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.
Thanks a lot to those of you who emailed me after the last chapter. Of course, it is always good to hear from my longtime readers, but I also really appreciate that some new readers discovered the story. I hope you enjoy chapter 17!
Chapter 17
`I love you.'
Zach had danced around those words several times over the past couple of weeks, but never clearly used them in a way no one could misunderstand. This was the first time Shaun knew, without a doubt, that he was sincere.
"I love you, too, man!" With a huge smile on his face, Shaun wrapped his slight arms around Zach's shoulders. It was as if he didn't want to give Zach the opportunity to pull away and possibly change his mind. "I think I've loved you ... like forever. But I just didn't know what the feelings meant."
"Yeah, Shaun, that's how it was with me, too. I was having all these feelings, but I couldn't understand them." Zach laughed, when, with a loud fart, Shaun pooped out Zach's mostly limp dick.
Suddenly feeling very empty, and also a little embarrassed, Shaun chuckled uncomfortably.
Continuing to talk, Zach didn't seem to notice. "But tonight, Shaun ... wow; tonight I knew for sure." His eyes focused on Shaun's. "You know ... when we started going at it, I was just fucking you. And enjoying every thrust ... let me tell you." He smirked for a second, before becoming serious again. "But near the end, Shaun, I was making love to you ... or trying my best, anyways."
"Oh, don't worry; you were doing great!" Shaun paused for a long moment, basking in the strong emotions that coursed through his body. "Tell me, Zach ... how did you know for sure it was love?"
Zach rolled onto the bed beside Shaun. "That's why it took me so long, I guess. I was trying to figure things out." Zach's face was SO serious. "Tonight, though, everything just fell into place. I mean, I still can't explain everything, but when I was inside you, I just KNEW."
Right then, lying in bed, side-by-side with Zach, Shaun was as happy as he'd ever been in his life. He rolled onto his side and began to lightly trace circles around Zach's dark brown, dime-sized nipples, before gently pinching them. In no time at all they were taut and puckered. For several seconds, he lost himself in Zach's deep green eyes. Then his vision blurred and he blinked his eyes.
"So, tell me, Zach, did you get what you wished for when you blew out the candles?"
"You bet I did!" Zach replied, right before their lips met in another tender kiss. "And a lot more, too." At the moment, the fact that one of his wishes was still unfulfilled, didn't seem to matter one bit to him.
The boys lay awake for a couple of hours that night, fondling each other, as they talked. And, yeah ... they made each other cum again, too. They fell asleep in each other's arms, and when Zach woke up on Saturday morning, Shaun's arms were still draped possessively over his manly, yet still boyish, torso. Untangling himself from the guy he now knew he loved, Zach rubbed his eyes for a moment, clearing them, before gazing lovingly at the smooth features of Shaun's sleeping face.
Smiling, Zach slipped out of bed, padded to the desk, and opened his laptop, before making a quick trip to the bathroom. Moments later, while checking his email, he noticed that three of the Craig's List people had replied to his requests to look at their bikes. Two of them asked him to come by after lunch, while the third ... the guy with the cheap bike ... said any time after 9:00 on Saturday morning would work best for him. The early bird said he lived in Firestone, a community around 15 miles to the east of Hygiene. He indicated that, although several people had shown interest in the bike he had for sale, since Zach's email had been sent earliest, he would get the first option to buy it.
Zach glanced at the clock on his laptop. Shit, it was already 8:52!
Immediately, he replied to the morning person, apologizing because he didn't get the email early enough to make it there by 9:00. He'd be there with his mom as quick as he could, however. Although Zach didn't know if he'd even like the bicycle, he almost begged the guy not to sell it out from under him.
Hurrying from his bedroom, Zach called out, "Hey, mom!"
No answer.
After walking through the living room and starting up the stairs, he called louder. "Mom, are you in the house?"
Heidi's bedroom door was open; and, as Zach approached the room, he noticed that the bed was made and the room was empty.
Damn! Where could she be, anyway?
He hoped she hadn't gone shopping, or something. Probably, he ought to check downstairs for a note. But, before leaving the bedroom, Zach decided to look outside. Quickly crossing the room, he glanced out the open window and over the back yard.
Cupping his hands to his mouth and pressing them against the screen, Zach yelled. "Hey, Mom ... are you out there?"
Carrying a pitchfork and wearing a large brimmed sun hat and dirty work gloves, Heidi stepped through the open doorway of the barn. It looked like she meant business. "You don't need to yell so loud, Zach! What is it you need, anyway?"
"We gotta go check out that cheap bike right away, before the guy sells it to somebody else."
"Not until after you boys have your breakfast," Heidi replied. She was sure a secondhand bike being sold for such a low price couldn't be in very good shape, and Zach probably wouldn't even want it.
"I'll wake up Shaun right away, and we'll be ready to go in five minutes. Okay?"
Heidi sighed, but smiled. "Better make it at least ten or fifteen, Zach." She had been planning to turn the compost pile, and though that task could wait, she added, "You can't always expect me to drop everything for you." She wanted to ask Zach where the people lived, but was tired of shouting back and forth. "Get a map to their place, and I'll be inside in a couple of minutes."
"Thanks, Mom!" Zach turned from the window. He raced down the stairs and into his bedroom. Without Zach's body heat beside him, Shaun had curled his naked, uncovered body into a ball.
"Hey, sleepyhead ... time to wake up," Zach called, walking to Shaun's side. As he began to gently shake his new lover, a spark of static electricity jumped from Zach's fingertips to Shaun's shoulder. Quickly, Zach pulled his hand away. "Come on, get up, Shaun."
Unfolding, Shaun moaned and rolled onto his back, but didn't open his eyes. Cradled among his pubic hairs, his going on five inches were hard as a rock; and, suddenly, Zach was SO horny! In four beats of his heart, Zach's dick throbbed to attention.
Fuck!' he thought, as his rock-hard penis bounced with each heartbeat, I sure wish we had a little more time!' Though he sure didn't like the idea, he supposed he could keep himself in check for an hour, or so. With a devious grin on his face, Zach flicked the base of Shaun's steely meat with his index finger.
Though Shaun's equipment barely moved, he protectively covered it with his hand. "Wha ... what gives, anyway?" Blinking his eyes, Shaun turned his face toward Zach and stretched, before tiredly mumbling, "Hey, sexy."
"Hey, sexy, yourself!" Zach chuckled, wishing, again, that they had more time. He leaned over and pecked Shaun on the lips. "We gotta get dressed and have breakfast right away, so we can go look at one of those bikes." He glanced at Shaun's erect penis and gave the member a quick stroke or two. "I get to take care of this guy later!"
"Sure, Zach." Yawning loud and long, Shaun swung his legs around, until he was sitting on the edge of the mattress. Still half asleep, he ran his hand through his messed up, spiky hair, before glancing at the floor beside the bed. "Where are my shorts, anyway?"
He yawned again, causing Zach to laugh.
"Du-uh." Zach shook his head, before pulling a cap over his thick curls. "We undressed in the living room after your dad left ... remember?"
"Oh, yeah..." Smiling in a goofy way, Shaun slapped an open hand against his head. "I guess I'm not awake yet."
"Well, WAKE up then, `cause we gotta get moving!" Grinning, Zach hurried toward the door. "Be right back."
In a flash, Zach darted from the room and found both Shaun's and his shorts neatly folded over the arm of the recliner, where his mom had obviously left them. Nimbly, he stepped into his pair; after buttoning the waistband and beginning to zip up, he headed back into the bedroom. Shaun still didn't look like he was wide-awake, as Zach tossed the olive cargos in his direction, but he poked his tanned feet through the wide leg holes, anyway. Standing, he pulled them up. Since he hadn't unbuttoned the fly when he took them off, Shaun just let them fall jauntily onto his prominent hipbones.
While Zach entered the County Road 13 address into MapQuest, Shaun made a quick detour into the bathroom ... to pee and splash some cold water onto his face. Moments later, he was right behind Zach, as both boys joined Heidi in the kitchen. Zach set his open laptop on the counter next to his mom, showing her the map.
"`Morning, Mrs. Andersen."
"Good morning, Shaun." Heidi glanced from the computer screen and smiled. "Are you ready for some breakfast?"
"I guess." Shaun chuckled softly, as he walked toward the kitchen counter. "I'd rather still be sleeping, though."
Steeping a bag of blueberry flavored, green tea in a cup of steaming water, Heidi laughed. "I bet you would, Shaun."
Shaun poured himself a bowl of almond and raisin granola, doused it with milk, and stood at the counter beside Zach. Both boys began to quickly fill their mouths with spoonfuls of cereal, and almost as soon as they began, Zach said he was full.
"Come on, Shaun; let's brush our teeth, so we can get going."
"Zach, don't rush Shaun like that," Heidi scolded, shaking her head. "Just because you won't even take two minutes to eat, doesn't mean that Shaun can't. Those people will wait for you."
"Mo-om..."
Shaun wolfed down four or five more large bites, nearly emptying his bowl, while Zach waited impatiently, shuffling from foot to foot. Heidi thought he was acting like a little kid on Christmas morning ... being forced to wait until his slower-moving brother made it down to the tree ... before his folks would let him start opening his presents.
She sure hoped he wouldn't be disappointed; a bike being sold for $50.00 couldn't be much. But Heidi was proud of her son for the way he was handling his birthday money. Some boys would have immediately planned how to spend every cent, but Zach was at least checking out his options before parting with the money. Anyway, moments later ... after rearranging the cleaning supplies and lifting the back seat ... Mrs. Andersen and the two half naked teens hopped in the car, and began traveling east on Highway 66. The map directed them to a location outside the town of Firestone, and moments later they pulled into the short driveway. Mrs. Andersen turned off the motor, as the three peered at the white over gray, 60's-era, ranch style, frame house. On the left side, it had a breezeway attached to a one car garage.
"This must be the place, I guess," Heidi said, dropping the car keys into her purse.
As the three were getting out of the car, the front door opened and a grandmotherly-looking, white-haired woman stepped out. Obviously, she had been sitting near a window, watching for them to arrive. She had a big smile on her face. "Hi, folks." Firmly gripping a handrail, she carefully stepped off the porch, before glancing from Zach to Shaun. "So which one of you boys is Zach?"
Walking toward the woman, Zach replied, "Um ... that'd be me." He stepped in front of the other two and did a double take at the elderly woman with the kind-looking face. He didn't know why he'd expected a guy in his twenties or thirties to be selling the bicycle, but he had. "Are you the one with the bike for sale?"
"We sure are. I just sent my husband to the garage to get it. He'll bring it out in a few minutes." The woman smiled again. "Are these your mom and brother?"
Rolling his eyes in Shaun's direction, Zach laughed. "You got the mom part right, anyways. This is my friend, Shaun."
"Hi, Shaun ... Mrs. Andersen; it's nice to meet both of you." She extended her hand, introducing herself, before making small talk with the new arrivals.
A little while later, as the old woman was talking, the motor of the garage door opener began to whine. Everyone glanced in that direction and watched the wooden door inch upward. It seemed an eternity to Zach, before a tottering, prune-faced old man slowly and carefully wheeled a black framed bicycle from the garage. After leaning it against the side of the house, the man greeted Mrs. Andersen and the boys. Everyone talked for a few minutes, while Zach and his mom inspected the bicycle. It had probably been ridden hard, but Heidi noted, with approval, that the bike had quality components. It had also been equipped with several necessary accessories: a tiny zippered pouch behind and beneath the worn saddle, a water bottle cage, and a small tire pump.
Obviously, the bike had been washed recently, and maybe even waxed. It sparkled in the morning light. They were told it had belonged to the couple's grandson ... who, the old couple said, they had raised. At age 19, he had enlisted in the military; and, a few years later, decided to make the Navy his career. The bike had been parked, unridden, in the corner of the garage for nearly 20 years. Since the old couple had recently decided to move into a small apartment in an assisted living facility, they were being forced to get rid of almost everything.
"Well, what do you think of it?" the man asked.
It wasn't new by any stretch. It didn't have a suspension, like all modern mountain bikes, and the top tube didn't angle down at the rear; but ... it only cost $50.00, too.
"It's in a LOT better shape than I thought it would be," Heidi replied, glancing at the `Ross' nameplate on the fork. "I bet this was a nice bike in its day."
"Our grandson sure had a lot of fun on it," the man confided.
Zach squeezed the front tire; it was checked with age and gave under the pressure from his fingers. "Is it okay if I ride it?"
"Sure, that's what bikes are for." The old man laughed. "But it needs new tires and tubes. I was afraid to put too much air in them, because it looks like they've got dry rot pretty bad."
Zach and Shaun adjusted the height of the saddle, before Zach straddled the bicycle. The smallish frame fit him perfectly. Shaun couldn't take his eyes off Zach; in his mind, anyway, Zach's naked top half looked WAY hot in the midmorning light. Seconds later, Zach began a short ride up C.R.13, figuring out how to shift gears. After he got the hang of the thumb shifters, they seemed to work okay. With squeals of protest from the hard rubber pads, he braked to a less than smooth stop. He turned the bicycle around, and had just begun to ride back up the drive toward the house, when he hit a sharp piece of gravel and the front tire blew with a puff of dust.
"Fuck!" Zach loudly exclaimed. The word flowed from the teen's lips as naturally as breathing.
Immediately stopping the bike, Zach hopped off, ending his ride several yards short of his destination. Suddenly realizing what he had said in the presence of adults, a sheepish look crossed his face. "Um ... sorry I said that. It just came out."
As Shaun snickered, the old man smiled and shook his head. "I was afraid one of those tires might blow, Zach."
Questioningly, Zach glanced at his mom. Obviously, he wanted the bike, but it had to work, too.
She looked from her son to the old couple. "How about $35.00 for the bike?"
They dickered for a bit, and, in the end, they split the difference ... $42.50. The old couple figured they wouldn't be able to sell it to any of the other prospective purchasers for the full price, since it was unridable; and, besides, they liked Zach a lot. He reminded them of their grandson when he was a young teen.
As the boys loaded the bicycle onto the rooftop carrier, Heidi paid the old couple. Everyone talked for a couple of minutes, before Heidi and the boys climbed into the station wagon. A few minutes later, they dropped the bike off at a local bike shop for new tires, tubes and brake pads, as well as a general tune-up. If all went well ... and the bike didn't need unseen, major repairs ... they would be able to come back later that day to pick it up. Best of all, not only would Zach have a serviceable bicycle, but he would still have almost $200.00 of his birthday money left over!
As they were getting in the car, Shaun turned to Zach. "Hey, maybe we can go on a ride tomorrow morning."
"Yeah, that'd be WAY cool!" Zach agreed.
By the time they arrived back at the farm, the sunny morning was warming nicely.
"What do you say we go for a swim?" Zach suggested, opening the back seat, driver's side door.
"I say, YEAH!" Shaun laughed, getting out and slamming the passenger side door closed behind him. Without waiting for Zach to go first, Shaun stripped out of his shorts. His penis began to plump-up right away.
"I'll take care of those for you," Mrs. Andersen said, taking the cargos from Shaun, as Zach undressed. Zach handed her his shorts, as well. "You boys have fun, but be back in time for lunch."
"Thanks, Mom ... we will." Zach turned to Shaun. "Hey ... we ought to blow up the raft and take it with us. It's in the barn, I think."
As Mrs. Andersen headed into the house, the boys hurried to the barn. The dark red, one person, pool float was folded into a storage bag. Zach found it on the lowest in a bank of mostly filled shelves, pulled it out of its bag, and began to unfold it.
"I didn't know you had one of these," Shaun said.
Zach shook his head. "It takes forever to blow up, that's why I didn't get it out before." He found the small, clear valve, circled it with his lips, and began to blow strongly into it. After a minute or two of huffing and puffing, the raft was just beginning to inflate. "Okay, Shaun ... now it's your turn."
Zach shoved the mass of vinyl toward Shaun. He blew into it for a while, trying his best to put more air into it, in less time, than Zach had. The competition went on for a few minutes, and no winner was declared ... but the outcome was an inflated raft. Shaun tucked it under his arm, as he and Zach hurried toward the beaver pond.
The sun was shining brightly, reflecting off a few surface ripples. Already the day promised to be a hot one, as Shaun tossed the pool raft into the crystal clear water. Both boys waded in, pushing the air mattress toward the middle of the pond.
While loosely holding the raft against his chest, Zach said, "You can get on it first, Shaun." Amused, he watched Shaun try to climb aboard, as the float skittered around. Finally, Zach held onto it tighter; even then, the mattress seemed to have a mind of its own.
Shaun had to try several times, before he was able to crawl on, belly down. Carefully, he rolled onto his back and smiled in a sexy way at Zach.
Of course, Zach read sex into most everything about Shaun. But, damn ... he could hardly believe how hot Shaun's wet, tanned body and shrunken, limp cock looked in the morning Colorado sunlight! Zach's dick, which had been acting lazy, just floating in the cool water, began to firm-up.
Taking Shaun's penis into his left hand, Zach began to lightly trace the fingers of his right over Shaun's nipples and slim chest, following them with his tongue. As Shaun's cock began to grow, Zach repeatedly poked his tongue into his lover's belly button, causing him to squirm with delight and thrash his hands in the water.
Shaun laughed, as goosebumps raised up on his boyish skin. "Hey, that tickles!" He shivered all over, even with the warmth of the sun, but he didn't tell Zach to stop. More than anything, Shaun wanted to feel what Zach was planning to do ... if he even HAD a plan.
Finally, Zach moved on, licking wetly down Shaun's flat belly and over his still noticeable, but no longer quite so obvious, tan line. He squeezed Shaun's pulsating dick firmly, before pointing it skyward. Shaun waited expectantly, and their eyes met in a fleeting glance, before Zach lowered his face to Shaun's groin. Zach had a plan that morning ... one he had been working on for over a week. He sure hoped all those extra bananas he'd had his mom buy recently would pay off!
His lips circled the steely pole; and, willing his tongue to relax ... the way he'd practiced with the bananas ... he took Shaun to the hilt ... without gagging.
Shaun felt the tip of his cock touch the back of Zach's throat, as Zach buried his nose in the crack between Shaun's upper thigh and wrinkled sack. Zach pressed down even harder ... as if he were trying to swallow Shaun's penis ... and began to suck with all his might.
"Oh, fuck, Zach! Yeah, that feels so awesome!" Shaun's body was suddenly on pins and needles from the stimulation.
Zach didn't let up at all; he kept sucking. And when he began to bob his head a bit, banging Shaun's cock against the back of his throat, Shaun felt his cum enter the base of his shaft.
I think I will end chapter 17 right here.
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