Storm Zac

By Scribbler Lad

Published on Oct 30, 2024

Gay

Storm Zac - Part 1

A story about a chance encounter in the rain between Frank an insurance office worker and Zac just reaching 19 both caught up in a storm.

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Storm Zac - Part 1

It was a night from hell, a bleak late November night, it had seemed to be raining for a week. The glossy streets reflecting the brash joy of the Christmas lights.

The TV in the insurance company reception showed submerged cars and people kayaking down Main Streets in the lowland villages around here. A rain and windswept reporter gives her piece to camera for the six o'clock news.

`Boston hunkers down as Storm Zac whips in, hot on the heels of Storm Yugo that has lashed and devestated coastal communities and caused widespread flooding in New Hampshire'.

I switched the set off and set the intruder alarm and locked up, it's a bummer being a key holder, always the last out, waiting for some fuckwit to change their shoes or unlock their bicycle. Don't they realise that I too have a home to go to?

Well I say home, after Brandon walked out it's just a millstone around my neck, too expensive, too big, no need for the pretend second bedroom to keep his Methodist folks happy.

I heard the all set' audio signal from the alarm box, locked the door and left the porch. I hunkered down in my rain coat and walked to the Interchange and looked at the departure board. A long line of cancellations showed, water pooling at my feet dripping from my coat. A guy stood by me shivering, he was absolutely soaked through, his red hair plastered to his head, his rosy freckled face incongruous against his grubby, worn fatigues saturated. His teeth scattered, fuck, I'm gonna get crucified, I'm so late'.

I coughed and the guy turned and looked at me. Foul night eh?' I said Looks like nobody's going anywhere tonight, no busses, where are you headed for?'

Through chattering teeth the guy said he'd got a 7 furlough and that he was on his way home, heading for a small town about 30 miles away. He checked his pockets for something, then his other pocket, his chest pockets, he looked crestfallen,

`Shoot, looks like in the crowd getting off the bus I've gone and lost my wallet with my travel permit and everthing',

`Check again, here let me hold your bag'

He checked again, all he found was the stub of his used bus ticket.

He pointed to the embroidered name tag on his camo jacket, its so saturated its hard to tell it's camo.

`Nice to meet you Zac', I proffered my hand, he shook, his grip was firm and his hand felt so hot against mine.

`You're cold sir, this rain ain't doing any of us any favors, I'm gonna backtrack to see if I can find my wallet',

`I'll come with you, four eyes and all that',

`Thanks mister',

`call me Frank, please',

We walked his route to the bus stand, the water streaming down in the gully's, the bus station deserted now with just a few people running past getting soaked in the storm.

The PA announced that no services were due until morning and that for safety the depot was now closing.

Zac looked lost Shoot, I've no money, barely any ID just my tag, no where to stay. He started to tear up. It's my first leave, I'm a new recruit, I hate it, I hate the bullying and missing my folks, the guys say I'm slow, but I just need to be shown, thas'all, then I can do it perfect evertime',

`Well I ain't going nowhere either tonight. Come on son, follow me, let's get out of this rain',

I said and I opened my coat and pulled him in and tied the belt around us both, I could feel his heart racing as we ran and stumbled back to my offices.

`This is where I work, we can stay here the night then pick up where we left off tomorrow. Seem OK?' I said,

He nodded, a bit apprehensive, `if your sure mister, I mean Frank',

`I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it, come on in and let's get dry, in case the power cuts off'.

I unlocked the door, turned off the alarm and locked up. I lead him to my office. As head of risk, I'd done quite well and had a good sized office with a couch and seating area to meet clients and fund managers, and a small bathroom and shower off.

I think the last occupiers had this as their MD's office. The shower is used mostly now by cyclists to waste my working time, I mean to freshen up after a `long' ride in, their choice, my time.

Anyway, I was cold now, I knew from doing all nighters for end of year accounts that the BMS would recognise our presence and keep the room at a constant temperature.

`Well Zac, this is my office, it's cold now but it will warm when the sensors detect we are here, I start to wave my arms about, Zac joins in,

`There, listen, hear, that's the fans kicking in' I could feel warm air billowing out of the grilled and the radiators starting to warm through.

`We'd better get out of these wet clothes, we can strip off, warm up in the shower and dry our clothes on the radiators. There's probably some food of sorts in the kitchen, and we can sleep on the couch, if the rain doesn't ease. Sound like a plan?',

`my folks will be worried', said Zac,

`Well let's call them', I looked at the phone on the desk.

`It's 9 for a line, then dial the number',

he dialled the number and the line never rang.

`phones must be down' he said,

I passed him my cell and he dialled, `shoot, its just the same' he said.

`Well not much we can do now but to get warmed up and wait it out'.

I ran the shower and said, `you strip off Zac and get warmed up under the hot water and I'll see what I can find to wear'.

I closed the door on him and went to the main office, I know we have promotional hoodies and othervtat, giveaways at trade shows and events. I rummaged around in the store cupboard and ignoring the boxes of mouse mats, torches and pens, I located a box of clothing,

`let's see what's in here', I mumbled.

I grab a couple of hoodies and T shirts, then see track suit bottoms, emblazoned with the company logo across the ass. I smiled.

I take them through and hear the shower running, I open the door a notch as the shower turns off, the curtain yanks back and looking out from the shower is Zac, the towel over his face as he dries his hair. I almost faint, he's gorgeous, I say something stupid as he drops the towel from his face

`Hey Frank, great, you found some clothes, I feared we'd be nekkid all night, awkward or what!, I feel much better now I'm warmed through'.

I mumbled something incoherent. The sight of his body was seared into my retina. Blood coursing to my cock like a steam pump.

He continued 'I'll make the hot drinks whilst you shower, hope you don't mind but theres no room in there to change so I got undressed out here.'

My boner must have been evident through my wet tight trousers surely?

He throws me the towel, his pendulous cock swaying, knocking his knees almost. His bull balls hanging swaying in sympathy. His skin ruddy, his bush red like his hair but purer, a vivid auburn red unsullied by the sun. I imagine his strong thighs are from pulling cattle, and his thick farm boy arms from hauling bales of hay and mending fences.

`Come on Frank you'll catch your death, you're not shy are you?'

I mumbled again. Immobile.

Here, let me help you get out of those tight wet things, you must be in shock, same thing happened to my buddy on night manoeuvres once, he just stood stock still, couldn't move he was so cold. I soon warmed him up, buddy heat', they call it. Officer said I saved his life as he kicked my butt into the truck for being late'.

Before I could shake my head no, Zac was undoing my shirt buttons and peeling the wet shirt off me. I shucked off my shoes. His hands warm against my cold skin as he undid my trousers belt and button fly, opening me up, he pulled the trousers out, like wings and yanked them down. Being wet my trousers and underpants were as one, revealing my rampant package.

`Looks like we both got the same problem' says Zac looking at my cock swaying as he pulls my trousers down and I pull them off.

He pushes me into the shower room, all steamy now and I expected him to leave.

`Let's get you warmed up. Hot water and buddy heat will soon get you going again'. As he spoke he hugged me tight a great bear hug.

`Your cold mister',

`Frank', I say, he nods.

We hug in silence. The shower running hot on my back warming up my frozen shoulders, cascading down my back and over my cold arse cheeks. Zacs cheek resting on on my pecs, his palms wide on my shoulders, pressing flesh on flesh, warming through.

`You're getting warmer Frank',

Zac says as he turns me around, I feel the immediate loss of contact, a wave of sadness washes over me, just the water jet on my front now, not his muscular compact frame, not his big hands, not his burning erect shaft, not his cheek with its ruddy complexion and soft boy-man whiskers.

He is standing behind me in the compact space. I start a little as he lays his head on my shoulder and kisses it lightly, his hands caress my pecs and move down to my abs, and back up. I push my head under the spray and rock my head back into his, and moan.

At first I feel a tickle at my ass crack, then a searing heat as his pipe pressed snuggly into my crack as he continues to rub my front. The apple gel smell invades the air,

`oh he's washing me' I think, in a half dream.

His hands wash my balls and cock, he feels its weight, its girth. It was Brandon's favourite part of me, turns out the only part he liked and `big cocks are ten a penny in Boston' he reminded me as he threw his key on the table, picked up his bags and left.

`Feel better Frank?'

I nod, Zac breaking into my consciousness.

`You're so wound up, so tense, just relax'.

He turns me to face him as he bear hugs me again `You need more buddy heat', he says,

soaping my back and washing down to my glutes and into my arse crack, his soapy hands sliding everywhere quickly, then slowing down, mirroring his swaying abs now as he grinds into me, our cocks pressed into our abs.

He pauses and with his arms on my shoulders he pushes me back to the wall and stands back himself, looking down at tiled floor, we're stood a cock length apart.

`You're in good shape Frank' he says as his eyes lift sliwly, scanning my body, he takes hold of my cock, looking into my eyes, his green eyes deep, his pupils so black, so wide, feeling the heft again, sizing me up. Measuring my narrow shouldered lithe swimmers frame.

`You're a runner aren't you'

I nod.

`Keeps you fit, looking at you, I'd say your my cousin Hanks age, he's 29 or 30?'

`27' I say

`Not far off'

`You'

`I'm 19 next February',

`Nice' I say,

`What My age?',

`No you, all of you'.

I see him blush deeper red, his chest flushed like a chameleon. I held his cock, feeling his weight, his girth, his balls.

`Thanks for saving me tonight' he says,

`Who's saving who?' I said and leaned forward and as he tilted his face towards me, his eyes closed and we embraced tightly and kissed. His lips soft, his moustache half prickles and silk. He's impatient now, pushing me back against the tiles, the water on our clenched shoulders, running between us if it could. His tongue pushes in.

He's forceful, he breaks free, embarrassed.

He shuts off the shower and gets out to dry, opening the outer door, the colder air flooding in.

I step out and grab him, locking him in my arms, wanting to show him that I want him, no, not want but need him right now; we need each other.

I kiss him, delve my tongue in, feel his ass, his glutes of solid muscle, trace down his back, from his silky nape, down his deep valley to his ass crack and delving my fingers in to his pucker. I feel him judder as I touched his hole then felt him tighten up his cheeks around my palm, then his groan as he pressed his body into mine.

I pick the towel off the door hook and wrap it around his broad shoulders and dry him. We share the towel drying each other, exploring each other in the cramped space, our whole world right now, safe, warm, all we need.

Zac presses my prick down and watches it spring back up, laughing,

`You were front of the line when they were handing those out!'

He laughed as it sprang back up to slap on my abs.

I did the same to his

`you were not far behind' I say.

`You're fucking beautiful' I say,

`You're fairly hot yourself',

`Fairly' I say and flick him with the towel as I run out of the door into my office. He does a flying tackle around my waist, his head pressed into my abs, gripping me and we fall onto the chesterfield couch.

`You gay Frank?',

`Yes',

`Cool',

`And you',

`Think so',

`Fooled around before',

`Jus Cousins a bit older than me',

`Hank?',

`No his younger brother Jason, he's 21 now in the navy',

`Probably getting plenty, I laugh',

Zac digs me in the ribs.

Tell me about Jason' I say, you warm enough, cos I'm getting a bit chilly?'.

Tbc

Next: Chapter 2


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