Mr. Hottie
By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com) Story Consultant: Drew Editor and Proofreader: Jere
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This is a fictional story ... any similarities to actual people, places, events or other entities is purely coincidental. The story involves gay sex, and was written solely for the reading enjoyment of adults who aren't offended by the subject matter! If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now.
Guys,
Thanks to those of you who emailed me after chapter 9. The story had been slow-developing ... maybe too slow ... but I have always tried to be as realistic as possible (for a 58 year old man writing about teenagers lol). Anyway, I enjoy writing all the little sexual tidbits as much, or maybe more, than writing about the sex act itself. Well ... I enjoy writing about that, too! lol
I don't write from an outline, though maybe if I did the story would move at a faster pace. I have always had certain things in mind, that I want to happen as this `slice of life' unfolds. I hope you continue to enjoy reading it!
Greg
Chapter 10
Zach and Shaun straddled a couple of chairs at the sixties-era, chrome legged, kitchen dinette. The worn, bright yellow, plastic cushions of the chairs were cool against their butt cheeks. Zach's stiff cock dribbled onto the chair, as he lifted the lid on the pizza box. Unconcerned about the mess his precum was making, he smiled towards Shaun. "Mmmm, the pizza smells good!"
"Yeah! Man, I'm hungry!" Shaun replied.
"I guess swimming really takes it out of a guy," Heidi observed, while vigorously shaking a bottle of salad dressing.
Zach glanced at his mother. As often as he felt he could get by with it, he had fun teasing his mom about her seeming lack of a love life. With a sly smile creeping across his tanned face, he asked, "Mom, were you expecting a boyfriend to drop by this afternoon?"
Immediately picking up on the joke, Heidi, who was a closet lesbian, shook her head. "I'm not sure, Zach; you know I've got so many." She smiled in Shaun's direction. "Which one came by, anyway?"
"I've never seen this one before, Mom."
"Well, Zach ... I think you've met all my boyfriends." She thought for a moment. No, for sure she wasn't expecting anyone, not for any reason.
"Yeah, that's what I figured." Zach helped himself to a couple slices of pizza. "It was some old guy ... probably wanting to sell you something. I told him we didn't allow salesmen here."
Heidi lifted the large wooden bowl of tossed salad ... mixed greens, cucumbers, red onions, and cherry tomatoes ... from the counter and carried it to the table. Smiling, she handed the bowl to Shaun, before pulling out the chair directly across from the boys and sitting down.
"He was really weird," Shaun added, wide-eyed, taking a large helping of the salad, before passing it to Zach. He reached for a slice of pizza, took a bite out of it, and laid it on his plate. Then he tried some of the salad; it tasted strongly of vinegar, but was pretty good, anyway.
Heidi fixed her eyes on Shaun. "Did something happen when he was here?"
Before Shaun could reply, Zach squeezed Shaun's knee and answered for him. "No, Mom, he just talked to me for a minute." He lifted a slice of pizza to his mouth and took a bite, before smiling reassuringly in his mom's direction.
Heidi studied Zach's face, which appeared unconcerned. "Well, if both you boys were naked when he drove up, I can understand why he might have acted surprised." She smiled. "He probably wasn't used to seeing all that skin on a couple of handsome young men!"
Zach rolled his eyes at Shaun and laughed. "You'd better quit with the `handsome' stuff, Mom ... you're embarrassing Shaun!"
As if on cue, Shaun began to blush ... not so much from what Mrs. Andersen had said, but the way Zach had kidded him.
"Well, it's the truth." Heidi smiled at Shaun. She could take or leave some of Zach's friends, but already she liked this one. While she couldn't put her finger on the reason, he was different from the others, somehow: more polite, for sure! And, from the way the boys acted around each other ... bathing together like they just had ... she couldn't help but wonder if there might be something more than just friendship between them.
As the excess blood slowly drained from Shaun's face, he glanced toward Zach. He wondered why Zach didn't want to tell his mom more about the weirdo. But, since he didn't know Mrs. Andersen all that well yet, Shaun decided he'd leave that kind of stuff up to Zach.
Zach had no intention of telling his mom that he thought the man was a pervert. She might freak out if she knew, and ruin his night with Shaun. No; after all, nothing had happened ... and maybe it never would have.
Zach deftly changed the subject. "I see you've started getting the roses ready for winter, Mom."
Heidi shook her head. "Yes, I finally had a few minutes this afternoon. I sure wish there weren't so many of them, though!" She sighed, because, while the roses were beautiful, they required a LOT of upkeep ... especially since there were between 50 and 75 bushes! "Shaun, when Zach's grandma was still alive, her rose garden was her pride and joy." Reminiscing for a moment, Heidi turned to Zach. "If it was up to me, I'd just let most of them go. But for Mom's sake ... and her memory ... I'll do my best to keep all of them alive and blooming for as long as I can."
Shaun didn't know what to say about the dead grandma, her roses, and all ... so he decided to comment on the food. "This is a really good salad, Mrs. Andersen." Probably because of how he had been raised, unlike some teens, Shaun liked salads and always had. Even the vinegary salad dressing didn't ruin the one Mrs. Andersen had prepared.
"Thank you, Shaun. I'm afraid this will be about the last of the greens from our garden this year."
The three ate and talked for 20 minutes, or so, while Shaun and Heidi got better acquainted. As the meal was winding down, Zach emptied his glass of water, before turning to his mother. "Mom, do you still have that scrapbook ... the one with the pics of me as a little kid in it?"
"Of course I do, Zach!"
"I wanna show it to Shaun."
Heidi smiled. "Well, it's upstairs in my bedroom..."
"Where at?" Without waiting for an answer, Zach scooted back from the table. "I'll go up and get it." In a flash he was on his feet; his dick had almost gone limp during the meal, Shaun noticed, while his own was still mostly hard.
"I think it's in one of the bottom drawers of my dresser."
Zach headed toward the stairs immediately.
"Or, maybe it's on the top shelf of my wardrobe," Heidi called after him, as Zach began to rumble up the stairs. Shaking her head, she smiled at the boy across the table from her. Even though Shaun and Zach were in the same class at school ... and had to be around the same age ... Shaun looked really young to her. "You MUST be special, Shaun. Zach has had plenty of friends out here to the farm; none have ever spent the night, though. And he's SURE never asked to show any of them his baby photos!"
Shaun shrugged his shoulders and began to blush again. He wasn't sure how to respond to the woman; he couldn't just tell her the truth about why Zach wanted to show him the photos, or about what was happening between him and Zach. Whether or not Shaun was all that special to Zach, Zach was sure special to Shaun!
Zach's footsteps could be heard on the creaking floor above their heads, followed by the noise of opening and closing drawers ... more than just a couple!
A worried look crossed Heidi's face. "Zach, don't go rooting through all my things!"
Zack obviously wasn't listening, because more drawers were opened and closed. Heidi was about to go upstairs to look for the scrapbook herself, when Zach called out that he had found it. His footsteps really sounded like thunder, as he raced down the stairs. Seconds later, he darted through the doorway into the kitchen. In his right hand was a large, cream-colored scrapbook. A burgundy velvet ribbon had been carefully tied around it in both directions. He was about to lay it on the table, when Mrs. Andersen shook her head.
"Zach, the table's too messy! Let's clear it off, first; and then all of us can look at the book together."
Zach nodded agreement. With the palm of his hand, he wiped the small pool of pre-cum from the seat of his chair, before laying the book on it. "Shaun, do you want the last slice of pizza?"
"Um, no thanks ... I'm full."
As Zach grabbed the small slice, and wolfed it down, Heidi and Shaun began to clear the table. Zach pitched in moments later, and soon everything had been moved to the counter next to the sink. After Heidi washed and dried the tabletop, she pulled a third chair around to the side where Zach and Shaun had been sitting.
Smiling, Heidi picked up the book and took the leftmost seat. Slowly and lovingly, she untied the ribbon ... placing it off to the side ... as Zach squeezed between his mom and Shaun, taking his seat. Carefully ... almost reverently, it seemed ... Heidi placed the scrapbook on the table in front of Zach.
On the front of the book, `Lars Zachary Andersen' had been neatly hand-lettered, in three lines of carefully centered, broad, black script.
Smiling expectantly, Heidi opened the front cover to the hospital photo of Zach as a wrinkly newborn, along with a short newspaper clipping from the Leadville Herald Democrat announcing baby Lars' birth.
Shaun giggled. "Man, were you ever an ugly baby, Zach!"
"No he wasn't; he was cute," Heidi replied immediately, pretending to be hurt.
Only a mother would call a white haired, blotched-faced, newborn cute!
Halfway embarrassed, Zach rolled his eyes. THIS kind of stuff was why he never wanted to view the scrapbook. Of course, on that particular night, he wanted to see the photos a few pages further toward the back, but he knew it wouldn't do any good to try to rush his mom along. She rarely ever got `The Book' out in his presence ... he could barely remember the last time he'd seen it ... but when she did, she, at least, wanted to savor every page. They brought back so many pleasant memories of her only child, her Lars. Finally she turned the page, revealing two pages jam-packed with snapshots of Zach as a cute infant and young toddler. The next two pages were more of the same. His thick, wavy hair was noticeably longer ... halfway to his shoulders in the later photos ... and he was always wearing clothes. On pages six and seven he was an older toddler, and much, much better looking! Even at that young age, he was apparently running around in the nude some of the time, since he was naked in about a third of the shots.
Finally, she turned to the next page of the book. Two 8x10 glossies of Zach, beside a lake, filled those pages. Zach was a little older and his yellow hair had been cut in a bowl shape. In the first pic ... a full length shot ... his darkly tanned, little body was naked as the day he'd been born. The photographer had pulled back some for the second shot of the amazingly cute little boy ... with one finger in his mouth, while his stiffie, which appeared to be slightly longer than the finger in his mouth, pointed straight out from below his belly. He was standing in front of an awesome, snow-dusted mountain range.
Shaun glanced at Zach, and their eyes met knowingly. "Where were these pictures taken, Mrs. Andersen?" Shaun asked, innocently enough.
"That's Clinton Lake; a nice bike ride from where we used to live. It was always one of our favorite spots in the summer, up until we moved here."
She turned the page to another couple of large photos, obviously taken on the same day.
"Who's the teenager holding me in that shot?" Zach asked.
A wistful smile crossed Heidi's face, as she thought back to that day almost ten years earlier. A couple of moments passed. "Well, Zach ... there were three boys. I don't remember this one's name, for sure." She paused to think. "I'm pretty sure it began with a `T', though. It might have been Travis ... or maybe Taylor." She thought hard. "Hmmm ... maybe it was Tyler." She paused, reminiscing. "Yeah, I think it probably was Tyler. Anyway, he was in high school and part of a photo club, or something. They were nice enough to send me these prints of some of the shots they took."
Zach dropped his hand to Shaun's thigh, squeezing it gently, as his mom spoke.
So the story had been right after all!
They turned another page in the memory book. On the lefthand page was another glossy of Zach, wearing a smallish pair of faded red shorts, and his much younger mother. She had even been sort of pretty back then, Shaun thought. On the right page were Zach's kindergarten photos: a portrait of Zach, all dressed up with his hair combed neatly, and a second shot of the entire class. The following pages contained elementary and middle school photos of Zach, along with some artwork and a Valentine's Day card for his mom, that he had drawn and colored as a first or second grader. There were a few birthday cards, as well as his grade cards ... which weren't all that good ... and a few homework assignments from when he went to school in Leadville. He definitely was an average student, at best!
While neither Zach nor Shaun could see why anyone would want to keep old schoolwork, obviously it meant something special to Heidi. A few minutes before 9:30, she closed the book and re-tied the ribbon around it.
"Well, those dishes aren't going to wash themselves," she commented, while standing. "I'm really glad we got out this scrapbook tonight, though."
"Me, too!" both Zach and Shaun agreed.
The three made quick work of the dishes, and as Zach put the last of the utensils in the drawer, Heidi wished she could suggest they head into the living room to talk for a while longer. She liked Shaun; and, if Zach had a thing for him, she could definitely see why. But, because she was sure the boys would rather be by themselves, she told them that she was going to watch TV in her bedroom for a bit and then turn in.
Heading in the direction of the bathroom, she smiled. "Don't you boys stay up too late, now."
As far as Zach was concerned, `too late' could mean almost anything. "We won't, Mom. Good night."
"`Night, Mrs. Andersen," Shaun added.
No sooner had she left the room and stepped into the bathroom, when Shaun turned to Zach. "I hope you're about ready to pay up for the race you lost!"
"Fuck, yeah ... I've been ready all night," Zach replied. "As soon as Mom gets out of the bathroom, I gotta take a piss ... but, Shaun, I can hardly wait!" As if to prove the point, his dick, which had been mostly limp for quite a while, began to throb to life.
As soon as she had completed her bathroom chores, Mrs. Andersen said goodnight to the boys and headed upstairs. While Zach took her place in the bathroom, Shaun stepped into Zach's room, clicked on the overhead light, and found his rumpled pair of shorts on the bedroom floor. He pulled out his toothbrush, and soon both boys had pissed and brushed their teeth.
Zach's throbbing dick was beginning to dribble pre-cum again, by the time the boys crossed the hall to his bedroom. He shut the door behind them, before their eyes met in a lustful glance. Though Shaun didn't need any urging, Zach excitedly pushed him towards the unmade bed.
"You lay down with your legs hanging off this side, okay?"
"Sure," Shaun replied, lying back on top of the rumpled sheets.
Smiling, Zach took hold of Shaun's coltish legs, pulling his friend toward the edge of the bed a bit. After he was satisfied with everything, he spread Shaun's legs wide and knelt on the floor between them. Because he'd never sucked a cock before ... and was afraid Shaun's meat might taste bad ... Zach was more nervous than he had been in a long time. But he'd lost the swimming race on purpose, just for this moment ... and what he hoped it would lead to. He was going to give Shaun the best head he possibly could. Trying to conjure up a mouthful of spit, Zach rested his left hand on Shaun's kneecap. He began to lean his head down, but raised it again with a sudden thought.
"Shaun, I've never done anything like this before; so promise you'll let me know if you like it, or it hurts, or anything."
"Okay, I will." Shaun's body seemed to be a bundle of nerve endings. On pins and needles, he waited to feel Zach's mouth engulf his penis. He raised himself up on his elbows, so he could watch what was about to happen.
Zach lowered his head again. Shaun's equipment was right in front of him. Four-plus throbbing inches of pubescent boy-cock lay against his belly, perfectly splitting the small nest of short hair at it's base, while Shaun's jewels hung deliciously in their hairless, loose, wrinkled sack. Zach traced his hand up the inner thigh of Shaun's right leg, before gently cupping his scrotum. Just by being touched, the balls inside it jerked, pulling somewhat tighter.
Zach smiled at the way Shaun's body was so sensitive to his touch.
`Here goes nothing,' he thought, steeling his resolve a final time. Prying Shaun's cock away from his torso, and pointing it upward, Zach opened his mouth and went down on his friend ... all the way down. He began to gag, and surprised, he pulled off right away. It wasn't as easy to take a cock to the hilt, as they made it look in the videos. However, he hadn't tasted a thing!
The warmth of Zach's mouth, and especially the sensation of his wet tongue gliding over the bottom side of his penis ... even only one time, sent shivers of pleasure up Shaun's spine. He sucked in his breath and whimpered softly.
Never one to give up easily on something he really wanted to do, Zach went down on Shaun again. This time he knew what to expect, and he didn't take his friend's cock quite as deep. Since his mouth had made plenty of spit when he gagged, Zach slurped wetly around the throbbing pole.
Shaun closed his eyes and lay back. He tried to relax, but he was too keyed up by everything. "Zach, what you're doing feels fucking amazing!"
`Wow! So he really was doing a good job!' Zach thought, doubling his efforts. He closed his lips and began to bob his head up and down.
Shaun concentrated on the feelings, and before he knew what was happening, he was right on the edge. "Oh, shit, Zach! I'm gonna cum soon!" Suddenly, his balls pulled tighter to his groin, while his penis became harder than ever in Zach's mouth. Too late, he tried to hold back the cum. "Oh, shit!"
A few months earlier, Zach had been curious and tasted his own semen. While he couldn't say he enjoyed the bland flavor, it obviously hadn't killed him to eat it, either. Rather than pulling off, he closed his lips tightly around the base of Shaun's fiery-red cock head, as it began to spurt onto his tongue. Shaun's cum wasn't all that good-tasting, either, and Zach swallowed it quickly.
Moments later ... after he'd sucked out every drop ... he pulled off and laughed. "Hey, no mess anymore!"
With a smirk on his face, Shaun sat up. "So you swallowed it and everything?"
Zach opened his mouth wide to show his friend. Except for his tongue and rows of pearly white teeth, it was empty. He had REALLY enjoyed sucking cock ... a lot more than he'd expected.
"Yep! It doesn't taste too bad, Shaun."
"Cool," Shaun replied, though he still needed a couple of answers from Zach, before he'd take his friend's manhood into his mouth. "Didn't my cock taste all yucky, Zach? You know ... like pee, or something?"
Zach shook his head, as he climbed onto the bed beside Shaun. "I was afraid of that, too." He looked his friend squarely in the eyes. "But, honest, Shaun, I didn't taste anything ... just skin. Until you nutted, that is ... and, like I said ... cum doesn't taste all THAT bad either."
Shaun stared long into Zach's excited eyes, and not seeing any hint of a lie in them, he sat up. "I wanna try sucking you, too, Zach."
"Awesome, Shaun! I was hoping you would."
Shaun smiled tentatively, as he slid off of the bed and onto the floor. Immediately, Zach spread his legs, giving Shaun complete access to his equipment. While the guys in the video from earlier that day had sucked each other, Shaun hadn't really paid much attention to their technique. So, he decided to just try to mimic what Zach had done to him. He didn't plan to gag, however ... there was no way he'd ever try to swallow all of Zach's six inches ... but every fiber in his body wanted to make Zach feel good. Taking Zach's throbbing penis in his left hand, Shaun stroked the shaft a couple of times, while licking his lips.
Zach's body shuddered in anticipation. He had dreamed about a moment like this, ever since he first heard about blow jobs.
Just when he needed lots of spit, Shaun's mouth went dry, and he laughed nervously. "Fuck, Zach, my mouth just dried up." But he skinned back Zach's bulbous cock head, anyway; a large drop of precum clung to the slit. His tongue licked the top of the rough head, and a bit of saliva began to flow. So far, Zach had been right ... a clean cock didn't have any taste ... and Shaun began to toy with the slit. Laughing, he raised his head. "Your precum tastes sorta salty!"
Zach chuckled. "Oh yeah ... sorry I forgot to tell you about that, Shaun."
"No problem." Lustfully eyeing Zach's meat, Shaun lowered his face. As he began to work on Zach, the more Shaun concentrated, the more he relaxed. Soon the juices began to flow again from beneath his tongue. Seconds later, he had the large head of Zach's cock, and the top third of the shaft, in his mouth.
"Dude! Keep doing what you're doing! It feels awesome!" One after another, the encouraging phrases poured out of Zach's mouth ... and he meant every word. "Shaun, you're amazing, man!"
Lots of times in the past, Shaun had felt like he wasn't good at much of anything, but not that night. Even though he hadn't known much about sucking off another guy, he seemed to get the hang of it right away ... from what Zach was saying, anyway. After three or four minutes of intense sucking, Zach cried out that he was about to nut. There was no question as to whether or not Shaun would pull off. As Zach's muscular body stiffened, and he began to shoot, Shaun lapped up every drop!
While Zach still had the major hots for Mr. Carter, he meant every word, as he reached down and pulled Shaun onto the bed beside him. "Fuck, you're the best, Shaun!" Zach loosely took Shaun into his arms and kissed him ... not a peck this time, but a real, honest-to-goodness kiss.
This seems like a good place to end chapter 10. I sure hope you guys enjoyed reading it ... and if you did, why don't you send me an email and let me know? fotogme11@yahoo.com
Thanks, Greg
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