Tommy, A Northern Lad-8 Kyle and Chritmas
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Part 8 - Kyle and Christmas
Work was getting too much, I consulted with Terry, `what you need is an Operations Manager', someone to do the shitty stuff and leave you to scope out ideas, after all you are New Business manager, oh and you waste a lot of time prancing about with marketing stuff, employ a graphics designer or an apprentice marketing guy you can then train up seeing as you'll have fuck all else to do'. I love the Yorkshire attitude!
I got Sally in HR to write Job descriptions and person specs for the two jobs and put them on the company website and vacancies boards.
Alan knocked at my door,
`got a minute boss?',
I was looking at particulars of warehouses and units in the dales, close to the main routes.
`Sure Alan, always good to see you, go on ..',
`well you know that job for a marketing apprentice', I nodded,
`well Kyle says he's really up for it',
`I'll bet' I laughed and Alan blushed crimson, toning with his ginger mop.
`Sorry, but he is a looker', is he here now?'
Alan nodded,
`send him in'.
In shuffled Kyle, nervous and a bit drab to be honest, he was dressed in a shirt that was too tight for him and his jeans had those fashionable holes in the knees, but certainly hugged his beautiful arse, two globes that dimpled as he walked. His shirt was too short to be tucked in and I could see a triangle of flesh as his trousers pushed down. I glanced to his abs and watch them flex a little as he bent forwards to shake my proffered hand. I ask him to sit on the sofa, I took the comfy chair, a coffee table in front.
`So', I said, tell me a bit about yourself.'
Kyle started nervously, his, age 17, his school, Skipton Grammar, how he loved art. As he became enthusiastic I could see his broad chest heave, the valleys by his strong neck supporting his head, his blonde hair shining as he ran his fingers through it to clear it away from his blue eyes. No drabness now. He bent to pull out an A4 pad from his bag, his broad deep back at an angle, perfect for me to observe his huge shoulders cascading to a thin waist.
`Impressive' I said, he showed me his pencil sketches, the lad certainly had talent.
`What sports did you play',
he smiled again,
lots' he said I'm captain of the rugger team, fastest 100m freestyle swimmer the school has ever had, I'm on the county championships leaderboard for breaststroke, and I won £200 smackers at the show',
his confidence was back. He was another God in the making.
I nodded for us to leave. I took him to the outer office and introduced Kyle to the team as our new Marketing Assistant. The small team made room for another. He beamed at me
`you mean I got the job?',
I nodded, and thought he was going to hug me! I looked at Sally and she smiled almost knowingly and said,
`over here Kyle, I don't bite, well not until I get to know you',
which made the 17 year old god blush.
Alan came up to me in the car park,
`Thanks mate',
`Kyles certainly easy on the eye' I said,
Alan nodded and just the thought of Kyle had seemingly had an effect on Alan and I, he adjusted his erection
`here we go again'
he said and laughed. I walked to my car, my boner prominent, fuck I'm horny today.
I told Tommy when I got home. He was sunning himself naked on the patio I saw him rise fully erect in seconds as he got up from the chair and took me to the dark bedroom.
`Good day?'
he said , I nodded and replied
`no talking, Tommy just fuck me, hard, please',
`Aye aye captain'
were the last words I heard before swearing profusely like a dockers whore as Tommy nailed my arse to the bed, his weight pounding his dick into me, crushing his nuts as he did so, then cumming in a mighty roar as he flopped on me like a ton of spuds as I pulsed my cum into the sheets.
We slept like that until the alarm went off at 6am and Tommy dressed and went off to work. No shower, no breakfast, my stud hard at it, making a living, making my life.
Kyles first wage packet saw him in new office clothes, his hair fashionably cut, his body was a clothiers dream, he looked gorgeous in anything he wore. His scent was masculine and entrancing, his ample looking cock showed occasionally in his trousers and always on dress down Friday. Just 17, ripe for picking.
Tommy said one evening that Alan knew a lad, Lewis Bentley, who was a year below him and on the rugger team, he'd said Kyle was not shy in the lockers and often boned up. He's a big lad apparently, his nickname was Thumper. Trust Alan to find that out!
Alan told me that Lewis had also applied for the marketing assistant job as well and added `you'd like Lewis'. Fuck I thought I've even got Alan pimping for me.
Sally rebuked me mildly for offering Kyle the job before the closing date. I reviewed what staff we needed, some of the team were getting ratty with too much going on as we expanded the business. I asked if Sally could find a role for Lewis as I'd not been fair on him, she said she would seecwhat his intetests were, maybe to help her team.
I called a staff meeting. `Look I said, let's be honest, we need a bigger team. Sally nodded in agreement straight away, not like her, she hates spending brass, a true Yorkshire girl.
I started by thanking everyone for the effort they had put in over past two years, and how much I appreciated this and hoped the annual profit share reflected that. Nods around the room.
I went on, `We've two farms run by Terry, operations run by Dave, Barry and Alan running the pork butchery, no one over pies or cooked meats, no head of lamb butchery, no transport manager looking after the fleet and deliveries. No retail manager to cash up the tills, banking, locking up, no store security, not enough trolley lads, its a ling list.'
I took a deep breath and a pause for effect, to change my tone, that MBA wasn't wasted.
`I'm going to reorganise. I'll get Mags as HR Director and Sally as CFO to draw up options. I say now, no threats, just opportunities. Please stand by me as we do this together, thanyou'
A round of applause and a wolf whistle (bloody Alan!).
I had been looking for premises around the dales, lots of money around there. The A65 was a key road linking east and west together. I spotted an opportunity. Some unpromising farm land was for sale adjacent to a crossroads over the A65, a terrible junction, a motorcyclist had sadly died as a farm truck pulled out last month. The road needed work. The council were bereft of funds and ideas. I rang my agent and said I fancy that farm land and see who owns the land on the other 3 quadrants around the junction.
The council owned one plot and the farmer selling up had bought a transferable right to purchase the other land that had a year left to run.
I told my FA the plan and he said,
`It makes sense Chris. I'll set up a holding company in view of the scale of construction you're thinking of to protect what you've built so far and I'll drip the funds required as desired, You might have to sell the London flat though', He was testing my commitment.
`OK I said, if I really need to, but I'd prefer to sell the Italian and French Riviera properties first, look at the returns on investment first.
The `under offer' sign went up on the land and we signed it over to new company a month later, I asked agents to take up the offer to buy the adjacent land at the same time.
I visited with the architects and outlined what I wanted; a new farm store, coffee shop, restaurant, garden centre, kids adventure playground, perhaps a relaxed pub restaurant, big car park, green housing for the workers with 20 left over for local families. I'd donate to the road alterations, a roundabout.
Any spare land with access would be offered as a food production site with units for food manufactures to lease. All to be in a green, tree lined setting making most of the hilly landscape etc to hide it.
Terry loved the idea,
`Fuck me Chris, this will be life changing for the area and a goldmine, you're a bloody genius'
I met with council and applied for an outline planning notice, they said that's not possible without full plans being drawn up, but why didn't I send the ideas and sketch plans with pretty pictures emphasis on jobs, local housing and road improvements and see if it fitted with the county housing and employment plan.
It took a month and yes, it did fit with their plans, I instructed architects to go ahead and give me options. I wanted it to look like it had always been there, local stone walls etc, mature tree planting, a hidden bus and coach parking area. I was already thinking of a name.
Maggie started planning and costing the reorganisation but I wanted to wait to see if I got planning first.
The Yorkshire Post were all over it, they'd gotten hold of the initial proposal and I was on the front page with a photo of me presenting the lambing cup to a ruddy looking farmer beaming in his white coat. `From Farm shop to village' screamed the headline.
The council were worried about the financing. The banks were sniffing around for business, Sally my CFO was worried. I had to come clean about the source of the investment being my own family trust. I said if anyone knew or it leaked then I'd retire to the shadows and simply sell up. Sally worked with my FA to set up the right companies to handle the financing and allay fears and to keep it schtum.
We got permission, but it was subject to us funding the entire road scheme. Fuck, in for a penny, in for a pound I thought, and nodded, my guts churned at the millions that a simple nod cost me. Sally nearly vomited, we had a serious heart to heart meeting going over projected incomes which calmed nerves.
I was full front page of YP, a gushing leader and a half page in business section questioning who was this saviour of the Dales.
Tommy fucked me raw that evening, then in the shower he poured Prosecco I'd been given down my arse crack and supped it down as it ran tingling down my nuts into his mouth gulping his goo and my fizz down as he cleaned and licked my arse out, we swapped and I poured the prosecco down Tommys crack and licked him out, then he poured the last over his prick and into my cupped hands under his balls, for me to suck, sup and lick clean.
We showered quickly and it was my turn to nail Tommy, I was so hard, I hadn't cum yet, and I went to town on his arse, the stud was whimpering as I shot deep into his guts, impaled on my shaft. I ran the shower over us, fuck I was still hard, I started up again and drilled him in rapid fire, short and fast, shooting my second load in seconds.
Tommy was well satisfied. I dried him like he was a little boy, his cock so soft, his balls not yet descended. I dusted him with talc and rubbed his smooth hairless skin, he fell asleep, his head on my chest, me wrapping his hair in ringlets around my finger. I was hard as hell again. I stroked one out gently as he slept and fell asleep bathed in his scent and my load drying on my abs.
We put the A65 job out to tender and split it into lots and waited. The Architects and Quantity Surveyors met us with their favourite options. We were off.
This was big. I'd decided to have my most trusted team around me and finally announced my team to Sally and Terry.
Chris - Executive Director, New Business Sally - Financial Director Maggie - HR Director Terry - Managing Director - Head of Farming Dave - Director Food Products Barry - Head Butcher Alan - No.2 Butcher - Pork Products Tommy - No.2 Butcher - Lamb Products
Vacancies: Director of Training Director of Housing Director of Retail Store Manager x 2 Head of Estate Management - Housing Head of Estate Management - Retail Head of Estate Management - Farming Transport Manager Apprenticeships, all areas x 20
Ideally some of the vacancies would be filled with current staff.
Tommy got the news of his promotion from Barry, who told Alan and Tommy at same time. He texted me straight away. `Bloody Hell Dave's promoted me. I'm only Number 2 fucking butcher in the empire, chuffed to bits, can't wait to see you, I got a big pay rise, I'm so gunna stuff your ass tonight.
I'd arranged for Tommy and Alan to have a company estate car, something practical for work, so it's not seen as too much of a gift. No more busses or driving his mums old banger for Tommy or that bloody moped for Alan.
Tommy loved his Skoda Superb, `look it's even got an umbrella in the door' he enthused. He wanted to show me the best bit though, so we drove high up into The Dales and parked off a rutted track behind some trees. He leapt out of the car, his boner showing down his leg in his jeans. He lowered the seats on his side, I got out and he lowered the passenger side
`look it only makes into a fucking passion wagon'.
He kicked off his trainers pulled off his shirt, dropped his kegs and was naked, laying in the `bed' waiting for me. A tartan picnic rug pulled up to his chest, an obscene bulge in it and him grinning at me as I laughed at the picture, flicked the blanket off him and crawled in naked at the side of him, then moving on top of him. He lifted his legs,
`take me slowly'
he said and swung his legs up as high as they'd go. I shuffled in and fucked the daylight out of the sky, light and shade, strong and weak, close then far, closer still and farther away, then cliser and closer Tommy moaning Im grunting nw, clise short short shorter still, I freeze and I am lost in a nano second of time, as a thousand pins and needles stab my body in waves as I melt into Tommy, we are as one. After, coming down, we sat spent, soft and naked in the front seats, in the pitch blackness, looking out at the night sky at shooting stars. I'm blessed I thought. We drove home naked in the middle of the night. Tomorrow's Saturday. Its Tommy turn tonight though, he took me again and again until we just fell asleep through exhaustion, that was a real shagathon.
`Fuck, it's soccer practice in 20 mins'
he said waking me up. He found his smelly shorts and his jock from last week in his kit bag and slipped them on. He looked so sexy in kit. He pulled on his musky fetid top, long muddy socks and boots. He clip clopped out to the car, his metal studs echoing on the stone slabs. I quickly pulled on jeans and a T, we must've stank of arse and cum and fetid, damp kit.
I cheered him on the pitch, the pub team we were playing were crap but enthusiastic, not cynical old guys, chopping your ankles through, at HT it was 1-1 and at the finish it was 2-2. A fair result.
I'd been given job as general dogsbody and that gave me access to the changing rooms; dank smelly rooms either side of a communal shower, used for home and away.
The opposition lads rushed in, I had cans and drinks ready and had warmed up the showers. They stripped off, fuck me I thought this lot are fit as they paraded into the showers, our team were a bit slower and joined them.
Come on in Chris' shouted Kyle, the waters lovely, you can wash my back',
Tommy looked at me and nodded, I stripped off and ran in. The council weren't stingy and the showers were good, loads of hot wster, fuck Kyle was sporting what must be 9" in a semi, a chubby curve. He grab assed me and we wrassled a bit, Alan got in on the act and goosed the striker of the away team and that was it, best game of grab ass ever. We were all boned up laughing. Fuck that was sexy.
The grounds-man wandered in and looked agog then tutted lads' and shouted you got 15 mins to make em soft, and clean up after yoursen, I'll be back to lock up'.
Kyle knelt and sucked me dry, Tommy then butted in and sucked off Kyle as Alan wanked his load down my mouth. Not a drop was wasted. I'd dreamed of Kyle fucking me, perhaps he will one day?
Tommy squeezed himself into his smelly football kit and we drove back. He was so horned up, strutting about naked, have I told you how fucking beautiful he is? He basically went 100% lad on me, he wore his kit and fucked my brains out all day, supping beer and watching Sky Sports on TV as he rammed me on the sheepskin rug like an animal, with zero regard for me, I was just there to be used. I lost count how many times he fucked me, Tommy can recover in next to no time, and with coaxing sooner, my stud. Heavenly.