Storm Zac - Part 20
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 last year.
The DNA tests taken in Nathan's Genetics foundation class kick up a lot of dust, seems like a super sperm spreader has sired a whole swim team, football and soccer team combined.
As the kids in their safe, college cocoon come to terms with their new bro's. Frank and Joey have to tell the rest of the world before the media drop the bombshell and it leaks out of college.
Please donate to nifty. https://donate.nifty.org/
Enjoying the story? email me at scribblerlad@hotmail.com
Storm Zac - Part 20
Frank I left Zac and Amerhurst behind and sped off in the RV, I'm jealous of Curtis, jealous of Zac's youth, jealous of Nathan, jealous of all the opportunities I've missed shackled to `Him' how I've wasted my life and now Zac, my boy Zac has let me down. Can we ever get back to what we had?
I drive along thinking, country music playing, I thought `heck, it's only sex. Zac shooting it up Curtis ass means nothing to either of them, to Curtis, to Zac and nothing to me either, it's just somewhere warm to lodge your pole and get off. Wayne sure thinks so, Warren don't think, he just acts.
Yeah, I got this, and as Zac said, what's good for the goose, is good for the gander. It's time for me to have some fun.
I see the turn off ramp for Orange,
`Maybe I will drop by to Carlson farm, get them signed up, maybe I'll find more of Joeys seed wandering free?'.
Frank adjusted his cock in his chinos, he was thinking of William and Thomas's bodies. He pulls in, they have electric gates across the drive, a solenoid clicks and the gates open. Driving up he sees this is a big outfit, they look to be doing real well.
A tall, fair haired guy met me.
`Are you Mr Tucker?', said the guy.
`Heck no Sir, I've called in about the farm insurance, just a courtesy call',
Oh', he said disappointed, one of the boys will show you around, my apologies but I'm waiting on my lawyer, my wife got some news last night and she has gone and run off and left me.',
`Joseph', he shouted
A big guy runs out, stocky, broad shoulders, narrow waist, nice bulge, 6' I'd guess, he's drying his hair on a towel, blue denim shirt open, he's wearing well worn cut off jeans, his beautiful curved thighs ending at the frayed white cotton hem and a beaver band of white, well rubbed denim over his package. Topped off with boots.
`Yes Pa?'
Meet Joseph' said his Pa. My second son',
`Pleased to meet you, Sir, call me Joey',
`Likewise, and it's Frank',
Another guy drives up in the ATV.
`Hi, I saw the car, came to help, I'm Nate, Joeys elder brother',
`You look like twins',
I say, ogling at them, almost drooling.
Heck no' says Nate I'm a year older, well 11 months, Pa you ol' rascal, your spunk must've been like cottage cheese',
he hit his Pa playfully on the shoulder and then in his stomach, just gentle warm contact, rubbing his shoulders affectionately.
`I apologise for my son Frank, he's just 19 and wants to run the farm and put me out to grass. I'll leave it them to give you the 10 penny tour and authorise the renewal',
`Thanks Mr Carlson' I say as a black Merc hums at the gates, waiting,
`This looks more like a lawyers motor', he said as he perused my dusty RV.
`Come on Frank, we'll start on the barns, might as well check your inventory'.
Nate put his arm over my shoulder like we were best buddies as we walked across the yard to the outbuildings complex. I relished the contact as I think Nate did. Joey caught up and hung his arm across my other side. Heavenly.
`Sure good to have company through the day, gets mighty lonely out here, with just Joeys ugly mug to look at, what are you 160 pounds?' He asks me.
`Heck no, I'm 185, I try to keep in shape though',
`Looks like your succeeding' says Joey as he looks my ass up and down and they release me from their clutches as we enter the barn.
It's a workshop really with a concrete floor, double height right up to the roof, all insulated with corrugated walls and skylights with a mezzanine and a small kitchen off.
Come on I'll show you our security, for the insurance. Joey takes off his shirt,
`it's hot in here, solar gain, can't do nothing about it architect said when we built this place'.
He's as sturdy as his brother by the looks of him, just a bit shorter, his broad chest and abs covered in sun ripened golden hairs, his low rise cut offs showing a tantalising strip of a darker red bush, the long hairs being pulled down below his belt and his cock outlined in the denim.
Nate shows me the bedroom and security screens,
`we sleep over here, we take it in turns, the screen shows all the cameras and night lighting, we've seen off a couple of hoodlums trespassing on our land already since we had it',
`Worth the outlay but it does get lonely up here', says Nate,
`It always better when there's two of us' said Joey, looking at Nate directly, who's licking his lips, getting flustered.
We see Pa and the lawyer go into the house on the security screen.
`Looks like moms gone for good, she got a phone call last night, packed a little case and headed out, leaving her wedding ring and diamond engagement on the counter top',
`Pa says she going to find Joey', said Nate,
`We was confused cos Joeys right here, but Pa just shook his head in his hands.',
Nate went to the small kitchen and took out a cold cans and tossed them to us, he held his can to his forehead, then spun it across his pecs and for a joke, nestled in in his crotch.
`Oh man this feels better, I'm like a horndog today', his cock is almost as thick as the can.
I looked over at Joey who was doing the same,
`Who's piece looks the thickest Frank?', says Joey as they both walked towards me.
`Well it's hard to say without a closer inspection, an insurance evaluation you understand?',
`We do Frank, I seen you salivating over Jo when you arrived as I watched you right on the TV here',
he replayed a video of my face ogling Joey alongside another camera view of my chinos and my dick tube expanding and my ass cheeks pulsing.
`Looks like I got you all hot and bothered don't it',
`Busted' I say.
I undid Joeys buckle, undid his button fly and his shorts fell, commando. I felt the girth and weight of his cock as Nate undid his belt, pushing his dick at my face as I knelt.
I sniffed deeply, fuck these two are gorgeous. I weighed them, measured them, Nate at 19 was a little more developed than Joey,
`Well it's Nate who the daddy here, you gotta keep on exercising it Joey and you might catch up, it's actually very close, head to head',
I got onto all fours, held my drink and poured it over Joeys cock head dripping it into my waiting mouth, I swallowed, then took him deep. He was face fucking me as Nate lined up, he growled up a huge wad of farmers spit and lubed my hole, smelly after the heat and those vinyl seats, he pushed on in, fuck what a stud.
I took him in one delicious thrust of his hips, his shaft deep in me, that glorious feeling of fullness coupled with pain and pleasure. The two boys kissed passionately, leaning over me as they humped me.
Joey was close and he pulled out ready to shoot, Nate did the same, the two men stood either side of my face and with my tongue out they unloaded their spunk straight onto my flat, twitching broad leaf tongue, then squirted more in my mouth and over my face, in my eyes. These were big cummers, I felt the hot jizz stinging my eyes and run down my face, I licked a rope off my upper lip, salty, the salty mushroom flavored liquor of life.
I swallowed and suckled them, as they writhed, so sensitive after cumming, kissing each other as I cleaned off their cummy cocks like a maid, making sure they were shiny sparkling.
`So is your Ma, coming back?',
I said wiping my cummy face on Joeys shirt, savouring his damp sweaty cloth.
`Dunno, don't care' they both said,
`She was never here, she gave him a right old time.',
`Pa brought us both up, Mom was always away, at an aunts, her mother, you name it. We slept in one big ol bed till we built this place. One or the two of us sleep here now we're getting older, Pa didn't like us messing about with each other in his bed.'.
`Ma often said she made the wrong choice, she should've been selling the seeds, not planting them',
`We never knew what she meant but Pa just used to sulk.',
The boys offered to beat me off, but I declined.
We finished the tour, I noted the better security and said I'd email the quote and the direct debit would pay me. I gave them 10 referral cards to try to earn some extra money. They hooted, $100 a piece they said, easy money. Let's hope so.
We did a macho bro hug. I drove off in the RV to a shady lane to rest up and think.
I looked at my messages, heck something was going off.
My cell rang, it was Wayne.
Heck something bigs going off, there's lots of TV trucks are parked outside Joey Clayton's store, and we've had people asking us if we're Joey Clayton's kids. I told em they'd better not disrespect my mother again, they repeated the question, so I warned them to leave, the guy was still prattling on just staring at the camera so I went over to him and I said `look I've warned you plenty. I thumped the reporter guy clean on his chin, he went down, out like a sack o' seed, lights out. Warren and Lenny then herded the reporter and crew off your land using the ATV's, he's a smart kiddo. They're now camped over by the entrance.',
`Don't say anything to anyone, I'm on my way, I'm about an hour away'.
I quickly entered the details of the farm quote into the laptop and pressed send, the processing system would do the rest. I made sure I was decent (cummy hair check, zipper up), and drove off.
I pulled in to the farm as my phone was bleeping. The TV lights came on almost blinding me, they stood in front of my RV, the camera right by the window taking video of me, I shouted them to clear my path or I'd call the police. No need, they sped up behind me, sirens wailing,
The police cleared my way. I went to see Ma and the boys.
Ma says,
`oh my, what a mess, it looks like Joey planted his seed in more women than just me, look on TV, there's a line of them women outside the store, all similar, he sure liked big bosoms and long legs, he's vanished of course'.
Waynes mum phoned, crying, we just heard her sobbing and Waynes saying `that's all right Ma, no I won't of hear it, you were the best Ma we could have wished for, don't matter who's seed it was, you and Pa raised two good boys, we love you Ma', Wayne rang off and him and Warren hugged.
Warren says, do I have to call Joey Clayton dad now?,
Never' says Wayne. Lennys phone rings, it's his Ma, yes, I'm watching it now, no, I understand' was all we heard him say.
I took calls from the farms I'd visited, it seems Joey had fertilised those women with his seed as well, apparently it was at the county fair. The mothers said that he was quick and ever so considerate, made them feel like real women, not like the immature, ornery girls they were, girls just up for a good time whilst their men or Pa drank themselves stupid in the beer tent.
The TV company tracked Joeys decedents down by offering a free DNA test and $50 cash for any naturally red haired kids and siblings aged between 17 to 25 and if the test proved positive, to take part in a TV program. The mothers were paid $1000 bucks for an interview and for filming their story.
Joey was quite the star in the county. He was eventually located living in a lake side shack he'd bought years before as a getaway, he was spotted and followed buying groceries and booze at a local store by a suspicious red topped 18 year old boy looking for answers.
Joey did OK in the end, no actual law was broken, Joey was just a good looking, rampant teen who could charm the pants off girls. He earned his money then by providing semen to a sperm bank and on a Saturday night he'd entertain girls in the back of his truck, in barns, in fact anywhere he could get it up and shoot his load.
The TV show aired on Greater Boston GBH2, with an interview from Joey intercut with testimonies of the women and with his children. Seems he had sired redtops all over the state. No numbers can be put on his sexual exploits.
His business is doing even better, the guys all want to shake his hand, some even grab at his crotch saying `what weapon are ya hiding Joey?'. His financial responsibilities are huge, he's said he doesn't want to go bankrupt and he'll try do his best by his sons and daughters.
Joey came to see me, we sat on the porch with a beer and well Joey was super relaxed, happiest I've seen him, that ol' grin and sparkle had returned. He says he needs to earn some serious money and wants to set-up a fund that his kids can apply to for grants for education and offer work placements. That got me thinking of how to expand the farm stores.
Zac and Nate, Seb and Sam, and the other half brothers continued at college. The fact that they were related only strengthened their desire to fuck each other stupid whenever they could. The red tops cleaned up both in swimming and academically.
The farming side has expanded with the Red Tops farm stores opening across the county, boosted by the free publicity. We added Joeys Garden Centres with a well endowed cartoon Joey on the sign, beaming down on his customers. I managed the staffing and admin, Joey managed the stock. We were growing ornamentals now as well as vegetables.
I had a good supply of ginger workers keen to get on in the world, farm managers freshly qualified from Amerhurst and plenty of fine looking red headed farm workers to prepare, plant, pick and pack.
The bunkhouse is full of lusty, fit lads, Wayne and Warren have their pick! Ma cooks and washes for them, but they wash and change their own beds. `I aint handling crusty sheets' she says.
We are like one big, very big, happy family, no complications.
The insurance side was doing well, the family affiliation secured regular renewals from farms all over the county. The referral cards grew the business organically and at almost no cost and provided ways for the younger guys to earn and escape farm life in their newly purchased beatup motors.
The insurance company share fund was doing nicely as well. As the farms made more profit then they used that to buy more of the farm back from me. The Garden Centres were 50:50 mine and Joeys, he was building his trust fund nicely, feeling better and better about himself, if that's possible?
I know your itching to find out about Zac and me, I thought I'd let Zac tell his side of that story, he's out in the RV at the moment, visiting growers, looking at tomatoes, or is it squeezing some lucky guys plums?
Zac's Story Heck, finding out we were all related was a shock, but after the grief it brought us closer together. We were famous on campus, the seven of us never had any difficulty getting ass, some of the boys even took to dating girls. Heck we hardly had time for studying, it was swimming, sex and study in that order.
That night when Frank left I was so angry with him, he couldn't see that he'd let me down, that his screwing around just minimised our relationship. Was I `just another hole' to him?
I was a real pain in the ass to Curtis. I guess I was just messed up. Curtis says
`well Zac, what's good for the goose is good for the gander',
I took him up on that and we became close again.
I heard from Wayne. Frank, the dirty rascal is still fucking anything that moves or is stationary for long enough. I guess all those years with `Him', shackled in that dick gage monstrosity took away his fun, well he's sure making up for it now.
We're wearing our wedding rings again, we came to the conclusion that it's only sex, just the thrill of cumming up a warm chute, into a pussy mouth or squirting it out on a pal, nothing really, not like the love I have of him.
The ol' horny bastard still makes my stomach turn, and my cock harden when I see him smile at me, or brush up against my ass. Curtis understands, he's got his own ideas of a business brewing; fish farming.
We graduated, at the commencement the hall was a sea of red tops, we got our diplomas to a cheer and the after party was a riot, a real family affair with proud parents and whole families celebrating their first issue attending College.
I'm getting to know the business, living with Frank, Wayne and Warren in the house. Curtis calls in regularly, he's got a job in Mystic running boat trips, he's got his eye on a patch of land next to a road with a lake.
Wayne and Warren miss their old place and just the two of them, so Frank, well the farm, bought a trailer for them to live in, to give them their own space, it gives us more privacy as well.
Ma is getting old now, Rachael, one of Joeys spunk, works in the house, managing the housekeeping with Ma keeping an eye on her, forbidding the redtops from messing with her.
We have bunk nights' back at the farm, where after playing cards and drinking shine it's lights out and we go for it, any ass, any hole any number of times. We always seem to end up together in the morning, Frank, me, Warren and Wayne, cuddling close, exhausted after a wild night. Wayne and Warren holding hands walking back to their own space.
A few years back we built a nice place for Wayne and Warren off the back of a small barn that used to keep farm machinery, they love it, its much warmer in winter than the old trailer.
The barn is right next door to the bunkhouse so in the gap between we built communal showers, it's not very grand but has space for all the guys to have a good shower and shine most mornings before work, just like the college dorms but all concrete and drains, very primitive, open shitters, no ones anything to hide, were all just horned up guys, it's quicker, more efficient.
I like to watch Franks naked ass as he runs across the yard in the morning to the `comms', I'll follow with his towel, that he usually forgets and we'll share a shower unless he's already gotten a better offer. Then it's chow time in the bunkhouse, then off to work.
Frank and Joey set up Joeys Garden Centres at the side of the farm stores, selling plants and garden tools and the like. It's a growing business, they share the parking and facilities, the bigger stores have a cafe and a playground for kids so families visit, somewhere to go, an attraction sort of.
I reckon the family own 40% of the farm now, from nothing after Pa boozed it all away. We can get to 49%, with Franks 51%, but as we are married I own more than the others.
The farm insurance is a nice safety net, its our retirement fund, and its building up nicely, it keeps us in touch with my wider, new family.
With the Farm co-operative and Garden centres Frank recons we're millionaires, it sure don't feel so hauling your ass outta the cot at 5:30 on a freezing morning, leaving Frank all toasty warm.
Well, that just about wraps up the story. Oh but I do have some news for you.
We're set to expand RedTops Stores inc. Joeys Garden Centres and Family Cafe's into California. Frank has leased a 1000 acres in the Salinas Valley down close to King City with an option to purchase after 2 years, its is a good spot to grow vegetables and has huge conurbations close by. We're taking 5 redtops to start us off including Lenny and Joel who are just itching to go, to set up a new life together. Lennys finally filled out, he's a gorgeous kid.
Frank reckons the west coast climate will suit us both better and he's always looking to sign up more farms for insurance. He's telling me to stop typing in bed, oh he's spooning me now, licking my ear, I'm suddenly as hard as a rail, I wince as I feel Frank slide his pole up me, his hand stretches around and he closes the laptop lid.
End
If you've enjoyed this romp the why not try some of my others :
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/beginnings/tommy-a-northern-lad/
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/blossoming-bud/
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/ryan-air/
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/wales-discovery/
Please donate to nifty. https://donate.nifty.org/
Enjoyed the ride? Then email me at scribblerlad@hotmail.com