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.
First off, I want to thank everybody who is reading Mr. Hottie. Special thanks goes to those of you who have taken a minute to send me an email to let me know you enjoy it. This past week, a couple of you mentioned that the story was sure taking a while to get around to the action! If you keep reading, I don't think you will be disappointed, though.......... lol
Anyway, I hope you enjoy chapter four!
Chapter 4
Not quite sure how to express what he was thinking, Shaun tried anyway. "It's just ... um..." He had to force himself not to stare at Zach's tanned groin.
The boy's uncut, limp manhood hung around six inches long ... about what Shaun had expected, but it was quite a bit thinner than he'd imagined. It was the same amazing, golden tan color as the rest of his athletic body. That wasn't what held his gaze, however.
Wondering why Shaun had suddenly acted so weird, Zach asked, "Are you gonna shower, or what?" He pulled a plastic soap box and a thin, navy and white striped bath towel from his gym bag.
Looking up, while slowly toeing off his shoes, Shaun replied, "Um, shower, I guess. But..."
"Then you better strip out of those shorts right now," Zach laughed impatiently, "or we'll be late for third period."
"It's just..." Shaun gulped, before finally mustering up the courage to speak his mind. "What happened to your pubes, anyway?"
"So that's what you've been staring at forever," Zach answered, with another smile.
"Um, yeah, I guess," Shaun admitted, blushing slightly.
Zach glanced around, before divulging in a low voice, "A couple of years ago, they started to grow in `allburn'."
It was obvious from the look on Shaun's face that he didn't understand.
Not realizing he had mispronounced the word, Zach clarified himself. "You know, that shitty red color." As if auburn pubes were the worst possible thing that could have happened to him, he shook his head and spoke a little louder. "There was no fuckin' way I was gonna have the other guys make jokes about them."
Shaun slowly shook his head in agreement. "But ... your hair is blonde."
Zach nodded. "Yeah, I know; I sure didn't understand it." After a brief pause, he added, "A part of me didn't want to shave them, but I didn't have any choice."
`Wow!' Shaun thought, still shaking his head.
He was honored that Zach had taken him into his confidence, and supposed he could almost understand how Zach had felt: a guy in the changing room at the beach last summer had been the brunt of cruel jokes, because he had red hair.
But still, his pubes...
Shaun was so proud of the tiny clump of hairs above his own dick ... maybe because he had waited so long for them to come in ... that he didn't think he could ever shave them off, no matter what color they were!
"But you know something?" Zach seemed to read Shaun's thoughts. "I'm glad I shaved them off, `cause now I really like it all smooth down there."
Though he didn't say it, Shaun had to agree that Zach's tanned, smooth skin was way hot!
Zach was all eyes, as he watched Shaun hesitate, before slowly pulling down his shorts and jockstrap. When Shaun bent over, to step out of them, he mooned Zach with his creamy butt cheeks.
`Yeah, I'm gay all right,' Zach laughed to himself, as if he'd ever had any doubts. It was all he could do, to keep his hand from reaching over and feeling-up Shaun's smooth skin.
While they had been in the jock, Shaun's balls ... not as big as Zach's to begin with ... had pulled up tight to his body. Although his cock had plumped-up some, from being near Zach's sexy, naked body, it was still small when compared to the more developed boy. Afraid Zach might joke about his tiny package, Shaun remained bent over for as long as he could.
Finally, though, realizing he had no choice but to give Zach a peek at his equipment, Shaun stated the obvious. "I sure wish my dick was big, like yours."
Though it had been almost two years since his cock was as small as Shaun's, Zach lied, "Hey ... not long ago, mine was your size."
Shaun smiled. "Really?"
Zach nodded `yes'. Proudly grasping the base of his flaccid penis, he quickly flipped the hose up and down a few times, giving himself a semi and Shaun a full-blown erection.
Shaun seemed embarrassed by the way his body had betrayed him, as he pulled soap and a towel from his duffel bag, but Zach noted his friend's hard-on with approval. When limp, Shaun's almost little-boy package had fit his slight body perfectly. Hard, it was like wow!', the way his four-inch cock pointed straight up, slit toward the ceiling. With each powerful throb, as it strained to grow further, Zach seemed to hear it crying out, I wanna be taller; fuck, I'm trying my best, and before long, I'm gonna be so much taller!'
Unconsciously, he licked his lips.
Zach had already guessed that Shaun must be a late bloomer, because his voice was still boyishly high. But, if he took after his dad ... and Zach was right about the size of Mr. Carter's package ... in a few months, both Shaun and his dick would get their wish. Long and thick, it would probably put all the guys in the locker room, Zach included, to shame.
"Come on," Zach urged Shaun again, "or we're gonna be so fuckin' late."
To hide his erection, Shaun wrapped the towel around his waist, grabbed his soap, and followed Zach toward the showers. Most of the boys had already showered and were beginning to dress. But, in the steamy air just outside of the shower room, a few older ones were goofing around, snapping towels at each other. Dodging them, Zach and Shaun quickly hung their towels on a couple of empty hooks, before joining three or four guys who were still showering.
Zach turned the water-spotted, chrome handle beneath an open shower head, and warm water forcefully sprayed down on the two. Though Shaun badly needed to jack off, he'd never do anything like that in public. They were running way late, anyway. Both boys showered quickly; and, moments later, after they'd dried off some and as the first bell was ringing, Zach pulled his cargos over his naked ass.
Shaun boldly commented, "So ... no underwear today, huh?"
"Not just today." Zach laughed, carefully zipping his fly, before lithely pulling his T-shirt over his head of damp hair. "I don't believe in wearing anything you can't see. Never have..."
Shaun thought going without underwear sounded really sexy, but he'd never tried it. "I wish I could be more like you, Zach," he stated, while stepping into his battered Nikes.
Zach smirked. "Yeah, I bet!"
He'd never been friends with a shy kid before. And, though it was sometimes weird how Shaun reacted to things, the more Zach got to know him, the more he liked him. Something about Shaun ... something he couldn't quite put his finger on ... intrigued Zach, and he wanted to get to know him better.
"Fuck, we'd better get a move on," Zach said, as the locker room filled with guys from the next class.
The two boys grabbed hold of their gym bags and hurried from the room. For the rest of the day, Shaun smiled a lot more than usual. Most of the time, he'd been clumsy and slow in the locker room, fumbling around for the right words to say to Zach. And, to make things worse, he'd had an erection right in front of him. He'd given Zach every opportunity to laugh at him, but he hadn't. Though Shaun had doubted it would happen, he was beginning to believe that maybe Zach really was becoming his friend.
Although most of the students at Cherry Hill hadn't been ready for the school year to begin, by the time August folded into September, just about all of them had settled into the routine. It didn't take long for the initial excitement of the iPad experiment to wear off. The school district's IT people had done a thorough job of programming out `objectionable' web sites. Even the App Store had been disabled, so the kids couldn't download games to their tablets. While some of the geeks made it their mission to find a way around the restrictions, most of the students were just glad they didn't have to lug around backpacks full of heavy textbooks.
As expected, most of the old cliques from middle school had followed the freshmen to high school, but over the first couple weeks of classes, some old friendships were broken and new ones made.
Shaun had been right; he and Zach became best friends.
By September 1, Mr. Carter had memorized the names and faces of all his homeroom pupils. They had been a reasonably good class, so far, and true to his word, he told them they could sit where they pleased when school resumed on Tuesday, after the long Labor Day weekend. Though Jeremy had been wary of Zach at first, over the first couple of weeks of school, as he got to know Zach a little better, he actually began to like the kid. He was an okay student; always attentive in class ... though maybe that was because he was sitting on the front row. Mr. Carter guessed he'd find out whether or not that was the reason before too much longer. He was sure Zach would move further back in the classroom, as soon as he was given the chance.
He'd been so afraid that Zach would be a bad influence on Shaun, if the two became friends, but that hadn't happened. In fact, one of the main reasons he liked Zach, was because he had been good for Shaun. After the last bell of the day, the two boys generally always met up in Mr. Carter's classroom to study, while the teacher finished his work.
After school on the first Friday in September, as Shaun and Zach walked into his classroom, carrying their skateboards, Mr. Carter looked up and smiled. "Zach, will your family be doing anything special for Labor Day?"
"Um, I don't know." Zach shrugged his shoulders, as he slipped into his desk, spreading his legs wide, the way he always did. "Anyways, it's just me and my mom."
"He lives on a farm," Shaun enviously added.
"Is that so?" Mr. Carter answered, in the way teachers do when they want more information from their students.
Zach laughed. "Yeah, I guess; but we don't have any animals, though."
"He's got a dog, at least," Shaun told his dad, in an accusing voice. He had been asking for a dog for as long as he could remember.
"Shaun, you know how I feel about dogs and apartments," Mr. Carter said.
"Hey, it's just a mutt." Zach tried to smooth things over. "He used to belong to my grandma." Quickly, he changed the subject. "What are you guys gonna be doing over the weekend?"
"Well, I heard they're having a bike ride through Longmont later tonight." Mr. Carter glanced toward his son, not sure if Shaun would even be interested in it. "I bet it would be fun..."
"That does sound like fun," Zach answered for Shaun. His mind was churning with the possibilities. "Can anybody ride in it?"
"I think it costs 10 or 15 bucks," Mr. Carter replied, `but, yes ... usually, the more people the more fun, when it comes to something like that."
"Awesome!" Zach exclaimed in an animated voice. Never bashful, he asked, "Um ... could I ride with you guys?"
"Hey, afterwards, maybe Zach could spend the night," Shaun suggested, suddenly excited himself.
Mr. Carter smiled, but held up his hands. "Let's not put the cart before the horse."
His mind was full of cliches and old sayings, like that one: the apple doesn't fall far from the tree'; it's like the pot calling the kettle black'; `as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room of rocking chairs'; and many, many more. Sometimes, Shaun had been embarrassed, when his dad pulled them out and used them in front of his old friend, Joshua. But Zach hadn't seemed to mind just then.
"Zach, if Shaun wants to go...,"
Shaun nodded his head that he did.
"...I'd be really happy to have you ride with us." He paused for a second. "And it's fine with me if you bunk in with Shaun tonight." Everything seemed to be all set, until Mr. Carter added a phrase every kid hates to hear. "If it's okay with your mom, that is."
"I know it'll be all right with her," Zach assured Mr. Carter.
"Hmmm, seems like I've heard that one before." Mr. Carter glanced at his son for a long moment, before smiling. "I might have even tried using that line once or twice on my parents," he revealed, which was news to Shaun. The teacher picked up the receiver from the phone on his desk and punched one of the buttons on the base. "Why don't you give her a call, right now, and find out for sure?"
Zach wasn't at all certain that his mom would approve of their last minute plans, and he hesitated a moment. Realizing he didn't have a choice, however, he slipped out of his desk and took the offered handset. Steeling his resolve, he looked up her number on his cell phone. Zach knew what he wanted; and he was going to do his best to get it!
His cock began to throb to attention.
Determined, after quickly punching in his mom's phone number, Zach shifted all of his weight onto his right foot. Pocketing his mobile, he leaned against the desk, bringing himself as close to Mr. Carter as he had ever been. He had to force himself not to stare at the man.
One ring ... two ... four ... eight.
All the excitement left Zach's face, and his dick began to wilt. "Um ... I don't know why, but she doesn't answer her cell phone." He sighed dejectedly. Though he thought she was usually home by mid-afternoon, his mom had a job cleaning houses, and he knew she sometimes worked odd hours. Still, she ought to answer her phone. Damn...
The phone continued to ring, as Zach shuffled from foot to foot.
"Hello," an out-of-breath voice finally answered.
"Hey, Mom!" Zach replied, smiling towards Shaun.
"Zach! Sorry, honey ... when I heard the phone ringing, I was outside in the garden, and the phone was upstairs, in my purse." Checking the clock, she was suddenly worried. Zach never called home right after school. "Is everything okay? Where are you?"
"Still at school," Zach laughed, "and I'm fine. I'm here with Shaun and his dad, in Mr. Carters classroom." He told her about the nighttime bike ride, and the offer to spend the night with the Carters. Heidi had lots of questions. Finally, Zach held out the handset to the teacher. "She wants to talk to you."
As Zach and Shaun whispered among themselves, they watched one side of the conversation between the adults. It seemed that Mrs. Andersen also had quite a few questions for the teacher, but, in the end, gave her permission.
Both boys were overjoyed!
"Why don't Shaun and I pick you up a little before 5:30?" Mr. Carter asked, closing the school laptop and slipping it into his backpack. He glanced at his son. "Do you know where Zach lives, Shaun?"
"Sorta, but not exactly," Shaun answered, causing Mr. Carter to smile.
Standing, he said, "Well, son, we'll need to know for sure."
Zach quickly gave them his home address. "It's just on the other side of McIntosh Lake."
"No way," Shaun laughed. "I bet you can see our apartment building from your house then."
"You mean ... you live over there?" Zach nodded his head in the general direction of the apartment complex.
Both boys were surprised they lived so close to each other ... at least, as the crow flies.
Laughing and talking among themselves, the three walked through the front doors of Cherry Hill High. Half a dozen band members with trumpets were clustered nearby. They played a handful of notes over and over, trying to get them right for the halftime program at the game that night. Mr. Carter and the boys ignored them. As the teacher stopped at the bike rack, Zach stepped onto his skateboard, followed closely by Shaun.
"We're gonna head to the Rec. Center for a little while," Shaun informed his dad.
Kicking the ground a couple of times and rolling away, before turning to face the others, Zach laughed. "Yeah, this dork needs a LOT of practice." As Shaun gave him the finger, Zach called out, "See you in a few, Mr. Hhh ... um Mr. C."
So now it's Mr. C,' the teacher thought, chuckling to himself. Well, I guess there's nothing wrong with Zach calling me that outside the classroom.'
"I'll be home in an hour or so," Shaun stated, following his friend.
Glancing at his watch, Mr. Carter replied, "Sounds good, but don't be late."
"I won't," Shaun called over his shoulder.
As they rolled away, Jeremy shook his head, while watching the banter between the boys. Sometimes, he still wondered why or how the two had become friends. Zach, the boy with the perpetual hard-on ... yes, after that day in class, he hadn't been able to not notice ... seemed so physically developed for his age, while Shaun's body was just beginning to mature. It was still more like that of a little boy. They just didn't seem ... to him, anyway ... like a couple of guys who would have become friends. But you just couldn't tell about friendships, he guessed. In the short time they had known each other, Zach seemed to have gotten Shaun to loosen up some, when he was away from the familiar surroundings of home, and that was nothing short of amazing! As a parent, he was really glad to have a chance to spend some time with Zach, outside of the classroom ... to get to know him better.
Throwing a leg over the saddle, he mounted his bike, and, while slowly riding through the parking lot, Jeremy reflected on his own life as a teen. He wished he'd been lucky enough to have had a friend like Zach back then. Lost in his thoughts of teen-aged boys, he pedaled the short distance to Lakeshore Drive. He had to watch for traffic, before crossing 17th Avenue. Forced out of his reverie, he realized that his cock was hard. It sometimes got that way when he rode, because of how the saddle pressed against the roots of his penis ... usually not from riding the short distance to and from school, though. Something had sure made him horny that afternoon!
Smiling to himself, as he crossed the street, Jeremy decided to take a shortcut through the park surrounding McIntosh Lake. While steering the bike from the street onto the paved trail, he noticed a couple of good looking, college-aged guys in swim suits, lying side-by-side in the thick, green grass near the edge of the lake. Obviously, they had been windsurfing, and their boards had been pulled ashore nearby. Without warning, or so it seemed to Jeremy, the shorter guy rolled on top of his friend and they kissed. Suddenly, the teacher was hornier than ever; all he could think about was cumming. Stealing a final glance at the couple, he pedaled faster. If he hurried home, he ought to have the better part of an hour alone on the computer.
As if possessed ... and maybe he was ... Jeremy rode like the wind to his apartment complex, locked his bike, and unclipped his helmet. He ran up the stairs, taking two or three at a time, while unbuttoning his shirt. As soon as the outside door was closed behind him, he slipped off both his backpack and shirt. Dropping them and the helmet in the general direction of a nearby chair, he quickly mounted the stairs to the loft. The family computer was up there, overlooking the living room. Stripping out of his socks, shoes, jeans, and underwear, he powered up the desktop. And, by the time he was naked, had grabbed a bottle of aloe vera gel and a roll of paper towels from the back of a drawer, and settled into the desk chair, the computer screen was alive. He quickly entered the password, but because he was so horny, he got it wrong. Slowing down, he tried again.
Jeremy ... never a great computer wiz ... kept a stash of porn, both straight and gay, on the computer. He had buried it deep in several sub-menus, so Shaun wouldn't stumble across it. With trembling fingers, he clicked through the windows until he came to it. Pre-cum oozed from the slit of his throbbing, angry-looking cock head, and flowed down the thick shaft, as he spread his athletic legs wide. He opened a folder of photos and began to click through them. Fuck, the two guys on screen reminded him of the couple at the lake: one had blonde hair, while the other's was short and brown. After finding a particularly hot photo, he released the mouse.
Jeremy's body had always been super-sensitive to touch. As a kid, he'd hated being ticklish, but as an adult, he had grown to appreciate it. He now looked at it as a special gift. While jacking with his left hand, Jeremy sensually ran the fingers of his right through his pubes and belly hair. As he stared at the photo of the guys joined bodies, he imagined the couple he'd just seen at the lake was making love out in public.
Cum entered the base of his shaft.
"Oh, shit!" he cried out, surprised. Man, he HAD been horny! He couldn't remember the last time he had cum so quickly. He clamped down with his pubic muscles, but it was too late to stop what his body had already begun. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" he exclaimed, as the first spurt powerfully erupted from his penis, landing on his right shoulder.
Five more hard shots followed, and then a few dribbles oozed out.
Normally, right after cumming, Jeremy's sex drive dropped to almost nothing; but not that afternoon. His cock was still rock-hard, and obviously eager for more action. So, after cleaning-up with a couple of paper towels, he decided to check out a long story he was reading on Nifty. While he could take or leave a lot of the stuff on the archive, this one had hooked him right away.
He squirted a bit of the green gel onto his cock head and settled back.
I think I will end the chapter right here lol. I hope everyone is enjoying it so far. Why not send me an email and tell me what you think of it? fotogme11@yahoo.com
I hope all of you have a great week!
Greg
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