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 want to thank those of you who emailed me over the past week. Most of the comments I've gotten, about writing the J bar A into the story, have been positive. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 22
It was the dead of winter; and Zach, Shaun, and Mr. C were cross-country skiing together, in the mountains near Leadville ... Zach knew the spot well ... when the avalanche began. Suddenly, his everyday devil-may-care world was topsy-turvy, black, and very cold. He didn't want to die; he couldn't die ... he had way too much to live for! Crushed, he could barely breathe, though he tried his best to claw at the snow. Zach fought as valiantly as a guy can when his arms would barely move ... and he didn't know which way was up ... but it was no use. He was going to die ... he knew it for certain.
Heart pounding wildly, Zach woke with a start, both sweating and shivering. Slowly, his mind began to focus some, and he realized he wasn't buried under a mountain of snow, but in bed, alone. He WAS freezing, though; a cold breeze was blowing in the open window. Hopping out of bed, he knocked the short prop rod out of the way, and the old sash fell with a rattle of loose panes. Almost before the window had thudded shut, Zach was getting a blanket from the shelf in the wardrobe. After tossing it over the bed, he crawled under it, settled into the only warm spot, and was soon fast asleep.
Thankfully, the dream didn't return.
On Monday morning, he hit the snooze bar three times, and his mom had to yell at him twice, before he reluctantly rolled out of his warm bed. He finally woke up, most of the way, while taking a short bath. A quick wank later, and he was almost ready to meet the new day. He stepped out of the tub, as it drained; half dried himself; and stood in front of the mirror, admiring his biceps for several seconds. After spraying Axe under each arm and across his chest, Zach smeared Edge over his face, took out his razor, and shaved his sparse whiskers. Then he swiped the blade over his pubes a few times, removing the stubble that had begun to appear.
He ran his hand over his pubic area and smiled. It felt just the way he liked it ... nice and smooth.
"Zach!" Heidi called out. "Are you about through in there? If you don't get a move on ... right now ... you're going to be late for school!"
"Be out in a sec, Mom." Zach wiped the leftover stripes of shaving cream from his face and pubic area with his bath towel, and hung it on the rack to dry. Taking a final look at himself in the mirror, Zach smiled again. Even though he was getting a late start, it was going to be an awesome day; he could already tell.
Knowing exactly what he was going to wear to school, on this chilly morning, Zach sprinted from the warm bathroom to his cold bedroom. He slipped the new long sleeve, button-down shirt from a hanger and poked his arms into the sleeves. Buttoning the placket from the bottom up, Zach decided to leave the top three open. He glanced into the mirror and confirmed his decision: yep, his smooth, darkly tanned chest looked awesome ... and, oh so sexy ... against the light blue cotton. One leg at a time, he slithered into the new, low cut jeans. Fuck, he was nearly hard already, as he zipped the two and a half inch zipper and buttoned the fly! Smirking, as he tucked in the shirt tails, Zach thought about first period and the show he had been planning for Mr. Hottie, since the day he'd first seen the tight-fitting jeans in Target. He was full hard in no time!
He positioned his cock down his left leg ... just so; pulled a baseball cap over his still damp curls; and checked out everything in the mirror. He could hardly believe his reflection ... the guy staring back at him was so amazingly hot! Fuck, it almost made him want to wear clothes more often ... and that was saying something. He was about to shoot ... just from looking at himself! He sure hoped that Mr. Carter would have the same reaction. The jeans were so tight, that his cock and balls separated into two bulges. They were so low cut, that the waistband rested just above the base of his thin stalk. And the body-hugging denim fabric was so lightweight, that every contour ... and every throb ... of his cock was proudly on display for anyone to see. A small dark spot began to form at the tip of his penis.
"Zach!"
Shaking his head, Zach stepped into his flip-flops. "I'm coming, Mom."
Heidi heard Zach running from his bedroom, looked up, and did a double take. "Man ... you look handsome this morning. What's the big occasion?"
Glad his mom had noticed, Zach smiled. "Oh ... nothing much." He shrugged his shoulders, as he quickly poured himself a bowl of cereal and began to wolf it down.
He WAS running way late. And, after quickly brushing his teeth, slipping into a navy hoodie, shouldering his pack, and bidding a hasty goodbye to his mom, Zach ran out the front door. He hopped on his bike, but before starting off, he texted Shaun, telling him that he was running late and asking him to save his usual front row, middle desk.
Zach had only one thought on his mind the whole trip to school, and it kept him rock hard. He pedaled strongly up 17th Avenue, and a few minutes after leaving the house, he'd reached the school parking lot. Damn, the bell was already ringing loudly! A handful of students rushed toward the front door, and Zach quickly locked his bike, hurrying after them. His dick throbbed, as he raced through the nearly empty halls ... but there'd be no time to jackoff before class. Slipping off both his pack and hoodie, Zach held them in his left hand, while re-tucking his shirt tails with his right. The second bell began to ring ... and he slowed to a walk, before entering Mr. Carter's classroom.
Zach swaggered toward the empty desk on the front row, as Mr. Carter looked up.
ÔWhat the fuck, Zach!' Jeremy almost said the words out loud. He did a double take at the sexy teen, then looked again. He didn't want to pull his eyes away from Zach, but he forced himself to.
Though most of the students weren't paying any attention to Jeremy, Shaun recognized the shocked expression on his dad's face. He turned his head, in time to see Zach walk the last few steps to his desk. Unlike his father, he couldn't force his eyes away from his smirking boyfriend. Even naked, Zach had never looked hotter to Shaun than right at that moment.
By the time Zach slipped into his desk, both father and son had hard dicks that wouldn't quit.
Until things settled down between his legs, Jeremy decided to remain seated. Glancing down at his laptop, Jeremy cleared his throat loudly ... getting the attention of a few students, anyway. The rest of them quieted down to a low roar, when he began to give the morning announcements and call the roll. At least, Zach wasn't gazing at him, moony-eyed ... the way he often did. But, as the teacher surveyed the class, he noticed that Shaun sure had dreamy eyes ... that he couldn't seem to take off of Zach. And Zach was lovingly returning the gaze.
Jeremy smiled to himself. So Zach had dressed up for Shaun; that was WAY cool! He willed his cock to go down ... with enough success that he felt he could stand.
Clearing his throat, Jeremy made a wise crack or two, finally getting the class's full attention. Zach spread his legs and slid down in his desk, as Mr. Carter walked to the chalkboard and began to write: ÔTest over Unit One THIS Friday. Be Prepared!'
A chorus of groans greeted the news, causing Jeremy to smile.
He firmly believed that tests should be difficult ... but not so hard as to be impossible. "Every one of you ought to ace the test, if you've been studying your lessons every day, paying attention in class, and keeping up with the homework. If you haven't been ... well, God be with you!"
Many of the teens were concerned, several snickered, a handful were confident, and a couple were fearful. Of course, a few just shrugged off the teacher's comments ... as if he'd never made them. In the past, Zach would have probably been a member of either the fourth or fifth group. But, since he wanted to do well in Mr. Carter's class, he was part of the first.
Jeremy returned to his desk and perched himself on the front corner away from Zach. "Forewarned is forearmed."
ÔDA-ad!' Shaun thought, sadly shaking his head at yet another of his father's corny truisms.
For the next several minutes, Jeremy tried to turn his complete attention to teaching the class ... but it was no use. Every time he glanced in the direction of Zach, the boy seemed to have shifted in his desk ... slouching from one sexy position to another ... and every pose looked hotter to Jeremy than the one before it. The jeans Zach was wearing left little to the imagination, and Jeremy's fertile mind filled in any blanks perfectly.
Zach began to lightly finger his swollen shaft, being careful not to get too carried away. He smirked to himself, as, out of the corner of his eye, he watched his Algebra teacher fidget. He knew the predicament Mr. Hottie was in ... though he was trying to hide it ... and even more, knew he was the reason for it. Redoubling his efforts, Zach did everything in his power to make himself seem as sexy as possible to the teacher.
Jeremy breathed a huge sigh of relief, when the bell finally rang. It had just been one of the longest hours of his life. The sexual frustration he felt over Zach ... one of his STUDENTS, for Pete's sake ... was so thick he could almost reach out and touch it. He had to release some of the tension ... and right away!
As soon as all the students had exited the classroom, Jeremy rushed to the closest Boys' Room. He had neither the time nor willpower to make it to the Mens' Room attached to the teachers' lounge. Quite a few guys were lined up for the urinals, but one of the stalls was empty. He hurried inside, pulled out his throbbing fire hose, and began to jack off like crazy. Like a teenager himself, in well under a minute, he was unloading into the toilet. Though he tried to stifle it, a muffled moan of release escaped his lips. Quickly, he zipped up, flushed the toilet, and began to turn around.
"Hey, Mr. C!"
With Shaun at his side, Zach was smirking, yet again, at his math teacher. His eyes darted upward from Mr. Carter's groin to his face. From the smug look on Zach's face, he'd heard the moan. And Jeremy couldn't help but wonder if Zach realized that he'd been the reason for it.
He began to blush, but he still spoke like the authority figure he was. "Shouldn't you boys be on your way to Glee Club, or something?"
While Jeremy crossed to the row of wash basins, Shaun answered, "Um, yeah, Dad. We're just leaving." The two boys hurried from the bathroom; and Zach glanced back at the closing restroom door, while Shaun asked, "What the fuck was that all about, anyway?"
Still smirking, Zach shrugged his shoulders. While he didn't KNOW anything for certain ... not even if Mr. Carter had been jerking off in the bathroom stall ... Zach was pretty sure his sexy getup had had the desired effect on Mr. Carter. Though the man had tried to hide it ... and had done a fair job ... Zach had seen the wood in his pants throughout most of first hour. And he couldn't help but notice how Mr. Carter kept making quick glances in his direction ... more than just the normal scanning of the classroom. Zach was sure that what he interpreted as lust in Mr. Carter's eyes hadn't just been a figment of his imagination.
Shaun wondered all morning whether or not to tell Zach about Liam. On the one hand, the idea of keeping that kind of secret from Zach was troubling; but, what with the serious crush Zach had on his dad, and all, who knew how he might react to the news? Anyway, by lunchtime, Shaun had decided to keep the information to himself for a while. Maybe he'd wait to see what developed between his father and downstairs neighbor, first.
Day melded into day. The cool snap was over by Tuesday afternoon, but really warm temperatures never returned that year. Even though Zach wore shorts and T's to school for the rest of the week, he still did his sexy best to seduce Mr. Carter.
For his part, Jeremy still wasn't sure if Zach was truly coming-on to him, or just acting like the sexy teen he most definitely was. Maybe it was the way HE was looking at ZACH that was causing the problem, though Jeremy didn't think that could explain everything. Since, it would be Zach's turn to spend the weekend with Shaun, Jeremy couldn't help but wonder if Zach was planning to ratchet up the heat even further, when he was alone with Shaun and him. Maybe adding Liam to the mix would cool off the sexy teen; Jeremy sure hoped so, at any rate. Liam would be having dinner at the Carter place and spending Friday night, and hopefully, the rest of the weekend, too.
Though time often crept by at a snail's pace for 14 year olds, Friday morning, first period, arrived before either Shaun or Zach was ready for it. Zach had never been much good at taking tests, but he'd never studied as hard as he had for Algebra I, either. When the hour was over, he was relieved ... the test hadn't seemed all that hard to him, and he told Shaun so, on their way to Glee Club. For the rest of the school day, time slowed way down for the teens.
After the final bell, the boys spent a few minutes in Mr Carter's classroom, finishing their weekend homework, while the teacher graded tests. Since they had ridden their skateboards to school on Friday, they planned to head to the Rec. Center, when they parted ways with the teacher. Mr. Carter was still working hard at grading tests, as the boys rose to leave.
"See you in a little while, Dad." Shaun slid his iPad into his backpack.
"Okay, son." Jeremy looked up from his work, glancing first at Shaun and then Zach. He smiled, as the teens collected their skateboards. "We'll be eating supper later than usual tonight ... say, around 7:30."
Zach was used to eating supper at all hours. "Okay with me, Mr. C. See you then." But after the boys had exited the school, and were beginning to roll across the mostly deserted parking lot on their skateboards, he asked Shaun, "Why are we eating so late tonight, anyways?"
"I think Dad's got a new boyfriend." The words escaped Shaun's mouth, before he even realized he was saying them.
Zach stopped cold.
"What the fuck did you just say?"
Zach's question came from a ways behind Shaun, and Shaun only then realized what had slipped out, without him thinking.
Shit! Shit! Shit!
Shaun kicked himself in the ass ... hard.
Why had he kept Liam's existence a secret? Why hadn't he told Zach about the man first thing on Monday morning? What on earth had he been thinking ... if he even had a brain to think with? Fuck, sometimes he could be unbelievably dumb! He should have known from the start, that Zach would find out about Liam over the weekend. How stupid could he be, anyway?
The disheartened look on Zach's face ... one of utter disbelief ... caused a huge knot to form in the pit of Shaun's stomach. The nagging inner voice ... the one that always told Shaun he was no good for anything ... suddenly made itself known big time! He worried that Zach might just dump him cold, now that his dad appeared to be taken, especially, since Shaun had kept the news from him.
Shaun tried to smile and patch things up as best he could. "Hey, I don't know for sure that they're boyfriends, Zach." He sighed deeply. "I should have told you about him as soon as I found out, I guess. But since they aren't living together, or anything, I didn't know what was the right thing to do."
"Yeah, you shoulda told me ..." Zach stopped abruptly in mid-sentence. He had planned to say more ... maybe a LOT more ... before realizing that he might be able to use this information to further his own desires; if he could only figure out how. HE might even have a better chance with Mr. Carter, now that he knew the man was into guys. Smiling slyly ... on the inside anyway ... he changed course. "Shaun, you gotta tell me all about this dude."
Shaun nodded and tried to smile; he'd tell Zach everything he knew ... everything he should have told him on Monday morning at school. "You remember how Dad wasn't home last Saturday?"
Zach nodded his head that he did.
"Well, I guess all those sexy noises we heard were the downstairs neighbor and my dad fucking."
"No way, Shaun!"
Shaun shrugged his shoulders. "I think so, anyway." He went on to summarize everything that happened after he got home on Sunday evening.
Zach didn't say a word, until Shaun finished.
"He's really cute, then?" he asked slowly.
"Yeah, I guess ... for a guy ten years older than us, anyway." Shaun shook his head. "I don't see why he'd ever hook up with somebody like my dad, though."
"I can't believe you still don't get it," Zach replied. "I call your dad Mr. Hottie for a reason, Shaun. He's one of the best looking men I've ever met. And ... from what I can tell, anyways ... he's a really good guy, too. I bet this Liam fuck sees the same thing in him."
Shaun shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe so, Zach ... maybe so. Hey, I'm sorry, man; so, SO sorry about everything."
Zach smiled. "No worries, Shaun." He thought for a moment, and meant every word when he continued. "You know, even if none of my other dreams ever come true ... about your dad and us, I mean ... there's still you and me. And we're pretty awesome in my book."
Zach stretched out his arms and Shaun melted into them. Right there, on the side of busy 17th Avenue, the two teens hugged and hugged.
"But you gotta know, Shaun ... I'm not giving up on your dad, either."
This seems like the perfect place to end chapter 22. I hope everyone enjoyed reading it! I wonder what will happen in a few hours story time, when the four are in the same room together? Check back next week for the answer! lol
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Have a great week, everybody!
Greg
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