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 7
Something woke Jeremy from a hot dream. His very thick, cut dick throbbed from a nighttime erection; they were almost always the hardest ones he got.
Even though he was still half asleep, Jeremy realized he was naked right away. He wondered how long he had lain that way beneath the thin top sheet, since he had worn boxers to bed. He glanced at the alarm clock: the numbers flashed from 3:23 to 3:24. It was WAY too early to be waking up! Closing his eyes, he rolled over. Maybe he could pick up the dream where he'd left off. He was about to drift off to sleep, when, in the silence of the night, he heard something ... a moan, then another, a brief pause, followed by a louder grunt.
Shit! Suddenly, all thoughts of sleep left him and he was wide awake.
At first, he only heard a single voice ... a deep one ... but that kind of semi-regular grunting could only be caused by one thing that Jeremy knew of ... raw, animal sex. The sound came from directly beneath him, from the bedroom in the second floor apartment. Jeremy had met the downstairs neighbor once, when the guy moved in a couple of months earlier. His name was Liam, or at least that's what Jeremy remembered. He was good looking, dark haired, and appeared to be 20 or 25 years old. Over the following weeks, Jeremy had glimpsed him with friends a few times; and often heard laughing, music, talking, or the TV from downstairs ... never sex, though. Liam must have gotten lucky, and it sounded like he was enjoying every minute of it!
Of course, there was no way for Jeremy to know, but he wondered if maybe his dream and hard-on had been tied to the noises from the apartment below. Regardless, he was horny as hell. Kicking the sheet from off his hard body, Jeremy sensually rubbed his fingers over the hair on his taut belly, then combed them through his thick bush. Ever so lightly, his fingers traced around the large bulbous head of his dick, before he fisted the thick shaft. He was pounding it without mercy, when someone with a higher pitched voice began to whimper. Suddenly, Jeremy's mind transported him into the bedroom downstairs, where he could get a better view of the action.
Surely it was a woman who moaned loudly, "Come on; don't stop now!", but the voice seemed almost boyish. Immediately, the sex in apartment 205 became feverish, as the headboard began to slap against the wall.
Close to cumming himself, Jeremy gripped his steely meat tighter. His body tensed, as he spread his muscular legs wide, splaying out his long toes. Almost to the point-of-no-return, Jeremy squeezed his pubic muscles, trying his best to hold back the inevitable. Still jacking his seven inches furiously, he teetered right on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, not able to hold back the cum any longer, he had no choice but to give in. Heart pounding in his ears, Jeremy's man-cannon pumped round after round of thick, creamy ammunition onto his chest and belly.
Basking in an amazingly strong orgasm ... one of the longest he could remember ... Jeremy's body shivered uncontrollably. His legs twitched for a moment or two, before finally relaxing. Completely spent, he lay quiet and sighed contentedly. He could have remained that way forever. But, a little while later, when his mind finally came back down to earth, he realized he'd better clean up the spunk, before it became watery and ran all over the bed. He thought for a moment, remembered the underwear, and felt around for them with his feet. Curling his toes around the garment, he lifted his foot and leg, dropping the boxers at his side. Moments later, he had wiped off most of the mess.
After tossing the cum-soaked underwear onto the floor, Jeremy rolled onto his side and listened to the couple below him. Their lovemaking went on for a few minutes, before they both apparently had orgasms. There was laughter in the bed beneath his, and moments afterwards, someone turned on the exhaust fan in the second floor bathroom. The low drone masked out all other noises, so Jeremy never knew if they went at it again, or decided to call it a night.
Although a part of Jeremy deeply missed the intimacy of a partner ... and going without for two years probably seemed like a long time to some ... after the debacle of his marriage, he was in no hurry to get tangled up in another relationship. While a series of one-night stands might be fine for the kids downstairs ... and truthfully, Jeremy sometimes fantasized about them, himself ... they just weren't his lifestyle. Especially not, when he had to consider how they might affect Shaun. His mind and right hand made a fine combination for the time being. Then again, if the right person came along...
In moments, Jeremy's thoughts drifted into nothingness, as he fell asleep. If he dreamed, he didn't remember it. When he woke again ... just before 8:00 ... all was quiet downstairs. After a quick trip to the bathroom, he slipped into the pair of shorts he'd worn the night before. He badly needed coffee! Stumbling into the hallway, he noticed that Shaun's bedroom door was closed; no sound came from the room. He wondered how late the boys had been up. Since he hadn't heard them making any noise, when he woke up in the middle of the night, he guessed maybe they hadn't been up until all hours, after all.
A few minutes later, with a couple of magazines in one hand, and a steaming mug of black coffee in the other, Jeremy opened the sliding door in the living room and stepped onto the deck. He took a tiny sip of the coffee, before setting the cup on the small patio table. He went back inside for the rest of his breakfast. Moments later, he returned carrying a plate. On it were a large, fragrant slice of cantaloupe and a toasted onion bagel thickly spread with cream cheese. After lowering himself into one of the two patio chairs, he took another sip of his coffee, then savored a bite of the melon. Whenever he had the opportunity ... which wasn't nearly often enough ... Jeremy enjoyed a leisurely breakfast outside, on the deck.
Relaxing, he sat back and took in the scene before him. The view of the mountains, fifteen or twenty miles to the west, was spectacular! Before his divorce was final, Jeremy had narrowed the field of possible apartments to those complexes nearby the school. The mountain view had sold him on the apartment he chose.
A chilly breath of north wind wafted across his naked torso, causing Jeremy to shiver. For warmth, he crossed his arms over his breasts and loosely hugged himself. No doubt about it, on the Colorado Front Range, summer was almost over. In the mornings, especially, a hint of autumn was in the air. For a moment, he thought about going inside for a shirt, but after a few puffs, the wind died down. He ate his breakfast in silence, before opening one of the magazines. He scanned the index, turned to a feature article, and began to read. By a little after 9:30, he had read all the articles that even halfway interested him.
The morning was warming up nicely, and Jeremy wished he could just stay outside, in the deck chair, until the boys got up. But he supposed he ought to do something productive with his time; and they needed groceries. With a last glance toward the mountains, he collected his dirty dishes and went inside. If he hurried with his shower, maybe he would even be able to finish with the grocery shopping before the boys woke up.
Not long after Jeremy turned on the water for his shower, Zach roused from his slumber. He glanced at Shaun ... who was lying peacefully beside him ... and heard Mr. C's shower running. Zach badly needed to pee and slipped out of bed. He could use a shower, too, and a smirk crossed his lips, as he wondered how the teacher would react, if he were to join him. In Zach's mind, anyway, it would be a lot of fun for both of them! But, instead of walking in on Mr. Carter, he only crossed the hall to Shaun's bathroom, where he began to relieve himself. As he pissed, his mind wandered back to the events of last night. He hadn't known what to expect, when Shaun and Mr. C invited him to go on the bike ride and spend the night, but awesome didn't begin to describe everything!
To thoughts of both Shaun and his dad, Zach began to get an erection. He shook off and was rock hard by the time he crossed the hall again, closing the bedroom door behind him.
Zach's penis was demanding attention, but unfortunately, Shaun was still sound asleep. He decided to take out his laptop and read a bit more of `Us Guys'. Maybe he would take care of business, while waiting for his sleepyhead of a friend to wake up. After powering-up his computer, he piggybacked onto someone's unsecured WIFI signal. Zach had a good memory and found the story with no problem. Moments later, he was reading chapter 21.
"Damn," Zach mouthed sadly, after reading a couple of pages. Chapter 21 wasn't hot like 20 had been, and his hard-on went limp. But, because it was an interesting story even without the sex, he decided to keep reading.
Shaun moaned, and Zach watched him as he rolled over. He didn't seem to be any closer to waking up, however. Mr. Carter turned off his shower and began to whistle softly, as he dried himself. Zach continued to read, and soon he had finished chapter 21. He decided to keep reading into chapter 22. It seemed that the boys were going on some kind of a trip.
Not usually a big reader, Zach, nevertheless, thought Shaun had been right about this story being good. He really liked it. While he was reading chapter 22, he decided he would take Shaun's advice, after he finished with it, and go back to the beginning. Zack felt the characters were fun guys ... and realistic enough that he could relate to them. To top it all off, the story was even set in Colorado, not far from where all of them lived!
As Zach read, Jeremy quickly dressed in shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops ... his normal `away-from-school' summer clothes. He pocketed his wallet, keys, iPhone, and earbuds, before opening the bedroom door. Stepping into the hallway, he paused outside Shaun's door and listened.
When Zach heard Mr. Carter stop outside the door, he stared at the doorknob. He thought about covering his groin with the bed sheet, but decided not to: being naked in front of other people had always been a way of life for him. It sure wouldn't embarrass Zach, if Mr. Carter opened the door and glimpsed what most guys would consider their private parts. He knew it was just a dream; the teacher was obviously straight since he had kids. But even so ... maybe, if Mr. Carter got a good look at his tanned, athletic body, he would like what he saw, and want some of it. Stranger things had happened, Zach was sure. If he could only turn Mr. Carter on, well ... who knew where it might lead? His dick was suddenly hard, as he lifted the computer from his lap and set it beside his right thigh ... the side away from the door ... to give Mr. C. an unobstructed view.
But ... unfortunately for Zach ... Jeremy didn't open the door. After he was satisfied that the boys were still asleep, he penned a short note and left it in plain view on the kitchen counter. He would make a quick trip to the Safeway store, a couple of miles away, and buy a few groceries. If the checkout lines weren't too long, he hoped to be back before the boys woke up.
Zach heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of a deadbolt being thrown. After glancing at Shaun, who was still sleeping, he turned his attention back to the story. The new chapter was interesting, with several hot moments. As Zach neared the end of the chapter, he realized that the guys had driven to a spot he knew well: an alpine lake northeast of Leadville, Colorado. He had been born in Leadville, and had spent the first 12 years of his life there. No way, could he stop reading right then; he had to find out what happened next.
To say that chapter 23 was a shock, would be putting things WAY too mildly! He read the first few pages of it, then re-read them twice more. He couldn't believe his eyes! HE was in this chapter ... not as a teenager, but as a boy who had just turned four. He knew the writer couldn't be talking about anybody else but him; it was impossible. To begin with, Zach had never met another guy his age who was named Lars ... especially not with a mother named Heidi Andersen!
Fuck!
Although Zach didn't remember a whole lot from when he was that age, it is said that a healthy brain never really `forgets' anything. Reading about himself triggered pleasant memories that had almost faded away. And then there were those photos of him at a young age, that his mom used to get out once in a while. Suddenly, everything clicked; it was all SO amazing! He shook his head several times, while keeping his eyes on the screen. Asleep or not, he HAD to show this to Shaun right away.
"Hey, sleepyhead," Zach called, shaking his friend's shoulder. "Wake up!"
"Wha... ," Shaun replied groggily, opening his eyes with difficulty. When he noticed Zach, naked, sitting next to him in bed, the cobwebs cleared from his mind immediately. After rubbing his eyes with his fists, he raised himself up on one elbow. "What the fuck, Zach?"
"You gotta read this," Zach excitedly answered. He scrolled back a few pages and set the computer on the bed in front of Shaun.
"Um, okay." Of course, Shaun agreed to do what Zach asked, but he wondered what was so important. Rubbing more sleep from his eyes, he raised himself up and sat cross-legged, before tilting the laptop screen, so he could read it more easily.
He noted it was chapter 23 of the same story they had been reading last night, and decided it must be a really hot chapter. That was why Zach had woken him up. His dick began to rise in anticipation, and he curled his fist around it. Without comment, he began to read.
Zach's eyes watched Shaun's face. It was expressionless for the first page or two, before he read something that caused his eyes to bulge.
"Hey, the little kid is named Lars." Shaun laughed, suddenly understanding. Zach had wanted him to read it, because he shared the same odd name with the boy in the story.
Zach nodded and smiled, but kept silent, as Shaun read further.
When he discovered the boy had an all-over tan, Shaun loudly exclaimed, "This kid is hot!" Then he covered his mouth with his hand; he'd forgotten all about his father being at home. Barely louder than a whisper, while stifling a laugh, Shaun added, "I sure hope dad didn't hear me say that."
Zach chuckled. "He's gone somewhere; I heard him leave a while ago."
"Cool!" Shaun pumped his dick a few times, while glancing at Zach's all over tan. He sure wished he didn't have tan lines ... though he couldn't see himself going outside in the nude. Focusing his attention back on the story, he re-read the description of the little kid's tanned body. "Man! Wouldn't it be awesome if we were those high school boys, and got to meet a little kid like Lars?"
Zach smirked. "I know." Taking hold of his own penis, he craned his neck and glanced at the screen, to see what Shaun had been reading. He nodded in the direction of the computer. "Don't stop reading yet."
"Yeah, okay." Shaun turned his eyes back to the computer screen. As he read further, his mouth gaped open. "Shit!" When Chris, the guy who was telling the story, got an erection, Shaun pumped himself faster, and much, much harder.
"Oh, fuck!" he cried out, almost unbelieving. "I'm gonna cum!" Leaning back on one hand, Shaun stretched his torso to the fullest and began to nut. A few drops of cum oozed out of his slit and over his hand.
Zach laughed and shook his head.
"I didn't think it was THAT hot."
Shaun shrugged his shoulders.
"Now keep reading," Zach demanded. "And no more jacking off."
"Where's the fun in that?" Shaun laughed, holding up his cum-covered fingers.
"Yeah, I know, Shaun; but there's something in that chapter I want you to see."
As Shaun dutifully returned to the story, Zach reached over the side of the bed, and tossed Shaun the stiff pair of underwear he had used a few hours earlier to clean-up both of them. Shaun wiped off his hand as he read. A couple of paragraphs later, he was amazed.
"No way! What the... ?" He glanced at Zach. Confused, he looked back at the screen and then at Zach again. "What gives? You mean... ?"
Zach smirked, shrugging his shoulders. "I guess ... here I've been famous for a while now, and didn't even know it!"
Shaun had a million questions to ask his friend. Zach had almost that many, himself ... and few answers. All of them would have to wait, however. As Zach spoke about being famous, a key rattled in the front door.
"Sounds like Mr. Hottie is back," Zach snickered.
"I SURE don't know where you came up with the name `Mr. Hottie' for my dad," Shaun replied. Though ... after yesterday afternoon ... he no longer thought his father was the most boring man on earth. "He isn't hot at all!"
"Whatever... ," Zach laughed, as the front door closed, followed moments later by the sound of several bags being set on the kitchen counter. "Come on; let's get dressed. I'm starving."
"Okay," Shaun agreed, "I'm hungry, too."
Both boys slipped into the shorts they had worn the night before. Since Zach was going shirtless, Shaun also decided to. Zach grabbed his cap, and barefoot, both boys left the bedroom. Zach waited by the bathroom door, as Shaun relieved himself. Moments later, they stood beside the kitchen counter.
Jeremy was in the tiny kitchen, holding a six pack of beer and a small bag of apples in his hands. "It's about time you two got up," he chided. "Sleeping all the morning away, like that..." He chuckled and shook his head, while opening the refrigerator. In seconds, the food was put away.
Watching his dad, Shaun shot back, "What do you mean, all morning?" A smile crossed his lips, as he glanced at the clock on the stove. "It's not even eleven, yet."
Jeremy corrected his earlier statement. "Okay, ALMOST all morning, then. I've already been up for hours."
Zach snorted. "Yeah, but YOU'RE old! You're SUPPOSED to get up early."
Jeremy laughed good-naturedly. He wasn't old ... and a part of him suddenly wanted to teach Zach that fact, once-and-for-all. In a flash, he stepped around the counter. And before Zach had time to react, Jeremy had him in a headlock. Zach squirmed, pretending like he wanted to pull away ... but he didn't really try all that hard.
"Pretty quick, for an old man; wouldn't you say?" Jeremy chuckled, while giving Zach a hard noogie through his thick hair.
Zach was surprised, to say the least ... but so was Shaun, and even Jeremy. Shaun had never seen his father act that way before. Of course, Shaun and his dad had played around some, when he was a young boy; but not since the divorce and Shaun came back to Colorado to live with him. Though it had felt like the right thing to do at the moment, Jeremy didn't know what suddenly came over him, either. It was as if Zach's half naked body had just INVITED him to grab hold of it. Never in his teaching career, had Jeremy been so familiar with one of his students.
He released Zach right away.
"Um, sorry about that, Zach," he said sheepishly. "I don't know what got into me there."
"Hey, it's okay," Zach answered happily. What had just occurred was MORE than okay with him. He would wrestle around with Mr. Hottie any day, any time ... for as long as the man wanted!
Smiling, Jeremy reached over and pulled Shaun into a one-arm hug, while draping his other arm over Zach's shoulder. Odd as it might have seemed a couple of weeks earlier, he had truly grown to like the Andersen boy.
Dropping his arms, Jeremy changed the subject. "I bet you boys are hungry."
"Always!" Zach laughed, and Shaun agreed.
Jeremy glanced at the clock. "Well, it's almost lunchtime. What would you like to eat, anyway?"
Shaun shrugged his shoulders and deferred to Zach.
"Um, how about breakfast?"
"Sounds good to me." Jeremy thought for a moment. "Do you like waffles, Zach?" He already knew Shaun loved them.
"Sure; I haven't had waffles in ages. Mom never cooks that kind of stuff."
"Well, then, waffles it is." Jeremy stepped around the counter, turned on the faucet, picked up a bar of soap, and began to wash his hands. "You boys wash your hands, too, and you can help me fix everything."
A few minutes later, while he got out ingredients for the waffle batter, Jeremy had the boys cut up fruit for a fresh fruit salad. By the time Jeremy took the waffle iron out of a lower cabinet and plugged it in, they teens were already beginning to make a mess of things, ... but no-one seemed to mind. While the waffle iron heated, Jeremy mixed the batter. He put slices of Canadian Bacon in the microwave, and soon, the combined fragrances of baking waffles and cooking bacon filled the air.
Several minutes later, they sat down to a late breakfast of waffles, fruit, and bacon. Everyone ate his fill and then some. After helping his dad load the dirty plates into the dishwasher, Shaun asked Zach if he wanted to go outside, and take a walk around McIntosh Lake. The boys brushed their teeth, pulled on tennis shoes, and told Jeremy they would be back in an hour or so. Talking and laughing, they walked the short distance to the trailhead entrance.
Lots of people were outside, jogging, biking, or walking, while they enjoyed the midday sun. With naked torsos soaking up the strong, high-altitude rays, the boys joined them. They walked for a bit, then decided to jog for a while. About halfway around the trail, the boys began to cross a short bridge over the larger of two small streams which fed the lake. They stopped midway across the bridge, and Zach rested his arms on the rust-colored metal railing.
"I must live right through there a ways." Zach nodded in the direction from which the water came. "This has to be the creek that flows right through our farm." As a thought crossed his mind, he laughed and shook his head, but didn't say more.
Peering into Zach's deep green eyes, Shaun smiled. "What?"
Zach sighed. "Fuck, Shaun, I wish you could spend the rest of the weekend with me, and I'd show you."
With that thought, I think I will end Chapter 7. I hope all of you enjoyed reading it, and will send me an email, if you did. (fotogme11@yahoo.com) I usually have Yahoo! Messenger open on my desktop, even when I'm not around. You can leave me a message on there too, and if I'm at the computer, or as soon as I come back, we can chat for a bit.
It is December, 21, 2011 ... the first day of winter ... as I finish the rough draft of this chapter. It has already felt like winter here for a couple of months. Oh for the summer again, that the boys are still enjoying. I do like all the snow we've had so far, though I could do without the cold temperatures (lol)!
When I began Mr. Hottie', I had absolutely no plans to write anything like what occurred in this chapter. Of course, from the very beginning, when I was planning this story, Lars/ Zach was to be an older version of a very hot character, who made a brief appearance, in one of my earlier stories. (Since the earlier story was set in 2002, his age worked out perfectly!) But I had no plans to directly mention Us Guys'. I just thought I'd see if any readers made the connection. (At least one reader did, anyway. lol) Originally, at the end of chapter four, I had Jeremy reading an entirely different Nifty story.
As I was writing chapter six, however, some new thoughts began to creep into my mind. It's like that when I write; sometimes my stories just seem to have a mind of their own! (lol) Anyway, I hope you didn't mind too much that I made so many references to `Us Guys', in this chapter. I was planning to delete a lot of it, when I did a re-write. But when I read through it, everything just seemed right, so I left it all in. (lol)
Have a great week everybody!
Greg
I have a few other stories on Nifty, in the Gay/Incest section:
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"I'll Suck You" - Final Post Date: June 25, 2007 "I've Got the Best Family" - Final Post Date: May 23, 2008 "Us Guys" - Final Post Date: May 29, 2009 "More is Better" - Final Post Date: March 4, 2011
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