Date: Fri, 9 May 2008 00:35:39 -0700 (PDT) From: Greg Subject: I've Got the Best Family ch 32 I've Got the Best Family By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com) Proofreader and Story Consultant: Steve The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior permission from the author. This fictional story involves gay sex between family members and their friends, and it is written solely for the reading enjoyment of people who aren't offended by material of this type! If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now. *** Guys, The process of creating a story is time-consuming ... but it's also been very rewarding to me. Over the months I've been writing, I've grown to consider all of these guys my extended family. They've gotten to do so much stuff between themselves ... and really, the story is only beginning. I plan to tell you lots more about the fun life of this family; and I hope you'll keep reading about it. *** Chapter Thirty-Two Chris narrates this chapter. Even though Tina had claimed she didn't understand why guys liked new cars or trucks so much ... or especially why WE needed one so badly ... Tyler, Ben and I did our best to change her mind. And by the end of our first drive together in the new Tacoma, I think Tyler's mom was beginning to see things our way. All four of us seemed to have fun on the drive north, and after describing the many uses for another pickup around the ranch, Tina acknowledged that just maybe this truck would come in handy. On the way back to the ranch, Ben commented, "Well, Tyler and Chris, before you guys got the truck, I was planning to ask if both of you wanted to go on a nature photography trip with me this weekend. I've been itching to get out in the mountains with my camera ... and this'll be the first opportunity I've had." "Sure, Ben," I responded right away, before adding, "If Tyler wants to go, that is." Tyler seemed to be weighing the benefits of such a trip to the fun of driving the new Tacoma over the weekend. Gripping the steering wheel tightly for a moment, he glanced in the rearview mirror, first at me and then towards his dad. "That sounds like fun, Dad!" Tyler finally declared, tapping the fingers of his left hand on the leather-wrapped wheel. "Where were you planning to go, anyway? I could always drive us there." Ben shook his head and laughed. "Son, there's so much beautiful country around here. I bet I could spend years just shooting the J bar A," Ben stated with a big smile, obviously happy with Tyler's decision. "After I saw Ryan's shots of that old ranch site, I think I'd like to head off in that direction. I've been doing a little checking, and there's a National Forest is right next to it." "Yeah," Tyler commented. "When Luke and I were riding fence, we went right by the old place." Ben nodded. "What do you say, Chris?" Ben asked. "Does that sound like fun to you?" "It'll be fun to take pictures and camp out again," I replied with a smile. Then, remembering something Luke had told us, I laughed. "Are we gonna hike out there, and try to get a shot of the ghost who's supposed to haunt the old ranch house?" "Well, we could hike, if that's what you guys would like to do; and I guess the two of you can stay up all night waiting for the ghost to put in an appearance, if you want to," Ben laughed. "But actually, I was thinking of riding horses out there and then taking a horse trail up into the foothills." "What about you, Mom?" Tyler questioned with a grin towards the passenger seat. "Are you coming along, too?" "Your dad's been trying to talk me into it!" Tina laughed, shaking her head. "But I think I'll leave the camping and outdoor photography to you menfolk!" By the time we rounded the last bend, before reaching the buildings of the ranch compound, we had decided to take Ben's four-man tent with us, instead of sleeping out under the stars. Ben wanted to get away as early as possible tomorrow morning ... after Tyler had taken the guys to football practice ... and we planned to be home by Monday morning. I thought that should work out really well, since Dad would be closing on the studio sale Monday morning. I was sure he'd leave for Colorado right away, and he ought to be out here by noon on Tuesday, at the very latest. Wow ... we'd FINALLY all be together, like it was supposed to be! No sooner had we gotten back to the ranch, than a medium-sized delivery truck pulled up with fifteen large cartons for us. "Tim must have sent these," Ben stated, glancing over the paperwork and signing the bottom of it for the truck driver. Kaiden and Ryan came out of the house, to see what was going on; and they rode the hydraulic lift up and tried to help the truck driver unload our boxes. The rest of us located handcarts in one of the barns, and wheeled the cartons into the same shed where the Wilson's extra furniture was stored. Of course, Kaiden and I had already shipped most of our stuff out here to the ranch; and Dad had said he planned to sell the furniture with the studio. But it was still sort of a weird thought. All that remained of our lives in Missouri was boxed-up in these fifteen cartons ... except for our memories, of course. After lunch, Tyler walked up to me with a lewd smile on his sexy face. "Come on, Chris," he laughed. "Let's go for a drive, and get the Tacoma broken in ... the RIGHT way!" Josh was in his office, and Tyler called in through the open door, "Chris and I are gonna take the Tacoma out for a spin this afternoon." "Have fun!" Josh declared, looking up from his desk. Then he added with a smile, "And don't do anything I wouldn't do." Both Tyler and I just laughed back, because there didn't seem to be much that Josh hadn't tried. After running downstairs to get a couple of sleeping bags ... and tossing them in the bed ... the two of us climbed into our new pickup. We drove around for a while with no destination in mind, and when Tyler came to a stream next to the highway, with a grove of trees surrounding it, my boyfriend pulled off the road, engaging the four-wheel drive. He drove a little ways, until we couldn't see the highway or the traffic driving over it, before turning off the engine under a large Cottonwood tree. On some other day, I'm sure both of us would have had fun four wheeling farther ... but not today! With a look of pure lust on his sexy face, my lover unfastened his seatbelt, sliding across the seat until he was right next to me. And as I tangled my fingers in Tyler's thick, dark brown hair, we kissed, and we kissed, and we kissed! Tyler hadn't shaved in several days, and his teenage beard was a little scratchy. But the look of the sparse whiskers on his cheeks ... and especially on his chin and just above it had my cock throbbing in no time! I got to try out some of the techniques Robert had taught me when we had our night together. And Tyler moaned his approval as I nibbled at his lower lip, pulling it away from his handsome face. Lifting my t-shirt, Tyler ran his talented fingers over the muscles of my chest, before tugging my shirt over my head and tossing it aside. Moments later we were both bare-chested, as I lowered my face to Tyler's left nip, biting it gently while I pulled it away from his hard torso. "Mmmm, yeah, Chris," Tyler cooed approvingly. I licked wetly across my boyfriend's chest to his right breast, giving it the same, loving treatment, before firmly pressing him down onto the seat. With our faces near the steering wheel, we kissed again. It seemed like neither of us could get enough of the other on that August afternoon. "I have to be inside you ... right now!" I exclaimed, fumbling with the button of Tyler's shorts. "And that's where I want you, Chris," Tyler answered huskily. "But let's do it right, for the first time in our pickup." As I pulled off my lover's flip-flops, shorts and underwear, Tyler suggested, "Let's do it in the pickup bed ... on the sleeping bags we brought ... that way, we'll have more room, and we can really enjoy it." "Sure," I replied, pulling down my shorts. After freeing my throbbing cock from the confines of my boxers, it popped up tight against my abs. "But let's hurry; my dick NEEDS to be up your ass, and it's not in any mood to wait!" Naked, we hurriedly got out of the pickup and spread the sleeping bags across the bed liner. And after lowering the tailgate, we climbed up, onto the lofty bags. Tyler had me lie on my back; and after spitting on my cock several times, he lowered his quivering ass onto my eager pole. I impaled my lover fully, and when Tyler was comfortable with my rock-hard dick up inside him, he rolled us over so I was on top. I was sort of on my hands and knees around my brother, and Tyler's manly, bent legs stuck up on either side of me, between my stomach and thighs. Lovingly, I stroked my hands over the dark, silky hairs that covered Tyler's lower legs; and Tyler pressed against my ass with his heels, as he tightly folded his arms around my neck and back. After I leaned forward, we kissed passionately, before I tucked my hands under Tyler's shoulder blades, hugging him tightly. We held that position for a blissful eternity; neither one of us seemed to want to let go of the other. "Fuck, I love you, Chris!" Tyler finally exclaimed. I smiled broadly at my lover, before lightly kissing the tip of his perfect nose. My life had changed SO much this summer, and I couldn't even imagine what it would have been like without Tyler in it. Today, I think back on all that had to happen perfectly for us to have even met, and I'm in total awe! Finally, we broke our embrace and I sat up, kneeling before the man whose ass I loved like no one else's. He was still impaled on my pulsating cock, and I began to fuck my brother hard ... making love to him, like there was no tomorrow. Tyler was staring up at my face; and I guess he was reading every emotion it conveyed. "Yeah, Chris. Cum hard inside me. Fill me with your man-seed!" he exclaimed loudly. Thrusting into my lover with every ounce of my strength, I knew I was almost to the point-of-no-return. "Shit, Tyler ... I'm almost there!" I cried out. "Fuckin' cum in my ass!" Tyler urged, trying to coax the semen out of my balls. And it must have worked ... "I'm cummin'! I'm fuckin' cummin'!" I yelled loudly. ... because moments later, I was squishing around in my jizz, inside my boyfriend's tight butt. My sweat-covered body shivered with my orgasm, as I continued to thrust ... they seemed to be getting better and better, all the time. Even though my cock head was suddenly super-sensitive, I wanted Tyler to experience the ecstasy that was still coursing through my entire body. As I continued to pump my still-hard manhood into Tyler's steaming ass, I grabbed hold of his penis, lifting it away from his quivering body. After kissing my lover wetly, I licked down the centerline of his hard chest. Tyler sucked in his stomach, reacting to my searching tongue; and I countered by toying with his cute innie for quite a while, before closing my lips around his sheathed head. I'd been blessed with a supple body, and on that afternoon, I decided to use it to both of our advantages. Tightly wrapping my fist around Tyler's thick stalk, I began to pump him fast and hard, while probing his sensitive head with the tip of my tongue. All the while my dick was thrusting in and pulling out of my lover's tight hole ... like the piston it had become. "Yeah, Chris, that feels SO good!" Tyler declared, shaking his head from side to side. His eyes were wide-open; and I knew beyond any doubt, that he was getting all his enjoyment from me, without any fantasizing. Moments later, after determining Tyler was right on the edge, I backed off everything I'd been doing. A pained look crossed my lover's angular face, but he didn't complain. For our first time in the bed of our Tacoma, I was able to hold Tyler right on the edge ... and I mean RIGHT on the edge ... for what seemed like several wonderful hours. I knew it couldn't actually have been that long, but I sure hoped Tyler was enjoying it as much as I was! When I finally let him cum, Tyler's whole body seemed to be on fire with the sensations that flowed through his every nerve ending. I pulled off so I could watch, and Tyler still hit my face with his first three volleys; and the fourth bounced off my left shoulder, it had so much force behind it! As I continued to pump Tyler's throbbing inches, he began to shake uncontrollably. I was SO happy that our bodies were made for each other, like they were! "OH FUCK, Chris!" he mouthed, but no words escaped his lips. Leaning forward, I let Tyler wash my face with his tongue. And after pulling out of his well-fucked ass, I cleaned the cum off his still-quivering body. I was about to grab ahold of my dick and finish myself off, when we heard a loud rustling noise from the trees on the driver's side of the truck, and moments later, the sounds of an engine starting and gravel being thrown up from spinning tires. "I wonder what that was all about?" I asked, as my cock began to deflate in my hand. We both sat side-by-side in the pickup bed, and let the gentle breeze cool our sweating bodies. Tyler laughed, "I'd say that someone was watching us make love, just now." I nodded ... and really for only the second time this summer, I wondered if what we'd just experienced with each other would get us in trouble. The first time, high atop Pike's Peak, we'd all been afraid that young mother would cause us problems; but nothing had come of it, and I'd almost forgotten about her ... until now, that is. "By the sound of things, they must not have liked it," I commented. "Or maybe it was just some guy who was just afraid we'd catch him jacking off, while he spied on us," Tyler added with a boyish smile. We kissed each other, and suddenly whatever the squealing tires had meant, didn't seem so important. But the mood had been broken, and after dressing, we decided to tie the sleeping bag drawstrings to the corners of the truck bed, to let the wind dry them out on the drive back to the J bar A. The next morning, a Friday, Tyler was up bright and early. I wasn't sure there would be enough room for everybody. But when he got back from taking the boys to football practice, Tyler told me they'd easily crammed all six guys into the cab of the Tacoma. Devon and the twins had agreed our truck was the coolest ever. And if I wanted to ride with them next Friday, they were sure there'd even be enough room for me. That is ... unless all the guys decided to hit their growth spurts next week! While Tyler was gone to town, Ben and I gathered everything we'd need for our photo camp-out. At one point, Josh dropped by and asked us to be on the lookout for any of his Angus cattle that might have escaped onto the open range. And after talking to him for a while, the three of us decided we ought to take a pack animal with us. "I'll send Roy by, right away," Josh stated with a smile. "He's the VERY best there is at loading a packsaddle." Roy told us that Hank, a tall black and white gelding who was getting on in years, was the most sure-footed horse in the stable. And after cinching the packsaddle onto his back, Roy tried to show us how to evenly distribute the load. It took a while for Ben and me to catch on, but finally we had all the camping gear loaded to Roy's satisfaction. After Roy left us, Ben and I packed our individual saddlebags with an eye to what Roy had just taught us. "Everybody tells me that I need to give up shooting film, and go completely digital," Ben commented while placing his camera backpack into one side of his saddlebags. "But I think I'm going to wait a little while longer." Then he laughed, "Of course, if Tim has his way, it'll be sooner rather than later!" I'd had zero interest in photography when film was in its heyday, so I really didn't understand what Ben was talking about. But I nodded, like I agreed with him ... even though I really didn't. And with a smile on my lips, I dropped my little digital camera and extra memory cards into my saddlebag. After Tyler returned, the three of us quickly loaded what gear was left into his saddlebags. It was sure going to be a LOT easier on us, letting the horses carry the weight of everything, and not relying on our backs. And the horses didn't seem to mind at all! "Chris, why don't you fill up a couple of canteens for each of us?" Ben asked while making a couple of final adjustments to his saddlebags. "Tyler ... if you'll check with Maria, to see what she's fixed for us to eat over the weekend, I'll run by the house. It smelled like your mom was baking cookies earlier this morning. I bet she'll have some ready for us to take on the trip, by now." After collecting the last-minute items, and saying a quick goodbye to everybody, the three of us headed off with Hank in tow. It had taken Luke, Tyler and me around three hours to backpack out to the old ranch site; and even though we rode slowly, with several photo stops along the way, it still didn't take us much longer. As we entered the mouth of the canyon, where the old ranch buildings were located, our little horse train stopped while Ben surveyed the scene before him. "Guys, I'd like to get a photo of all three of us on our horses with the old corral in the foreground," Ben stated. "I think that could make a real interesting shot." "Sure, Dad," I replied ... to a big smile from Ben, who led our party to the place he thought would make a good photo. Ben set up his tripod and camera; it took quite a while for him to find just the right spot. And after he was satisfied, he positioned our horses just so. "I'll set the self-timer and try to make it back to my horse on time," Ben laughed. He took a few shots, and Tyler suggested, " Why don't we take off our shirts for this one?" "Sounds good to me!" Ben exclaimed. And after the three of us had tucked our shirts into the waistbands of our shorts, Ben slowly clicked off five or six more shots. Leaving his camera on the tripod, Ben suggested, "Let's put up our tent on the flat ground over there ... under those trees beside that little stream?" "Sounds good to me!" Tyler answered, heading in that direction, with Hank in tow. "This is sure picturesque! But we're not going to get the best light this time of year," Ben added in my direction, while following Tyler. "Maybe in late fall or early winter, the sunrise will be far enough south to let us capture the first light shining through the mouth of the canyon." I thought early mornings might be cold that time of year, but I nodded my agreement; I had SO much to learn about the craft of photography! And my lessons, which had begun earlier this summer, would continue over the next few days. "Of course, tomorrow morning the sun ought to hit the cabin about an hour after sunrise," Ben commented, while sizing up the height of the foothills to our east. "And the light's still pretty good, then." The three of us dismounted, unloaded our gear and after leading our horses to the bank of the crystal-clear stream, we began to strike camp. Ben's tent was heavy ... not the kind to use while backpacking ... but it was the perfect size for the three of us. After we had the large dome assembled, we could stand up inside it. "Hey ... this is going to be PLENTY roomy," I stated in the direction of Tyler, while smiling my sexy best. "Um ... yeah," Tyler replied, glancing around. Ben was nowhere to be seen ... I guess he'd gone after another load of gear. "Maybe after Dad goes to sleep," Tyler added with a grin of his own, as he faked pumping his meat. "I'm getting hard, just thinking about it!" "Yeah, me too," I laughed, just as Ben came through the tent door, carrying an armload of sleeping bags. "Come on boys, I don't want to carry all of this by myself!" Ben exclaimed with a big grin. "Sure, Dad," Tyler replied. And Tyler and I were able to carry all the remaining gear in one trip. As I was opening the valves on the sleeping mats, I asked no one in particular, "I wonder if we ought to hang the divider curtain, so all of us have a little privacy?" "Suit yourselves, boys," Ben laughed. "But that thin panel won't give NEARLY as much privacy as the bedroom wall did the other night!" The three of us laughed at the truth of Ben's statement; and we didn't hang the paper-thin curtain. After allowing the mats to inflate, we tossed our sleeping bags on top of them. And after a quick lunch, the rest of the day was a lot of fun for all of us, as we wandered from spot to spot throughout the old homestead taking photos. As I watched Ben, I was amazed at how many different shots he would take of the same subject. "That seems like a waste of film," I grinned, after Ben had photographed the same broken-down pile of fence from every possible angle. "I know," Ben conceded, folding up his tripod, "and that's where digital can come in handy." He lifted a small camera that was hanging from a strap around his neck. "I'm trying to learn to use a digital camera to take the first few shots ... until I find the ones I really like ... and then switch to film. But sometimes I forget!" We both had a good laugh over that comment, before we went back to taking more pictures. And sometime later, after the sun dropped behind the foothills to our west, we collected some downed tree limbs for our campfire. I really had a great time around the fire that evening, getting to know Ben a lot better. He had been in the Navy as a young man, and he told us several funny stories about things that had happened to him during those years, both before and after he and Tina married. "Chris," Ben said with a smile in my direction, "I suppose I've seen a lot in my life." And after a brief pause for reflection, he added, "Tina and I have always had some big hopes and dreams for our son ... which SURE didn't include a gay partner! But Chris, there's no doubt that you're the best thing that's ever happened to Tyler!" "Thanks, Ben," I said modestly, taking Tyler's left hand in my right while staring into my lover's deep blue eyes. "But I think Tyler's the one who's been good for me." In the moment of silence that followed, Tyler planted a kiss on my cheek, as Ben smiled at us approvingly. "Let's just agree that we've been good for each other," Tyler grinned, kissing me fully. *** Well, with those comments, I think I'll end chapter thirty-two. I sure hope all of you liked reading it half as much as I enjoyed writing it! If you want to send me any comments on chapter thirty-two, I'd sure like to hear them! My email address is fotogme11@yahoo.com. And if you want to join the Yahoo! Group for my stories, you can do that here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ill_suck_you/join Have a great week, everyone! Greg