Date: Fri, 30 Jan 2009 02:13:54 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 21


Us Guys

By:  Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Proofreader and Story Consultant:  Steve

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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.

***

Thanks to those of you who emailed me after chapter twenty.  I'm really
glad that no one thought I went overboard with the sex scene between Jared
and Devon.  They are a very hot pair of brothers.

***

Chapter Twenty-One

(It's Ryan again!)

I knew myself pretty well; I shot right away.  But I defy any thirteen-year
old guy who'd just seen what I'd witnessed ... and who was fucking a
friend, to boot ... to hold his cum longer.

When Devon was able, he lifted his head to watch me, while reaching for his
stiff prick.  "Unh-uh, let me," I told my friend, capturing his
finger-sized penis in my left hand.

Jared plopped on the bed beside us.  His bright blue eyes darted between
his brother's face, my hand and my face.  And of course, like any normal
fifteen year old boy would do, Jared monitored the on-screen activities on
an almost constant basis, too.  Everything in the bedroom had happened so
fast; the trio in the video seemed to just be getting started while we were
finishing up.  But I seriously doubted if they were enjoying themselves
half as much as we had ... and still were.

"Jared!" Mrs. Myers called in a loud voice.  "Your dad needs you."

Jared rolled his eyes.  "Okay, Ma ... I'll be right down."  But he was in
no hurry to get up.

"Ryan, be sure to keep fucking me when you give me the feeling," Devon
instructed.  "Sometimes Jared forgets."

"Okay," I replied. I hadn't realized it, but my cock HAD stopped moving.  I
pulled it out and thrust forward, starting a new rhythm.

"JARED ... RIGHT NOW!"

"Coming, Mom," Jared hollered, quickly slipping off of the bed and into his
bib overalls.  Smiling as he rushed toward the door, Jared added, "See you
later, Ryan."  He slammed the door behind himself.

"You bet," I yelled loudly at the closed door, really meaning what I said.
Jared could be a fun guy when he wanted.  And after this weekend, maybe
he'd want to be that way around me more often.  As Jared thundered down the
stairs, I turned my full attention to Devon, rubbing my right hand over his
smooth, boyish chest while continuing to jack him with my left.  All of a
sudden, I felt something wet against my fingers.  "Stop peeing on me,
Devon."

"What do you mean?" Devon asked with a laugh.  "I'm not peeing."

"Well, it can't be cum," I stated authoritatively.  "Your balls haven't
dropped yet."  That was the ONE day of Health Class I'd paid attention to
last year.  I lifted my fingers and held them so both Devon and I could
see.  "It's clear; it sort of looks like pre-cum."

I took hold of Devon's cocklet, milking a little more of the clear liquid
from it.  And then I began jacking my friend in earnest.  Moment later,
when Devon had his orgasm, a very small amount squirted from his slit.

"It felt better than usual that time!" Devon exclaimed with a big grin.

I had stopped thrusting, but Devon didn't seem to care.  He sat up and I
showed him my hand with a little clear liquid on it, and pointed out the
drop still oozing from his slit.  Both of us were sure Devon's penis would
start growing rapidly now ... like mine had.  How wrong we were!  We found
out later that many guys can make pre-cum well before they really enter
puberty.  But sadly, unless they started jacking off before puberty
... which most guys I know, hadn't ... they never realize it.

"Make it happen again, Ryan," Devon said.  "I wanna see it this time."

Try as I might ... and I really, REALLY tried ... Devon's balls stubbornly
refused to release any more of their clear nectar.  I came in Devon's ass
again, though; and my friend had three dry orgasms ... so all wasn't lost,
I suppose.  When we were finished, Devon put the DVD in its case and slid
it under his brother's mattress.

"Devon," I began, "that video of Jared's is hot.  I'm really glad you guys
let me see it."

"Any time," Devon laughed.  "You know all about our little secret, now."

"Yeah," I agreed before continuing.  "But Devon ... seeing you with Jared's
cock down your throat was way hotter!"

Devon laughed again.  "You think?"

"WAY hotter," I reiterated, and Devon beamed with pride.  After pulling on
shorts, we played video games for a while, and then Devon decided to saddle
up his horse and ride home with me.

I happened to be looking at the front lawn, as we were about to leave the
Myers' house.  Most of the short grass had turned brown in the late summer
drought ... except for a couple of semicircles of sickly, yellowish green.
There was a larger one in front of the boy's bedroom windows and a smaller
one on the other side of the house.  I'll never think of the words
'watering the lawn' in the same way again!

Later that afternoon, Josh left a message on Cole's phone ... asking him
when he'd be working at the sporting goods store.  And on Tuesday, after
school, my brothers and I bought a couple of large tents for the
photography club's trip to Aspen the coming weekend.  I sure wished I could
go with them!

(Chris takes up the narrative.)

It takes a lot to get teenagers excited.  But getting a day off school
because of teachers' meeting is a good start.  Besides that, however, the
photography club wouldn't have classes on Friday, and we were driving to a
place none of us had been before.  There was a ton of excitement in the Art
Room as the club meeting was called to order on Tuesday night.

Tim introduced Mrs. Jackson to the club.  She was the short,
salt-and-pepper haired school board member who would be driving us.

"Let's skip the formalities, okay?"  The athletic-looking woman greeted all
of us with a big smile.  "My name's Ann; and even though I'm probably older
than most of your mothers, I'm just a student photographer, learning like
the rest of you."  Right away everyone in the club ... especially Jenne,
who had been SERIOUSLY outnumbered ... took to the woman's friendliness and
down-home attitude.  Having a stuffy school board member along on the trip
could have been a major disappointment, but Ann seemed like a fun woman.

"We're going to spend all meeting planning the trip," Ben indicated,
standing to his feet.  An atlas and several other papers were spread on the
table before him.  "First ... and most important ... is everybody's camera
in good working order?"

We all seemed to think ours were.

"Be sure you're really familiar with HOW your camera works," Tim added,
"especially if it's brand new."

"And I'd bring along the instruction manual, if I were you," Ben stated.
"I hate to say it; but more than once, I've had to refer to mine out in the
field."

We spent the next half-hour, or so, discussing the roads we would be taking
... on the trip to, and back from, Aspen.  Since she would be driving the
van, Ann wanted to go one way, but Dad insisted on another.  The two of
them had quite a discussion, but Dad won out in the end.  Ann didn't seem
to be happy with the decision, however.

We set a meeting time of seven-thirty on Friday morning.  Since the high
school parking lot would be starting to fill by then, and buses would
already be unloading other kids, Ann suggested we meet at the school
district headquarters building, and gave all of us the address.  That
settled, Ben distributed checklists for all of us to use.  And Tim
volunteered to pick up any of the club members who didn't have a car, or
some other way to get there.

By the time the meeting adjourned, everybody was unbelievably pumped about
the trip.  Now ... we only had to make it until Friday morning.  Easier
said than done.  Wednesday and Thursday were two of the slowest days of my
life!  Wednesday, after school, Tyler and I helped our dads load a Suburban
with all our gear, except the cameras and clothes.  And the whole family
was planning to attend the middle school football game on Thursday night
... even though it was an away game.  Anything to help make the minutes
pass by faster!

As we gathered around the counter for an early supper, late Thursday
afternoon, Kaiden spoke up.  "Damn, Chris ... you and Tyler are so lucky!"

"Yeah," Ryan agreed between bites of food.  "I sure wish I could go with
you guys."

Tim, who was on the stool between my two younger brothers, ruffled both
their heads of shaggy hair at the same time.  "I think I know just how you
two feel," he empathized with their situation.  "And I wish we could take
you with us."

"I could fit in that big duffel bag of yours, Dad," Kaiden suggested with a
wheedling grin.  It was one I'd seen him use many times, to good effect, on
both Mom and Dad.  Dad DID have an enormous duffel bag on wheels that he
used once in a great while.  Heck ... BOTH Kaiden and Ryan could have
probably stuffed themselves into it.

"It's big enough; that's for sure," Dad laughed.  Then he thought for a
moment.  "I'll make a deal with you, Kaiden.  You and Ryan stay behind, and
help Josh and Tina run the J bar A.  And I'll plan something extra-special
with just the two of you when we get back."

"What?" Ryan asked excitedly.

Dad laughed again.  "Give me some time to think about it, son.  But I
promise you'll both enjoy it, whatever it turns out to be."

That seemed to satisfy both Kaiden and Ryan.  At least, they didn't bring
it up again that night.  Not that I knew about, at least.

It had to have been the longest football game on record for the Boulder
Valley School District!  I'm sure it lasted five or six hours, and to make
things worse, our guys lost, too.  After the two-hour drive back to the
middle school, it took another hour to get to the ranch.  We arrived home
at seven-thirty that evening.

Okay, okay ... maybe I exaggerated, just a LITTLE bit ... but now you know
how slowly time was passing for me.

Of course, Tyler was in the same predicament.  When we finally got home
from the game, my boyfriend and I packed our clothes ... including coats,
gloves and caps ... and camera gear per the checklist Ben had given us on
Tuesday night.

"Did we forget anything?" Tyler asked, running his long index finger down
the list for the umpteenth time.

"I don't think so," I answered, zipping my duffel bag closed and dropping
it near the door.  "Unless, maybe this."  I wrapped my arms around Tyler
and planted a wet kiss on his cheek.  "I don't think I've given you one of
these, yet today."

Tyler laughed, letting the papers drop to the floor.  "Or one of these."

Playfully, my lover pushed me back onto the bed before falling across my
body, where his lips found mine.  Wow ... Tyler and I should have skipped
the football game and made out all evening.  Seconds after we began ... or
so it seemed ... someone was knocking on our door.  I glanced at the clock
and couldn't believe what it read!

Pulling his lips away from mine, Tyler called out, "Come in."

Tim stuck his head around the door.  As his eyes fell upon our intertwined
bodies, he smiled broadly.  "I just wanted to be sure you guys had
everything ready to go in the morning," he said.

"Yep, Dad," I replied.  "We're all ready."

"Good," he smiled again.  "You two had better hit the showers and turn in.
It's almost ten and we've got a busy day in front of us, tomorrow.  You'll
need to get up quite a bit earlier than usual in the morning.  Since we
have to pick up Kenji and Brad, we'll need to leave NO LATER than
six-thirty ... and six-fifteen would be a lot better."

"We'll be ready to go with time to spare," I promised.  "G'night, Dad."

"Goodnight, boys," Dad responded.  Pausing in the doorway, he shook his
head before adding, "The two of you make quite a couple."  Dad was very
perceptive ... for an adult.  "Tyler, I haven't said this in a while, but
you're an amazing guy ..."  He paused briefly, and I thought to myself, Dad
didn't know the half.  Then Tim spoiled it by continuing, " ... to love a
guy - like - Chris ..."

Dad emphasized the last three words and shrugged his shoulders ... like he
never thought I'd find a person who would love me.

"Thanks loads, Dad," I commented, sarcastically.

"Any time, son," Dad replied cheerily.  But rather than leave, he crossed
the room and sat on the bed next to us.  "I love you both with all my
heart," he added sincerely, before giving both Tyler and me a fatherly hug.
"Now you two had better get that shower ... and make it a good one.  It'll
be the last for a few days."

"Okay," Tyler said, standing as Tim walked towards the door.  "Love ya',
Dad."

I'm sure it was the most thorough shower I'd ever given ... or gotten!  We
washed every square inch of each other's bodies at least twice ... and the
important parts more than that.  Talk about being primed and ready to
shoot!  I brought Tyler right to the brink a couple of times and he did the
same for me.  Even after drying off, both our cocks were seriously hard and
throbbing like crazy.

Tyler and I followed Dad's instructions and went right to bed, but we
didn't go to sleep ... not for a little while, at least.  After he'd turned
off the ceiling light, Tyler said he wanted to dock with me.  And of
course, I'd never turn down an opportunity like that!  Enough light
filtered through our windows from the back yard, that we could just make
out each other's tanned forms, as we lay side-by-side.

We fumbled around for a few seconds before I turned on a bedside lamp.
"Much better!" I exclaimed.  And rolling next to my lover, I pointed my
dick toward him.  I was SO horny; my whole body shivered when Tyler rolled
his long, silky foreskin over my swollen head.  "Shit!" I cried out.

Tyler wanted me to do the jacking, and I put my all into the task.  Both my
lover and I were SO primed.  Less than a minute after I began, Tyler's body
began to writhe as he sucked in his incredibly sexy stomach.  A few seconds
later, he gasped, held his breath and busted his nut.  The warm cream
squished around both of our heads.  And even though I knew Tyler's cock
head always got really sensitive after an orgasm, I couldn't help myself.
I had to squeeze tighter.

"Oh, fuck ... oh, fuck ... oh fuck," Tyler moaned loudly, his body writhing
more.

I couldn't believe the sensations when I came gallons, moments later.  I
started to slack off the tempo, but Tyler wrapped his hand tightly around
mine, jacking furiously.  He was gonna cum again ... AWESOME!  And as we
pulled apart, our super-sensitive cocks ever-so-slowly deflating, Tyler and
I slurped and licked the jizz from each other's body.  I clicked off the
lamp, and contented beyond belief, Tyler and I fell asleep in each other's
arms.

Amazingly, we were both awake just before the alarm rang on Friday morning.
Immediately, excitement over the unknown filled my body.  While I wasn't
sure what would be happening during the next few days, I knew beyond a
doubt it would be fun!  And my boyfriend and I threw on a few clothes
before heading downstairs, where Tina was busy preparing breakfast.  No one
else had made it to the kitchen yet.

"I thought you guys might like something good to eat, before you head off
to points unknown," Tina laughed.  Bacon was frying in a large cast iron
skillet and the aroma was heavenly!

"You bet we would!" Tyler exclaimed, pouring glasses of orange juice for
himself and me.  "Thanks, Mom."

Whistling, Ben came through the back door, wearing microfiber cargo pants
... the kind with zip-off lower legs ... a form fitting, camouflage t-shirt
and a wide brimmed khaki hat.  "Morning, boys ... morning, Tina," he said
cheerily, planting a gentle kiss on Tina's cheek.

"You're in a good mood this morning," Tina stated with half a smile.

"I can't help but be," Ben answered, pouring himself a glass of orange
juice and taking a swallow.  "This is going to be a great day; I can feel
it in my bones."

"Uh-oh ... you boys had better watch out, when he starts using his skeleton
to predict the future!" Tina smiled, while Ben just shook his head.  There
was probably a story behind that comment, but neither Ben nor Tina came
forward with the details that morning.

Tina dipped the sizzling bacon strips out of the grease and placed them on
paper towels to drain.  Then, after pouring the excess liquid into a
stainless steel canister, she cracked several eggs into a large bowl.

"How hungry are you guys this morning?" Tina asked, just as Tim and Josh
came through the kitchen door.

"Starving!" Josh declared.  "It sure smells good, Tina."

With a smile, Tina cracked several more eggs in the bowl, whisked them and
poured the yellow liquid into the skillet.  In a few minutes, she placed a
large bowl of fluffy scrambled eggs on the counter.  Both Kaiden and Ryan
came downstairs just as the early shift was finishing up, and Tina made
fresh scrambled eggs for them.

"I hope you guys have a fun time," Kaiden stated when Tyler and I came back
through the kitchen lugging our packed duffel bags.

"Thanks, bro," I said, dropping my overfilled bag and camera case near the
door.  "I'll take a few shots especially for you."

"What about me?" Ryan wondered.

"For you too, Ryan," I added, causing Ryan's face to break out in a big
smile.

"Cool!" he replied.

"Are you boys all ready to go?" Tim asked moments later.  He was carrying a
good-sized duffel bag and an armload of camera gear.

"Yep," Tyler answered.  "Just say the word."

Dad dropped his load next to ours and walked behind the stools where my
youngest two brothers were sitting, finishing their breakfast.  Wrapping an
arm around each of them, Tim hugged Kaiden and Ryan to his sides.  "You two
be good while we're gone," my father said, before adding, "I love both of
you."  Then he kissed Josh, and the two of them hugged like they wouldn't
be seeing each other again for a very long time, not just an extended
weekend.

"Have fun, Tim," Josh commented to the man he loved, before turning to
Tyler and me.  "And you two ... don't let Tim get into TOO much trouble!"

We all had a good laugh.

"We'd better get a move on," Ben stated, popping through the back door.
"All my stuff is loaded."  Ben walked to where Tina was seated and kissed
the back of her neck.  "Love you, Honey," he said.

"See you in a few days," Tina answered with a smile for her husband.

With a final goodbye, we collected our bags and loaded them into the back
of the Suburban.  I sure hoped the school van was big, because we had a TON
of gear.

After an eternity of waiting, this trip was finally about to begin!

***

Well, this looks like a good spot to end chapter twenty-one.  I hope all of
you enjoyed reading it!

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"I'll Suck You"  Final Post Date: June 25, 2007
"I've Got the Best Family"  Final Post Date: May 23, 2008

Have a great week, guys!  Greg