Date: Fri, 13 Jan 2012 02:07:03 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Hottie ch 02

Mr. Hottie

By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Story Consultant: Drew
Editor and Proofreader: Jere

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Archive.  It may not be copied to another website without prior approval
from the author.

This is a fictional story ... any similarities to actual people, places,
events or other entities is purely coincidental.  The story involves gay
sex between friends and lovers.  It is written solely for the reading
enjoyment of people who aren't offended by material of this type!  If you
are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please
leave now.

***

Thank everyone for the emails after chapter one!  I received quite a few
... more than I expected.  When a writer begins a new story, he never knows
if anyone will be interested in reading it.  I hope I can continue to hold
your interest in this story.  It is very interesting to me, anyway! lol And
your emails are always welcome.

***

Chapter 2

Several minutes after the final bell of the day, Mr. Carter looked up, as
Shaun ambled into his empty classroom.  From behind his desk, he asked, "So
... how was your first day of high school?"

Walking toward the front of the room, Shaun shrugged his slight shoulders.
"Umm ... okay, I guess," he replied noncommittally.

Mr. Carter smiled at his son.  "Sounds like it went better than you thought
it would, then."

"Maybe just a little."  Shaun beamed at his dad, while sliding into his
first period desk.  He didn't feel like mentioning it right then, but
almost everything about his first day of high school had been awesome!
Though he already knew that his dad sometimes worked late, he asked, "How
long do you normally stay here after school's out, anyway?"

"Well, that depends on a lot of things," Jeremy answered, checking the
lesson plan for Tuesday.  Once in a while, a student would come by with a
problem or question; sometimes another teacher would want to talk to him;
and, of course, there were infrequent parent/teacher conferences; but
usually, he just made sure everything was in order for the next day.  He
chuckled. "I never stick around this place any longer than I have to,
though."  Glancing at his son, he added, "You don't need to wait for me, if
you don't want to."

"I guess I'll hang here for a while," Shaun replied, while watching his dad
work.  "If you don't mind, that is."

Jeremy smiled; he always enjoyed Shaun's company.  After he and his wife
separated, and she took the kids with her, to live with her parents in
Corpus Christi, Texas, Jeremy had felt lost.  That his wife had wanted a
divorce didn't come as a shock to him; he'd been expecting something like
that for quite a while.  In fact, a part of him was even glad it was
finally all out on the table.  At least the daily arguments would be over.
Jeremy loved his children deeply, and was devastated when the divorce
settlement gave their mother custody of all three.  Shaun, who could put up
a fight when he wanted to, wasn't happy when he was forced to leave the
life he had known.  After almost a year in Texas, filled with day after day
of constant arguing, he had proven too hard for his mom to handle, and she
sent the 12 year old back to Colorado, to live with his dad.

"I won't be long today," Jeremy said, turning his mind to the task at hand.

"I think maybe I'll head over to the skate park before supper, and practice
for a while this afternoon," Shaun commented.

"As long as you finish your schoolwork first," Jeremy stated, before
adding, "I thought you didn't like that skateboard, though."

Quite a few middle and high school boys around Longmont rode skateboards,
and Shaun had begged for one last Christmas.  However, after spending a
couple of weeks riding it, without really mastering any stunts, he had
tired of it.  Since January, the skateboard had been gathering dust in
Shaun's closet.

Shrugging his shoulders, the teen answered, "I think I'm gonna give it
another try.  Zach said he'd give me a few pointers."  As his dad raised an
eyebrow, Shaun continued, "I don't have any homework tonight."

Mr. Carter nodded.

"So ... it sounds like you and Zach are becoming friends,."  He was very
glad his son had made a new friend, but also afraid that Zach might be a
bad influence on Shaun.

"Kinda, sorta, I guess," Shaun replied.  With a big smile on his face, he
remembered how surprisingly easy it had been to talk to Zach, the last
thing on earth he'd have expected.

On the beach this past summer, with teenage hormones raging through his
body for the first time, Shaun had stolen glances at some of the more
developed guys around his age ... either in their swimsuits or naked in the
changing room.  He'd never really noticed guys in a sexual way before; but
often, his pubescent cock would get so hard it ached.  In Shaun's mind, at
least, Zach was WAY hotter than any of the guys at the beach.  Of course,
he'd never tell that to Zach; but his dick had been throbbing most of the
day.  Thinking about his new friend, Shaun adjusted his package.

"We had three classes together today," he divulged.  "This one, history,
and glee club; and tomorrow we'll have the same gym class too."

The two sat in silence for several minutes, each lost in his own thoughts,
before Jeremy closed his laptop and looked up.  Shaun had a far-away look
in his eyes and was lightly rubbing his obviously stiff prick through his
shorts.  Jeremy watched his son pleasure himself, until he felt his own
manhood begin to stir.  Ashamed, he cleared his throat.  "Hey ... are you
about ready to get out of this place?"

Blushing, while blinking his eyes into focus, Shaun quickly dropped his
hand, laughed uneasily, and hopped to his feet.  "Ummm ... what do you
think?"

Rising, Jeremy stated, "I think I love you; that's what I think."  He gave
his son a quick hug, and with his arm draped loosely over Shaun's shoulder,
father and son walked from the classroom.

After the quick drive home, Shaun and Jeremy hurried into their separate
bedrooms and closed the doors.  Although it was his son's sexuality that
had aroused Jeremy, and he was full hard in the car, he refused to let
himself think of Shaun in a sexual way.  He stripped out of his khakis and
boxers, and sat on the edge of the bed, spreading his hairy legs wide.
Gripping his throbbing, very thick, seven inches, and savoring every
sensation, Jeremy began to slowly jack off.

While in the room next door, Shaun enjoyed the moment no less than his dad,
it was just that: a moment and no longer; Shaun hadn't yet learned how to
make the good feelings last.  Without taking the time to unbutton his
shorts, he yanked them and his briefs down to his thighs.  After slipping a
cum sock over his penis and stroking with abandon, the boy soon lost his
watery load to thoughts of Zach's deep green eyes peering from beneath his
curly blonde hair and the bill of his faded baseball cap.  Shivering from
the intense orgasm, a grin crossed Shaun's face.  He pulled the sock off
his deflating dick, and, after cleaning an extra drop from the tip, tossed
it under the bed.  Moments later, he tied a pair of well-worn Nikes on his
feet, grabbed the neon green and black skateboard from his closet, and
tucked it under his arm.

Opening the bedroom door, Shaun called out, "I'm heading to the Rec. Center
now."

"Okay, son," Jeremy answered, still jacking slowly.  "You be careful."

"I will," came the quick reply.

"Don't get into any trouble," Jeremy continued.

"Da-ad."  Shaun let his exasperated voice rise and fall.  Parents were
always telling kids stuff like that, and kids hated it.  Anyway, he wasn't
going to get into trouble.

Lifting his hand off his cock, Jeremy said a bit more forcefully, "I mean
it."  Then, after the briefest of pauses, he added, "And be home in time
for supper."

"Okay, I will," Shaun repeated by rote, as he opened the apartment door and
hurried through.

After hearing the door close behind his son, Jeremy sighed.  Shaun was
growing up; maybe a bit too fast for his dad.  Beyond the budding
friendship with Zach, and all the potential problems Jeremy could foresee
with that, he supposed there would be girls and maybe a car, along with
everything those meant.  Fortunately, he wasn't too concerned that Shaun
would get some girl pregnant, because he had talked to his son several
times about the need to use protection.  But you never knew for sure.

Like any good father, he never wanted Shaun to get hurt in any way, and
though he would try to protect his son as best he could, he also knew he
had to allow Shaun his own space.  That was a luxury his parents had rarely
afforded him.  Though he would always be around to guide his son, no doubt
Shaun would still make some bad decisions in his young life.  He just hoped
none of them were TOO serious or long-lasting.

Urgently calling to him, his cock head snapped Jeremy out of his reverie.
And, as Shaun stepped onto his skateboard and headed toward the nearby
park, Jeremy gave his penis the attention it demanded.

Longmont, like much of the state of Colorado, catered to people who enjoyed
being outdoors.  From the city's humble beginnings as a small settlement in
the late 1800's, neighborhood parks had been a part of the development.  As
the city grew, along with the national environmental movement, an even
greater emphasis was placed on natural spaces.  Over the years, more land
had been developed into parks of all kinds, including a new Recreation
Center on the northwestern outskirts of the city, not far from Cherry Hill
High.  On just about any afternoon, boys of all ages and abilities could be
found skateboarding in the park, honing their skills on the quarter pipes,
grinding rails, and fun boxes.

As he approached the skate park, Shaun heard what sounded like a large
group of boys having fun.  Apprehensively rounding the building, he glanced
about for Zach.  His heart began to sink when he didn't see him anywhere.
Not wanting to embarrass himself, Shaun was about to turn around and go
home, when suddenly, Zach appeared from behind several other kids.  Shaun
gaped, as Zach expertly popped his skateboard onto a metal handrail beside
four or five stairs, and effortlessly slid down it.

Zach called out, when he saw Shaun watching him.  "Hey dude!  Fuck, I'm
glad you could make it!"

"Yeah, me too," Shaun replied.  "That was awesome, man!"  Awkwardly
stepping off of his skateboard and watching it roll a couple of feet, he
sadly added, "I wish I could do that, but I'm no good on this thing."

Zach laughed easily.  "We're gonna change that soon enough."

`Yeah, right,' Shaun thought, shaking his head.  "What was that called?" he
asked, nodding toward the handrail.

"A frontside board slide," Zach said.  "I mostly always get it right
anymore."

Shaun shook his head again.  "I'll never be able to do something like
that."

"Yeah, probably not," Zach joked, laughing loudly, as he gave Shaun a high
five.  Turning serious, he added in an encouraging voice, "Hey, you'll get
it; but you gotta start with the easy stuff first."

It turned out Zach was a good teacher.  For the next couple of hours, he
gave Shaun one-on-one instruction.  And though Shaun wasn't a quick study,
by the time the two boys parted ways to head to their homes, Shaun could
ollie about half the times he tried.

As soon as Shaun walked through the apartment door, Jeremy could tell he'd
enjoyed himself that afternoon.  Later, over supper, Shaun gushed like a
fountain, describing to his father everything Zach had taught him.  It was
as if Zach could do no wrong, and Jeremy wondered if maybe he'd misjudged
the Andersen boy.  He hoped with all his heart that he had.

A little while later, while loading his dirty plate into the dishwasher,
Jeremy said, "Shaun, you need to unpack your suitcases tonight, so we can
get your dirty clothes washed."

"If I have to," Shaun sighed resignedly.

Though he thought most everything in the cases was clean, and didn't need
to be laundered, he knew the unpacking job had to be done soon, because
there was almost nowhere to walk in his small bedroom.  Being a typical
teenager, he hated everything about packing and unpacking, however.  Three
days earlier, his mom had packed the suitcases for him, but Shaun knew he
would have to do the unpacking himself.

His dad and mom were different in so many ways.

While his mom did all the work for Shaun, which he sometimes enjoyed, she
also smothered him, which he hated.  For better or worse, his dad allowed
him to do things for himself.  Sometimes, Shaun didn't like the things his
dad made him do, but he sure enjoyed the freedom his dad gave him!

After Shaun had put away his clothes, and as the TV movie he and his dad
were watching was drawing to its climax, in a small farmhouse a few miles
away, near the hamlet of Hygiene, Colorado, Zach sat naked in a dimly lit
kitchen.  Wearing only his baseball cap, he was eating a late dinner with
his mom, Heidi.

As Zach ... he'd always be Lars to his mom, but she knew he preferred his
middle name ... took a bite of his veggie burger, a dollop of ketchup
dripped onto his lap.  He wiped it from his upper thigh with an index
finger, and, as he licked his finger clean, Ms Andersen, dressed in a baggy
T-shirt and jeans, smiled across the table at her son.  She loved him so
very much.  In fact, her life revolved around her only child.  She hadn't
consciously decided to raise Zach as a naturist, but he had never liked
wearing clothes.  When, as a young boy, he began taking off all his clothes
indoors, she didn't correct him.  Soon, he was always nude around their
small apartment in the mountains.  Even when they were out in public, such
as by the lake or at the pool, Zach would strip unselfconsciously.

Her boy grew up completely comfortable inside his own skin, and didn't mind
showing every inch of it to whoever happened to be nearby.  When he was a
little kid, everybody thought it was cute; and even after he'd become an
older boy, friends and neighbors seemed to accept Zach's nudity around the
motel in Leadville, where they lived.

When Heidi's mom became seriously ill, just after Zach turned 11, she and
her son moved to the small family farm on the western edge of the plains.
Heidi hoped to nurse the older woman back to health.  Sadly, however, a few
months after being released from the hospital, the older Mrs. Andersen had
a relapse and passed away.  Heidi, who was also an only child, inherited
the 40 acre farm.  After they moved to Hygiene, a couple of miles west of
Longmont ... where most everybody was a stranger ... and, especially after
he entered puberty, Zach had no choice but to wear clothes in public.
Fortunately, the farm had plenty of room for him to be naked whenever he
wanted ... which was all the time, of course.

"How was your first day of high school?" Heidi asked her son.

"Okay, I guess; I made a new friend," Zach answered, while chewing.

A medium-large sized, shaggy-furred, black and white dog, which had
belonged to Grandma Andersen, was lying under the table at the boy's feet.
When Zach spoke, it raised its head and looked eagerly in the direction of
his master's voice.  The dog's tail thumped the floor twice, and Zach
stroked it with his bare toes.

"His name's Shaun, and his dad's our algebra teacher."  He swallowed,
pulling his feet back to straddle the chair, before gushing, "Mom, you've
gotta get a look at that man.  He's SO hot!"

Shaking her head, Heidi laughed.

"It sounds like going to high school in the city hasn't changed you any,"
she observed, while picking up her burger.

"Never," Zach replied, taking another bite.

Zach had always shown a lot of interest in men.  At first, Heidi had
thought it was because there was no man around the house for him to look up
to.  But about the time he entered puberty, around age 12, her son had let
her know that he was gay.  When she questioned him about it, he said there
was absolutely no doubt in his mind.  Some parents would have found it hard
to accept that their son could know he was gay at such a young age ... not
Heidi, however.  She was a closet lesbian to everyone but her son; and had
known from an early age that she was attracted to girls.  If it was
possible, the bonds between mother and son became even tighter after Zach's
revelation.

"So tell me all about Shaun..."

"Well, we just met this morning, so there's not much to tell," Zach began,
"but he's an okay kid."  He laughed, before taking the last bite of his
meal.  "Sorta shy and uptight, though."  He washed down the food with a
drink of milk.  "After school, he dropped by the Rec. Center, and wanted me
to teach him some moves on the skateboard."

With a big smile, she proudly exclaimed, "Wow ... my Lars is a teacher
now!"

A smirk crossed Zach's face, as he shrugged.  "Who'd a guessed it?"  He
laughed, drank the last of his milk, wiped off the mustache with the back
of his hand, and stood.  Clasping his fingers behind his head, he began to
stretch.

Admiring his tanned, lithe form, Ms Andersen said, "You are such a
beautiful young man, Lars."

"Awww, mom...," Zach answered, stretching fully.  "You just say that
because I'm your son."

"Maybe so," she seemed to agree, "but believe me, you're gonna have your
pick of the guys."  After a brief pause, she added, "Now come here and give
your mom a big hug!"

As he hugged his mother, Zach hoped she was right.  He thought he had an
okay face, and was satisfied with his trim, athletic body ... especially
with the all-over, deep golden brown tan he always had after spending a
summer outdoors.  Last year, anyways, his dick was at least as long as any
of the other boys in his middle school gym class.

But his pick of the guys?

While he really liked the idea, he wasn't too sure it would ever happen.

Seeming to sense the self-doubt in her son's mind, Heidi held Zach at arm's
length and looked him straight in the eye.  "Lars, you can ... and you WILL
... do anything you set your mind to!"

Zach knew what he wanted, and a slight smile crossed his lips.  He sure
hoped his mother was right!

***

With that wish, I will end this chapter.  I had planned to write more, but
I don't think I could top Zach's thought for a breaking spot.  It seems the
more I write of this story, the more I enjoy it!  I am loving the
characters, and the storyline that I'm developing in my head.  I sure hope
that you guys are beginning to enjoy it too.  If you are, I would sure like
to hear from you.  Unless you've been on my end, you can't imagine how much
a word of encouragement can mean.  My email address is fotogme11@yahoo.com,
and I'd sure like to hear from everybody who is reading this story.

Greg

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"I'll Suck You" - Final Post Date: June 25, 2007
"I've Got the Best Family" - Final Post Date: May 23, 2008
"Us Guys" - Final Post Date: May 29, 2009
"More is Better" - Final Post Date: March 4, 2011

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