Date: Sat, 14 Oct 2023 23:24:30 +0000 From: Scribbler Lad Subject: Tommy, A Northern Lad - 5 Tommy, A Northern Lad - 5 Getting it together Please consider donating to Nifty to keep the stories coming. https://donate.nifty.org/ I hope you enjoy the story, comments and praise welcome! Lots more to cum, following Chris and Tommy's journey. Don't forget comments welcomed, let me know what you think! scribblerlad@hotmail.com Part 5 - Getting it together I hug Aaron, Nick, Flynn and Seb and one last grab of Tommys package and a kiss. The cab doors slam and they're off to the airport. I text Tommy a huge heart and `txt me when you land'. They fly, I cry. Tommy facetimes me from his phone when he gets home. I'm in a hotel in Palma for a few days. We chat and try to end on a good note, Tommy lowers the camera to his groin and I watch, licking my lips, my breath ragged with expectation as he unzips and his beast of a cock falls out, I watch it rise, get hard, moist. I lower my camera and strip off, we match stroke for stroke, no urgency, I watch mesmerised as he tips himself over the edge and he fills his cupped hand with his load and offers it to the camera, I copy and raising the camera I lick my hand clean, he does the same, we end the call. I look at the movie of it, almost on repeat on my iPad. I WhatsApp it to Tommy. He messages '00' Pat texts me inviting me to meet them in Genoa. I decline, it's time for me to be home, where ever that is. I decide on the London apartment and ring the agent to see if it's available. It's free for the next month so I ask the agent to book it out for me. It's a short flight to London and I get the tube from Heathrow, it takes longer but I like the people watching, all those blokes sat opposite, thick thighs in shorts, workman's cocks, the occasional erection, a bollock dropping fleetingly into view. The flat is as impersonal as ever. The agent has put the basics in the fridge and `I make a brew' as Tommy would say. My heart aches for him. He should have finished work by now so I WhatsApp him from the roof terrace with my view of the London Eye all lit up and the River Thames shimmering behind me. `Hi' I say, `Chris' he shrieks and pans the camera, he's in a pub `meet my mates' Tommy enthuses and the camera pans across a group of raw looking lads about Tommys age, all gooning into the camera, joshing with him, I wave, he says `What the fuck are you doing in Manchester?'. The lads laugh, `I'm coming down' he says spontaneously, `we finish at 1 tomorrow and I can miss the general studies on Monday morning, text me your address'. He rings off. I'm excited now. My cock hard. My phone pings, it's Tommy. He texts me his table number In Wetherspoons in Bingley, `get a round in you tight git, 5 pints of Stella x'. I download the app, register, find the Bingley pub menu, select his table number, order the round, and pay, wishing it was six pints. Five minutes later I get a selfie from Tommy of the lads raising full pints, huddled closely, cheek to unshaven cheek, grinning at me. I cry. I refrain from hand sex that night, replaying the video of Tommy shooting is enough. Friday I walk to the supermarket and stock up with beer and fixings for a full english in case we never leave the apartment. I get a text with his train times. He gets in at 16:31 to Kings Cross, 'I'll meet you outside WHSmiths' he texts. I get a WhatsApp from Tommy, on the train, he's in the toilet, he says nothing but I see his sexy grin as he unbuttons his shirt and squeezes a nipple, swaying sexily and rubbing his torso, he unbuckles, unzips and pulls down his jeans as the train speeds on, seeing his hard cock in the mirror and him grinning, holding the phone nearly makes me shoot. I drop my pants and we sword fight to camera, `I'm fucking busting' he says and he starts to piss, missing the pan and over the seat and floor pissing a thin stream from his rock hard cock. I walk to the bathroom and do the same, a video of my golden fluid filling the pan. The connection breaks and I flush. Not long now. I find WHSmiths and wait outside anxiously, it's very busy. The arrivals board shows the train. I'm a bit early, the trains a bit late, I'm building up expectations, almost bursting when I see his head bobbing up and down and his lolloping walk, the crowd breaks, he sees me and runs full speed, dodging people, apologising for bumping, he drops his bag at my feet as he leaps up to hug, wrapping his legs around my waist, burrowing his head in my neck, his hot tears wetting my shirt. I'm pushed against the wall. He kisses me, we walk outside, boners raging. I give him an Oyster card, `you'll need this', I said and we get the tube back to the flat. `Fuck, look at this place' he says as I open the door, I push him to the bedroom `this is the economy tour' He's hopping from leg to leg, trainers kicked off pulling off his jeans, then his shirt off in one pull, he's naked, erect, proud, my fucking stud in front of me. In a jiffy I'm stripped, staring at him, he gives me that shy grin then pushes his cock down and says `We'll this fucking thing ain't gonna suck itself' as it snaps back up to his abs. I grab it and pull him to bed.... He's hot, his musky smell is just as I recall, he's pushing in and out of my lips, about an inch as I yank down on his balls and grip the base of his shaft pumping him slowly, his balls disappear, tight to his shaft, his legs buckle `have a weeks worth' he groans as he blasts deep into my mouth, I gag at his length and volume, he pulls out and keeps spraying out on my belly and cock as he leans forward and gently kisses me, scooping his cum out of my mouth with his tongue `you ok?' he says lovingly caressing my neck. I nod, he grins then says `where were we?' He slaps my arse quite hard, I like the sting, it envigorates me 'show me the money' he says and I clamber on the bed on all fours and part my cheeks, `yeah' he moans and he's licking me out, spitting and slavering, pushing his rough sandpaper cheeks into my soft skin. He pushes his fingers in and opens me up, it hurts, `you ready for some Northern Dick' he says, I say `yeah do me like Stan', `Fuck that, I'm doing you like Tommy, the guy who fucking loves you, no imitations'. I nod vigorously and roll on to my back, my legs high in the air, `This OK? I like to watch you' I say, `I like the view' he says He slaps his cock in his palm. I reach out and toss him a bottle of lube, he looks at it quizzically, he holds his cock with one hand and squeezing the bottle he dribbles it like raspberry sauce on his prick and plunges it in, `oh, nice feeling, not too dry, not too slippery, fuck you feel amazing' he said. I clenched my ass muscles around his shaft. He fucked me like a stallion, backing off when he was about to cum, building up again and again, he'd slow right down, resting with his hard dick inside me and we chat, he laughs about something, carreses my face, gives me a snog, and I feel his cock pulse inside me, finally as darkness invades the room, he lays on top of me, his weight on me, my legs splayed out wide, his face buried in my neck and he came up me, whispering how fucking gorgeous I am into my ear, hot and sweaty, damp and dangerous. He came and came and came. I rubbed his furry arse cheeks as they pounded deeper into me. He took me over the edge again as I shot between our tightly pressed bodies, his soft abs exciting my cock head in the hot, sweaty skin sandwich. He was still hard, I felt him flex his cock and his abs and then his ass started bobbing up and down again, he's heavy on me, in me, deep in me, his cock flexing inside me, my ass clenching around him. He lifts off me a little, taking some weight on his arms, my cum cold, smeared across my belly, his broad shoulders and chest flushed red. He smiles and his eyes sparkle, I melt yet again and he speeds up, going deeper now, urgent, catching my secret bud on every stroke, I shout out again in pleasure `oh yes Tommy, my fuck stud, give it to me, all of you, yes, yes, my ram, harder push it in me', a long stream of half pre, half cum squirted from my cock as he grunted, animal like and pounded out his load deep inside me, pushing me up the bed with his force. Tommy was spent, he was mewling, whimpering. He pulled out and lay beside me his chest heaving as he recovered. I spun on top of him `your turn' he said, `after Pizza', I said, he grinned even more `I could eat a scabby rat' he said Uber eats buzzed the door with Pizza Express takeouts, garlic dough balls, a pepperoni feast and a marinara, a bottle of red, to remind us of Spain. We sat cross legged on the bed, scoffing the pizza, drinking the merlot, he fed me a slice and we filled each other up. Tommy goes for a piss, leaving the door open I see his stream hit the pan and his deep back and a couple of inches if his crack in the mirror. he strolls back, a drop of piss on his cock falls to the floor. He's pulling at his foreskin now. `I think it was your go? he said then grinned, `or was it mine?' his cock now as hard as iron giving his game away. I pushed him back onto the bed and saw his beautiful ass and pucker rise into view, his balls laid either side of his shaft, dripping precum, I laid his thick soccer shins on my shoulders, `here's the raspberry sauce' he said passing me the lube, I dribbled it down my shaft, then I ploughed his furrow, twice in succession, his moans turning to purrs, his wincing to smiles, his roars for 'wait' to 'harder'. His body reddening in a blood red flush across his chest, sweating as he groans and cums in long spurts up his chest, his arse spasming, tightening on my shaft. I fill him, but I'm still raging, my cock feels like a rod, a spear, I scream through my pain and ram him again, building up to my second climax, fast short strokes now, Tommys blush red face covered in cum and sweat, his load pooling in his belly button, jiggling as I ram his butt. Tommy starts moaning and rocks his head back as he exhales and spurts again, a watery stream of half cum. His arse clenches around my dick, my cockrim feels like it is burning as Tommys tube tightens and triggers me to cum again. I pull out my cock oozing, softening, spent, my balls are empty. I lean between his strong thighs, my weight on my arms, staring at his twinkling eyes, I kiss his red face, tasting his cum, his salty sweat, his musk. 'fucking hell, what were that?' He says. Tommy is grinning up at me. He puts his arms around my neck and pulls me down on to him, close, heavy, tight, our sweaty bodies in a cummy, sticky, kissing squirm. We turn and lay on our tummies on the spunky damp sheets and he caresses my body with a finger, tracing out letters on my back, he's whispering each letter as he writes 'I L O V E Y O U' on my back, and butt cheeks. We lie just grinning at each other like love lost puppies and fall into a glorious deep sleep. We spent Saturday morning in bed, cuddling and chatting. As dawn broke Tommy took my cock in his calloused hand, and gripping the shaft, pulling down the foreskin he used his tongue on my rim to tickle the cum out of me. I shot like a Roman candle, his rough digit pushing my prostate. I spun Tommy over and he wiggled his muscular arse cheeks at me, his massive thighs supporting those beautiful orbs. I shoved my face into his beckoning crack, sniffing him deep into my lungs as my tongue gently opened up Tommys sore hole, still red after last nights pounding. I bathed his puffy pucker in my soothing saliva, tasting a mix of his musk and my spunk. He came, whimpering as I licked and probed his tender entrance with my arrowed tongue. Tommy went for a piss and I heard him drill into the pan and he let go a series of trumpeting, wet farts, my heart skipped a heat at the sight, sound and smell of my stud. The sheets were a cummy mess, the aroma was pungent. Should I change the bed or leave them for my singletons sleep tonight? I kept them on. We showered together, went for brunch at a Bills Cafe, then we took the Thames Clipper to Greenwich, walked up the hill to the observatory, we stood for a selfie straddling the Meridian, ate street food in the market, took the Emirates sky bridge over the Thames and the Docklands Light Railway back to the city, walked past St.Pauls and down to The Strand. Tommy cooked up a full English, naked, with just an apron on, his gorgeous arse showing and his boner tenting out the front. 'Two brekkies in one day, this is living' he joked as he put the loaded plates on the table, sitting naked, soft, eating his fill, replacing those lost calories. supping his steaming mug of Yorkshire Tea. We had an early night, preceeded by a long shower, caressing, kissing, cleaning, drying. Tommy lay on the bed and I rubbed mousturiser deep into his beautful body, no rush, taking time to massage his broad shoulders, down his back kissing his spine to pummel his glutes like kneading dough, peeking at his hole between his cheeks as I separate them with my palms as I push his muscles up to his spine. 'Oh Chris, thats amazing' 'Turn over' I said He turns over and puts his arms above his head holding them, his chest expands and he flexes his upoer core, his abs chisel a little, then he flexes his lower abs, his cock lifts as his muscles retract, he pulses his thighs and his pecs, flexing his biceps. I rub the lotion into him, straddling him, avoiding his shaft as I start on his thighs. Tommy purrs a deep soft growl as I take his shaft in my mouth and excite him to climax, gulping him down. I pull the covers over him, and in minutes hes snoring deeply, I slide him beside him, my cock wet at the tip, and listen to the sound of the city, the sirens wail rocks me to sleep. I read the papers as Tommy slept, its really taken it out of him. We spent Sunday walking the Thames Path past The Globe and Tate Gallery to a Pub had a fee oints and a Sunday Roast. Tommy laughed at the measly Yorkshire puddings. We watched TV and Tommy took me again, 'gotta last me fucking ages has this' he said, leaving a red palm print on my ass, as he rode me like a rodeo bull, me on all fours on the bed, him hollering abuse at mexas he pummeled me hard, the soubd if swuishy sex and slapping ball sacks. Tommy packed his bag whilst I showered his funk off me. Then he kissed me tenderley in the dark, his hands all over ke as we writhed, hot abd hard in the dark, we fell asleep cuddling. Tommys phone sounded the alarm. 5:30, 'Im on the 6:33 train, better not miss it, I'll be 'ome before 10, do ke chires then off to tech'. He showered as I watched from bed, he'd grin then flex, I videoed his flex routine as he dried himself, him all boned up, parading, flexing his body just for me, and I zoomed in as he shot his bolt, watching his cum face. He cleaned off on the towel, I'd smell and use that later I thought and ny cock twitched. 'Hurry, you dont want to miss your train' I said. He made his own way to the tube from the apartment leaving me with a kiss on each arse cheek and reaching under me for a last tug of my hard cock. The door closed behind him, I was lost, empty and just sobbed. I got up and had breakfast alone in my sterile apartment. We facetimed during the week, His Wednesday evening video was stunning, he'd driven straight back from football training and not showered, he stripped his dirty kit off for me, his stinky jock bulging, leaving his long socks dirty with mud and his studded boots on. I caught the train to Leeds the following weekend, I arrived on Friday and had booked The Queens hotel, right on the station, I texted Tommy the room number. He caught the 13:01 and got to Leeds at 13:30. Five minutes later I heard a knock on the door. 'Room Service' he called. He stepped inside 'fuck, this place is swanky, the bloke on the desk gave me a look, he thinks I'm a rent boy, I had to give him your room number and your name. Anyway I'm here, I didnt have to go outside, and you, you lazy bastard you could have at least met me off the train'. He grinned and peeled off his sweatshirt top revealing his fantastic upper body, he flexed for me, kicked off his trainers, dropped his trackie bottoms, his cock stood proud and he flexed again. 'You're so beautiful' I said and as I stripped Tommy said, 'I went commando today, feels fucking great in these sweats, but i've had a stonking hard on since I woke up. The lads were laughing at the bulge in my apron, calling me Woody all day' We hugged and kissed, our hands on each others arses, feeling close, skin on skin, cock to cock, lips to lips, tongues to tongues, shaft to shaft, rubbing together as we snogged. Deep kisses, moaning, electric sensations from my cock tip ss it gently rubbed against Tommys shaft. 'Fuck, I'm gonna cum' Tommy said, I pulled back and watched his cock pulse out a plume of spunk high into the air, I opened my mouth to catch it, the plume fell over my tongue and face, the second volley spurted, lower this time splattering over my chest. I closed the gap between us and kissed him deeply as he jetted more spunk up my body. Spent, he knelt and licked me clean, kissing his load into me. 'beer?' I say He nods, we empty the minibar of beers, Tommys telling me of pranks at Tech, about the guys I met on facetime, about how much he's enjoying his course, loving the delicacy and strength required to turn a carcass into beautifully prepared portions and joints. I phone room service and order 12 beers and 2 pizzas and a pint tub of Ben and Jerrys Amaretto chocolate ice cream. We fill the minibar with the bottles to keep cool, scoff the pizza and I take the ice cream into the shower, along with Tommy. I scoop out a spoonful and feed it to him as he's sat on the pan, pissing. 'fuck thats horny, you dirty get'. He finishes and puts his fingers in and scoops out a dollop and smears it over my chest, licking the chocolate off, cold on my nipples, I copy and we continue to daub each other. Tommy smears a good handfull over my cock and balls, 'its fucking freezing' I say as Tommy sucks and gulps down the ice cream. He turns and wiggles his arse, I scoop a big dollop and paste it up his crack, I dive in, licking up the melting goo along with his musky, sticky arse juices and distilled excretions. He farts, 'an angels kiss' he says as I lick his hole out. We daub the ice cream all over each other and lick it off, exploring each others bodies, then blast off the remaining streaks in the shower. I dry him carefully, we lay down and he says 'do me Chris, I'm fucking knackered, any more beers I'm parched?' We drink the beers, cuddling and chatting in bed, I'm buzzing and need a piss, Tommy joins me and we piss together in the pan, I flush, we brush our teeth side by side and like an old married couple snuggle up in bed. 'Night Chris' 'G'night Tommy' Seconds later he's lying on his back, snoring. I push him on his side and spoon him, his cock heavy and soft. I lie awake, worrying, just how could we be together? Tommy needs a job to earn, I need a career to stop being a beach bum, could we combine the two? I saw an advert for Leeds Uni MBA course and thought thats what i'll do. Its 12 months in Leeds with Tommy. give me some business expertise. Now how can we get Tommy a job, butchers shops are closing all over, he's been telling me, he needs to be in work doing what he loves or he'll go crazy. I had an idea that might work. I searched internet for Yorkshire farms for sale. As I looked on Strutt Parkers website, I found a farm, close to Grassington, part hill, part lowland and it had a traditional farmhouse and outbuildings and bunk house for workers. I asked my agent to suss it out and get professional view on expected income and expenditure to see if it was viable. Two days later I got an email with the report, I phoned Colin my agent who explained that it's not viable as it is, but Terry, the agricultural consultant said it would be if you could increase the flock but you'd need more acerage, and it just so happens there is a first refusal right on an adjacent 200 acres in the sale. We discussed the asking price and Colin said, `look if you're serious put in a `body blow' low offer and see what they say, and I'll see about securing the extra acreage', `it's not to be in my name, I said use a blind trust', `understood' said Colin. Tommy Whatsapped from the train, a dirty little video of him slowly dropping a thick log, with him hard, wanking off as it dropped into the pan. `You'll drop your phone in' I said, `feels great, not as good as your cock though' he replied. we hung up and I gave it ago, he's right it does feel good. I bought the farm for a good price and Colin negotiated the extra land. I asked Colin to employ the current team and keep it going. Terry, the consultant joined as General Manager, playing the country squire role with aplomb. He cost £350 a day so no money to be made on the sheep farm just yet. Tommy did drop his phone down the toilet, he was trying to get a photo of a log just decending when it fell off the seat into a pan of piss and oddly, stopped working. He recovered the sim and used his mums old phone to text me. I texted back a still of my ass, with a poo peeking from my ring! `Bastard, he replied, that's just cost me 75p for a picture message'. I texted him back, `look my old iPhone is sitting in a draw, I much prefer it was pointing at your cock taking videos for me, I'll send it you.' `well, I am still skint after Spain, so go on then, thanks X' He sent me his address and I went to the local phone store to buy an iPhone12 a case and saw a suction mount for car windows (or toilet seats). The Asian guy put it in a box along with a charger and a cable. At the corner shop they gave me a DHL black bag and a pen and £9 later it was on its way to Yorkshire. I texted Tommy, it will be with you tomorrow, love you (and your kinky video's) X I'd stopped jerking off, is this love I thought? Living with blue balls was getting difficult, I got shiny horny just thinking of rugged Tommy my lad. I had a night emission dreaming of Tommy sucking me off. I waited eagerly for Terrys weekly report, much about tupps and tupping, ringworm and so forth but the bottom line was the plan was working and the farm was expected to break even if lamb prices kept up, even with the consultants fees, this was progress enough. Terry was bored though running the farm and had taken another consulting offer so he was leaving in a months time. He recommended that I promote Dave to be Farm Manager, he's the one that showed Terry the ropes 3 months ago now and it would be a great promotion just before Christmas. I said go ahead, and no I didn't want to tell him, I don't exist remember? The deed was done, Terry left and I had Dave complete a weekly report, he didn't have the same turn of phrase but was accurate and knowledgeable and I trusted his opinions. Tommy had until his exams in May then he'd be done with college and be looking for work as a butchers boy, first step on the ladder. Tommy said his new phone was great, he'd laughed at the `toilet seat mount' but it worked. I've a series of videos of logs appearing and falling into the pan, both magical and strangely horny. He's even started eating vegetables and `fucking All Bran' in his words to get stiffer logs. I told him about the sweetcorn test and we laughed then we went quiet as we made `digital' love, me with a dildo, him with a courgette then splashing our cum onto the phone screen as we shot together. I hired a cottage in Skipton for over Christmas and telling his mum he was sleeping over with mates in Skipton. We lit the log fires, shagged and survived on cum, Christmas cake and endless boxes of butter shortbread biscuits from his aunt. Christmas Day he asked his mum if he could bring one of his mates he'd met in Spain. I had a day enmeshed in his small family, his mum said `call me Helen' and his younger sister Amy was shy like Tommy, the same bashful smile. I took small gifts I'd bought in Skipton and received a pair of socks. I had work to do in California so had to leave cold Yorkshire and hot Tommy and fly off to San Fransisco and the apartment in Monterey. My IRS was due and documents needed signing, so my advisor told me. I wanted Tommy to come with me but it was just too weird and out of his realm, I wanted a proud working lad not a pussy mouthed, simpering sucker on my arm. I had to play this very carefully. I needed work for Tommy, I broached the idea of butchering the farm lambs ourselves and selling them direct via a butchers shop or even packaging the butchered meat up for sale in supermarkets. Terry said the supermarket idea was unprofitable and they'd screw me, a butchers shop couldn't cope with the high volume output from the farm, but a farm shop would attract many customers and be a great outlet for the farm. I asked the agent to look for sites around Skipton. Looking at Google Maps, I thought the new Skipton bypass might be promising, close enough for the local cities but still `in the country'. The agent did his magic and found an existing Farm Shop site that was owned along with another farm shop in Queensbury. The brothers had fallen out big time, it wasn't on the market yet but he thought if I made them a decent offer I'd probably be able to buy it. My financial adviser was not impressed at the idea, I countered with `you thought the farm was crazy but it's turning a profit' he conceded and gave me a figure not to go over. I made an offer just below what the agent thought it would bring on the market and the argumentative brothers agreed and were paid out. I transferred the existing staff over to new contracts and promoted the under manager to manager. The butchery manager was about 60, his wife was ill and I bet he'd jump at chance of a payoff to retire. I kept this in my mind if I needed to create a vacancy for an aspiring, sexy, well hung, horny lad I happened to know biblically. Monterey was hot, the people vacuous, the best time was that spent WhatsApping Tommy in the early morning to catch him just going to sleep and to watch him cum bucketloads onto his phone screen or to watch his latest pervy anal video, he's discovered beads, big ones. decided to do an MBA specialising in retail and marketing. I told Tommy that I'd selected Leeds and enrolled as a student on their one year course, my degree and money being ample prerequisites. 'So that means we'll fucking well be together, I can't wait to be with you'. Fuck I thought im getting in real deep here, financially and emotionally.