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 after the last chapter. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Chapter 34
After familiarizing himself with the controls and adjusting the mirrors, Liam started the Subaru. Someone had plowed the parking lot earlier that morning, but the street in front of the apartment complex ... not the one the guys could see from their bedroom window ... hadn't been. A few tire tracks formed deep ruts in the snowy inches. The news anchors on TV had been right: large chunks of many of the deciduous trees had split away from the main trunk. A couple of them in the apartment complex parking lot had even split and fallen on cars. Other trees were so weighed down by the heavy snow that they looked like very sad versions of the weeping willow.
Following Jeremy's instructions, Liam made it to Cherry Hill without major incident. All the main roadways had been plowed, though they were still snowy. Whether it was because of the Subaru's sure-footedness, or some other reason, by the time they reached the school, Liam felt he was starting to get the hang of winter driving. He steered the car into the freshly plowed parking lot and stopped right in front of the main entrance.
The sidewalks had been newly cleared, as well.
"I don't think you'll need to help me inside, Liam. I'm finally starting to get the hang of the crutches." Jeremy leaned across the console and gave Liam a quick peck. "Take it slow, driving to work, though. And be safe!" He smiled at his lover.
"You have a good day, too, Jem," Liam replied. "I love you."
"I love you, too."
As Jeremy reached for the door handle, Liam kissed him, quite a bit more passionately.
Shaun shook his head. "Geez, you two ... knock it off in front of the school, already!" He opened the car door, climbing out with the crutches in his hands.
Liam chuckled. "He's right, Jem; sorry I got so carried away."
Shaun opened the door for his dad.
"I'm not," Jeremy laughed. Though hardly anyone was around, he added, "Let them watch!" He gave Liam another smooch, before urging, "Be very careful driving to work, Liam."
"Don't worry, Jem; I will."
Liam watched anxiously, while Shaun helped his dad out of the car and to the front door of the school. As Liam began to carefully drive off, Jeremy turned and smiled at him, before entering the building. The drive to Boulder was slow, but uneventful, although Liam saw one car in the ditch and two that had obviously spun into the wide median. Those deserted cars caused him to drive even more carefully. Even so, he made it to work before his boss and most of his coworkers arrived. Jeremy had been right: nearly all the other drivers slowed down for the snow, and everyone seemed to be watching out for the other guy, and not just himself. Liam thought Jeremy had been right about something else, too: driving on the snow WAS sort of fun. Although, if Jeremy hadn't given him quite a few pointers, and he'd wound up in an accident as a result of his incompetence, he knew he would be feeling just the opposite.
Smiling, Liam placed the report in the center of his boss's desk, before putting on a fresh pot of coffee.
Although the Carters were at school earlier than usual, Zach was still waiting for Shaun in the cafeteria. He had to apologize to Shaun, first thing ... and no piddling snowfall was going to keep him from it! Heck, they measured snow in FEET in Leadville, not inches, anyway. Of course, Shaun accepted his apology. He laughed, because Zach had been so worried about being dumped; but, inside, he was glad that Zach cared enough to lose sleep over having hurt him. In no time, everything was back to normal between the teens.
After the first bell of the morning, Mr. Carter's homeroom students trudged into the classroom in groups of two or three. Although nearly all of them had been hoping for a snow day, only three teens didn't make it to class. Jeremy thought that wasn't half bad, for the first major snow of the season. A few minutes earlier, Jeremy had asked Zach to place a chair next to his desk. He propped his foot on it, while he surveyed the classroom.
As the second bell was ringing, he smiled at the class. "Good morning, guys. Sorry about no snow day ... but the administration didn't ask for my opinion."
"We're just glad to have you back!" Cassandra Lopez, a wispy, dark-skinned Latino, spoke up from the third row, right.
Zach had his own reasons, when he echoed, "That's for sure!"
And ... although most of the teens enjoyed being able to get away with anything under the nearly deaf substitute ... several heads nodded along with him.
Mr. Carter smiled again, from behind his desk. "Thanks, everybody, but I'm sure my substitute ... Mrs. Schmidt, wasn't it? ... did a fine job!" He glanced at both Shaun and Zach, as if daring them to contradict him. "As all of you know, I'd rather be in front of this desk when I teach. But I guess I'll be sitting behind it for a while ... doctor's orders." He nodded at the crutches, which were leaning against the wall behind him. "In case some of you are wondering, I broke my foot last Thursday, in a weird accident." Very briefly, he described what had happened, and took a couple of questions from the kids, before turning to the days' announcements.
First period, and the rest of the first day back at school, was uneventful for Jeremy. In fact, except for another snowfall, nothing to speak of happened during his first eight days back at school. Though during that time, he did get much more proficient using the crutches.
Both Jeremy and Liam took Thursday morning, October 27, off work, so Liam could drive Jeremy to the 9:00 Orthopedist's appointment. Again, several inches of the white stuff had fallen the night before, but BOTH men took it in stride this time. Jeremy had been right; Liam actually enjoyed driving on snow-covered roads ... in the Subaru, anyway. The city of Longmont plowed most of the main roads, but only used snow melting chemicals at major intersections. They relied on the warming power of the sun to do the rest. While this meant that drivers had to contend with snowy roads ... at first, anyway ... they didn't have all the nasty, salty slop, which is so common in some parts of the country. And, because the high altitude sun was intense, even in winter, it did a fine job of melting the snow from most roads.
The Orthopedics and Sports Medicine department of the clinic, was composed of six specialists and a large cadre of supporting staff. They occupied a suite of 15 to 20 rooms on the second floor of the modern, medical building. A new set of x-rays, taken during the appointment, showed the bone was aligned perfectly, and the healing process had already begun. The doctor pressed gently on Jeremy's still swollen foot.
"Does this hurt?" he asked.
"Just a little dull pain," Jeremy replied. The pain was nothing, compared to how the foot had ached right after the accident. "It hasn't been hurting me, at all. And I haven't been taking pain pills, since the first couple of days."
The doctor, who looked to be very athletic and in his early thirties, seemed to be very pleased with Jeremy's progress.
"I've been wearing the boot all the time ... except for when I shower," Jeremy commented, when the doctor had finished prodding.
The doctor stood and smiled. "Well, Mr. Carter, I think you will be happy to hear that you can take the boot off when you go to bed. And ... unless you just enjoy using them ... you can lose the crutches, too."
"That's the best news I've heard in a LONG time!" Jeremy's face beamed.
The doctor spent several more minutes with the men, answering questions from both of them. When everyone was satisfied, the doctor told them to make an appointment four weeks out. He wouldn't need to see Jeremy before then, unless he started experiencing unusual pain or swelling in the foot, which might signal some problem.
Since four weeks out ... to the day ... would be Thanksgiving, Jeremy made the appointment for Monday, November 28.
"I think we need to celebrate!" Liam declared, as the men took the otherwise empty elevator to the first floor.
"You and me, both, Liam." Jeremy's asshole winked open, excitedly, while his dick began to swell. The elevator doors opened and they stepped out. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Liam smirked. "Well, we've both got the rest of the morning off, don't we?"
Jeremy nodded, as they crossed the small, deserted lobby.
Liam opened one of the front doors for Jeremy. "Wait here under the canopy, and I'll get the car."
Carrying the crutches, Liam hurried across the parking lot, sliding gleefully ... like a young teenager ... on the slick patches. Moments later, he pulled the car up to the front door of the building, and Jeremy got in.
"Man, I can't tell you how good it feels to be walking again, Liam ... even if I am still wearing this boot!"
"Fuck, you don't need to tell me anything, Jem. I can see it in your face." Leaning over, he kissed his lover.
"Home, James!" Jeremy pointed forward, laughing. "Let's not waste all morning sitting in the parking lot!"
Though the clouds appeared to be thin, light snow began to fall again on the short drive to the apartment complex. Since the parking lot was nearly empty of cars, because most of the adults were at work, Liam was able to park right in front of the sidewalk which led to the stairs. Leaving the crutches in the car, both men hurried, as quickly as they could, to the stairway. Though he could now walk on both feet, Jeremy was still slow, climbing the two flights of stairs, and Liam had already stripped out of his clothes by the time he opened the apartment door.
Standing naked and erect, just inside the door, Liam held out his arms to the man he loved. He had the broadest smile on his face that Jeremy had ever seen!
Forgetting his penchant to not cuss, Jeremy quickly closed the door behind him. "Fuckin' shit, Liam! You look good enough to eat!" He melted into Liam's arms.
After the briefest of hugs, Liam tore the layers of winter garments from Jeremy's torso, carelessly dropping them onto the floor in jumbled heaps beside his own rumpled clothing. Liam's fingers trembled over the bare skin of Jeremy's athletic shoulders, before raking through the hair on his chest and stomach. Even after the months he and Jeremy had been together, Liam still found it hard to believe that he had found the man of his dreams. In fact, Jeremy was much MORE than the man he dreamed about! To Liam's way of thinking, there wasn't another man on earth who could rival Jeremy in the sexy looks department. And there was so much more to Jeremy than just the physical.
Kissing his lover, Liam fumbled with the button on the thirty-something's jeans, before licking down the centerline of his chest. Finally opening the waistband of Jeremy's pants, Liam knelt and unzipped them, while yanking down the pair of navy boxer briefs Jeremy had put on that morning.
When freed from its fabric dungeon, Jeremy's very erect penis bounced up. Right away, wrapping his arms around Jeremy's butt, Liam captured the thick rod between his lips. Without a second thought, Liam swallowed Jeremy, until his nose pressed tightly against his lover's pubes. But it wasn't enough. He pulled Jeremy's midsection even closer, wanting every millimeter of his cock. If possible, Liam would have even taken the roots of Jeremy's penis inside his esophagus, he wanted him so badly.
In the throes of intense passion, Jeremy moaned from deep within. Many times in the past, Liam had deep-throated him ... but it had never been like this!
Pulling off and panting for breath, while saliva dripped from his open mouth, Liam urgently directed Jeremy to the sofa. As soon as Jeremy had fallen onto the cushions, Liam swallowed him again. Nine times, Liam took Jeremy to the hilt, and Jeremy was about to cum from the stimulation ... both mental and physical ... before Liam reluctantly pulled off and removed the boot from Jeremy's foot. Being careful ... when everything inside him said to hurry ... Liam pulled the clothes over Jeremy's feet. Without saying a word, Jeremy slid down into the couch, until his ass perched right on the front of the cushion. He spread his legs wide.
He needed Liam inside him, almost as much as Liam needed to be there!
Liam eyed Jeremy's amazing pucker, as it winked open ... once, twice, and then stayed that way ... a small dark hole leading to the molten core of the man. If Liam's face hadn't been filled with lust before, surely it was then. He spit into his hand, rubbing it and the copious precum over the knob end of the massive gearshift between his legs. Bending at the knees and spreading his legs wide, Liam directed his poker toward its waiting prize.
An amazing combination of pain and pleasure ... something Jeremy had sorely missed for a couple of weeks ... flowed throughout his body, as Liam filled him with his enormous dick.
"Oh, yeah! Fuck me, man; fuck me!" Jeremy exclaimed, while Liam pulled his dick out and thrust it in again.
Those few words of encouragement were just what Liam wanted, and needed, to hear. Forgetting about Jeremy's broken foot, for the moment, Liam began to pound his lover's ass, like he never had before. If it were possible, he had missed this special closeness with Jeremy, even more than Jeremy did! Clasping his fingers behind his head of longer than normal brown hair ... he needed a haircut ... Liam arched his back, putting his abdominal muscles on display.
`This magnificent specimen of a man loves me!' Jeremy thought, almost unbelieving. Any pain he had felt disappeared almost immediately, as he gave himself completely to his lover. After several minutes of watching Liam rut, uncontrollably, Jeremy stretched out his hands and began to feel the taut muscles of Liam's hard belly.
Jeremy's touch was what did it.
Liam had been right on the edge of cumming, almost from the beginning of their coupling; but most of the time, he had learned just how many pleasurable sensations he could stand, before he fell over the edge and into an orgasm. He had been holding himself as close to that point as he could, but he hadn't counted on Jeremy's fingers probing his abdomen.
"Fuckin' shit, Jem ... I'm nutting!"
Liam wouldn't have had to say anything; Jeremy felt his lover's massive, hard cock swell even further, as he began to shoot. Jeremy thought he felt it jerk eight times ... once for each spurt of Liam's potent semen. Using his talented ass sphincter muscle, Jeremy tried to coax more from his man, but with no luck. Liam's climax had been mind bending ... one of those a guy can feel throughout his whole body ... and he needed a few minutes to recharge.
Leaning forward, Liam's lips sought out Jeremy's, and they kissed passionately ... VERY passionately, with lots of tongue action. Throughout it all, Liam's cock remained hard inside the man he loved; and he was more than ready, when the time was right to start pumping again. This time, however, neither man was in a hurry to cum, though they did have to rush around afterwards, to get Jeremy to school on time.
October turned out to be a very snowy month, and early November wasn't much different. On the first Friday of the month, Mr. Carter called his homeroom class to order by cracking a couple of jokes. He perched himself on the front of his desk ... something he had returned to doing, since getting rid of the crutches ... and opened his laptop.
"It looks like we've got three important announcements this morning." Often, he skimmed through the announcements, in advance; but on that morning, they would be news to him when he read them to the students.
"`Tomorrow, for the first time ever, our Cherry Hill Marching Band will be in the CU marching festival. The field competition begins at 11:00 on Folsom Field. Show your student I.D.'s and you can get in for only a dollar. The band would like to have a large cheering section, and hopes that a lot of Cherry Hill students will attend!'"
Glancing up from his laptop, Jeremy cleared his throat. From the disinterested looks on the faces of most of the class, not many of them would be cheering on the marching band.
"The second announcement is about Daylight Saving Time: it ends this Sunday, so be sure to set your clocks BACK one hour, or you will be waiting at the bus stop for a LONG time on Monday morning."
Jeremy smiled.
"This next announcement's going to affect all of you, too. `On Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday of next week, underclassman and faculty yearbook photos will be taken in Room 124. Freshmen and Faculty on Monday; Sophomores on Tuesday; and Juniors on Wednesday. Please dress appropriately! Faculty, you will only need to have new photos made if you want to replace your current one.'"
Jeremy hurried through the line about faculty photos, as a few moans went up from the class.
"`This year ... um ... J bar A Photography will be taking the pictures for us.'"
Jeremy did a double-take, and immediately glanced at both Shaun and Zach. From the expressions on their faces, both of them were as incredulous as he was! The rest of the class gave a collective yawn.
"Guys, your yearbook photos will be with you for the rest of your lives, so you'd better take this seriously! Anyway, from what I've heard, J bar A Photography does a topnotch job. A lot better than that company we used last year."
Zach had the biggest smirk on his face that anyone could imagine. Spreading his legs wider, he fingered his hard dick through the fabric of his jeans.
Trying his best not to notice, Jeremy added, "I know that a lot of Seniors swear by them."
Zach leaned across the aisle and whispered something to Shaun, causing both boys to snigger.
Jeremy gave them a stern glance, but left it at that. Looking down at his laptop again, he continued, "This announcement also says there will be no charge to any student, unless he or she wants to order prints. Apparently, the district has negotiated a package deal with the studio ... if you want a set of prints ... and you will be given that pricing after your photo session."
"How do we know when we're supposed to have our pics taken, anyways?" a girl from the next to back row asked.
Jeremy smiled. "I was just about to get to that. Everybody, write this down." He gave the teens a moment to get pencil and paper. "The announcement says, `First period, A-D; second period, E-J; third period H-M; fourth period, N-R; fifth period, S-V; and last period, W-Z. Students are expected to return to class as soon as their photos are taken.'" The announcement also told faculty that they would have their photos made after school was dismissed on Monday, but Jeremy doubted if any of the students cared about that part.
The rest of the day seemed to drag by for Jeremy. Although, most of the time, he had taken to riding back and forth to school with a fellow teacher, Liam would be picking him up on that Friday. The boys were spending the night on the farm, and the men were planning to go out to dinner, and maybe see a movie. Jeremy could hardly wait to tell Liam the news about the yearbook photos! Even though it had only been a couple of years, since he last updated his yearbook photo, Jeremy was going to have a new one made. He wondered, excitedly, who the studio would send as the photographer.
I think I will end this chapter with those words. I hope you enjoyed reading it and that you have a great week!
Greg
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