Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2009 01:59:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 24

Us Guys

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

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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.

***

Thanks for your email after chapter twenty-three, guys.  I always enjoy
hearing from you!  It's hard to believe this makes two dozen chapters of
"Us Guys".  They say time flies when you're having fun, and the past six
months have gone by in a flash.  And I've been thoroughly enjoying the
adventures of the guys.  I hope you have been, too.

Steve and I have another photography and research trip coming up next month
... this time to his home state of Arizona.  I'm hoping for some good
photos and a lot of material to use as I continue this story.  Hopefully,
it will make for good reading.

***

Chapter Twenty-four

(Chris continues with the story.)

As we approached the community of Aspen, I noticed several things:

First: while scores of luxury homes perched on the sides of the mountains
... some in very unlikely looking places ... apparently, its residents
hadn't always been wealthy.  At road level were a number of humble
dwellings, but they were in the process of being replaced by new, expensive
construction.  Second: the aspen-covered mountainsides surrounding the town
were dotted with ski slopes.  Maybe we'd get to come back in the winter.
While I'd never tried any winter sports before, I had seen people
snowboarding on TV, and it looked like a whole lot of fun.  Skiing might be
all right too, I guess.  And third: our cell phones beeped to let us know
we had coverage.  Everybody made a call or two, to let family and friends
know how our trip was going, so far.

We filled up the van's gas tank in Aspen.  And while gas was selling for
around two dollars a gallon in Boulder, it was well over three out here.
Fortunately, I wasn't paying for it, since the van had a large tank!

After pulling the side door closed, and as he slid into his seat, Tim
glanced at his watch.  "It's almost six," he commented before fastening his
seat belt.  "We might JUST have enough time to get the tents set up before
the sun goes down ... if we keep moving."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Ben said, and Ann agreed as she maneuvered the
large vehicle onto the main thruway that bisected the artsy community of
Aspen from east to west.

After driving through town ... Aspen wasn't a very large place, in spite of
all the stores in the downtown area ... we turned onto the Forest Service
road that would take us to our campground.  And ten or fifteen minutes
later, we turned left off the road into the Silver Queen Campground.  It
was very small, and a couple of tents and vehicles were already there for
the night. We had been given sites two and three when Dad made the
reservations, and immediately we began setting up our camp in the deep
shadows of the looming mountains.

It was already chilly out, and everybody put on the extra layer we'd taken
off when we left Independence Pass.  While technically the sun hadn't set
as we emptied the van and spread out the three tents, we were working in
semidarkness by the time we finished.  The campground hadn't modernized to
the point of having electric lights yet, so while we were working, Ben lit
a couple of propane lanterns that helped us see what we were doing.

Ben and Tim would sleep in one of the three man backpacking tents we had
used this past summer, while Ann and Jenne were going to share a taller
medium-sized tent ... one of the new ones we'd just bought.  The rest of us
would be sleeping in a large, blue and orange dome tent.  All five of us
guys fit easily into our home away from home ... even with our gear ... but
Jenne and Ann had brought a TON of stuff with them.  The hangtag on the
duffel bag said their tent would sleep four.  But if the two of them were
any indication of how all women packed for a long weekend, it was sure a
good thing we didn't have another female member in the club!

Jenne poked her head out of her tent, eyeing our larger tent enviously.
"You guys wouldn't want to switch with Ann and me, would you?" she asked.
"It's so crowded in here!"

Brad, who was walking by the women's tent on the way to the van, laughed.
"No," he answered matter-of-factly.  "Why do women need so much stuff,
anyway?"  It did seem like the two of them and the five of us had almost
the same amount of gear.

"I just brought the things on Ben's list," Jenne replied defensively, "and
a few bare necessities that he left off.  I need to look good, in case we
meet a cute forest ranger."

Brad laughed again while shaking his head.  "You're just like my sister."

"I'm gonna take that as a compliment," Jenne said with a smile of her own.

"That's how I meant it," Brad responded dryly ... although I was pretty
sure that wasn't the truth.

Anyway, everyone finished setting up his or her housekeeping while Ben laid
the wood for our campfire.  In a minute or two, the kindling was loudly
popping and crackling as the orange flames began to lap at the wood.  Soon,
Ben had a roaring fire built.

"Chris," Dad began, "you and Tyler help me with this food."

"Okay, Dad," Tyler answered.

"I thought BEN was your dad," Kenji commented in Tyler's direction,
picking-up on Tyler's slip of the tongue.

"He is," Tyler laughed.  "It's a lo-ong story, Kenji ... but Tim treats me
like his son, too."  He paused for a moment.  "One of these days, when
you've got a few hours, Chris and I will tell you all about us."  My
boyfriend laughed again while shaking his head.  "Somebody could probably
write a book about our family."

That explanation seemed to satisfy Kenji, and we spent the next few minutes
setting up a small camp table next to the coolers, loading it with food.
In a few minutes, we were roasting hotdogs over the open fire.  None of us
had eaten since the early fast food lunch we'd had back in Dillon ... it
seemed like that was ages ago, now ... and the wieners and chips really hit
the spot with all of us.

After our evening meal was over, everyone was forced to check out the
restroom facilities ... if you could call them that.  I won't go into
detail, but suffice it to say; I doubted if anyone would be doing much
resting in the tiny, unpainted wooden buildings!

Marc took out his guitar after we'd cleaned up all the mess from supper.
And as we huddled around the campfire, enjoying the warmth it provided, he
began to pick out a soulful tune.  Our friend was like a different person
... a really special person ... with a guitar in his hands.  For the rest
of the evening, the quiet, almost shy, Marc let his music speak for him.
He was more than just okay on the guitar; Marc was really good!

The campground had five or six campsites.  And after Marc got going strong,
almost all the other campers pulled up chairs around our fire.  We enjoyed
singing together, or just listening to Marc play and sing some of the old
ballads from the sixties and seventies.  It was a fun hour or two, before
the raindrops began to fall.

"Everybody, let's call it a night," Tim stated urgently as we scurried
about, folding up our chairs.  "Get your camera gear ready tonight, and be
sure to set your alarms, because the van leaves at six-fifteen."  With a
smile on his face, he turned to Brad.  "That's six-fifteen SHARP, Brad,"
Dad added, ruffling our skater friend's longish hair.

"I get the hint," Brad answered with a lopsided grin.

Damn ... it was going to be another early morning!  By the time we had
loaded a couple of coolers into the van the rain was falling harder, and
everyone quickly headed to his or her tent.

I had never taken photography in the rain, but I doubted if it would be
much fun.  "Fuck ... this rain's going to spoil everything!" I exclaimed,
zipping the door closed behind me while a couple of guys clicked on
fluorescent lanterns.  Large drops were pelting steadily on the rain fly
covering our tent.

"Not EVERYthing," Brad laughed.  "Did you remember to bring your laptop,
Kenji?"

"Yeah ... I've got it right here," the slight, Oriental boy answered while
rummaging through his duffel bag.

"Cool!" Brad replied with a big smile.  "My brother burned this CD for us.
I think you guys are gonna enjoy it!"

Kenji powered-up his notebook while the rest of us gathered around on the
spread out sleeping bags.  As soon as the computer was running, Brad handed
our friend the CD.  Kenji inserted it part way into the laptop and a motor
sucked it into the machine with a whirring sound.  The temperature inside
the tent had been chilly; I guess it still was ... but after Kenji opened a
couple of folders and clicked on the first icon, suddenly nobody noticed!

"Fuck!" Marc exclaimed, brown eyes as big as saucers, and I agreed with his
sentiments completely!

In fact, FIVE sets of eyes were glued to the image on the computer screen
... a shot of a college-aged man and woman holding hands while standing
side by side in knee-deep water.  Nothing unusual about that ... but I
guess it was probably because they weren't wearing swimsuits that the photo
grabbed everybody's attention.  The brown-haired woman had a good tan
... except for where her bikini would usually be ... small breasts and a
full bush between her legs, while the tanned, athletic man's dark blonde
pubes ... which were a couple of shades darker than the hair on his head
... had been trimmed back some.  He had a big smile on his face as he
looked at the woman ... probably because his long, fat cock was pointing
straight out in front of him.  It looked like the pair had fun on their
minds.

Five teenage penises were suddenly erect and throbbing.  As we adjusted our
packages, the first image faded into the second.  This one was a shot of a
mud wrestling competition between a couple of short, thin, dark haired
guys.  They were grappling in the nude when the photo was taken, and the
guy on the left seemed to have the upper hand.  Their pubes, limp cocks and
balls ... like most of the rest of their bodies ... were almost completely
covered in a light colored mud.  A crowd of spectators had gathered behind
them in the darkened room, while a couple of naked guys, who I guessed were
the next competitors, stood to one side with their hands covering their
cocks.

"Shit ... I gotta jack off," Brad exclaimed in a muffled voice.

"Me, too," I added right away.  I'd gone all day without cumming, and was
dying for release.  I was afraid I might have to wait until after lights
out to take care of business.

Brad rooted around in his duffel bag, pulling out an old, white sock.

"What's that for?" Kenji asked, fingering the obvious shape of his
denim-covered pole.

Brad laughed as he unzipped his baggy jeans and fished around in his boxers
for his dick.  He slipped the sock over his penis before I could really get
a good look at it.  "Dude ... to take care of the mess," Brad replied, like
he thought ALL guys would have a cum sock.  "I always jack off into one."

Slowly, each of the twenty or twenty-five slides resolved into the next.
And before we were a third of the way through them, all of us were jacking
off like crazy, into socks like Brad was.  Most of the photos were of
women, but while Brad's older brother might not have been thinking about it
when he burned the CD, he'd included enough guys in the shots to keep
everyone happy.

And I gotta tell you, ALL of us were happy as we began to shoot our loads.
While I'd have rather been unloading in Tyler's mouth, jacking off into a
sock wasn't a bad way to do it.  Brad was right; it did take care of all
the mess ... and the rough texture of the sock I used felt really good
against my cock head, too.

After we'd all had our release and tossed the cum socks into a pile in the
middle of the tent, where they'd be within easy reach for the next time,
Kenji shut down his laptop.  "I need to save the battery for later," he
laughed.

"Yeah ... we've got two more nights," Tyler agreed while buttoning up his
fly.  He took a right and left hand mummy bag and began to mate the bottom
zippers together.

"What are you doing there?" Marc asked.

"It's gonna get cold out here tonight," Tyler answered.  "And it's warmer
in a sleeping bag if somebody else is in there with you.  Chris and I found
that out when we were up in the mountains last summer."

"You mean you two guys SLEPT together ... in the same sleeping bag?" Kenji
asked, shaking his head.

"Sure," I answered in a manner of fact voice.  "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing, I guess," Kenji said.  "It's just ..."

"It's just that Kenji brought a big sleeping bag for himself," Brad
finished our slightly-built friend's thought.  Kenji had brought an
enormous, khaki-colored, hunter's rectangular sleeping bag with him, while
the rest of us would be using mummy bags that we'd brought from the J bar
A.  "Marc, do you want to put together the other two bags like Tyler is
doing?"

"Um ..." the tall, slender, brown-haired boy answered in a halting voice,
"... if it's REALLY warmer, then I GUESS it'd be okay.

"Well, Chris and Tyler say it is," Brad replied.  "And I've never been
camping before."

"Me either," Marc commented.

While Brad and Marc were debating whether to sleep together, Kenji had
taken off his shoes and unzipped his large, thick, red and black flannel
lined bag.  He began to crawl into it.

"Are you going to sleep in all your clothes?" I asked, shaking my head.

"Sure ... won't it be warmer that way?" he asked while pulling the
heavy-looking top flap over his body.

"Maybe so," Tyler admitted.  "I've never tried sleeping like that in a
sleeping bag."  He turned to Marc and Brad, who had finally decided to
sleep together.  "I think you'll be warmer in your underwear, though."

As Tyler tried to give our friends a camping lesson, I was stripping down
to my boxer briefs.

"I'm okay sleeping with Marc," Brad snickered.  "As long as he doesn't try
to get TOO weird on me."

All five of us laughed, and even in the shadowy interior of our tent, I
thought I could see Marc blushing.  The night air at this high altitude was
already cold against my bare chest, as I slithered into the double mummy
bag.  Quickly, I pulled the top up to my chin.  Fuck, the slick material
was cold at first!  And then I felt some scratchy dried cum from this
summer against my belly.  I smiled to myself; Josh or Tim was going to have
to clean our mummy bags one of these days!  I couldn't help but wonder if
there was any cum in the bags Brad and Marc were using.  Probably, there
was.

I lay in my sleeping bag watching Marc, Brad and Tyler undress, while the
five of us wondered aloud what tomorrow would hold in store for us.  Kenji
set an alarm clock, and Tyler turned out the camp lanterns after everybody
else had climbed into his sleeping bag.  Then he joined me.  In the
blackness of a night without electric lights, while all of us talked about
the slide presentation from earlier in the evening, my lover and I hugged.

"Damn, I need a cum sock again!" Kenji exclaimed in a muffled voice.  He
groped around in the darkness for a little while, before declaring, "I
found them.  Does anybody else need one?"

Surprise of surprises, he had four takers!  And moments later, the
unmistakable sound of five hands jacking off inside sleeping bags filled
the tent.  Music to any red-blooded American boy's ears.  I don't know how
Brad and Marc took care of business, but Tyler and I jacked each other off.
While the cold, damp sock didn't feel all that inviting around my throbbing
dick at first, Tyler soon warmed it up.  And I got even hornier ... if that
was possible ... wondering whose cum was lubricating my cock.

As I stroked Tyler, he began to pant loudly, and I could feel his body
writhing beside mine.  Fuck ... he's such a sexy guy!  Even though I
couldn't see anything, I could imagine his tanned, naked body squirming.  I
jacked him faster and harder.

"Oh, shit!" Tyler exclaimed between moans.

His climax must have been unbelievable, the way his body shook, and moments
later he gave me an orgasm I'd never forget.  We were continuing with a
tradition we began back in July: always initiate a campsite with an orgasm
or two.  It's something we've continued to this day ... and I, for one,
plan to keep it up for as long as I live!

Suddenly, I felt sleepy; it HAD been a long and eventful day.  The rain had
slowed to a gentle patter, and to the soothing noises of raindrops pelting
on the roof of our tent and the waters of Maroon Creek babbling nearby, I
gave my brother a silent kiss.  And cradled in Tyler's strong arms, I
drifted off to sleep.

Saturday morning ... if you could call it morning, since it was still pitch
black ... came WAY too soon!  I was warm and toasty in the sleeping bag
next to my lover, and the last thing I felt like doing was trading those
cozy confines for the cold interior of the tent.  Dad told us before we
turned in that we needed to be considerate of the other campers, and keep
the noise level down in the early mornings.

Someone clicked on a lantern, and suddenly the dim light seemed as bright
as the sun.  Moments later ... after his eyes adjusted, I guess ... Kenji
cried out softly, "Shit!  Shit!  Shit!"

Glancing in his direction, I noticed he'd thrown back his sleeping bag and
was bare-chested.  Quickly, he slithered into a couple of shirts.

"I thought you were gonna sleep in your clothes," Tyler said groggily from
beside me, while rubbing his eyes.

As Kenji hurriedly dressed, he answered, "I woke up in the middle of the
night and was cold.  So I decided to try it your way, Tyler."  He pulled on
a gray hoodie with the C.U. logo on the front.  "You were right; it doesn't
make sense, but it IS a lot warmer if you aren't wearing much.  But it's
sure cold getting dressed!"

While Tyler and Kenji were talking, Marc unzipped the sleeping bag he was
sharing with Brad.  As he sat up, Marc threw the top completely off of Brad
... who still appeared to be sound asleep on his stomach.  After yawning
loudly, our tall, slim friend quickly began to pull several shirts over his
head, before drawing his thin legs out of the bag.  After finding a clean
pair of low-cut, faded denim-colored briefs in his duffel, Marc slipped
yesterday's pair down his legs.  Even in the shadowy interior of the tent,
I could see that he was sporting a good-sized piece of bent, morning wood.

"It looks like I'm not the only one who wishes it wasn't so cold in here,
and we had more time this morning," I laughed, slipping several layers of
clothes over my head.

"Yeah," Marc agreed.  "But right now, I gotta piss so bad I almost can't
stand it!"  I could relate to that, too.  Marc pulled on a pair of shoes
without socks.  And leaving the laces dangling, he began to unzip the front
door of the tent.  Kenji was right behind him.  Marc shone his flashlight
outside.  "Fuck!  We've got snow out here."

"No way!" Tyler exclaimed quietly, spraying some deodorant under each arm.
He glanced out the open door before tossing the can to me.  "The Right
Guard's freezing," Tyler added in my direction.

"It looks like a couple of inches," Kenji advised in a low voice.  He left
the front door hanging open as he rushed off towards the outhouse behind
Marc.

From the way he was lying, it looked like Brad had been scrunched down in
their sleeping bag, before Marc had thrown back the cover.  And he still
seemed to be asleep; his head was turned to one side and drool had made a
wet stain beneath his partly open mouth.  He mumbled something as he rolled
onto his right side.  Brad reflexively reached for the cover, pulling it
halfway over his naked torso.

He mumbled a few more words, and I was finally able to make out two or
three.  "Yeah, Benji ... yeah."

"You think he's got a dog?" Tyler asked while pulling on his hiking socks.

Slurring his words, Brad seemed to say, "Suck me, dude."  Or at least,
that's what it sounded like to me.  Anyway, his left hand gently fondled an
obviously erect dick through the front of his plaid boxers.

"It's gotta be a talented dog!" I laughed, reaching over and shaking Brad.
We'd let him sleep long enough.  "Wake up, man."  I shook him again, harder
this time.

"Go away!" Brad cried out, still half asleep.

"You gotta get up, dude," Tyler replied, but Brad made no move to do
anything of the sort.  "Come on, Chris; let's get him out of that sleeping
bag."

Tyler and I grabbed hold of the opposite side of the bag from where Brad
was lying.  I counted back from three: and on one, my brother and I rolled
Brad out of the sleeping bag onto the cold, hard floor of the tent.  It
must have been as bad as the time at the motel in Kansas, when I pushed
Tyler into a cold shower first thing in the morning to wake him up.
Anyway, it sure had the same effect on Brad as the shower had on Tyler!

"Fuck!" Brad exclaimed.  He was grumpy and mad.  His eyes snapped open and
he sat up, pulling a sleeping bag around his naked chest and back.  But it
had worked; he was awake at last.

"If you're gonna go on the photo shoot, Brad, you have to get dressed right
now," Tyler, who was a year older than Brad, stated authoritatively.  "Or
we'll leave without you."

Brad didn't say anything, but after rubbing his eyes, he grudgingly began
to throw on clothes.  As our friend was getting dressed, Tyler left for the
toilet ... about the same time as Marc came back to the tent.  Marc said
the women were already getting into the van.  And we heard the motor start
while he was talking.

"I gotta go to the bathroom," I commented while zipping my coat.

"There's a line," Marc laughed, as he sat on the floor and put on socks.
"And Chris, if you're gonna crap, the toilet seat is fuckin' cold!"

Laughing, I stepped out of the tent, twisting my headlamp to turn on the
LEDs.  My warm breath made clouds in front of me that disappeared as
quickly as they were formed.  I glanced around the campground.  While it
was still dark outside, the sky was beginning to get light off to the east.
A thin covering of snow blanketed the ground ... probably not the two
inches Kenji had described earlier ... but enough to be slippery underfoot.
It was trampled around our tents and in a line to and from the parking lot
and bathrooms.  Kenji and Ben were already in the van with Jenne and Ann,
and I waved good morning in their direction as I walked past them.  One of
the guys from the campfire last night was standing outside the closed door
of the latrine.  We exchanged greetings for a moment while we waited, and I
found out that he and his girlfriend were going to be backpacking up in the
mountains for a couple of days.

Dad stepped out of the bathroom and held the door open for our fellow
camper.  "Enjoy," Dad laughed.  Then he turned to me.  "Morning, Chris; are
all of you guys ready to go?"

"Yeah, Dad," I answered.  "Brad was getting dressed when I left the tent."

"Good."  Dad smiled at me.  "I'll keep him moving."

By the time I'd finished taking care of Nature's urges, Brad was waiting
patiently outside of the door.  He seemed to be in a better mood, and a few
minutes later, we'd all buckled ourselves into our seats in the van.  Ben
asked if everyone had all their camera equipment ... and if we'd remembered
to bring our gloves.  Kenji said he didn't have his gloves with him, but it
would be okay because his hands didn't feel all that cold.

"Go back to the tent and get your gloves, Kenji," Ben instructed.  "And if
anybody else thinks he'll just tough it out for the next hour ... think
again!"

Kenji and Tyler ran to the tent for their gloves, and finally, we were
ready to go!  While we'd been sitting in the van, several cars had driven
by on the road, heading up the mountain.  Ann spun the rear wheels on the
snow, but was able to climb the short incline from the campground, before
falling in behind a slow-moving car.  Always climbing, we drove among the
trees, going straight for a while and then turning sharply to both the
right and left.  At one point the trees gave way to a meadow ... or so it
seemed ... and we had a clear line of sight ahead of us.

"Fu ... I mean, wow!  Is that where we're going?" Jenne asked, incredulous.

***

This looks like a good place to end chapter twenty-four.  I sure hope all
of you enjoyed reading it!  If you did, I'd appreciate an email from you
(fotogme11@yahoo.com).  If you've ever been to the Maroon Bells, you know
... or can imagine ... what Jenne and the rest of the club are seeing.  I
know I was amazed the first time I saw that scenery.

Now, just a word about camping in one of the National Forest campgrounds on
the road to the Maroon Bells: For the purposes of the story, Tim was able
to reserve a couple of sites at the last minute.  In my experience, those
sites are reserved early during the last couple of weekends in September
... when the aspens are turning.  They are a wonderful place to camp,
though.  I would highly recommend any of the three small campgrounds to
readers who might decide to try this adventure.

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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