Storm Zac - Part 3
A story about a chance encounter in the rain between Frank an office worker and Zac, an 18 year old serviceman both caught up in a storm.
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Storm Zac - Part 3
We got off the bus and walked to my apartment, on Mcmann Court, Salem NH.
I opened the door and we went in, he dropped his bags, dropped his shorts and pulled off his hoodie.
`I need a pee' he said,
`I'm joining you',
I stripped off quickly and we rested our arms on the wall and pissed into the pan, rapidly chubbing up.
`How come you're not cut?',
I asked as he skinned back, his messy spray narrowing to a single stream.
`Ma said Pa was upset when I was born due to my vivid coloring and they nearly separated because of me, then I was sorta ignored, no christening either. Ma said she had to escape the farm to get me registered on the 10th day. Ma named me after stopping for a soda and seeing Zac's department store across the road'.
We pissed in silence, exhaling, taking in the news. I looked over at Zac, he gave me his shy grin back, I looked down at his cock, he was pumping his erect penis slowly, his veins popping purple on his long shaft, a drop of piss trickled quickly down the shiny acorn head followed by a slower, thicker spew of pre-cum, he played with his nuts, his fingers on his perineum, jiggling his balls, sniffing his fingers unknowingly as boys do.
`Through here' I said and we jumped into the bed, warming it up by wrestling, fuck he's strong, and wiley. He pinned me, my arms over my head, my pits showing, grinning up at him, his weight on me, making it hard for me to breath.
He leaned over and kissed me, reducing his pressure on my arms, I sensed my chance, I thrust up, pushing my abs and cock into his abs and tipped him over.
I'm sat on him now, my cock like an iron bar stuck out in front of me, his cock behind me, I jiggled back and could feel his hot shaft branding my lower back. I had his arms pinned, his chest broadened out, his pits dark with sweat, his body narrowing To his waist , to his abs, to his V then disappearing under my rampant cock. I nuzzled into his pits and licked the and spit drooled his sweat into his mouth, he licked his lips.
`Truce?',
He nodded,
`You gotta say it' I said,
Truce' he said then scouts honour',
He hugged me tight, raising up to kiss my shoulders. I opened the nightstand drawer and found the lube. I reached behind me and smeared his shaft, and then under me on my hole.
I reared up and he held his cock at the base, like a rocket. I fell slowly onto his shaft, him piercing me, I grimaced. I thought of Rocket man and yes `it's been a long long time'.
He looked concerned.
`It's been a while' I said,
`You're gonna get no other cock but mine from now on, you know that don't you?',
`I do',
I said, saying my vows in my mind as I sank down on him until my ass touched his thighs.
Fuck' he said that feels beautiful'.
I certainly thought so.
His lad instinct took over as he wanted to feel as much sensation as he could. He bucked me up roughly, trying to move his cock in my ass.
I slowly lifted and sank down, a slow rhythm, when I lifted he started to buck violently, then I'd fall down, trapping his cock, feeling his dick pulse like crazy then cool him down, then lifting off he'd repeat the hammering and as I fell down to rest on his thighs he'd try to calm down. He was moaning for release, for him to shoot.
I pulled off and he went to wank his cock. I slapped his hand away and I span over, laying on my back, I lifted my legs high, pulling them back by my arms on my thighs. He shuffled up on his knees towards me, I rested my ankles on his shoulders, his cock bobbing with his heartbeat, sweat on his brow and that grin, his eyes sparkled as he sank in,
`oh yes, oh fucking yesety, yes' he moaned quietly.
`Ride me cowboy' I said.
He slapped my butt and started to plough my furrow, deep and fast, the slap slap slap of his bull nuts swinging and bashing my ass, and his thrusting deep, oh so deep sent me to heaven. He adjusted and found the angle for my prostate and I moaned, oh how I moaned, my hearing went quieter, my moans louder as I felt my body rise, my vision went dark with lights like fireworks as he hit my prostate on every thrust.
I was somehow looking down on him fucking me, a drone shot that zoomed in on his cock power-driving my ass, lube and ass juices collecting in a white ring around the conjoined flesh, his abs crunching, flexing, his bale lifting arms tensed, sculpted, gripping my waist, his face flushed, his tongue stuck out a little as he concentrated on getting off, his chest heaving oxygen into his lungs, his chest flushed red, the edges of his ears ivory white like bacon rind, a dusty palor to his skin like beetroot sprinkled with talc. He's moaning now along with me, in tune, building for release.
`Pull out',
I hear me say and as his cock rises level to my face he shot, hands free, his cock like a gattling gun firing his seed all over my face. I caught a few spurts in my mouth savouring the hot juice with its almond nutty flavour, sweeter than Brandon's acrid fluid.
He kisses the cum off my face whilst gently pulling the skin over my glans, like only uncut boys know how to do, I gasped as he thrust his tongue roughly in my mouth sealing my air channel. I tried to breathe through my cum filled nostrils as my cock spurted plume after plume between our sweaty bodies. I arched my back as I shot as finally my cock was hurting, spurting only dust.
Zac eventually released the seal pulling his tongue out of my mouth and I heaved breath into my lungs and snorted out a cummy, snotty, stream from my nose which Zac diligently cleaned up with kisses, he then licked up every spurt of cum, retracing their trajectories from my cocktip to their landing with a cats tongue up my body till I was all cleaned up,
`Less washin' sheets this way, Jason trained me to always clean up after ourselves',
`Good advice' I said as Zac swallowed the last dribbles from my cummy soft cock.
I pull over the duvet and we hugged ourselves to sleep. A late morning sleep, cosy, safe, sexy.
My phone rings, it's the office, I chat and negotiate the rest of the week off, so long as I check my emails at end of each day.
I rolled over and looked at Zac, sleeping on his front, his ruddy skinned ass, his strong back, his arms outstretched in a curve above his head, his ginger hair resplendent atop his weathered ruddy face. His skin has a matte finish, dusty, I prod his rosy ass cheeks, my finger leaves a white mark.
He snuggles into the pillow, asleep, Zac lifts his ass off the mattress a little and breaks wind, one arm lowers and he fondles his balls in his sleep. I smile and breathe deeply, what a lad I've bagged. I look at his ass close up, the curve of his cheeks form an inverted `Y' and in the gap I can see his thick, hairy, perineal pipe and his bull balls, I blow on them, the pipe expands as blood is pumped into his shaft.
I carefully position my face over his butt, I drool a trickle of spit on the pipe and watch the silvery stream run down. I catch it on my arrowed tongue, the musk heavy in the air and pushing my nose in I suck his perineum and nibble along until I get to his balls and lick them, the skin tastes almost salty. He rises his butt a little making room for his erection and lets another tiny blow of wind off.
I'm so close to him, watching his cock, hard under him, pressed into his belly between the sheet and the mattress.
I gently part his cheeks with my warm hands and peer in at his pucker, the cheeks have sticky residue on the sides and the dark ginger hairs are matted with sticky musk. I drool again, the warm spit glistening, tiny bubbles snagging on the golden hairs. I arrow my tongue and lick up the musk. He snuffles and rises his ass off the bed.
I pull back and watch his hands grab his package and lower back down. I blow on his ear and he moves his head, again I blow, this time he turns on his side, I can spoon him now, in his sleep, I blow his ear again and he rolls over onto his back.
I blow on his cock head and watch it pulse and rise, so sensitive. His hand grips his shaft, his knees rise up a little, he's pumping his cock slowly, then he fingers under his balls, playing with the orbs, his hand moves away. I lick the sticky bunched up foreskin, his hand grips his dick lifting it away from his abs. I gently place my tongue underneath it and as his hand moves away his cock lowers onto my tongue and I envelop the head in my mouth.
He moves his head side to side as I build up tempo, sucking and licking under his frenulum and pushing into his piss slit to mop up the salty precum. I grip his cock now as I pull off to reposition and straddle him, facing him, I pump and suck,
`What time is it?'
he says then groans and arches his back, his balls rise as I grip them with one hand and his shaft with the other and feel the muscles contract deep under and pulse out his load, plumes of cum jetting out, pure white on his roseate skin, a flush across his chest.
`Fuck, what a way to wake up' he says
I lick up his body, swallowing his essence, licking his jetted jizz, plumes extending up to his face, gulping down his cum.
He rolls over, I straddle him, and eat out his ass, pushing saliva into his crack, I rise up his body kissing him, he shoves a pillow under his cock to raise him higher, I'm kissing his nape, his skin red hot, so warm, my cock is at his gate, I push forward, he is tight, I push harder and slide in, up to my pubes in one slick move, kissing his neck as he starts to fuck into the pillow, I move the opposite way to lengthen the strokes and I'm in bliss land.
It's not long until I shoot, my full weight on him as my cock pulses and pulses out my load into him as I slaver and kiss his neck, I'm weeping silently, I think I'm in love. I pull the cover over and we turn together, still coupled, me spooning him, my cock still hard up his hole. My cum dripping out, wet, sticky on my pubes. I play with his hair, making red ringlets, he snores.
We sleep.
I awake, lover boy is on his front, splayed out like a starfish, I thought of Brandon. I'm ravenous, it's about 4.30pm, looking out of the window, I see people and cars, the small town busy in the gathering winter gloom. We've slept the afternoon.
I've eggs and bacon, tomatoes, hash browns, bread.
I don't bother dressing, it's a bit chilly but I'm used to it. I put on an apron, I learned with Brandon that those spitting dots of molten fat sting on your prick. I'm not a risk assessor for nothing. I'm used to cooking for two, it's easier somehow.
I think of my being Brandon's `little lady' doing the chores then going off to work, caged up in the penis restrictor and an anal plug up my ass all day. Then back home on the bus to this small town hoping that he'd unlock me if he'd had a good day drawing or had sold some prints. I'd cook and clear up, maybe do the laundry, he liked clean sheets and towels daily.
Then he'd tease me, humiliate me and laugh at my cock, aching at the restrictor, distended, pushing against the metal as he rotated the plug, finally pulling it out and letting me clean myself out in the shower, I had to be pure, not a hint of anything nasty, if I was lucky he'd unlock the restrictor and I'd be hard on the bed, he'd secure my wrists in the harness and get out his toys, opening me up, before I sucked him off. Then he'd edge me telling me if I could come, more often than not I'd be locked away again or left harnessed all night.
I kept his toys in case he came back. I loved him in a weird way. It seems strange now to be in charge, in control, I'm liking it.
Zac is my first guy since Brandon. How can I keep him? Is this the life I want, a lonely apartment in a small town? My thoughts are interrupted by a warmth on my back, two strong arms hug me, riding up the apron to my pecs, pulling me back and tweaking my nips, a hard wetness in my exposed ass crack, rubbing up and down my cheeks. I push my ass out and bend as he slides in me, in one, he groans and I rise up, standing, we are coupled, as one.
Zac reaches out his arms in front and shakes the fry pan, picks up the spatula and flips the bacon. He gives his cock a pulse, still up me, and kisses my shoulder.
We straddle walk together and I bend to get the plates from the dresser, he pushes into me, fucking me, his balls slapping, in a frenzied teenage attack he nuts up me, grunting, I feel his drool on my back as he slobbers his face on me as he jerks out his load.
He slithers out, long and soft, my asshole gapes, I feel his cum running out as I slowly close up.
`Gorgeous' I say as he grins at me,
`I'll set the table' he says and gets out the plates, glasses for juice and side plates.
I'm turning the food in the pan.
`I'll do the toast'
and he takes over the toaster, buttering and slicing, looking over at me with that grin.
His young, naked body even more beautiful when in action, moving about, his muscles contracting and relaxing.
`How do you like your eggs?' I say, mesmerised by his beauty.
`Cooked' he says.
I dish up and we eat, in silence, the drama of the storm gone, the sex has satisfied us, I find I've not a lot to say, not a lot to offer this guy on the cusp of his life, my mouth goes dry but my eyes tear up.
Zac looks at me,
`why so sad?' He says.
I can't explain' is all I've got. I need a new life'.
I've not been honest with you' says Zac. You know when I said I had furlough for a week, well that was a lie',
`I'd guessed as much',
`I've deserted',
`You'd better tell me what happened. But first let's clear away'.
We clear away and Zac washes up and I dry, he's obviously used to this and he dots suds on my nose and squeezes my ass cheeks playfully as I bend to put away the dishes.
`I'm getting cold, let's find some clothes.' I say,
I sort out trakkie bottoms and the insurance fleece tops and we snuggle up on the sofa
`So what's happened, tell me everything, I won't judge or throw you out, I mean that Zac'.
He tells me about his family, the farm where he was brought up, his younger brother and sister and how he was the eldest, how they're all dark haired and brown eyed and stocky. How different he grew up to be, ginger, taller, broader shoulders, longer legs.
It transpired that his mother had been cheating on her boyfriend and got knocked up. She couldn't really say who the father was. Pa was the longstanding boyfriend and anyways they got married and borrowed heavily to buy the farm. Pa wasn't a good farmer and Ma was helping out as best she could. Dad must've had an inkling I wasn't his due to my colouring, ma said she had Scottish ancestors but that didn't wash and well, when he my brother and sister turned up he guessed he'd been duped.
He was always cold and standoffish with me, and when he caught me fucking the twins from the neighbouring farm then he threw me out right there and then for being a pervert.
I came back that night and threw pebbles at the window and my brother hid me in a space we used to hide in as kids, right in the centre of the hay bales where I slept. I crept out the next day and signed up. My bro intercepted the post so Pa wouldn't see and Ma signed the form and I was enlisted.
They took me straight away, said I was perfect for the army logistics corp.
`So, how old are you?
`17 going on 18 in February',
`Mmm that's a problem',
`Did you try to call your mother?'
`No, I was faking that',
`All I can think of is that you get in touch with her and say you are safe and being well cared for'.
He hugged me tighter.
`Let's look on Google maps, where is your farm?' He pointed to the map on my phone.
`Shoot that's only 15 miles away. Where's your school?'
`North Salem High',
`that's no distance. Could you go back to your school, would it be too difficult for you?',
`I guess I could see if they'd have me, I was in swim team and soccer team, my grades were pretty good. It's only a few weeks into the term',
`Are you out?',
`Heck no!',
`So here's my plan, call your mother, stay here with me, return to school',
`Yay' he said and hugged me.
`Shall I dial?'I said,
`No, I'll do it, pass me the phone, can I give her this number and address?',
`Do you want to?',
He nodded.
I wrote it down for him,
`Call from your bedroom if you like?',
`My bedroom, aren't we, you know?',
`If you want to, but tell your mother you have your own room, that I work in Boston in insurance, my folks are from Syracuse in New York State. That I don't bite, that we met during the storm'.
He closed the door and I heard crying, then chattering, then silence and him talking loudly. He came back in.
`Well that's sorted, do you have a car?' I nodded.
`Ma says we can go tomorrow, Dads picking up supplies in town and he usually meets friends and they shoot pool for a couple of hours or so, heaven knows how he drives back, sometimes he leaves the truck and gets a lift, they throw him out at the gates. Anyways Ma will text when he's set off.',
`Ma said about me paying my way, things are tight?',
`I've got you covered pal',
We snuggle up in the bed, no sex tonight, I'm happy just to look at him as he sleeps, my big boned, beautiful boy.
We get the text next morning, we set off, it's only 15 miles away! We pull up at a ramshackle vegetable farm, lots of cloches, greenhouses and hard work. There's a small, poorly stocked, farm shop. I pull up as directed. His brother and sister run up to Zac and they run off together, his mother follows, looks me up and down and shakes my hand.
I say `nice to meet you ma'am',
`Don't you be ma'aming me, it's Dot, we've got to talk, I'll close up now and we can chat whilst I pack Zacs things.', She snuffled,
`Oh dear I told myself I wouldn't cry, has he told you',
I nod,
`of course, he'd tell you everything'. I nodded.
I comforted her, my arm around her shoulder as we walked into the house, Zac and his siblings chatting, their eyes on us as we walked upstairs. He shares with his brother, a single bed each, his side of the room had the paraphernalia of youth, school cups, medals on the shelf, WWF posters on the wall.
I sit as Dot puts his clothes into a laundry bag as she talks about her boy, what he's like, how well he was doing at school, she wants to tell school the family have fallen out and he's staying with an uncle. I say I can live with that, and that we both want to keep Zac safe from his dad hitting him or worse, she said she wouldn't tell him where he's staying.
I mentioned about the fact he's deserted, that there will be consequences and he should consider giving himself up. She shook her head.
`no, I don't want him to leave one bully here to only be bullied in the Army, I'll never let him step foot in that hell-hole again nor ever have his Pa touch him again. I am just so thankful that the Lord saw fit to send an angel to rescue Zac on a stormy night.'.
Bags packed, we took the offer of vegetables and Zac hugged his mother, brother and sister,
`see you at school tomorrow',
he said and we drove back to the apartment.
I checked in at the office. I arranged to work from home 3 days a week, I am the boss after all, I promoted my Junior Assessor to Chief Assessor to handle face to face meetings and so forth, she was pleased with the raise. I feel guilty as we are extra busy handling claims after the storm.
I asked my FA for a statement of assets. Could I buy somewhere, someplace new or was I stuck renting this expensive, sterile place?
I helped Zac unpack his clothes in his room. I explained no matter what we actually did that this had to be his room, that Dot had agreed to this as a condition.
He said he understood and that seeeing his school cups and his gear on his desk actually comforted him. He finally had his own space after sharing at home and in the army.
He came into my room in the night. I was lulled asleep by his breathing and his heat at the side of me. I felt his cock slip up my ass early morning as he rocked himself off up my chute in the dawn light then fell asleep again, his morning wood bathed in his earlier spunk.
We showered together, we had a quick breakfast and I drove him to North Salem High. I dropped him off a little away from the bus stop and he waved to his pals and they walked in together in animated conversation.
I got my head down on the computer and phone and had a productive day. I picked him up, his brother was with him.
`Can Lonnie come for tea and see my room, please Uncle?',
`Call your mom',
Dot said it was OK. They had got the nod. They chatted all the way, sat in the back of the car laughing.
Zac and his bro referred to me as Uncle. It felt good. No questions asked about whose brother I was.
We had an early evening bowling game and a burger. The town girls eyeing up Zac, the stud and his cooler brother, new kids in town. I drove them back to drop off Lonnie.
That's when I knew it was a mistake. His dad saw us pull in near the farm, he was working in the field opposite. He ran over shouting.
`Lonnie get inside now, run, faster' Zac shouted.
The boy shot off not looking back.
`You, stay in the car faggots, and drive that son of Joey Clayton out of here for help me God I'll bust you're faggot perverted brains in',
He was shouting at us looking in at Zac and me. I felt his spittle hit my face as he raged.
`You want him, you can have him, ten thousand dollars, cash, else I call the law and tell them where to pick up a bastard, homo deserter and I'll tell the papers how a respected insurance executive enticed a product of another man's loins who I brought up as my own dear son into an illicit homosexual relationship'.
I wound the window up and seeing Lonnie was safely inside, we sped off, Zac silent.
`I guess that's it then?' He said.
We got home, Zac had homework and I read my e-mails.
I need a lawyer I thought.
My stomach turned, he had us, we are screwed, I'm paying his blackmail or losing Zac. I can probably get $10k in cash I thought, but when he's spent that, what then?
TBC