Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2010 03:03:37 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 16

More is Better

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

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events or other entities is purely coincidental.  The story involves gay
sex between family members and their friends, and is written solely for the
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***

Guys, I want to give you an update on Steve.  Many of you will remember
that he was my story consultant for over two years.  He has been battling
cognitive issues for as long as I've known him.  Anyway, they were steadily
getting worse until he had a shunt installed over a month ago.  In many
ways, Steve is a new man.  He won't be taking up where he left off, as far
as the story is concerned, but he has offered his services for ranch
related questions (and I may try to sneak a couple others by him, too!
lol).  I welcome Steve back with open arms!  Greg

Chapter Sixteen:

(Cole picks up where he left off...)

"How's that butt plug feel?" I asked moments later, grinning broadly.

"Well, I sure know it's there, but it doesn't hurt, or anything," Ryan
answered, climbing onto the unmade bed.  "Brrrrr, the sheets are cold!"

"I'd better help you take care of that, right away!" I chuckled, while
turning on a bedside lamp.  After clicking off the ceiling light, and
closing our bedroom door all the way, I crawled in beside my young lover.
Wrapping my arms around him, I snuggled up close.

"Mmmm, Cole ... yeah," Ryan purred in a husky voice.

Damn, cuddling in bed with the guy you love ... now THIS was how life was
meant to be!

As I held Ryan tightly to my chest, my lips searched for his, and they met
in a loving, but urgent, guy-to-guy kiss.  Fuck ... Ryan was sure good at
kissing ... especially for a thirteen year old!  Our lips only parted for
some tongue action, as we rolled around on the bed, warming it up ... like
the two randy, hormone-crazed teenagers we were.  Well, I let Ryan roll on
top of me, at least.  Since, back then, I probably weighed almost twice as
much as him, I sure didn't want to crush my lover!

He was at that amazing point in a boy's life where his body almost seemed
to change minute-by-minute.  (Okay ... so I'm exaggerating ... but you know
what I mean.)  When I first saw him naked, back in July, though his pubes
were nonexistent, his dick had already started to grow.  When hard, it was
no longer a little kid's prick, but it was nothing to brag about, either
... though I'm sure Ryan was proud of it.  But now, almost four months
later, he had a cock on him ... with hair ... that any boy his age would be
more than happy to call his own.  When it was hard (and when wasn't it?)
I'll bet his manhood was five, or maybe even six, throbbing inches.  And
body writhing sensuously, Ryan urgently humped all of them against my
stomach.

"Yeah, Ryan ... cum for me," I urged, while rubbing my hands over the
length of his thin back, over his firm ass, and down the inside of his
upper thighs.

Moaning softly, he doubled his efforts.

"Oh, fuck!  Cole, I'm almost there!" he cried out moments later.

I love Ryan all the time; but when he's right on the edge, he's really a
special guy.  I could only imagine the expression that must have been on
his face, as he spread his legs wider around mine.  Suddenly, while
grinding his cock into me with all the force his young body could muster,
Ryan tensed-up.

I could tell he was trying to hold back the inevitable, when he arched his
back, held his breath, and lifted his head and legs.  It was almost like
Ryan was trying to balance on his rock-hard penis.  Grabbing hold of his
ass cheeks, I squeezed the twin melons, while repeatedly pulling his body
forward some, and pushing it back.  His cock ground into my stomach
muscles.

"I'm cummin'!  Shit, Cole, I'm cummin'!" he exclaimed.  "Fuck!  Yeah!"

Damn, I love it when I get to make Ryan cum!  As I felt his slime, hot
against my belly, his fingers tangled in my hair, before his body relaxed
on top of mine.

"Shit, that must have been a good one!" I complimented my lover, before
kissing him lovingly.

I gently tousled his shaggy hair.

"One of the best!" Ryan laughed.

Rolling off of me and onto the mattress, he wetly lapped up his cum from my
belly.  At one point, Ryan's fingers brushed against my small nest of
short, dark red pubic hair, and he smiled.  "Fuck, they look so hot, Cole,"
he commented, shaking his head.

"You just like 'em, 'cause I grew 'em for you," I replied, propping myself
on an elbow.  With my other hand, I ruffled Ryan's hair again ... harder
this time.

"Yeah, maybe," he agreed, with a big smile, after I'd finished.  Lifting my
throbbing member, he tongued the head lovingly.

"Do you think you're ready for that guy?" I laughed, while lying back
against a pillow.  "'Cause HE sure wants YOU!"

"I've wanted him inside me all night," Ryan answered, worshipfully
fingering the scorpion tattoo.

"Then, lube him up good," I instructed.

The half full bottle of ID Glide was still on the bed, where I had dropped
it earlier, and, after flipping open the top, Ryan squeezed a generous
dollop into the palm of his hand.  In seconds, my cock was shining.  I was
about to ask Ryan to turn around so I could take out the butt plug, when he
reached between his legs ... with a loud grunt ... and pulled it out
himself.  He looked at the sex toy and smiled.

"How's your ass feel?" I asked.

"Pretty good, I think," Ryan answered, dropping the plug over the side of
the bed, onto the floor.  Shaking his head in wonder, he added, "I can't
believe I had that thing stuffed up inside me all night."  Facing me, he
stood with his feet on either side of my hips, and taking hold of my
throbbing manhood, he squatted.

My eyes were fixed on Ryan's, as he moved my cock head around some, until
he found the spot he wanted.  Then, oh so s-l-o-w-l-y, he lowered his
weight onto it.  Fuck, his insides were SO hot!  I gotta tell you, it's a
good thing for HIM that I care for Ryan so much, because it took lots of
willpower not to jam my dick into him.

Having a cock the size of mine definitely has its advantages ... like the
bragging rights I used to have in the high school locker room, or the
admiring looks I get from both guys and gals when I wear the right clothes.
But there are a few drawbacks, too ... like when I have to take it slow,
even if I don't want to.  And some guys I've been with are afraid of it
... or maybe I should say they're afraid of what it might DO to them.  Both
guys who had lived with me last year hardly ever took the scorpion up their
asses.  Neither of them was half the man Ryan is, however.  My young
boyfriend's face seemed to be locked into a grimace, as he lowered his
body.  But I'm not sure it was so much pain as it was determination.

Well, there HAD to be some pain there, too; I'm sure of that.  Though he'd
stretched his ass muscle for almost an hour, beforehand, my dick is thick
... at least as big around as the bulge in the butt plug he wore.  And it's
got a helmet-head, to boot.

"Are you doing okay?" I asked, in a soothing voice, while gently rubbing my
hands over Ryan's legs and belly.

"Uh-huh," Ryan tried to smile.  As he leaned back some, onto his hands,
beads of sweat suddenly appeared on his forehead, and his cock began to
droop a bit.

Damn!  Now THAT was something I'd never seen from Ryan before ... a wilting
cock during sex.

After checking-out his face, I glanced toward my dick.  Fuck, most of it
had disappeared inside him already!  He had been lowering himself so
slowly, I hadn't realized he'd taken so much of me.  I don't think he
realized it, either, until his ass cheeks touched the tops of my thighs.

All at once, he smiled broadly, while exclaiming, "Hey, I took all of it
this time!"

"Yeah, you sure did!" I agreed, praising him big-time.

Ryan pulled almost all the way off, and his tightly stretched ass lips
toyed with the ridge of my cock head.  I was in heaven, as he lowered
himself a little bit faster the second time.  My cock plunged into the hot
recesses of my lover's bowels; he lifted off, and, still going slow, he
repeated the process.  By the tenth or twelfth time, Ryan had sped up quite
a bit.  He didn't go down all the way, anymore, but as he began to develop
a rhythm, it seemed like any pain he felt was far overshadowed by the
pleasure!

Spreading his legs ... with my cock still inside him ... Ryan lay forward,
onto my chest, his skin hot against mine.  Lovingly, I traced my fingers
over his slender arms and back, before lifting my head and kissing his
needy lips.  Fuck, I love him so much!  For leverage, I bent my knees,
while tightly wrapping my arms around Ryan's back; as, with quick, short
strokes from my cock, I began to pummel his ass.

He moaned incoherently ... softly at first, and then much louder.  And as
my body writhed beneath him, I felt his dick stiffen against my belly.  It
was then, that I knew for sure he was enjoying the ass-pounding completely!

At one point, when I was getting too close to cumming, we changed
positions.  I had Ryan lay back against a couple of pillows, while I took
hold of his ankles.  After lifting his coltish, still mostly hairless, legs
above his head ... until his ass was at the right height ... I held them
firmly against the headboard.  Eagerly leaning forward over Ryan, I
squatted with my legs around my lover, mounting him from behind.  As he
fingered my straining calf muscles, with long, urgent strokes, Ryan and I
made love to each other.

"Fuck, this feels so awesome, big guy!" I cried out, between grunts and
groans.

"Like I didn't already know?" Ryan answered, with a sexy, boyish smile.  He
was breathing so heavily now, it was almost as if the sensations in his
young body had taken him to another level of consciousness.

I picked up the tempo.

How I wish I could say we made love for hours that night, but that's not
what happened.  I tried to clamp down with my pubic muscles, doing my best
to stave off the inevitable, but I'd been teetering right on the edge for
WAY too long.  And fuck, Ryan turned me on so...  Suddenly, when I felt
jizz enter the base of my shaft, I realized it was no use holding back any
longer.

"Shit, Ryan, I'm cummin'!" I exclaimed, thrusting mightily.

"Yeah, I can feel your cock getting bigger," he laughed.

Again and again, my cock spurted, as I filled my lover's ass to
overflowing.  Releasing one of his ankles, I began to jack Ryan's swollen
penis like there was no tomorrow, and in seconds, he was experiencing his
second climax of the evening.  Watery-looking jizz dribbled from his dick
head onto his tanned belly.

After our mutual orgasms had run their course, I released his other ankle
and dropped to my knees, while pulling my still pulsating cock from his
love tunnel.  Damn ... his seriously abused, bright-red asshole gaped wide
for a second, and cum began to run out of it, onto our bedsheets, before he
squeezed it closed.  When he relaxed his sphincter, seconds later, it
opened again.  And immediately, I lowered my mouth to his ass, vacuuming
out my cum, while with my tongue, I gently and lovingly licked the
seriously abused tissues.

Moments later, as Ryan lowered his slim legs, I lay beside him; and when we
kissed, I transferred a good bit of my cum to his mouth.  After both of us
had enjoyed the tasty bedtime snack, my boyfriend rested his head on my
chest.

"That was WAY awesome, Cole," he purred, suddenly sleepy, while lightly
fingering the tribal band tattoo that encircled my right bicep.

"Yeah, it sure was," I agreed, stretching my hand toward the lamp and
clicking it off.  "I love you, big guy."

"I love you, too," he murmured, in the darkness of our room.

Ryan wasn't the only one who was tired; it had been a long, eventful day.
To the sound of his regular breathing ... and the muffled noise of boy sex
from next door ...  I drifted off to sleep.

When I woke, in the middle of the night, it was to Ryan's body completely
on top of mine.  Neither of us had bothered with the sheet, when we fell
asleep, and the room had gotten chilly.  Ryan's back was cold to the touch,
though his front side was plenty hot!  After finding a corner of the sheet,
I pulled it over us, causing Ryan to moan and turn his head.

I petted his shaggy, long hair; fuck, I loved him so much!  I wasn't quite
sure how I was going to do it, but it was at that very moment when I
determined to ask Josh if I could move in with Ryan.  I would ask him
before the weekend was over.  Having settled the issue in my mind, I smiled
to myself and closed my eyes.

When we woke, both Ryan and I were really sweaty from him being on top of
me all night.  After a quick shower, we dressed and headed downstairs to
have breakfast.

"It sounds like some of the guys are already up," Ryan stated, when we
heard voices, laughter, and what sounded like cartoons playing on the TV
from the direction of the kitchen.

"It sure does," I agreed, leading Ryan down the short hall.  With a big
smile, I stepped through the kitchen door.  "'Morning, guys!"

"Hey, Cole," one of the twins ... Carlos, I think ... replied.  With his
brother, Kaiden, and Eric, he seemed to be enjoying some anime kids on the
TV, between bites of cereal.

Ryan sidled onto a stool beside Eric, while I got bowls and spoons for us.
And as we began to eat, I asked, "Does anybody know where Josh and Tim are
this morning?"

"Yeah," Eric answered.  "I think they're out at the studio."

"Thanks," I replied, while pouring Ryan and myself glasses of milk.

Not long after we began to eat our breakfast, the kitchen door opened, and
Josh ... followed closely by Tina, Ben, and Tim came inside.  After we said
our 'Good Mornings', Josh grinned slyly.

"Guys, we've got a little project ahead of us today," he began, glancing
from face to face.  "How many of you know how to use a paintbrush?"

I'm not the world's best painter, but I guess I'd done my share of painting
over the years.  The younger guys all seemed eager to try it out.

"Good," he added with a smile.  "Right now, Roy's got a couple of the guys
power washing the outside of the studio ... to knock off any loose paint
... and Tina and I are leaving for Lowe's in a couple of minutes to have
the paint mixed."  He pocketed a set of car keys from the hook beside the
door.  "If everybody pitches in, and we really buckle down, we might even
get started on the second coat before lunch."  He glanced at Tim.  "I'm
afraid this warm weather's not going to last."

So much for a leisurely Sunday ... not that I expected one, anyway!
Yesterday afternoon, Josh had mentioned that he wanted to start on the
painting today.  But it seemed that overnight, both the scope of the
project, and the urgency, were suddenly greater.

As he and Tina were getting ready to leave, Josh turned to me.  "Cole, when
you finish with breakfast, check-in with Roy.  Okay?"

"You bet!" I answered, with a smile for my boss.

"Let's take a piece of that metal roofing with us, so we can match the trim
color to it," Tina commented.  Apparently, she'd been put in charge of
choosing the color scheme for the building.

Josh smiled.  "I already had Roy pull a scrap for us."  He took Tim in his
arms, and the two men kissed.  "Be back in a little bit, lover," he added,
tenderly, in a voice little louder than a whisper.

After Ben gave Tina a peck on the cheek, he leaned on the counter, glancing
first at his wife, then toward Tim and Josh, and finally, with a big smile
on his face, he turned to Eric and shook his head.  Like many of the guys
around the ranch, Ben probably pinched himself every day to be sure he
wasn't dreaming.

From the doorway, seconds later, Tim called out toward Josh's retreating
backside.  "Get an EXTRA-WIDE brush ... for ME, at least.  You know how
much I LOVE to paint!"

Grinning, Josh turned his head around, while lifting both thumbs into the
air.

"You got it, Tim!" he called-out.

Shaking his head, as he closed the door, Tim said, "Damn, Ben, when Josh
wants something to happen around here, it happens!"

"And woe to anyone who gets in his way!" Ben chuckled.

"Why the big rush to get that building painted, anyway?" Ryan asked,
lifting a half-empty glass of milk to his lips and gulping down the
remainder in a couple of swallows.  Afterward setting the milk-coated, but
otherwise empty, glass on the counter, he wiped his mouth on his forearm.

According to Tim, Josh had heard a very unfavorable weather forecast for
the middle of the upcoming week.  Cold temperatures and outdoor painting
... at least, for amateurs ... didn't mix very well, and Josh was afraid we
might be seeing the last of the really warm weather.  Even though we still
had to install the front door and replace the old barn doors with a new
setup of some kind, what with the roundup starting in a couple of days
... and lasting through at least next weekend ... that probably meant it
would be the end of October, or early November, before we could paint the
studio.  I suppose it would be lots easier to do some extra touchup work
next month, rather than try to find enough warm weather to paint the whole
building.

After breakfast, the younger boys said they were going outside to watch the
cowboys finish power washing the weathered paint on the barn-red studio
building, while I searched for Roy in his office.  Honestly, I don't know
how the man ever found anything, as cluttered as his office was.  The
small, metal desk was covered in stacks of paper, and piles of ranching
magazines and old newspapers were piled high on every other flat surface:
the top of an old filing cabinet, the seat of a black vinyl guest chair,
and a good-sized space heater.  I suppose the heater felt good on cold
winter mornings.  Anyway, photos of horses, and several examples of prime
Angus cattle ... some, obviously, from the J bar A ... covered all the
unfinished plywood walls of the shabby, but functional, office.  Even the
inside of the door was covered with a large calendar, filled with
handwritten notes, and more photos.

As I entered his office, Roy put down a magazine on animal husbandry, and
turned his weathered face toward me.

"'Mornin' Cole," he drawled.  "You ready to get started today?"

"Yep, just tell me what needs to be done," I answered.

"What DON'T need doin' around here this time of year?" eyes twinkling, the
old cowboy laughed in reply.  "But it sounds like we'll be painting today."

"That's what I hear," I said with a smile.

"We've got half a dozen extension ladders out in the barn."  He nodded over
his shoulder to the door I'd just come through, which also led to the
interior of the barn.  "Why don't you set them up around the building, if
they've finished washin' down the walls?  Then we'll see if any of the
brushes we've got around here are still worth using."

"Sure," I smiled, as Roy turned back to his magazine.  He put a sticky-tab
on the page he had been reading and made a note in a small ring binder.
"Thanks, Roy," I added.

He nodded in reply, as I opened the thin plywood door and stepped over the
three or four inch high 'threshold' into the rest of the barn.  I had been
in Roy's office several times, but only a couple of times in the past had I
ventured into the part of the barn where tools, lawn mowers, and other
small implements were stored.  The barn doors had been left open on the
mostly vacant interior, and several bales ... a couple of them broken open
... of what appeared to be straw, were stacked along the wall to Roy's
office.  A good-sized orange, brown, and white calico cat ran behind them
when it saw me.

I spied several, paint-spattered, wooden extension ladders on the ground
against the far wall, underneath pegged hand tools of all descriptions.
And after picking up one of them, I steered it through the barn doors.  The
unmistakable sound of power washing was coming from the back side of the
studio building, but the two walls with the doors had already been cleaned.
So, after five more trips, I'd set up the ladders against both of them.

As the sun climbed higher in the sky that morning, the temperature had
risen nicely.  Glancing at the cloudless, deep-blue sky, I smiled.  I love
everything about Colorado, but especially the crisp, blue skies!  While my
dad had moved the family around quite a bit, from base to base, after
graduating from the Air Force Academy, I was too young to remember most of
those places.  Except for Colorado Springs, that is, where we were
fortunate enough to settle when Dad began his teaching career.  I couldn't
imagine ever living anywhere else but Colorado; I know I sure didn't want
to!

By the time Josh and Tina returned, the power washing was complete and the
soon-to-be-former barn was almost completely dry.  Fortunately, they had
brought plenty of painting supplies with them, since Roy and I hadn't been
able to find many usable brushes.  I wondered if the clerk at Lowe's had
felt the same way I did, when Josh, Tim, and the boys had tried to buy out
the sporting goods store where I worked?  The spacious cargo area of the
black Suburban was filled with bucket after bucket of paint and tons of
brushes.

Tina had chosen a warm gray paint (Decadent) for the walls, and perfectly
matched the forest green (New Spruce) of the roof for the front door.  The
other trim was to be painted a very cool, off-white color (Anthem White).
While there was no doubt in my mind that they would make for an
awesome-looking building, it was just like a woman to choose a very light
shade to cover an existing much darker one.  It would mean two ... and
probably, three ... coats.  Oh well ... at least, we would have a large
crew of painters.

When he began to hand out the painting tools, Josh commented dryly, "Tim,
here's your brush."  Without so much as a smile, he lifted a long-handled
scrub brush into the air.  "I don't want you to leave any brush marks with
this, either."

Laughing, Tim took the brush.  "Thanks, Josh; I'll do my best.  But maybe
I'd better do my painting on the back side of the building!"

"Whatever," Josh chuckled.

I'm not quite sure how Josh pulled it off, but we had 13 guys ... most of
us half naked, by the way ... in our painting crew that morning.  Well, I
suppose it helps when you're the kind of guy Josh is.  People are willing
to do extra for someone like him ... and, let's be honest, he DID hold the
checkbook...

While Ben set up a couple of sawhorses, for Tina to use ... she had been
chosen to carefully paint the front door and its trim ... the younger guys
stood on the ground and began to paint the lower half of the walls.  Six of
us climbed the ladders to do the upper half, and if we JUST HAPPENED to
drip a little paint onto the hair and bare shoulders of the guys beneath us
... well, so be it.  Of course, I DOUBT if Tim, Josh, Chance, Roy, or
Miguel did it on purpose.  And I'm SURE I didn't!  (big smile)

But everybody seemed to be having fun.  In so many ways, a large,
inexperienced crew isn't very efficient; the younger guys, especially,
needed a lot of guidance.  On the bright side, however, the first coat was
slapped on the building in no time.  Josh had spent a little extra on the
paint, buying a quality brand; but even so, I was amazed at how well the
first coat covered the dark red.  Already, we could tell that the studio
was going to be one classy-looking building!

Before breaking for lunch, as we stood back and surveyed our handiwork, Ben
laughed, "Wow ... I'm going to have to rethink the signs.  After seeing
what the building is going to look like, I think I'll paint them to match."

"What kind of signs are you making, anyway," Tina asked, dropping her
paintbrush into a small pail of water to soak.  She still had to put the
third, and final, coat on the outside of the steel, six-panel door, but the
glossy paint was a perfect match for the steel roof panels on the building.

"Well, I HAD thought I'd burn the lettering into the wood ... as if it had
been branded.  You know ... the Wild West look."  He chuckled, tousling
Eric's paint-spattered hair.  "Son, you're going to need a good shower!"

Smiling, Eric agreed.

Looking away from Eric, Ben continued with his earlier thought, "Both the
sign on the building and the one by the road will have a silhouette of a
guy leaning over a tripod mounted camera..."

As he was talking, the dinner bell clanged.

I'll bet I wasn't the only one who wondered if the guy on the sign would be
naked, but Ben didn't say.

"...and the road sign will also have 'J bar A Photography' lettered on it,"
he finished his thought.

"I like your idea about painting them to match the building," Tim
chimed-in.  "Since the studio is the only gray and green building on the
ranch, customers ought to be able to make the connection right away."

"That's what I'm thinking," Ben agreed, as we headed toward the picnic
tables behind the main house, where another of Maria's delicious buffet
lunches awaited us.  Chris and Tyler must have finally gotten up, and they
had already filled their plates as we approached the table.  "The sign on
the studio will be really small," Ben continued, "and on the corner of the
building next to the front door."

"Damn ... everything is really starting to take shape!" Tim declared
excitedly.

"You're right, Tim," Josh said, taking an empty plate for himself and
handing one to his lover.  "After the roundup is over, finishing the studio
will be our number one priority around here."

He glanced toward Roy, and the old cowboy nodded his understanding.

Maria had fixed a huge, extra-meaty taco salad with crispy, golden,
tortilla chips for lunch, along with a large fruit tray of cubed
cantaloupe, fresh pineapple, assorted berries, and quartered apples.  And
from the look of things, I wasn't the only person who was really hungry!

After lunch, it seemed like the younger boys had had enough of painting for
one day, but Tyler and Chris picked-up brushes with the rest of us, when we
went back to work.  As soon as the second coat of paint had dried on one
corner of the building, Ben began to paint the long, vertical corner boards
with the antique white color.  Damn, Tina had quite an eye for color,
that's for sure!  I never imagined the barn looking half as good as it was
turning out.  No one would ever call the building a barn again.

At one point during the afternoon, Josh and I were on ladders side-by-side
... and I knew, if I was ever going to ask him about moving in, this was
the time.

"Um, Josh," I began, fumbling around like a little kid, "I - I've got
something I need to ask you."

As Josh stopped painting and looked in my direction, I was suddenly
tongue-tied.

"Well, out with it," Josh smiled warmly.

"It's just that - that I ... well ... I - I was wondering if," I stammered,
before taking a deep breath.  "If I could move in with Ryan and you guys."
After a brief pause, I added, "I'll pay my own way."

There, I'd said it.

"Is that all?" Josh laughed.  "Both Tim and I have been wondering when you
were finally going to ask."

"You mean, you're gonna say yes?" I asked, incredulous.

"We'd be happy to have you move in with us," Josh replied, in a
matter-of-fact way, before dipping his brush into his bucket of paint.
"Cole, I'll be the first to admit that I had my doubts, when you asked Tim
and me if you could be Ryan's boyfriend.  Six years is a HUGE difference in
your ages."  He paused for a second, as he took a breath.  "But I've had my
eye on you two; and there's no doubt you love Ryan with all your heart!"

"Yeah, Josh," I agreed.  "I really do."

After smiling in my direction, Josh returned to his painting.  And as I
picked up my brush, he turned to me again.  "Cole, what you said about
paying ... you never said that, okay?"

"Okay, if that's how you want it," I answered, dipping my brush into the
thick paint.

Then, with another smile, he added, "You're part of the family now, if you
want to be, that is."

"Do I ever!" I exclaimed happily.  "Do I ever!"

***

I don't know about you guys, but there have been plenty of times in my life
where I was fearful of how someone would react to something, so I delayed
and delayed bringing up the subject.  Many times, my fears were completely
unfounded.  A case in point: over the holidays, I came out to my best
friend ... a woman I've known for a long time.  I was SO afraid of
rejection, but when I told her, she just said she had been waiting for
years for me to tell her.  We are better friends now than we were before!

Anyway, I sure hope all of you enjoyed this chapter!

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read the earlier stories in this series, you might enjoy them.  They're
also in the Gay/Incest area of the Nifty Archive.

"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

Or you can go to the "Prolific Authors" tab and scroll down to my pen name
... Photo Guy.

Have a great week, guys!  Greg