Storm Zac - Part 9
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 9
The party night came, the boys hired black tie outfits from Boston, I'd kept my own that I bought for work entertaining clients, the same tux `he' liked me to wear commando and caged under.
I bought a new bow tie and refreshed how to tie it, looking in the mirror, Zac was amazed at the result, as if I was a magician or something, he'd untie it and pull the strands sexily on my shirt. He learned himself, tying the tie tight around my ball sack, pulling the bow tight restricting the flow, hardening my penis, `looking purty' with the black tie.
Zac sucked off my cock, hard, like a wooden pole, undoing the bow just as I came, releasing my juices.
The evening went real well, the boys wore the matching tuxedos and red coloured paisly patterned waistcoats, looking like groomsmen. Zac selected a blue Paisley waistcoat for me. I had the ring reshafted in 24 carat gold and had a matching ring made for Zac, I got his measure from a ring pull I saw him absentmindedly slide on and off his finger one day, my picking it out of the trash can with glee.
Nathan was cued up as Zac's best man, Wayne and Warren as my groomsman and ring bearers (oh,how I would gladly bear both their rings).
Nathan did the thankyou's to parents for the party, most of the town were invited and it being a small place they all turned up. Nathan and Zac beamed at the applause as he passed the microphone to Zac who said this would be a night to remember as no one forgets their wedding day.
A murmur then a hush went across the crowd as the officiant stepped forward and read the vows. Wayne and Warren passed over the rings and we placed them on each others fingers, then kissed.
The crowd erupted and cheered and clapped as our lips met. My hearing faded, my vision blurred as my whole being was transferred to decoding the sensitivity of our kiss; the pressure, the temperature, the dryness, the movement, the positioning in relation to the other, the dynamics of a tongue separating the lips, easing its way in.
My hearing and vision slowly came back as a tsunami of noise hit me. Nathan, Joey, Dot, Wayne, Warren, the farm shop girls, the pickers, Jaime and folks from BPI formed a guard of honour as we walked hand in hand through their upturned hands. Joey made a cornball speech as the local dignatory and father figure which we politely thanked him for.
We announced an open bar, the crowd cheered, the band struck up and oh how we partied that night. Dawn came and ever sober Dot drove us home. We fell exhausted into bed.
I woke, still dressed in my tux, at my side the love of my life, at the foot of the bed Wayne and Warren in a sleepy embrace, snoring, also still dressed in their hired tuxedos.
I got up to pee and Zac roused himself, we clambered to the pan, unbuttoned our flies and peed together, Zac holds mine and makes a heart shape with the stream and giggles. We clamber back and we strip each other. First the jacket, then the waistcoat, then the bow tie and each shirt button revealing his beautiful chest and tanned skin, I suckle on his nipple and watch his pants bulge as I undo the waist and they fall to the floor, his boxers tenting, I can see his shaft through the fly, so sexy. He kicks off his shoes and trousers and pulls his boxers down. His cock rises to his abs, his shirt falls off his shoulders and he's naked.
I gasp at the sight, tears well up in my eyes at my beautiful boy. I bend to pick up the bow tie and pass the strip of black silk under his nutsack and tie the bow tight at his pubes, I fashion the longer half into a bow shape and pass the other side over the handmade bow and through, then form the other and pass through the small hole made by the other side and pull it tight. The bow against his abs, obscured by the living, breathing, spewing sex pole in front.
We kiss as Zac undresses me and caresses my body as he strips me, then pulling down my boxers he starts to tie my bow tie under my balls, tight, restricting blood flow, his bow pretty good for a beginner, he adjusts the wings and tugs at the bow making it neater and exciting me more, a constant trickle of clear precum is oozing from my slit making spider web drools onto the floor, picked up in the sunlight.
We kiss, our poles prodding each other and smearing silvery juices across our abs. I open my eyes and Wayne and Warren are awake, hugging, watching us, their suit trousers tented massively.
`Morning guys' I say and as Zac beckons Warren, I beckon Wayne and we kiss and strip them slowly, tux jacket, waistcoat, and bow tie, pants off, shirt buttons one by one, smoothing, caressing, kissing their flesh, their nipples, their lips as more is revealed.
We tied the bow ties tight, real tight, their cockheads purple with rage at the resricted blood supply, pushing in but unable to seep out somehow, making them so hard.
We stood cock to cock in a circle arms over shoulders, looking down at our beating, pulsing, dripping angry cocks decorated with bows.
Zac separated and took the KY from the nightstand drawer and smeared his cock, tossing me the tube, I coated up and grabbing Wayne's forehead in my hand I pushed him on his back on the bed. He was grinning up at me. Wayne lifted his legs high for me.
I looked across at Zac and got a thumbs up and his knockout grin. Warren was on all fours, Zac pierced him, Warren mewled in appreciation and pain.
Wayne pulled back his cheeks for me with his hands as I slipped in, he grunted out obscenities as I took him hard, the bow tie grazing his cheeks as I fully engaged, I tweaked his nips hard as I pounded him, his thick cock running in a groove of precum up his belly, self lubricating as it ploughed up and down, his nips were like ripe berries.
I pulled his legs and ass closer to me and pushed his legs wider apart, going deeper, hitting his prostate, making him howl loudly.
It's a good job I got extra insulation and that Dots house is a good bit away else she'd think I was murdering him! I pushed his legs back, this hunky muscle god was so flexible.
I looked across at Zac, riding Warren like a rodeo bull, we high fived and I shot my load inside Wayne's hairy, pliable ass. This sent Zac spewing his nut into Warren. We collapsed into a heap.
Warren politely asked Zac,
`can I fuck your husband please?',
He nodded and I was down on all fours, my cock dripping cum, the bow tie restrictor keeping it Uber hard.
Warren was an eager pup, I was a willing hole. That was about the best of it. He took me like a rabid dog, humping me quickly and with zero emotion, just a vehicle to get him off. He got close then retracted and with his thumb on his rim and his finger under he tickled out his load over my face.
Wayne watched, beating his cock slowly as Zac finished sucking him, getting him close. Zac and Wayne both shot over my face adding to the bliss.
I watched each plume fly from their slit in awe, how quickly they recover, feeling the hot jizz land on my skin, searing body heat in the cooling shady room. It was all too much, I added to the boys loads hands free, a modest pulse and then dust from me as I tried to lick up drools on my lips and nose.
The boys pushed me back and fell on me, licking up their goo and feeding it back to me in cummy kisses.
`I need a whizz',
said Wayne and we all got up and ran to the shared bathroom, I started the showers getting them warmed up as Wayne pissed, his thick dark yellow stream running in a lemon spiral around the drain, added to by Warren and Wayne's, I managed a trickle but had had dispensed my nighttime cargo earlier.
We shuffled in close under the twin spigots and the boys took care washing me, untieing the wet bow ties and hanging them over our hard poles as a laugh and parading about as boys do, then putting them over the glass screens to dry.
Fully washed, spunked out and hungry we dressed in T's and boxers and went downstairs.
Morning or should I say afternoon boys' said Dot. I guess you've finished upstairs for the day?', we blushed,
`Heck don't you think that I don't know what goes on in my own back yard boys, always have, always will, and guess what, I don't give a flying fig for what fits where so long as you four are happy'.
`Thanks Ma' the boys said, I looked nervous,
`Come here Frank, I can be your Mammy too',
We hugged and blubbered then Wayne says,
`Something smells mighty good and I'm mighty hungry Ma'.
We made a line and helped ourselves to a farmyard brunch, bacon, steak, lots of vegetables of course, fried, sautéed, baked, topped off with strong coffee. Ma ate with us; `her new family' she called us.
We washed up and we all got dressed and went about our day,
`farm chores never stop',
said Wayne as he went about his routine.
I got a call from Joey `seen the papers?',
My stomach turned as Joey read out the headline;
Kidnapped child sex victim marries rapist amidst shocked townspeople,
I was physically sick, I heard Joey say `we got this Frank, I'm on to it right now'.
I called him back, its not ringing out, I'm just getting the engaged tone.
I could hear Ma on the phone saying `no comment'.
A reporter pulled up at the house. Wayne ordered him off the land, his shotgun cocked.
Here we go again. I wept.
I got a call on my cell from Joey. `Get dressed up and smart, all of you, yes especially Ma, I'll bring Nathan. Be at the Town Hall 5pm. We want to hit evening news and tomorrows press'.
We showered and changed, not in tuxedos or bow ties tonight, just sober Sunday best.
Salem Town Hall car park was jammed full of cars, Luke from the Swim Team spotted us and directed me to the VIP area at the rear. I recognised Joeys truck parked right up.
We got out and Joey headed, shaking our hands. `I think we've got this sorted' he said.
We walked through the stage entry and waited in the wings, we could hear murmuring and chattering but couldn't see anything as the stage curtains were closed. Lots of scraping chairs and people saying `hi' across the hall. It's a big space, holds maybe 400, I've been to Zac's school graduation here.
A guy from a TV truck walked by us with a cable drum and set-up microphones on the desk on the stage and got chairs ready, he radioed to a guy and the lights came on, he got a thumbs up from the guy on a camera. We wondered who was so special and why we'd not heard who it was. The town hall clock struck 5 chimes and the curtain opened and Joe Clayton was on the stage stood by the microphone and a hall full of people.
`We'd better find us some seats' Ma said,
Luke said, `you're fine ma'am, please just wait here.
We heard Joe say;
`Ladies and Gentleman, I'm sure you all know who I am, Joe Clayton's the name and farm supplies is the game' the audience laughed.
`If only all our tasks were as light hearted as my banter, I thank you all for your support and coming together at such a terrible time. I remember the storms of 1986, the devastating flood of 2006 and the murder hunt of 2014 where we as townsfolk, honest Godfearing townsfolk came together for support and to support those affected.
Last night I and many of you here had the privilege to welcome the coming of age of two fine athletes, born, raised and fed in Salem, right here, produce from our own back yard. Let's welcome Nathan and Zac.'
I could see Nathan walk on to great applause and I pushed Zac who walked on from our side of the stage to continued applause and wolf whistles. Camera flashes popping.
`We also had the privilege to share in something very personal and very romantic, to witness the seal of love between two people. Zac you know, but I'd like to bring on Frank to say a few words.
Ma pushed me on stage bewildered.
The hall quieted down.
`Hi' I boomed out, too close to the microphone and I waited nervously for the howl round to fade.
`It was my great honour to share Zac and mines union with you all yesterday, it felt right that we committed ourselves to each other as state law permits, and to do this in the bosom of the community we live in and shall continue to live in. Some of you may know that I'm in the insurance business, that devil may care, rumbunctious, rowdy way of making a living',
that got a few laughs and comments.
`All my new family want',
I beckoned them all on stage
`is to live a quiet, industrious and loving life amongst you, our friends and neighbours, away from public gaze and salacious gossip'.
We got a round of applause.
`So I thank you all for showing your support tonight but really we just want to get on with our lives now, safe in the knowledge that we are accepted as just two guys who happen to love each other. Thank you and have a good evening'.
We walked off stage to thunderous applause and Luke shielded our way to our car from cameras and we drove back to the farm.
We settled down, Me and Zac, Wayne and Warren, their hands absentmindedly down each others track pants, feeling a cock, as they watched TV, all snuggled on the couch.
We went to bed. Wayne and Warren in their room and Zac and I in the other. We shared the bathroom between, being comfortable being naked around each other as we took a piss and brushed our teeth followed by a big group hug before exiting through our respective bedroom doors.
The answerphone was whirring as it took lots of phone calls.
Zac took me that night and I took him, we slept naked, entwined, sticky with cum.
I'd just sucked off Zac's morning wood when the phone rang.
It was Joey,
`Have you seen the morning papers?'
My stomach turned again.
`Nope',
`I'm driving around now with Nathan',
We showered away the smell of sex and dressed quickly. Wayne and Warren were already out on the farm working.
Zac let Joey and Nathan in.
Joey spread out the newspaper on the table,
`Salem welcomes respected gay lovers to community',
The article went on to give a pen portrait of me, how I worked in farming insurance and had set up a cooperative farming company to help smaller farms share profits, how we reduced insurance premiums by insuring low risk farms keeping our outgoings low, how we had built up the business employing local people on flexible hours to suit peoples family commitments. How Zac was due at the local agricultural college to learn the technical side of the business for better soil management improving land rather than just taking from the land.
I was amazed at the turnaround.
`I had to call in a lot of favours' laughed Joe as he clapped me on the back.
I turned the page and saw the double page spread that was a photograph of the audience taken from the stage last night with the words,
`Congratulations Zac and Frank on your wedding. From the townspeople of Salem NH'.
The small print said `mention this article to secure 10% off your farm, home or vehicle insurance' and Franks phone number and website.
`You eaten Joey, Nathan?',
`Nope'
`Lets get over to the IHOP now and by the way it's on me'.
I called Wayne and Warren over and we sped off. Elated at the turnaround and welcome received, us now being a respected married couple!
Joey left Nathan with us and drove back to his feed store.
I wanted to get to know Nathan better, will I get the chance?
TBC