Tommy, A Northern Lad-7 getting in deeper
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Part 7- getting in deeper
I spent 4 weeks working in the butchers shop and had turned things around, productivity had doubled, we'd a lot more pies to shift every day, the new shop layout was a success. We started selling the pies in the farm shop in packs of four. That moved the excess. We cross sold the lamb from the farm as well, shifting more and more as people got to see what we had to offer.
The ladies preferred the old pastry mixer than the new one on demo. I said so long as the pastry making wasn't a bottleneck then I'd send it back. That saved a few grand and everyone was happy.
We entered every pie contest we could, this generated lots of photo opportunities for handsome, hung, Alan grinning out from the front page of the Yorkshire Post with his latest award. I had a word with Terry about converting the old pig farm outbuildings to workers cottages that we could rent back to them, house prices were prohibiting social mobility with lads having to move to Keighley to afford to rent or buy.
Planning at the local council were very taken with the idea and said they'd be in favour if we put in an application. This was big money, Terry got the architect to draw up a plan for 12 cottages in an L shape around where an old asbestos roofed barn was now, it looked like it would improved the farm visually and add to its value.
I spoke with the FA and ran the figures past him, he said it was a shrewd move, but advised to see if I could get a time limit on the `locals only' rule.
It took 3 months for planning to approve and another 6 months before they were built and we then had twelve very happy families as neighbours.
Another splash in the Yorkshire Post with a front page photo of Alan (and Dave as it turned out) taking possession of the first house. Lucky Dave I thought.
The Kiwi's were great fun and a real godsend at the farm. We went up a couple of weekends and rekindled our sex lives, the bunk house was great for that and all the lads were up for a different arse to shag or cock to suck. We took Alan and Dave up one weekend. Dave was, I'd say a few years older than me, maybe 10 more than Alan. He was pretty fit, lithe sort of bloke, about 6', I'd seen him shirtless once changing and liked what I saw but never saw him naked.
I could tell Dave was nervous when we got there. The kiwis gave a huge cheer as Tommy and Alan walked in `fresh meat!' they shouted.
Look Chris, said Dave, taking me to one side, I'll be honest with you, I don't want to lose my job over something like this, you being the boss and all'.
`Don't worry Dave, we class you and Alan as mates, I'm not your boss here, this is 100% not work, I think you're pretty cool, actually, you are very discreet and have proven trustworthy, that's how Tommy and I like it'.
He nodded and visibly relaxed,
`thanks mate, glad that I know where I stand' he said.
We went in, another cheer and cat calling. We emptied the fridge of beers, the cook had left us plenty of food.
Pat started telling tales of the Spain trip, that got everybody hard.
`Right boys let's have some fun, what happens in the bunk house, stays in the bunk house, right?'
We all shouted `yes boss'.
The hierarchy was preserved and Pat, Big Pat was definitely the boss.
We all stripped off, fuck, I'd forgotten just how sexy 12 guys are when naked, what a sight, what a smell, Alan and Dave fitted right in. Dave was shorter than Pat but though lithe, he was very strong, I'd seen him deadlift whole carcasses as though the were nothing, his dick was about 6" hard and had a downward curve, which made him look extra hung. Alan stole the show though, his cock must've been 9" or more hard. I saw him for first time with a boner. He'd lost a bit of weight as well, probably more `exercise' with Dave and a better diet, he looked great. A ginger God, Pat was drooling.
Pat chose me first and as boss man he had the first fuck. The guys all watched him in a circle around us as he lubed up and entered me. Tommy looked a bit peeved as Pat slid into me and I moaned in delight, Pat took about a dozen long slow thrusts, before he came. Then it was a free for all. Alan grabbed Tommy and I grabbed Dave.
Dave tossed a coin for first choice and I lost. He wanted to top. Which was a delight, such an expert lover, he used a condom and took me expertly, hitting my prostate with his unusually curved cock on every thrust, then filling the condom, tying it in a knot and disposing of it.
My turn now, I was hard as a rail and hungry. I'd heard Tommy Yelp when he took Alan's monster. I was up for it, Dave was ready for me. He took control, swapping positions and pausing to keep me from cumming, I lasted ages before screaming with passion as I dumped my spunk up him.
I turned and Alan was thwacking his 9" into his palm, `ready?' He asked. I knelt and took his cock into my mouth, the smell, a mix of arse, and sweat was familiar, it was Tommy.
I swallowed hard to stop me gagging as I took his cock down my throat, fuck' he moaned as he started to rock in and out of my mouth. I pulled him about a third out and attacked his glans, ready?' he said again, I nodded. He pulled out and helped me stand as his cock hung, hard, glistening with my saliva as he pushed me down on the bed. I lifted my legs and he attacked my rosebud with his face, shoving his nose right in, ripping my cheeks apart to get closer, his tongue entering me a little.
He suddenly let go and slapped my ass,
`I'm gonna enjoy this, I've wanted you since you flashed your arse at me when you started at the shop'.
`I've wanted that cock ever since you showed me how big it was when changing.' I replied.
Oh yeah, that usually gets em going, that's how I snagged Dave'.
He tossed me the lube and I coated his dick, then my own ass hole as the ginger stud manly stud lined up and as I pressed down to relax my sphincter, he ploughed on in,
`fuck' I moaned,
`yeah, take it sister'
he said like a film gangster and he was right in. Dave fed me his cock, it smelt of the condom. I shook my head, he was grabbed by a kiwi and left Alan to shag me.
Tommy wandered over and watched, grinning, slowly wanking himself. Then I saw the idea cross his brain. He stood up and sank his cock into my mouth. I eagerly took it, watching me suck off Tommy made Alan go faster. Tommy leant forward and kissed Alan who now was attacking my arse in a frenzy as Tommy fucked my face and Alan my arse, they were kissing above me.
At the point of climax they both pulled out and grabbing their shafts wanked together shooting their loads all over me, joined by mine.
`Fuck that was hot, my my you've grown up Tommy Preston'. Said Alan.
Tommy grinned and started licking up the mix of cum to be joined by Alan as they made pig noises licking me clean, getting me hard.
Tommy and Alan said `your turn' and knelt on the bed l, both arses aloft wiggling like pigs in a trough. I had fun piercing them alternately and repeatedly, doggy style then them both worshiping my cock as they simultaneously brought me off with their lips on either side of my shaft, kissing each other as my cock slid between their lips.
Pat stood watching enjoying the show,
`Fuck, Tommy that's damned sexy' Pat said, his turgid cock bobbing.
`Fuck me Pat' I said, he came behind me and parted my cheeks, lubed me up and sank his cock into me.
`Viva Espana' he said, holding me tight, his arm hugging me as Alan and Tommys lips continued to rub along my shaft. Pat wrapped his arms around me and rocking his hips he impaled me on his shaft. I felt the fullness of Pats 7" buried in me, then gelt him tigjten more, his legs quivering as i was holding him up now as he released, pumping out his load into me, his breath hot on my neck, I couldnt stand any more, my shaft was as thick as it had ever been, veins popping, my foreskin moving being pushed slowly over the rim, bunching up then being stretched as thin as gossamer on the way back, their tongues tivmcling under. Tommy looked up at me, his eyes alive as i groaned my release sending a long spurt onto the floor.
`What a waste' Alan said, Tommy said, 'you could have warned us.'
'plenty more where that cum from' I said.
Things were hotting up.
Alan lay on the bed on his back and Tommy lined himself up, picked up Alan's sturdy legs, spat at his ass hole and pressed on in. His dick dissapearing between Alans cheeks, Alan grinning like a cat who got the cream. He threw his head back for Dave to feed him his cock. I watched getting hard as Tommy fucked the daylight out of Alan. Dave and Tommy kissed over Alan and both pulled out to cum over Alan, who also shot, 3 lots of cum on Alans face and chest.
We slowed down as the night wore on, favourite pairings came and came until we were all spent.
Well fellas', Pat said, it's time you all fucked off and left us to get some Kip'. We all nodded.
I took stock of my affairs on Monday. My business head was itching. Had I foolishly sacrificed the families millions? I met with Sally, the CFO to look at risks and opportunities. It seemed that we were doing ok, we had the 2 farms, a farm shop that was growing, we'd rescued the local butchers shop and made links with the college, built a dozen workers affordable homes. Got the kiwis in to help the lambing and shearing.
My MBA taught me that no opportunity should be squandered, every contact, every link should be assessed. My plan had worked, I was staying put with my lad Tommy, my beautiful, rough, sturdy, funny, sexy manchild.
I asked the agent to rent out my properties including Monterey, The Surrey estate was let out to a posh, titled, but broke family, the Italian mountain villa, the ski lodge, the french riviera house and the London penthouse were all making good money on air bnb.
I thought what the heck if we need to stay somwhere we could fly like tourists do and stay in hotels etc for our vacations!
But best of all, by far, I had Tommy to anchor my life. Tommy and I both working, both useful to each other and to the area.
I booked a big stall at Skipton Show for the farm shop and ordered thousands of give away pens and keyrings and asked each department to come up with ideas for promoting their area. I booked another stall for the pie shop.
The organisers main sponsor dropped out due to the recession so I rang the organisers and offered to sponsor the show for next 10 years, they were delighted.
I told Terry to get the best sheep and lambs primped and primed ready for showing. The farmhands loved getting their favourite sheep ready, washing and drying them, dodging the Rans horns and his temper, combing the snags out of his hairy balls and rubbing them with oil to make them shine.
I also booked a marquee for butchery skills demonstrations and for farm shop cooking demonstrations with a local celebrity chef. Alan and Tommy could do the butchering, and the banter. `We're like bloody Pinky and Perky' Tommy laughed. The sight of them fucking each other got me hard instantly.
I arranged with the Scouts to run a burger and bacon sandwich counter, two teams lead by two rather sexy 17 year old Venture Scouts as a competition, two cooking stations, serving counters and tills. Much better than the usual catering vans selling rubbish. Tommy said the scout lads were top men and should be respected. We donated the burgers, buns and the bacon so all the money they took went straight to the local scout troops.
Tommy said we ought to do something for the kids and local teenagers, he'd thought of an assault course with a cross country run around the site crossing stresms etc.
We'd invite farms and companies to pick teams to compete against each other, he said he'd seen one that had a grip ladder over water that a lot of lads fell in, getting wet and many lads had stripped shirtless. I thought the teams could go first and then we'd have an open competition, Tommy said what `a cock of the show' prize.
I called the local parachute regiment and had a meeting in Pudsey with them, they were reticent until I said we'd pay them for the course design and the equipment and that the lads would have space to bunk or camp out and I'd supply free beer and grub.
In the end loads of companies entered teams at £60 a go, and loads of lads put themselves up for the 'cock of the show race' £5 entrance fee for mens mental health charity, it was so horny watching the local lads go through the course in tight shorts, getting wet and muddy with their entry number painted on their thighs and chests and wearing farm shop branded black vests, which most tucked down their shorts preferring to show their muscles to the lical lassies (and lads).
We awarded cash prizes £200, £100 and £50 with the all the entry fees going to charity. The Yorkshire Post loved it and their photographer took some great shots of muscular muddy lads hanging from the ladders and getting up from the river obstacles.
We got a front page colour photo of a muscular Alan awarding the prize to an bare chested and muddy, stud of a guy, Kyle Shipham, aged 17, I wondered if we could employ him, just as eye candy?
Kyle and his mates were soon in the beer tent, Alan was chatting with them then I saw Alan and Kyle go into the disabled toilet, Kyle went in first then Alan a minute later. Lucky Alan I thought.
I told Tommy and he said he needed a piss and grabbed my arm, we queued for the same cubicle and he quickly pulled me inside. Inside it was just a bigger festival bog. Tommy latched the door, pulled off his shorts and I did the same, hung them on back of the door and Tommy sat down on the pan and let out an enormous fart, oh fuck I've been holding that in for ages' he grinned at me. Come ere you' and opened his mouth giving me a BJ as he wanked himself and dropped a log into the pan, sorry' he said `it just slipped out'.
I shot into his mouth smelling his funk. I swapped places and after he'd wiped up, he shoved his cock in my mouth, the stink was intense, I savoured his salty, cheesy cock rim, pushing my tongue in his piss slit, blocking his cum squirts until I relaxed a little and he sprayed inside my mouth. I too had dropped a log and pissed all over his load and mine.
I pulled the lever and we both watched the pile swirl down with thick blue water falling into the bowl.
Satisfied we kissed deeply
`I fucking love you Tommy Preston' I said
as he put his shorts on all gangly legged and left me alone. I waited a minute then left just as the lamb judging was about to begin.
The show was a great success, we shifted a load of pies and the farm shop had sold out of bacon, sausages and burgers. Calvin Smallwood won the Scout contest, selling 456 burgers versus Pete Turners team who sold 397 bacon sandwiches.
Roll on next year.
Maggie in HR said that staff were driving in from miles around to work for us and some vacancies were getting difficult to fill as house orices out off families. We always had loads of lads apply, living at home but for specialist jobs it was tough to recruit.
We had built 12 homes at the piggery, I wanted to build another 12 on a mirror image of what we had built already to make a green on the land in the middle. The services had capacity, we had the space, I called the FA and went through the figures. Well' he said, it's a good opportunity, the return is much better with 24, houses so go for it.
I told Tommy as we cuddled in bed, `great' he said. I didn't tell him about plans for a swimming pool and gym. I was still working on how I could introduce these as part of the business and not as a luxury for us two. I discussed this with the architect who drew up plans for a new building with a pool below acting as a recreational facility and also a thermal store for an environmentally friendly heating plant burning methane from pig waste. This could power the farm and the 24 homes making us extremely green. I told them I'd think about it as the initial costs were high and we'd still have to drive from the cottage to the pig farm for a swim.
The architect drew up plans for the 12 houses which we submitted, emphasising the minimal impact and the environmental benefits of low cost heating and social impact of 12 more affordable homes. We got it nodded through to enable groundwork's before next months planning meeting. The builders were on site the following week. I asked the architect to visit the sheep farm and look at opportunities to do the same.
On our first anniversary of moving into the cottage, I cooked a stupendous meal, a giant mixed grill for Tommy. We sat on the settee and made out, too full to move, we just cuddled and dozed. Later during the night we fucked each others brains out. Tommy and I renewed our vows and re-christened every room.
Thats the end of part 7. If you got this far, thanks for reading. Look out for more to cum. Comments and suggestions welcomed.
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