Storm Zac - Part 8
A story about a chance encounter in the rain between Frank an office worker and Zac, a 17 year old out of towner both caught up in a storm.
With Zac on the cusp of college he has a surprise for Frank.
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Storm Zac - Part 8.
It was getting colder, Wayne worked on ploughing this years goodness back into the soil, I'd watch him from my window, driving the brand new tractor, headphones on in his heated cab, still in shorts or, as I thought I spotted his ass a time or two, buck naked driving up and down the field guided by the GPS. Wayne's such a great ass et to the farm.
Turnover dropped after summer and I thought of ways of increasing revenue over the long winter.
I soon realised that Wayne, Warren and Zack wanted more out of work than just toil and drudgery, a bit of fun, already the mood had lightened with snazzy tabards the staff wore, the music system belting out to keep them and customers motivated, the corner cafe run by Wayne's sister Alice who's made the trays of cakes and scones. Home baking.
We had a brainstorming session one Friday, after the shop closed. Ma was beat, no positive ideas, she just says it always more work and no reward for anything new, her spark extinguished by Zack's abusive Dad.
Zac suggested a Halloween Week you know, pumpkins, mulled wine, witches, ghouls and ghosts, spiders and scares. Warren thought we could do a winter wonderland for holiday season maybe sell trees and decorations as well as gourmet local produce in the shop for Christmas.
We agreed to risk doing both, We agreed to underwrite both projects from the Redtop Cooperative Farm dividends should the takings not exceed last years over those weeks. That eased Ma's mind about lising money and also gave me a spur to make them succeed.
Halloween was a blast. I bought corny costumes and witches hats from the the hardware store. I asked the homeless shelter if they could make the broomsticks so we could sell them, we had the basics just lying around by the swimming hole, enough to make about 50 sticks without trying. I arranged to give them $3 per stick and we'd sell them for $6.99 plus sales tax. Dot got in touch with a guy in Salem who grows pumpkins for Thanksgiving, we bought 500 of his misshapen ones from him. He delivered them thinking we were nuts.
We laid them out in the field off one of the car parks in rows and marked out an obvious path around them, Wayne hammered wood piles it that we strung lights on and we had a `pick your pumpkin' week leading up to the 31st.
We laid on mulled wine and a horrid green juice concoction that Zac invented and I read ghost stories to the little ones, who sat patiently with their moms and dads laughing and being scared by the story. Ma and girls from farms around dressed as witches, oh we had a Tin Man and a Scarecrow as well from local Am-Drams society helping out.
Turnover went through the roof. We'd sold out the pumpkins in 3 days and the guy drove over with 250 more that he'd scavenged from his contacts. The broom sticks sold out in a day. Next year we'll start to plan in June and get more local suppliers signed up early.
For the holiday season I focussed on the shop and Zac and Wayne the outdoor activities.
I contacted the local Parents Without Partners group and discussed them making up hampers that we could sell as gifts in the farm shop as gifts during the holiday season. They were thrilled, the $10 buck per hamper to them was welcomed. I had orders a plenty and advertised them in a Boston deli I used to frequent. I got the wicker hampers delivered from a blind centre where the guys make them as therapy and they were thrilled at having an outlet for their wares.
Zac dreamed up an avenue of trees decorated by local stores in the town and charities that local groups could sponsor. He thought he could get $250 a tree from businesses who would use it to advertise their presence, he said charities could have them for free.
The rub was that the avenue lead to a forest of trees for sale where the families could pick one, where it would be netted and taken to their cars. Wayne and Warren put themselves down for that task and Wayne drove the poles in the ground to floodlight the area, whilst Warren compacted the soil for the avenue path making it safe for buggies and wheelchairs.
We bought 1000 trees of mixed sizes from a Canadian contact I'd met when trying to sell ranch insurance in Calgary. That failed but I had a heap of people to call who bought policies.
I filled the shop with what Ma called tat and lined a section with green paper to make a grotto like walk for the kids. The stock flew off the shelves.
The local butcher took on extra staff just to supply our the meat and fancies for Christmas Day.
We were exhausted and gave Ma Christmas Eve off as we sold the last of the stock to latecomers, guys who had left it last minute of looking for a bargain. We sat down to a feast on Christmas Day. Ma did us proud. Wayne and Warren and their family dropped by for a few drinks and I suspect to nosey at the new house,
We got great write ups in the local press and letters from appreciative charities welcoming our initiative.
Financials were good, but we spent a lot of money on poles and lighting that we won't have to buy again next year.
Talking of growing Zac and Nathan were approaching their 18th birthday. Joey wanted a big party at Atkinson's Country Club, and for me to pay for it of course, he said his share would be providing the overnight rooms for guests, which I suspect he'd got a zero rate against increased bar takings, it being off season and most importantly knowing Joey.
I agreed of course, Zac left the party planning to me, he was too busy with his schoolwork, exams coming up, he needed good grades to get into College.
Little did we know that our new life was about to change yet again.
Zac was sleeping, I was roused half awake when I heard the gate alarm. It was a patrol car and a mean looking military truck. I buzzed them in and woke Zac.
`You'd better get dressed, quickly, they've come for you',
`Holy shit, I'm a running' said Zac, his body pushing into clothes as he gabbled on. The loud knock on the door froze him.
I got his worn fatigues jacket and his camo pants from the robe and handed them to him. I thought back to that stormy night.
`You'd better wear these, you'll look less out of place.',
He put them on reluctantly, he was heading for the window.
`You can't run Zac, you gotta face the music',
I hugged him tight, the door was being pounded.
I opened it up. `He's here' I said.
The guys came in shouting and checking for weapons and seeing wexare clear they bustled him off an arm pushed up his back, they almost lifted his feet off the carpet, he put up no resistance and saved himself a lot of grief.
The military guys sped off in the truck, my last sight was him cuffed and sat forlornly between two guys.
The cop says to me, we've known about Zacs desertion for a while, but saw it as no one's business but the military and his. They weren't actually looking for him, they say that usually the deserter does something foolish and they get notified and go and pick em up, in this case they got a tip off what with all the publicity going around. I'll try and keep it away from the TV and papers if I can, have a good day sir'.
I phoned my lawyer, he said he'd get specialist advice and call Me back.
He rang me back, he said he'd gladly represent him if required but the advice he's been given is that whilst desertion is a serious offence that given his young age, his lowly rank and apalling track record of being bullied in the logistics corps that they'll keep him a few days whilst they fast track a discharge, maybe a dishonourable one and forfeit his pay till the time he deserted, that was the night you met wasn't it?',
`Er yes, a lot's happened since that stormy night. Thanks for your advice as ever'.
`No problem, I'll add it to your bill',
`Naturally', I laughed.
Mmm, I'd better tell Ma and phone the school, we don't want reporters fishing for who knew what and when.
Ma said best that it's dealt with now rather than linger on. School were good about it. The principal said she would tell staff that morning about Zac being away whilst a family issue was sorted out and not to mention anything to the pupils and certainly not any reporters who may doorstep them.
After a week, I got a call from Zac. I've not got long on the phone Frank, theirs an issue, they're detaining me in custody and preparing a court martial. It could take some time, I gotta go. . .
I cried, that's 11 days now he's been incarcerated, alone, my baby.
Dot says `It's his justice, Frank, he deserted, he broke the law, let down his fellow men, I've no sympathy, he done the crime, he should pay the time.
Another week passed.
I'm out Frank, I've got some money. I'm at Fort Devens, they holed me up in solitary in this prison wing. I've been so scared. Can you come and get me. I googled it as I thought it familiar.
`I'm on my way, can you see the museum?'
`Yeah, it's not far from the gates, I'll see you there'.
I drove, it's only about 40 minutes away. There he was, in prison clothing, a fleece top and pants. He beamed when He saw me and we hugged.
`Let's get out of here!' He said and I drove off.
`I'm so glad to be out of there, they cuffed me all the time, the MP's almost spat at me, mumbling scum and lowlife at me, and shouting to stand to attention and the yes sir no sir routine.
`They said I was going to be taken back to my unit and that they were waiting for them to send transport for me. I was crapping myself'.
`Anyway that didn't happen. This guy came to see me, said he was going to represent me at a court martial. I told him about the bullying and so forth, just how it was and what it felt like to be shouted and made to look foolish all the time, and he nodded, taking notes as I spoke'.
`He thanked me for being honest and not exaggerating making up wild tales and accusations he often hears and that he'd put my case in writing and submit the papers to the court'.
`Then I was transferred to Fort Devers, after a week or so, then, maybe yesterday or sometime the judge must've read all the papers and he gave me a dishonourable discharge, docked me my pay that I didn't know I had and has given me 30 days to pay the rest of the fine'.
`Early this morning two guys came in to my cell, woke me, watched me closely as I did my ablutions and dressed, giving me this prison clothing, cuffed me and basically kicked me out the door with $20 dollars'.
We got back, Ma just frowned at him, no welcome there, Wayne and Warren were out working. No prodigal son welcome here.
Zac look beat. I left him in to shower and when I put my head around the door in between calls, he was fast asleep, he slept right on through, he woke me just as the dawn light approached. He crawled in and snuggled against me. I turned and we kissed. He said how sorry he was, he hadn't harmed me, what could I say? All I said was that
`it's over, and to focus on schoolwork to get your grades for college',
`You're right Frank, I never want to see inside a cell ever again'.
He went with Lonnie and sister Sarah on the school bus.
The payment demand letter came, I got it from the mailbox and paid off the fine, not mentioning it to Dot or Zac. It's done.
Zac was growing up and changing, thickening out, his body developing rapidly. I've gotten me a man somedays and a boy on others, his hormones surging.
The night before his 18th birthday after supper, we were walking the farm, tired after a long day. Zac was getting prepared for agricultural college at Amerhurst, cramming for his exams, leaving me and the farm, Lonnie, Dot, Wayne and Warren behind.
We walked to the water hole and we sat on a rock under a tree, we hugged, tight together listening to the haunting, ethereal song of the male veery bird, who tends to sing at dusk, a time when not many other birds sing and when the daytime winds have calmed as the air turns damp, the dense, moist air seemingly transferring the sound waves better than in the dry daytime atmosphere and competing sounds.
We sat, close, warm in each other's company, my listening to Zac's heartbeat, the birdsong and the occasional breaking of the surface of the waterhole. I was twirling Zac's hair around my finger, his head resting on my chest, me kissing his scalp, chatting about nothing in particular, sweet nothings, just glad to be in each others arms.
I felt Zac take a deep breath and he reached into his pocket and looked at me directly. He took out a thin gold ring wrapped in a clean handkerchief from his pocket and getting down on one knee he says
`will you marry me?'.
The male Veery bird hidden nearby almost answered for me, as I stuttered a
`yes my darling boy, yes, yes and yes again'.
I lifted him up. We kissed and Zac slipped the ring on me, the unfamiliar gold band now on my third finger, left hand. I twirled it around, getting used to it as Zac unbuttoned my Levi's and pulled them down, we scrabbled to undress, more birds joining in the dusk chorus as we stripped naked and ran, cocks hard, our pale bodies reflecting the rising moonlight as we splashed into the cold waterhole, whooping and hollering. My dream fulfilled, my boy finally 100% mine.
We dried on our clothes and we laid down on the short pasture around the waterhole. We talked about his plans, he's excited about going to college but sad to leave.
I turned on my side and presented my arse to Zac, opening up my cheeks, feeling the breeze on my pucker,
Fuck me, please?' I whispered, I need you in me right now',
Zac spat on his hand, smeared his pole and in a we'll practiced move took me in one go, kissing my nape as he pistoned into me, he didn't last long, he never does, he says `why bother trying to make it last, I can just wait 20 minutes and fuck you again',
Zac giggled as footsteps ran over us and two shadowy naked forms dived into the pool, laughing. We sat up to see Wayne and Warren swimming and treading water, hugging, kissing, the moonlight making them look ghostly. They waded out, hand in hand and as they towered over us, Wayne says,
`you looked to be having a such good time so we thought we'd wait till you'd finished humping before we swam',
Yeah, I needed that' said Zac. But now I'm coming up eighteen everything will soon be legal and nothing will be off limits',
Suppose it will' says Wayne but the law never stopped this bull fucker did it Warren?'
As he grabbed hold of Warrens cock and tugged it.
`But I'm much older than Zac and not family, that's the difference Wayne' I said,
`Guess so, but you boys sure missed out on a lot of bunk house fun!'
`We know, we hear ya most nights',
`You should've said something' blushed Wayne,
`What and stop my imagination from cumming with you, the times I've shot my load with you as you grunt a load into Warren'.
Er, you sure you've got that the right way around?' Says Wayne, I'm usually taking it from my not so li'll bro, in fact I'm missing him filling me up already. Warren held his now erect cock and waved it at Wayne.
We swam and horseplayed around, Warren wrassling with me, Wayne dunking Zac too easily as Zac tackled him high them falling back into the water.
We laid on the grass, heaving oxygen into our lungs and quietening down we heard Ma's Westminster clock chime midnight in the distance. `Happy Birthday Zac',
`Can I have my present now?' he said.
We'll leave you too it', says Wayne, your Ma's a tough boss and she'll haul our asses outta bed if we're not up at 5am.'
`G'night' we said and watched their naked fit asses disappear into the night air.
We kissed deeply, passionately, I've waited a long time for this moment and now I was on autopilot, determined to take his ass, determined to skewer him, to feel my release in him, up him, with him, his total warmth invading me, not the shallow warmth of his pussy mouth or his slimy hand but total immersion. I craved him. I wanted him, I needed him. Truly, madly, deeply.
He gave me his wonky grin as I lifted his legs, his pucker rising into view.
`Slow down, Robo Cop',
he said as he broke my automaton actions. I fell on him, my weight barely off him on my arms, our cocks grazing, nuzzled together as I lifted my chest off him and kissed his luscious, fat, youthful lips, so soft, so tender, so yielding.
His tongue was in me, whipping around my mouth as he raised up, tightening his milk crate abs, hugging me tight around my neck. I ran my hands over his tight muscular body, him moaning as we kissed, brushing over his hard nips, down to his lats and narrow waist, down his V and feeling his nuts, my hands felt his washboard abs and back to his pecs, my cock pulsating, spewing precum out that smeared between us, the lubricant of life.
I'm moaning now, deep guttural sounds I've not heard before, surprising my ears, I raise up, lifting Zac's ass towards me, his pucker pink and beautiful waiting for me. I dive in, smelling his musk, his savoury sweet taste, as I slaver and clean his hole of sweat and musk, his perineum bulging as I suckle on him, cleaning his salty sweaty balls and spewing cockhead as I get him ready, his eyes dancing in the dim light, him giggling at my ministrations on his most secret places, opening up to me, his winking pucker beckoning me in.
I look down at my body, my abs taught, at my lithe swimmers body, the line broken by my turgid shaft, my shiny cock head, sticky, smooth, bulbous. I clamber up him, push out his legs and looking him in the eyes I make a stab and bulls eye, I'm at his gate, he winces and I slide in, deeply, my pubes crinkle against his ass.
`Oh fuck'
I moan and slowly pull back. Zac's glassy eyes stare up at me, his grimace turns to a grin, I start to pound him, long strokes, building, renewing, revisiting the feeling of the stormy night. How I've waited for him, feeling like a paedo to even look at him `that way', watching out for Dot or Wayne spotting me, making do with what little after school time we could muster. Hey don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining here, its just how the cards fell, now he's coming up 18, we're betrothed, it's gotta be different right?
Zac moaned loudly, breaking my spell as I pounded him, I awoke my senses and got back down to it, slowing down, concentrating on making him feel good,
`oh yeah, baby, just there'
moaned Zac as I grazed his prostate, he swung his arms around my neck and flexed his body for a kiss as he lifted and I bent over more. His legs spatchcocked, my ramming him, feeling wonderful as he wailed in lust below me. His cock slapping on his abs on every push in, he fell back on the grass and started to beat his cock as I fucked him hard, he came.
I watched transfixed as a strong pulse of cum shot from his cock filling the detent below his adams apple full of his jizz, then other plume just to the left landing on his scapula and dropping to form a white line over his pecs and nipple back to the source, he then directed the third jet to his right side and letting go of his cock he let it flail around like a machine gun, spraying out indiscriminately as his chute tightened around my glans. The air full of the smell of boy sex, of his ass and his cum, his milky white jello set against his tanned, youthful, taut body, quivering with his release.
As I entered him on my next plunge my cock rim scraped his tight tube sending me to oblivion, as my spunk growled its release from deep below my balls, forced up my shaft by those deep muscles we all enjoy twitching, to spew out of my slit into the warm darkness of him. Time stopped, the milliseconds of my blessed ejaculation lasting for eternity as I pulsed and pulsed, my whole strength focused on my dick now as my body withered around my rampant cock, hard, proud, pumping my seed into him, breeding my boy.
I lay on top of him, spent, my cock pulsing nothing but dust, like a dying eel lodged up his ass.
I woke, cold, Zac was asleep at my side, the grass silver now in the light of the moon high in the night sky. I gently nudged Zac awake and we walked back naked, our arms wrapped over our shoulders, back to our bed, luxurious in its warmth and comfort after the cold damp pasture around the watering hole. Our clothes can wait till morning.
Tbc