Storm Zac - Part 19
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 and how this fateful night has changed their lives.
Zac and Nathan were separated on admission to College in Amerhurst Agricultural College. Now they are back in a friendship group, all roomies together. Frank has `encountered' more red tops on his tour of farms that Nathans dad, Joey Clayton, signed up for farm insurance last year.
The DNA tests taken in Nathan's Genetics foundation class kick up a lot of dust.
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Storm Zac - Part 19
Nathans surprise
The lecture hall was buzzing, 200 students chattering away, Nathan and Josh looked down on the serried rows of students in the hall, looking for two seats together. Zac gave them a wave, but he too was jammed in on a full row. Thankfully they weren't late but they did have wet hair and their clean, freshly showered smell cut through the fug of testosterone and sex pervading the assembled mass of horny young students, excitement building for the results of their DNA test.
Josh noticed the clumps of red-tops as he scanned the rows,
`Look, there are two empty seats over there',
he said as the noise lowered as the professor and techs walked in.
`Nice of you to attend, Mr Clayton and Mr Myres',
All eyes were on us at professors comments as we sat down, squeezing on the end of the row as the guys shuffled up to fill the gap.
We signed the attendance sheet as prof hooked up his laptop to the projector. His desktop screen was a mess, I couldn't help but see the shortcut to Nifty that flashed up for a second as he quickly opened up his browser at Ancestry DNA page.
`I have the DNA results from Ancestry, as usual they have tested and entered the 196 samples taken a couple of weeks ago into their huge database and scanned for matches. Just for fun we've isolated the database to just this class, so are you ready, if we are very lucky we'll hear a ping noise, that indicates that the software has found a match in the room, you know a distant cousins or someone way back in your line, if no pings then we'll open up the search to a wider audience, Massachusetts and then New Hampshire, then good ol' US of A to see what we get.',
We all nodded and the hub hub in the room increased as we wondered about what would happen.
The tech loaded the file and we saw the map of US on the projection screen. The flashing dot was the place of the test, flashing as each record was scanned for matches. The software pinged,
`Oh, we got a match, thats great' said the professor,
He stopped the loading and we looked at the name by the red dot.
`Nathan Clayton please stand',
I stood up, looking around the room,
`Lights up please' said the professor,
`Seb and Sam Melville' please stand.
They stood grinning,
Then consternation on the face of the professor as he shut down the projection and says.
`Er, very unusual, OK boys stand down, we'll take a short break while I analyse the matches, 10 minutes guys, Seb, Sam, Nathan, come with me',
The chattering increased dramatically as the prof and the techs walked out of the room with the laptop. I got rolled up paper balls thrown at me.
`It's those fucking red-tops spreading their corrupt seed',
said Jake, a massive, hairy, gorilla of a guy from swim team, 50 breaststroke,
`Yeah, just like when I last saw you, you were grunting yours out all over the shower wall',
He blushed and I got a good laugh out of him.
We went into Profs office. All stood.
`There's no easy way to say this but Nathan, meet your half brothers',
`What, we've just got same hair we are not brothers Sir!',
`Half brothers, it would appear.',
Gotta be a mix up here, the tests are wrong', Seb says, yeah' says Sam.
`They're 97.8% accurate and on such close links invariably 100% accurate.',
`Er professor, look at this', a technician showed the laptop to the professor, he laughed,
`Oh my, it looks as if you've a super sperm spreader, alpha male in your family Nathan, you got 7 half brothers in this class alone!'
`It'll be my Pa, Joey Clayton putting it around. I don't know whether to be angry or proud!',
`What now Professor?', I said
`Well that's up to you Nathan. How about we see how many are in class today and we'll line you up, maybe you could all strip to your underwear to see if we can see any resemblance of build, facial and er other features?
`I'm up for that' said Nathan unaware of the consequences.
I must warn you that outing' like this can be a shock to people',
`Well it looks like the cats already out of the bag doesn't it Professor',
Er yes, I don't think we'll be doing the reveal' like this again, but what a marvellous case study and teaching point though. You can change here, come back to the lecture hall when you're ready'.
We were joined by the others who weren't on swim team.
`Hey', we all said and introduced ourselves,
`We could be a boy band' said Seb,
`Yeah, The Salem Seven',
said Sam, `or the Joey Sperm Seven',
as we stripped down to our underwear.
`I don't know about you but I wanna know who's the daddy, you know junk wise?'
`We can do that later bro's but first let's face the music',
`Come on bros, time to be examined'.
We marched into the hall to cheers. Professor calmed the crowd down.
`Now this is a momentous day, our DNA experiment has found that these 7 guys are all closely related, half brothers in fact, which means they share the same father or mother. In this case it's highly likely, in fact certain, that one male is responsible. We know from nature that the urge to spread one's seed is paramount and us humans,
`Mostly humans', says a guy punching gorilla Jake on the arm, getting a laugh, breaking the tension.
Prof continued,
`This urge is still in those humans of our very recent past. We all think we are super civilised but down in our genes, in our DNA the male urge to dominate the gene pool and father the most offspring remains. Social conventions keep this to a minimum, but heck, I'll bet this guy, whoever he is, had one hell of a time, 18 years ago that's for sure.'
That got a cheer from the alpha males, me included.
`Let's look at the physical evidence' said prof.
`What's the first indicator',
`They're all ginger losers' one guy shouts out,
`We'll have no more displays of racial stereotyping thank you, their red hair doesn't necessarily mean they are related but does mean they possibly share some descendants.
`They're all dumb farmers',
another guy shouts out,
`Like you, you mean?' Says professor.
That gets a `strike' chant from the audience and we high five the professor.
`No, not that',
`Same height and build' said another,
`Yes, any others?',
`Not that we can see with their pants on.',
That got a laugh and at that the seven of us start to flex, putting on a show to wolf whistles.
The professor wrapped up the class and then sat down with us. The technician brought his laptop into the room. The US map was covered in red dots,
`We got 79 matches so far, professor. All the offspring are in the 17 to 19 age bracket, showing a 70:30 split for male and female. The results tend to be in less populated areas, probably farming areas and many in sequences along the major highway routes.',
`I'm going to call the local TV station that inquired about those twins, on the TV, remember, that ugly kidnap case?', said Professor.
Yeah, Zac told me that Frank followed that up' said Nathan and they said it was likely a sperm donor as many women had fertility treatment around that time. Oh Zac, what about Zac, it all fits now, he's gotta be a match?',
Zac burst in the room, out of breath, `the guys just told me about Nathan's DNA, am I a match?
The tech looked at prof who nodded, `yes Zac you're a match, meet your half brother Nathan Clayton',
They hugged and then kissed. The professor scraped his chair making a noise and the two young men separated.
`I think we all need to take a break now', he said.
`Yeah let's all get to the gym and then hit the showers then we can see just how similar we are.
in the locker room three of the boys were a little nervous about stripping completely,
`Come on it's only junk and ass, we seen it all before.', says Josh,
The boys stripped and lined up, Josh stood back.
`Fuck you're all the same build. All same leg length, arm length, shoulder width',
`Never mind that, what about dick length.'
`Well I need a closer look, stand on the bench.',
They did, in a tight squeeze. Josh walked the row, cocks now at chest height, mmm, yeah', he lifted a couple, yeah, all pretty much the same length soft, now lift up your balls on the palm of your hands',
They complied,
`Yes, all nuts about the same size, now get em hard for me.',
The guys started beating and playing until they were all hard, they used a spiral notebook as a measure and drew a line on the sheet and wrote their name at the side.
I was hard myself in my shorts. `I declare the winner with a 1" advantage is Zac, Pete is runner up for girth and Walt 2nd runner up for prettiest cock',
That got a cheer, we put on shorts and spent an hour in the gym, working out together, getting sweaty, then into the steam room to sweat it all out. We had a shower and checked each other out again, then to refectory to refuel and back to our dorm.
It was a tight squeeze but 4 on the bed and four on the floor and we were all in.
I got a call from Frank, the TV station had phoned him, they want to research more. It looks as if Joey Clayton has sired over 100 children. Frank advised we don't speak to anyone about this, to just keep it low for now. Yes, we have our suspicions but don't know the scale.
I passed this on to the guys.
`Hey if we're the sons of this horny bastard then that makes us horny bastards too, about time we started spraying our seed around',
said Walt,
`Yeah, let's at least share our seed amongst the brotherhood, like bonding, blood brothers.',
Said Pete,
`Spunk brothers', said Seb,
I was saying nothing, we didn't know if the other three bro's would squirt with us. That was soon settled as Walt said,
`let's get naked',
We helped each other out of clothes until We were all bare assed and up for it. The more we explored our bodies we could see the genetic imprint, not identical as such but patterns emerging.
It sure felt sexier knowing we were family. One big orgy of 69ing, sucking and licking.
`Fuck, your ass smells the same as mine',
`I could be sucking my own dick here',
`I wonder if you'll shoot as far as I do?',
`will our cum taste the same?',
All valid questions which we sorted out that evening. I had the bottle of rum that Frank left, which we sweetened with chilled cola from the vending machine in the hall. No ice, whaddyathink this is a hotel?
I was so horny, I got the lads in a circle, some sat on the edge of the bed, the others kneeling up on the floor and we beat off slowly, chatting, supping the rum mixed with cola, getting mellow in the hot room,
`If you're ready to shoot then stand up', I said.
We all stood up and instinctively linked arms over shoulders and did the champions dance, jumping up and moving to one side, then `keepy uppy' watching cocks bounce as we kept the ball from landing on the floor, then dancing around in a circle, hard dicks banging on thighs and abs, laughing, one hand on cocks as we excited ourselves more, shooting out our loads onto the guys opposite till we were all spent. We fell into a cummy sticky heap on the floor to recover.
We finished the bottle and guys slipped on shorts and dozed, creeping off to their dorms as they woke up cold or busting for a pee.
In the end the four of us were squashed into the bed and on the floor, including Josh, not a bro, sad not to be I think. Zac woke up,
`Put your shorts on Zac and fuck off back to Curtis, he needs you', I said,
`Sam, Seb, fuck off back to your dorm',
`Walt, Pete, can you find your way back to yours, your roomies will be waiting up for you?',
They all left, leaving me and Josh to wonder about the day and what tomorrow might look like.
`Tough day Nathan?' Said Josh as he snuggled up to me,
`Yea, g'night Josh', I said, to the sleeping log at the side of me.
Tbc
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