Storm Zac - Part 4
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 4
Zac finished his homework, brushed his teeth and we snuggled on the sofa, his naked body exuding heat, his heart racing.
`It's soccer practice tomorrow evening Uncle, I've packed my kit, why not come along early and watch me play, lots of the dads do',
`I'd like that' I said,
`Great, I can show my new Uncle off',
I'm definitely going now, I thought.
He jumped in my bed.
`Warm it up for me Zac',
I turned in and the man-boy was fast asleep, I spooned him, both my hands cupped his soft cock and balls. Bliss.
Morning came, as ever, we yawned and together we pissed in the pan and did our stuff. Mesmerised.
Zac prepared breakfast whilst I showered, he came in with me and I washed his body, he's a big lad as tall as me, broader, fitter. He pulled my plonker, joking me and he dried off then dressed. He wolfed his breakfast down and was at the car before me for the rush hour drive to his school. I was getting nervous about seeing Lonnie, wondering if anything more had been said.
Lonnie was waiting for Zac, they're having a deep conversation, this wasn't light stuff. I could tell on Zac's face something was up.
I tooted goodbye and drove home, my mind was soon consumed with insurance risk analyses and zoom meetings. I worked through, my phone bleeped at 3:00. I drove to the school, Zac and the team ran out to cheers from the dads.
Zac waved at me, a dad said,
`Zac's the star player, you must be so proud of him, my boys Nathan',
I looked across the boys assembling on the pitch, coach talking to them.
`That's Nathan, the other red top' he looked at me to say something.
`I'm Zac's uncle, I came to pick him up',
`Thought I'd not seen you before, I'm Joey, Joey Claytons the name, seed and feeds the game'.
My heart stopped, the guy was the same build as Zac, same flushed colouring, even the same mannerisms.
`Pleased to meet you' I said, my stomach turned again. It's as plain as day that Zac is Joeys son.
Zac scores, with the help of a great assist from Nathan. The boys run over, their arms over their shoulders, celebrating. Fuck, they look like twins, why hasn't anyone made a connection?
The game finishes, Salem won 2-1, Zac got one goal, Nathan the other with an assist for each others goals. Coach came over.
`Nathan played well Joe, Zac did too',
`Coach this is Zac's Uncle, he's come to pick him up' said Zac.
We shook.
Coach pats my back and says `let's go through and meet the boys, they should be through with the media by now'.
We walked into the changing rooms, the rest of the team had gone, it looked empty. Coach says, I'm gonna start locking up, they'll be through in a little while. You know boys and showers',
he tutted and left.
I saw Zac, he was drying his hair, the towel over his face,
`great game Zac',
`Thanks' an echoey distant voice said from the shower.
Zac wandered through, his towel draped over his shoulder, he stood beside Nathan who looked at me, puzzled. I looked at the pair of them, identical cocks, thighs, abs, muscle tone, height, dick length, everything but Nathan has brown eyes and different facial features, he must look more like his mother.
Joe walks through, `come on Nathan, hurry now, I'm famished. Hey, we're off to Chicken Shack, wanna join us?'
The boys high fived.
`I'll take that as a yes then' says Joe laughing with me.
We pulled in the car park and we let the boys run in.
Joe runs the farm supplies store, he knows all the guys for miles around. I'll bet there's a few more cuckoos in the nest kids around here.
We chat about what we do,
`So you're in insurance, mmmm maybe I could refer guys to you, for a consideration of course',
`Yes, we have a referral scheme, points for each referral and if they refer they get points as well.'
Hard cash would be better, n I recon I could get 20 or more farms signed up in a year, hell no make that 50.'
`Well 50 farms would scoot you to the top of the leaderboard and most likely bag you a new car for your boy, how old is he, 18 in February I'd guess?'
`Well that's spot on, fella, how did you know?',
I think quickly, `The odds are only 1 in 12 so just lucky I guess'.
`Not much passes you by don't it, not like us hick farmers',
he drawls affectedly and adjusts his nuts.
The kids come back from their whizz, looking flushed.
`What took you so long boys?', said Joe winking at me, knowing what horny boys get up to.
Nathan looked flustered, guilty.
Zac says `Just making sure we'd washed our hands Mr Clayton sir' as he spun his palms at him.
`Good reply, you'll go far, now tell me about that goal, what were you thinking' says Joe.
Zac made me proud, the way he expressed himself, explaining the detail in the build up, how him and Nathan seem to know where each is on the pitch and what space they're going to run to.
`Well come on Zac, let's get you home, homework and bed, goodnight Joe and Nathan' I said,
`Goodnight Mr Clayton sir, and you mutthead' said Zac, his parting shot.
`You called it home' said Zac as we drove along
`I guess it is now' he said.
`You happy, Zac?',
Yes sir, very' he said I'm missing my brother at night though but you'll have to do, I suppose' as he winked at me, grinning at his joke.
The boy was hurting, my responsibility weighed heavy on me, he was missing his mum and brother, let's see what doubling up on love will do for him. This apartment is no place for a teenager, no space to kick a ball or shoot a hoop.
My FA says I'm in good financial health. He says It's about time I started taking money out of the firm, `live a little' he called it. I asked a realtor to look at housing options closer to school and a larger community, a small town, maybe Methuen, someplace with a garden and a yard, a large furnace room, a large lift, close to school and the freeway or public transportation for Boston. Somewhere to grow in.
It looks like Dot has found out about his Dads blackmail. She threatened him, saying she'd up and take the kids and leave him. Knowing a little about Dot, I know she would. I might have to look at a bigger house!
Zac finished his homework,
`don't forget it's swimming practice tomorrow, come and watch lots of the dads do, some even help coach out with instructing the groups, you can swim can't you?',
`Sure, I'm like a dolphin in the water',
`And a turtle on land' he quips,
I chase him and he ends up on the bed, I tickle him, he laughs then we calm down, I look into his green eyes, his body heaving under me,
`Come on let's turn in' I say, he nods and warms up the bed for me.
I lock the door, turn out the lights and snuggle up close to Zac, he spoons me and slips his sticky cock up my arse crack, he finds my hole and rocks himself to climax, deep in my guts,
`Good night Uncle',
he says snuggling into my neck, his powerful body behind me, his heavy arms lie on top of me. Heavenly.
`Good night son' I say.
Dawns morning wood brings a repeat and then deep sleep until the alarm goes off, then its action stations, we are a well oiled machine. We shower, shit and I shave, prepare and eat breakfast together, then it's kit check, homework check, and out of the door for the drive to his school.
The day passes quickly, my alarm pings at 3:00 pm and I drive to school.
I meet Nathan on the way into the sports complex, he says hi and walks into the locker room.
Zac must be already in there. I wait poolside for the boys to line up. No Zac. I start to worry. I go to school reception, the teacher in Zac's class is marking, she comes out and says that his Dad called to say he'd be picking him up tonight and that he'd have to miss swim practice.
I called Dot, no answer from her cell phone, I called the farm, no answer.
My dilemma is if I call the police, how do I explain the arrangements. I call my lawyer first for advice.
His secretary put me through,
`I haven't heard from you for a while, how can I help?'
I explained the situation,
`mmm, tricky, the blackmail is clear cut but a desertion charge, and the threat of a charge of you procuring for sexual gratification, especially with the Boston police patrol information, would be difficult to defend, tell me again what the officer said'
From what I remember he said something like here's some advice sir, make sure your blinds are closed, there aren't many liberal people in Boston, and something about playing safe'.
`Sounds like they've had a report from a snooper, maybe they didn't record it, I think you'll be OK. Just keep to separate bedrooms, you know, for real, phone the police and say he was staying with you for a while until the family sorted itself out and that he's got the wrong idea of your er relationship and see how it goes, I've a friend in DA office who I'll sound out, confidentially of course.'
`Thanks I owe you',
No, I'll bill you, he said laughing, you know you can call me anytime if it gets difficult',
`Thanks'.
I turn on the TV news `local farmer takes estranged family hostage, demanding police investigate his claims of faggotry and child molestation of innocent teens'.
My heart is racing, my mind in turmoil.
There's a loud knock on the door.
The police question me in detail, especially about taking the boy and his brother back to the farm and the ugly blackmail. They don't seem to have the police report from the office snooper, I just say we sheltered there and used the emergency ration packs then drove home when safe. They wanted to see the sleeping arrangements. I showed them Zac's bedroom, his untidy room with his homework desk and his closet, cups and soccer paraphernalia and then my room with just my belongings.
They seemed satisfied, they asked did I know that the boy had run away from the Army that night and that he was gay by his own admission.
I said I didn't and what boy hasn't fooled around or had those notions in their lives and that either way it was no concern of mine.
The officers left saying they'd keep me informed and recommended I didn't speak to the media and to get a lawyer on standby if I'm charged.
I watched the late news, the police had surrounded the hostages and were talking to the guy, saying they were investigating the situation and to hand over the children and mother. He refused saying he's the right to shoot anyone on his own goddam land, a bad move.
TBC