Date: Fri, 17 Feb 2012 01:54:08 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Hottie ch 07

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, 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 7

Something woke Jeremy from a hot dream.  His very thick, cut dick throbbed
from a nighttime erection; they were almost always the hardest ones he got.

Even though he was still half asleep, Jeremy realized he was naked right
away.  He wondered how long he had lain that way beneath the thin top
sheet, since he had worn boxers to bed.  He glanced at the alarm clock: the
numbers flashed from 3:23 to 3:24.  It was WAY too early to be waking up!
Closing his eyes, he rolled over.  Maybe he could pick up the dream where
he'd left off.  He was about to drift off to sleep, when, in the silence of
the night, he heard something ... a moan, then another, a brief pause,
followed by a louder grunt.

Shit!  Suddenly, all thoughts of sleep left him and he was wide awake.

At first, he only heard a single voice ... a deep one ... but that kind of
semi-regular grunting could only be caused by one thing that Jeremy knew of
... raw, animal sex.  The sound came from directly beneath him, from the
bedroom in the second floor apartment.  Jeremy had met the downstairs
neighbor once, when the guy moved in a couple of months earlier.  His name
was Liam, or at least that's what Jeremy remembered.  He was good looking,
dark haired, and appeared to be 20 or 25 years old.  Over the following
weeks, Jeremy had glimpsed him with friends a few times; and often heard
laughing, music, talking, or the TV from downstairs ... never sex, though.
Liam must have gotten lucky, and it sounded like he was enjoying every
minute of it!

Of course, there was no way for Jeremy to know, but he wondered if maybe
his dream and hard-on had been tied to the noises from the apartment below.
Regardless, he was horny as hell.  Kicking the sheet from off his hard
body, Jeremy sensually rubbed his fingers over the hair on his taut belly,
then combed them through his thick bush.  Ever so lightly, his fingers
traced around the large bulbous head of his dick, before he fisted the
thick shaft.  He was pounding it without mercy, when someone with a higher
pitched voice began to whimper.  Suddenly, Jeremy's mind transported him
into the bedroom downstairs, where he could get a better view of the
action.

Surely it was a woman who moaned loudly, "Come on; don't stop now!", but
the voice seemed almost boyish.  Immediately, the sex in apartment 205
became feverish, as the headboard began to slap against the wall.

Close to cumming himself, Jeremy gripped his steely meat tighter.  His body
tensed, as he spread his muscular legs wide, splaying out his long toes.
Almost to the point-of-no-return, Jeremy squeezed his pubic muscles, trying
his best to hold back the inevitable.  Still jacking his seven inches
furiously, he teetered right on the edge of an orgasm for what seemed like
an eternity.  Finally, not able to hold back the cum any longer, he had no
choice but to give in.  Heart pounding in his ears, Jeremy's man-cannon
pumped round after round of thick, creamy ammunition onto his chest and
belly.

Basking in an amazingly strong orgasm ... one of the longest he could
remember ...  Jeremy's body shivered uncontrollably.  His legs twitched for
a moment or two, before finally relaxing.  Completely spent, he lay quiet
and sighed contentedly.  He could have remained that way forever.  But, a
little while later, when his mind finally came back down to earth, he
realized he'd better clean up the spunk, before it became watery and ran
all over the bed.  He thought for a moment, remembered the underwear, and
felt around for them with his feet.  Curling his toes around the garment,
he lifted his foot and leg, dropping the boxers at his side.  Moments
later, he had wiped off most of the mess.

After tossing the cum-soaked underwear onto the floor, Jeremy rolled onto
his side and listened to the couple below him.  Their lovemaking went on
for a few minutes, before they both apparently had orgasms.  There was
laughter in the bed beneath his, and moments afterwards, someone turned on
the exhaust fan in the second floor bathroom.  The low drone masked out all
other noises, so Jeremy never knew if they went at it again, or decided to
call it a night.

Although a part of Jeremy deeply missed the intimacy of a partner ... and
going without for two years probably seemed like a long time to some
... after the debacle of his marriage, he was in no hurry to get tangled up
in another relationship.  While a series of one-night stands might be fine
for the kids downstairs ... and truthfully, Jeremy sometimes fantasized
about them, himself ... they just weren't his lifestyle.  Especially not,
when he had to consider how they might affect Shaun.  His mind and right
hand made a fine combination for the time being.  Then again, if the right
person came along...

In moments, Jeremy's thoughts drifted into nothingness, as he fell asleep.
If he dreamed, he didn't remember it.  When he woke again ... just before
8:00 ... all was quiet downstairs.  After a quick trip to the bathroom, he
slipped into the pair of shorts he'd worn the night before.  He badly
needed coffee!  Stumbling into the hallway, he noticed that Shaun's bedroom
door was closed; no sound came from the room.  He wondered how late the
boys had been up.  Since he hadn't heard them making any noise, when he
woke up in the middle of the night, he guessed maybe they hadn't been up
until all hours, after all.

A few minutes later, with a couple of magazines in one hand, and a steaming
mug of black coffee in the other, Jeremy opened the sliding door in the
living room and stepped onto the deck.  He took a tiny sip of the coffee,
before setting the cup on the small patio table.  He went back inside for
the rest of his breakfast.  Moments later, he returned carrying a plate.
On it were a large, fragrant slice of cantaloupe and a toasted onion bagel
thickly spread with cream cheese.  After lowering himself into one of the
two patio chairs, he took another sip of his coffee, then savored a bite of
the melon.  Whenever he had the opportunity ... which wasn't nearly often
enough ... Jeremy enjoyed a leisurely breakfast outside, on the deck.

Relaxing, he sat back and took in the scene before him.  The view of the
mountains, fifteen or twenty miles to the west, was spectacular!  Before
his divorce was final, Jeremy had narrowed the field of possible apartments
to those complexes nearby the school.  The mountain view had sold him on
the apartment he chose.

A chilly breath of north wind wafted across his naked torso, causing Jeremy
to shiver.  For warmth, he crossed his arms over his breasts and loosely
hugged himself.  No doubt about it, on the Colorado Front Range, summer was
almost over.  In the mornings, especially, a hint of autumn was in the air.
For a moment, he thought about going inside for a shirt, but after a few
puffs, the wind died down.  He ate his breakfast in silence, before opening
one of the magazines.  He scanned the index, turned to a feature article,
and began to read.  By a little after 9:30, he had read all the articles
that even halfway interested him.

The morning was warming up nicely, and Jeremy wished he could just stay
outside, in the deck chair, until the boys got up.  But he supposed he
ought to do something productive with his time; and they needed groceries.
With a last glance toward the mountains, he collected his dirty dishes and
went inside.  If he hurried with his shower, maybe he would even be able to
finish with the grocery shopping before the boys woke up.

Not long after Jeremy turned on the water for his shower, Zach roused from
his slumber.  He glanced at Shaun ... who was lying peacefully beside him
... and heard Mr. C's shower running.  Zach badly needed to pee and slipped
out of bed.  He could use a shower, too, and a smirk crossed his lips, as
he wondered how the teacher would react, if he were to join him.  In Zach's
mind, anyway, it would be a lot of fun for both of them!  But, instead of
walking in on Mr. Carter, he only crossed the hall to Shaun's bathroom,
where he began to relieve himself.  As he pissed, his mind wandered back to
the events of last night.  He hadn't known what to expect, when Shaun and
Mr. C invited him to go on the bike ride and spend the night, but awesome
didn't begin to describe everything!

To thoughts of both Shaun and his dad, Zach began to get an erection.  He
shook off and was rock hard by the time he crossed the hall again, closing
the bedroom door behind him.

Zach's penis was demanding attention, but unfortunately, Shaun was still
sound asleep.  He decided to take out his laptop and read a bit more of `Us
Guys'.  Maybe he would take care of business, while waiting for his
sleepyhead of a friend to wake up.  After powering-up his computer, he
piggybacked onto someone's unsecured WIFI signal.  Zach had a good memory
and found the story with no problem.  Moments later, he was reading chapter
21.

"Damn," Zach mouthed sadly, after reading a couple of pages.  Chapter 21
wasn't hot like 20 had been, and his hard-on went limp.  But, because it
was an interesting story even without the sex, he decided to keep reading.

Shaun moaned, and Zach watched him as he rolled over.  He didn't seem to be
any closer to waking up, however.  Mr. Carter turned off his shower and
began to whistle softly, as he dried himself.  Zach continued to read, and
soon he had finished chapter 21.  He decided to keep reading into chapter
22.  It seemed that the boys were going on some kind of a trip.

Not usually a big reader, Zach, nevertheless, thought Shaun had been right
about this story being good.  He really liked it.  While he was reading
chapter 22, he decided he would take Shaun's advice, after he finished with
it, and go back to the beginning.  Zack felt the characters were fun guys
...  and realistic enough that he could relate to them.  To top it all off,
the story was even set in Colorado, not far from where all of them lived!

As Zach read, Jeremy quickly dressed in shorts, T-shirt, and flip-flops
... his normal `away-from-school' summer clothes.  He pocketed his wallet,
keys, iPhone, and earbuds, before opening the bedroom door.  Stepping into
the hallway, he paused outside Shaun's door and listened.

When Zach heard Mr. Carter stop outside the door, he stared at the
doorknob.  He thought about covering his groin with the bed sheet, but
decided not to: being naked in front of other people had always been a way
of life for him.  It sure wouldn't embarrass Zach, if Mr. Carter opened the
door and glimpsed what most guys would consider their private parts.  He
knew it was just a dream; the teacher was obviously straight since he had
kids.  But even so ... maybe, if Mr. Carter got a good look at his tanned,
athletic body, he would like what he saw, and want some of it.  Stranger
things had happened, Zach was sure.  If he could only turn Mr. Carter on,
well ... who knew where it might lead?  His dick was suddenly hard, as he
lifted the computer from his lap and set it beside his right thigh ... the
side away from the door ... to give Mr. C. an unobstructed view.

But ... unfortunately for Zach ... Jeremy didn't open the door.  After he
was satisfied that the boys were still asleep, he penned a short note and
left it in plain view on the kitchen counter.  He would make a quick trip
to the Safeway store, a couple of miles away, and buy a few groceries.  If
the checkout lines weren't too long, he hoped to be back before the boys
woke up.

Zach heard the front door open and close, followed by the sound of a
deadbolt being thrown.  After glancing at Shaun, who was still sleeping, he
turned his attention back to the story.  The new chapter was interesting,
with several hot moments.  As Zach neared the end of the chapter, he
realized that the guys had driven to a spot he knew well: an alpine lake
northeast of Leadville, Colorado.  He had been born in Leadville, and had
spent the first 12 years of his life there.  No way, could he stop reading
right then; he had to find out what happened next.

To say that chapter 23 was a shock, would be putting things WAY too mildly!
He read the first few pages of it, then re-read them twice more.  He
couldn't believe his eyes!  HE was in this chapter ... not as a teenager,
but as a boy who had just turned four.  He knew the writer couldn't be
talking about anybody else but him; it was impossible.  To begin with, Zach
had never met another guy his age who was named Lars ... especially not
with a mother named Heidi Andersen!

Fuck!

Although Zach didn't remember a whole lot from when he was that age, it is
said that a healthy brain never really `forgets' anything.  Reading about
himself triggered pleasant memories that had almost faded away.  And then
there were those photos of him at a young age, that his mom used to get out
once in a while.  Suddenly, everything clicked; it was all SO amazing!  He
shook his head several times, while keeping his eyes on the screen.  Asleep
or not, he HAD to show this to Shaun right away.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Zach called, shaking his friend's shoulder.  "Wake up!"

"Wha... ," Shaun replied groggily, opening his eyes with difficulty.  When
he noticed Zach, naked, sitting next to him in bed, the cobwebs cleared
from his mind immediately.  After rubbing his eyes with his fists, he
raised himself up on one elbow.  "What the fuck, Zach?"

"You gotta read this," Zach excitedly answered.  He scrolled back a few
pages and set the computer on the bed in front of Shaun.

"Um, okay."  Of course, Shaun agreed to do what Zach asked, but he wondered
what was so important.  Rubbing more sleep from his eyes, he raised himself
up and sat cross-legged, before tilting the laptop screen, so he could read
it more easily.

He noted it was chapter 23 of the same story they had been reading last
night, and decided it must be a really hot chapter.  That was why Zach had
woken him up.  His dick began to rise in anticipation, and he curled his
fist around it.  Without comment, he began to read.

Zach's eyes watched Shaun's face.  It was expressionless for the first page
or two, before he read something that caused his eyes to bulge.

"Hey, the little kid is named Lars."  Shaun laughed, suddenly
understanding.  Zach had wanted him to read it, because he shared the same
odd name with the boy in the story.

Zach nodded and smiled, but kept silent, as Shaun read further.

When he discovered the boy had an all-over tan, Shaun loudly exclaimed,
"This kid is hot!"  Then he covered his mouth with his hand; he'd forgotten
all about his father being at home.  Barely louder than a whisper, while
stifling a laugh, Shaun added, "I sure hope dad didn't hear me say that."

Zach chuckled.  "He's gone somewhere; I heard him leave a while ago."

"Cool!"  Shaun pumped his dick a few times, while glancing at Zach's all
over tan.  He sure wished he didn't have tan lines ... though he couldn't
see himself going outside in the nude.  Focusing his attention back on the
story, he re-read the description of the little kid's tanned body.  "Man!
Wouldn't it be awesome if we were those high school boys, and got to meet a
little kid like Lars?"

Zach smirked.  "I know."  Taking hold of his own penis, he craned his neck
and glanced at the screen, to see what Shaun had been reading.  He nodded
in the direction of the computer.  "Don't stop reading yet."

"Yeah, okay."  Shaun turned his eyes back to the computer screen.  As he
read further, his mouth gaped open.  "Shit!"  When Chris, the guy who was
telling the story, got an erection, Shaun pumped himself faster, and much,
much harder.

"Oh, fuck!" he cried out, almost unbelieving.  "I'm gonna cum!"  Leaning
back on one hand, Shaun stretched his torso to the fullest and began to
nut.  A few drops of cum oozed out of his slit and over his hand.

Zach laughed and shook his head.

"I didn't think it was THAT hot."

Shaun shrugged his shoulders.

"Now keep reading," Zach demanded.  "And no more jacking off."

"Where's the fun in that?" Shaun laughed, holding up his cum-covered
fingers.

"Yeah, I know, Shaun; but there's something in that chapter I want you to
see."

As Shaun dutifully returned to the story, Zach reached over the side of the
bed, and tossed Shaun the stiff pair of underwear he had used a few hours
earlier to clean-up both of them.  Shaun wiped off his hand as he read.  A
couple of paragraphs later, he was amazed.

"No way!  What the... ?"  He glanced at Zach.  Confused, he looked back at
the screen and then at Zach again.  "What gives?  You mean... ?"

Zach smirked, shrugging his shoulders.  "I guess ... here I've been famous
for a while now, and didn't even know it!"

Shaun had a million questions to ask his friend.  Zach had almost that
many, himself ... and few answers.  All of them would have to wait,
however.  As Zach spoke about being famous, a key rattled in the front
door.

"Sounds like Mr. Hottie is back," Zach snickered.

"I SURE don't know where you came up with the name `Mr. Hottie' for my
dad," Shaun replied.  Though ... after yesterday afternoon ... he no longer
thought his father was the most boring man on earth.  "He isn't hot at
all!"

"Whatever... ," Zach laughed, as the front door closed, followed moments
later by the sound of several bags being set on the kitchen counter.  "Come
on; let's get dressed.  I'm starving."

"Okay," Shaun agreed, "I'm hungry, too."

Both boys slipped into the shorts they had worn the night before.  Since
Zach was going shirtless, Shaun also decided to.  Zach grabbed his cap, and
barefoot, both boys left the bedroom.  Zach waited by the bathroom door, as
Shaun relieved himself.  Moments later, they stood beside the kitchen
counter.

Jeremy was in the tiny kitchen, holding a six pack of beer and a small bag
of apples in his hands.  "It's about time you two got up," he chided.
"Sleeping all the morning away, like that..."  He chuckled and shook his
head, while opening the refrigerator.  In seconds, the food was put away.

Watching his dad, Shaun shot back, "What do you mean, all morning?"  A
smile crossed his lips, as he glanced at the clock on the stove.  "It's not
even eleven, yet."

Jeremy corrected his earlier statement.  "Okay, ALMOST all morning, then.
I've already been up for hours."

Zach snorted.  "Yeah, but YOU'RE old!  You're SUPPOSED to get up early."

Jeremy laughed good-naturedly.  He wasn't old ... and a part of him
suddenly wanted to teach Zach that fact, once-and-for-all.  In a flash, he
stepped around the counter.  And before Zach had time to react, Jeremy had
him in a headlock.  Zach squirmed, pretending like he wanted to pull away
... but he didn't really try all that hard.

"Pretty quick, for an old man; wouldn't you say?"  Jeremy chuckled, while
giving Zach a hard noogie through his thick hair.

Zach was surprised, to say the least ... but so was Shaun, and even Jeremy.
Shaun had never seen his father act that way before.  Of course, Shaun and
his dad had played around some, when he was a young boy; but not since the
divorce and Shaun came back to Colorado to live with him.  Though it had
felt like the right thing to do at the moment, Jeremy didn't know what
suddenly came over him, either.  It was as if Zach's half naked body had
just INVITED him to grab hold of it.  Never in his teaching career, had
Jeremy been so familiar with one of his students.

He released Zach right away.

"Um, sorry about that, Zach," he said sheepishly.  "I don't know what got
into me there."

"Hey, it's okay," Zach answered happily.  What had just occurred was MORE
than okay with him.  He would wrestle around with Mr. Hottie any day, any
time ... for as long as the man wanted!

Smiling, Jeremy reached over and pulled Shaun into a one-arm hug, while
draping his other arm over Zach's shoulder.  Odd as it might have seemed a
couple of weeks earlier, he had truly grown to like the Andersen boy.

Dropping his arms, Jeremy changed the subject.  "I bet you boys are
hungry."

"Always!" Zach laughed, and Shaun agreed.

Jeremy glanced at the clock.  "Well, it's almost lunchtime.  What would you
like to eat, anyway?"

Shaun shrugged his shoulders and deferred to Zach.

"Um, how about breakfast?"

"Sounds good to me."  Jeremy thought for a moment.  "Do you like waffles,
Zach?"  He already knew Shaun loved them.

"Sure; I haven't had waffles in ages.  Mom never cooks that kind of stuff."

"Well, then, waffles it is."  Jeremy stepped around the counter, turned on
the faucet, picked up a bar of soap, and began to wash his hands.  "You
boys wash your hands, too, and you can help me fix everything."

A few minutes later, while he got out ingredients for the waffle batter,
Jeremy had the boys cut up fruit for a fresh fruit salad.  By the time
Jeremy took the waffle iron out of a lower cabinet and plugged it in, they
teens were already beginning to make a mess of things, ... but no-one
seemed to mind.  While the waffle iron heated, Jeremy mixed the batter.  He
put slices of Canadian Bacon in the microwave, and soon, the combined
fragrances of baking waffles and cooking bacon filled the air.

Several minutes later, they sat down to a late breakfast of waffles, fruit,
and bacon.  Everyone ate his fill and then some.  After helping his dad
load the dirty plates into the dishwasher, Shaun asked Zach if he wanted to
go outside, and take a walk around McIntosh Lake.  The boys brushed their
teeth, pulled on tennis shoes, and told Jeremy they would be back in an
hour or so.  Talking and laughing, they walked the short distance to the
trailhead entrance.

Lots of people were outside, jogging, biking, or walking, while they
enjoyed the midday sun.  With naked torsos soaking up the strong,
high-altitude rays, the boys joined them.  They walked for a bit, then
decided to jog for a while.  About halfway around the trail, the boys began
to cross a short bridge over the larger of two small streams which fed the
lake. They stopped midway across the bridge, and Zach rested his arms on
the rust-colored metal railing.

"I must live right through there a ways."  Zach nodded in the direction
from which the water came.  "This has to be the creek that flows right
through our farm."  As a thought crossed his mind, he laughed and shook his
head, but didn't say more.

Peering into Zach's deep green eyes, Shaun smiled.  "What?"

Zach sighed.  "Fuck, Shaun, I wish you could spend the rest of the weekend
with me, and I'd show you."

***

With that thought, I think I will end Chapter 7.  I hope all of you enjoyed
reading it, and will send me an email, if you did.  (fotogme11@yahoo.com) I
usually have Yahoo! Messenger open on my desktop, even when I'm not around.
You can leave me a message on there too, and if I'm at the computer, or as
soon as I come back, we can chat for a bit.

It is December, 21, 2011 ... the first day of winter ... as I finish the
rough draft of this chapter.  It has already felt like winter here for a
couple of months.  Oh for the summer again, that the boys are still
enjoying.  I do like all the snow we've had so far, though I could do
without the cold temperatures (lol)!

When I began `Mr. Hottie', I had absolutely no plans to write anything like
what occurred in this chapter.  Of course, from the very beginning, when I
was planning this story, Lars/ Zach was to be an older version of a very
hot character, who made a brief appearance, in one of my earlier stories.
(Since the earlier story was set in 2002, his age worked out perfectly!)
But I had no plans to directly mention `Us Guys'.  I just thought I'd see
if any readers made the connection.  (At least one reader did, anyway.
lol) Originally, at the end of chapter four, I had Jeremy reading an
entirely different Nifty story.

As I was writing chapter six, however, some new thoughts began to creep
into my mind.  It's like that when I write; sometimes my stories just seem
to have a mind of their own!  (lol) Anyway, I hope you didn't mind too much
that I made so many references to `Us Guys', in this chapter.  I was
planning to delete a lot of it, when I did a re-write.  But when I read
through it, everything just seemed right, so I left it all in. (lol)

Have a great week everybody!

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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