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.
I sincerely want to thank everybody who emailed me since the last chapter! I hope you enjoy this one!
Chapter 5
"Fuck, you're getting a lot better on that thing," Zach observed, smiling at Shaun, after the slight boy completed a perfect pop shuvits, his third in a row.
"Yeah, its been fun for a while now," Shaun replied, stepping off his skateboard while popping one end into the air. He caught hold of it, and sincerely added, "I'd have never been able to do any of it without your help, Zach. Thanks a lot for teaching me all this stuff."
Zach laughed. "Hey ... you've still got a LOT to learn." He glanced at the sky. Although the sun was still quite a ways from setting behind the mountains, he asked, "What time is it, anyways?"
Unlike many of his fellow students, who never wore a wristwatch, Shaun always seemed to have one on his arm. He glanced at it. "A little after 4:30."
"Shit, I better head home," Zach said. "I haven't been on my bike since we moved here. I think it's out in the barn somewhere, but I need to make sure it still works."
"Will you even still fit on it?" Shaun wondered, because he had outgrown the bike he had before he got his mountain bike.
"Yeah, I think so," Zach replied, looking away. "I'd better, anyways." Good-naturedly, he shouted several negative comments at a couple of his other friends, who were practicing their moves. When one of them, a guy named Jalen, fell, Zach yelled at him again. Ignoring the finger Jalen gave him in reply, Zach laughed, before turning back to Shaun. "Hey, have you got a computer in your room?" Carrying his skateboard, he began to walk toward the building.
Shaun followed his friend. "I wish; but, at least, there's one upstairs that my dad and I use."
"Then I'll bring my laptop with me, too," Zach answered, while entering the Rec. Center.
"Cool." Shaun was still a step behind Zach, as the two turned a corner into the locker room.
Zach stepped up to one of the lockers, twisted the dial on the combination lock a few times, and removed both his and Shaun's school packs. Zach fed the hasp of the lock through a loop on his pack and shouldered it. "See you in a few then."
"You bet." Shaun slid his arms through the shoulder straps, and followed Zach from the building. "I can't wait for tonight; its gonna be fun having you over!"
"I'm sure looking forward to it." Zach smiled, as he mounted his skateboard. Not only would he get to spend the night with Shaun, but this would be his first opportunity to be around Mr. Carter away from school. He hoped it would be the first of many...
Shaun watched Zach roll away, until he disappeared behind some bushes. Then, he stepped on his skateboard and hauled ass toward home. He was going to be late, though it shouldn't take more than five or ten minutes to get ready for the bike ride. Early on, he had sensed that his dad didn't like Zach all that much, but he also felt his dad's opinion of Zach was changing. He badly wanted the evening to start out in the right way. The last thing he needed was his dad all bent out of shape, because he'd lost track of time while he was with Zach and was late getting home
Fifteen or twenty minutes later, Shaun was at the apartment building. Taking the stairs two at a time, he raced up and burst through the door.
"Sorry I'm late, Dad," he called out, closing the door behind him.
`Oh shit!' Jeremy cursed to himself. He had been reading, while edging over and over, and had lost track of time! Fuck, he was stark naked, and horny as hell with a throbbing dick. Shaun would get an eyeful, if he happened to look up. His horniness suddenly replaced by fear, Jeremy swiveled his chair away from the desk and quietly reached for his tangled jeans.
"Dad?" Dropping his skateboard to the carpet with a muffled `ker-thud', Shaun picked up his father's rumpled shirt from off the floor. His dad was always particular in the way he handled his clothes. He hung them up, if they could be worn again, or put them in the dirty clothes basket, if they couldn't. He stepped into the living room. "Where are you, anyway?"
No answer.
"Dad?" The worry was apparent in his voice. "Are you all right?"
Knowing he couldn't keep quiet any longer, and hoping Shaun would just get a drink of water, or something, after he knew where his father was, Jeremy finally replied, "I'm up here, son." Lifting his butt up from the chair, he pulled his pants over his bare ass.
Shaun mounted the stairs, as Jeremy was zipping up, and climbed them rapidly.
"Dad, I'm getting a lot better on the skateb..." The word hung in the air, when he noticed the tangled underwear on the floor. Glancing from his half naked dad to the computer screen, the words `he grabbed hold of my shaggy hair, as he began to unload his seed into my mouth and throat' caught his attention. Shaun noted the URL. Eyes big as saucers, he handed the shirt, which was still in his hand, to his dad. "Um ... you ... um left this downstairs." If he hadn't been around Zach for the past couple of weeks, he would have never been bold enough to add, "Whatcha been reading, anyway?" Shaun's eyes pored over the screen and the words burned into his memory, as his cock got hard. He didn't know that kind of stuff even existed, and it really turned him on to read it.
Jeremy didn't reply. Too shocked to be embarrassed, he thought, Caught!' The last thing in the world he'd ever wanted to happen, just had. In a daze, he took the shirt from his son. Unconsciously, he slipped it on, as his mind raced. What should he say to Shaun, now that his deepest, darkest secrets had just been laid bare? At least, he was thankful there weren't any naked bodies on the screen, and he had been able to zip up his pants. But the story he had been reading left nothing to the imagination. What would Shaun think, now that he knew his father read erotic stories? And to top it all off, this one had been about boys, too. Would his son lose all respect for him? Would he laugh at him? Would he hate him? Would he be scarred for life by what he'd seen and read? At least, he didn't think Shaun would use the newfound information for blackmail, the way some kids might. Thankfully, he wasn't that kind of boy.'
While it seemed an eternity, only seconds passed, before he came to his senses. He quickly turned back to the screen, swiped the mouse back to the `Home' page, and closed Firefox. Before speaking, he took a few more moments to collect his thoughts.
Silence hung in the room.
Sick to his stomach, he finally said, "Well, you caught me son."
More silence.
Jeremy thought about blaming Shaun's mom for everything. After all, he was a guy, and had to find release somewhere. There hadn't been much ... if any ... lovemaking between the two of them for the last couple years of their marriage, much less after the divorce. He also thought of blaming Shaun for walking in on him the way he had. But, for a lot of reasons, he couldn't do either of those things.
"What?..." Shaun asked, both confused, and not sure how to express himself.
Why did this have to happen to me, anyway?' Jeremy wondered. How can I ever explain what was on the computer screen?'
Finally, he began, "Well, Shaun, I um..." He took a deep breath, and tried to say as matter-of-factly as he could, "Son, I was jacking off up here." He decided that unless Shaun asked, he wouldn't mention the story. For better or worse, he'd let his son draw his own conclusions about it.
Almost too shocked to speak ... because he didn't think adults did that kind of thing ... Shaun stammered, "I ... um ... never knew you..." He took a breath, trying, unsuccessfully, to gather his thoughts. "I mean, I thought only......" Finally, he just shook his head and said, "Wow..." Honestly, he didn't know what to think about anything. It was as if ... in some ways ... he understood his dad more fully in ten seconds time than he had in a lifetime. Maybe he had NEVER truly understood his dad before.
Sure he had hurt his son, Jeremy sadly confessed, "I'm sorry I disappointed you, Shaun."
"I - I'm not disappointed in you, Dad. It's just..." Shaun paused quite a while, then chuckled, before deciding what the hell... "It's just ... I thought I was the only one in this apartment who jacked off."
Somewhat relieved, Jeremy shook his head `no', hoping that was all Shaun had on his mind.
Although their family had never been one to get all emotional with each other, Shaun knew what his dad needed right then. Stretching out his arms, he hugged his father. "I love you, Dad!"
Jeremy hugged his son back.
"Shaun, I love you more than life itself. I'm sorry I don't say it more often." He squeezed his son even tighter, before releasing him. Bending down to the floor, he swiped up the almost dry, cum-soaked paper towels from earlier that afternoon, looked at them, and smiled. "I guess I don't have to worry about keeping this kind of thing a secret from you anymore."
"Ye-ah," Shaun agreed. A light turned on in his mind, as he suddenly realized things ought to be different for him, too. "I won't have to hide my cum socks, either."
"Nope," Jeremy answered, causing Shaun to smile.
"I had to with Mom this summer, you know," Shaun divulged, as his dad threw the paper towels in the wastebasket. "She'd have freaked otherwise."
Jeremy laughed, agreeing with the boy, before collecting his shoes, socks, and underwear. Draping his arm over Shaun's shoulder, he shepherded his son to the staircase.
Glancing at his wristwatch, Jeremy did a double take. "Shit, we'd better get a move on, or we're going to be late!"
Of course, lots of teens cussed when they were with other teenagers. Zach sure did, and Shaun was beginning to when he was around him. He'd heard plenty of swearing between his dad and mom when they used to fight; but they were always in a different room from the kids, behind closed doors. Shaun couldn't remember his father ever using a cuss word in front of him, though. When he just did, it was as if Shaun saw yet another side of him. His dad seemed more like a regular guy, and not so much like a parent. He liked that ... a lot!
For better or worse, the relationship between Jeremy and Shaun would never be quite the same again. While nothing more was said about what had just happened, it was the only subject on both Shaun's and Jeremy's minds, as they quickly dressed. Well, both of them also thought about Zach: Jeremy didn't wonder if Shaun would tell his friend ... he knew teenagers ... rather, he wondered how MUCH Shaun would tell him. Shaun thought, for a bit, about how much he ought to tell Zach, too. He guessed it would depend on how things went that night. But if they went well, no doubt he'd tell him everything.
"You probably ought to wear a light jacket; I am," Jeremy called out, moments later.
"Aw, Dad... I don't wanna..."
"Suit yourself, Shaun." Jeremy bent over to tie his shoes. "But after dark, don't complain to me when you get cold."
"Don't worry; I won't get cold." Shaun grabbed his helmet from the shelf above the chest-of-drawers. "Are you about ready?"
"Yeah," Jeremy said, hurrying into the walk-in closet for his windbreaker. "Get the bike rack out of the closet; okay?"
"Sure," Shaun agreed, walking through the living room and out the sliding door onto the deck. When he opened the door to the outside storage closet, a pile of junk started to fall on him. Quickly closing the door most of the way, he shook his head. `Fuck, Dad needs to do something with all this,' he thought, reaching through the partly closed door. While yanking on the bike rack with both hands, he pressed on the door with his knee, to keep anything else from spilling out. After he had the rack, he pushed hard against the door until it latched.
"That closet's too full!" Shaun yelled to his dad, as he walked back into the apartment.
"I know," Jeremy answered, opening the door to his bedroom and walking through. "Were you able to get it closed?"
Shaun laughed. "Just barely. One of these days you need to clean it out."
"One of these days WE need to clean it out, you mean," Jeremy corrected his son. "A lot of the stuff out there is yours."
The need to clean out the storage closet was an ongoing joke between Jeremy and Shaun. And, it was something that would probably never get done, as long as there was still enough room for one more item in it. After locking the apartment, something Jeremy wished he had done earlier that afternoon, the two hurried down the stairs.
As they walked to the car, Shaun untangled the straps on the bike rack. Opening the legs on the rack, he positioned it on the back window, while Jeremy attached the straps to the station wagon. After the straps were tightened, they wheeled their bikes to the car. Moments later, both bikes were held to the rack with bungee cords.
"Is there still gonna be room for Zach's bike on there?" Shaun was skeptical. The rack looked like it was only made to carry two.
"We'll make it work," Jeremy replied, pulling the car key from the pocket of his shorts. He unlocked the doors, and soon he and Shaun were on the way to Zach's house.
A few minutes later, Jeremy turned the car into the long gravel driveway. He ignored the "Private Property" and "No Soliciting" signs, which were nailed at eye level to a large tree on the left hand side. After driving to the neatly kept, two story farmhouse, the two noticed a well-used BMX bike on the front lawn. Jeremy tapped lightly on the horn, and, within seconds, Zach appeared from the backside of the house. Holding a gardening trowel, his mom was right behind him. Both Shaun and Jeremy got out of the car.
Still wearing the T-shirt and shorts he had worn to school that day, Zach greeted the two. "Hi, Shaun! Hey, Mr. C." He eyed-up Mr. Carter's very hairy lower legs. They were even hairier than he had imagined, but he approved of them completely!
"Hey!" Shaun replied excitedly.
While the boys talked among themselves, like old friends who hadn't seen each other in weeks, the almost fifty year old Heidi wiped her hand on her jeans. "Pardon the dirt; I'm planting a few mums out back." She laughed, offering her hand to Jeremy. "I'm Heidi Andersen; you must be Mr. Carter."
"Guilty, as charged." Jeremy took her hand in a brief handshake. "Away from school, you can call me Jeremy, if you'd like."
Listening to the adults with one ear and Shaun with the other, Zach thought, `So Mr. Hottie's first name is Jeremy. Cool.'
"I've heard a lot about you," Heidi continued, sizing-up the teacher with her eyes. Though Zach had made him sound like a combination of Adonis ... because of his body ... and Jesus ... because he walked on water ... Mr. Carter just seemed to be an ordinary man to her.
"Uh-oh!" Jeremy chuckled, then glanced at Zach, who smiled back. "I always worry when my students talk about me behind my back."
Heidi laughed.
"I bet; but from the way Zach talks about you, you can do no wrong."
"Aw, mom..."
Zach sighed and shook his head, at the same time as Jeremy replied, "Zach has been a good student, so far this year." He looked at the boy and smiled. "And I'm really glad to have him in my classroom."
Zach's face beamed. "Thanks, Mr. Carter!" Even though the school year was just beginning, he'd discovered that, with the right motivation, he could be a good student. He'd just never had any real reason to try hard before.
"Why don't you boys see if you can fit Zach's bicycle on the bike rack?" Jeremy suggested. He turned towards Heidi, as the boys ran to get Zach's bike. "Our boys seem to have become good friends."
"They really have." With a sun-weathered face, Heidi lovingly watched her son push his bike to the car, before turning to Jeremy. "Sorry to give you the third degree on the phone earlier, but you know how kids can be."
"Especially when they want something," Jeremy added, shaking his head and smiling.
"Believe me; I know." Heidi rolled her green-gray eyes. "A teenage boy can be a handful sometimes."
"And then some." Jeremy chuckled, thinking back half an hour.
"Da-ad, we can't get the bike to fit," Shaun called out.
"Be there in a minute," Jeremy replied, smiling at Heidi. "What time do you want Zach home tomorrow?"
"Whatever works best for you. Except for working around this old place, we don't have any family plans this weekend."
"We'll shoot for 2:00 then. I'll be sure to have him call you if it's going to be later." Jeremy thought the boys would probably sleep in, because they'd be up talking most of the night. "It was nice meeting you."
"Same here," Heidi replied. "Thanks for offering to take Zach on the bike ride tonight. He could use a positive male role model in his life."
"Well, I'll try my best at the role model thing." Jeremy smiled on the outside, but was inwardly troubled. He doubted if Zach would look at him as much of a role model, after Shaun told him what had happened. Sighing to himself, he turned to go, and Heidi smiled once more, before returning to the back yard.
It took a little doing, but Jeremy was finally able to bungee Zach's bike onto the rack. Though it barely hung on the bars of the carrier, the handlebars and pedals were so intertwined with the other two bikes, that if Zach's bike fell off, it would take the others with it. Hopefully, the others would hold Zach's on! Fortunately, none of the bikes were new or expensive, because they would probably get scuffed-up on the drive to Prospect New Town, a neighborhood all the way across town, in extreme southern Longmont.
"We'd better get moving, or the ride will have started without us." Jeremy shook the bikes a bit, satisfying himself that everything would be okay for the ten or twelve mile drive.
"I'll be back in a sec; I gotta get my pack." Zach raced toward the house, and let himself in the front door, as Shaun and Jeremy walked around the car.
"I'm gonna ride in back with Zach." Shaun opened the back door on the passenger side and slid onto the seat.
Jeremy climbed behind the wheel and started the car. Seconds later, Zach came tearing out of the house, with his school bag slung over one shoulder. Obviously, he had packed light, since the backpack was very thin. He climbed into the seat behind Mr. Carter and carefully placed the pack on the floor between himself and Shaun. As Jeremy turned the car around, Zach pulled his T-shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor with his pack. Shaun removed his shirt, too.
"You guys be sure to take your shirts with you on the ride." Jeremy stopped the car at the end of the drive, looked both ways, and turned left onto the Hygiene Road. "I thought we'd eat at Oskar Blues tonight ... or, at least, try to." He laughed, because the local microbrewery was always hopping on weekend nights. There was often a thirty minute wait, sometimes even longer, for a table.
"Sweet!" Zach exclaimed. "I like that place a lot!"
"Me, too!" Shaun remembered the last time he had been there with his father: the atmosphere was loud, the food good, and the live music great.
"I think their beer is awesome," Zach threw out hopefully.
"Well, it'll have to be ROOT beer tonight for you two." Jeremy shook his head and laughed.
"Yeah, I was afraid of that." Zach sighed dejectedly. He hadn't given up on the idea of a beer with dinner, though. "Hey, you can't blame me for trying."
Jeremy chuckled. "I guess not, Zach." From what Jeremy had been able to observe ... he thought Mrs. Andersen was older than she actually was ... Zach had been born near the end of her childbearing years, and he bet the teen truly was a handful for his mom.
The area around Prospect Park, where the ride was to begin, was jammed with people on their bicycles. Jeremy drove by them, searching for a place to park the car. He found a spot a few blocks away, and minutes later, he had registered the three of them for the ride. The boys pinned their ID numbers, 1213 and 1214, onto their shorts, while Shaun pinned number 1215 onto the back of his dad's shirt. Straddling their bicycles, they waited, with the rest of the riders, for the event to begin.
Around 6:30, the throng of bicyclists of all ages and abilities ... families, teenagers, groups of young adults, kids, and older adults ... began the ride. The pack thinned out immediately, as they wound through the countryside. After a bit, the cyclists steered onto the Lefthand Creek Greenway. Jeremy never saw his teacher friend, the one who had told him about the event, but, instead, the three found themselves riding with a large group of college age kids. Some were even wearing costumes. One guy, in particular, was dressed as a pirate. Between jokes with his friends, and Jeremy and the boys, he would call out pirate sayings to anyone they happened to meet on the trail. Everyone had a really good time as they rode.
A ways into the ride, the three of them, along with the college students, made a detour to Oskar Blues. Jeremy had to admire Zach's persistence, as he tried his best to order Dale's Pale Ale with his meal. Keeping a straight face, Zach told the waiter that he'd forgotten his I.D. at home, but insisted he was 21. Ryan, the guy in the pirate suit, went to bat for Zach, but the boy ended up drinking root beer anyway.
After an enjoyable dinner, they finished the ride by streetlights. It was close to 11:00 when Jeremy parked the car in front of their apartment building. They locked their bikes on the rack in front of the building and climbed the stairs to the Carter apartment, where the three sat on bar-height chairs, around a small table in the tiny dining room. For over an hour, they talked about the fun they had had on the ride, before Jeremy yawned loudly.
With the familiarity he would use with one of this friends, Zach laughed. "It's getting late for an old man like you, huh."
"Yeah, I guess it is," Jeremy agreed, with half a tired smile. He supposed he probably ought to correct Zach for being disrespectful to one of his teachers; but he didn't. He was too tired. "I think I'm going to hit the sack. Don't you boys stay up all night."
"We won't, Dad."
"We won't, Mr. C."
Jeremy chuckled to himself. He expected they probably would anyway, no matter what anyone said.
I think I will end this chapter with those words. I wonder if Jeremy was right about the boys?
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