their lads, who took it all in their stride, not getting wound up, their arms over their mates shoulders, whispering in their ears then laughing together, adjusting their crotches, hands down their shorts playing absentmindedly with their tackle. The bus jolted to a stop and a girly scream went up. The doors hissed open and we were soon corralled and quickly through passports.

The Jet2 rep Andy' met us and ticked our names off the list ,ah Mr Collins, we've allocated you a twin room with solo occupancy in the Nova Grand.'

What were the chances of that?

Andy proceeded to try sell us trips and tours on the transfer to the hotel. I must admit being on an inflatable banana boat with this lot would be great. I'm hard again at the thought.

The coach pulls up to the front of a smart looking hotel. We get to reception, all cream coloured marble floors, downligters and potted palms.

Being letter `c' for Collins, I was given my key early on in the orthodox, slow Spanish hotel admin.

Ryan says, `oh , yous got a twin, not bad eh Chris, If my nympho here tires me out I can always bunk up with you for a night or two's rest'

Michelle says `I think you'll be safe there Chris'

I think you wouldn't get much rest.

Ryan says `sweet dreams' to me and clutches his package as I trundle my case past him and to the lifts to my room, 706.

Finally, at 3.45 AM I stripped off and slept, the aircon tempering the August heat.

Morning came, I woke up. I lay naked on the sheets, looking down at my body. Yeah, not bad' I think. I'm not fat, not a muscle bound Mary either, I'm 6'1", a broad shouldered, swimmers body, narrow waist, my long legs and meaty thighs developed through a strong breast stroke kick. My morning wood is after attention. My tan needs work, not enough working from home' time this summer after moving to a pokey flat.

Greg was the first partner I'd got far enough with to live together', at 26 maybe I was too young for him, only 6 years difference but he soon had me running around after him, his little lady' he used to called me affectionately and pat my behind.

`Nope you're not getting playtime now' I said to woody as I got up for a piss. Then thinking about Ryan my pee urge subsided.

I got out of bed, my cock pointing North and I flexed looking at my reflection in the long mirror as I assumed the position, one arm high behind my head showing my pit and biceps, my extended chest, my face turned, my long tongue licking my bicep and at the other side my arm, muscles tensed, beating off my cock, my balls slapping, my knees partially bent, my ass clenched tight, my hips rocked forward.

My reflection morphed into Ryan. I slowed down my strokes, wanting to please Ryan who stood opposite me, he copied my every move, I walked forward, our mouths met, his lips soft but cool on the glass, as I licked and breathed heavily, my forehead touching his, I looked down, exhaled sharply and my spunk splashed the glass, colliding with his. A simultaneous cum shot on our first time together.

What were the chances of that?

His spunk was running down the mirror. I knelt and licked it up, swallowing, its flavour familiar, very familiar, tasting just like mine.

I hear a sharp knock on the door, a girls voice. A key turning in the lock broke my trance,

`por favor no limpies hoy'

I called as the maid partially opened the door, then closed it quickly.

My A-level Spanish and 3 years doing languages at University and £27,000 debt paying me back yet again!

I showered and shaved, pulled on swim shorts and a polo shirt and ventured out. It was late morning and the breakfast buffet was over but they were laying out lunch, I took a salad and tuna, faffing with the oil and vinegar, making a hash of it. Why can't they have ready made salad dressing?

I looked out and the three musketeers were on loungers in the sun, pints of lager in their hands as they chatted and japed. Ryan's body laid out, his curly mop, his tanned face, green eyes and dark tan, his chest full, filling his frame, saucer shaped pecs, covered in short curly hair, groomed, his large nipples sat on 10p brown discs, his abs soft, hidden until he flexed or laughed which was often. His package visible in shadows under his blue Speedo shorts, the white piping accentuated his strong hairy thighs and legs. His cute feet, twitching his toes as he spoke.

I ate quickly, their pints were half drunk, they might not have another, I needed to get down poolside pronto. I got to my room, my semi looking good, I pulled down my shorts and swapped to speedo's, grabbed my keycard, my wrist band and draped my shirt round my neck. Casually I nipped my wrist band for a towel and sauntered by the guys to a free lounger.

`Hey it's the guy from the plane' pipes up Ryan who gets up gracefully from the lounger, his abs taut helping him rise.

`Oh hi' I said extending my arm for a shake.

`Geez, we were crammed in that close on the flight we are more like family, and he took my hand and pulled me in for a bro hug. Skin on skin this time, a light hug, his hairs tickling my smooth chest.

`Hi I'm Chris' I said

`Hi Chris Collins' he said remembering my surname from the room allocations last night. I nodded.

`I'm Ryan Short',

the guys laughed, as Ryan looked disdainfully at them

`and these two mutts are my faithful companions, Degsy and Macca'.

They both got up and we shakes and Degsy did that lad thing that I never learned so he gave me embarrassed awkward bro hug instead, Macca gives me a proper tight hug, his huge hand clapping my back.

A waiter came over at Ryan's confident beckoning and he ordered 3 more pints, `make that 4' I said, we showed him our wristbands and off he went.

We got chatting, the girls were still sleeping apparently. Ryan laughed, I'll bet Briony is, I could hear Degsy giving her one, through the thin walls this morning, made me want to give my shelle one but she was having none of it, how'd you get on Mecca, was your Kim up for it?'

`Just a BJ' he said smirking, wiping his lips on back of his hand.

`You lucky get' said Ryan adjusting his package.

We dozed, the talk had got the boys excited, as could be seen by the bulges in their shorts and they way they adjusted their poles as they turned over.

After 20 mins or so of silence, just the sound of the pool, chit chat and some kids playing, Macca gets up and turns over.

It's getting hot lads, better lotion up, especially you pale white man keemosabe' in a mock Native American voice, throwing his lotion bottle at me.

Macca was much heavier, bull like shoulders, thick pecs, leaving a bony channel to his neck, thick candytwist muscle arms, and very big hands. His belly not defined but not fat, just muscle, supported by a surprisingly large booty and thick thighs.

`You do me and I'll do you' he said as I caught the bottle,

Degsy said `you'd fucking remember if he did do ya' we all laughed.

`Language' said Ryan

I squirted the lotion in my hand and said `front or back'

Degsy said `don't you mean top or bottom?'

at that Mecca got up quickly, grabbed Degsys arm up his back and pushed him to the poolside and dropped in with him, landing on top of him with a splash. At that Ryan got up, ran and dived in, over them in an arc. I hesitated then thought fuck it' and followed with my own dive that barely broke a ripple and I came up amongst them ogling their bodies as I rose to the surface. A game of grab arse ensued and then king of the castle', with Macca throwing us off him, like Godzilla the gorilla in that old movie.

We layed back down to dry in the sun, puffing and panting.

How do you guys know each other?' I asked as I lotioned up my front and arms, tossing the bottle to Macca who did my back as he explained from primary school, then we got jobs in the trade, I'm a brickie, Gegsy is a chippy and Ryo is the short, brainy one, he's the sparky. We usually get jobs on sites together, your not a plasterer are ya?'

That got a good laugh.

Ryan says `naw he's not got the arms for a skimmer, they're all top heavy. I reckon this fellas more used to pushing a pen, am I right?'

I nodded.

`So what do you do then mate?' Said Macca as I spread lotion on his broad shoulders, rubbing it in deep like a massage, he groaned and his body softened as he relaxed under my skilful hands.

`I teach languages at Manchester Uni, I've just started after doing my MA'.

`What's one of them' asked Degsy

`More agony' I said. No one laughed.

I patted Macca, `all done',

Degsy started to make a comment then thought better of it, he just grinned.

Come on posh git' said Ryan, stopping the conversation from going flat, it's your shout' picking up his empty glass and waving at the waiter who nodded as Ryan put up four fingers to indicate four pints.

Who needs a languages degree.

We sank that one and sunned ourselves, the buzz of the beers felt good. I hadn't thought of `him' once, why should that bastard live in my head rent free.

`I need a whizz' said Macca,

he rose, I started to get up, Macca held out his hand and pulled me off the lounger. His arm muscles barely flexing as I was propelled to standing position. We walked to the white block in front of the pool house.

These were basic concrete outdoor bogs. No squirty bottles of hand lotion and fluffy towels here!

We stood at the trough urinal and Macca dropped his shorts, opening his Legs wide to stop them falling to the wet floor, `nice trick' I said as I copied. He grinned at me and looked at my dick. I looked at his bubble butt. I glanced quickly almost furtively at his package, which he held like a cigar, his palm covering the shaft as he pissed, manly. I was reminded how I held mine, like a five year old, both hands at the base, guiding out the stream. My shorts fell to the wet floor into the water, or was it piss? Macca laughed

`Rookie error'

he says and he bent down to pull them up for me, he sniffed the wetness of my shorts

`You're lucky it's only water' giving my dick a quick tug,

Shake off lad, better get back' he said as he flashed his cock at me, a nice thick sausage, tight balls. What did Gegsy mean I'd remember', has he done it to him, I wondered?

We walked into the dazzling sunshine and I needed to cool off after that weird exchange, I dived in, a perfect dive, I was thinking, how had these young lads got the upper hand, I felt like a kid in their presence? Fuck, they were so confident of their masculinity that they weren't bothered about showing cocks, feeling up and even getting boners. After the flight I wanted to nail Ryo, but now I'd be any of their bitches and take it all day long.

I rose up from the deep and shook my hair as I saw Ryan dive in over me and surface very close, close enough to kiss me, I thought he was going to as his head came closer to mine, I started to close my eyes when he yanked down my speedos and ducking me, he surfaced dived down and pulled them over my legs. Then he waved them in the air. The lads laughed and I got quite a lot of attention as I covered my assets but resorted to treading water and swimming, mooning at the audience laughing at me.

Michelle marched over with my towel and said to Ryan crossley give him them back now' he turned to me and said sorry mate' and threw them over. I pulled them up and we swam to the shallow end `fuck you're good swimmer' he said as I beat him by a mile! We stood up in the shallow, my tall frame against his shorter one and we clambered out.

The girls coaxed the boys away from more booze tempting them to burgers and fries and Michelle suggested a `siesta'. Ryan winked at me as he fondled her arse, and pushed his tongue into his cheek twice like a BJ signal. He was very willing and attentive as he lead the girls through to the buffet, wanting to earn his reward.

I dozed off in the sun, and woke up hot and sticky. I went to my room and had a shower thinking of Macca pounding my arse, the cool water running down my hot tingling skin, I moaned as my jizz shot out on the shower glass.

I dried off and slept like a king.

A sharp knock on the door woke me up. I half opened the door, naked. It was Ryan, just in his shorts, he pushed the door open, looked me up and down and smiled.

`We're in room 609, one floor down, look, I came to say sorry about earlier, pantsing you, I just got a bit carried away. Still mates?'

`Sure' I said, he relaxed and stared at me, he's so sexy, those green Irish eyes.

`Fuck you've caught it today'

he said, looking at my red skin, I turned and took my hands from my package, looking in the long mirror at the tan line above my white trunks, my cock soft after wanking off in the shower.

`Jeez look at your back'

I turned and my ass cheeks wobbled and my cock swayed, my white arse and my back a lobster pink.

Ouch! You got any after sun, if not Shelle has some?'

I nodded and walked over and brought my toilet bag, I rummaged through

`Ive brought an anti histamine for bites and sunburn.'

`Quite the boys scout, eh!'

He said picking out a tube of KY Jelly.

`That's not for sunburn' I said.

`No, but it does stop you getting sore' he said grinning at me.

I tossed him the Anthisan cream and I knelt down, he rubbed the cream gently on my red shoulders and back.

`Turn around' he said and smoothed the cream on my shoulders, tops of my arms and my pecs.

I stood up, grazing my face on his dick in his shorts, bobbing, hard.

He noticed and grabbing it, through the fabric, he shakes it.

`Fucking thing thinks he's coming out to play, again'

`Nice siesta?' I said,

Ryan said `oh yeah, Shelle takes good care of me, but this fellas always up for more, he'd like to show you how sorry he is for earlier?'

I nodded, in a trance, was this really happening?

What are the chances of that?

He pulled down and kicked off his shorts. Slipped off his trainers and there he was. 5'9", tanned, lean and muscular, filling out his frame, his cock erect, set tight against his abs. What a sight to behold.

We cuddled and kissed, his lips warmer than the mirror, softer than the glass, his tongue delving. I push him onto the bed, on his back, he likes that and shuffles up the bed. We hug and wrestle, a strength test, stags rutting, bonding. Turning each other over, judging when one of us had relaxed too much or weakened a grip, then taking them.

Hes laid on the bed, I've wrestled on top of him, his arse cheeks in my palms, I squeeze them as he flexes his glutes, soft then hard, his cock pressed into my abs, releasing precum as we made out. I slide down him taking his cock in my mouth, the smell of soap, clean boy Ryan. I slaver over his cock and then start to lick his balls, he likes that. I take one in my mouth and suck hard, then I open as wide as I can and push his other nut into my mouth, grazing them playfully on my teeth, one in each cheek, he laughs and calls me beaver as I munch away, slavering as he writhes on the bed.

My slaver is running down onto his perineum and the gateway to what's coming next.

I spit his balls out one by one and as he lift his legs, his pucker comes into view, his hairs matted in a swirl around his arsehole, shut tight.

I suck his thick pipe emerging from below his ass hole and to his balls that are now sat tight either side of the pipe, that hairy bulging tube that forms into his cock shaft. I suckle down on his perineal hose, like nibbling buttered sweetcorn, moving closer to his arse hole and then I dive in, pulling his cheeks apart with my fingers, my tongue lapping up his sticky musk.

`You dirty cunt'

he says smiling, almost purring at the sensation as I probe him, opening him up, slowly. I take the KY and squirt on my fingers, he flinches at the cold sensation and winces as I slide my finger in to the first knuckle. I pause, he relaxes and beams down at me, then my second knuckle and I get a second finger in, the boy is relaxing.

I don't think I'm the first invader, has Macca fucked them all? That thought makes my cock pulse and sends a shiver down my body.

What are the chances of that?

I move up the bed, kissing his body, his abs his nips finally his lips, my cock at his gate, sticky with precum. Shit, I should have lubed up, I pull off and quickly smear my shaft with too much KY,

`Thanks'

he whispers and pulls me down for a kiss as my cock hunts for the detent of his pucker and I push, sliding in, Ryan winces and his face turns from pain to pleasure as I bottom out.

What's now fuck me hard' in French?'

`Baise-moi fort mon ange' I say and I oblige him.

Fuck he's tight, athletic, he's rising his arse off the bed to get me deeper, his legs wrapped around me, his arms around my neck, his feet on my arse cheeks. I pull out and slap his arse and he's takes the cue and is now on his knees, like a doggy, wiggling his arse at me,

`fucking do me, posh boy' he says.

I sank in and I'm fucking him deep, long strokes, I slow right down. He's moaning as my cock sinks in, my balls swaying, bashing his cheeks like waves against breakers. A slow, regular motion.

The slapping, squelchy noises of sex, the smell of his arse, his musk, his raw essence, breathing the pheromone rich air deeply as I release, shooting, filling his hole. I pull out and finish on my chest at his side. He turns on top of me and licks up my cum.

He's hard.

`Fuck I've not got much time left, gotta be quick ' he says.

I lift my legs and he spits, coating his cock, he's in me in one go. He's fucking me like a rabbit, his arms extended like press-ups, his head down, concentrating, biting his lip as he grunts out his load in me, he collapses and laughs,

`Fuck that were fun'

he slaps my arse and runs the shower, squats and farts out my cum on the shower floor as I sit on the pan watching, letting a log go and dumping his load.

`You dirty get' he says, as he breathes my funk in deeper.

He soaps up, washes his arse and his cock, cleaning his rim, checking its spotless.

Clean boy Ryan.

Then a quick towel dry, shorts up, trainers on. As he's opening the door, `we're eating at 9, will you join us, please?

I nod.

End of part 2

More of Ryan and Chris to come.

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