Date: Mon, 30 Oct 2023 07:54:03 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Tommy A Northern Lad - Part 17 Tommy, A Northern Lad-17 Pain and Pleasure Please consider donating to Nifty to keep the stories coming. https://donate.nifty.org/ Sorry about the typos and missed punctuation. I guess i'm just a crap proofreader! I hope you enjoy this last episode of Tommy and Chris's journey. scribblerlad@hotmail.com Part 17 - Pain and Pleasure Ada's waters had broken, we laid her down and her contractions started, Tommy timed them, as Sheila had told him to. By 10pm nothing much was happening, regular contractions every 10 minutes. Edi fussed over Ada, wiping her brow, then she got a searing pain herself as her waters broke and she too was starting. Shelia rang Maternity to let them know to expect they'd be delivering twins and a single birth later that night. Sheila was in control, we squeezed the girls hands during contractions and set the timer for the next. Things were hotting up. At 2am Christmas morning we drove them to Airedale Hospital maternity unit where they were made comfy in beds in same small ward. We waited and we went for coffees, `show time' said Shelia making me think of the night we conceived, getting me hard, I squeezed Tommys hand, `come on Dad let's go'. I won't describe the detail, it's not important but at 6:09 Ada had a baby Boy, Zachary. At 6:23 Edi had her two boys, identical twins Edward and Daniel. The mums slept and we went home, we grabbed some sleep and fantastic sex. Helen cooked us Christmas dinner for the three of us, we visited the girls and watched them feed the kids, `latching on' they said its painful. I've tried it on Tommys nipples lots of times and he's never complained? After a few days they were all allowed home. Helen left us to bond and get on with it, she said we had to learn ourselves and she's only a phone call away. I took paternity leave from the business, Bill said he'd field any emergencies from his southern patch but really I could rely on Sally and Dave to run the show. We boys took it in turns feeding and changing with Ada and Edi, we even took our turns of the night shifts together, whilst the mums tried to rest. The boys were adorable, smelly, tiring and 100% selfishly beautiful. Tommy and I would sit watching Zack and The Boys sleep, holding hands, 'to think we made these!' Tommy crooned 'yeah your thick spunk did it' I said, grabbing Tommys cock. 'For Eddy and Danny maybe, but the jury is out, but Zacks is all yours though, he's gonna be a handsome fucker and turn heads.' 'talking of cock, have you er, noticed the size of these three?' 'well yes, it had crossed my mind, lets hope they got your genes in the big dick department' I laughed. 'I love it when your changing them and they lay on their backs and giggle, kick their legs and let out a huge stream of piss, right in your eye!'Tommy laughed. 'mmm might have to try that, sounds fun', Tommy said. 'But the stink of their shit is familiar, they must have your fart genes for that' I punched Tommy on the arm and the game turned to grab ass, I felt Tommys hard shaft through his shorts, my mind went back to the water park in Palma Nova. We lived together, sharing responsibility until the boys were about to start nursery school. We thought the kids need to get to know about Ada and Edi being their two mums, and Zack needed to know that Tommy and I are his two dads, so we had to have separate houses. I engaged the architects who suggested that they use Tommys gym in the stables cum garage and extend it so that it is a four bedroom, four bath house, linked to ours via the pool area. That took about 12 months full to me, no wxpense spared buikders. The chaos was largely behind a door. Tommy was pissed that he'd lost his gym but when we talked it through he realised what he really wanted was a boys den with a makeshift gym cum workshop below a hayloft. He set about converting one of the small barns for that. That gave him some focus away from work. When Zack was four years old he announced he wanted a brother like Danny had. We had already started to apply for adoption and we were lucky to adopt a younger brother for Zack. Leo is three. He's such a loving, beautiful boy with mocha skin. Leo and Zack do everything together, they are inseparable. Soon Tommys den was full of kids bikes, and paraphernalia of families, the hayloft was well used for sleepovers as the two families grew up. Zack and Leo loved their Auntie Edi and Auntie Ada just as Eddy and Danny loved Uncle Chris and Uncle Tommy. We never did know whose sperm fertilised which egg but Zack has a slender swimmers body and that Danny and Eddy have the makings of Tommys broad shoulders, narrow waist and strong thighs and footballers shins (oh and a long thick dick each). Leo was going to be a tall, reedy mocha skinned dream of a boy. Chris and Tommy had amassed plenty of money from their businesses. Instead of paying rent out they bought the house from the company from their respective bonuses and later also bought the farm around it, as it got too small to supply the farm shops. Tommy had cautiously expanded his business into market towns and villages across the North and the Borders. He now had 60 shops under `Tom Preston, No.1 Butcher' brand, taking advantage of scale and a single butchery unit supplying the shops. The boys grew and learned about life from the farm, the school, sleepovers in the hayloft, and no doubt messing about with each other and friends. The pool parties swapped from adults to kids, we got them used to swimming naked with their dads and cousins and aunties and not being shy about their bits and pieces. Then Birthday pool parties at Christmas and friend's sleepovers in the hayloft. We both retired, spending time touring the world staying in properties that I had amassed over the years as profits from Moorhead meant lots of special dividends for the stock holders (me!) which the FA sank into property. Tommy made a healthy living from his shops, he invested his money into the local area, he bought a sheep farm high in the hills and would spend evenings selecting the herd, pay astronomical prices for a ram, exhibiting at the local shows, always striving to improve his herd. Tommy loved it high up in the hills, remote. I'd see him with his dog, shirtless in all weathers, on an ATV or in summer wandering about in old black cut down hiking shorts or even naked astride his ATV, hisxarsecclenching as he rode along. Sometimes he'd drive up with his dog in the fading light and sleep over in the bothy, with just basic supplies. His dog called 'bonus' would run down alerting me that he needed more supplies. I'd see his sturdy frame and arse cheeks silhouetted against the bright sky, my heart would skip a beat. The boys would race up to him and he'd twirl them around high in the air, then grab their hands and thunder down the hill with them. The boys did well at school, Leo was the most academic and did business studies and French with German. Zack was more like Tommy, a quick thinker but more practical. He did butchery at college. Daniel and Eddy both went to university, Danny wants to become a vet and Eddy is doing Accountancy. The boys look to have inherited their fathers assets, they are not shy and we've caught them unawares wanking and making out on occasions on a Friday night with their mates, not intruding, just enough to know the stone doesn't roll too far. Zack eventually took over Tommys No1 shops when Tommy retired, having proved himself worthy. Eddy worked as Sallys right hand until she retired becoming CFO and became CEO when I stood down. We'd bought out my partners Bills share a while ago and repaid the family trust admirably. Ada did a university course in English and went on to get a HR qualification, after working her way up she took over from Maggie as HR director last year. Edi redid her A levels, did economics at OU and got her accountancy accreditation. She took over from Eddy as group financial director when I retired. ----- `Tommy, pass me your glass', `here you are love'. We were sat on our balcony in Majorca, high in the hills, the bright lights of Magaluf twinkling miles below, the electric blue glow of the water park was extinguished one by one as the lights were switched off. We snuggled closer on the rocker and with arms around each other rocked the evening away. `What times the flight to Barbados?' I asked, Tommy says, `Juan is picking us up tomorrow at 11:00am then to the airport and Sam is flying us over', `Time for bed then', Tommy nodded, We stripped and stood and kissed, our erect shafts sword fighting. The syrupy Spanish air felt like it did all those years ago, the sounds of cicadas and a boom boom boom on the wind, the smell of the hills all taking me back to when we first met all those years ago. Tommy held my hand and lead me to bed. I lay looking up at Tommy, his body more rounded, tanned, weathered, his hair now greying, distinguished. His cock proud, erect still, his ripe figs hanging lower now nestled in their sack, he grinned, that half-shy grin, my heart melted. Tommy took me, it felt just like it ever had, my love, my life, my all, his breath hot on my neck, his pumping building to a shared crescendo as he grunted and came as I exhaled and shot my load over my pecs and abs, he relaxed and his weight pushed the cummy sandwich into the bed, his cock softening now and his warm juice running out of my arse. He fell asleep in bliss. A jet flew over to land at Palma airport. I watched its red tail lights flashing, and thought how many more lads are flying in for a holiday, how many are discovering more about each other than they knew, in El Diabolo and in the bars of Palma Nova? I can't wait to wake Tommy up his favourite way tomorrow morning. I fall asleep listening to Tommys regular light snoring, the cicadas and the faint boom, boom, boom of music from The Strip, caught on the wind. The End I hope you've enjoyed Tommy and Chris's journey. comments always welcome to scribblerlad@hotmail.com