Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2012 04:06:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Hottie ch 17

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.

***

Thanks a lot to those of you who emailed me after the last chapter.  Of
course, it is always good to hear from my longtime readers, but I also
really appreciate that some new readers discovered the story.  I hope you
enjoy chapter 17!

***

Chapter 17

`I love you.'

Zach had danced around those words several times over the past couple of
weeks, but never clearly used them in a way no one could misunderstand.
This was the first time Shaun knew, without a doubt, that he was sincere.

"I love you, too, man!"  With a huge smile on his face, Shaun wrapped his
slight arms around Zach's shoulders.  It was as if he didn't want to give
Zach the opportunity to pull away and possibly change his mind.  "I think
I've loved you ... like forever.  But I just didn't know what the feelings
meant."

"Yeah, Shaun, that's how it was with me, too.  I was having all these
feelings, but I couldn't understand them."  Zach laughed, when, with a loud
fart, Shaun pooped out Zach's mostly limp dick.

Suddenly feeling very empty, and also a little embarrassed, Shaun chuckled
uncomfortably.

Continuing to talk, Zach didn't seem to notice.  "But tonight, Shaun
... wow; tonight I knew for sure."  His eyes focused on Shaun's.  "You know
... when we started going at it, I was just fucking you.  And enjoying
every thrust ... let me tell you."  He smirked for a second, before
becoming serious again.  "But near the end, Shaun, I was making love to you
... or trying my best, anyways."

"Oh, don't worry; you were doing great!"  Shaun paused for a long moment,
basking in the strong emotions that coursed through his body.  "Tell me,
Zach ... how did you know for sure it was love?"

Zach rolled onto the bed beside Shaun.  "That's why it took me so long, I
guess.  I was trying to figure things out."  Zach's face was SO serious.
"Tonight, though, everything just fell into place.  I mean, I still can't
explain everything, but when I was inside you, I just KNEW."

Right then, lying in bed, side-by-side with Zach, Shaun was as happy as
he'd ever been in his life.  He rolled onto his side and began to lightly
trace circles around Zach's dark brown, dime-sized nipples, before gently
pinching them.  In no time at all they were taut and puckered.  For several
seconds, he lost himself in Zach's deep green eyes.  Then his vision
blurred and he blinked his eyes.

"So, tell me, Zach, did you get what you wished for when you blew out the
candles?"

"You bet I did!" Zach replied, right before their lips met in another
tender kiss.  "And a lot more, too."  At the moment, the fact that one of
his wishes was still unfulfilled, didn't seem to matter one bit to him.

The boys lay awake for a couple of hours that night, fondling each other,
as they talked.  And, yeah ... they made each other cum again, too.  They
fell asleep in each other's arms, and when Zach woke up on Saturday
morning, Shaun's arms were still draped possessively over his manly, yet
still boyish, torso.  Untangling himself from the guy he now knew he loved,
Zach rubbed his eyes for a moment, clearing them, before gazing lovingly at
the smooth features of Shaun's sleeping face.

Smiling, Zach slipped out of bed, padded to the desk, and opened his
laptop, before making a quick trip to the bathroom.  Moments later, while
checking his email, he noticed that three of the Craig's List people had
replied to his requests to look at their bikes.  Two of them asked him to
come by after lunch, while the third ... the guy with the cheap bike
... said any time after 9:00 on Saturday morning would work best for him.
The early bird said he lived in Firestone, a community around 15 miles to
the east of Hygiene.  He indicated that, although several people had shown
interest in the bike he had for sale, since Zach's email had been sent
earliest, he would get the first option to buy it.

Zach glanced at the clock on his laptop.  Shit, it was already 8:52!

Immediately, he replied to the morning person, apologizing because he
didn't get the email early enough to make it there by 9:00.  He'd be there
with his mom as quick as he could, however.  Although Zach didn't know if
he'd even like the bicycle, he almost begged the guy not to sell it out
from under him.

Hurrying from his bedroom, Zach called out, "Hey, mom!"

No answer.

After walking through the living room and starting up the stairs, he called
louder.  "Mom, are you in the house?"

Heidi's bedroom door was open; and, as Zach approached the room, he noticed
that the bed was made and the room was empty.

Damn!  Where could she be, anyway?

He hoped she hadn't gone shopping, or something.  Probably, he ought to
check downstairs for a note.  But, before leaving the bedroom, Zach decided
to look outside.  Quickly crossing the room, he glanced out the open window
and over the back yard.

Cupping his hands to his mouth and pressing them against the screen, Zach
yelled.  "Hey, Mom ... are you out there?"

Carrying a pitchfork and wearing a large brimmed sun hat and dirty work
gloves, Heidi stepped through the open doorway of the barn.  It looked like
she meant business.  "You don't need to yell so loud, Zach!  What is it you
need, anyway?"

"We gotta go check out that cheap bike right away, before the guy sells it
to somebody else."

"Not until after you boys have your breakfast," Heidi replied.  She was
sure a secondhand bike being sold for such a low price couldn't be in very
good shape, and Zach probably wouldn't even want it.

"I'll wake up Shaun right away, and we'll be ready to go in five minutes.
Okay?"

Heidi sighed, but smiled.  "Better make it at least ten or fifteen, Zach."
She had been planning to turn the compost pile, and though that task could
wait, she added, "You can't always expect me to drop everything for you."
She wanted to ask Zach where the people lived, but was tired of shouting
back and forth.  "Get a map to their place, and I'll be inside in a couple
of minutes."

"Thanks, Mom!"  Zach turned from the window.  He raced down the stairs and
into his bedroom.  Without Zach's body heat beside him, Shaun had curled
his naked, uncovered body into a ball.

"Hey, sleepyhead ... time to wake up," Zach called, walking to Shaun's
side.  As he began to gently shake his new lover, a spark of static
electricity jumped from Zach's fingertips to Shaun's shoulder.  Quickly,
Zach pulled his hand away.  "Come on, get up, Shaun."

Unfolding, Shaun moaned and rolled onto his back, but didn't open his eyes.
Cradled among his pubic hairs, his going on five inches were hard as a
rock; and, suddenly, Zach was SO horny!  In four beats of his heart, Zach's
dick throbbed to attention.

`Fuck!' he thought, as his rock-hard penis bounced with each heartbeat, `I
sure wish we had a little more time!'  Though he sure didn't like the idea,
he supposed he could keep himself in check for an hour, or so.  With a
devious grin on his face, Zach flicked the base of Shaun's steely meat with
his index finger.

Though Shaun's equipment barely moved, he protectively covered it with his
hand.  "Wha ... what gives, anyway?"  Blinking his eyes, Shaun turned his
face toward Zach and stretched, before tiredly mumbling, "Hey, sexy."

"Hey, sexy, yourself!"  Zach chuckled, wishing, again, that they had more
time.  He leaned over and pecked Shaun on the lips.  "We gotta get dressed
and have breakfast right away, so we can go look at one of those bikes."
He glanced at Shaun's erect penis and gave the member a quick stroke or
two.  "I get to take care of this guy later!"


"Sure, Zach."  Yawning loud and long, Shaun swung his legs around, until he
was sitting on the edge of the mattress.  Still half asleep, he ran his
hand through his messed up, spiky hair, before glancing at the floor beside
the bed.  "Where are my shorts, anyway?"

He yawned again, causing Zach to laugh.

"Du-uh."  Zach shook his head, before pulling a cap over his thick curls.
"We undressed in the living room after your dad left ... remember?"

"Oh, yeah..." Smiling in a goofy way, Shaun slapped an open hand against
his head.  "I guess I'm not awake yet."

"Well, WAKE up then, `cause we gotta get moving!"  Grinning, Zach hurried
toward the door.  "Be right back."

In a flash, Zach darted from the room and found both Shaun's and his shorts
neatly folded over the arm of the recliner, where his mom had obviously
left them.  Nimbly, he stepped into his pair; after buttoning the waistband
and beginning to zip up, he headed back into the bedroom.  Shaun still
didn't look like he was wide-awake, as Zach tossed the olive cargos in his
direction, but he poked his tanned feet through the wide leg holes, anyway.
Standing, he pulled them up.  Since he hadn't unbuttoned the fly when he
took them off, Shaun just let them fall jauntily onto his prominent
hipbones.

While Zach entered the County Road 13 address into MapQuest, Shaun made a
quick detour into the bathroom ... to pee and splash some cold water onto
his face.  Moments later, he was right behind Zach, as both boys joined
Heidi in the kitchen.  Zach set his open laptop on the counter next to his
mom, showing her the map.

"`Morning, Mrs. Andersen."

"Good morning, Shaun."  Heidi glanced from the computer screen and smiled.
"Are you ready for some breakfast?"

"I guess."  Shaun chuckled softly, as he walked toward the kitchen counter.
"I'd rather still be sleeping, though."

Steeping a bag of blueberry flavored, green tea in a cup of steaming water,
Heidi laughed.  "I bet you would, Shaun."

Shaun poured himself a bowl of almond and raisin granola, doused it with
milk, and stood at the counter beside Zach.  Both boys began to quickly
fill their mouths with spoonfuls of cereal, and almost as soon as they
began, Zach said he was full.

"Come on, Shaun; let's brush our teeth, so we can get going."

"Zach, don't rush Shaun like that," Heidi scolded, shaking her head.  "Just
because you won't even take two minutes to eat, doesn't mean that Shaun
can't.  Those people will wait for you."

"Mo-om..."

Shaun wolfed down four or five more large bites, nearly emptying his bowl,
while Zach waited impatiently, shuffling from foot to foot.  Heidi thought
he was acting like a little kid on Christmas morning ... being forced to
wait until his slower-moving brother made it down to the tree ... before
his folks would let him start opening his presents.

She sure hoped he wouldn't be disappointed; a bike being sold for $50.00
couldn't be much.  But Heidi was proud of her son for the way he was
handling his birthday money.  Some boys would have immediately planned how
to spend every cent, but Zach was at least checking out his options before
parting with the money.  Anyway, moments later ... after rearranging the
cleaning supplies and lifting the back seat ... Mrs. Andersen and the two
half naked teens hopped in the car, and began traveling east on Highway 66.
The map directed them to a location outside the town of Firestone, and
moments later they pulled into the short driveway.  Mrs. Andersen turned
off the motor, as the three peered at the white over gray, 60's-era, ranch
style, frame house.  On the left side, it had a breezeway attached to a one
car garage.

"This must be the place, I guess," Heidi said, dropping the car keys into
her purse.

As the three were getting out of the car, the front door opened and a
grandmotherly-looking, white-haired woman stepped out.  Obviously, she had
been sitting near a window, watching for them to arrive.  She had a big
smile on her face.  "Hi, folks."  Firmly gripping a handrail, she carefully
stepped off the porch, before glancing from Zach to Shaun.  "So which one
of you boys is Zach?"

Walking toward the woman, Zach replied, "Um ... that'd be me."  He stepped
in front of the other two and did a double take at the elderly woman with
the kind-looking face.  He didn't know why he'd expected a guy in his
twenties or thirties to be selling the bicycle, but he had.  "Are you the
one with the bike for sale?"

"We sure are.  I just sent my husband to the garage to get it.  He'll bring
it out in a few minutes."  The woman smiled again.  "Are these your mom and
brother?"

Rolling his eyes in Shaun's direction, Zach laughed.  "You got the mom part
right, anyways.  This is my friend, Shaun."

"Hi, Shaun ... Mrs. Andersen; it's nice to meet both of you."  She extended
her hand, introducing herself, before making small talk with the new
arrivals.

A little while later, as the old woman was talking, the motor of the garage
door opener began to whine.  Everyone glanced in that direction and watched
the wooden door inch upward.  It seemed an eternity to Zach, before a
tottering, prune-faced old man slowly and carefully wheeled a black framed
bicycle from the garage.  After leaning it against the side of the house,
the man greeted Mrs. Andersen and the boys.  Everyone talked for a few
minutes, while Zach and his mom inspected the bicycle.  It had probably
been ridden hard, but Heidi noted, with approval, that the bike had quality
components.  It had also been equipped with several necessary accessories:
a tiny zippered pouch behind and beneath the worn saddle, a water bottle
cage, and a small tire pump.

Obviously, the bike had been washed recently, and maybe even waxed.  It
sparkled in the morning light.  They were told it had belonged to the
couple's grandson ... who, the old couple said, they had raised.  At age
19, he had enlisted in the military; and, a few years later, decided to
make the Navy his career.  The bike had been parked, unridden, in the
corner of the garage for nearly 20 years.  Since the old couple had
recently decided to move into a small apartment in an assisted living
facility, they were being forced to get rid of almost everything.

"Well, what do you think of it?" the man asked.

It wasn't new by any stretch.  It didn't have a suspension, like all modern
mountain bikes, and the top tube didn't angle down at the rear; but ... it
only cost $50.00, too.

"It's in a LOT better shape than I thought it would be," Heidi replied,
glancing at the `Ross' nameplate on the fork.  "I bet this was a nice bike
in its day."

"Our grandson sure had a lot of fun on it," the man confided.

Zach squeezed the front tire; it was checked with age and gave under the
pressure from his fingers.  "Is it okay if I ride it?"

"Sure, that's what bikes are for."  The old man laughed.  "But it needs new
tires and tubes.  I was afraid to put too much air in them, because it
looks like they've got dry rot pretty bad."

Zach and Shaun adjusted the height of the saddle, before Zach straddled the
bicycle.  The smallish frame fit him perfectly.  Shaun couldn't take his
eyes off Zach; in his mind, anyway, Zach's naked top half looked WAY hot in
the midmorning light.  Seconds later, Zach began a short ride up C.R.13,
figuring out how to shift gears.  After he got the hang of the thumb
shifters, they seemed to work okay.  With squeals of protest from the hard
rubber pads, he braked to a less than smooth stop.  He turned the bicycle
around, and had just begun to ride back up the drive toward the house, when
he hit a sharp piece of gravel and the front tire blew with a puff of dust.

"Fuck!" Zach loudly exclaimed.  The word flowed from the teen's lips as
naturally as breathing.

Immediately stopping the bike, Zach hopped off, ending his ride several
yards short of his destination.  Suddenly realizing what he had said in the
presence of adults, a sheepish look crossed his face.  "Um ... sorry I said
that.  It just came out."

As Shaun snickered, the old man smiled and shook his head.  "I was afraid
one of those tires might blow, Zach."

Questioningly, Zach glanced at his mom.  Obviously, he wanted the bike, but
it had to work, too.

She looked from her son to the old couple.  "How about $35.00 for the
bike?"

They dickered for a bit, and, in the end, they split the difference
... $42.50.  The old couple figured they wouldn't be able to sell it to any
of the other prospective purchasers for the full price, since it was
unridable; and, besides, they liked Zach a lot.  He reminded them of their
grandson when he was a young teen.

As the boys loaded the bicycle onto the rooftop carrier, Heidi paid the old
couple.  Everyone talked for a couple of minutes, before Heidi and the boys
climbed into the station wagon.  A few minutes later, they dropped the bike
off at a local bike shop for new tires, tubes and brake pads, as well as a
general tune-up.  If all went well ... and the bike didn't need unseen,
major repairs ... they would be able to come back later that day to pick it
up.  Best of all, not only would Zach have a serviceable bicycle, but he
would still have almost $200.00 of his birthday money left over!

As they were getting in the car, Shaun turned to Zach.  "Hey, maybe we can
go on a ride tomorrow morning."

"Yeah, that'd be WAY cool!" Zach agreed.

By the time they arrived back at the farm, the sunny morning was warming
nicely.

"What do you say we go for a swim?" Zach suggested, opening the back seat,
driver's side door.

"I say, YEAH!" Shaun laughed, getting out and slamming the passenger side
door closed behind him.  Without waiting for Zach to go first, Shaun
stripped out of his shorts.  His penis began to plump-up right away.

"I'll take care of those for you," Mrs. Andersen said, taking the cargos
from Shaun, as Zach undressed.  Zach handed her his shorts, as well.  "You
boys have fun, but be back in time for lunch."

"Thanks, Mom ... we will."  Zach turned to Shaun.  "Hey ... we ought to
blow up the raft and take it with us.  It's in the barn, I think."

As Mrs. Andersen headed into the house, the boys hurried to the barn.  The
dark red, one person, pool float was folded into a storage bag.  Zach found
it on the lowest in a bank of mostly filled shelves, pulled it out of its
bag, and began to unfold it.

"I didn't know you had one of these," Shaun said.

Zach shook his head.  "It takes forever to blow up, that's why I didn't get
it out before."  He found the small, clear valve, circled it with his lips,
and began to blow strongly into it.  After a minute or two of huffing and
puffing, the raft was just beginning to inflate.  "Okay, Shaun ... now it's
your turn."

Zach shoved the mass of vinyl toward Shaun.  He blew into it for a while,
trying his best to put more air into it, in less time, than Zach had.  The
competition went on for a few minutes, and no winner was declared ... but
the outcome was an inflated raft.  Shaun tucked it under his arm, as he and
Zach hurried toward the beaver pond.

The sun was shining brightly, reflecting off a few surface ripples.
Already the day promised to be a hot one, as Shaun tossed the pool raft
into the crystal clear water.  Both boys waded in, pushing the air mattress
toward the middle of the pond.

While loosely holding the raft against his chest, Zach said, "You can get
on it first, Shaun."  Amused, he watched Shaun try to climb aboard, as the
float skittered around.  Finally, Zach held onto it tighter; even then, the
mattress seemed to have a mind of its own.

Shaun had to try several times, before he was able to crawl on, belly down.
Carefully, he rolled onto his back and smiled in a sexy way at Zach.

Of course, Zach read sex into most everything about Shaun.  But, damn
... he could hardly believe how hot Shaun's wet, tanned body and shrunken,
limp cock looked in the morning Colorado sunlight!  Zach's dick, which had
been acting lazy, just floating in the cool water, began to firm-up.

Taking Shaun's penis into his left hand, Zach began to lightly trace the
fingers of his right over Shaun's nipples and slim chest, following them
with his tongue.  As Shaun's cock began to grow, Zach repeatedly poked his
tongue into his lover's belly button, causing him to squirm with delight
and thrash his hands in the water.

Shaun laughed, as goosebumps raised up on his boyish skin.  "Hey, that
tickles!"  He shivered all over, even with the warmth of the sun, but he
didn't tell Zach to stop.  More than anything, Shaun wanted to feel what
Zach was planning to do ... if he even HAD a plan.

Finally, Zach moved on, licking wetly down Shaun's flat belly and over his
still noticeable, but no longer quite so obvious, tan line.  He squeezed
Shaun's pulsating dick firmly, before pointing it skyward.  Shaun waited
expectantly, and their eyes met in a fleeting glance, before Zach lowered
his face to Shaun's groin.  Zach had a plan that morning ... one he had
been working on for over a week.  He sure hoped all those extra bananas
he'd had his mom buy recently would pay off!

His lips circled the steely pole; and, willing his tongue to relax ... the
way he'd practiced with the bananas ... he took Shaun to the hilt
... without gagging.

Shaun felt the tip of his cock touch the back of Zach's throat, as Zach
buried his nose in the crack between Shaun's upper thigh and wrinkled sack.
Zach pressed down even harder ... as if he were trying to swallow Shaun's
penis ... and began to suck with all his might.

"Oh, fuck, Zach!  Yeah, that feels so awesome!"  Shaun's body was suddenly
on pins and needles from the stimulation.

Zach didn't let up at all; he kept sucking.  And when he began to bob his
head a bit, banging Shaun's cock against the back of his throat, Shaun felt
his cum enter the base of his shaft.

***

I think I will end chapter 17 right here.

I have a few other stories on Nifty, in the Gay/Incest section:

You can always access them by clicking on the `Prolific Authors' tab and
scrolling down to my pen name, `PhotoGuy'.

"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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