Ryan Air - Part 7
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.
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Ryan Air 7
We walk from the bright floodlight street entrance and into the gloomy, black walled lobby of Club69. Our eyes adjust to the dim light and we're in a narrow corridor with steps leading down to a basement. Guys are in pairs snogging close, leant against the walls gripping arses, writhing.
`bloody hell' says Darren clutching his jewels.
We shuffle along the corridor, and down the steps to the basement. It's quite busy, the music pounding out getting louder, young guys dancing and older guys standing, looking, leering. The dancefloor is lit with a myriad of lights, bright against the sombre black walls of the rest of the room, lots of gloomy, private spaces and booths.
Fucking hell' says Wayne what the fuck is this place?'
Wayne's eyes are like saucers,
`come on Darren, I love this one'
and he pulls him to the dancefloor. They dance like kids do at a school disco, energetically.
Mark and I get the drinks. The lads come over sweating, grinning,
`it's fucking great here'
Wayne says, he gulps his vodka and coke down in one, burps and is off solo dancing in the middle of the floor, he's a great dancer, natural rhythm, great movement, very sexy.
He's getting a lot of attention.
Darren sups up and couples up with Wayne and they mirror each others moves, they know this one; bump, grind, turn, clap, turn, wave, and so on. A couple of other younger lads know the moves and join them, they are soon joined by others, the DJ segues the track to repeat as the floor is moving to the cheesy actions. We join in on the fringes, picking up the moves. The group splits into guys and chickens, it looks easy to pick up a chicken if you know the dance moves.
We make sure we get Darren and Wayne for ourselves, as the tracks change, we continue on, Wayne adapts the moves to the new beat and it's soon picked up.
The guys vests are sticky with sweat, they strip them off to wolf whistles, pushing them down into their shorts, tanned skin glistening. Others follow, a couple of older lads strip to just jocks. It's a very hot scene, I'm as hard as iron and play walking my fingers down Marks spine and around to his abs and along his shaft.
Wayne and Darren are not remotely out of breath, adrenaline pumping through their young bodies as they dance together, getting sexier and sexier with each other. Two big bouncer type guys come up to us and start talking, wanting to buy us a drink, feeling us up, it's hard to get away from them as they shield the dancefloor from our view. We eventually push through them spilling a drink. Darren and Wayne have gone!
Fuck, my stomach turns, we search around the perimeter and the row of booths with guys snogging and whatever, and find the toilets, busy in here! I check the cubicles. No sign of them.
We go back to the dancefloor and search in the other direction around the perimeter. I see a flash of white poking out from a door that we hadn't spotted, I opened the door with my fingers, theres no handle on this side, and pick up the vest, it was Darren's basketball vest - white with red and blue edging with a 17 on the back and front.
We go down the corridor, lined with doors, we quietly push on the doors, opening them an inch or so, the sounds of sex emanated as the doors opened.
We saw a bead curtain ahead with lights flickering through it and music playing we peeked through and saw Darren and Wayne on a podium, gyrating, with cash pushed into their shorts, presumably from the admiring well dressed older guys, sat smoking, leering at the boys dancing on the stage.
The greasy surfer from the Pizza place came across to us and said, `you found them then, they're having a ball, literally'
We went to get them but two bouncers held us back `Boss says you two are up next, a little old but very fit, you'd better remember a routine'.
The music stopped and a compere asked for a round of applause and bidding started at €100 and reached €500, the compère said `that's €500 each' and a fat bloke, probably a rich German tourist, peeled off five €200notes and the boys were taken away.
We struggled and the bouncers said `chill, they'll be well looked after and they'll earn plenty of money for doing what boys do'. I felt better, and knowing these two horny fuckers, they're up for anything.
`Your turn lads'.
We climbed onto the stage and Mark started his gym flex routine, I copied. We strung this out and we could see the guys getting hard, feeling their cocks through their suits. We took off our shirts, peeling up the T shirt then back down, turning to give a show of our backs and fronts, our abs crunched tight, rippling.
We repeated the flex routine shirtless, rubbing our bulges through our shorts. As the music was nearing the end we nodded as a signal and turned our backs to face the guys and wiggled our arses, showing a bit more flesh each time, lowering a little and as the music built up to the end we pulled down our shorts to our ankles and flexed our arses at them. Shucking off the shorts we twirled them high and holding the shorts over our dicks we jumped around on the final beat.
The compere gave a round of applause and bidding started; €50, 60, 100, 120 and then €200. `Each' the compère said and a guy rose and paid up. We couldn't see him and he went away as we quickly dressed and the bouncers directed us to a room off the corridor.
The guy turned and said `Hi Mark, Hi Chris, do you remember me?'
`Fuck yeah, it's The Captain'
`Small town, hey I saw two gorgeous chickens dancing earlier, are they with you?'
We nodded, `I know the guy who won the bid, and don't worry Marcus is very submissive, theyre probably shagging him right now.'
`So what do I get for €400?' He said.
`Whatever the Captain orders, as long as the boys are ok'.
The room has a large corner seating area.
Captain picks up a telephone handset and talks in Spanish quickly but I manage to catch
`look after the boys, make sure they get all of the money and make sure they wait for me when Marcus has finished with them'.
`Strip off'
said the captain waving his hand casually. We obliged. He took off his jacket and pointed at his cock.
I kneeled down and unzipped him, fishing out his cock, sucking it hard as he moaned. Mark stood and pressed against his back, kissing his nape, his hands patrolled his body, up and down his contours then he undid his belt and top button, yanking his trousers down, pushing the Captain forward, Mark kneeled down and separated the Captains cheeks and spat on his hole, jammed a finger in then took him. I felt the Captains cock harden and twitch in my mouth as he groaned. Mark slapped the Captains arse hard and rode him roughly.
`Harder, fuck me harder'
the Captain groaned as I sucked him off, Marks balls slapping his arse as Mark came in a huge push which nearly toppled me, as Captain unleashed his load into my mouth for me to gulp down. The door opened and the boys came in, surveying the scene. Captain pulled up and we got dressed quickly.
The boys come back in, disheveled, naked, soft cocks hanging, so tempting.
`What time is it?' says Darren,
`12:39' says Captain.
`Fuck, we'd better be going, my mum and Dad might be back from the flamenco thing by now?'
`Where, in Manacor?' Said Captain. They nodded.
I know the owner, the coaches leaves Manacor at 1:00 when the club closes, to give the punters more time to buy expensive drinks!' said Captain, so that gives us plenty of time to get to know these darling creatures. Why don't we have a drink and a cuddle and then get you two boys home?'
Captain orders a bottle of Cava and snacks, as we strip off and cuddle and explore each other on the sofa.
The boys do a naked dance for us, catching peanuts in their mouths as we toss them to them. Their junk, soft but getting interested, flapping. We make out with Captain sandwiched between us, he cums again and says
`Get dressed boys get dressed'. They pull on their shorts and shirts. We dress.
Captain picks up the phone and we are all given the money we earned in envelopes and we climb into a taxi. We are dropped off at the boys hotel. They say goodnight and say what a great time they had and go off to their room.
Mark and I walk back to my hotel, as he's still bunking up with his team mate.
We count the money, €200 each, `not bad we say' and fall into bed, sleepy. I wake in the night, take a leak and look at Mark, naked, the sheet pushed off him and crumpled by his side, his chest heaving slowly in and out, his beautiful cock soft, worm like, nestled in his bush, his abs soft, a delicate belly crest, punctured by a belly button, two nips adorn his broad swimmers pecs. His lats like feathered wings wrapped around him.
I creak the bed as I climb in next to him, he wakes, his eyes half open as he turns and snuggles into me, his cock chubbing up as he wiggles it into my crack, one arm slips under me and the other over me and he squeezes my chest, pulling me closer to him, kissing my nape, drooling onto me as he falls blissfully asleep.
We wake more or less at the same time, we stand close over the pan, one arm against the wall, leant over, our hard dicks pushed down and piss together. We shake and mark grabs my nuts and pulls them down sharp like a rip cord.
`What times your flight'
`22:45' I say.
There's a banging on the door. `Chris, Chris, you awake?'
It's Ryan.
I open the door and he piles in. Looks at our boners, `not interrupting am I?' and giggles.
Fuck you've got me hard now, Shelle's still asleep, I gave her a right tomming last night, three in a row, but I'm still horny, he pulls his dick in his shorts, come on lads, let's have a session before we have to pack'
He strips off his shorts and sneakers and slaps his dick in his hand, `who's taking this beauty first?'
Not today Ryan' I said remember who's the daddy?'
You are cos Macca and Degsys not here' says Ryan. The looking at Mark he says
I've not had the pleasure of this, have I?'
feeling marks long cock.
Ryan climbs up on the bed knelt on all fours
right lads, spit roast time then yous two can bring me off, before Shelle wakes up.'
Ryan's compact, muscular frame, his strong sparkys arms and muscle packed shoulders tapering down to his narrow waist and arse of pure muscle is laid out before us. I grinned at Mark who was licking his lips.
Ryan opened his mouth and pushed his arse high,
`ready' he says.
Mark stood forward and Ryan mewled as he took Marks cock into his mouth, Mark adjusting to let Ryan take him fully.
I lubed up and lined up at his arse, pummelling his cheeks, separating his globes to find his hairy arse crack and his button, ready to plough him. The precum on my end forming in beads then dripping like a spiders trail to the bed.
I spit on his arse and watch it drool down, shiny, glistening as it makes its way past the matted, musky hairs.
I push in and Ryan spits Mark out as he moans and gets used to the intrusion, he settles down, wiggling, getting comfy, as I push slowly in. Mark aligns his cock with Ryan's mouth and is ready. Mark looks at me and we mouth
`One, two, three' I say and we both start fucking Ryan, hard. Mark comes quickly making Ryan gag and splutter, cum dripping out of his mouth as he coughs and splutters, then cleaning off Marks cock.
I couldn't hold back' says Mark, `It's just so fucking hot watching you fuck him'.
I get the sensation to shoot, pulling out and volleying my cum up his back. Careful not to fill him up
I clean Ryan with a towel and he slips on his shorts, fuck, no time for my BJ from Shelle, i'll bank that for later, I'm off, i'll take the stairs, see you in the lobby for breakfast at 9:00.
He goes and Mark and I lay down recovering.
There's a light tap on the door it's Macca', and Degsy'.
We open the door and they walk in. They have on hotel robes.
Morning' they say together, Er you guys fancy a quickie before the girls wake up?'
`Is the Pope a catholic?'
says Mark and he pulls off Maccas Robe, revealing a steadily rising cock, they fall on the bed and make out, Mark is soon on all fours and is groaning at Maccas administrations.
Degsy grabs my shoulders and pulls me close to him and kisses me, I pull the cord on his robe and peel it off his shoulders, following it as it falls to the floor, my hands rubbing down his sides. I end up clutching his arse cheeks as our cocks and tongues grind.
He sniffs me, `fuck you hum, shower, now' he says, grabbing the lube.
We close the door and run the shower, I bend and Degsy smears a blob of lube up my arse and coats his shaft as the shower warms up.
I bend and lean against the wall, `good lad' says Degsy who lines up and takes me, bending his knees to get to a comfortable height. I rise slowly walking my hands up the wall as he finds his stroke, changing the angle.
`Fuck you feel great' he says.
`I nod'
panting heavily as his cock head massages my prostate inside me.
`Fuuucckkk' he bellows as he shoots in me.
We wash and I try to dump out his load, not wanting a drippy arse all day.
We hear Macca grunt into Mark. We open the bathroom door and they pile in the bathroom as we leave. They're showering and we hear Mark fart out Maccas cum.
Macca and Degsy put on their robes and sneak off. `Thanks for a great holiday, might sees you in Kirkby' says Degsy.
Mark dozes on the bed as I pack my case and make sure I have a change of clothes for the evening flight home.
Right then lover boy, you can fuck off to your hotel now. Why not bring the boys round at eleven, we can have a good swimming session'
`Or just a session?'
Says Mark grinning and adjusting his dick at the thought. He leaves.
We have the full English for breakfast, the girls as chatty as ever, griping and telling the lads off as if they were children. The lads sat whispering and grunting to each other, totally oblivious of the girl's constant chattering and mithering.
Loading up on toast and jam, pan chocolat and gallons of coffee. The perky Spanish waitresses getting the eye from the lads, much to the disdain of their girlfriends.
OK lads Shelle and me are er `going up to pack' says Ryan miming a hip thrust. Michelle rolls her eyes and giggles,
`maybe you'll be lucky'
she said and tapped his nose laughing as he lead her away, opening doors and getting the lift for her. Ryan hard in his shorts, obvious.
Come on Briony, said Degsy, we'd better get busy as well' and he grinned at her, she squeezed his hand.
Kim says, `come on you big lummox, you've got a job to do'. Macca got up quickly, moving her seat for her.
They left, the room went quiet, I was alone and felt sad.
I went up to my room, checked around and found the scrunched up cummy pair of Kingfisher blue undies at the back of a drawer. I was thinking back to that nights exploits. I stuffed them in my case. I had a last final look around, then closed the door, wheeling my case to reception.
I went outside to the pool and ordered a large beer and dozed off in the sun, now beery and full after breakfast.
I woke as I was being lifted off the lounger and deposited in the pool. Mark, Darren and Wayne dived in and splashed me. Mark and I dunked the boys as we tried to pants them, but they'd learned to tie their shorts tight.
We got out and had a couple of beers and cokes for the boys. The waiters happy working in the shade, darting out into the sun to serve us lounging Brits.
Some of the swim team came around looking for Mark,
`your pools a beauty' one said as they stripped and dived in
`who's for water polo'
and we joined them giving the guests a show, as ten hunky guys played noisily in the pool.
Ryan came to see what the noise was about dressed in a proper button up shirt and his black Nike short shorts. Michelle close at his side, cooing at him.
Hi lads' he said as he arranged a chair for Michelle in the shade and asked her if she wanted a drink, then ordered them politely. The horny lad' draining out of him every minute, him becoming a neutered, normal, married man.
Degsy and Macca came poolside and moved a couple of chairs over, ordered and sat with Briony and Kim, looking sad, looking like hitched blokes do, quiet, nothing to say.
I got out of the pool, dripping, Mark joined me, his arm over my shoulder as we wet the floor, Darren and Wayne joined us, expectant, Mark grabbed Wayne and I grabbed Darren and we threw them in the pool and had a game of grab ass. The lads now castrated, watching on lamely.
On the flight back we had different seats allocated. Ryan was sat about 20 rows ahead.
I could see him chatting up the hostess on the drinks trolley.
He walked down the plane and pressed his hand onto my shoulders as he walked past me. I got up and followed him, Degsy came up behind me and I was sandwiched. Degsy rocked forward, his thick shaft pressing against my cheeks, his arms hung over my shoulders, his palm rubbing against my nipples. Ryan was groping behind him at my dick as we fell forwards towards the toilets, queuing.
He turns and faces me, his cock shaft pressing on my thigh,
`If you ever want a proper job as a skimmer, we've got lots of work lined up for you, we'd even learn you!' Says Ryan, grinning at me, his green eyes dancing, his hands now down his shorts.
I gave him a bear hug and made to kiss him,
`gerroff'
he laughed as Degsy tickled him, reaching over me, all pressed tight together.
The toilet door opened and Ryan piled in, I heard the door click, the sound of his stream drilling into the pan, no counting to 60 this time.
I turned to look at Degsy, he was glassy eyed. We did the bloke hand shake, me confident this time.
`Thanks for a great holiday' I said to him as I gripped his nuts, he nodded and grinned, the other toilet door opened and he went in. I waited ages and finally Ryan came out
`I left you a little present' he whispered. That got the blood pumping to my cock. I went in and looked in the mirror, the reflection of my face smeared with his thick spunky white load running down. I pulled down my shorts and wanked my cock furiously as I licked up the cool glass, pushing my tongue out and to see the goo white against the pink tongue, swallowing and doing it again until the glass was clear. I looked down at my shaft, my hand gripping tight, my shaft pulsing, tipping me over. I pointed it down and heard the blast of cum tinkle on the steel pan, 5 times as my head lolled back, my hearing muffled, my breath panting, moaning loudly, my knees buckling, my mind picturing Ryan in front of me spurting his load with mine, grinning.
I ran his residual cum around my mouth, savouring his unique taste, swallowed, cleaned up and flushed away.
The speaker blared out `crew, seats for landing please'.
In the taxi home, my phone pinged, it was a text from Ryan
`if you're ever in Kirkby, give us a bell X'
That can easily be arranged I thought, as my dick twitched to life.
Maybe more to cum from Ryan and Chris?
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