Date: Fri, 13 Mar 2009 03:14:35 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 27

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.

***

Special thanks to Geoff for a question he asked me after chapter
twenty-six.  It caused me to rethink what I'd written and change a couple
of sentences in this chapter.  I like it much better now.

I've been mulling something over in my mind for almost a year now.  As
almost all of you surely know, I'm a professional photographer who also
takes nature photography.  Colorado is my favorite state in which to
photograph ... hands down.  Anyway, I have many really nice photographs
I've taken of Colorado ... and other western locations, for that matter.

If any of you would be interested in purchasing 8x10 or 11x14 photographs,
I would be more than happy to print them for you. I have shots that were
taken in many of the locations where the guys have had their adventures.
Contact me for the gallery address so you can view jpegs, other information
and pricing.

Thanks, Greg

***

Chapter Twenty-seven

(Chris continues with the story.)

"Phew!  That was a close one," Tyler commented before kissing me.  But
neither my lover nor I were any less horny because of it.  Tyler squeezed
both my ass cheeks with his strong hands, holding my body tightly in place
against his.

"Yeah," I answered with a grimace.  "And I lost my underwear in the deal."

"I like you better without them, anyway," Tyler smirked, causing me to
smile.  He began to fuck me again.  "At least they didn't find your jeans!"

We both laughed at the thought of me walking into camp, in the middle of
the day, without any pants on.  And when the laughter had run its course,
Tyler made a lame comment that maybe we should have invited the girls to
join our fun.  However, there was NO way I wanted to share Tyler with a
bunch of girls!

"Just kidding," Tyler replied, urgently pressing my body against the tree
trunk.

The bark was rough against my naked back, but fortunately the edges weren't
sharp.  Anyway, no matter what, I wasn't going to complain, as Tyler began
to fuck me.  He took it slow for a few seconds, but soon he was thrusting
into me urgently ... violently.  His tongue forced its way past my lips and
teeth, finding a welcoming home in my mouth, while my hands caressed my
brother's strong, tanned back.  I squeezed my legs tightly around Tyler,
holding his body in a death grip of love.  With each upward thrust, my
lover seemed to moan louder.

I honestly don't know how he did it, but Tyler rabbit-fucked me as I hung
from his neck.  And then he gently laid me onto the ground, our bodies
still coupled together as one, before my brother had his release.  I hated
for our lovemaking to come to an end; that afternoon, I could have stayed
connected to Tyler forever!

But like all good things, I suppose, what we'd just experienced together
couldn't last forever.  After an all-too-brief kiss, Tyler pulled his
rapidly deflating cock out, leaving me feeling both empty and like I needed
to take a shit at the same time.  I did poop out a lot of Tyler's seed, but
nothing else, before I pulled on my jeans and boots.

"Chris, you've got a lot of dead pine needles in your hair," Tyler laughed,
fumbling with my shaggy brown mop.  Some of the organic litter must have
really been tangled in my hair, because Tyler pulled at it hard a couple of
times.  It felt like he was pulling it out by the roots.  "Sorry!" he
apologized when I winced.

"It's okay," I replied, faking a smile.  "I'm glad you noticed it."  But
then I grimaced when he tugged at it again.  "I think ..."

Before stuffing my bunched-up T-shirt into the waist of my jeans, I glanced
toward my lover's shorter hair.  Unfortunately, it seemed to be clean.  And
moments later, bare-chested from our afternoon of sex, Tyler and I headed
back to camp.  Tyler said he was going to take a nap, and I was planning to
join him, but I wanted to check out the lost and found board first.

"I'll come inside in a minute," I said, before trotting toward the large
message board at the entrance to the campground.  It contained the usual
campground informational notices, as well as a few notes one camper had
left for another over the summer ... obviously the Forest Service people
didn't check it often.  I could have cared less about all of them except
one.  Written in bold script across a paper plate were the following words:
Found - burgundy boxer briefs.  Claim at campsite #6.  Someone had drawn a
smiley in the lower right corner.

As I sauntered in the direction of our tent, wondering whether to stop by
site six, Dad looked up from the picnic table where he was seated.  He was
working on his laptop.  "Hey, Chris," he greeted me.  "Are you having a
good time, so far?"

"You bet, Dad," I answered with a grin, while walking in the direction of
my father.  "This is an awesome spot!"  I straddled the bench next to Dad,
spreading my legs wide.

"That's a fact!  I'm glad you're enjoying yourself," he smiled.  Still
staring intently toward his computer, Dad punched a few keys and closed the
lid.  "I've finally sorted through all the shots you guys took yesterday
and this morning.  And I'm putting together a slide presentation of the
best ones for tomorrow night, after it gets dark enough out."  Finally, Dad
looked toward me, and he laughed.  "You need a bath, son.  It looks like
you've been rolling in the dirt!"

For the first time since Tyler's and my sex together, I noticed how filthy
I'd gotten.

"I guess I could use one," I commented, shaking my head in agreement.  "But
there aren't any showers around here."  I glanced toward the outhouse and
laughed.

"Yeah," Dad replied, "but I thought all of us would go into Aspen for
dinner tonight.  And I think the women want to do some shopping.  We'll all
need to make ourselves as presentable as possible."  He tousled my already
messed up hair, before pulling at something Tyler had missed.  "I brought a
bar of soap and a couple of washcloths with me.  Why don't you take one of
those enamel pots," he glanced toward the fire ring where they were
setting, "and fill it with water while I get them?"

"Sure, Dad," I agreed.  I suppose if I had been five years younger, I'd
have complained about needing to take a bath while on a camping trip.  But
I'd already missed a shower or two this weekend, and suddenly I felt really
grungy.

A minute or two later, Dad returned to the picnic table with a towel, a
washcloth and a bar of soap.  But I was still trying to get water from the
ancient-looking hand pump in the center of the small campground.

"This thing's not working," I called out, pumping the handle fruitlessly a
couple of times.

"I bet it needs to be primed," Dad answered.  "Let me show you how to do
it."

He grabbed a bottle of water from the cooler and headed in my direction
while twisting off the cap.  I had never heard of priming a pump before,
and had no idea what Dad was talking about.  But Dad poured half of the
water into the opening in the top of the pump, took hold of the handle and
quickly pumped it up and down.  The pump emitted a combination of airy and
suction-type of sounds with each up and down stroke.  And after a couple of
moments, water gushed from the bent end onto the ground.  My pail was
filled in no time.

"That's how you get water from one of these, Chris," Dad stated, placing a
hand on my naked shoulder.  He laughed, "Sometimes you need water to get
water."  Grinning, he glanced at my back.  "I was only kidding earlier
... about you rolling around in the dirt ... but it looks like that's JUST
what you've been doing."  Then his smile turned to a frown as he brushed
his hand between my shoulder blades.  "It looks like your skin is all
roughed up."

"Am I bleeding?" I asked, suddenly worried.  Maybe the tree bark had been
harder on me than it had seemed at the time.

"No, but you're scraped pretty good," Dad replied, as his fingers felt the
scuffed area.  I guess it was a little sore.  "What were you guys doing,
anyway?"

Fortunately, I don't have to keep secrets from my dad, and I told him
everything.  About the amazing sex Tyler and I had experienced together
... and even about how the three women had found and taken my underwear.
Dad commented that neither Tyler nor I had used our best judgment, when we
decided to have sex out in the open.  But we'd been lucky, and had squeaked
by without anything terrible happening ... this time at least.  He did have
to laugh, though, when I mentioned the sign.

Dad volunteered to wash my back; and he gently, but thoroughly, washed and
rinsed it.

"It's been a LONG time since I've given you a sponge bath, like this," Dad
commented, shaking his head.  "Way too long, in fact."  I imagined the
dreamy look he might have had on his face, as his fingers lingered for a
moment on my strong shoulder muscles.  Then the mood was broken as Jenne
called out to us and Dad handed the washcloth to me.  "Chris, I guess you'd
better finish up, yourself," he smiled, before heading off to see what
Jenne wanted.

I swiped the soapy washcloth over my chest and arms, paying special
attention to my hairy pits.  And after I did as good a job rinsing off as I
could, I raised one arm and sniffed under it, only smelling soap.  My rinse
water was dirty and soapy-looking, so I dumped it out and decided to get a
fresh supply.

I glanced in the direction of campsite number six ... a large, green and
beige dome tent was erected there, with a dusty, navy Subaru Forrester
parked in front of it.  Even though no one was outside at the moment, I
decided I'd show off a little for the college girls, if they happened to be
watching out the window.  While at the pump, I rinsed my arms, chest, and
armpits again, flexing my biceps a lot more than necessary in the process.
Then I walked to the semi-secluded area behind our tent.  After stripping
off my Levi's, I thoroughly washed my cock and balls ... it was beginning
to get a little ripe down there ... before cleaning my legs.  Combing one
hand through my pubes, I fluffed up the inch long nest of hairs, before
stepping into the strong mountain sunlight and allowing them to air dry.
It sure felt better to be clean!

'Chris, you're gonna be needing a trim job before much longer,' I thought,
glancing toward my pubic area as I began to put my jeans back on.  I
carefully adjusted the waist, pulling the pants down until they rode just
so around my tanned hips.

When I was satisfied with the look, I walked around the tent, unzipped the
door and went inside.  Someone had opened the window flaps, allowing a
gentle, cooling breeze to waft through the sunlit interior.  Tyler and Brad
were asleep on top of the jumbled-up sleeping bags, and after spraying on
some deodorant, I suddenly felt sleepy myself.  Quietly, I dropped to the
floor, joining my lover and friend.  I was out like a light; teenage guys
do need their sleep!

The next thing I remember, someone was shaking me awake while saying
something like, "Chris, it's time to get your sleepy ass up!"  As I rubbed
my eyes, I realized it was Brad who was talking.  Damn ... it seemed like I
had just lain down.

"Okay already, Brad," I mumbled while sitting up.  "I'm awake ... I'm
awake!"

However, I was moving slowly ... and Brad kept it up.  Maybe he considered
it partial payback for how Tyler and I had rudely awakened him this
morning.  But whatever the reason, he hounded me until I'd finally slipped
a fresh T-shirt over my head and put on my socks and shoes.

Tyler wasn't in the tent, but when Brad and I went outside, he was sitting
at the picnic table with the rest of the guys and gals.

"Damn, you're a sleepyhead this afternoon, Chris!" Dad laughed in my
direction as I shrugged my shoulders.  "But now that you're finally up,
here's what we've got planned for the rest of the day."

The Maroon Bells and Lake received the morning sun.  By half past three
... close to the current time ... the face of the mountains would be in
shadow while the foreground would be in sunlight.  As the adults talked,
Ben indicated that photographing a grand landscape where the most important
elements had fallen into shadow was an exercise in futility ... at least,
if the photographer wanted to get the best possible shots.  And he and Dad
had vowed to put us into situations where we had every opportunity to come
home with a number of very good photos ... ones we'd be proud to show
family and friends.  Hopefully a few of the pics would even make it into
the Yearbook.

Dad suggested we look around the campground for photo opportunities over
the next hour, or so.  Then we would head back up the mountain toward the
Bells, looking for places alongside the road to photograph as soon as the
sun fell behind the mountains to our west.  Hopefully, that would happen by
five-thirty or six at the latest.  And after we took all the shots we
wanted, the nine of us would drive into Aspen to check out the downtown
area, have dinner and do a little shopping.

Everyone seemed happy with those plans, and after we'd collected our
cameras, all of us meandered through camp.  There wasn't much of interest
near our campsite ... at least not that I noticed ... and while the adults
did their thing, my friends and I amused ourselves by goofing off in front
of each other's cameras.  After we tired of that, several of us snapped
photos of Maroon Creek as it rushed among the many rocks in the creek bed
on its way down the mountain.  At some point, Kenji, Marc and I crossed the
creek and headed upstream along the footpath.

I stopped to take a shot of the knoll and the memorable balsam tree.

"What's so special about THAT old tree?" Kenji asked, while glancing first
at the tall fir and then towards me.

Laughing, I replied, "Oh, I don't know, Kenji.  But I've got a special
feeling about this place."  After scrambling up the incline, I turned to my
friends.  "I think I'll try to get a few close-ups."

"Whatever ..." Kenji shrugged his shoulders and glanced at Marc as if I was
going crazy.  I suppose he wondered why I felt this particular tree was
unique, amid the thousands in the forest around us.  Maybe I'd be able tell
him one of these days ... hopefully, sooner rather than later.

Smiling to myself, I clicked off a few shots of the area where Tyler and I
had made passionate love earlier today.  I rubbed the palm of my hand over
the same bark that had taken some of my skin earlier.  No wonder!  It
seemed MUCH rougher now than it had while Tyler was fucking me.  Holding
the camera near the tree, I snapped a couple shots of the bark, thinking
they ought to get a laugh or two when I showed the slides to the family
back at home.

Finally satisfied that I had all the shots I wanted, I rejoined my friends.
We followed the creek upstream for a ways, before deciding to turn around.
The afternoon sun was flirting with the top of a tall mountain to our left
by the time we reached the parking lot, and after some of the guys cleaned
up a bit, we piled into the van and took off.  Ann drove VERY slowly up the
mountain, as we searched for possible photo opportunities.  She circled
through the parking lot and headed back down, driving even slower in that
direction.

"Why don't we stop up ahead on the right?" Marc asked.  He was staring
intently at a grove of aspen trees beside the roadway.

"Sure, Marc," Ann responded, pulling into a turnout just past the spot Marc
had pointed out.

Everybody collected his or her gear and hiked up the side of the road to
Marc's location.  The brown grass beside the road was tramped for several
feet in each direction.

"Good eye, Marc," Ben praised while standing aside and watching the club
members set up our tripods.  "I don't think I noticed this spot until my
third or fourth trip to the Bells."

Marc beamed from ear to ear.

It was just a cluster of aspen trees, but after I set up my camera and
began to compose the shot, the straight lines of all the white trunks began
to look interesting.  As I was looking through the viewfinder, someone
wrapped an arm around my shoulder.  Surprised, I looked up, straight into
Tyler's smiling face.

More than anything, I wanted to hug and kiss Tyler right then and there.  I
would have done it, too ... if a nagging part of my brain hadn't stopped
me.  Fuck!  It sucked BIG TIME that I couldn't just be myself around the
photo club!  But Tyler and I had decided back on the first day of school
... and reaffirmed it several times after then ... that we'd only come out
to friends we could trust completely.  I was beginning to feel that way
about Brad and maybe Marc, but I wasn't as sure about the others.  And
Tyler and I hadn't talked about it; we'd need to do that beforehand.

Everybody made several photographs of the tree trunks, and after a couple
of other stops on the way down the mountain, Ann drove past the campground
on the way to Aspen.  Immediately after leaving the White River National
Forest, we came to a couple of speed bumps in the road, letting us know we
were back in civilization.

Aspen was busy on this Saturday night in late September!  Twice, Ann drove
a circuit through the downtown area, before finding a parking spot large
enough for the van on a narrow side street.  We had seen a large, open-air
Mexican restaurant a few blocks over while driving through town.  And we
decided to meet there in an hour for dinner.  While Dad and Ben went off in
one direction, Jenne, Ann and Kenji left in another.  That left, Marc,
Brad, Tyler and me.  None of us really wanted to do any shopping ... I
hardly had any money with me ... but we sauntered off down the sidewalk
anyway, stopping to look in shop windows from time to time.

I didn't recognize the names of any of the stores we passed that evening.
Many of them looked very exclusive and expensive.  However we did come
across a ski and snowboarding shop, and Brad suggested we go inside and
take a look around.  Immediately, Brad struck up a conversation with the
clerk ... the only other guy in the store at the moment.  Brad knew all the
jargon ... and they 'talked the talk' ... bringing the rest of us into the
conversation from time to time.  It seemed that Aspen was finally beginning
to accept snowboarding, after it had been banned from the slopes for years.

Brad eyed some of the snowboards enviously, pointing to a couple that he'd
really like to have.  We looked at the prices and he just shook his head.
"I guess I'll have to be happy with what I've got for a while longer," he
said.

The clerk ... who wasn't much older than the four of us ... shook his head
in agreement.  "I guess I shouldn't be saying this," he laughed, glancing
around.  "But this isn't the store for guys like us.  Everything in here is
WAY overpriced!"  He laughed again and we joined him.  "We get a ton of
rich dudes in here during the ski season, though.  And money is no object
for any of them; we just need to have what they're looking for in stock."

I suppose our family was wealthy since Dad and Josh got together, although
I sure hadn't noticed a lot of extra spending money.  However, maybe I'd be
earning some when J bar A Photography opened.  At any rate, when an
affluent-looking, middle-aged couple came through the door ... and the
clerk left us to wait on them ... we took a final quick glance around
before leaving the store.

"He was right," Brad advised as we headed off down the sidewalk.  "They had
the new model of my snowboard in there, and it cost almost twice what I
gave for mine two years ago."

"Everything's expensive in this town!" I declared with a laugh, and the
rest of the guys agreed.

A ways further down the street, we passed a jewelry store that claimed they
sold goods made by Native Americans.

"Let's take a look," Tyler suggested, stopping in front of the door.

"Sure," Brad agreed, pushing through the front door into the tiny shop.

Under the glass of the well-lit display cases, they had piece after piece
of silver and turquoise jewelry.  I suppose it was okay ... if you were
looking for something like that ... but it was a display of men's jewelry
in the back of the store that caught our collective eye.  A small sign
affixed to an array of cool, oyster shell chokers said they were 'Crafted
of the finest natural materials by Arizona Native Americans'.  Each one of
them was slightly different in appearance.

As Brad fingered one of them, holding it up, Marc commented, "Sweet!  I've
been looking for the right choker ... like forever!"

Marc had been quiet so far this evening, but the off-white necklaces coaxed
a torrent of words from him.  Obviously, he liked them a lot.  Marc
searched through the display, and after finding what he wanted, he fumbled
with the clasp, finally opening it.  Moments later he was fastening it
around his neck.  The varied, light shades of the small pieces of shell
looked great against Marc's tanned skin, and the choker wasn't too loose,
even around our tall friend's thin neck.  He found a small mirror on a
stand, and immediately began to admire how it looked on him.

"I think Marc found something he likes," Tyler murmured to me with a grin.

"How'd you guess?" I agreed.  I fingered one of the price tags, saying to
anyone who was interested, "They're forty-nine dollars."

"Damn ... that's a lot of money," Marc commented, opening his wallet.  "And
I've only got a twenty."  With a sad look on his face, he pulled the lone
bill out for all to see, before pushing it back in.  He started to unclasp
the choker.

"Wait a minute, Marc," Tyler said.  "I can help you out.  I've got fifteen
dollars I can lend you."

I added my eight and Brad pitched in the rest.  Thanking us several times,
Marc promised to pay us back when we got home.

No question, an oyster shell choker looks hot against a guy's tanned skin,
and I was sure Kaiden would like to have one too.  His birthday was still a
few months away ... and neither Tyler nor I had any money on us ... but the
cashier gave me the website for the Native American chokers.  If we
couldn't find one for less money between now and December, I planned to
order one of these for Kaiden.

When we left the jewelry store, Marc was wearing the choker.  As a matter
of fact, I never saw him without it the rest of the trip, and he wore it to
school every day, too.  Sometimes, just the little things we do in life
... like lending someone a couple of dollars ... can pay big dividends.
But even if the person doing the deed doesn't get anything in return,
making someone happy is worth a lot!

As we were stepping through the door, Tyler glanced at his watch.  "Shit!"
he exclaimed.  "We've gotta hurry!"

Fortunately, we had been walking in the general direction of the restaurant
all evening, and after a few minutes of brisk walking we were there.  Ann,
Kenji and Jenne were sitting outside, on a bench beside the door, with
several other people.  Five or six shopping bags were resting between their
feet.  Probably, Dad and Ben were inside, getting our table.

"How'd you like shopping with the women?" Brad joked with Kenji.

"Well ..." Kenji answered, pausing for a moment, " ... with their help, at
least I found a birthday present for my mom."

"Glad we could be of assistance, Kenji," Ann commented with a smile.  After
saying hello to us, she laughed, "Well, Chris, it looks like your dad is
the one who's late this time!"

All of us got a good laugh over that, especially after Dad's big speech
about being considerate of other people's time.  They didn't show up for
another half hour.  Long after the trip ended, Tyler and I were STILL
having fun with it!

Fortunately, Ann had the forethought to give the restaurant people our name
when she, Jenne and Kenji arrived.  I suppose finding an outdoor table for
nine on a busy Saturday night wasn't easy, because several smaller parties
who arrived after us were shown to their tables while we waited.  But I
guess it all worked out for the best, since Dad and Ben were late.  Even
they had to wait for ten minutes, or so.

It was after eight-thirty, when we were FINALLY shown to our table!  The
outdoor portion of the large restaurant had a canopy over it with radiant
heaters spaced every so often.  They were glowing cherry red in the
semidarkness, and man did the heat ever feel good!  It was getting chilly
out.

I think all of us were about to starve as we pored over the menus.  The
place only served a dozen dishes, and none of them was the type of Mexican
food I'd grown accustomed to ... like tacos or burritos.  It seemed that
everything was either pineapple this, papaya that or avocado something
else.  I wasn't sure I'd enjoy what I ordered, but when it finally came I
was pleasantly surprised.  But then again, I suppose I was so hungry I'd
have eaten almost anything!

***

Hmmm ... Chris would have eaten almost anything.  I wonder if he'll still
be hungry after they get back to the tent?  I suppose time will tell.

I hope you guys enjoyed reading this chapter.  Of course, I'd like to hear
from you if you did.  (fotogme11@yahoo.com)

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"I'll Suck You"  Final Post Date: June 25, 2007
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Have a great week, guys!  Greg