Ryan's Descent

"I told you at the time it wasn’t going to last, and the money wasn’t going to be that great either “.

 Derek began to swivel his chair like a hyperactive kid. The blinds of his office mercifully kept out most of the piercing noon sunlight on this sweltering day in late May.  Ryan was inwardly grating. That bastard Derek was enjoying this. 

He was his agent, his employee, but his seeming apathy and non-committed attitude told more of an unhelpful bureaucrat than anything else. If Ryan fired him, would he be able to get another? Not a simple proposition these days. Ryan’s post boy-band solo career had at this stage been practically non-existent for a decade. More than a decade. His last solo album hailed from the world prior to the economic meltdown of 08. He had been doing intermittent gigs on talk shows, in pantomimes, on nostalgia nights in gay bars and hen parties these past 15years, and even that was drying up now. 

Ryan was not a boy. He was now a leathery 44year old, his youthful strawberry blonde crop a receding and thinning ghost of what it had been. Middle-aged spread was painfully difficult to hide. And he had a drink problem. It was a helluva long way from his chart topping days of ’98. 

Back then, most of his work consisted of little more than smiling and getting the dance steps right. He was idolised back then. And never stuck for a satisfying shag with the hottest guys. Long gone. Now he was stuck in this stuffy office with that prick Derek listening to him tell him about how crap his career was and was always likely to be while it even existed. God, he could do with a drink!

That’s exactly what he did too. Having left Derek’s office, Ryan headed down the Swan. An old trawling spot from his pre boyband days. Still, it was one of the few pubs on the scene that he could get quietly pissed in without worrying about making too much of an arse of himself. Everyone in there was an alcho. No-one gave a shit if he ended up puking in the Jax, or groping some newbie lad, or generally flushing his dignity down the toilet. It was a place to get hammered on a Tuesday afternoon when everyone else was busy in their day jobs. Nobody would bother him. And the canal bank park was just around the corner. An infamous, though largely untroubled cruising spot.

Ryan entered the Swan, sure-footed, if visibly irritable. After a few Pernod&Blacks, this stability had gone the way of the dodo. He flopped into the smoking area outback. From here the canal park was a convenient 1minuite stumble through the lanes. He leaned against the sticky outdoor table , lit a smoke, and was set to drift off into a reverie of self-pity when he spotted him; a hot young scally-type. Fresh-faced, good body, fit ass. This chav looked about 19. He had slightly middle eastern features. Nice. Just Ryan’s type in fact. And the bloke was eyeing Ryan up too. Certainly he was. Excellent, thought Ryan. I could do with a good hard fuck right now with a sexy young chav like this.

Knocking back his drink, Ryan stumbled gracelessly towards the trees. He was sure this guy was going to follow. He made his way to the low wall on the canal bank where it was still deep in the shelter of the trees. This was where the action usually took place. There was no one around. Good. Ryan would have the lad all to himself without any other old queens interfering or uninvitedly enjoying the spectacle of his aging ex-boyband cock and arse engaging with some fresh bussy. Reaching the wall, Ryan let down his jocks just enough to expose his ass and dick. With this latter cupped, ready to display, he waited for the lad.

He came. This chav knew exactly what the score was. Without making eye-contact, he headed into the bushes just opposite, but out of the line of sight from where Ryan was. Ryan’s cock was beginning to harden in anticipation. His breathing got heavier. He was aching to get that beautiful young scally ass. He stumbled into the bushes after him.

The boy wasn’t in sight. Ryan looked around in frustration. Then the voice came from behind him.

“I know who you fucking are, man” came the lads cheeky address “ you’re band broke up the year I was born. Always heard you were a fag. What’s the deal now, mate? You just some dirty old perv looking for a lads arse?”

 Ryan was briefly taken aback. He didn’t know whether his pride was stung or his dick was even more enthusiastic. He was fucking Ryan X! He had been every schoolgirl’s (and quite a few schoolboy’s ) dream. He was ....

“alright, man. I won’t make you beg. But you better listen. I want my fun too. I could get any hot fucking jock or twink, but I’m gonna play with you. You’re lucky. Now get on your knees.”

Ryan, swimming in drunkenness as he was, acquiesced. The lad came out from behind Ryan. He flashed a meaty lad-package right in Ryan’s face. Ryan was almost salivating.

“So you like this, do ye?” the chav pushed his semi-erect tool towards Ryan’s mouth, pulling it away before Ryan could get his lips around it. “ Can’t see how you get much of this these days. You’re disgusting, man! Flabby fucking old perv. Me ma used to be a fan back in the day. I wonder what she’d think seeing you an’ me now! Ha!”

Ryan didn’t bother replying. He was totally enthralled.

“i bet you like this even more” the lad turned, pulled his jocks down further revealing his deliciously pert, white young arse. He was wearing a black jock-strap. The scent of sweat wafted up Ryan’s nose. His dick seeped pre-cum.

“well you can get it, but first, get all your kit off so I can have a good look at you”

Ryan obeyed.

“Jeez, man!” mocked the chav when Ryan had finished and was now on his hands and knees stark bollock naked in front of him “hope I look better than that at your age! Fuck man. You’re a pink, smelly ol’ pig, aren’t ya? Have some of this while I make an inspection” he produced a bottle of poppers and dumped it in front of Ryan, who picking it up took a deep whiff. His head swam. He felt the excited energy swell to his cock and ass. The chav went around back and knelt at Ryan’s ass. He grabbed Ryan’s ass cheeks and shook them “ hey! Piggy’s got a blubber butt!” he scorned, humiliating Ryan’s sagging backside. Ryan unintentionally farted.

“Whoo! Stinky fucking pig!” chided the lad, as he smacked Ryan’s quivering cheeks. Ryan wailed. The lad got up and came back around front. "Just for that, your gonna get wet". 

Before Ryan could object, the lad pointed his hefty donger and let a stream of steaming, pungent piss right in Ryan’s face. Ryan coughed and spluttered. He’d never been treated like this before. Never been so humiliated. Here he was, once a pin-up for millions of adoring fans both female and male, now on his dirty hands and knees in the undergrowth of the local park cruising ground, half-cut, stinking of booze and fags, aching, dripping for a shot at the arse of this hot lad who wasn’t even born when Ryan was top of the charts. How embarrassing! And how he was actually beginning to enjoy it.

‘alright, dude. Time for dinner. Get a whiff of this”. The lad turned, spread his legs, and gripping Ryan’s head, shoved his face into his waiting boyhole. Ryan finally got what he was desperate for. With his right arm, he furiously worked away on his own dick, while with the left, he reached around and started pumping the lads, all the while slurping at this sizzlingly gorgeous young asshole. It wasn’t long before he came. The lad then turned and rained his hot man cream right down into Ryan’s face.

When it was done, the lad smiled. He gave Ryan a cheeky kiss, and told him he’d be here for him again this time next week.

Ryan panted like a dog. As he slowly picked himself up and dressed himself, two things struck him; 

Sheesh! How sweet that humiliation had been. 

And double sheesh! How lucky he was that the little fucker didn’t pack an iphone!!