Date: Fri, 27 Jan 2012 02:29:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mr. Hottie ch 4

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.

***

First off, I want to thank everybody who is reading Mr. Hottie.  Special
thanks goes to those of you who have taken a minute to send me an email to
let me know you enjoy it.  This past week, a couple of you mentioned that
the story was sure taking a while to get around to the action!  If you keep
reading, I don't think you will be disappointed, though.......... lol

Anyway, I hope you enjoy chapter four!

***

Chapter 4

Not quite sure how to express what he was thinking, Shaun tried anyway.
"It's just ... um..."  He had to force himself not to stare at Zach's
tanned groin.

The boy's uncut, limp manhood hung around six inches long ... about what
Shaun had expected, but it was quite a bit thinner than he'd imagined.  It
was the same amazing, golden tan color as the rest of his athletic body.
That wasn't what held his gaze, however.

Wondering why Shaun had suddenly acted so weird, Zach asked, "Are you gonna
shower, or what?" He pulled a plastic soap box and a thin, navy and white
striped bath towel from his gym bag.

Looking up, while slowly toeing off his shoes, Shaun replied, "Um, shower,
I guess.  But..."

"Then you better strip out of those shorts right now," Zach laughed
impatiently, "or we'll be late for third period."

"It's just..."  Shaun gulped, before finally mustering up the courage to
speak his mind.  "What happened to your pubes, anyway?"

"So that's what you've been staring at forever," Zach answered, with
another smile.

"Um, yeah, I guess," Shaun admitted, blushing slightly.

Zach glanced around, before divulging in a low voice, "A couple of years
ago, they started to grow in `allburn'."

It was obvious from the look on Shaun's face that he didn't understand.

Not realizing he had mispronounced the word, Zach clarified himself. "You
know, that shitty red color."  As if auburn pubes were the worst possible
thing that could have happened to him, he shook his head and spoke a little
louder.  "There was no fuckin' way I was gonna have the other guys make
jokes about them."

Shaun slowly shook his head in agreement.  "But ... your hair is blonde."

Zach nodded.  "Yeah, I know; I sure didn't understand it."  After a brief
pause, he added, "A part of me didn't want to shave them, but I didn't have
any choice."

`Wow!' Shaun thought, still shaking his head.

He was honored that Zach had taken him into his confidence, and supposed he
could almost understand how Zach had felt: a guy in the changing room at
the beach last summer had been the brunt of cruel jokes, because he had red
hair.

But still, his pubes...

Shaun was so proud of the tiny clump of hairs above his own dick ... maybe
because he had waited so long for them to come in ... that he didn't think
he could ever shave them off, no matter what color they were!

"But you know something?"  Zach seemed to read Shaun's thoughts.  "I'm glad
I shaved them off, `cause now I really like it all smooth down there."

Though he didn't say it, Shaun had to agree that Zach's tanned, smooth skin
was way hot!

Zach was all eyes, as he watched Shaun hesitate, before slowly pulling down
his shorts and jockstrap.  When Shaun bent over, to step out of them, he
mooned Zach with his creamy butt cheeks.

`Yeah, I'm gay all right,' Zach laughed to himself, as if he'd ever had any
doubts.  It was all he could do, to keep his hand from reaching over and
feeling-up Shaun's smooth skin.

While they had been in the jock, Shaun's balls ... not as big as Zach's to
begin with ... had pulled up tight to his body.  Although his cock had
plumped-up some, from being near Zach's sexy, naked body, it was still
small when compared to the more developed boy.  Afraid Zach might joke
about his tiny package, Shaun remained bent over for as long as he could.

Finally, though, realizing he had no choice but to give Zach a peek at his
equipment, Shaun stated the obvious.  "I sure wish my dick was big, like
yours."

Though it had been almost two years since his cock was as small as Shaun's,
Zach lied, "Hey ... not long ago, mine was your size."

Shaun smiled.  "Really?"

Zach nodded `yes'.  Proudly grasping the base of his flaccid penis, he
quickly flipped the hose up and down a few times, giving himself a semi and
Shaun a full-blown erection.

Shaun seemed embarrassed by the way his body had betrayed him, as he pulled
soap and a towel from his duffel bag, but Zach noted his friend's hard-on
with approval.  When limp, Shaun's almost little-boy package had fit his
slight body perfectly.  Hard, it was like `wow!', the way his four-inch
cock pointed straight up, slit toward the ceiling.  With each powerful
throb, as it strained to grow further, Zach seemed to hear it crying out,
`I wanna be taller; fuck, I'm trying my best, and before long, I'm gonna be
so much taller!'

Unconsciously, he licked his lips.

Zach had already guessed that Shaun must be a late bloomer, because his
voice was still boyishly high.  But, if he took after his dad ... and Zach
was right about the size of Mr. Carter's package ... in a few months, both
Shaun and his dick would get their wish.  Long and thick, it would probably
put all the guys in the locker room, Zach included, to shame.

"Come on," Zach urged Shaun again, "or we're gonna be so fuckin' late."

To hide his erection, Shaun wrapped the towel around his waist, grabbed his
soap, and followed Zach toward the showers.  Most of the boys had already
showered and were beginning to dress.  But, in the steamy air just outside
of the shower room, a few older ones were goofing around, snapping towels
at each other.  Dodging them, Zach and Shaun quickly hung their towels on a
couple of empty hooks, before joining three or four guys who were still
showering.

Zach turned the water-spotted, chrome handle beneath an open shower head,
and warm water forcefully sprayed down on the two.  Though Shaun badly
needed to jack off, he'd never do anything like that in public.  They were
running way late, anyway.  Both boys showered quickly; and, moments later,
after they'd dried off some and as the first bell was ringing, Zach pulled
his cargos over his naked ass.

Shaun boldly commented, "So ... no underwear today, huh?"

"Not just today."  Zach laughed, carefully zipping his fly, before lithely
pulling his T-shirt over his head of damp hair.  "I don't believe in
wearing anything you can't see.  Never have..."

Shaun thought going without underwear sounded really sexy, but he'd never
tried it.  "I wish I could be more like you, Zach," he stated, while
stepping into his battered Nikes.

Zach smirked.  "Yeah, I bet!"

He'd never been friends with a shy kid before.  And, though it was
sometimes weird how Shaun reacted to things, the more Zach got to know him,
the more he liked him.  Something about Shaun ... something he couldn't
quite put his finger on ... intrigued Zach, and he wanted to get to know
him better.

"Fuck, we'd better get a move on," Zach said, as the locker room filled
with guys from the next class.

The two boys grabbed hold of their gym bags and hurried from the room.  For
the rest of the day, Shaun smiled a lot more than usual.  Most of the time,
he'd been clumsy and slow in the locker room, fumbling around for the right
words to say to Zach.  And, to make things worse, he'd had an erection
right in front of him.  He'd given Zach every opportunity to laugh at him,
but he hadn't.  Though Shaun had doubted it would happen, he was beginning
to believe that maybe Zach really was becoming his friend.

***

Although most of the students at Cherry Hill hadn't been ready for the
school year to begin, by the time August folded into September, just about
all of them had settled into the routine.  It didn't take long for the
initial excitement of the iPad experiment to wear off.  The school
district's IT people had done a thorough job of programming out
`objectionable' web sites.  Even the App Store had been disabled, so the
kids couldn't download games to their tablets.  While some of the geeks
made it their mission to find a way around the restrictions, most of the
students were just glad they didn't have to lug around backpacks full of
heavy textbooks.

As expected, most of the old cliques from middle school had followed the
freshmen to high school, but over the first couple weeks of classes, some
old friendships were broken and new ones made.

Shaun had been right; he and Zach became best friends.

By September 1, Mr. Carter had memorized the names and faces of all his
homeroom pupils.  They had been a reasonably good class, so far, and true
to his word, he told them they could sit where they pleased when school
resumed on Tuesday, after the long Labor Day weekend.  Though Jeremy had
been wary of Zach at first, over the first couple of weeks of school, as he
got to know Zach a little better, he actually began to like the kid.  He
was an okay student; always attentive in class ... though maybe that was
because he was sitting on the front row.  Mr. Carter guessed he'd find out
whether or not that was the reason before too much longer.  He was sure
Zach would move further back in the classroom, as soon as he was given the
chance.

He'd been so afraid that Zach would be a bad influence on Shaun, if the two
became friends, but that hadn't happened.  In fact, one of the main reasons
he liked Zach, was because he had been good for Shaun.  After the last bell
of the day, the two boys generally always met up in Mr. Carter's classroom
to study, while the teacher finished his work.

After school on the first Friday in September, as Shaun and Zach walked
into his classroom, carrying their skateboards, Mr. Carter looked up and
smiled.  "Zach, will your family be doing anything special for Labor Day?"

"Um, I don't know."  Zach shrugged his shoulders, as he slipped into his
desk, spreading his legs wide, the way he always did.  "Anyways, it's just
me and my mom."

"He lives on a farm," Shaun enviously added.

"Is that so?"  Mr. Carter answered, in the way teachers do when they want
more information from their students.

Zach laughed.  "Yeah, I guess; but we don't have any animals, though."

"He's got a dog, at least," Shaun told his dad, in an accusing voice.  He
had been asking for a dog for as long as he could remember.

"Shaun, you know how I feel about dogs and apartments," Mr. Carter said.

"Hey, it's just a mutt."  Zach tried to smooth things over.  "He used to
belong to my grandma."  Quickly, he changed the subject.  "What are you
guys gonna be doing over the weekend?"

"Well, I heard they're having a bike ride through Longmont later tonight."
Mr. Carter glanced toward his son, not sure if Shaun would even be
interested in it.  "I bet it would be fun..."

"That does sound like fun," Zach answered for Shaun.  His mind was churning
with the possibilities.  "Can anybody ride in it?"

"I think it costs 10 or 15 bucks," Mr. Carter replied, `but, yes
... usually, the more people the more fun, when it comes to something like
that."

"Awesome!" Zach exclaimed in an animated voice.  Never bashful, he asked,
"Um ... could I ride with you guys?"

"Hey, afterwards, maybe Zach could spend the night," Shaun suggested,
suddenly excited himself.

Mr. Carter smiled, but held up his hands.  "Let's not put the cart before
the horse."

His mind was full of cliches and old sayings, like that one: `the apple
doesn't fall far from the tree'; `it's like the pot calling the kettle
black'; `as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room of rocking chairs'; and
many, many more.  Sometimes, Shaun had been embarrassed, when his dad
pulled them out and used them in front of his old friend, Joshua.  But Zach
hadn't seemed to mind just then.

"Zach, if Shaun wants to go...,"

Shaun nodded his head that he did.

"...I'd be really happy to have you ride with us."  He paused for a second.
"And it's fine with me if you bunk in with Shaun tonight."  Everything
seemed to be all set, until Mr. Carter added a phrase every kid hates to
hear.  "If it's okay with your mom, that is."

"I know it'll be all right with her," Zach assured Mr. Carter.

"Hmmm, seems like I've heard that one before."  Mr. Carter glanced at his
son for a long moment, before smiling.  "I might have even tried using that
line once or twice on my parents," he revealed, which was news to Shaun.
The teacher picked up the receiver from the phone on his desk and punched
one of the buttons on the base.  "Why don't you give her a call, right now,
and find out for sure?"

Zach wasn't at all certain that his mom would approve of their last minute
plans, and he hesitated a moment. Realizing he didn't have a choice,
however, he slipped out of his desk and took the offered handset.  Steeling
his resolve, he looked up her number on his cell phone.  Zach knew what he
wanted; and he was going to do his best to get it!

His cock began to throb to attention.

Determined, after quickly punching in his mom's phone number, Zach shifted
all of his weight onto his right foot.  Pocketing his mobile, he leaned
against the desk, bringing himself as close to Mr. Carter as he had ever
been.  He had to force himself not to stare at the man.

One ring ... two ... four ... eight.

All the excitement left Zach's face, and his dick began to wilt.  "Um ... I
don't know why, but she doesn't answer her cell phone."  He sighed
dejectedly.  Though he thought she was usually home by mid-afternoon, his
mom had a job cleaning houses, and he knew she sometimes worked odd hours.
Still, she ought to answer her phone.  Damn...

The phone continued to ring, as Zach shuffled from foot to foot.

"Hello," an out-of-breath voice finally answered.

"Hey, Mom!" Zach replied, smiling towards Shaun.

"Zach!  Sorry, honey ... when I heard the phone ringing, I was outside in
the garden, and the phone was upstairs, in my purse."  Checking the clock,
she was suddenly worried.  Zach never called home right after school.  "Is
everything okay?  Where are you?"

"Still at school," Zach laughed, "and I'm fine.  I'm here with Shaun and
his dad, in Mr. Carters classroom."  He told her about the nighttime bike
ride, and the offer to spend the night with the Carters.  Heidi had lots of
questions.  Finally, Zach held out the handset to the teacher.  "She wants
to talk to you."

As Zach and Shaun whispered among themselves, they watched one side of the
conversation between the adults.  It seemed that Mrs. Andersen also had
quite a few questions for the teacher, but, in the end, gave her
permission.

Both boys were overjoyed!

"Why don't Shaun and I pick you up a little before 5:30?" Mr. Carter asked,
closing the school laptop and slipping it into his backpack.  He glanced at
his son.  "Do you know where Zach lives, Shaun?"

"Sorta, but not exactly," Shaun answered, causing Mr. Carter to smile.

Standing, he said, "Well, son, we'll need to know for sure."

Zach quickly gave them his home address.  "It's just on the other side of
McIntosh Lake."

"No way," Shaun laughed.  "I bet you can see our apartment building from
your house then."

"You mean ... you live over there?"  Zach nodded his head in the general
direction of the apartment complex.

Both boys were surprised they lived so close to each other ... at least, as
the crow flies.

Laughing and talking among themselves, the three walked through the front
doors of Cherry Hill High.  Half a dozen band members with trumpets were
clustered nearby.  They played a handful of notes over and over, trying to
get them right for the halftime program at the game that night.  Mr. Carter
and the boys ignored them.  As the teacher stopped at the bike rack, Zach
stepped onto his skateboard, followed closely by Shaun.

"We're gonna head to the Rec. Center for a little while," Shaun informed
his dad.

Kicking the ground a couple of times and rolling away, before turning to
face the others, Zach laughed.  "Yeah, this dork needs a LOT of practice."
As Shaun gave him the finger, Zach called out, "See you in a few, Mr. Hhh
... um Mr. C."

`So now it's Mr. C,' the teacher thought, chuckling to himself.  `Well, I
guess there's nothing wrong with Zach calling me that outside the
classroom.'

"I'll be home in an hour or so," Shaun stated, following his friend.

Glancing at his watch, Mr. Carter replied, "Sounds good, but don't be
late."

"I won't," Shaun called over his shoulder.

As they rolled away, Jeremy shook his head, while watching the banter
between the boys.  Sometimes, he still wondered why or how the two had
become friends.  Zach, the boy with the perpetual hard-on ... yes, after
that day in class, he hadn't been able to not notice ... seemed so
physically developed for his age, while Shaun's body was just beginning to
mature.  It was still more like that of a little boy.  They just didn't
seem ... to him, anyway ... like a couple of guys who would have become
friends.  But you just couldn't tell about friendships, he guessed.  In the
short time they had known each other, Zach seemed to have gotten Shaun to
loosen up some, when he was away from the familiar surroundings of home,
and that was nothing short of amazing!  As a parent, he was really glad to
have a chance to spend some time with Zach, outside of the classroom ... to
get to know him better.

Throwing a leg over the saddle, he mounted his bike, and, while slowly
riding through the parking lot, Jeremy reflected on his own life as a teen.
He wished he'd been lucky enough to have had a friend like Zach back then.
Lost in his thoughts of teen-aged boys, he pedaled the short distance to
Lakeshore Drive.  He had to watch for traffic, before crossing 17th Avenue.
Forced out of his reverie, he realized that his cock was hard.  It
sometimes got that way when he rode, because of how the saddle pressed
against the roots of his penis ... usually not from riding the short
distance to and from school, though.  Something had sure made him horny
that afternoon!

Smiling to himself, as he crossed the street, Jeremy decided to take a
shortcut through the park surrounding McIntosh Lake.  While steering the
bike from the street onto the paved trail, he noticed a couple of good
looking, college-aged guys in swim suits, lying side-by-side in the thick,
green grass near the edge of the lake.  Obviously, they had been
windsurfing, and their boards had been pulled ashore nearby. Without
warning, or so it seemed to Jeremy, the shorter guy rolled on top of his
friend and they kissed.  Suddenly, the teacher was hornier than ever; all
he could think about was cumming.  Stealing a final glance at the couple,
he pedaled faster.  If he hurried home, he ought to have the better part of
an hour alone on the computer.

As if possessed ... and maybe he was ... Jeremy rode like the wind to his
apartment complex, locked his bike, and unclipped his helmet.  He ran up
the stairs, taking two or three at a time, while unbuttoning his shirt.  As
soon as the outside door was closed behind him, he slipped off both his
backpack and shirt.  Dropping them and the helmet in the general direction
of a nearby chair, he quickly mounted the stairs to the loft.  The family
computer was up there, overlooking the living room.  Stripping out of his
socks, shoes, jeans, and underwear, he powered up the desktop.  And, by the
time he was naked, had grabbed a bottle of aloe vera gel and a roll of
paper towels from the back of a drawer, and settled into the desk chair,
the computer screen was alive.  He quickly entered the password, but
because he was so horny, he got it wrong.  Slowing down, he tried again.

Jeremy ... never a great computer wiz ... kept a stash of porn, both
straight and gay, on the computer.  He had buried it deep in several
sub-menus, so Shaun wouldn't stumble across it.  With trembling fingers, he
clicked through the windows until he came to it.  Pre-cum oozed from the
slit of his throbbing, angry-looking cock head, and flowed down the thick
shaft, as he spread his athletic legs wide.  He opened a folder of photos
and began to click through them.  Fuck, the two guys on screen reminded him
of the couple at the lake: one had blonde hair, while the other's was short
and brown.  After finding a particularly hot photo, he released the mouse.

Jeremy's body had always been super-sensitive to touch.  As a kid, he'd
hated being ticklish, but as an adult, he had grown to appreciate it.  He
now looked at it as a special gift.  While jacking with his left hand,
Jeremy sensually ran the fingers of his right through his pubes and belly
hair.  As he stared at the photo of the guys joined bodies, he imagined the
couple he'd just seen at the lake was making love out in public.

Cum entered the base of his shaft.

"Oh, shit!" he cried out, surprised.  Man, he HAD been horny!  He couldn't
remember the last time he had cum so quickly.  He clamped down with his
pubic muscles, but it was too late to stop what his body had already begun.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" he exclaimed, as the first spurt powerfully
erupted from his penis, landing on his right shoulder.

Five more hard shots followed, and then a few dribbles oozed out.

Normally, right after cumming, Jeremy's sex drive dropped to almost
nothing; but not that afternoon.  His cock was still rock-hard, and
obviously eager for more action.  So, after cleaning-up with a couple of
paper towels, he decided to check out a long story he was reading on Nifty.
While he could take or leave a lot of the stuff on the archive, this one
had hooked him right away.

He squirted a bit of the green gel onto his cock head and settled back.

***

I think I will end the chapter right here lol.  I hope everyone is enjoying
it so far.  Why not send me an email and tell me what you think of it?
fotogme11@yahoo.com

I hope all of you have a great week!

Greg

***

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

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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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