Date: Wed, 23 Dec 2009 00:58:14 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 14

More is Better

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

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This is a fictional story ... any similarities to actual people, places,
events or other entities is purely coincidental.  The story involves gay
sex between family members and their friends, and 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,
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***

Unbelievably, the holiday season has rolled around again.  When I was a
kid, years seemed to drag on, but the older I get, the faster they seem to
fly by.  Oh well... (lol) I sincerely wish each one of my readers a Merry
Christmas and a Happy and Prosperous New Year!

Thanks to all of you who emailed me after the last chapter.  While I sure
appreciate my longtime readers, it is awesome to have readers who are new
to the series tell me how much fun they are having with it!  A couple of
guys have gone back to the first story, to read everything from the
beginning.  You don't know how great that makes me feel!  I am planning to
post chapter 14 on January 8, or sometime during that next week. In an
attempt to mix things up a little bit, and hopefully get a few more guys to
check out "More is Better", I may start to move around the days of the week
when I post new chapters.  (Maybe it is a coincidence, but moving the posts
to Wednesdays seemed to bring in a few more readers.)  Do any of you have
an opinion, one way or the other, about that?  Please let me know, if you
do.

Anyway, I hope all of you continue to enjoy the story.  It should be a fun
ride, between now and the summer!

***

Chapter Fourteen

(Chris continues with the story.)

All eyes were on Colton, as he struggled out of his shirt.  The rolled-up
sleeves were tight on his upper arms, and he had to unroll them before he
could take it off.  After removing it, he lithely pulled a body-hugging,
gray undershirt over his head.  Damn ... it looked like he always wore a
shirt over his lightly muscled, athletic-looking torso.  The olive skin of
his face and arms was nicely tanned, but his back and chest were a lighter
color.  Indistinct lines between his shoulders and elbows told the
undeniable story that he wore shirts with different lengths of short
sleeves when he went outdoors in the summer.

He shook the wrinkles out of his sport shirt, and laid it and the
undershirt over a nearby bale of hay.  Hmmm, so he was particular with his
clothes.

"It does feel better now," he stated, with a smile.

"It looks like you don't go without a shirt very often, Colton."  Jared had
observed the same thing as me.

"Nah, Mom thinks it's a sin, or something, for guys to go around without a
shirt on ... especially OUTSIDE of the house."  Shrugging his shoulders,
Colton took a bite of his hamburger.  He glanced at the three of us, before
commenting, "All you guys sure have good tans."

After washing down a bite of food with a long drink of lemonade, Jared
laughed.

"I'd never wear a shirt, if I had my way," he said.  Then, glancing at
Tyler and me, he added, "Those two even have a tan on their butts."( ( "No
way!" Colton looked incredulous.

"That was one of the best ideas my kid brother, Kaiden, ever had," I
explained.  "He started going naked around the house where we used to
live."

Remembering, I laughed.

"In fact, he'd go naked ALL the time, if he could," I stated, lifting an
ear of corn-on-the-cob toward my mouth.  "The first few times you go naked
outside, it's SUCH a rush!  Damn, I used to think he was weird, but now I
just thank him."

I gnawed two or three bites of the sweet, yellow and white corn from the
cob.

"You and me both, Chris," Tyler agreed, swallowing a big bite of fruit
salad.

Colton shook his head, but not in a negative way.  It was like he sure
wished he could try something like that.

My cock, which was already semi-hard, suddenly filled with blood, and I had
to adjust it.

"So, Chris, yours is hard, too," Colton observed, with a smile.

"Only most of the time," Tyler answered for me, while punching my shoulder
in a playful way.

All four of us laughed really loud, the way teenage boys always seem to do
when several of them get together.

As we ate, we got to know Colton better by talking about the kind of stuff
all guys our age are interested in: sports, cars, school, and Colton
mentioned girls a few times.  Of course, Jared, Tyler, and I wanted to know
more about going to school at home ... especially since Colton had really
opened up when he talked about that subject in our barn a few nights ago.
It seemed that Colton was a good baseball player, too ... a pitcher on a
co-ed church team for high school and college age students.  When I told
him I played baseball, back in Missouri, suddenly we had a lot more in
common.

Near the end of the meal, Jared asked Colton if there was any girl in
particular that he had his eye on, and he answered, "Not really." Then,
blushing, he smiled.  "Well, maybe one."

"I bet you jackoff every day thinking about her," Jared snickered in a
knowing way.

Colton smiled, but he seemed confused.  After a moment, he spoke up, "I - I
- I don't know.  What do you mean by  jackoff', anyway?"

"You know, pound your meat," Jared answered, pumping his fist up and down
in front of his crotch.  "Make yourself cum ... masturbate."  When Colton
still didn't seem to know what he was talking about, Jared shook his head
and added.  "You know, shoot semen."

"Oh, that."  Blushing deeply, Colton gave half a smile. "Some mornings I
wake up with semen in my underwear."  Embarrassed, he asked, "Is THAT what
you mean?"

Fuck, I'd NEVER had a wet dream, and I seriously doubted if Tyler or Jared
had, either.  As far as I knew, none of my brothers or the other guys in my
circle of friends even knew what they were ... at least, not from personal
experience.  It was hard to believe a guy could live for almost sixteen
years and not have the foggiest idea what jacking off was ... then again, I
guess I'd never known another guy quite like Colton.  I discovered how to
jackoff by accident ... one morning in bed.  That very afternoon, I went
online to try to figure out what had just happened; and why it felt so
good.  Anyway, the next day, at school, I told my best friends about it.
But I guess Colton hadn't been so lucky.  Not only was he shy, but since he
didn't go to regular school, I guess he didn't meet as many people as the
rest of us did every week.

"Not quite," Jared replied slowly.  He looked from Tyler to me.  "Guys, I
think Colton needs a lesson ... up here in the hayloft ... right now!"

"Sure," Tyler laughed.  "That is, if you want to know, Colton."

"You bet I do!" he exclaimed.  It was like no other guy his age had ever
taken enough interest in him as a person to tell him something most boys
had begun to enjoy when they were twelve or thirteen ... fourteen at the
latest ... and he was eager to learn.  "Thanks, guys!"

"You'll REALLY be thanking us in a few minutes," Jared stated
authoritatively.

While I could have just unzipped, whipped out my meat, and gone to work on
it, I REALLY wanted to get a good look at what Colton had to offer ... and
I know Tyler, and especially Jared, felt that way, too.  Untying my Nikes,
I kicked them off, as the other guys did the same.  When Colton saw we were
undressing, he untied his shoes, then turned his back to us, before
stepping out of his jeans.  His mostly hairless upper legs were the same
color as his chest, while he had a pretty good tan beneath his knees.  A
heavy dusting of sexy-looking, dark hair circled his lower legs, though.
I've always been a sucker for a guy with great legs; and Colton's perfectly
complemented the rest of his lean, athletic body.  After neatly laying his
jeans next to his shirts, our new friend slowly turned around.

He was wearing a pair of white briefs.  And obviously hard, his good-sized
dick veered off to the right.  He glanced around at the rest of us for a
couple of moments, before hooking his thumbs under the elastic waistband.

"Wow, Jared," Colton observed, "you aren't wearing underwear, or anything!"

"Never on weekends," Jared laughed.  His slender six inches throbbed
mightily amid his small nest of dark-blonde pubes.  "It's a rule I made up
for my brother; and I like to follow it, too."

Colton didn't reply, but seemed to process the information for a second or
two, before, ever so tentatively, slipping the Jockeys down his legs.  When
he stepped out of the briefs, his dick, which curved to the right when
hard, appeared to be about the same size as mine.  It stuck out from his
body at a slight upward angle, beneath a dark-brown, teenage bush.
Obviously, the hair had never been trimmed by scissors or a razor.

"Hey ... you're uncut like me!" Tyler exclaimed, proudly displaying his
sheathed piece of meat to Colton.  Then, nodding toward Jared, he added,
"Those two guys are cut."

"Yeah, I see the difference," Colton stated, glancing from cock to cock.

My boyfriend wrapped his fist around his dick, kneading it between his
fingers, before he began to abuse it, big time.  The skin made a wicked,
slapping sound with every stroke.

Colton watched Tyler for a moment, and then began to mimic his every move.
In seconds, he had that pleasant, pained look on his face ... the same one
I've seen often on the faces of my brothers and friends.  And I've been
told that I get it, too.

"Awesome," Colton said, releasing his dick.

Taking a seat on one of the blankets and spreading his legs wide, Jared
spit into his hand, before wrapping it around his penis.

"You gotta keep going, Colton" he instructed.

Colton plunked his tight ass onto the hay bale beside Jared.  Our friend
didn't seem so shy, as he glanced from Jared to my brother.  He sucked in
his stomach, like those guys were doing, before taking hold of his
impressive manhood again.  When Colton spread his legs, his right calf
bumped against Jared's left, and he pulled it back.

"It's okay if you touch me," Jared chuckled, drawing a tentative smile from
Colton.

I just sat on a bale of hay and, with a big smile on my face, I watched the
other three guys pleasure themselves.

"Oh, man!  What!?" Colton exclaimed, wrinkling his brow in surprise,
seconds later.

While he was speaking, without warning, he nutted; and fuck, was it ever a
load!  It seemed like his cock would never stop spurting.  I don't know how
often guys have wet dreams, but obviously, our baby-faced friend hadn't cum
in ages.  As he was coming down from the rush of his orgasm, both Tyler and
Jared began to shoot.  Colton glanced from one to the other ... definitely
interested in seeing how their bodies worked ... and pleased that it looked
like all teen guys' plumbing functioned in the same way.

"Well, Colton, do you still like animals better than people?" Jared
laughed, after shivering from head to toe.  Obviously, he was referring to
a comment Colton had made in our barn a week earlier.

"Not SOME people," Colton replied with a smile.  With cum-covered fingers,
he squeezed his shaft, milking another long string of dick snot from the
open end of his overlong foreskin.  "Thanks, guys; that was amazing!"  He
turned to me.  "What about you, Chris?"

"I had fun just watching you three," I answered truthfully, my dick
throbbing.

Colton seemed incredulous.

"Don't let him kid you, Colton," Tyler commented.  "He shot his wad in the
shower, right before we drove over here."  Remembering, he laughed.  "Of
course, so did I!"

Not wanting to feel left out, I quickly jacked myself to an orgasm, and
after I'd added my slime to the rest on the floor, Colton had a bunch of
questions for us.  He had known about  sexual intercourse', as he called
it, for a while.  (We were DEFINITELY going to have to work on his
vocabulary!)  But there was SO much he didn't know ... so much he was eager
to learn.  After that evening in the Myers' barn, Colton wasn't shy around
the three of us anymore ... well, not usually, at least.  No doubt about
it, an extra-special bond develops between guys when they shoot their loads
together.

Reluctantly, we dressed, collected our trash, and started down from the
hayloft.  Jared was first, followed by me, then Tyler, and Colton brought
up the rear.

As I was about to step off of the ladder, Jared asked in a quiet voice,
"Well, Chris, what do you think?"  He jerked his head upward, toward the
loft.

"You mean about Colton ... or your chances?" I laughed, just loud enough
that Jared could hear me.  Moving aside, I made room for Tyler to climb
down the ladder.

"My chances, you dork!" he croaked in a hoarse whisper.  "I already KNOW
what you think of Colton."

"You've got your work cut out for you," I stated, draping my arm over
Jared's shoulder and leading him away from the ladder.  I chuckled.  "But,
Jared, if he's interested at all, you can do it; I know you can!"

"I'm sure gonna try," Jared promised, while both of us, and Tyler, watched
Colton carefully descend the ladder.

"Thanks again," Colton smiled.  "I SURE never expected anything like this
when we left home to come over here."

"Jared's full of surprises," I smirked, garnering a dirty look from Jared
and a laugh from Tyler.  Colton just smiled and nodded his head.  "Come on;
let's see what's going on outside," I added.

One of several large, green, portable trash bins had been set up just
outside of the barn, especially for the barbecue.  The four of us dumped
our paper plates, plastic cups, and disposable utensils into it, before
spying Cole and Ryan sitting on the steps to the front porch.  Luke and
Robert, along with their girlfriends, were standing nearby; the six of them
were talking and laughing.

Tyler trotted off in that direction, and I began to follow him, when Devon,
Jared's younger brother, called out, "Chris! Jared! Come look at this!
Quick!"

I turned toward the voice.

Thirty or forty yards away from us, Devon and Eric stood beside the back
tire of an ancient-looking, John Deere tractor, which had been parked next
to a small shed.  As I watched, Eric bent forward, tentatively touched the
tire with the tip of one finger, then quickly pulled his hand back.  He
smiled at Devon, before repeating the process.

"What the fuck's going on over there?" I wondered aloud, heading in that
direction.

"Who knows," Jared shrugged.  "They're kids."  But, along with Colton, he
followed me.

"Look at this thing," Devon urged, when we were almost to the tractor.
"What is it, anyway?"

I had never seen anything like it; that's for sure!  It was a large gray
bug ... over an inch long ... with a dish-like, oval body.  Very slowly, it
walked between the lugs on the tractor tire, obviously trying to get away
from all the unwanted attention it had attracted.

"It's an assassin beetle," Colton laughed.  "Better be careful, or it'll
suck your blood!"

"No way!" Eric, who was about to touch it again, said.  But he quickly
pulled his hand back, anyway.

"Well, if you were another bug, it would," Colton replied authoritatively.
He went on to say that gardeners loved them, because they killed so many
pests.  Then, when he noticed the rest of us were staring at him, he added,
"I - I made an insect collection for Biology last year; that's how I know
so much about them."

Colton WAS a smart guy; he would probably make a great veterinarian one
day.

"Colton, this is Eric," I smiled, introducing the two.  "He lives with us.
And that's Jared's brother, Devon."

"I didn't know his name, but I've seen Colton a couple of times before,
when he came to the ranch with his dad," Devon answered, smiling deviously.
"But I never knew he could talk so much!"

Our shy friend seemed flustered.

"Apologize, Devon, right now!" Jared demanded.  "Colton's a friend of
ours."

After looking at his brother's face, and seeing that he meant what he had
said, Devon smiled, before sincerely telling Colton he was sorry for his
comments.

"Don't worry about it, Devon," Colton laughed.  "I guess I am pretty quiet
... MOST of the time, anyway."  He smiled at Jared and me.  "I'm gonna TRY
to not be that way around you guys, though."

While we were talking, the strange looking beetle had walked around the
edge of the tire, and was in the process of disappearing into the shadows
between the tire and the tractor body.

Noticing, Eric commented, "That was sure a creepy looking bug."

"Say, Eric ... if you, or any of you guys, ever need to bring a dog or cat
to the vet, I'll show you my bug collection," Colton offered.  "Before I
made it, I didn't know there were so many weird insects around here."

"Thanks," Eric replied, "but I don't have a dog right now."

"Well, when you get one, then," Colton said, tucking the thumb of one hand
into the low-slung waistband of his baggy jeans and striking a sexy pose.
Easily, he leaned against the large tractor tire.

Both he and Eric grinned ... lighting up their faces ... and honestly, it
was a toss-up as to which guy's smile was the best.

"Well, I'm going to see what Tyler is up to," I commented, leaving those
four to discuss pets, insects, or whatever else they wanted to talk about.

As I approached the house, Ryan was raptly listening to Robert speak.  The
high school quarterback had found a football somewhere, and was gripping it
in his large, right hand.

"...I dropped back to pass, and when they flushed me out of the pocket, I
scrambled to my right."  He lifted the ball above his head, faking a pass.
"Then, I saw Luke's black ass in the end zone."

"Oops!" Luke chuckled, while pretending to pull up his pants.

"Yeah, well..." Robert continued, with a smirk.  "Go out for a pass, Luke."

While Luke ran a few yards away, Robert scrambled around a bit, as if
avoiding a couple of imaginary pass-rushers, before raising his hand above
his head again.  He pumped the ball forward a couple of times, until Luke
stopped running and began waving his arms above his head.  Crisply, Robert
rifled a tight spiral to him.  Luke jumped into the air, caught the
pigskin, and cradled it tightly against his belly as his feet hit the
ground.

"Touchdown!" Robert declared, raising both hands into the air as, smiling
broadly, Luke sauntered ... like the high school jock he was ... back to
our little group.  "That's how it's done, Ryan."

"Sweet!" Ryan exclaimed, obviously hoping to follow in the footsteps of the
older football players.

Beaming, Amy gave Robert a kiss on the cheek.  Last night, though we didn't
know it at the time, of course, the touchdown Robert and Luke had just
replayed was the fourth quarter score that had broken the back of the
Coyotes.  They couldn't match it ... or we didn't LET them match it ... and
the next time we got our hands on the ball, we scored again.  Undeniably,
it had been the biggest victory of the season, to date.

Samantha hugged Luke, while planting a long kiss on his lips.

"Hey, you guys, take it upstairs," our college friend joked.

As if Cole, of all people, was shocked to see a display of affection
between two horny teens!

Cole was sitting on the lip of the porch.  His knees were spread widely,
while one foot was on the lower of the two porch steps, and the other foot
on the upper.  Ryan had taken a seat on the stairs between Cole's legs
... and the older boy tousled the younger's hair.  Ryan turned his head,
and the boyfriends gazed lovingly at each other.  To me, at least, it
looked like THEY would be needing to take it upstairs before much longer!

"Were you boys just replaying the winning touchdown from last night?"
Mr. Myers asked from his folding chair on the porch.  Apparently, he had
been watching and listening to Luke and Robert.

"Yes, sir," Luke replied, effortlessly tossing the football to Jared's dad.

After stretching to catch it, Mr. Myers continued, "Great game last night;
keep up the good work!"  He lofted the ball in Robert's direction.

"Thanks," Robert answered, running a step or two, before catching the ball.
"Only three more wins, and then, well ... anything's possible!"

"You boys have a really good team this season," Mr. Myers stated.  "I hope
you make it to District."

"We're going to," Luke said, flashing a cocky grin, like it was already a
foregone conclusion.

Robert flung the ball to me, and I ran a few steps, before tossing it in
the direction of Ryan and Cole.  Standing, Ryan snagged it.  Soon, several
of us were tossing the football around; and before we knew it, more guys
joined in and we had a pickup game going.  We didn't try to keep score; it
was more for fun than anything, but we played for quite a while.  All too
quickly, the sun disappeared behind the western mountains.  After the
temperature began to drop ... and it dropped quickly as soon as the sun
disappeared ... one family after another meandered toward their cars.  By
dusk, many of the partygoers had called it an evening.

"Colton, we need to pack it in," Dr. Connors called from the front porch, a
few minutes later.

Colton stretched-out for a pass that had been lofted in his direction,
missed it in the darkness, tumbled to the ground, and right away jumped
back up.

"Okay, Dad," Colton yelled to his father, before saying to the few of us
who were still trying to play football, "Guys, I gotta call it quits."

As a group, the rest of us decided to call it a game, as well.

"Colton, we're sure glad you could come," Jared said, following our friend
toward the house.

"Hey, it was the most fun I've ever had," Colton replied.

As Dr. Connors opened the front door to go back inside, golden light
spilled from the house onto the front yard, illuminating Colton's smiling
face, as he turned toward Jared.  "I sure hope we can get together again,
real soon."

"Me, too," Jared agreed, draping his arm over Colton's shoulder, as the two
of them mounted the porch stairs.  Jared opened the front door for the
slightly taller boy, and they entered the house.

"Look at those clothes!" a woman's voice cried out in dismay.

Exasperated, Colton answered, "It's just a little dirt, Mom."  Probably
just about every boy in America has used the same tone with his mother from
time to time.  But maybe Colton wasn't normally among them.

"And your arm's bleeding, too," she continued.

"It's NOTHING, Mom!" Colton actually stood up for himself; I had to wonder
if it was for the first time.

But Colton's mom wasn't satisfied with his explanation.

"That shirt is ruined ... and those jeans..." Mrs. Connors voice accused
from the other side of the door ... like Colton's reason for playing
football, in the first place, had been to trash his clothes.  I guess his
smile didn't hold much weight with his mother, or maybe he'd never tried
using it on her.

So many women just didn't seem to understand that guys sometimes got dirty
when we were having fun.  And a little blood just went with the territory.
The rest of us followed Tyler into the house, where a chuckling Dr. Connors
had his arm protectively wrapped around his son's shoulder.  He glanced at
Colton admiringly.

Changing the subject, Dr. Connors spoke for his whole family, "Robb, we
really enjoyed the barbecue.  Thanks for inviting us."  After collecting
his wife and daughter, he added, "I'm really glad you got top dollar for
your herd this year."

"Thanks for everything you've done for US, Carl," Jared's dad replied,
actually smiling as he shook the vet's hand!  It obviously wasn't a natural
expression for him; at least, it wasn't something that I'd seen cross his
face very often.  "It was a halfway decent year ... and after the last two,
we could sure use one of those!  Damn, there's SO much that needs doing
around this place."

As the adults continued their goodbyes, Jared took Colton aside for a
moment, and the two of them spoke a few words in private.  Sometimes
friendships are built over long weeks and months of hard work.  But just as
often, you meet somebody and know right-away that you'd like to be their
friend.  Sometimes, it works out; lots of times, it doesn't.  While I
didn't know when, or IF, the relationship that Jared yearned for with
Colton would ever happen, more than anything, I wanted the absolute best
for both of them!

***

What do you guys think?  Do you think anything will happen between Jared
and Colton?  Would you like to see a relationship develop?  Why not send me
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