Tommy a Northern Lad

By Scribbler Lad

Published on Oct 26, 2023

Gay

Tommy, A Northern Lad-14 House of Cards

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Its all happening for Chris and Tommy

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Part 14 - House Of Cards

The week started peacefully, then boom. It is gonna be difficult for me to relate this as I'm choking up already, but I'll do my best;

On Tuesday I'm visiting Waitrose buyers with Dave in Marlborough, down south, at some country house they use for head office. I get back late. The house is in darkness. No Tommy, his car is parked up, keys and house keys on the table, then I see the envelope. `To Chris'. I open the letter, shaking, heres what I read.

Chris, You've really hurt me, I'm a broken man. Why did you do it, how could you be so cruel to hurt me so bad. I've left, I don't want anything that associates me with you.

You've used me from day 1, from a bit of lads cock in Spain, to being your live in rent boy, a good fuck and cheap at the price.

It's all been a sham, my rapid promotion, my car, the house, even our wedding, all to keep me as your shag dog.

How do I know? Well, I heard it all in 'The Feathers', I went for a pint and something to eat as I knew you'd be late back. I sat at a quiet table and behind a privacy screen there was a group of lads from Moorcock sat having a drink.

Ged was mouthing off then the fucking queer told me I was beautiful', the lads laughed, he must be addled, him and that fag Tommy, his holiday shag he picked up in Majorca, and now pays to be his pet fuck dog, he's nowt but a rent boy, driving about in his flash car, reckoning he's No1 fucking butcher, he's nowt but No1 fucking whore. Next morning the two queers left us in the house whilst they drove off to ogle the football team in the showers and wank off. I had a right good look around, KY jelly everywhere, fucking dildos, and god knows what, belts and straps, jock straps n pants with holes in. God now's what goes on up there, even the name more cock, fucking perverts.'

I left the pub unseen and drove to our quiet spot and it all clicked, yeah Ged was spot on, why hadn't I seen it before. I feel dirty, like I've been used.

Goodby,

Tommy'

I put the letter down. I cried and picked up his keys, Tommys wedding ring dropped clanking onto the table, I howled.

I drove to his Mums, I rang the bell, knocked on the door, no answer, then I started hammering at the door shouting 'if you don't open this door I'll break it down'.

Helen came to the door, 'is this true, what my Tommy is saying?

I shook my head,

`can I see him',

Helen continued

`but you did meet in Spain, you did buy the farm, you do employ him.',

`Yes',

I said,

`but this was so our relationship was exactly the opposite of what the bigot Ged said; fot Tommy to work, to share, to contribute.

I told you I'd never hurt Tommy, and I won't.

Heck, I could have simply moved Tommy in to my big house in London or US miles away from here, given him a car and we could just live off my money.

I recognised early on that wouldn't be the Tommy I fell for and love, Tommy needs to work, to contribute equally, I don't own the house the company does, yes I get paid a lot, I'm the MD for gods sake.

Tommy would have been promoted wherever he worked, he's been promoted on his own merits, he's earned it, he's not at my whim.'

I was angry now, angry that what Tommy and I had built up could be shattered so easily.

I said that I had been too trusting of a friends, friend who we didn't really know and that trust had been betrayed.

Helen listened intently. `Yes, I can see what you've tried to do, Tommys a proud Yorkshireman and wouldn't want to be a kept man. But that horrid Ged has twisted it and seriously betrayed your trust'.

I took the ring out of my pocket and I broke down in tears, give him this, please'. She took the ring, hugged me and said, let's see what tomorrow brings'. I left for the empty house.

I threw myself into work as a distraction. I resolved to make changes at Moorcock.

Firstly I contacted an independent branding agency with a wide ranging brief for a new name and visual identity for the company.

Secondly, I met with Maggie to see if the company had any policies regarding homophobic abuse, and explained that an employee had been overheard using vile homophobic language in public aimed at myself and No1 Butcher, and that the employee in question was a boyfriend or cohabiter of a member of the senior management team. What options did we have for lawful removal of employment. She said she would contact Pinsents lawyers in Leeds to seek the best employment law advice.

Thirdly, I wanted to look at the company processes, we were fragmented, especially the meat processing, to see where could we improve efficiency. I employed farming consultants to investigate the options. They would work with me directly as `surveyors and valuers' giving them access to all areas without hindrance or suspicion.

Maggie in HR came back with Pinsents advice. It was to sack Ged immediately, and if we wanted to then Kyle as well. They may take us to a tribunal for wrongful dismissal, even if we were found guilty, the damages would be limited to 12 months pay, well worth it I thought, but I couldn't see Ged wanting the publicity.

I had a meeting with Sally to discuss Kyle. We looked at his work record, how many new business ideas had he contributed and I came to the conclusion that apart from arranging our wedding that it was lots of talk but little activity. Sally said, actually Kyle had an assistant, a professional wedding planner.

I arranged a Staff Zoom at 10:30 for tomorrow, and left the offices, before I broke down, I needed to be strong in my dealings with them, not a blubbering wreck.

I spent the rest of the day at home, pacing, raging, crying. How could I have been so stupid, I had been blinded by Kyles youth, his good looks, his undoubted charm and his big cock. Ged had taken me in, but he was a snake, jealous of me and Tommy.

My phone alarm woke me up, cold, in bed, alone. I got up and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, I saw myself in the raw, no handsome guy at my side, no Californian tan, no 'on the mark' expensive haircut, eyes red through sobbing, darkness under my eyes from abusing my body and privilege. I was phyically sick. I forced myself to get dressed, cleaned up the vomit and drove to the office.

At 9:00 Ged was sacked for poor work record by Dave with support from Maggie. At the same time I sacked Kyle with support from Sally, for his continual not hitting of targets.

Ged tried to bully Dave saying he knew what we fags got up to. He was escorted off the premises by security. Kyle was shocked at his dismissal, but accepted the three months pay and use of the car, gardening leave.

At 10:30 I sat in my office and welcomed my teams and thanked them for attending this Zoom. I kept it short. Announced that I had sacked 2 members of staff for disloyalty earlier relating to insults made in public regarding my sexuality and for using my friendship to mask their poor performance at work.

I said the success of the company was due to my workforce, and for continued success we had to adapt and that I'd be announcing an exciting reorganisation of farming and food to take us to next level.

Tommy was on sick leave. I was bereft. I called, texted and WhatsApp'd him repeatedly. His mum said that she understood both our points of view and that it was up to us to sort it out. Quickly as it was making Toomy ill, he gadnt left his old room now for days.

I had a call from Bill Hadley who ran the garden centres that we had put the cafes in, asking if we could meet to discuss some ideas. Bill was in his early forties, his dad had built up the business from his cottage garden and an allotment, he had retired leaving Bill to run the garden centres, I liked Bill, he was tanned, relaxed, humerous and quite dashing.

Bill and I met at A65 store cafe for lunch. He came straight to the point, he said the village concept was going really well, that we didn't have the garden centre expertise nor the possibility of buying up sites all over the U.K. and so could only grow via them, they needed our food offering and farm shops to become destination shopping places. As we were so dependent on each other, why didn't we merge, pool our talents?

We could then go ahead and convert a greenhouse or storage area on every site to provide a farm shop, cafe etc. for them to be a destinations like the A65 store.

I said it sounded like a good idea, but why didnt he just sell us his business and retire.

He said, I'm too young, I bore easily and bedides, it keeps me young being around guys like you. He winked, took my hand and pulled me into a mild hug, releasing me he said 'think about it, you won't get another chance to expand nationwide, and one thats relatively risk free.

I was intrigued and chatted with my FA, who said he'd look into it.

Still no word from Tommy. My heart was heavy, I wasn't eating well, lots of takeaways. It had been 6 days now. No more Friday fun nights, or Saturday soccer.

I got the report from my FA. Bills garden centres were doing OK, family owned, not in too much debt, but struggling with a steadily declining market share and lack of investment, they were in a death spiral, then we came along and started to refurbish the cafes and introduced the Farm Shop and Village theme and in those sites sales and profits were rising sharply. He said we should go for a straight 50:50 ownership. Bill was right, we needed their garden centre expertise.

I had a miserable weekend, I dreamt of Tommy, I saw him naked in the pool floating like a starfish on his back, his cock on his thigh, grinning at me, like he used to do. I just cried and cried.

The next week ticked by. Tommy had taken 2 weeks off by now on 'sickness'. No contact. I called his mum, she took the call outside.

`He feels utterly betrayed, you've broken his heart Chris, he won't see you'

I just burst into tears,

`help me Helen please, I can't lose him, I just can't, tell me what I need to do.',

Look' she said I've had an idea', meet me at the coffee shop in Skipton, at 3pm'.

The coffee shop was full of mums and buggies, I sat nursing my coffee and in walked Helen, she ordered her drink and we chatted,

`gosh you look awful Chris'

and she held my hand, I nearly broke down but I kept it together.

`Now here's my idea', you're a bit of a whiz kid aren't you? Growing the business so fast, buying up the farms, the blooming garden centres and all that. Tommy can't be an equal in a business like that, ever, no matter how good he is as a butcher',

I was going to say something and she put her hand up to shush me.

`How much did you pay for the butchers shop',

I said `about £12k for the business, we lease the premises',

she said sell it to Tommy, 100%, for £12k, let him work in his own shop, for himself. He's got some savings you know and I'll fill the shortfall if I need to. Then you can go ahead being a whizz kid and making millions whilst Tommy works in his butchers, Prestons Meat and Pies'. He could live where he likes then, independently of the business, he might even chose to live with you'.

`Oh Helen, why didn't I think of that, will Tommy agree?',

`Dunno, he's meeting me here at 4pm. You'd better go, I'll call you later.'

Tommy said `What my own shop mum, my name above the door? Yeah I'd go for that, can we afford it, I don't want charity from him?',

`Chris just wants back what he paid, he's realised that he grew the company too quickly to take you along comfortably and he wants to separate love from business',

`yeah I agree with that, if I ever see that Ged ....'

Helen calls me, `it's a yes',

I say oh that's great Helen will he see me?' Tommy must've nodded, I heard his voice on the phone, my heart seemed to stop,

`will you have me back Chris, same as before, sharing the bills?'

I held back my tears and said `yes'.

`Thankyou, give me 1/2 hour' he said.

I heard his old banger chug up the drive and a knock at the door.

`Hi' he said,

`Hi' was all I could say.

We stood staring at each other, was the spark still there?

Tommy said `I missed you, clean start?',

I nodded, I was choked up, I grabbed him and hugged him tight crying into his shoulder, his skin on my nose so warm. His musk invaded me, a slight hint of soap, his acrid pit smell and a waft from his arse up his back, straight to my olfactory receptors, making my cock go wild, pulsing in my jeans, spewing out pre-cum, raging.

`I'm sorry Tommy, why did we trust him?',

`because we trusted Kyle',

`we've learned a big lesson, the hard way',

I leaned in closer and I saw Tommy close his eyes as we fell in for a kiss, soft at first, tentative, then bolder as we pushed our bodies together, exploring his back, my hands on his arse, oh that arse, I felt his muscles contract and his shaft through his jeans rub my shaft.

`Shall we?'

He said and he held my hand as he walked me up the stairs to my, no our bedroom, we stripped off and leapt into bed, shivering as the bed warmed up, spooning me, his cock in my arse crack, I wiggled back to feel him slide up my crack, he spat on his hand and daubed his shaft and sank in, I groaned `yes' as I felt his prickly pubes on my cheeks and he took me. After we just lay staring at each other.

I felt his hand, bare fingers, I got up and took Tommys and my wedding rings from the nightstand. We stood naked, hard, cocks sword fighting. He took my ring, held out my hand and slipped it on my finger,

`let's never separate again'

I nodded, and held Tommys hand and slipped it on

`for ever'.

Tommy grabbed my cock,

`how I've missed this'.

He knelt on all fours

all yours baby' and he wiggled his hips, his arse cheeks jiggling, his nuts tight on either side of his thick hairy tube. I took a deep breath, through my nose, smelling his raw essence. I was so horned up, I slid in on a bed of lube, and I just came oh baby' we said together as I pumped out 2 weeks of spunk into Tommys arse, 14 volleys gushing into him, my hips rocking, rocking, rocking as I moaned and moaned and moaned, Tommy arse muscles clenching squeezing out every drop.

I go through the sensitive few pumps, that searing pain and I'm still hard, Tommy says yeah baby, go again' and I'm pummelling my dick up his arse, long strides now the pain reducing, oh baby, oh baby' says Tommy, I'm lasting longer now, I pull out and Tommy flips on his back, I lift his legs, my turgid cock bobbing in front, and plough back in, pulling his legs wider, I'm going deeper, we scrunch up and we kiss, my first load is being sprayed out of his arse coating my cock white as I shoot in another, deep inside Tommy.

Tommy is hard, his cock is angry purple, his chest and neck flushed crimson red. I knelt and pushed my nose into his balls and licked up his sweaty, cummy perineum, smelling his musk, sticky on my cats tongue as he moaned, I sucked his precious eggs, forcing both in my mouth, he whimpered as I pushed them in hard, then spat them out, glistening now, his shaft hot to touch, an iron bar wrapped in velvet, licking all the way up, his foreskin bunched under his glans, I use the tip of my tongue to burrow deep in, hunting for cock cheese, I take his head in my mouth completely and tickle his frenulum with my tipped tongue, then a broad cats lick to swirl around the head then I push him deeper down my throat. How I've missed this. He came, salty. Tommy burst into my mouth, as he bucked his shaft. I swallowed, we shared a cummy kiss and fell asleep.

The shop lease was transferred, Tommy deposited the money in Moorcocks accounts and the simple documents proving his ownership were signed.

We were a couple again and Tommy was in charge of his own business. Tommy went to his work, I went to mine.

Tommy named his shop, `Prestons finest meat and pies'. He calculated he could keep the four original staff to butcher and bake and fulfil all their orders and keep their shop customers happy.

I was the happiest customer he had.

tbc.

Phew, thank heavens they're back together.

Thanks for reading, watch out to find out what happens in the next installment.

Dont forget to e-mail me your comments

scribblerlad@hotmail.com

Next: Chapter 15


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