Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2010 02:28:21 -0800 (PST) From: Greg Subject: More is Better ch 21 More is Better By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com) Story Consultant: Drew Editor and Proofreader: Jere 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 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, please leave now. *** Special thanks to Steve for his help with the facts of the roundup. *** Thanks to everyone who emailed me after the last chapter. What with the changes in my life over the past couple of months, finding the time to write is more difficult. However, I'm committed to doing the best I can for my readers. I hope you continue to enjoy the story! Why don't you send me an email if you do? fotogme11@yahoo.com *** Character List *** The Family Tim: Dad of Chris and Kaiden; lover of Josh Josh: Lover of Tim; owner of J bar A ranch Chris: 15 year old brother of Kaiden; boyfriend of Tyler Kaiden: 13 year old brother of Chris Ryan: 13 year old foster child of Josh Tyler: 16 year old son of Ben and Tina; boyfriend of Chris Ben: Dad of Tyler Tina: Mom of Tyler Their Friends Cole: 19 year old lover of Ryan Eric: 13 year old foster child who had been abused David & Carlos: 14 year old identical twins Robert: 16 year old brother of the twins Luke: 16 year old friend Jared: 15 year old friend; brother of Devon Devon: 13 year old friend; brother of Jared Roy: ranch foreman *** Chapter Twenty-One: (It's Kaiden again. You guys are hearing a lot from me lately! lol) When I woke up on Sunday morning, to the muted voices of bawling cattle somewhere in the distance, it took a few seconds to clear the cobwebs from my head. I realized at once that I wasn't in my bedroom, but it took a second or two for me to remember that Eric and I had spent the night with Carlos, David, and their older brother, Robert. Eric, Carlos, and David were still sound asleep, their arms and legs tangled with mine, in the intimate confines of the bed we created by pushing Robert's single bed against the lower bunk of the twins' beds. And since I didn't have to pee TOO bad, I just lay there for a little while, thinking about the events of yesterday. In the early morning light, Carlos' dark brown chest gently rose and fell beside me, with his steady breathing. I guess he'd fallen asleep with his injured hand up near his face, and the white of his heavily bandaged index finger stood out in stark contrast to the color of his deeply tanned, brown skin, and longish, dark, wavy hair. As I watched my friend, he shifted his body, pulled his arm down ... away from his face, and moaned. The injured finger disappeared between his hip and mine. But not for long... Suddenly, Carlos' eyes popped open; and, with pain on his face, he looked at his finger. "It hurts, I bet," I commented softly. "Does it ever! Fuck!" Carlos replied, wincing. "I've gotta take a pain pill." Carefully untangling himself from his twin brother, Carlos crawled out of the foot of the bed; and, after peeking his head around the door, into the hall beyond, my naked friend scurried across the short hall to the home's only bathroom. I heard water running, and then Carlos peeing, before he returned to bed. As he climbed on, his arm pressed against Eric's leg. My new boyfriend stirred for a moment, moaned, and, while rubbing his eyes, he sat up. Talk about bed head ... Eric sure had one that morning! His mousy brown hair was pressed tight to the left side of his scalp, while the top and right side were a maze of spikes and tufts. "'Morning, Eric," I said, in a hushed voice, rising up on an elbow. "Hey, Kaiden," he mumbled, still half asleep. "Hey, Eric," Carlos added, as he sat cross-legged at my feet. "G'morning, Carlos," Eric answered, waking up more. He rubbed his eyes again. "How's the hand feel, anyway?" "Like shit!" our Hispanic friend stated, shaking his head, but, thankfully, his face bore the hint of a smile, too. "I'm SURE sorry about everything," Eric commented, sincerely. "I thought we took care of all that last night," Carlos said, in an earnest voice. "I don't blame you for what happened. Fuck, Eric ... it wasn't anybody's fault. Not really." For quite a while that morning, we sat side-by-side on Robert's bed, talking about yesterday. And before the other two Lopez boys woke up, I think Carlos was finally able to make Eric realize that what had happened truly wasn't his fault. At least, I think sucking a friend off is a pretty good way to show there are no hard feelings. Well, only the GOOD kind of hard feelings ... if you know what I mean! Anyway, the three of us were hugging when the alarm sounded from the upper bunk, where Robert had spent the night. David stirred on the bed beside us, while Robert moaned loudly, above our heads. After several seconds, the twins' older brother turned off the buzzer, and groggily sat up. After a round of 'good mornings' ... some sleepier than others ... all of us got dressed. The roundup was such an exciting time around the ranch, that nobody wanted to be left out ... not even Carlos. Even though he wasn't one hundred percent, he was given an easy job that day ... helping Roy bring small groups of cattle to the state livestock inspector. The inspector made sure all the livestock bore the J bar A brand, before they were weighed and loaded onto smelly, eighteen-wheel, double-decker cattle trucks. The rest of us spent the better part of Sunday helping to divide the herd, weigh, or load the cattle. While it was the first roundup for some of us, most of the guys knew exactly what they were supposed to do. And us newbies caught on quickly. The cattle buyer was a wiry, talkative, middle-aged man with a colorful vocabulary! He knew Josh well, so obviously they had done business with each other in the past. From what I could tell, he made a quick assessment of the complete herd, and then planted himself in a spot where he could check out the cattle before they were weighed. Occasionally, he would refuse an animal, though he took almost all of them. By the end of the day, about a dozen cattle trucks had been tightly packed with steers. Several heifers, which would be sold as breeding stock, were moved to a small enclosure near the barn; and the few animals that the cattle buyer didn't want were herded into a corral. The culls and breeding stock would be driven to a cattle auction first thing Monday morning in the J bar A cattle truck. As things were winding down, late in the afternoon ... after a lot of give and take with Josh ... the cattle buyer pulled out a large checkbook and wrote a check. "You drive a damned hard bargain, Josh!" he exclaimed, shaking his head, as he handed the check to my dad. "I'm not going to make a frigging dime on this deal." "Sure you aren't, Jim," Dad pretended to agree, shaking Jim's hand, while taking the check. He looked at it for a second, before putting it into his shirt pocket and snapping the flap closed over it. Then, after glancing toward the parking lot, Josh added, "I see you're driving a new pickup again this year." Dad smiled broadly. "Highway robbery!" the cattle buyer answered, ignoring Josh's last statement. He paused for a moment, then, shrugging his shoulders, he smiled, too. "It WAS good doing business with you again this year, Josh." Both men talked for a while longer and shook hands, before Jim ambled away; climbed into a shiny, burgundy, late model F 350 pickup, with cattle horns as a hood ornament; and drove off. Our first J bar A roundup had been a long, tiring, and eventful three days. Of course, the cowboys had begun rounding up the herd for several days, before any of us boys began to help with it. I will remember the sights and sounds of that weekend for quite a while; but the STENCH of the double-decker cattle trucks will stay with me for the rest of my life, I think! At least, the area around the cattle loading area smelled for days after the roundup ended. As I would learn over the next few months, the end of the roundup didn't mean the end of work on the ranch. In fact, taking care of the heifers ... which were with calf ... over the winter was a TON more difficult than just letting the full herd graze during the summer. But that's another story! "Men, thanks for a job well done!" Josh declared, as most of us walked our horses in the direction of the stable. The red ball of the sun seemed to cling to the top of a mountain, in the southwestern sky, just hanging there for quite a while, as if it didn't want to set. "We're always glad to help out a friend," Robb Myers, the father of Jared and Devon, replied, with a smile on his ruddy face. He glanced at his two sons while he was speaking. One of the guys opened the barn door, before leading his horse inside. The rest of us followed. "I wish this weekend wasn't over," Devon stated, in the direction of several of us younger guys. He tied the reins of his horse to a nearby rail. "It was a lot of fun." He shook his blonde head, before adding sadly, "And now, it's back to school in the morning." "I know," David agreed, releasing the cinch on his horse's saddle. "Report cards, tomorrow," Eric reminded all of us ... not that he needed to do that! After tossing his saddle onto a wooden saddle horse, Josh asked, "How's the finger, Carlos?" He pulled the colorful saddle blanket off of his horse and draped it over the top rail of a stall. Carlos halfway smiled. "Well, when I was busy, I hardly noticed it," he answered, causing Josh to nod. "I can feel it now, though." Carlos' older brother, Robert, was about to take the saddle off of his horse. But when Josh asked his question, he stopped what he was doing and called out to his brother. "Carlito, you poor baby," he taunted, smiling and shaking his head. "Fuck you, man!" Carlos replied ... but he was smiling as he said it. At least things were getting back to normal. Carlos must not have felt THAT bad if he could joke around with his brother. As soon as the horses were taken care of, all of us, in groups of three or four, began to head toward the shower. After tending to Old Blue, my horse, I scurried across the back yard to the pool building, along with Eric, David, and Devon. Damn ... now that the sun had set, the air was downright chilly! The glass door into the pool was steamed over on the inside, as Devon pulled it open and hurried inside. "It sure feels good in here!" he exclaimed, crossing his arms and briskly rubbing his hands over his shoulders. "You're just a wimp, Devon," David laughed. "I like the cold weather!" I was the last one of our group through the door, and I agreed with Devon. Not only was it warm and humid inside the building because of the heated swimming pool, but also the sound of spraying water, from multiple showerheads, filled the air. The showers had to be adding extra humidity to the room, too. I held the door open for Jared and Chris, who came running up right behind us. "Thanks!" Jared commented, hustling through the door, along with my brother. The six of us headed toward the locker room, where the voices of men and boys, talking loudly and laughing, could be heard. We undressed quickly, tossing our dirty clothes into a large canvas clothes hamper. And about the same time as Tim and some of the J bar A cowboys were finishing with their showers, all us J bar A teens began ours. The tile-walled shower room was hot and steamy. Since I had gone all day ... well, since before breakfast, anyway ... without cumming, I would have liked to remedy the situation while showering. My cock began to plump-up, when we began our showers, as I glanced from Eric's and David's mostly limp manhood, to Devon's little boy prick ... which was sticking straight out, like a bony finger, from his hairless body. But Roy and Mr. Myers were still taking their showers, along with Ben and Josh. While my dads couldn't have cared less if a couple of us boys jacked each other off, I was pretty sure the other two men would have had a problem with it. Oh, well... The Myers family would be eating dinner with us that night. And when Devon's mom had driven their Explorer to the ranch ... sometime after the rest of us had left the house, and were busy with the cattle ... she had brought a change of clothes for all her men, leaving duffel bags for them in the locker room. After showering quickly, we grabbed towels, carelessly swiping them over our bodies, before loosely wrapping them around our hips. While the men dressed on the benches near the door to the pool, the rest of us joked around with each other. I'm not sure who began it ... it wasn't me, I'm sure of that ... but someone flipped a towel at somebody else. And it didn't take long until all of us were running between the benches, limp cocks ... on most of us, anyway ... flopping in the wind, slapping our towels at each other. "Oh, I'm gonna get you for that one!" Cole exclaimed, laughing. He took out after our football player, African-American friend, Luke, popping him hard. "Boys..." Jared's dad commented to Ben, shaking his head. But he had a smile on his face, as he spoke. The men quickly dressed; and as Josh was about to follow them out of the room, he turned to us and said, "Guys, don't spend all night out here, okay?" He laughed. "I bet the womenfolk have got something fixed for supper, up at the house." "We'll hurry," Tyler replied, while, with a wicked smile on his face, he flicked his towel at me. And we did hurry, I guess. All of us had put in a long, hard day, and I know I was starving! After everybody got in a couple more good pops, the fun with the towels just seemed to peter out. Everyone had clean clothes for himself in the locker room, and, amid loads of joking around and lots of laughter, we got dressed. Cole, Ryan, and the Myers boys didn't put on underwear; and when the rest of us saw they were going commando, we decided to, as well. With cocks ranging from limp to full hard, several of the guys began to step into clean bluejeans, while a few of us grabbed sweatpants. My semi reacted the way you would expect from a horny, thirteen year old boy, as the soft fleece of my sweats came into contact with my cock head. Eric, who was on the bench right next to me, immediately noticed, of course. "Looks like your guy is getting up for some fun," he laughed, causing Devon to glance at my crotch. "Ummm, yeah," I answered, with a smirk. "You know how he is." "I'm GETTING to know him pretty good," Eric commented, reaching over and lightly rubbing his hand over the growing lump in my sweats. He brought his lips to mine and we kissed. "Hey, are you guys boyfriends, or something?" Devon asked, wide-eyed. I glanced around the room. Of course, most of the guys from the J bar A already knew, and I wanted to tell the rest. But before I could say anything, Eric spoke up. "Yep, Devon, we are," he said with a big smile. Then he looked me in the eye, while lightly running his fingers through my wet, but always messed-up hair. "We are ... right Kaiden?" "You bet we are, Eric," I replied, leaning over and hugging him tightly. David, who was sitting on the bench just across from us, putting on a pair of sneaks, commented, "I wondered about that, in bed last night." While Eric and I hadn't done anything extra-special with each other in the twins' bed, maybe a guy could tell we were in love just by the look in our eyes, or something. "I wish I could spend a night with you guys," Devon stated, shaking his head. Bending over, he quickly pulled on a pair of socks, and, in the harsh light of the locker room, I noticed that his golden tan from this past summer was beginning to fade some. "What about tonight?" I laughed. "That'd rock!" our prepubescent friend commented excitedly, sitting up. Then his expression suddenly changed. "But, fuck ... we've got school tomorrow." He grabbed a sweatshirt from his duffel. "You could wear some of my clothes," Eric offered, smiling. "And I bet Tyler would drive you to school with the rest of us." "I know he would," I agreed. "And you could just wear those sweats to school, if you wanted, I bet." "Hey, maybe I could spend the night with you guys, too," David added thoughtfully. "Yeah, that'd be lots of fun," Devon said, pulling the bulky gray sweatshirt over his head, to go with the faded, navy sweatpants he already had on. With a plan in mind, the four of us cleaned-up the mess we'd made in the locker room, before heading off toward the house. In the twilight of that fall evening, Devon and Eric were crossing the driveway a few steps ahead of us, when David turned to me. "I sure hope our moms let us spend the night," he declared, slowing the speed he was walking, before coming to a complete halt. "Me, too," I agreed, stopping beside him. As I turned my face to his, I noticed that David's dark brown eyes were following the backsides of Eric and Devon. I thought I saw something in those eyes. "Hey, have you got the hots for Eric, too?" I wondered. "Nope," he laughed, shaking his head of wavy hair. "Not Eric ... but Devon, maybe..." "Hey, man, that's awesome!" I exclaimed quietly. "You've known him for ... like forever, haven't you?" "Almost," David laughed. "It's probably silly, anyway. Dev likes having fun with his brother." "Yeah ... Ryan told me about the stuff those guys do with each other. It's hot, let me tell you!" I said, with a big smile on my face. "But maybe he'd like to have fun with you, too." Shivering, I took a breath. "Come on, David, it's cold out here; let's get a move on!" "Okay," he replied, before we set off at a slow trot for the kitchen door. As I opened the door for my friend, we were greeted by the savory aroma from an extra-large, open stock pot of chili. My stomach grumbled loudly, as we walked into the warm, invitingly well-lit room. It was full of guys ... along with a few women ... standing, or seated on stools around the counter, eating and talking. Eric and Devon had gotten in line behind Cole ... waiting to fill their bowls. David stepped up behind Devon, and said something to him, as I took one of the few clean bowls that remained. The chili was different from what Josh had made for us earlier that fall, but it tasted good, anyway. And, as I was about to get seconds, Devon spoke up. "Mom, can I spend the night with Kaiden and Eric?" he asked, smiling at his mother. "I don't know, honey," she answered. "It's a school night." "But Mom, I didn't have any homework this weekend; and Tyler can take me to school in the morning with the guys from here," Devon reasoned, in his most endearing, little-boy voice. "Well, let me ask your dad," Mrs. Myers stated. "And then it has to be okay with their parents." She turned to her husband, and said a few words to him, as I got a second bowl of chili. Devon had to do some whining with his dad, but in the end, he got permission to spend the night with us. And David's mom and dad said okay, too. Talk about four happy boys ... that's what Devon, David, Eric, and I were! As the meal wound down, Josh again thanked everybody for their help throughout the past year. What with the late summer drought, it had been a rough couple of months. However, he was very happy with the roundup and the sale of the calves to the feedlot. He said, again, how sorry he was that Carlos had been injured. But, at least, Carlos seemed to be recovering well ... everyone was happy with that! "Everybody in this room has a special place in my heart," Josh declared. "We are just one big family on the J bar A ... and that includes you guys, too!" He was looking at Mr. and Mrs. Myers when he made his last comment. All the ranch hands thanked Josh for being a man they were proud to work for, and, after dinner, the Myers family, less Devon ... along with Robert, Carlos, Luke, and their families left for home. While Ryan and Cole joined Chris and Tyler in the gym, the other four of us decided to spend some time with the PS2. You know boys and video games. We played a little Madden Football, and after the older guys and Ryan finished with their workouts, we popped in 4x4EVO and everybody raced each other for a while. "Fuck, I can't concentrate!" Cole declared, dropping the game controller to his lap, while slapping his thigh. "I guess you guys are just too good for me tonight." His truck had just run off the course, costing him precious seconds, and he lost his match with Tyler. He smiled, slyly. "I guess I'm gonna hit the hay." "Yeah, yeah ... you're just a sore loser," Tyler chuckled, placing his hand on Cole's back and squeezing his shoulder blade. "Yeah ... well ... maybe you're right; THIS time, at least," Cole laughed, scratching his balls through his sweats, "but I'm gonna want a rematch one of these days." Leaning forward and laying his game controller on the coffee table, he added, "Ryan, are you coming up to bed yet?" Grinning broadly, from the arm of the couch next to his boyfriend, Ryan answered, "Um, sure, Cole." He slid off the arm to his feet. "'Night everybody." "Have fun," Chris laughed, drawing comments from Cole and Ryan, and snickers from the rest of us guys. "Tyler, I bet you can't beat me, like you just did Cole." "Dream on, bro," Tyler said confidently. "You don't have a chance!" It seemed like Chris and Tyler were going to be controlling the PS2 for a while, so Eric suggested we call it a night, too. We said goodnight to Chris and Tyler, and were heading up the stairs, when I had a thought. "Hey guys ... how about we spend a few minutes in the hot tub, before going to bed?" "Sounds like fun to me," Devon agreed. "Yeah, it sure does. I was only in it that one time," Eric added. "But won't it be cold out there tonight?" I laughed. "Probably ... but Josh told me, once, a guy doesn't really know what feeling good is until he's spent some time in the hot tub when it's cold outside. And he ought to know, I guess." "I suppose," Eric answered, somewhat hesitantly. But moments later, when the four of us were standing next to the outdoor spa, Eric was the first to bend down to lift off the lid. "Brrrrr, it IS gonna be cold out here!" "That's half the fun of it," Devon stated, as we leaned the fiberglass lid against the wall of the pool building. Obviously, he had been in the hot tub in cold weather before. Immediately, he stripped off his sweatshirt. Though the light was dim where we were, I still thought I could see goosebumps forming on his tanned chest, as he laughed and wrapped his arms around himself. "Last one in the water has to suck my cock!" All of us scrambled to get out of our clothes, though, actually, I think any of us would have been happy to suck-off our friend. David tried to pull off his jeans over the top of his shoes, and the legs got stuck. Fortunately for him, I guess, he lost the little race. Anyway, David was still struggling with his jeans and shoes, as the rest of us lowered our bodies into the steaming water. "Hey, David ... grab a few towels for us, okay?" I asked, after he'd finally managed to take off his jeans. "Sure," he laughed, hurrying in the direction of the locker room. His naked, brown butt disappeared through the door to the swimming pool. Moments later, after dropping an armload of towels on the ground beside the hot tub, he set the timer, before climbing into the pool beside us. "This DOES feel awesome!" Eric exclaimed, popping out of the water for a few seconds. He allowed the cold air, and light breeze, to chill his wet torso, before sliding back under the frothing waves. "It sure does!" I agreed, honestly surprised. I lay back in the steaming foam until my feet lifted off the bottom, bringing my chest and the tops of my legs partway out of the water. I reached behind myself and grabbed hold of the lip of the hot tub, as my skin broke out in goosebumps ... even the skin underwater. Immediately, blood started pumping into my dick, making it stand up, rock hard. It popped out of the water for a second, before falling onto my belly. "Fuckin' amazing!" The four of us enjoyed the pleasant, contrasting sensations of cold and hot against our naked skin for a while, and, without warning, I felt lips encircle my throbbing penis. Without looking to see who they belonged to, I recognized the sucking action as Eric's. "Yeah, man!" I cooed, shivering all over. Eric redoubled his already impressive efforts, lowering his face on my seven inches. I felt the tip of my manhood press against the back of his throat. "Oh, shit!" Devon's high-pitched, little boy voice cried out from my right side. I glanced in his direction, and saw David's dark brown, Hispanic body hunched over Devon's midsection. One of his hands was under Devon's slim butt ... helping hold him up, I guess ... and he seemed to be cradling Devon's hard cocklet between his teeth. David laughed for a second, before going all the way down on our still prepubescent friend, sucking him hard, from what I could tell. Suddenly, I felt Eric's hands fondling my inner thighs, before his thumb pressed firmly against my ass hole. I moaned, causing Eric to glance toward my face. His eyes met mine for a second, and he seemed to smile, as I relaxed my sphincter. When his thumb entered me, I was in heaven; let me tell you! "Fuck, David ... you're gonna make me cum!" Devon exclaimed. His body must have tensed up with his dry climax, because he began to sink. He floundered around for a moment, before finding a seat. "Fuckin' A," he added softly. "Glad you liked it, Dev," David laughed. And straddling Devon's hairless body with his hairy legs, the older twin sat in Devon's lap. They began to kiss, passionately. "Hey, Eric, if I didn't know better, I'd say those two guys sorta like having fun with each other," I commented, with a smile, as Eric pulled out his thumb and pressed it back into me again. He glanced in the direction of our two friends for a second, while letting my pulsing dick slip from between his lips. "I wonder why?" he chuckled, kneeling on the floor of the hot tub, beside my legs. My penis wanted to cum SO bad ... and when Eric took my dick in his hand, pumping it furiously, I felt cum enter the base of my shaft. In no time, I was unloading high into the air, as the wonderful feelings of an amazing orgasm mingled with the sensations of cold air and hot water. I shivered from head to toe ... fuck, it felt so good! Josh had been right ... he usually always was, I guess ... spending time in the Jacuzzi, on a cold autumn night, was nothing short of unbelievable. While neither David nor Eric shot outside in the hot tub that night, I had a sneaking feeling that situation would be remedied before we called it a day. Damn, it's great being a boy! *** I'm going to end chapter 21 with those words. I hope all of you enjoyed reading it! A lot happened in my life while I was trying to write this chapter. For one thing, I found out that my job is being eliminated by the beginning of summer. That weighed heavily on me as I tried to write, giving me writer's block (something I'm all too familiar with, sad to say! lol). Hey, if any of you guys need the services of a top notch photographer ... or know of anyone who does ... send me an email! (fotogme11@yahoo.com) Have camera, will travel! I hope all of you have an awesome week! Greg If you would like to join the Yahoo! Group for my stories, you can do that here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ill_suck_you/join And if you've never 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.