Ryan Air - Part 4
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?
Pretty high as it turned out.
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Ryan Air 4
I dozed off after Ryan left in the dawn light.
I heard pounding on the door
You need to get up', shouted Degsy, Maccas splashed out and booked us a boat ride for half ten, get your skates on, it'll be ace' he shouted as he left.
I have a quick shower, soaping all over and I am in the lobby for 10.
It's Macca and Ryan, Me and Degsy. We get to the jetty and find the boat. There's a group of 16 lads and us 4.
Macca said he got a good deal as the guy wanted to fill the boat up, so a 2 for 1! Great, my wallet needs all the help it can get.
The lads are all fit fuckers, lean and either tall or short. Abs a plenty and lots of shoulder hugging and holding, japing and calling out names. They're mostly shirtless and wearing navy swim shorts. Their sports bags say University of Sussex Diving Team'. I look around for a coach or grown-up', nope they've been let off the hook.
What are the chances of that?
The Captain explains that we are sailing up the coast to a wreck off a bay where we can swim and snorkel. After a couple of hours in the water we have lunch on board to head back with drinks and a DJ for the return journey.
We sit in the sun, chatting, looking at the view, me the 16 lads, others at the coastline changing slowly as the boat speeds up the coast, away from Palma.
One by one the lads strip off their shorts to skinny speedos Their beautiful swimmers bodies, lean and strong, as we all top up our tans in the Spanish sunshine.
The boat pulls in to a bay and we try on snorkels and flippers, we use the slide at the back of the boat to deposit us in the sea. I'm loving the water, and the underwater views of the fit swim team guys in speedos, oh and some fish, silver with black spots.
The snorkelling looses its appeal, we regroup on the boat and split into a speedos versus shorts teams for a `water polo' game. Big Macca is our goalie, he's not fast in the water but a good stopper, his huge hands and broad frame helping.
We're all getting knackered. No ones keeping score anymore. Degsy swims over to me and dunks me, the swim lads joined in, this turned into a pantsing game, what a view of beautiful, tan lined, pale bubble butts and the lads soft tackle bobbing about as the 20 of us thrash about naked in the clear water.
We clamber on the boat and deposit our costumes and we slide down into the ocean, a mass of bodies holding on to each other breaking up as we hit the water, followed by the naked speedo lads, joining in. More fun, hugging and swimming, no one shy of physical contact, or their chubbed up cocks.
We swam to the cove and lay on the sand getting our breaths back, the sun beating down on us, soon drying us off.
After maybe an hour, we hear the boat claxon sound and we have a race back, they've some fast guys, I could've beaten them 8 years ago but now am in the middle of the pack.
The lads cheer as Macca and Degsy finish last and haul their bodies up the steps. The Captain says `tuck in lads the buffet and the bar is open, don't bother with your suits just yet, I'll tell you when to cover up.'
Half of the team queue for beers and half eat the buffet, then swap. Well organised bunch.
Lots of beer gets consumed and it turns into a who's the daddy' show. Macca is our daddy and he shouts I am the daddy' and waves his cock. Then someone shouts, Mark, get your hose over here' and this first year lad gets up blushing and stands at the side of Macca, it's too close to call, then Degsy stands up, he's defo shorter but is supporting the lads, a couple of lads get up and pull their foreskin down, making theirs look longer gotta be meat not skin' says Macca, the lads laugh. Degsy is getting a boner, blushing red, his boner is highly infectious and soon we all have hard ons.
Right lads', says Ryan, let's have a parade and we'll judge, how about longest cock, cutest arse, `er', he pauses
most fuckable arse' shouts a lad and another voice most suckable cock.'
One of the crew gave Ryan the microphone.
`Right, first up, the longest cock' says Ryan over the boats PA as they sailed by the coastline, all naked on deck. The contenders pumped up hard and paraded.
`joint winners Macca and Mark'
`Next up, the cutest arse'
I was pushed forward by Ryan, and three other guys were `nominated' by their mates.
We had a show of hands and Pete, a cute third year won that and asked for `world peace' in his acceptance speech, bowing and showing his hairless pink pucker to the lads.
`The arse you'd like to fuck'
that got a cheer from the swimmer lads as they grabbed Macca and pushed him forward, then Ryan was shoved and me. Ryan asked for more contenders and no one pushed their mates forward. The show of hands voted for Ryan who gave a speech thanking his mum and dad and gave his hotel room number and to form a queue.
`Category four, most suckable cock, now all line up please, this is the Captains Cup prize of a bottle of finest Mahon beer'
a huge cheer went up. The captain entered into the sprit in his white uniform and donning his cap. He picked up his chart ruler and walked down the rank, measuring the dicks with his ruler and shouting out the sizes, he got to the end and walked back up the line, gripping each cock and giving it a little pump. He got to the end and stood back.
Then tapped Macca on the shoulder. The lads dived on him in a pile of naked bodies, arses and cocks.
The captain sounded the claxon to get dressed as there were more boats about.
We pulled in to the harbour and swim team said to meet in their hotel at 9 for some drinks.
The lads had to be back for their girls after the last evenings late night antics.
I hung around the boat watching the fit lads get their stuff together when felt an arm on my shoulder and turned to see a beautiful smile and piercing grey blue eyes atop a lean broad shouldered guy say `I definitely voted for your arse'.
I felt his hand cup my cheek and squeeze. `Its Mark by the way,'
`Chris' I replied
Wanna show a sailor a good time?' Mark says, those eyes twinkling. Coach gave us the day off'
`What about the night?' I said feeling his groin and not being disappointed.
`Let's see what develops'
`Sure, I know just the place to test a few theories'
We walked back to the hotel and into my room.
It was bombsite, the bed a streaky mess of spunk and spilt rum. Towels, cum rags and lads clothes strewn around the room and taking centre stage the well used kingfisher blue Andrew Christian kegs, spunky and crusty.
`Fuck, someone had a good time last night' he laughed.
I straightened the sheets, piled the dirty towels into the bath, folded the guys clothes and turned to see Mark, naked, erect, wearing just the kingfisher blue AC undies.
`You look overdressed' he said as he opened his arms and we hugged, then he pulled off my polo shirt and kneeling, freed my cock from the confines of my shorts, but not before kissing and sucking at the wet patch making my cock twitch as he suckled my hard shaft through the material.
My cock bounced into his face and swung up to my abs as I prised off my trainers and shucked off the shorts, standing naked, proud, heartbeat pounding with anticipation.
I knelt and undid the poppers, his hairless shaft poking through the hole, I eaked out a bead of precum onto my tongue and buried my nose into his groin, sniffing his musk and the combined smell of the lads, a sweet smell, as my hands found the flaps and my palms engulfed his warm soft arse cheeks, separating his globes and delving into his warm crack as his shaft, pressed into my face, felt hot, pulsing, alive.
Mark stood as I pulled the AC undies off him, he was the same height as me, but with longer legs, his arse was higher, his balls higher, pressing on my pubes, but out cock ends are still the same height, touching, pulsing together, my cock being 2" longer, catching him up. His shorter frame compressed his abs, our pecs and nips at same height, noses touching, lips parting for a kiss.
I could feel my precum spewing out, his thumb smearing it over as we kissed deeply and passionately, his lips so soft, his tongue so hard, his bristles scraping my face, his hand tracing down our cocks till his stops and then down mine further to cup my balls, then back up.
I pushed him down into the bed, we writhed and hugged as we kissed, then a strength test, he knew some quick fire wrestling moves that had me pinned, naked, submissive, his stronger, fitter, younger frame able to take me, and he did. He flipped me over, my arse lifted and pressed back as he pushed his nose into my arse, licking under my balls, blowing raspberries in my crack as he nuzzles in deeper, stickier, slippier now as his tongue, tip arrowed attacked my hole, now a finger inserted, my cock leaps, fattening up as the shock travels from my ass hole to my cock tip. He pulls out and spies the creased up tube of KY and manages to squeeze a blob out and smears his cock head and my hole, his finger sliding in and again that pulse of current up my shaft, my face pressing into the pillow.
He's at my gate, waiting patiently, his breathing slowing, his hot breath on my nape as he leans forwards and sinks into me, his weight mostly on his arms, we are coupled, him deep in me as I exhale, he increases his weight on my back, oh I'm so warm, engulfed in his body as he kisses me then rocking his arse and adjusting his weight on me he finds a rhythm, so close, so heavy and he moans and moans at the sensations my velvet chute is imparting on his cock rim, he tenses and we are frozen in time, the peak lasts for eternity but in reality the clock starts ticking and he nuts out his load deep in my arse. His weight is on me, my cock trapped in the pillow, my head to one side able to breathe, fuck, he's fallen asleep, his light snoring, so sexy, but I need a piss.
I put my palms on the bed and hump my arse up, fuck he's still rock hard, he snuffles and wakes up and sensing his dick he starts pounding now, slick on his cum, his recovered cock in for a good time as he takes all of his weight off me and is fucking me hard, his balls slapping. He stops, pulls out, I turn over on my back, his cock stiff, red, skin pulled back. I swing my legs high, and he grabs them , opens me wider, pulling me down the bed as he lines up, pushing my legs back into my body, folding me in half and pierced me, rocking away in fast bursts then slowing down then fast bursts like gunfire from a machine gun.
He's only breathing in now, gasping for air, breath upon breath as he pulls out and shoots his cum over me, wave after wave, plume after plume spraying over my chest and face. He's pulsing out dust now, his cock like a dying fish on a stone as he lies beside me, his breathing slowing, his body bathed in sweat, beads running down his face. He turns and kisses me lightly, so gently and caresses my body, swirling his cum and sweat in circles on my pecs, brushing a nipple then kissing lower to my cock, spewing precum, ready for action. He swallows me whole, his lips grinding in my pubes. Then pulls off and grips my shaft, examining it, blowing on the rim, tracing his cock from the rim to the slit and then delving into the rim, pushing the bunched foreskin out of the way, tightening the skin by pulling down on the shaft, distending the shape of the crown, I moan
`You ready?' I say.
He swings his long legs up. I smear my copious precum and spit over my head and feel electricity as my cock tip touches his winking, willing pucker, he flexes deep within and his hole grips my tip and pulls me in as I sink down into his warm depths, my cock rim pushing past his hard ring and now grazing on his soft tissue as it descends, deeper until it can go no further. I look into his eyes, sparkling, glassy, as he blinks and adjusts his ass as we pause, my cock pulsing faster than my heartbeat, spewing out the pre cursor to the main event. My nuts tight against his arse.
He nods and I retract fully, watching my cock bounce, watching his hole close up slowly, then again I'm pushing in, then pulling all the way out.
I grip his cock, fondle his nuts and stare at his hairless boy cunt, twitching for me then plough on in again, to the hilt and start my pounding, my balls slapping, Mark rises up and pulls me closer, his arms around my neck, his thighs tighten around my body and his feet pound my ass cheeks. He falls back and beats his cock, wanking violently as he arches a little and spunks out a plume of cum. His arse retracts and I cum, pulling out of him, my cock, cummy, slimy, wet, spewing spunk over his deflating cock and abs as I collapse on top of him, our sweaty, wet bodies writhing in the slippy hot cum sandwiched between us.
We laugh together,
`Fuck Mark says, I'm deffo staying the night!' I nod and we kiss haphazardly, teeth clashing.
`I need a piss so badly' I say as we both get up off the bed
`And a shower', I say after running my finger up his arse crack and sniffing my finger.
We run the shower and stand facing each other, foreheads touching, holding our cocks and both piss out a stream onto each others package, watching the lemon mingle with the clear and run away, breathing that smell of sugar puffs, as the piss is washed away. The water is warm enough now and we cuddle and finish our pisses hugging.
I hear the bedroom door open and chatter of maids, then after a few minutes they must've heard the shower running and left.
We opened the bedroom door and the bed had been changed and a pile of clean towels were on the bed.
`Come on, I fancy a swim and working on my tan' said Mark. We pull on shorts and squeeze into trainers and spend a few minutes rubbing sun lotion into our shoulders, chests and backs, a little sun sore from the boat trip.
We grab two loungers and share a beer on my tag, sunning ourselves, drifting off, my arse hole telling its own story, sore and puffy, deep in my dark moist crack.
I look across at Mark, he grins and winks at me then relaxes as the Spanish sun beats down on us. Our cocks satisfied and spent.
Two more days left and then back to reality.
End of part 4
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