Date: Fri, 12 Oct 2012 03:19:16 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Hottie ch 34

Mr. Hottie

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

The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty
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.

***

I want to thank those of you who emailed after the last chapter.  I'm glad
you enjoyed it!

***

Chapter 34

After familiarizing himself with the controls and adjusting the mirrors,
Liam started the Subaru.  Someone had plowed the parking lot earlier that
morning, but the street in front of the apartment complex ... not the one
the guys could see from their bedroom window ... hadn't been.  A few tire
tracks formed deep ruts in the snowy inches.  The news anchors on TV had
been right: large chunks of many of the deciduous trees had split away from
the main trunk.  A couple of them in the apartment complex parking lot had
even split and fallen on cars.  Other trees were so weighed down by the
heavy snow that they looked like very sad versions of the weeping willow.

Following Jeremy's instructions, Liam made it to Cherry Hill without major
incident.  All the main roadways had been plowed, though they were still
snowy.  Whether it was because of the Subaru's sure-footedness, or some
other reason, by the time they reached the school, Liam felt he was
starting to get the hang of winter driving.  He steered the car into the
freshly plowed parking lot and stopped right in front of the main entrance.

The sidewalks had been newly cleared, as well.

"I don't think you'll need to help me inside, Liam.  I'm finally starting
to get the hang of the crutches."  Jeremy leaned across the console and
gave Liam a quick peck.  "Take it slow, driving to work, though.  And be
safe!"  He smiled at his lover.

"You have a good day, too, Jem," Liam replied.  "I love you."

"I love you, too."

As Jeremy reached for the door handle, Liam kissed him, quite a bit more
passionately.

Shaun shook his head.  "Geez, you two ... knock it off in front of the
school, already!"  He opened the car door, climbing out with the crutches
in his hands.

Liam chuckled.  "He's right, Jem; sorry I got so carried away."

Shaun opened the door for his dad.

"I'm not," Jeremy laughed.  Though hardly anyone was around, he added, "Let
them watch!"  He gave Liam another smooch, before urging, "Be very careful
driving to work, Liam."

"Don't worry, Jem; I will."

Liam watched anxiously, while Shaun helped his dad out of the car and to
the front door of the school.  As Liam began to carefully drive off, Jeremy
turned and smiled at him, before entering the building.  The drive to
Boulder was slow, but uneventful, although Liam saw one car in the ditch
and two that had obviously spun into the wide median.  Those deserted cars
caused him to drive even more carefully.  Even so, he made it to work
before his boss and most of his coworkers arrived.  Jeremy had been right:
nearly all the other drivers slowed down for the snow, and everyone seemed
to be watching out for the other guy, and not just himself.  Liam thought
Jeremy had been right about something else, too: driving on the snow WAS
sort of fun.  Although, if Jeremy hadn't given him quite a few pointers,
and he'd wound up in an accident as a result of his incompetence, he knew
he would be feeling just the opposite.

Smiling, Liam placed the report in the center of his boss's desk, before
putting on a fresh pot of coffee.

***

Although the Carters were at school earlier than usual, Zach was still
waiting for Shaun in the cafeteria.  He had to apologize to Shaun, first
thing ... and no piddling snowfall was going to keep him from it!  Heck,
they measured snow in FEET in Leadville, not inches, anyway.  Of course,
Shaun accepted his apology.  He laughed, because Zach had been so worried
about being dumped; but, inside, he was glad that Zach cared enough to lose
sleep over having hurt him.  In no time, everything was back to normal
between the teens.

After the first bell of the morning, Mr. Carter's homeroom students trudged
into the classroom in groups of two or three.  Although nearly all of them
had been hoping for a snow day, only three teens didn't make it to class.
Jeremy thought that wasn't half bad, for the first major snow of the
season.  A few minutes earlier, Jeremy had asked Zach to place a chair next
to his desk.  He propped his foot on it, while he surveyed the classroom.

As the second bell was ringing, he smiled at the class.  "Good morning,
guys.  Sorry about no snow day ... but the administration didn't ask for my
opinion."

"We're just glad to have you back!" Cassandra Lopez, a wispy, dark-skinned
Latino, spoke up from the third row, right.

Zach had his own reasons, when he echoed, "That's for sure!"

And ... although most of the teens enjoyed being able to get away with
anything under the nearly deaf substitute ... several heads nodded along
with him.

Mr. Carter smiled again, from behind his desk.  "Thanks, everybody, but I'm
sure my substitute ... Mrs. Schmidt, wasn't it? ... did a fine job!"  He
glanced at both Shaun and Zach, as if daring them to contradict him.  "As
all of you know, I'd rather be in front of this desk when I teach.  But I
guess I'll be sitting behind it for a while ... doctor's orders."  He
nodded at the crutches, which were leaning against the wall behind him.
"In case some of you are wondering, I broke my foot last Thursday, in a
weird accident."  Very briefly, he described what had happened, and took a
couple of questions from the kids, before turning to the days'
announcements.

First period, and the rest of the first day back at school, was uneventful
for Jeremy.  In fact, except for another snowfall, nothing to speak of
happened during his first eight days back at school.  Though during that
time, he did get much more proficient using the crutches.

Both Jeremy and Liam took Thursday morning, October 27, off work, so Liam
could drive Jeremy to the 9:00 Orthopedist's appointment.  Again, several
inches of the white stuff had fallen the night before, but BOTH men took it
in stride this time.  Jeremy had been right; Liam actually enjoyed driving
on snow-covered roads ... in the Subaru, anyway.  The city of Longmont
plowed most of the main roads, but only used snow melting chemicals at
major intersections.  They relied on the warming power of the sun to do the
rest.  While this meant that drivers had to contend with snowy roads ... at
first, anyway ... they didn't have all the nasty, salty slop, which is so
common in some parts of the country.  And, because the high altitude sun
was intense, even in winter, it did a fine job of melting the snow from
most roads.

The Orthopedics and Sports Medicine department of the clinic, was composed
of six specialists and a large cadre of supporting staff.  They occupied a
suite of 15 to 20 rooms on the second floor of the modern, medical
building.  A new set of x-rays, taken during the appointment, showed the
bone was aligned perfectly, and the healing process had already begun.  The
doctor pressed gently on Jeremy's still swollen foot.

"Does this hurt?" he asked.

"Just a little dull pain," Jeremy replied.  The pain was nothing, compared
to how the foot had ached right after the accident.  "It hasn't been
hurting me, at all.  And I haven't been taking pain pills, since the first
couple of days."

The doctor, who looked to be very athletic and in his early thirties,
seemed to be very pleased with Jeremy's progress.

"I've been wearing the boot all the time ... except for when I shower,"
Jeremy commented, when the doctor had finished prodding.

The doctor stood and smiled.  "Well, Mr. Carter, I think you will be happy
to hear that you can take the boot off when you go to bed.  And ... unless
you just enjoy using them ... you can lose the crutches, too."

"That's the best news I've heard in a LONG time!"  Jeremy's face beamed.

The doctor spent several more minutes with the men, answering questions
from both of them.  When everyone was satisfied, the doctor told them to
make an appointment four weeks out.  He wouldn't need to see Jeremy before
then, unless he started experiencing unusual pain or swelling in the foot,
which might signal some problem.

Since four weeks out ... to the day ... would be Thanksgiving, Jeremy made
the appointment for Monday, November 28.

"I think we need to celebrate!" Liam declared, as the men took the
otherwise empty elevator to the first floor.

"You and me, both, Liam."  Jeremy's asshole winked open, excitedly, while
his dick began to swell.  The elevator doors opened and they stepped out.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

Liam smirked.  "Well, we've both got the rest of the morning off, don't
we?"

Jeremy nodded, as they crossed the small, deserted lobby.

Liam opened one of the front doors for Jeremy.  "Wait here under the
canopy, and I'll get the car."

Carrying the crutches, Liam hurried across the parking lot, sliding
gleefully ... like a young teenager ... on the slick patches.  Moments
later, he pulled the car up to the front door of the building, and Jeremy
got in.

"Man, I can't tell you how good it feels to be walking again, Liam ... even
if I am still wearing this boot!"

"Fuck, you don't need to tell me anything, Jem.  I can see it in your
face."  Leaning over, he kissed his lover.

"Home, James!"  Jeremy pointed forward, laughing.  "Let's not waste all
morning sitting in the parking lot!"

Though the clouds appeared to be thin, light snow began to fall again on
the short drive to the apartment complex.  Since the parking lot was nearly
empty of cars, because most of the adults were at work, Liam was able to
park right in front of the sidewalk which led to the stairs.  Leaving the
crutches in the car, both men hurried, as quickly as they could, to the
stairway.  Though he could now walk on both feet, Jeremy was still slow,
climbing the two flights of stairs, and Liam had already stripped out of
his clothes by the time he opened the apartment door.

Standing naked and erect, just inside the door, Liam held out his arms to
the man he loved.  He had the broadest smile on his face that Jeremy had
ever seen!

Forgetting his penchant to not cuss, Jeremy quickly closed the door behind
him.  "Fuckin' shit, Liam!  You look good enough to eat!"  He melted into
Liam's arms.

After the briefest of hugs, Liam tore the layers of winter garments from
Jeremy's torso, carelessly dropping them onto the floor in jumbled heaps
beside his own rumpled clothing.  Liam's fingers trembled over the bare
skin of Jeremy's athletic shoulders, before raking through the hair on his
chest and stomach.  Even after the months he and Jeremy had been together,
Liam still found it hard to believe that he had found the man of his
dreams.  In fact, Jeremy was much MORE than the man he dreamed about!  To
Liam's way of thinking, there wasn't another man on earth who could rival
Jeremy in the sexy looks department.  And there was so much more to Jeremy
than just the physical.

Kissing his lover, Liam fumbled with the button on the thirty-something's
jeans, before licking down the centerline of his chest.  Finally opening
the waistband of Jeremy's pants, Liam knelt and unzipped them, while
yanking down the pair of navy boxer briefs Jeremy had put on that morning.

When freed from its fabric dungeon, Jeremy's very erect penis bounced up.
Right away, wrapping his arms around Jeremy's butt, Liam captured the thick
rod between his lips.  Without a second thought, Liam swallowed Jeremy,
until his nose pressed tightly against his lover's pubes.  But it wasn't
enough.  He pulled Jeremy's midsection even closer, wanting every
millimeter of his cock.  If possible, Liam would have even taken the roots
of Jeremy's penis inside his esophagus, he wanted him so badly.

In the throes of intense passion, Jeremy moaned from deep within.  Many
times in the past, Liam had deep-throated him ... but it had never been
like this!

Pulling off and panting for breath, while saliva dripped from his open
mouth, Liam urgently directed Jeremy to the sofa.  As soon as Jeremy had
fallen onto the cushions, Liam swallowed him again.  Nine times, Liam took
Jeremy to the hilt, and Jeremy was about to cum from the stimulation
... both mental and physical ... before Liam reluctantly pulled off and
removed the boot from Jeremy's foot.  Being careful ... when everything
inside him said to hurry ... Liam pulled the clothes over Jeremy's feet.
Without saying a word, Jeremy slid down into the couch, until his ass
perched right on the front of the cushion.  He spread his legs wide.

He needed Liam inside him, almost as much as Liam needed to be there!

Liam eyed Jeremy's amazing pucker, as it winked open ... once, twice, and
then stayed that way ... a small dark hole leading to the molten core of
the man.  If Liam's face hadn't been filled with lust before, surely it was
then.  He spit into his hand, rubbing it and the copious precum over the
knob end of the massive gearshift between his legs.  Bending at the knees
and spreading his legs wide, Liam directed his poker toward its waiting
prize.

An amazing combination of pain and pleasure ... something Jeremy had sorely
missed for a couple of weeks ... flowed throughout his body, as Liam filled
him with his enormous dick.

"Oh, yeah!  Fuck me, man; fuck me!" Jeremy exclaimed, while Liam pulled his
dick out and thrust it in again.

Those few words of encouragement were just what Liam wanted, and needed, to
hear.  Forgetting about Jeremy's broken foot, for the moment, Liam began to
pound his lover's ass, like he never had before.  If it were possible, he
had missed this special closeness with Jeremy, even more than Jeremy did!
Clasping his fingers behind his head of longer than normal brown hair
... he needed a haircut ... Liam arched his back, putting his abdominal
muscles on display.

`This magnificent specimen of a man loves me!' Jeremy thought, almost
unbelieving.  Any pain he had felt disappeared almost immediately, as he
gave himself completely to his lover.  After several minutes of watching
Liam rut, uncontrollably, Jeremy stretched out his hands and began to feel
the taut muscles of Liam's hard belly.

Jeremy's touch was what did it.

Liam had been right on the edge of cumming, almost from the beginning of
their coupling; but most of the time, he had learned just how many
pleasurable sensations he could stand, before he fell over the edge and
into an orgasm.  He had been holding himself as close to that point as he
could, but he hadn't counted on Jeremy's fingers probing his abdomen.

"Fuckin' shit, Jem ... I'm nutting!"

Liam wouldn't have had to say anything; Jeremy felt his lover's massive,
hard cock swell even further, as he began to shoot.  Jeremy thought he felt
it jerk eight times ... once for each spurt of Liam's potent semen.  Using
his talented ass sphincter muscle, Jeremy tried to coax more from his man,
but with no luck.  Liam's climax had been mind bending ... one of those a
guy can feel throughout his whole body ... and he needed a few minutes to
recharge.

Leaning forward, Liam's lips sought out Jeremy's, and they kissed
passionately ... VERY passionately, with lots of tongue action.  Throughout
it all, Liam's cock remained hard inside the man he loved; and he was more
than ready, when the time was right to start pumping again.  This time,
however, neither man was in a hurry to cum, though they did have to rush
around afterwards, to get Jeremy to school on time.

***

October turned out to be a very snowy month, and early November wasn't much
different.  On the first Friday of the month, Mr. Carter called his
homeroom class to order by cracking a couple of jokes.  He perched himself
on the front of his desk ... something he had returned to doing, since
getting rid of the crutches ... and opened his laptop.

"It looks like we've got three important announcements this morning."
Often, he skimmed through the announcements, in advance; but on that
morning, they would be news to him when he read them to the students.

"`Tomorrow, for the first time ever, our Cherry Hill Marching Band will
be in the CU marching festival.  The field competition begins at 11:00 on
Folsom Field.  Show your student I.D.'s and you can get in for only a
dollar.  The band would like to have a large cheering section, and hopes
that a lot of Cherry Hill students will attend!'"

Glancing up from his laptop, Jeremy cleared his throat.  From the
disinterested looks on the faces of most of the class, not many of them
would be cheering on the marching band.

"The second announcement is about Daylight Saving Time: it ends this
Sunday, so be sure to set your clocks BACK one hour, or you will be waiting
at the bus stop for a LONG time on Monday morning."

Jeremy smiled.

"This next announcement's going to affect all of you, too.  `On Monday,
Tuesday, and Wednesday of next week, underclassman and faculty yearbook
photos will be taken in Room 124.  Freshmen and Faculty on Monday;
Sophomores on Tuesday; and Juniors on Wednesday.  Please dress
appropriately!  Faculty, you will only need to have new photos made if you
want to replace your current one.'"

Jeremy hurried through the line about faculty photos, as a few moans went
up from the class.

"`This year ... um ... J bar A Photography will be taking the pictures
for us.'"

Jeremy did a double-take, and immediately glanced at both Shaun and Zach.
From the expressions on their faces, both of them were as incredulous as he
was!  The rest of the class gave a collective yawn.

"Guys, your yearbook photos will be with you for the rest of your lives, so
you'd better take this seriously!  Anyway, from what I've heard, J bar A
Photography does a topnotch job.  A lot better than that company we used
last year."

Zach had the biggest smirk on his face that anyone could imagine.
Spreading his legs wider, he fingered his hard dick through the fabric of
his jeans.

Trying his best not to notice, Jeremy added, "I know that a lot of Seniors
swear by them."

Zach leaned across the aisle and whispered something to Shaun, causing both
boys to snigger.

Jeremy gave them a stern glance, but left it at that.  Looking down at his
laptop again, he continued, "This announcement also says there will be no
charge to any student, unless he or she wants to order prints.  Apparently,
the district has negotiated a package deal with the studio ... if you want
a set of prints ... and you will be given that pricing after your photo
session."

"How do we know when we're supposed to have our pics taken, anyways?" a
girl from the next to back row asked.

Jeremy smiled.  "I was just about to get to that.  Everybody, write this
down."  He gave the teens a moment to get pencil and paper.  "The
announcement says, `First period, A-D; second period, E-J; third period
H-M; fourth period, N-R; fifth period, S-V; and last period, W-Z.  Students
are expected to return to class as soon as their photos are taken.'"  The
announcement also told faculty that they would have their photos made after
school was dismissed on Monday, but Jeremy doubted if any of the students
cared about that part.

The rest of the day seemed to drag by for Jeremy.  Although, most of the
time, he had taken to riding back and forth to school with a fellow
teacher, Liam would be picking him up on that Friday.  The boys were
spending the night on the farm, and the men were planning to go out to
dinner, and maybe see a movie.  Jeremy could hardly wait to tell Liam the
news about the yearbook photos!  Even though it had only been a couple of
years, since he last updated his yearbook photo, Jeremy was going to have a
new one made.  He wondered, excitedly, who the studio would send as the
photographer.

***

I think I will end this chapter with those words.  I hope you enjoyed
reading it and that you have a great week!

Greg

***

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

If you would like to join the Yahoo! Group for my stories, you can do that
here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ill_suck_you/join