Tommy a Northern Lad

Tommy, A Northern Lad-10 Naked Ambition

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Part 10 Naked Ambition

Terry looks serious and says

`Chris, after this opens, I'm gone',

`what, you mean going as in leaving the company?'

He nods and says `I reckon you need the challenge now, any good owner can mix new business and running the show'.

The news hit me like a bullet train. Oh no, I'm losing my right hand man. I thought, my Uncle Terry who'd get me out of the shit whatever I'd done or daft decisions I'd made.

`Don't be alarmed Chris'

he said as we looked inside one of the houses, chippys hanging doors and sparkies wiring sockets around us, he put his arm around me.

`Look mate we've had a great run, fuck you've paid me enough over the years, we've had a blast, truth is I'm bored and frankly jealous of you, your youth, your vision, the friendship you have, no, the love you show for Tommy and the close team you, yes you, have built. I don't want to become a bitter old bloke. I've got an idea or two myself'

he tapped his nose, then we hugged, deep and long.

As I drove back to Skipton my MBA kicked in; every change is an opportunity. I'd have the bigger farmhouse, space for an office for wanking from home and maybe we could squeeze a pool and gym in the outbuildings, three or four bedrooms, all en-suite for guests. Private walled garden with bbq area and a hot tub for naked relaxing, sunning and fun. Yeah. It made sense, less travel time in the car for Tommy. All good.

I set up a meeting with the architects to flesh out some ideas. They seem to have the ear of the national park and understood our particular 'needs'.

Tommy bullied me into having a works Christmas do saying

`you're turning into a right tight get. We're all knackered, we've working been flat out, it's about time you dipped your fucking hand in and gave the lads a treat, summat for their birds to get dressed up for, summat for them to brag about, sumwhere the local lads can meet the local lasses, blow off some steam'

I nodded 'Fuck Tommy you're always right, I do love you' and we hugged.

I asked Kyle to work on it. We'll need something big, nowt that big round here', he said my auntie went to a do at the Majestic in Harrogate, stayed over, said it were great, and she's a moaning old battle axe so it must've been good'.

He worked on numbers and cost per head, I felt fine about it, more than fine, I felt like Scrooge on Christmas morning.

I mentioned it to Tommy;

a free bar, are you mad, they'll be pissed on double Brandy and Babycham cocktails by 7,

He was half way in me, pausing not for me but for the chat, I flexed my ass and it gripped his shaft, my pulsing drawing him in,

you can cut that out' he smiled, no, make it a pay bar but subsidise normal drinks say for a quid, pints and shots only, nowt fancy, them that wants to go fancy can pay'

I pulsed my chute tight as Tommy grunted out his cum up my arse.

I discussed the party with Kyle again next day who agreed with Tommy.

`You don't want carnage'.

We got numbers in quickly and chose a Tuesday, well not chose exactly we were lucky to get the slot, some engineering firm in Bradford had gone bust and had cancelled.

Nearly everyone opted to stay over. Kyle made sure all the single fit lads and us were in rooms close to the pool and sauna. As it was on a qTuesday we gave staff the Wednesday off. We just needed cover for the farm shop and the butchers. The older curmudgeons opted for double time instead of the day off, we had enough staff to keep open.

The `do' was a roaring success. Kyle did great, he'd arranged a prize raffle, a company quiz, a guess the baby photo of staff when younger and he compered the prize giving, getting some good jokes in at peoples expense, fuelling friendky rivalry between teams and section. He even did the first set as DJ on the disco. I gave a short welcoming speech and a toast to a happy new year.

The party started with check in from 10:30am and use of the pool facilities till the drinks reception at 6:00pm and the meal at 7:00pm. Kyle asked the departments to nominate staff for outstanding service and had a dozen envelopes with a £200 store voucher to pay for their Christmas dinner.

Tommy and I went to the pool and changed into our speedos, looking a bit pale tbh, no Spanish sun this year. Tommy had been exercising in the spare room to keep fit but all the shagging, swimming and football he did kept him trim.

The younger lads were a bit nervous around `bosses' getting undressed. I winked at Tommy who goosed Kyle, who goosed Tim etc. till it was a full on game of grab ass and pull cock. That set the tone and everyone relaxed.

We pushed our semi hard and not so semi dicks into bathing suits and went poolside for some fun. We split into two teams, trunks versus shorts and played `water polo' with a kids small football we found. What a sight these fit apprentice butchers were, I kept getting hard throughout. The match ended with a mammoth dunking seesion until the lifeguard pipped his whistle, then it was racing. it wasnt fair really as Kyle whopped everyone bar Tommy who won the freestyle 10 lenghther.

We tired and swam a bit then some of the lads went to the steam room with Tommy, their boss.

I hung around with Kyle, we chatted away and he told me about liking his work, the team, about how he feels safe.

There was an awkward pause, I looked him in the eyes and said

`You know that Tommy and I think a lot about you don't you?'

He blushed `I don't know why you do?' he said

`I do' I said staring at his crotch.

I'd never been so direct before, I was foolish, stupid, I instantly regretted saying that.

He looked at me, sensed my consternation and my embarrassment.

He dismissed my comment saying

`oh that!, big cocks are 10 a penny around here'

and spotting Tommy walking towards me dripping wet Kyle shouts across

in't that right Tommy, big cocks are 10 a penny round `ere',

Tommy looked around to see if anyone had heard, as Kyle had been a bit loud, and replied

`well Kyle, there's big, bigger and then there's yours'.

Tommy leant forward and gripped at the outline of his cock in his swim shorts, I looked agog as it rose and grew sideways to poke over the edge of his thigh,

`thanks boss'

he said got up and did a perfect dive into the pool, his cock making a splash as it entered the pool.

`What the fuck was all that about Chris? It looked like you propositioned the lad from what I heard.'

`Yeah I was stupid',

`you can say that again dumbass, in't this enough for you?'

as he grabbed his shaft under his speedos?

`always and forever' I said.

Alan rubs up to us and says quietly

`fuck me rigid, you seen size of Kyle's boner, fuck I nearly fainted!'

Then he says `what?'

We laugh and all dive in looking for Kyle to spy on him, childish I know but fun. We saw him go into the male steam room. Alan winked and went in casually removed his speedos and sat naked opposite Kyle.

Oh is it trunks off in ere?' Kyle asked Alan,

`yes, best to get your tackle comfy and warm in these places, sweat it out',

`dunnow, if I dare' he said,

`well we all got one kiddo' said Alan

`and it is all boys here'

then looked down at his feet avoiding looking at Kyle. I walked in and took off my speedos and sat next to Alan

`ey up Alan' I said,

`not yet' he said looking at his soft dick, that got a laugh off Kyle who said

`ah fuck it'

Kyle stood up and dropped his swim shorts, we both looked up at him then at each other and said

`fuck me'.

Kyle blushed and Tommy walked in breaking the mood, dropped his shorts, slapped his dick in his palm and said casually

`hi Kyle, how's it hanging',

`ah you know, same as ever 50/50 soft'n'ard'.

Good reply I thought.

Fuck I'm horny' says Tommy Shall we?'

I nodded, Tommy looked around and went down on my cock,

Alan looked at Kyle who nodded slightly and got up and stood in front of Alan who beamed up at Kyle saying

`I'll do my best'.

He took hold of Kyles dick and swallowed most of it, then pulling the steam cord with his other hand, blasted the small room with heavy hot steam

`you bastard'

I shouted as Tommy brought me off, the heat searing my nostrils as I gasped for air.

`Come on', said Alan,

`let me get Dave out of the pool and the clutches of Fiona and it's back to ours for a bit of room service till tonight'.

Tommy said to Kyle, `you do know about us don't you',

`yeah, of course, everyone knows',

`does it bother you? I said,

`no, not at all, I think, well I don't know but I might be you know, the same as well',

Alan said well that's no one's business but you're own, no one's forcing you to do owt you don't want to',

`oh but I do want to' Kyle said looking straight at me,

`that's if Tommy dunt mind',

`I think we'll end up evens' says Tommy.

I open my arms, Kyle runs over to me,

`let's get this party started',

we get decent and walk to Alan's room.

Kyle pulls down his swim trunks,

`Merry Christmas boss'

says Kyle as he holds his now rock hard cock to my open mouth. I lick, getting him wet, tasting his salty precum, squeezing a drop up his long, thick shaft, his undervein an inch wide, engorged and spongy hard, his foreskin peels back on its own and a bead of precum forms on his piss slit, gets bigger then breaks as my tongue laps it up.

Tommy stands and watches, walks over to Kyle and puts his cock to Kyles lips, Kyle groans and sucks Tommy off. It's not long until Kyle shoots, filling my mouth with his nectar. Alan and Dave break off to watch, Kyle is still hard, swallowing Tommys load. Kyle wipes his mouth with the back of his hand

`Now what's next' Kyle says.

`You got another present for me?'

I turn on all fours, wiggling my arse at him, he gets the message, Kyle looks at Tommy who nods. Tommy motions for Kyle to come over and Tommy sucks Kyle cock, lubricating it then tosses him the lube, `better get Chris prepared' said Tommy. Kyle looked quizzical,

Alan said `it's not like watching a porno Kyle, you gotta be considerate and get your guy ready for you, fuck me, with that monster you'd be done for manslaughter if you didn't',

`Yeah but what a way to go'

laughs Tommy then adds

`let's do him together, footie team rules, ok'.

Kyle nods. I wiggle my ass again,

look n learn lad'

Tommy says as he kneels at my arse, parts my cheeks and licks up my arse crack slowly, I groan looking over to Kyle as if it's a corny porno.

Kyle says `what's it feel like?'

Tommy pulls his face out of my arse, I feel the cool draught on my hole

`have a go'

I feel my cheeks part and Kyles warm nose is buried in my arse, he's a quick learner and his rough cats tongue is sliding over my arse hole, he's spitting saliva in as he runs up and down, I push back opening up more,

Tommy says `look Kyle, Chris likes it, he's getting relaxed, now, push your finger in, slowly',

I groan,

`deeper mate, now pull out your finger slowly and now lube it up and push back in, now feel for a bump, like an almond shape',

I groan

`I think you've found it' laughs Tommy,

`that's Chris's love button, his prostate, when you fuck him try to get your dick to run over that spot, now pull out, I think it's time' says Tommy.

`Now I'm gonna fuck him first, get him used to my size before you invade him, by the way Kyle just how big is that thing?

Dave says `well I'm 9" hard, let's measure against mine',

they prod cocks together, there's a 2" gap between Dave's cock and Kyles abs,

`fuck that must be 11"'

says Dave, he wraps his hand around his own,

`look my finger and thumb touches, on Kyle there's a big gap, you lucky fucker'

says Dave and slaps his arse playfully.

Tommy is at my gate and he pushes slowly in, I moan

`See Kyle, let him rest a while, when he says ok or whatever then you can push forward'

Tommys shaft disappears up my ass

`cool'

says Kyle playing with his lubed up cock. Tommy slaps my arse,

`ready for a big boy?',

I nod. Kyle lines up and starts to push, fuck he's an eager bunny, his head is in before I can say anything, Tommy giggles

`well that's one way, slow down tiger',

`he feels amazing' says Kyle

I nod and say `go on Kyle, do your worst',

then I moan and push back, easing in him, he's straight over my prostate, I moan,

`he's the gift that keeps giving' says Alan.

I feel his pubes on my cheeks and a searing pain as he pulls almost all back out then slams back in,

oh yeah' Kyle says this is fucking ace'.

Tommy laughs, I moan and he's riding me like a stallion, he's certainly got staying power, his breathing gets faster, he's just breathing in now, filling up his lungs to a crescendo, he stops dead still, like he's a still frame for a millisecond then shouts out `oh fuck', one leg starts to shake like a dog scratching and he pumps out his load into me, volley after volley, I clench my arse tight and he moans louder, still pumping away cumming, it's running on to the floor as he continues to pound my arse, Tommy grabs his towel under me to catch the pool.

`Fuck that's better than wanking' Kyle says.

I've not shot yet, I'm building up a good load.

`Now every good turn deserves another' Tommy said.

Kyle looks a bit shocked, I smile.

Tommy says who'd you rather have?'

Dave, Alan, Tommy and me line up, all hard. I'm the shortest and thinnest.

`The boss' he say's

`An excellent choice Sir' says Tommy, 'I can vouch for that personally'.

Kyle says `does it hurt?',

Tommy says `yes, but the pleasure soon overrides the er discomfort, let Uncle Tommy be your guide'.

Tommy turns Kyle on all fours, pushes his nose in and licks his arse out, Kyle is giggling, Tommy lubes his ass up real good.

I push in my finger, deeper, he's more relaxed than I thought,

`you been practicing?' I say

`Yeah, with a hairbrush handle',

`Well stop that, you can tear your rectum, not good. Anyway with Uncle Tommy and half the footie team at you, you can give the brush back to your sister'

I swap my finger for my cock and push on in,

`fuck you feel good, so tight' I say.

`Fuck you hurt' he said,

`just relax, I'm going nowhere'

Tommy took his mind off by kissing him, deeply, the lads eyes were wide. Then Dave and Alan started to stand up and fuck in front of him, so Kyle could see and smell Dave's cock ramming Alan right in front of him, close up.

`Go for it'

Kyle said #and I slowly fucked his tight arse, his soft dick swung like a pendulum. Then it gradually stiffened as he started to enjoy the sensations.

Tommy got under him and sucked his cock, Kyle mewled, then quickly shot into Tommys mouth, his arse muscles clenched tight around the invader and in next push forward my glans scraped down the velvet tube and shot it's heavy load up Kyles arse.

We came down from the high, still engaged I flexed my dick and whispered

thanks, you'll always remember your first time', yeah he said Martin Johnson, scout trip'. # We laughed at the cheek of him.

`Right young man, Uncle Tommy doesn't mind sloppy seconds, get your arse over here and lay on the bed, swing your legs high on my shoulders.'

The sight of these two footie mates going for it was sensational, watching my Tommy cum is always a joy.

Kyle fucked Alan next, then the return favour and then Dave's willing arse took a beating.

We snoozed, with me and Tommy either side of Kyle in one bed, listening to Dave and Alan fucking each other in the next bed.

We woke it was 5:30pm. `Fuck, we gotta get dressed and ready for the reception', we dashed to our rooms and changed.

Discussing Kyles whopper as we showered kept us hard, we got our smart gear on and Tommy and I welcomed our guests into the ballroom like a bride and groom, glowing.

Kyle introduced peoples names, as we shook their hands, had a joke or bit of small talk. Fuck how did he remember so many people, a bright sexy lad, one to nurture.

That evening certainly broke the ice and Kyle joined me Tommy, Alan and Dave for fun after work most Fridays, if they had a game on the Saturday he'd stay over and Tommy would drive him to footie.

Kyle was a fast learner and becoming less `wham bam thank-you, man' and more considerate. Tommy said he needed a partner and 3 couples is always nicer. We put Alan on the case, someone who's not frightened by his schlong but not (yet?) a cock whore.

Over the next few weeks I drip fed to Tommy that the cottage was getting cramped, not big enough for wanking from home' and too small to give overnight guests privacy, also Tommy had to drive each way to the lamb abattoir and butchery. One night I said we work damned hard we deserve more.'

`Yeah the number 2 fucking butcher deserves much more',

and with that he grabbed the pillow and raised his butt,

`much more from my tight ass stingy boss who keeps me as his sex slave in a grubby cottage'

boy did we have fun that night, my sex slave gave me new thrills.

I came home with a sheaf of designs, plans and roughly costed ideas for the new farmhouse from the architects. We sat down naked on the sheepskin rug, in the January cold, the wood burner belting out heat. We looked at the notions and selected a layout we liked. It would mean extending the farmhouse with a double roof, doubling the size, which the architects explained was common on this type of traditional building and this would give us space for a gym and pool house on one single story wing and an office above a stables cum garage below on the other, fitting the vernacular perfectly for a large well to do farm.

We asked the architects to go ahead and work up the drawings to a proposal for Local Authority and the National Park. Don't scrimp on finishes I added, if you can tell it's an extension we don't want it.

Terry had his leaving do for the team in a swanky restaurant in Leeds. We were sad but also envigorated.

I drew up a mini top team reorganisation and discussed it with Sally and Maggie.

Chris - MD Sally - FD Maggie HR Kyle - New Business opportunities Tommy - no. 1 butcher Dave - no.2 butcher pork products Alan - no.2 butcher lamb products Barry - he'd decided to move on with Terry

Vacancies: Director of produce All other roles remain.

I wanted to wait on the farmhouse until the staff changes were announced. I felt uneasy.

Barry going with Terry has unnerved me. Terry had the keys to my secret locker, my plans and ambitions, Barry had built the stores and had secrets of how we kept up quality at a reasonable prices.

I had a meeting with Kyle and asked him to register every variation of farm shop, Moorcock, Moorhen, as many as he could think of no matter how off the wall, to register the designs, colours, fonts as trademarks, and to do it quickly. He appointed top shot legals in Leeds to tie everything down, the branding consultants were told by lawyers to wipe their drives of artwork from sample ideas right through to chosen designs.

Sure enough we got wind of a deal with a current garden centre chain to open farm shops at all their sites, using space in the cafe and trolley style outlets dotted around. The brand was Yorkshire Fayre. One we'd not thought of.

We had a great opening weekend at Moorcroft Village, lots of publicity on nationals, a piece on Look North and following the sucess if Bingley Show we made an announcement that we were lead sponsors at Great Yorkshire Show for next 10 years.

Sally said takings were through the roof, Tommy had a second shift going on butchery and lamb pork, beef and the famous pies were flying out of the door.

The M&S deal was struck. The swanky Leeds lawyers said they'd sourced the owner of Yorkshire Fayre brand to a cafe in Huddersfield and they were interested in selling the title to us.

We bought the title. As owners we could screw up Terrys deal, throw a spanner in the works. Pinsents duly challenged the Garden Centre chain who pulled out of the deal. Kyle approached the garden centre with an offer to buy the cafe part of their business and that as we refurbished each care we would rebrand with the Moorcock Village theme.

Terry got more cock than he bargained for. His deal was backed by private equity who pulled out at the sniff of litigation, he was sunk.

The architects were out to tender on the farmhouse. The chosen design placed the pool house on the slight incline leading away from the house so meant the digging was much less for the pools `deep end' and the plant and not as costly. The environmental design put in a massive ground source heat pump to reduce electric heating of the pool and solar panels on south and west roofs that were hidden from the main entrance routes and the road. These were connected to the battery storage packs in the plant room for the pool and air source and ground heat pumps. The architects specified dry lining with 50mm insulation on all the exterior walls. We specified high noise insulation for bedrooms and bathrooms along with new flooring and an intermediate floor to reduce noise and level the floors. I said I didnt want to hear a lavatory flush during the night.

The builders were selected, A firm in Keighley which was a nice local link. It was design and build to keep changes to a minimum. Off we went again. The company financed this directly from profits so no need for family trust to be involved. In fact the company was paying down debt regularly which pleased my FA, and minimised risk allowing that money to be spread around other projectsxand securities.

The garden centres loved the idea of a total refurb of their tired catering and meant we could extend the farm shop idea, probably using the stalls idea from Terry. They drew up a schedule of centres to refurbish and we'd tackle these over next two years, one a month. Kyle was to lead this up along with Sally giving financial oversight.

Barry came begging for his job back, he explained he genuinely wanted to retire and that Terry had made contracting sound such fun he said he'd give it a go. But soon realised it was just a dream Terry had with no money of his own. Now he was bored at home.

I needed someone to head Food Production and maybe a volume cook chill operation to get meals into the cafes and extend the staid afternoon teas menu.

I chewed it over with Kyle, he said he liked Barry and that he was very very thorough and he'd be an asset. Tommy turned over to Kyle and said, what you've seen his assets? Even in the dim light of a Friday night bunk up, I could see Kyle blush. `I said it's not Barrys assets I'm after, it's your big asset Kyle, come on Tommy let's do him.'

I hugged Kyle tightly, his back to my chest, my hard cock in his crack. Kyle, spooned into Tommy, wriggling till his monster was at Tommys hole, then Tommy pushed back taking Kyle in deep, my turn now to push into Kyles tight tube. Kyle groaned as he push and pulled us, me in him and him in Tommy.

After he'd shot into Tommy and I'd spunked in Kyle we rested briefly until Kyle had hardened again, and then we pulled out and turned over, to face the other way. Kyle was pushing at my gate, breathing on my nape, I took Kyles monster slowly up my chute. Tommy had a hand on Kyles shoulder and fucked Kyle hard and simple as Kyle fucked me. Tommy came up Kyles chute then Kyle spunked into me. Kyle slowly retracted and Tommy still hard then fucked me as I sucked and wanked out a beautiful load from Kyle. We dozed in bliss. In the early hours I woke to find Kyle under the blankets blowing Tommy who was fast asleep snoring on his back. Kyle sucked Tommy off who then pushed Kyles head out of the way , turned on his side and slept. `That's stopped him fucking snoring' said Kyle, we spooned and fell asleep.

Saturday morning Kyle was up and downstairs rustling up breakfast. Now alone in our bed me and Tommy had a twosome, a loving, simple 'I'll fuck you then you fuck me' session. I screamed out as Tommy dumped in me, just as a naked Kyle, his 9" flapping by his thighs came in carrying a tea tray with toast and eggs.

`You've no fucking bacon, for a pork farmer that's a poor show'.

He put the tray down and we had a naked pillow fight and great strength test wrassle on the bed. Tommy pinned Kyle to the bed, lifted his legs to his shoulders and rammed home hard. I fed Kyle my cock and leant over to do a sort of 69 on Kyles monster as Tommy fucked him raw, as Kyle came Tommy did too, I sat up and kissed a mouthful of Kyles fresh cum into Tommys mouth as Kyle continued to spurt over all three of us, I slipped out of Kyles mouth and after two strokes shot my load over Kyles face and hair.

We crawled to the shower a stinky, sticky mess. It's a bit cramped for sex in the shower but we managed. It was time to head out. Tommy had clean kit for once as we ambled off to footie practice and the expectation of seeing 22 young naked lads showering after, got me hard just thinking about it as I drove, `hands on the fucking wheel not your cock' shouted Tommy as I almost clipped a kerb.

The clank of studs, the smell of deep heat, the sight of a full locker-room of lads stripping down and chatting never lost its appeal. I fannied about at half time giving the goalie, Liam, a leg massage and the striker a lower back rub, two quick calf rubs for Jess and Amos and half time was over. I sat and watched their arses, and their cocks flapping about for another 45 minutes. Then full time whistle blew. Today we won.

Tommy ran in and hugged me, his jock strap bulging under his now dirty shorts, he whipped off his shorts and Kyle pantsed me and the three of us jogged up and down twirling our shorts, hard in our jocks straps, other lads leapt up on to us and joined us, the scrum collapsed on the floor in a heap of lads and jocks, we got up and Liam started a conga around the benches then through the showers and out soaking wet, then back in. On the way through the away team end a few of their lads joined us. Someone squirted body wash on us as we paraded through and we rubbed it in to each other, popping boners as fit lads like us do.

Jocks were whipped off in a heap and we shared a horny scrub down in the showers. The losers joining in with us. Lads having horny fun.

I went to get the coolers and the 2 x 24 cans of skol out and we supped the lot singing a rather crude rugby song that's in most lads DNA apparently. Kyle and Tommy made out in their damp shorts and wet jockstraps on the back seat as I drove them back.

Kyles monster came in useful that afternoon as both Kyle and Tommy were now in full lad mode, stark bollock naked watching Sky Sports, beers in hand, me in slave mode, on all fours on the sheepskin rug, being fucked until they backed off and pulled out, then was mounted again by the other and so on, a fucking glorious afternoon. Alan turned up and was soon naked and on the floor as we made it a foursome, Kyle and Tommy fucking Alan and I as they watched Man City beat Liverpool 3-0, only swapping arses when someone scored or a card was issued. I must've shot a bucket full.

Sunday was mums day, Tommys mum came for lunch and chatted about Tommys cousin and their new baby non stop, still if Tommys happy , then I'm happy. It does make me a little sad being an orphan, what will our legacy be, I've got to work on that.

Tune in for Part 11 for what happens next, do you sense the story is building?

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