Date: Fri, 13 Jul 2012 03:06:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Hottie ch 26

Mr. Hottie

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

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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, 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 26

September drew to a close, ushering in October, and by the middle of the
month, Liam and Jeremy had completely merged their households.  If Liam had
better stuff, then they moved it into the Carter apartment, because it had
the extra room of a loft.  And since they still had contracts on two
apartments, they decided to use Liam's apartment to store the excess
furniture for a few months.  Fortunately, they were able to work out an
arrangement with the property management company that allowed Liam to take
over the Carter apartment when Jeremy's lease expired at the end of
January.  They had until the end of June ... when Liam's lease ran out
... to look for more suitable housing for their new family.

During those weeks, to Shaun's delight, Liam didn't try to be a second dad
to him ... and he was as good a friend as any teen could want.  To top it
all off, if he felt like it, he could now spend his evenings at home in the
nude.  Liam often joined him ... what a cock that man had!  And even his
dad sometimes lounged around the apartment in his underwear ... something
he never did before.  Shaun kept after his dad to let Zach go nude when he
visited, too.  When Jeremy finally stopped saying, `I'll think about it'
and switched to `maybe,' Shaun knew the battle was almost over.  As things
worked out, Zach spent more than his share of weekend nights at the
Carters', too, although the teens passed many weekend days on the Andersen
farm.  Jeremy and Liam sometimes visited the farm, along with the boys, and
Zach promised skinny dipping for all when the summer temperatures returned!

Though his crush on Mr. Carter was still as strong as ever, at Liam's
suggestion, Zach eased off on Jeremy during that month ... both at school
and away.  Because he hardly ever mentioned `Mr. Hottie' to Shaun, Shaun
hoped that maybe Zach's crush had run its course.

Nothing could have been further from the truth, however.

Also, during those weeks, the boys talked quite a bit about coming out.
Because of comments he had made to some of his friends, most of them
already guessed that Zach was gay ... not that they cared, because he was
`cool'.  But Shaun was afraid to tell anyone ... outside of family, that is
... about his sexual orientation.  It wasn't that he didn't want other
people to know; he'd always wanted to be truthful with people.  He agreed
that life ought to be a lot simpler, if everything was out in the open; but
what if the other kids made fun of him ... or even worse, bullied him
mercilessly?  After a long discussion one October evening, Zach finally
talked Shaun into both coming out and announcing they were a couple over
Winter Break.  They would do everything together, on both their Facebook
pages.

Reluctantly, Shaun agreed.

October 12th ... a Wednesday ... was Jeremy's 35th birthday.  While Shaun
spent the night at the farm, Jeremy celebrated the evening with Liam, over
a quiet, candlelight dinner at home.  Liam even fixed spaghetti ... one of
the few things he knew how to cook well ... along with breadsticks and a
big salad.  After the meal, over glasses of red wine, Liam handed a couple
of tastefully wrapped packages to Jeremy ... one was very small, while the
other was shaped like a clothes box.

Jeremy hefted the packages a couple of times.

"Happy Birthday, Jem."

"Thanks, lover!"

Liam grinned.  "Fuck, I like the way those words sound!"

"Me, too."  Jeremy smiled broadly, as he ripped the paper from the small
box.  Eagerly opening it, he pulled out a knotted leather cord.

As Jeremy's eyes seemed to question what he held in his hand, Liam smiled
again.  "It's an ankle bracelet, like mine!"

"Awesome!  So you just slip these knots to make it longer or shorter?"
Jeremy tightened the leather loop by sliding the knots farther apart,
before opening it again.

"You got it!"

Jeremy crossed his right ankle over his left knee, pulled up his pants leg
a bit, and slipped the leather thong over his bare foot.  He loosely
tightened the slipknots over his hairy ankle.  "Hey, I like the way it
looks, Liam!  Thanks!"

Liam nodded.  "Before long, yours will get dark like mine, if you leave it
on all the time, that is."  As his dick began to throb to life, Liam shook
his head.  "Fuck, it makes you look even hotter, Jem ... just the way I
knew it would!"

Both men smiled, as Jeremy uncrossed his legs and picked up the larger
package.  He weighed it with his hands.  "Clothes?"

Liam was mum.

Jeremy turned it over and slipped his finger along the seam in the forest
green paper.  "You know, Liam ... after my divorce, I had about given up on
love.  Man ... I'd forgotten how good it can be."

Jeremy tossed the wrapping paper aside, before opening the embossed, white
box.  On top was a pale yellow, tightly woven, V-neck sweater
... expensive, by the soft hand of the thin wool.

Jeremy lifted the cashmere sweater, letting it fall open.  "Wow ... this is
NICE, Liam; thanks!"

"You bet, Jem."  Liam chuckled.  "I thought that color would look awesome
against your tan."

"For sure!  I don't think I've ever worn anything this shade of yellow,
before."  After rubbing his hand over the soft fabric, Jeremy laid the
sweater aside and picked up the pair of pencil-legged, stonewashed jeans
beneath it.  His eyes opened wide, before he glanced at Liam.  "Designer,
huh?"

Liam didn't answer, but smiled.  "Why don't you try everything on, to see
if I got the right size?"

Standing, Jeremy stripped out of his shirt.  He tossed it aside, before
slithering into the sweater.  It fit him, almost like a soft glove.

"You look fuckin' amazing, Jem!" Liam exclaimed.  His cock throbbed harder,
at the sight of Jeremy's chest hair, which the low V-neck showcased
perfectly.  "That's just how I hoped it'd fit you!"

Smiling, Jeremy unzipped his slacks.  His soft dick bounced in his boxers,
as he slid the khakis down his legs, and pulled them over his bare feet.
He popped open the four buttons on the fly of the new jeans and slithered
into the right leg.  If the sweater had fit him like a glove, it seemed the
jeans were going to conform to his body like a second skin ... if he could
even get them buttoned!

When he even had to sit down to pull on the second leg, Jeremy was SURE
they'd be too small for him.  However, when he stood, pulled the jeans up
over his butt, stuffed his boxers down the legs, and buttoned the fly from
the bottom to the top, the low-cut waist fit him perfectly.  He could feel
the soft denim cradling each butt cheek, while the center seam tightly
followed the inside of his crack.  Without a doubt, they WERE like a second
skin!

Jeremy looked down at the jeans, as his cock began to engorge.  "I've never
worn anything like these before, Liam!  Shit, where did you find them,
anyway?"  He adjusted his package some.

"Oh ... a little online retailer someone told me about."  Liam chuckled.
"Damn, you look sexier than ever in that stuff."  He eyed Jeremy from head
to toe.  "You need to forget the underwear with those jeans, though
... they mess up the lines!"

"You've got a deal; there'll never be anything under these jeans but me!"
Jeremy laughed, wondering just where Liam expected him to wear the sexy
clothes.  He pulled Liam from his chair, and gave him a big kiss, before
hugging him tightly.

"Thanks so much, Liam!"

"You've gotta promise me that you'll wear this stuff, Jem."

"Anywhere you ask me to," Jeremy promised wholeheartedly.

"Good," Liam replied, "because I want you to wear them for the second part
of your birthday present.  I'm gonna take you clubbing tonight.  I want to
show you off!  And I made reservations for tonight at a hotel in downtown
Denver, too."

"On a work night?"

Liam laughed.  "Call in sick; that's what I plan to do."

Jeremy had only called in sick, when he really wasn't, a couple of times in
his life ... and those had been during the worst of times with his ex.
Back then, he'd rationalized that he had been emotionally distraught, even
though he wasn't physically sick.  But he chuckled, as he shrugged his
shoulders.  "Why not, Liam?"  He never missed; he deserved a day off!

"I'm gonna change clothes," Liam said, before laughing again.  "And you be
sure to take off those boxers!"

"Yes, Mother."  Jeremy chuckled, before kissing Liam.  His boyfriend's
command would have been the LAST thing his mom would have ever said to him!
After collecting his discarded clothes, Jeremy followed Liam into the
bedroom, where he took off his boxers, while Liam changed into a sexier
pair of jeans and a sea green plaid, long sleeve, seersucker shirt.  Both
men slid their feet into loafers, without socks.

"Fuck, Liam ... these really are the sexiest clothes I've ever owned."
Jeremy stepped into the closet to get jackets for himself and his
boyfriend.  He slipped his arms into his jacket.

"Hey ... I want everybody to see what a good-looking guy you are; and I
want them to be jealous of me!"  Liam laughed, while putting his wallet,
mobile, and keyring into a small, leather waist pack.  Before strapping it
on, he asked, "Do you have anything you want me to carry, Jem?"

"Do you mind taking my iPhone, wallet, and keys?"  While Jeremy's new jeans
had the standard complement of pockets, he was sure that anything he put in
them would create unsightly bulges, ruining the effect the jeans had been
designed to create.  He handed Liam the jacket and the other items.

Liam slid Jeremy's things into his waist pack, donned the jacket Jeremy
handed to him, and collected an already packed duffel bag from the floor at
the foot of the bed, before turning out the light.  Amazed by the feel of
his denim second skin, Jeremy followed his lover to the front door.

Stopping near the kitchen counter, Liam turned and gave Jeremy a big hug.
"Have I told you how much I love you, lately?"

Jeremy smiled broadly.  "You show it to me every day, Liam, in more ways
than I could ever remember."

"Wow ... hearing you say that, means SO much to me, Jem!"  Right then, Liam
wanted to make love to Jeremy so bad ... but he had other plans for that
night.  "Hey ... we'd better head out, before you get me so turned on I
can't drive."

Chuckling, Jeremy agreed; and after locking the apartment door, the two men
hurried down the stairs to Liam's car.  It was going on ten, and Jeremy was
in the process of texting Shaun, to let him know he wouldn't be at school
on Thursday, but not to worry, when Liam wheeled the car into a parking
garage down the block from `Fifteenth Street Station', a Denver nightclub
he'd heard about.  Technically, it hadn't been started as a gay club, but
lots of gays had frequented it, since the night it opened over 12 years
earlier.  Anyway, on the night that Liam and Jeremy visited, they would
have been hard pressed to find a dozen straights among the seventy-five, or
so, people in the small club.  Liam paid the cover charge for both men, and
followed Jeremy into the semi-dark interior.  While the place would
probably really be hopping over the weekend, it was doing a good business
on a Wednesday night, too.

The two men found a table away from the better-lit dance floor, and ordered
drinks, before Liam pulled Jeremy onto the worn hardwood.  For a man who
complained he couldn't dance, Liam thought Jeremy did just fine ... and by
far, he was the sexiest man in the whole place ... at least, as far as Liam
was concerned!  He noticed plenty of eyes on his partner ... and a few on
himself ... but, for the first time in his life, Liam didn't flirt back.
Happily, he was taken.

Since all his attention had been focused on his lover, Jeremy hadn't
noticed that others were ogling the hot couple, until Liam pointed them
out.  But when he started looking around, he saw lots of eyes on Liam and
himself.

He grinned.  "We do seem to be getting more than our share of attention,
don't we?"

"We deserve every lust-filled stare, Jem!"  Liam laughed loudly, as he
thrust his gyrating pelvis toward Jeremy.

Jeremy returned the favor.  And, fully clothed, the two sweating men made
love on the dance floor, until the music ended.

"Fuck, I think we'd better sit the next one out," Liam suggested, turned-on
beyond belief.  He'd been so close to cumming out on the dance floor, it
wasn't funny.

"Either that, or take it all the way."  Jeremy kissed Liam.

Liam's eyes smoldered with his passion.  "Not yet ... I've got other plans
for you tonight!"

The men sat out the next couple of dances, and by the time they returned to
the dance floor, both had their horniness under control.  After a few
lively songs, the five piece band played a slow number.  Lovingly, Jeremy
laid his head on Liam's shoulder, as their bodies melded together.  It
wasn't so much that they danced ... they just WERE.  Both Jeremy and Liam
had only one thought on their minds: life couldn't be much better!

Though they could have danced all night, sometime after one, Liam suggested
they'd better head to the hotel.  Smirking, he again hinted at his plans
for the remainder of Jem's birthday.  They'd each had a few drinks at the
club, but neither was drunk when they left `Fifteenth Street Station'.
They stopped by the parking garage to get the car, but, after talking it
over decided to walk rather than drive.  Liam collected the duffel from the
back seat, and a few minutes later, after walking the three and a half
blocks to their hotel, they checked into their 12th floor room at the
Embassy Suites, across from the Denver Convention Center.  Liam took a Dopp
kit from the duffel bag and began his bathroom chores, while Jeremy checked
his phone for messages.

Smiling, he called out, "Shaun says we should have fun tonight, Liam."

"Cool!"  Liam stuck his head out of the bathroom, while brushing his teeth.
"Well, have you enjoyed the night, so far?"

"I've never had more fun!"

Jeremy smiled broadly, as Liam returned to the bathroom.  He sent a short
email to the school office, letting them know he would be taking a sick
day.

By the time Jeremy had finished in the bathroom, Liam had called in sick,
turned the sitting room lights down low, and opened all the drapes onto the
cityscape below them.  Naked, he stood at the window and looked out over
the city lights.

Drying his hands on a towel, Jeremy stepped out of the bathroom.  "You
know, Liam ... I can't remember ever having a birthday quite as special as
this one."

"Only the first of many for us ... if I've got anything to say about it."
Liam smiled, as his boyfriend stripped.  Jeremy laid his somewhat sweaty
new clothes over the couch in the living room, before joining Liam at the
window.

"Let's go out on the balcony," Liam suggested, sliding the door open.

Jeremy laughed.  "Fuck ... we'll freeze to death!"

"Not in each other's arms," Liam countered, pulling Jeremy outside with
him.

Though it was getting cold out, Liam had been right.  The men held one
another tightly and kissed, long and passionately ... then they kissed
again ... and they kissed some more.

Several minutes later, while in a lust-filled daze, Liam extended his hand.
"How about a shower, lover?"

"I'm sure we both need one," Jeremy agreed, taking Liam's hand in his own.

"You let me do all the work, okay?"  Liam was insistent, and Jeremy was
more than happy with the suggestion.

The light from the bathroom spilled from the open door, into the sitting
room, as Liam adjusted the water temperature and turned on the spray.
Moments later, the men stepped in tandem over the lip of the tub, and Liam
took Jeremy in his arms again.  All washing was forgotten, as the men
returned to kissing.  And Liam's cock was leaking an almost steady stream
of precum, when he began to worship Jeremy's body with his tongue, laving
over his hairy chest and taut nipples.

At the point where both men had about as much sexual tension as either
could stand, Liam opened the small bottle of shampoo.  He poured a generous
dollop into his hands and began to sensually lather Jeremy's short hair.
As the suds dripped onto Jem's shoulders, Liam gently massaged them, before
lifting his lover's arms to take care of the pits.  Pouring more shampoo
into his palm, Liam sudsed Jeremy's arms, chest, pubes, genitals, and legs.

"Shit, Liam ... I'm gonna cum just from you rubbing your hands over me."
Jeremy laughed, but it was the absolute truth.

Liam smiled wickedly.  "Not if I can help it, you're not!"  With a firmer
touch, he finished sudsing Jeremy's frontside, before asking him to turn
around, so he could wash his back.  "Did I ever tell you what a sexy man
you are, Jem?"

Lying through his teeth, Jeremy chuckled.  "Nope, I don't think so, Liam."

Lovingly, Liam spanked Jeremy's butt cheeks.  "Liar!"

"And here I was about to say something nice about you," Jeremy laughed,
enjoying every moment with the man he loved.

Chuckling lustfully, Liam finished up with Jeremy, and, as the now 35 year
old man rinsed off, Liam hurriedly washed himself.  This night wasn't going
to be about him cumming, not if he could control himself, anyway.
Actually, it wouldn't be about Jem squirting, either; Liam planned to bring
his lover right to the edge again and again.  If everything worked the way
he hoped, Jeremy would be about to go crazy with desire, before he shot.
By the time Jeremy had finished rinsing, Liam was almost through lathering.
The men awkwardly traded places, and moments later, both were squeaky
clean.

"Jem ... you've gotta promise me that you'll let me do everything tonight,
okay?"

"I'll be putty in your hands."  Jeremy pulled back the shower curtain, as
Liam turned off the water.  Never in his adult life, had he ever put
himself totally in someone else's hands, and he was unbelievably excited at
the idea.  As he stepped out of the tub, Jeremy began to reach for a towel,
but Liam brushed his hand away.

"You've got to let me do everything, remember?"  Liam was chuckling, as he
stepped from the bathroom and returned moments later with a fluffy white
bathrobe, which he draped sensually around his lover's shoulders, leaving
the front open.  "Fuck, you look good enough to eat, Jem!"  Liam took a
towel from the rack and roughly dried Jeremy's hair and frontside, before
swiping it over his own body a few times.  Then he knelt before the man he
loved and kissed his erect cock twice.  Jeremy's penis was throbbing steel,
by the time the two men left the bathroom.

Jeremy stood beside the king-sized bed, as Liam turned on the two bedside
lamps.  And he watched questioningly, but remained silent, while Liam
tossed the pillows onto the floor.

"Do you trust me, Jem?  I mean ... REALLY trust me?"

Without hesitating, Jeremy replied, "You bet I do!"

Liam smiled, as he pulled the robe from Jeremy's shoulders.

"Then I want you to lie on your back in the middle of the bed, and spread
your arms and legs wide."

Smiling expectantly, Jeremy crawled into position, while Liam opened the
duffel bag he had packed earlier that night, placing it on the floor at the
foot of the bed.  He pulled out a blindfold, four wide leather cuffs, and
several long velcro straps.  As he rose up, Jeremy noticed what was in his
hands.

"So, you're going to tie me up, huh?"  In his excitement, Jeremy's
throbbing cock began to ooze precum.

Liam just smirked, as he snapped a cuff around one of Jeremy's wrists,
clipped one end of a strap to the D-ring on the cuff, and secured the other
end around the corner of the bed frame.  He did the same with the other
arm.

"How does that feel, Jem?  Not too loose, I hope."

Jeremy twisted his body from side to side.  His arms were stretched, but
not enough to be painful.  "Well, I've never been tied up before, Liam, so
I don't know how it SHOULD feel, but it's not uncomfortable, if that's what
you mean."

"We'll start like this, anyway."  Liam chuckled, standing back to survey
his work, so far.  "Fuck, Jem ... you look so hot, stretched out this way."
With a long strand of precum dangling from the end of his penis, he shook
his head.  "You're going to make me cum, and I don't want to ... not for a
few more hours, anyway!"

Jeremy just laughed, as Liam slipped the blindfold over his head, carefully
positioning it over Jem's eyes.  After he was satisfied that Jeremy
couldn't see, he lifted his hairy, right calf, pushed the new ankle
bracelet out of the way, and snugly wrapped a cuff around his ankle.  He
did the same with the other leg, and stretched them wide, before velcro-ing
the straps around the bed frame.

"Are you all comfy?"  Liam laughed, while checking out his handiwork.

"Hey, I'm so turned on, I don't know or care!"  Jeremy had the biggest
smile on his face.

***

I think I will end this chapter with those words.  Hmmmmmmmmmm, I
wonder.....  lol

If you enjoyed reading this chapter, please send me an email and let me
know!  fotogme11@me.com

Thanks, Greg

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