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.
Chapter 39
When Heidi opened her nightstand drawer, she immediately knew someone had been into it. Not only was the vibrator out of its usual place, but everything else had been messed-up! It had to have been the boys, and Zach hadn't even bothered to clean his cum off of the sex toy, before putting it back. Heidi shook her head; but even the anger she felt toward her son couldn't dispel her extreme horniness.
Later that night, as she and the boys sat around the table after supper, Heidi cleared her throat. She looked from Shaun to Zach.
"Zach, somebody was in one of my drawers this afternoon."
Zach was speechless. He was sure he'd gotten away with everything; but somehow, it now seemed he'd been found out. "Um..." His face began to turn deep red, something that only happened to him in times of EXTREME embarrassment.
Heidi was staring down at the table, and didn't seem to notice. The speech she had been planning to deliver to her son had undergone many changes, since she had first discovered that Zach had been in her nightstand drawer. At first, she was angry ... plain and simple. She didn't like anybody sneaking around behind her back and rooting through her things. But after allowing herself to calm down, she had decided there were much worse things that Zach could be doing with his time, than playing with her sex toys.
"Zach, if you wanted to try the vibrator, I'd have let you. All you had to do was ask."
Zach sighed and glanced at the tabletop for a moment, before fixing his gaze on his mom. "I'm sorry, Mom. It's just we..." Zach was about to mention the video he and Shaun had been watching, but he was sure his mom didn't know he did that kind of stuff when he was online ... and he wasn't eager for her to find out. "Sorry. It won't happen again."
Looking up, Heidi half-smiled ... but at least there was warmth in it. "You know, son, I may be old, but I still remember how teenage hormones work. In the heat of the moment, sometimes you just don't think." The sincerity in her voice held her son's gaze. "But it's especially in times like those that you NEED to use your brains." She looked earnestly from Zach to Shaun. "One of these days it could get you two in serious trouble if you don't." Although she had already decided she would let Zach use her sex toy ... on the condition he cleaned it afterwards ... she decided to wait a few days and make him `earn' the privilege before telling him.
Light snow continued until well into the evening. By the time the boys woke up, late the next morning, the conversation with Heidi was a distant memory ... not completely forgotten, but not anything to fret over, either. After a quick bite to eat, both teens took to the slopes' of the Anderson farm. The slopes' were really just slight undulations in the land, only a few feet high, but they worked perfectly for teaching Shaun the basic moves he would need to get started snowboarding. Over the next month and a half, in anticipation of their first ski trip during winter break, Shaun used every opportunity to hone his fledgling skills. Of course, he still had to talk his dad into buying him a snowboard of his own ... but, if all else failed, maybe it could be a Christmas present.
Heidi had to catch-up on some bookkeeping for her business; but after an early lunch on Saturday, Jeremy, Liam, Shaun, and Zach visited the J bar A. While Jeremy and Liam spent most of their time with Tim and his partner, Josh, Zach and Shaun hung around with Kaiden and Ryan. When Kaiden found out that neither Shaun nor Zach had ridden on horseback before, he decided they needed to remedy that situation. He and Ryan saddled four sure-footed horses, and the twenty-somethings took the teens on a riding tour of the snowy ranch. By the time they returned, a few hours later, they had met many of the ranch workers, visited the nearby pastures, and seen the cattle up close.
On the way back to the barn, as they were riding through the ranch compound, Shaun nodded toward a metal building with a brick front and asked, "Is that where the swimming pool is?"
"Yep." Ryan laughed. "Do you guys wanna go for a swim?"
"Yeah ... I do, anyways." Zach glanced toward Shaun, who nodded his agreement. "I've been wearing clothes for WAY too long today!"
All four laughed. They quickly unsaddled the horses, fed and watered them, and soon were hurrying across the gravel driveway toward the pool building. Warm, moist air, heavy with the smell of chlorine assaulted them, as Zach opened the steamy door. It was all he could do, to wait until they were inside the locker room to strip out of his clothes. The others were right behind him. Obviously, Kaiden and Ryan were every bit as comfortable, swimming in the nude, as Zach and Shaun.
A net had been strung across the pool, and Ryan grabbed a volleyball from one of the deck chairs and tossed it into the water.
"I get Zach for my partner," he laughed. With his long, thick, fire hose of a cock dangling, he jumped into the chest-deep water. Zach was right behind him.
Kaiden, draped his arm over Shaun's slight shoulder. "Come on Shaun, we'll show them."
Smiling broadly, they joined the others in the water.
Kaiden suggested that they play to 18, best two out of three; and the winners would get to choose whether they wanted to give the other guys blow jobs, or they wanted to receive them. Everyone was more than happy with plan. Ryan and Zach won the first game: 18-13. But Shaun and Kaiden came roaring back to take the second: 18-8. They had just begun to play the tie breaker, when the outside door opened and the four older men walked through it.
"So here you guys are," Jeremy chuckled. "We've been looking all over for you."
"Do you guys wanna join us?" Ryan asked, leaning forward over the floating volleyball he'd been planning to serve. "Blow jobs for the winners..."
While laughing ruefully, Liam glanced at the three men by his side. "I wish I could, anyway." He looked at the boys. "But something came up at work, and I have to head into the office." He shook his head. "I guess they can't live without me there."
Josh smiled. "Well, work's what pays the bills; but we expect you guys to visit us often!"
"Cool! Because Kaiden and I were about to win this game!" At the thought of Ryan giving him head, Zach smirked.
"In your dreams," Ryan answered, as the four got out of the pool.
The teens quickly showered and dressed; and soon they were bidding goodbye to the guys on the ranch. They drove through Boulder, on the way home, and dropped Liam off at his office, before taking Zach home. Around six, Liam called that he was FINALLY finished at work, and after Jeremy and Shaun picked him up, they had a noisy dinner at a Boulder microbrewery.
The days leading up to Thanksgiving seemed to creep by ... especially for Shaun and Zach ... but the four day holiday weekend finally arrived. More than the Thanksgiving feast, and all the weekend football games, Jeremy was eagerly looking forward to the following Monday morning when he would finally lose the boot for good! Hopefully his life would return to some semblance of normalcy ... if that would ever be possible, now that Shaun was a full-fledged teen and in love with Zach.
Even though Tuesday would be a school day, Liam had already told Jeremy that they were going dancing on Monday night, to celebrate his newfound freedom! Liam left work early, and picked-up Jeremy after school on that Monday afternoon. A few minutes before 4:30, as the men pulled into the clinic parking lot, Jeremy turned toward his lover.
"I have to tell you, Liam, after my accident, I thought this day would never arrive. But you know ... now that it's finally here ... it seems like the last six weeks flew by!"
Liam chuckled. "I guess it's because you had me and the boys to take your mind off of your foot." He whipped the Volvo into a parking space near the door.
"You guys played a HUGE part in making my time on crutches and in the boot a lot more pleasant!"
Smiling, Jeremy shook his head, then leaned across the console and pecked Liam's stubbled cheek. Recently, the 22 year old had taken to only shaving his dark, heavy beard every 3 days. In Jeremy's opinion, it made him look even hotter, if that was possible. As Liam shifted the car into `Park' and turned off the engine, Jeremy reached to the floorboard between his feet. Picking up the matching right shoe to the one he had on his left foot, he opened the car door and climbed out.
Liam pressed the lock button on the key fob and smiled at Jeremy. "Let's get you upstairs and out of that thing once and for all!"
Jeremy nodded his head. "Never to use it again!"
He hobbled after Liam toward the double glass entrance doors of the modern clinic building. And, a few minutes later, both men were being ushered into one of the brightly lit examination rooms. Before Jeremy could sit down, the Physicians's Assistant escorted him down the hall to be x-rayed. Jeremy removed the worn-looking boot and reclined on the x-ray table, before being instructed to hold his foot at odd angles for the three shots.
A few minutes later, to smiles all around, the orthopedic specialist reviewed the x-rays with both men, and proclaimed Jeremy well on the way to being completely healed. He could expect the swelling and stiffness in the foot to linger for a while, but both would gradually subside until the foot was back to normal. The doctor said Jeremy probably shouldn't try running a marathon any time soon, but he wouldn't need to take any special care with normal, daily tasks. He wouldn't need to return for another follow-up visit, unless he had a problem of some kind.
"Thank you, Doctor!" Jeremy stated sincerely, as he leaned down to pick up his right shoe and put it on.
Nodding at the shoe, the Orthopedist chuckled. "Good luck with that, Mr. Carter!"
Seconds later, it was also obvious to Jeremy that his foot was too swollen to fit in the sneaker. However, there was no way in hell that he was going to wear the boot a minute longer; he'd go barefoot or wear flip-flops, in the dead of winter, if necessary! Thinking about his predicament for a moment, he unlaced the shoe all the way and was finally able to stuff his foot into it. When he stood to leave, walking felt very different. After being forced to walk in an unusual, heavy-heeled manner while in the boot ... with his forefoot barely touching the ground ... Jeremy would have to get used to walking normally again. But he was sure that wouldn't take long!
The men had a leisurely, early dinner in Longmont, before driving to a nightclub in Boulder. Liam paid the cover charge for both men and asked for a secluded corner table, away from the action of the dance floor. Because it was still early, and the live band wouldn't begin performing for nearly half an hour, there were plenty of empty tables to choose from. After they were seated, Jeremy glanced around the darkened, half-filled room and smiled at his lover.
"You know, Liam ... our first night of clubbing was a lot of fun, but I like the quiet of this place much better."
"Well, I've been here before, Jem," Liam laughed. "And on weekends, anyway, it's jammin'!"
After ordering mugs of dark, full-bodied ale, the men talked about their day with each other. While Jeremy and Liam sat out the fast dances, they had plenty of opportunities to slow dance in each other's arms. Sometime before eleven, the men left the club for home. An hour later, sexually satisfied and still holding Liam's potent cum in his ass, Jeremy stretched toward the small lamp on the nightstand next to his head, and turned it out.
He rolled under his lover's outstretched right arm, spooning in front of him. "I love you so much, Liam!"
Resting his hand on Jeremy's taut belly and fingering the hair, Liam chuckled. He'd been toying with an idea all evening, and this seemed like the perfect time to bring it up.
"Enough to wear that sweater and pair of jeans I gave you, to school, tomorrow? For me?"
When Jeremy didn't immediately reply, Liam added, "You know ... your birthday present."
"The tight, sexy stuff, huh..." During his tenure at Cherry Hill, other teachers had worn sexy clothing to school, but Jeremy never had. "There is a teacher at school who wears that kind of stuff once in while ... but he's a lot closer to your age, Liam."
"Sounds like a man after my own heart." In the darkness, Liam smiled, before kissing the nape of Jeremy's neck. He circled his hand among the hair on Jeremy's stomach. "Damn, I'd like to see you in that stuff again, Jem ... and having you wear it to school would be a big turn-on for me. Fuck, I'll be hard all day imagining you teaching class in those things." He snickered. "And I bet you can guess what that'll mean when I get home from work"
"Probably that Shaun needs to spend another night at Zach's house!" Jeremy chuckled. "Well, Liam ... when you put everything that way, I don't see how I can refuse." As Jeremy felt Liam's massive dick stiffen in his butt crack, he snuggled even closer to his naked lover, tucking the back of his head in the cleft below Liam's chin. "Goodnight, Liam."
"`Night, Jem. I love you, man."
Liam sighed blissfully, and soon both men were fast asleep. During the night, they never rolled far from each other. On Tuesday morning, when the alarm began to beep incessantly, Liam was on his back with Jeremy curled next to him.
"Fuck!" Liam mumbled sleepily, rolling toward the nightstand on his side of the bed. Never opening his eyes, he groped clumsily for the snooze bar. After tapping it and silencing the alarm, he rolled next to his still-sleeping lover. Nine minutes later, he repeated the process, knocking the alarm clock onto the floor after silencing it. The third time it rang, he was forced to roll out of bed and into the cold room. Suddenly, he was wide awake!
As Liam clicked on the ceiling light and hurried from the bedroom, to turn up the heat and start the coffee, Jeremy yawned and stretched. He threw back the light blanket and sheet, which had covered the men, and shivered.
"Mmmm, it felt so good lying next to you this morning, Liam." Jeremy sat on the edge of the bed, yawned again, and wrapped his arms around his chest. "Damn ... it's freezing in here!"
"I already turned on the heat," Liam called from the kitchen. No sooner had he spoken, than the furnace blower clicked on.
Wishing he could crawl back under the covers, Jeremy hurried into the bathroom instead, and started the shower. By the time the men had finished-up in the bathroom, the apartment had warmed quite a bit. While Liam stepped into the walk-in closet to choose an outfit to wear to work, Jeremy took the pale yellow, V-neck sweater and tight jeans from the chest of drawers. He held up the sweater, looked at the low-cut neck, and shook his head. He was already going to feel out of place in the tight clothes, and didn't like the idea of exposing so much chest hair to his students.
"Liam, what do you suggest I wear under this sweater?"
"How about a T-shirt?" Liam suggested. "Don't tuck it in though."
"Right," Jeremy agreed, taking a heather gray Tee from the drawer and pulling it over his head of short hair. He tossed a pair of lightweight socks onto the bed, then stepped into the first pair of boxer-briefs that fell to hand.
Holding a pair of khakis, while buttoning a blue Oxford cloth shirt over his athletic chest, Liam sauntered from the closet and into the bedroom. When he saw Jeremy seated on the bed, pulling a sock onto his second foot, he shook his head. "That'll never do, Jem!"
With a question on his face, Jeremy looked up. "What do you mean? Are these socks the wrong color, or something?"
"Remember?" Liam tossed his slacks onto the bed beside Jeremy, who still seemed clueless. "You promised you'd always go commando in those jeans."
`Oh that!' Jeremy thought, recalling the promise he'd made to Liam when his little head had been doing all the thinking. It had seemed harmless at the time. "But, I thought wearing them to school would be different."
"Nope, take them off. A promise is a promise, Jem." Liam smiled wickedly.
Jeremy sighed. Though he really didn't like the idea of wearing the tight jeans to school, with nothing under them, he had to agree with Liam: promises should be kept. He'd just have to be careful at school. Slowly Jeremy removed the underwear.
"I'll put those on," Liam said, taking the briefs from Jeremy's hand and stepping into them.
As the men were dressing, Zach and Shaun reluctantly rolled out of Zach's bed in the Andersen farmhouse. They had been up very late the night before, making love to each other. But when an exasperated Heidi stood in the doorway and proclaimed that she'd PULL them out of bed, if they didn't get a move-on, the boys finally started moving. Heidi stood in the doorway, watching, until she was sure they weren't going to climb back into bed.
Though the boys did their bathroom chores and dressed quickly, they were running so late that they missed the bus and were forced to hoof it to school. They heard a bell ringing, as they approached the school parking lot. The lot was filled with cars, but not a school bus or person was anywhere to be seen.
"Fuckin' shit!" Zach exclaimed, breaking into a run. "I bet that was the second bell!"
Hot on his heels, Shaun followed his boyfriend through the doors and into the hallway. Since quite a few teens were scurrying about, on their way to class, both boys breathed a collective sigh of relief ... they had only heard the first bell. Still, they had to hurry to make it to algebra class in time.
Possibly because the other home room students were so used to Zach and Shaun claiming the middle two, front row seats, they had left them vacant, while the rest of the classroom filled. Slipping off his pack and hoodie ... as the second bell was ringing ... Zach led Shaun to the front of the classroom and took his normal seat.
They had made it on time!
In his haste, Zach hadn't looked in the direction of Mr. Carter. But after settling into his desk, and as the students talked among themselves, he turned his face toward the teacher's desk. Mr. Carter was seated behind it, wearing a really nice, form fitting yellow sweater. Zach bet he could have seen the muscles of Mr. C's chest through the soft fabric, if the man hadn't worn a shirt under it ... and he KNEW Mr. Carter would have shown a lot of chest hair.
He leaned across the aisle toward Shaun and spoke just loud enough that Shaun could hear him. "Man, that's a nice sweater your dad is wearing!"
"Yeah, it is," Shaun commented, tucking his pack into the wire shelf beneath his seat. "It must be new; at least, I've never seen it before."
Zach thought Jeremy ought to wear that type of clothing all the time. "It's really sexy."
Shaun had to agree with Zach; his dad DID look hot in the garment.
It seemed that Mr. Carter allowed the classroom chatter to continue for longer than normal on that Tuesday morning, but he finally cleared his throat and nervously ... Zach thought, anyway ... brought the class to order.
"`Morning, Class!"
As the talking quieted, he continued. "Good news this morning, for me, anyway. I'm finally wearing two shoes again! Even though I can't get one of them tied yet."
Several teens laughed and almost all of them were happy for their teacher. Most of his homeroom students liked Mr. Carter, and two or three girls had secret crushes on him. Of course, Zach's feelings were well known to everyone in both the Carter and Andersen households.
"There are no announcements today," Mr. Carter continued. "But I've got a little present for you guys." Smiling evilly, he held up a thin stack of papers. "We're going to have a short quiz over last night's homework."
Several moans could be heard, as Jeremy prepared to stand. But there was only awed silence in the classroom after he stepped from behind his desk. While a few of the teenage guys sometimes wore tight jeans, and most of the girls did, none of the kids had ever seen Mr. Carter in sexy, skintight bluejeans. Zach's jaw literally dropped open, and his cock began to throb mightily, as he stared at the man.
`What the fuck?' Zach almost said the words out loud. Amazement didn't begin to describe his feelings. Tearing his eyes away from his teacher, he glanced toward Shaun, who was also staring, unbelieving, at his father. Down the left leg of his jeans, hung Mr. C's flaccid six-incher, clearly outlined by the soft-looking and very form fitting denim fabric; while the bulge on his right thigh, just beneath the crotch, could have only been caused by a pair of plump, low-hanging balls! Zach would have bet his life that there was nothing but skin under Mr. Carter's jeans.
Jeremy handed a few copies of the quiz to the front student in the row on his far left and then handed a few to Shaun. When he moved to the center row of desks, Zach took the papers with a slightly trembling hand. His eyes never left Mr. C's groin, as he kept a paper for himself and handed the rest to the kid in the desk behind him. Zach had never in his life needed to cum, like he did right at that moment ... but he didn't want to miss one second of viewing Mr. Carter in his tight clothes, either. He doubted if he'd be given a hall pass to the bathroom right then, anyway.
As Mr. Carter returned to his desk and announced that the teens had ten minutes to finish the quiz, Zach reluctantly tore his gaze from the man and glanced at the quiz. If the problems had been written in Chinese, they wouldn't have been any more foreign than they appeared to him. It was as if his mind couldn't focus on anything or anyone but Mr. Carter. How could he be expected to concentrate on some dumb math problems, when he had the hottest man in the world sitting right in front of him?
Zach half-ass worked the algebra problems, and was glad after Mr. Carter collected the quizzes: now he could concentrate fully on the man's hotness.
Well, this is the perfect place to end this chapter, but there is no way that it will be the last one of this story! lol I hope you guys enjoyed reading Chapter 39 and will send me an email, if you did. (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
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