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 33
Sometimes, Zach wondered if he might be screwed-up in the head.
Loving Shaun, the way he did, was it right that he still lusted after Shaun's dad, of all people? Of course, he'd had the hots for Mr. Carter before he even knew who Shaun was. But, even so, would a normal guy be like that? And, what about how seeing Liam in the nude had turned him on? Liam WAS damn hot, though. Were all guys Zach's age like him, when they saw hot bodies ... even when they already loved someone else? And while he was on the subject of love, though Zach truly loved Shaun, he was afraid he might have hurt him, when his hormones had taken over, and he'd entered him so roughly. Fuck, it seemed that he cared for himself and HIS feelings, more than he did for Shaun's. Was it right that he should feel that way?
Lying awake in bed, after jacking off on Sunday night, Zach pondered those questions, and others like them. Normally, he didn't worry about stuff like that, but he couldn't go to sleep, no matter how hard he tried. While he couldn't find anything wrong with having a crush on Mr. C ... or Liam, for that matter ... unless those things were causing a problem with Shaun ... and he didn't think they were ... he DID need to apologize to Shaun for the way he'd nearly raped him. Sure, Shaun had SAID he was okay with everything, but, upon reflection, Zach wondered if he was telling the truth. He knew Shaun sometimes kept his true feelings bottled up inside. And he had seen the shock, and maybe even some pain, on Shaun's face.
Zach sighed inwardly, while adding layer upon layer to his concerns over Shaun ... the way people with lots of responsibilities sometime do, when they lie awake at night worrying. In Zach's suddenly distorted view, Shaun was on the verge of leaving him.
Fuck!
Falling for Shaun had been the best thing that had ever happened to him. If, by his thoughtlessness, he drove Shaun away, Zach didn't think he would be able to live with himself. Restlessly, he rolled from his back to his stomach. He tossed and turned until sometime after one, when finally overcome by his need for sleep, his mind shut down and he drifted off.
Beep, beep; beep, beep; beep, beep; beep, beep... The alarm prodded gently, at first, but quickly became much more urgent in its demands!
Groggily, Liam groped for the snooze bar. "Fuckin' morning," he groaned. Fumbling with the clock, he turned off the alarm. Normally, he would have gone right back to sleep, but he remembered how hard it had been snowing when they went to bed. Suddenly, he was as wide-awake as a 22 year old guy can be at 5:30 in the morning!
Jeremy moaned, as Liam slipped from under the covers and hurried to the window at the foot of the bed ... the one with a view of the street.
Though the sun wouldn't rise for almost two hours, the streetlight told the tale: it HAD snowed ... and a LOT, from what Liam could tell. The branches on the forty foot pine, outside the window, were weighed down by six or eight inches of the stuff, and tiny flakes were still falling at a good clip! The street appeared to have been plowed, but had turned white again.
Liam clicked on the room light, before leaning over his lover. He planted a sweet kiss on Jeremy's lips. Then, in a low, but urgent, voice, he implored, "Jem! Wake up!"
"Wha..." Jeremy tried to open his eyes, but they rebelled. Like Liam, he needed more sleep!
Liam pulled back the covers to reveal Jeremy's amazing, naked body. His seven inches were erect and oh so inviting! Without a second thought, Liam's right hand encircled the shaft, and he began to pump it, very hard and very fast, like there would be no tomorrow. In no time at all, Jeremy was both awake and shooting.
Proud of his handiwork, Liam kissed his lover again. "Jem, you need to check if you'll have school today, because we got quite a bit of snow."
Jeremy rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
"How much?"
"I don't know, for sure," Liam chuckled, licking the cum from his hand. "But there's at least half a foot in that tree outside the window."
"Shit! Can you hand me my phone, Liam? I'll check the school website, and see what it has to say." Jeremy smiled, while reaching for a Kleenex to wipe the mess off of his belly. "Oh ... and thanks for waking me up the way you did. If a guy has to wake up at this ungodly hour, I can't think of a better way."
"I'm glad I could help out!" Liam chortled, while handing the smart phone to Jeremy ... who sat up. "I'll start the coffee."
"Thanks!"
Before heading down the hall to put on the coffee, Liam clicked on the gas furnace, for the first time that season. With a strong `whoosh!' the flame ignited. By the time Liam started back towards the bedroom, hot air was blowing from the ceiling vents, and Jeremy had called-up the school district website. While a couple of outlying schools had delayed their starting times by an hour, Cherry Hill would be running per the usual schedule.
"Liam, it looks like you'll be taking Shaun and me to school this morning," Jeremy said. He was removing the boot from his foot, as Liam stepped into the room. "I guess you'd better help me into the shower, if you don't mind."
On Sunday morning, the men had tried showering together ... something they had often done in the past. But, since Jeremy could only stand on one foot, it made switching places to rinse off very awkward. Fooling around with each other in the shower wasn't as much fun as it should have been, either. Damn his broken foot!
"Sure, Jem. Do you think I ought to call Shaun? He's not up, yet."
"We can let him sleep for a few more minutes." Jeremy reached for his crutches, which were leaning against the wall at the head of the bed. "I'll call him after I get out of the shower, if he's not already up by then."
Liam nodded, while his lover stood. Jeremy carefully crutched himself into the small room that held the bathtub and toilet, taking care not to bang his broken foot against anything. Awkwardly, Liam helped him step over the side of the tub, before turning on the water. Leaving the door open ... so he could keep an eye on Jeremy ... Liam stepped in front of the large vanity, where he wet and lathered his face, and began to shave. While his beard was neither as coarse nor thick as Jeremy's, he still had a very prominent, dark shadow from the weekend's stubble.
After shaving, Liam asked Jeremy how he was doing, and Jeremy said it was taking a long time, but, otherwise, everything was going well. Liam decided to click on the TV, to hear how much snow had fallen throughout the region, and how much more was expected. He ambled into the living room and settled back onto the sofa, tucking his left foot under his naked ass. As the screen came to life, the early morning news anchors and the weatherman were discussing a record snowfall for the date: 11 inches at DIA. Accumulations throughout the Front Range varied from as little as six inches to over a foot. While there was nothing TOO out of the ordinary about the amount, it was WET snow, something very unusual for Colorado. Since it had fallen while the deciduous trees were still in leaf with their fall color, many branches had fallen overnight, causing major problems. To possibly make matters worse, up to an additional six inches of snow was predicted through noon on Monday!
Liam shook his head. He was getting initiated to Colorado winter big time ... and it was only October!
"Liam, do you mind giving me another hand?"
Obviously, Jeremy had finished his shower.
Liam hopped off of the couch, and, as he stepped into the bathroom, Jeremy continued, "There's got to be a better way, than me asking for your help all the time!"
"We'll figure it out," Liam replied.
"Yeah, I know we will. But for your sake, Liam, I sure hope it's sooner rather than later!" Hanging his wet towel on the towel bar, Jeremy added, "I just wish I could put some weight on this foot. It doesn't hurt, or anything."
As they were talking, somewhere outside, a snow blower began to buzz.
Jeremy draped his right arm around Liam's shoulder. And, putting all of his weight on Liam, he stepped out of the tub with his left foot. Jeremy sadly shook his head, while trading Liam's naked body for the cold crutches. It wasn't the kind of trade he wanted to make very often, that was for damn sure!
While Liam stepped into the shower, Jeremy carefully crutched to the walk-in closet ... his injured foot seemed SO exposed, without the protection of the boot. He grabbed the first pair of dress jeans and coordinating shirt that came to hand. Leaning over, he grasped his left hiking boot, before hobbling into the bedroom. Dropping the boot on the floor and laying the clothes on the bed, Jeremy opened the top drawer of the tall chest and took out a pair of boxers and the first pair of socks that came to hand. He sat on the bed and carefully dressed his bottom half, before wrapping the boot around his right foot. Finally, he tied the hiking boot on his left foot.
When he stood, to call Shaun, Jeremy inadvertently put a tiny bit of weight on the heel of his right foot. Amazingly, and thankfully, there was no pain at all! He noted that the way the boot was designed, the wearer couldn't put weight on the front two thirds of his foot, even if he wanted to.
`Damn!' Jeremy thought, daring to put a bit more weight on the heel. He tried more weight with the same pleasant result. However, even though there had been no pain, he held his foot off the floor, as he thumped to Shaun's bedroom. Standing in the doorway, he clicked on the ceiling light.
"Son!" he called, in a fairly loud voice. "Time to get up!"
Half-awake, Shaun moaned and rolled onto his side, turning his back to his father.
"Up and at `em, Shaun!" Jeremy responded, hobbling to the side of the bed. "A lot of snow fell last night. And you've got to get moving, because we've got school today! Liam still has to drive himself to work, after he drops us off."
Snow ... a LOT of snow ... suddenly, Shaun was wide-awake!
"How much?" Shaun asked, rolling onto his back, so he could look his father in the face.
"Liam says six or eight inches," Jeremy answered. "So you need to get ready, because we'll be leaving for school right away."
Since he and Zach had become an item, Shaun was usually less of a problem to get moving on school mornings. But the fact of the first snowfall of the season only served to make him move all the more quickly. In no time, he was out of the bed and looking out the window. Similar in height and girth to the large pine tree outside the master bedroom window, the evergreen outside Shaun's window drooped mightily under the weight of the heavy snow.
Shaun smiled broadly. The only way things could have been better, was if school had been called off. Still, one word summed-up his feelings: "WOW!"
Liam, who had just finished lathering his body, and was about to rinse-off, was anything BUT happy. When he made the move to Colorado, he knew ... in the back of his mind, anyway ... the winters would be snowy. But he'd never driven on the white stuff, and though he hated to admit it, the thought of trying to scared him shitless! While he could probably take a bus from Longmont to Boulder and back, he didn't like that idea. Since he hailed from Southern California ... where cars are THE travel mode of choice ... he'd never been much of a fan of public transportation. Anyway, he still had to get Jeremy and Shaun to school.
How would his car do on the snow?' he wondered, while rinsing the soap from under his arms. If he could even get out of the parking lot, without having an accident!'
Liam's hands travelled down his hard body, helping the spray from the low-flow showerhead remove the suds. When he reached his limp dick, he lifted it, to rinse the soap from the underside, but didn't come close to jacking off ... he just wasn't in the mood. He rinsed his balls, legs, and ass, before stepping from the shower. Using the same towel as Jeremy, Liam quickly dried off.
As he turned off the light, and stepped into the rest of the bathroom, Liam noticed Jeremy, sitting fully dressed on the edge of the bed. He looked SO handsome, in a white, long-sleeve, Oxford cloth shirt ... open at the neck ... and dressy jeans. A newspaper lay open at his side, and he held a steaming mug of coffee.
"Did you have a hard time getting Shaun up?" Liam asked.
Jeremy chuckled. "Not after he heard how much snow we got." He lifted the mug to his lips and took a sip. "He even brought me the paper and coffee!"
Liam tried to smile, as he joined Jeremy on the bed.
"Fuck, I sure wish I could feel the same way about the snow. Jem, I've never driven on the stuff, and it scares me!"
"So THAT'S what's been bothering you, Liam." Jeremy curled his arm around Liam's bare shoulders. "I'm an old pro at it, so I can give you a few pointers."
"Thanks!" Liam breathed more than just a sigh of relief; it was as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. "Well, I'd better get dressed, too." Before standing, however, he gave Jeremy a powerful kiss.
Less than half an hour later, the three of them were bundled into winter coats, and were preparing to leave the apartment. While the sun still hadn't risen, lights in the breezeway and over the two flights of stairs, let Jeremy know that the maintenance people hadn't yet cleared away the snow that had blown in. An inch or two of the white stuff covered the wooden floor and stone aggregate stairs.
"Nothing's ever easy on these things." Chuckling sadly, Jeremy lifted one of the crutches and shook his head. "Shaun, would you please get the broom, and sweep off the stairs for me?"
"Sure, Dad."
Moments later, with Shaun in the lead and Liam bringing up the rear, Jeremy carefully shuffled from the apartment. What a first day outside the apartment on crutches! Fortunately, Shaun did a pretty good job of cleaning a path for his dad.
After locking the apartment, Liam asked, "How can I help you, Jem?"
"I'm not sure," Jeremy replied tersely, while glancing at the top flight of 15 stairs. "I mean ... I don't know what's going to be the best way to tackle these." He grabbed hold of the railing with his right hand, while handing the crutches to Liam. "I think I'm going to try putting just a little weight on the foot."
"Are you sure about that?" Liam was more than a little concerned.
Jeremy smiled. "I tried it in the bedroom, and the foot felt okay. But, Liam, if it hurts ... even a little bit ... I'll stop." With all of his weight, he leaned on the sturdy metal railing, while taking the first downward step with his left foot.
Liam held his breath, as Jeremy brought his right foot down, beside his left.
"How was it?" he asked.
"So far, so good!" Jeremy beamed, though he was still concerned. He had 29 more stairs to go.
On the good-sized landing, at the base of the first flight, Liam handed Jeremy the crutches. More confident (which wasn't saying much) than he'd been since he began using them, Jeremy crutched across the mostly-cleared wooden planks, before tackling the second flight of stairs in the same way as the first. The bottom three stairs, and the concrete walk just in front of them, were icy from melted snow that had dripped from the eave of the building and refrozen.
"Um, Liam ... I think I WILL need your help over this stuff."
"Sure, Jem."
"Liam, should I clean off your car?" Shaun asked. He was wearing Zach's hoodie under a puffy jacket, and tiny snowflakes repeatedly pelted the hood.
Before Liam could answer, Jeremy replied, "I think we'll be taking the Subaru today." Carefully, he stepped onto the first icy step. He turned his face to Liam. "Your car is really cool, Liam; but the old Subaru is great on the snow." He laughed. "And heck, if you wreck it, we won't be out much!"
Shaun laughed, before trotting over the recently cleared sidewalk, toward the family wagon. Right away, he began to sweep off the windows.
"That's not doing much to build up my confidence, Jem!" Liam smiled wanly. Although he didn't know anything about driving on snow, after he'd graduated from college, and knew he would be moving to Colorado, one of the reasons he had bought the Volvo was because it had front wheel drive. An older friend told him he'd heard front wheel drive was supposed to be good on the snow. But, if Jeremy said the Subaru would be even better, he wasn't going to disagree with him.
After making it over the icy stretch, Jeremy took the crutches from Liam and VERY slowly made his way down the sidewalk. Though the snow had probably been cleared from the walk less than half an hour earlier, tiny snowflakes were falling hard, and the walk was covered with the white powder. By the time they reached the car, Shaun had swept most of the snow from the windows and hood, but around a foot of the stuff was piled on the roof. Apparently, quite a bit of the snow had melted ... early on, when it hit the ground ... but the metal car body had cooled to the freezing point right away, because the yard seemed to have snow at about half the depth of that on the car roof.
"Fuck ... we DID get some snow." Liam took out his phone and snapped a quick pic of the car roof. "My family and friends back in California will NEVER believe this! My first real snowstorm."
"Well, I can safely say it won't be your last," Jeremy replied, shuffling to the passenger side of the car. Stopping beside the door, he took out his car keys and unlocked his door, before handing them to Liam. "Maybe you can help me with these crutches, Liam."
"Sure," Liam replied, taking the crutches from Jeremy and sliding them over the back seat and into the cargo area.
A minute or two later, both men were seated in the car. While Shaun scraped the built-up ice from the windshield, Liam started the car.
"So, you were gonna give me some tips for driving in this stuff..."
"Yep." Jeremy smiled. Always the teacher, he started with the basics. "The first and most important thing ... and, Liam, this takes priority over everything else ... is to DRIVE SLOWLY! Keep at least three or four times as much space between you and the car ahead of you, as you normally would."
Liam was absorbing every word.
"Pretend there are rotten eggs under both the accelerator and brake pedals, and the last thing in the world you want to do is break them! Accelerate and brake SLOWLY. Take your foot off the gas pedal at least half a block before you want to stop, and if the wheels start to slide when you gently apply the brakes, don't panic. This old car doesn't have antilock brakes, so calmly release them and pump the brake pedal until you stop. Remember ... keep lots of space between you and the car in front of you, and don't drive too fast! Drivers are a lot more courteous when it snows, but even people who have lived here all their lives, sometimes make mistakes ... especially on the first snowfall. So you need to be ready for the unexpected."
Liam nodded.
"Hey, you might even find that you ENJOY driving on the snow," Jeremy added. "I know I do!"
Liam tried to smile, but still wasn't convinced. "But what if I start to skid?"
Jeremy leaned across the seat and kissed his lover. "Don't worry so much." He smiled. "If you're careful ... the way I've told you to be ... that shouldn't be a problem. But, if you do find yourself in a skid, gently steer the car INTO it. Whatever you do, don't overcorrect; that's a sure way to end up in the ditch. What was the first rule, again, Liam?"
"Take it slow and steady."
Though Jeremy knew that the unpredictable was much more likely to happen on snowy roads, and Liam might end up in an accident, no matter how he tried to avoid it, he replied, "You're going to do just fine!"
Kicking the snow off his Nikes, Shaun opened the passenger side back door, interrupting his dad.
"Hey ... just look at it as a new adventure, Liam!"
I'm going to end chapter 33 with those words of wisdom from Shaun! Not a lot of sexy stuff in this chapter, but I enjoyed writing it. lol Have a great week everybody! And I'd always like to hear from you ... fotogme11@yahoo.com.
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