Date: Thu, 18 Oct 2007 00:28:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: I've Got the Best Family ch 4

I've Got the Best Family

By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)

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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.

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Special thanks to Steve for ALL of his help with proofing and research for
this chapter!  And I also want to thank Trenton, football consultant for
the story, for his assistance.

***

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four!

Chapter Four:

Tyler swallowed again, before he took the keys out of Emilio's hand.
"Whoa, this truck is BIG!" he exclaimed while shaking his head.

"That she is," Emilio replied; and when Tyler didn't make a move to get
into the cab, he asked, "Well ... would you rather I drive?"

Again, my big brother hesitated, and when he glanced over at me, I was
staring at him intently.  Finally he answered, with a faint smile on his
lips, "Nah, I'm sure I can handle it!"  And Tyler's swagger seemed to have
returned as he took the keys, opened the driver's side door and swung
himself up into the cab.

"Come on, Ryan," Emilio said, "we'll get in on the other side."  And he
placed his arm on my shoulder and herded me around the front of the truck
to the passenger side door.  "Do you want to take the middle?" he asked.

"Sure," I replied.  And after climbing in, I scooted across the torn
leather seat and straddled the floor-mounted gearshift, before wrapping a
frayed seatbelt around my middle.

"I guess we'd BETTER buckle up, Ryan," Emilio chuckled as he fastened his
seatbelt.  Then he slammed his door shut.  "Since this is your brother's
first time in a truck like this."

Tyler had to slam his door twice to get it to close, but after he was all
buckled in, he took the keys and jabbed them at the steering column.
Apparently, he didn't find what he was looking for, because he craned his
neck around the steering wheel.  "Umm ... where do I put the key?" he asked
quietly.

Emilio laughed.  "This old truck isn't like any of the cars you've driven,"
he began.  The ignition switch is on the dash ... on the left side of the
steering wheel."

Tyler had a look on his face that seemed to say that that was a crazy spot
for the key, but he didn't say anything as he found the slot and inserted
the key.  Then he put his right hand on the gearshift and did a double
take.  "Damn ... a manual transmission," my brother stammered.  "I've
... I've never driven one like this before."

Emilio laughed again, and this time it was long and full.  And before he
was through, I just had to join him.  "I'm sorry for laughing, Tyler," the
twins' dad answered, after his laughter had run it's course.  "We'll be on
the ranch road for quite a while, and by the time we get to the state
highway, I bet you'll be able to handle it just fine!"

Bolstered by Emilio's confidence in him, Tyler asked what he was supposed
to do next.  Emilio gave a series of directions, and in a few moments,
Tyler had the motor rumbling and the transmission in neutral.  The engine
in the old truck was pretty rough, not like any of the cars I'd ridden in
over the years.  But after a couple minutes of idling, the motor seemed to
smooth out.

"Okay, Tyler," Carlos' father began, "now I'd like for you to shift through
the four forward gears.  This old truck has a granny gear for first, so
we'd only use it if the going got rough and we needed a lot of low-speed
pulling power."

Tyler shifted through the gears a few times until he seemed pretty
comfortable with it.  In fact, a smile was beginning to cross his lips
before he said, "Wow, this is sorta fun!"

Emilio nodded, and then he continued, "Yeah, driving an old ranch truck
like this can be fun.  I still remember my first time behind the wheel of a
truck."  His eyes had a far-away look, like he was actually thinking back
to that time.  "Okay, Tyler ... after you're comfortable, make sure you
have the clutch pushed all the way in, and shift into second."

Tyler did as Emilio instructed, and then the wiry Hispanic continued, "Now,
slo-o-owly release the clutch while pressing lightly on the gas pedal."

The truck lurched forward before the motor died.

"Fuck!" Tyler exclaimed, as he pounded his hand against the steering wheel.

"Hey, I don't think that's the way to do it!" I observed with a smirk; and
as I looked over at my brother, his face was turning red with
embarrassment.

Tyler reached over and squeezed my knee, a little too hard to be just in
fun, while his eyes defied me to do any better.

"Not bad for the first time!" Emilio praised, after giving me a look that
seemed to say I ought to keep my mouth shut.  And duly reprimanded, I sat
back in the seat.

"Start her up again," Emilio continued.  "And this time, give the truck a
little more gas as you release the clutch oh-so-slowly."  He paused for a
moment.  "Think about making love to a beautiful older woman ... nice and
slow!" Then he laughed heartily, "This truck isn't beautiful on the
outside, anymore ... but once you get the hang of it, I've got a feeling
that you'll love to drive her!

We both laughed with Emilio; and his comments seemed to break the tension,
because Tyler DID do better his second time ... I guess.  This time, the
cattle truck jumped forward three or four times before it stalled.  I won't
tell you everything that happened that morning, but it's a good thing that
the ranch road was REALLY long!

Anyway, Tyler didn't give up on trying, and finally we got underway.  When
we reached the end of the narrow road, Tyler was able to make the right
turn onto the highway without stopping, since there wasn't any traffic at
the time.

The truck was noisy and slow; and the ride was rough, but I really was
enjoying the experience.  In fact, the vibrations through the seat were
giving me a stiffie that wouldn't go down, no matter how many times I told
my cock that this wasn't the right time to get hard!

Before too long, Tyler seemed to warm-up to driving the old ranch truck.
By the time we reached the northern outskirts of town, and the shopping
center where the Home Depot was located, my brother was doing a great job
of driving.  He downshifted while turning right, into the parking lot, and
pulled into the first double-length parking spot we came to.

"How'd I do?" Tyler asked, as he switched off the motor and removed the key
from the ignition.

"I couldn't have done better, myself," Emilio replied.

And Tyler was beaming with pride as the three of us slipped out of the seat
and dropped to the ground.  Emilio had a detailed list, and a couple of
hours later, we'd found everything, had all the items loaded into the truck
and were headed back to the ranch.

Tyler drove again, and this time, he almost seemed like a pro; he only
killed the motor twice before we got started!  "Damn!  I really like
driving the old girl," he exclaimed with a broad smile on his tanned face.

"Somehow, I thought you might," Emilio answered with a knowing smile of his
own.

"Yeah, I love sitting up so high," my brother continued.  "You've sure got
a good view of the road from up here!"  He paused for a moment as he
brushed his right hand against my thigh.  And under his breath, he added,
"I'll bet the drivers of this truck have seen some PRETTY interesting stuff
from up here!"

I don't know if Tyler expected Emilio to hear his last comment, but the
ranch hand replied, "That's for sure, Tyler ... that's for sure!"

Smiling after Emilio's comments, Tyler pressed his leg against mine; and
absent-mindedly, I began to rub my hand over both of our knees.  Then I
remembered that Emilio was sitting right next to me, and I didn't know him
that well, yet.  So I pulled my hand back to my lap.  As I glanced towards
the older cowboy, he appeared to be staring out of his side window, so I
doubted if he had seen my show of affection towards Tyler.  And I sighed as
I sat back in the seat for the balance of the ride to the ranch, while
enjoying the effects of the vibrations on my cock and the rest of my body.

When we got to the J bar A, Emilio instructed Tyler to stop the truck in
front of his folk's place.  Several of the younger ranch hands were milling
about or leaning on shovels in the front yard.  And when a couple of the
guys noticed that Tyler was behind the wheel, they acted like they were
afraid for their lives, before the truck rolled to a stop!  I hoped they
were just pretending ... because I thought Tyler had done a pretty good job
of driving something so big.

Anyway, I noticed that a number of holes had been dug on either side of the
front door and in several spots throughout the lawn.  And the cowboys
sauntered up to the truck bed and began to unload the plants we'd
purchased, as Emilio again took out his list and directed them where to
place the shrubs.  Tina stepped out of the house to supervise the whole
planting process; and Tyler and I grabbed shovels to help fill-in the
holes.

By the time we'd finished mulching the new plantings and put the shovels
away, it was after one o'clock; and someone rang the dinner bell to signal
that it was time for a belated noon meal.

I guess because it was a Sunday, only about half as many people showed up
on the patio for dinner, compared to the weekdays I remembered.  And most
of the ranch hands seemed to be younger, single guys.  Even Emilio, who'd
been with us all morning, disappeared when we sat down to eat.  I guess
most of the married cowboys were enjoying their mid-day meal with their
families.

Anyway, both Ben and Tina seemed to like the look of the guesthouse with
the new landscaping around it.  After everyone had filled his or her plate,
we found seats around the large table.  And throughout the meal, Tina
commented again and again that the outside of the house was now looking
like their new home.

"When we're all settled-in, and after the studio is completed, I want to
set up my woodworking shop and make some yard decorations ... and maybe a
shingle with 'The Wilsons' on it," Ben declared.  "That'd probably be a
good job for this winter..."

"So you're a woodworker, too," Dad observed.  "If you'd like, you can just
add your equipment to the shop in that shed over there."  And Dad waved his
arm towards a small building near the summer workers' bunkhouse.  "I enjoy
getting in there every once in a while and trying to build something with
my hands."  He smiled like maybe his woodworking skills left something to
be desired.  "I just wish I had the time to get REALLY good at it!"

"I know the feeling ... ALL too well!" Ben commented with a shake of his
head.

After we'd finished eating, each of us put our dirty dishes in the
dishwasher; and two or three of the grown-ups gathered up the leftovers,
before cleaning off the outdoor table.

"I feel so full," Tyler began, "I sure hope I can play football this
afternoon!"  And as he rubbed circles over his stomach, it DID appear that
his usually slim belly was sticking out some.

I laughed ... and was about to make some lame comment ... when the phone in
the kitchen began to ring.  Dad was outside at the moment, and I was going
to answer it, but Tyler beat me to it.

"Hello ... J bar A," he began, in a very professional-sounding voice.  But
he immediately changed it to a much more casual, "Hey, Tim!"  Then he
turned to me.  "It's Tim and the guys!  I think they're calling from
Missouri."

"Cool!" I replied, before yelling out the back door, to let Dad know that
the other guys were on the phone.

Josh came inside, seconds later.  And his face wore a BIG smile on it as
Tyler handed him the phone.  "Tyler ... why don't you pick up the extension
in the hall.  And Ryan ... get the cordless phone out my office.  That way
we can all talk to Tim and your brothers at the same time."

I raced across the hall and took the cordless phone from Dad's desk.  But
when I put it to my ear, I only heard silence.  "Hey, this phone's not
working right," I commented as I re-entered the kitchen.

Dad smiled at me, before he replied, "Here, Ryan, let me show you how to do
it."  And taking the phone, he pressed the button next to the red LED on
the handset.  "Now try it," he said as he handed the receiver back to me.

I put the phone to my ear.  "... This place seems so LITTLE!" Chris was
commenting.

"I bet it does ... after being out here for a couple of weeks," Tyler
replied.

"Hey, guys!"  I interjected.

"Ryan!" Chris acknowledged, "How's it hanging, bro?"

I laughed.  "Well, Chris, it doesn't feel like it's HANGING at all," I
answered, laughing again.  Suddenly, my dick was as stiff as it'd ever
been.  And I guess it was just because I was thinking about my brothers
... and about all the fun we'd had together this summer.

"I can sure believe THAT!" Kaiden exclaimed.  And from the sound of his
voice, I could tell that he had a BIG smile on his face ... and probably a
hard dick, as well.

While I suppose that conference calls are great, I think getting six
excited guys on the phone at one time leaves something to be desired.  It
seemed that everyone was butting in with his comments while someone else
was speaking.  But we all found out that Tim, Chris and Kaiden had a fun
drive back to Missouri, although it had been pretty long.  And while they
were sort of excited to be back at their Missouri home, I think they missed
Colorado and those of us who lived out here, a LOT more than they ever
thought they would when they left on vacation two weeks ago.

After several minutes, both Josh and Tim said goodbye to each other and us
boys, as they hung up their phones.  But teen-agers ALWAYS seem to have a
lot to say to each other ... even if they've only been apart for a day.
And Tyler and I stayed on the line for quite a while longer.

Excitedly, I told Kaiden and Chris about the twins that I'd met on the
ranch; and about the fun we'd had together.  "There's going to be a
football game this afternoon with a bunch of the guys," I declared, as I
walked into the hallway.  "I can hardly wait for it ... and, of course, I
bet there'll be showers afterwards ..."

I smiled to Tyler as I made the last comment.

"I think he's really looking forward to the showers part ... maybe even
more than the game," Tyler said, while laughing into his handset.

"I can believe that!" Chris replied.  "I got to know my little brother
PRE-TTY well while we were out there."  Then he laughed over the phone.  "I
guess Kaiden is a good teacher."

I heard some commotion over the line, and I wondered if Chris was trying to
ruffle Kaiden's usually messy hair.

"Hey ... I ALWAYS try to help my brothers out ..." Kaiden responded,
somewhat defensively, as he came back on the phone.  "I ONLY want what's
BEST for all of them!"

Even though he was almost a thousand miles away, I could picture the smile
that had to be on Kaiden's lips as he made his last comment.  I sure agreed
that he'd shown me some of the best stuff that a guy of almost thirteen
could ever experience!

We chatted idly for a few more minutes, before Dad called to us from the
kitchen, "I see the guys are gathering in the field for the football game.
You boys had better wind down your phone call, if you plan to get in the
game from the beginning."

"I just heard what Josh said," Chris stated.  "Tyler ... you and Ryan kick
some ass out there!"

"Yeah, have fun!" Kaiden added.  "And, Ryan, let's try to chat on AIM
tonight, okay?"

"Sure, Kaiden," I replied, with a big smile on my face.  "Talk to you
later."

"Bye!" both Chris and Kaiden answered.  "And Tyler, I'm looking forward to
chatting with you tonight, too," Chris said, just before I clicked the off
button on my receiver.  I guess both Chris and Tyler said a few more words
to each other, as I returned the phone to Dad's desk; because a few moments
later, Tyler entered the kitchen.

Both of us grabbed a quick drink of water, before we ran out of the back
door and jogged to the group of teen-aged boys in the field behind the
barn.  As we approached the group, one of the twins called out my name.

"Hey, Ryan," he began, "glad you could make it!"

"Thanks!" I replied.  "And I don't think you've met Tyler."

Introductions were made all around.  In addition to David and Carlos, their
longhaired, older brother Robert was there, along with Luke, an African
American teen whose dad was also a cowboy on the ranch.  Luke was a
muscular guy with short, kinky black hair, who looked to be around Tyler's
age.  And a couple of blond-headed boys from a neighboring ranch, Jared and
Devon, made eight of us.  We waited around for a few more minutes, shooting
the breeze and getting to know each other, and three of the younger-looking
ranch hands, Miguel, Chance and Jamie ... that I recognized from lunch
... joined us.

Two of the older boys, Robert and Luke appeared to be the consensus team
captains; and moments later, they began to choose up sides.  Tyler was
chosen right away to be on Luke's team ... I guess he looked like he would
make a good football player.  But since neither Robert nor Luke knew
whether I could play football ... fuck, even I didn't know, for sure ... I
was the last guy to be chosen.  And I was the extra man on Robert's team.

The teams lined up like this: Robert Luke Devon Tyler Carlos Jared Miguel
Chance David Jamie Ryan

Although my team was younger, it also appeared that it would have the extra
man advantage; and I smiled to myself at my good fortune.  But I guess the
guys had thought about how to play with an odd number, because Miguel
volunteered right away to play offense for both teams.  And suddenly, it
appeared that my team's advantage evaporated in a big way.  For some
reason, Robert had chosen all of the smaller players to be on his team!

Right away, the guys started pulling off their t-shirts, and tucking them
into the waistbands of their shorts.  I'd played 'shirts and skins' in gym
class at school.  But it looked like everybody would be 'skins' in this
game.

"Come on," one of the twins urged, "Take off your shirt, Ryan.  We play
flag football ... and our shirts are the flags!"

"Cool!" I replied, as I smoothly pulled my shirt over my head.  As we were
milling around, I took a few moments to look over the eye candy that was on
display before me.  Several of the guys were wearing their shorts low
enough that the tops of their butt cracks were just visible.  And of
course, my cock was erect.  As I adjusted my package in the front of my
shorts, I tucked one end of my shirt into the back of my cargos.

Although I'd seen my share of naked torsos over the years, I'd never seen
this many up close, at one time, since I began to discover the fun of sex.
While there weren't any fat guys in the group, we ran the gamut from no
visible muscles on the younger guys (Devon and me) to really muscular
(Chance).  And our skin colors varied from pretty pale (Chance) to about as
dark as a guy could get (Luke).

Most of us had pretty dark tans, after a long summer in the sun.  But I
think that both Devon and Jared had skin to die for.  Their mops of
longish, sun-bleached, dark blond hair contrasted nicely with the flawless,
golden brown tans on their smooth chests and hairless legs.  And my dick
twitched in my shorts every time I looked at either one of them!

For some as yet unknown-to-me reason, the other team kicked-off to us.  So
our team would be the first to go on offense.

"Okay, guys ... huddle up!" Robert called out.  It seemed that most of
these guys had played with each other enough to feel really comfortable
with each other's abilities.  But, of course, Robert didn't know whether I
was any good, or not.  "Ryan, I want you to start out on the line; and
we'll move you around until we find the best spot for you," the twins'
brother commented.  "Carlos, you go out for a pass ... on two."

Miguel would play center for both teams and Robert would be our
quarterback.  Robert, who played quarterback for the high school team,
believed that offense was the key to winning.  All that he really asked
from the line was a couple of seconds, to let him hand off ... or throw the
ball to a receiver.  And since it was flag football, no tackling was
allowed.

Anyway, our first play was a success.  I didn't do much of a job blocking
against Chance, but then again, Robert got rid of the ball in a hurry.
However, after a couple of dropped passes, we had to punt.  There was a lot
of back and forth offense between our two teams during the first ten
minutes or so, but nobody was able to get into the end zone.  And since we
didn't have goalposts, field goals weren't part of the game.

One of the guys had a timer on his wristwatch, and as thirty minutes
elapsed and the buzzer sounded, we were tied 6 - 6.

On our first possession of the second half, Robert had his brothers line up
on either side of center, while he asked me to play running back.  I guess
that Carlos, David and Miguel must have done a respectable job of keeping
the defense occupied.  Because after Robert handed me the ball, I was able
to streak through the line and past both Jamie and Tyler in the backfield,
before anybody could get a hand on my flag.

And moments later, my team was up 12 - 6.

"Fuckin' awesome run!" Robert exclaimed as we high-fived in the end zone.
"You've got some speed in those skinny legs of yours!"

Smiling, I replied, "Yeah, Robert, I guess I am a pretty good runner."

My other teammates congratulated me, as well.  And as the game progressed,
I began to see why Robert chose all of us younger guys to be on his side.
We were quicker and seemed more nimble than the older players on the other
team.  I was handed the ball several times in the second half; and while I
didn't score again, I made quite a few long runs.  And when the timer
sounded to signal the end of the game, my team was ahead 24 - 18.

"Great game, guys!" Luke said earnestly.  The sweat on his chest and back
was making his black skin shine.  "And Ryan, you're quite a running back!"

"Yeah ... you ought to go out for the middle school team," one of the twins
added.  "I bet you'd make it ... easy."

I'd sort of been dreading the start of the school year.  And while I'd
never really played football before, maybe I WOULD go out for the team.  It
might be a good way to make some new friends at school.

Maybe the eighth grade was going to be fun, after all!

***

Guys, this looks like a good place to end chapter four.  Thanks for
reading!  I sure hope each of you is enjoying this story.  This chapter was
lots of fun to write ... and I've got so much I want to tell you about
these guys.  Even though this chapter didn't have any real sex in it, I
hope I gave you a few images of the guys that you enjoyed.

If you enjoyed this chapter, please email me to let me know!  Each one of
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Again, thanks for reading.  I plan to post chapter five on Friday of next
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chapters, most of you guys told me you didn't have a preference.  But one
long-time reader mentioned that he would prefer Sunday postings of new
chapters.  Due to my trip ... and the desire to begin posting chapters of
this story as soon as possible ... I began with a Monday post.  So far,
each post has been a day later in the week, and I'm working towards Sunday
postings.  I expect chapter six to post eight days after chapter five, on
Saturday, and the following chapters one week apart, on Sundays.  (Subject
to change, of course!)

Have a great week, everybody!

Greg