Storm Zac - Part 6
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 6
I'm getting tired of travelling between two lives, the sterile apartment and the homely farm. I'm waiting for the architect to finish his design, I'm paying for a 3D render so I can agree layout with the family and get the groundwork completed and the components built offsite for construction and then internal plasterwork and cabling.
The TV company have investigated the ginger phenomenon in New Hampshire. It seems that of the 75 ginger lookalikes who sent pictures and details they have identified 57 who were from a sperm bank and the others remain a mystery so far. I have my own thoughts on this, Joe sure is good at selling seed.
I approve the house plans after making minor changes, larger bathrooms, twin open showers, bidets and a corner bath. I upped the quality of the finishes. The architect said to go for the best quality in the everyday things you touch like handles, switches, doors, kitchens, bathroom fixtures and the like.
The architect is on site and has marked out the foundations and channels for services. Wayne is digging them out, he's in charge, he's such a bull, learning new skills. He's like an intelligent digging machine. I could watch him all day, digging, shovelling and hauling the dirt away in a barrow, his muscles flexing, his body sweating, the occasional acrid whiff caught on the breeze, as he passes by wheeling another load, making my dick thunder.
Wayne stops by us on his way with another barrow full, he says
`heck I must've put on 14 pounds of muscle since working here'
and flexes for me and the architect as we commented on his work today. I clapped him on the back to thank him for his shift, his body searing hot through the thin sweat soaked, torn T. My hand lingered just a bit too long, making him nervous, his eyes darted to mine and back as I withdrew.
He recovered,
`No thanks needed, it's what I do, and heck you're paying me handsome for it'
he said as he absentmindedly adjusted his crotch as boys do.
I left them and went to the house and fired up my laptop, jeesh, the connection is so low it must be over damp twine, I check my emails and the farm financials, takings and outgoings against estimates, all seems well, and getting bored I take a walk around the farm, my farm.
I get to the huddle of outbuildings and I'm looking at the tackle and discarded farm machinery and thinking about clearing this junk out when I hear the sound of water trickling and a boy singing, it's Wayne.
I stealthily peek through a knot in the wood and see Wayne stripped naked, stretching up, hanging a running hose off a hook, the cylindical tube of water breaking on his body, splashing and running down to drain away in the dust. The grass growing green around the shower nourished by the splashes.
He's washing his hair quickly, the water must be cooling as he turns and bends then reaching up takes the hose and runs it over his chest, his hairs matting and parting showing flesh under, the eater running down and over his shaft, and forming a stream. He's still half humming, half singing a corny pop tune. He bends over to inspect his cock and balls as best he can, he puts the hose under but the pressure is not enough so he puts his thumb over the end and squirts up his ass crack, washing his crack with a sawing motion, the side of his palm sawing that beautiful ass. He's boned up, a full 8 or 9", what a sight he is. He stretches and hooks the hose back high and turns off the tap.
He shakes his head, I watch mesmerised as if in slo mo, his black hair whipping left and right, beads of water gold in the late afternoon sun, his hairy body glistening with pale rivers running through the matted dark hairs, his lumbering cock swaying out of time with his head, flapping at his thighs.
He rubs his hands over his body like a blade, shucking water off, then unhooks his overalls and spider like hops on one leg to put them on and cover up, buttoning the bib, commando, his T shirt in his hands as he pushes into his boots and strolls away, over the fence and to his bunkhouse.
I quickly walk around the barns and meet him walking towards me.
He says hi and I walk with him,
`Settling in son' I say, he nods then says
`I think I can tell you, but I'm sure missing Warren, we been together since he was born, shared a bed and everthing, I miss him so'.
I hugged him, he responded, his muscular, tight body pressed against mine, his arms in a bear hug, one on my back the other on back of my head, him blubbering into my neck, his breath hot as he cried it out.
He calmed down and continued the hug, I felt his cock grind into my body as he pulled his head up and we stared eye to eye, he closed his eyes and leant into me and kissed my lips. He pulled back and fled, running to the bunkhouse.
`Wayne, come back' I shouted as I heard the door slam.
I saw the school bus drive off in a cloud of dust and Zac standing and waving at the bus, he stopped by the mailbox and pulled out the usual circulars and promotional leaflets and stuffing them in his bag he ran over,
`Hey whassup with Wayne?',
`I don't know, I think he's homesick, go and see if he's ok will you?',
Zac nodded and walked to the bunkhouse. I finished my walk around, thinking of Wayne's beautiful body.
We ate in the farm, Wayne avoiding my eyes, he was sat next to Zac and Lonnie. The family ate quickly, and polished off seconds plus apple pie pudding.
Zac came out to see me as I watched the sunset, sat on the porch. He said he'd had a letter from US Army Engineering Corps in Chicopee instructing him to return to his duties.
`I just can't go Frank, if you send me you'll never see me again unless you're the one burying me'.
I consoled him, saying why would I send him?.
He calmed and told me that Wayne was very lonely in the bunkhouse, and that furthermore that he hated the apartment and hated the travelling to school and back, so could he sleep in the bunkhouse with Wayne? He could get the school bus with Lonnie and Sarah and I could pick him up after soccer and swim team practices.
I said that was a good idea, that then we could see what happened when the new house was built, but I'd talk it over with Ma.
I bade farewell and drove to the apartment and getting inside I stripped and beat myself to sleep for comfort, was I losing him, was I being stupid, should I just let him go, and not worry and let him fester with an older, mixed up guy like me?
Morning came. No school run. Zac would've got the bus with Lonnie and Sarah. I logged on to the farm insurance site and we had three enquiries for quotes. I put the data in and up popped the quotes and I e-mailed them off. The system would post reminders.
I went to see the architect to finalise the groundworks. I was eager to get the new house finished. The architect said he knew of a prefabricated system called Speedyframe, that came all pre-finished, no plastering or decorating, just bolt it together, drop on the roof, connect the AC and services and it's done. Saves time and cost as everything is pre made to set panel sizes it's a quality product, built to last the hot summers and freezing winters.
He'd check with town planning but he saw no obstacles.
The architect designed the layout using the prefab companies website home builder feature, I selected the interior colours and finishes from a choice of three.
He configured the build using standard invento panels, and recommended I select highest level of insulation to lower AC costs in summer and heating in winter.
I checked it all over, twice, completed the 50% payment details and pressed `send', theres no going back now.
The concrete base was due to be laid, a rather handsome young guy called Kurt from Speedyframe came out to set the bolt spacing and supervise the concrete pour. Wayne was like a puppy, following Kurt around, checking his measurements. It was a long day and Kurt was going to look for a motel close by. Wayne invited him to stay forcsupper and sleep over in the bunkhouse.
I heard him and Wayne chatting and giggling late when I did my nightly lock-up walk, it looks like those two clicked.
Warren was staying over a couple of nights a week as well and I heard him and Zac chatting away as I passed.
`Goodnight boys' I shouted I heard 4 voices shout goodnight back.
The truck delivered the frame just 4 weeks later. The concrete base completed, the bolts protected under wooden covers we were all set. The crane lowered the panels and Kurt and an equally good looking hunk called Hank bolted the system together. Kurt and Hank slept over in the bunk house, no doubt educating the boys on the ways of the world.
Ma said she was pleased to have polite good looking company for a change, praising them and scolding Zac, Wayne Warren and me at the same time, what a woman she is, definitely one not to cross!
The build took them 2 days and a morning to snag and connect the services. A final air seal test found a few leaks which they closed by adjusting the panel spacing bolts. They showed me and the boys around and we checked everything was working and ticked their practical handover sheets. I signed the building off. It was mine, once I'd paid the last 50% of course, which I wired to them.
We'd picked out furniture from a Boston outfit called All Modern once we had the layouts, and later that day a furniture truck and 3 guys who assembled and put the beds and sofas in place, we were fully furnished now. The appliances were next and the guys delivered and fitted the kitchen and washing machines the next day.
I'd brought over the pans and plates from the apartment and emptied the sterile, cold place.
Leaving the apartment, `his' apartment was easy, I'd zero emotional attachment to the place. I actually felt relieved as I closed the door behind me and dropped the keys off at the realtor. One door closing but a whole new life opening up before me.
I got to the new house, ran the AC to cool the place down. Set the timers and controls to heatvup the water and I made the beds.
The kids loved it. The architect advised that I put the money I'd saved on the prefab construction towards a larger unit and I suggested Wayne and Zac have a bedroom at one side and I had the other side. We had a spare bedroom and a homework / gym / games room, large breakfast kitchen, a diner and a lounge. The bedrooms shared one large bathroom with a jacuzzi bath, open twin shower, toilet, dual basins and a bidet. The bathroom had 2 doors, one from each bedroom. We had space, just, for a separate `house' bathroom with a toilet and shower off the lobby.
The boys brought over their bedding and made up their king size bed with three pillows. I looked in
`Who's the guy in the middle?',
Zac said `that'll be for Warren. He's like a radiator, he can't wait to move in'.
I felt better now, having the boys around, away from the restrictions of the farmhouse.
I spent the evening hooking up the TV and stereo, getting the wi-fi up and the boys games console.
I decide to call the house Winnewetu' which is sorta Alonquin for beautiful house' and I kinda like the `we too', I'm falling for these guys big time I thought, my risk assessment attitude poking its unwanted head through and waving turkey.
The boys race through, in PJ bottoms for now, and fall onto the couch and snuggle up to me, as they are all really men I'm crushed under them, their weight on me as they wriggle, I pull my arms out of the melee and wrap them around their bare, hot, radiant shoulders as they squirm. I look down at my tribe, I make out boners in their PJ's and I hurl them off the sofa,
`To bed', I said.
They run through, I turn the light off and I watch through the bathroom door as they brush their teeth, take a last piss and dive into the one bed.
I'm cold and alone. I turn out the light as I hear my door open and Zac comes in, drops his pj's and is hot on my back, kissing and hugging my back.
We hear Wayne and Warren whispering then a groan as one of them gets off. I feel Zac's shaft, sticky hot on my crack, looking for the entry, he slips in, my turn to groan as he bids me good night and kisses the downy hairs on my nape, wrapping his arms around me for support as he humps me, it's not long enough until I feel him pause, sigh and dump his load, he falls asleep, his arms going limp wrapped around me. I drift off, his cock still engaged, the rest of the boy inanimate.
TBC