Date: Fri, 15 May 2009 02:20:32 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 34

Us Guys

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

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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,
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Thanks for the email after chapter thirty-three.  It's great to hear from
you!

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Chapter Thirty-four

(It's still Ryan talking.)

Cole and I lay in each other's arms for quite a while that Saturday
morning.  It seemed neither of us wanted to get up, but Cole finally said
we'd better get a shower before our cum dried all the way and glued our
bodies together permanently.  That would have been awkward, I suppose, but
then again...

With a resigned smile, I said, "If we gotta."

"Yep, big guy, we do," Cole answered ... but not before giving me a final
long kiss.

After we got out of bed, the two of us stood beside the window and surveyed
the ranch buildings spread out before us.  While Cole stretched his body
fully in the bright sunlight of another glorious Colorado morning, I took
the opportunity to drink-in his awesome, strong, but supple, masculine
form.  Wrapping my arm around Cole's waist, a few moments later, I burrowed
my head in my boyfriend's armpit, causing him to laugh.

We hugged ... again ... and after pulling back I glanced toward Cole's
groin.  His meat wasn't fully hard, but was aroused enough that I knew it
wasn't soft.  I petted the scorpion before rubbing my hand over Cole's
newly grown pubic stubble, enjoying the rough texture.

"Thanks for growing your pubes for me," I commented, glancing at the short,
but obviously dark red, week-old growth.

"I wouldn't grow 'em back for just anybody," Cole laughed, tousling my
hair.  "They itch like crazy, the length they are now!"

"Sorry," I said; but I really wasn't.  Actually, I thought it was pretty
amazing that a guy like Cole would endure something unpleasant for me.

"Hey ... I'd do almost anything to please you, Ryan; and they won't itch
forever," Cole replied, before kissing the top of my head.  "Let's get that
shower," he added with a little laugh.  "My stomach is starting to
grumble!"

Sure enough, as we were walking into the bathroom, Cole's belly growled
loudly, causing both of us to giggle.  Cole turned on the water, adjusted
the temperature, and a few minutes later, after washing each other
thoroughly, we were back in the bedroom pulling on shorts.  Cole put on the
same ragged pair of cargos he'd worn last weekend, letting them fall low on
his hips, before stepping into a pair of sneaks.

"Do you want to help put the sunscreen on me?" Cole asked, while applying
the thick, white lotion to his face.  As he was rubbing it into his skin
with his right hand, Cole offered me the bottle with his left.

"Sure," I answered, happy for EVERY chance I got to feel-up Cole's muscular
torso.  After slathering the liquid onto Cole's shoulders, I massaged it
into his back, while Cole did his front side.

Cole had the barest hint of a tan on his back from his two days on the roof
of the studio.  And, if anything, I thought it made him look hotter ... if
that was possible.

"I didn't think you could get a suntan," I observed.  My hands brushed low
on Cole's back, dropping beneath his very light tan line and under the
waistband of his cargos.

"I can't get much of one, but I used to think it would be cool if I could,"
Cole laughed in reply, before adding, "When I was a kid, I got some pretty
bad sunburns, and LOADS of freckles instead of a tan.  So I don't even TRY
to suntan anymore."  After a brief pause and a shake of his head, he
continued, "I've always envied guys with dark complexions, though.  You've
got the most awesome skin, Ryan."

"Thanks!" I replied earnestly.  I guess I'd never really thought anything
about my skin.  I mean ... it was just there; and it was what it was.  I
applied sunscreen to the back of Cole's legs, while he did the same to the
front.  "Are you ready for some breakfast?" I asked, standing up when I was
finished.

"Yep; let's go downstairs," Cole answered, and after dropping the sunscreen
bottle into his duffel, we headed downstairs.

A quick glance toward the clock, as we walked through the kitchen door,
indicated the time was just after nine.  "'Morning, Dad," I greeted Tim, as
we entered the room.  Perched on a stool, he was wearing a pair of green
and black tartan plaid boxers and drinking a large mug of coffee.  "Is
everybody else still in bed?"

Tim didn't seem to be wide-awake either.  He took a sip of the steaming
coffee, before answering, "Well, I'm not sure about Chris, Tyler, and Brad
... but Kaiden and Josh were still sleeping when I came downstairs."  Tim
yawned, stretching his arms.  He was SUCH a sexy man!  "I think I should
have stayed in bed, too!"

After pouring himself half a cup of coffee, Cole wrapped his hairy legs
around a stool, across the counter from Dad, and laughed.  "It sounds like
Kaiden kept you and Josh up late last night..."

"Did he ever!" Tim exclaimed, shaking his head.  He took another sip and
grimaced.  "I HATE this stuff."  But then he smiled, as he continued with
what he'd started to say.  "All three of us had a lot of fun, though.
Kaiden's quite a kid..."  Tim shook his head again, but this time in
wonder.  "Cole, did you know that Kaiden was the one who began all this
special family love that we've come to enjoy so much?"

"Hunh-uh," Cole replied, smiling in my direction.  "If that's the case,
Ryan, I think WE need to thank him properly."

"Yeah," I grinned, while getting the milk out of the refrigerator.  I
poured Cole and myself a glass.

"He'd like that; I know."  Tim reflected on something for a moment, before
speaking further.  "Cole ... have you ever felt like you weren't in control
of your life?"

Four eyes were riveted on Tim.  Of course, I felt that way all the time,
but I was just a kid.

"I do," Tim answered the question for Cole.  "The last six or seven months
have been a blur.  It's like I've just been along for the ride ... and let
me tell you, it's been a wild one!"

Laughing, I commented, "Wow, Dad, I didn't know ADULTS ever felt that way."

"I didn't use to, son," Tim answered from across the counter.  A fatherly
smile crossed his lips, before he laughed along with me.  "A couple of
years ago, I'd have thought it was absolutely the worst POSSIBLE thing that
could have happened to me."  He paused reflectively for a moment.  "This is
probably going to sound weird..." He smiled briefly.  "But now I think it's
been one of the very best."

"I don't know whether it's strange, or not," Cole said, after adding some
of his milk to the coffee and taking a sip.  "All I can say, Tim, is I'M
sure happy about the results!"  Cole ruffled my hair as he pulled me to his
side.  "Fuck," he added, barely louder than a whisper.

"Me, too," I agreed, turning my face toward Cole's and smiling broadly.  I
rubbed my hand over his muscular thigh, feeling the thick, bristly hairs.

"You two make quite a pair," Dad observed.

"I know."  Cole tousled my hair again, before I climbed onto the stool to
his left.  "Tim, it's SO awesome that both you and Josh have let Ryan and
me be boyfriends ... out in the open, I mean.  I loved a guy back in high
school; but I could never tell my parents about him.  We had to sneak
around when we wanted to suck each other off."  He paused for a moment,
while he smiled at me.  "That was fun, and all, but this is SO much
better!"

"I've always tried to be open-minded ... and not put unrealistic limits on
my boys that I could never live up to myself." Tim said, pausing for a
moment as he thought.  "I've tried to let them know they could come to me
with anything and everything.  Of course, just because a parent SAYS
something, doesn't mean he or she is actually going to follow through with
it.  Unfortunately, words and actions aren't always the same."

Cole nodded his head, as if to say, 'Don't I know it!'

"A kid learns the difference REAL fast," Dad agreed.  "Doesn't he, Ryan?"
Tim smiled as he looked in my direction.

I nodded; I had been let down by adults so many times in my life. It had
taken a while, before I realized Tim was a different kind of parent from
the ones I had known.  If only every kid could have folks like Tim and
Josh!

The room was silent for a moment; and when Tim spoke again, he changed the
subject.  "Well, Cole ... I guess you're still on probation here.  But the
way it looks, you're quickly becoming a part of our little family."

"I never thought anything like this would happen in a million years!" Cole
added thoughtfully, beaming a smile in my direction.  "MY family never
meant much to me ... but if I could be considered a member of this one
... that'd be fuckin' amazing!"

Tim laughed softly; this time, I THINK it was at Cole's choice of words.

The three of us talked for quite a while that morning.  Actually, I guess,
Tim and Cole did most of the talking, while I listened.  But sometimes, I
guess, that's okay, too.  Cole told Dad some of his dreams for the future,
while Dad took out pancake mix and began to stir-up a batch.  I never knew
my boyfriend had ANY goals ... much less such ambitious ones.  And Tim
tossed out a few ideas that might help Cole realize them, as they continued
to talk.

Dad dropped spoonfuls of the thick, yellow batter onto a griddle.  In
seconds, the pancakes were bubbling; and moments later each of us had a
stack of three or four on our plates.  The pancakes were oddly shaped and
various shades of brown, but even so, they tasted delicious ... at least,
after being drowned in maple syrup.  I guess even Tim couldn't mess up
pancakes too bad!  But maybe that was because I was so hungry.  Anyway, it
must have been the aroma of food cooking that brought the rest of the
family, and Brad, downstairs.  All the guys still looked tired, as they
drug themselves into the kitchen.

As everybody was eating, Kaiden asked, "Brad, are you gonna show us how to
skateboard this morning?"

"Sure," our new friend laughed, "just as soon as I have a few more
pancakes."

"I want to see what kind of stuff you've got, too," Cole added.

We talked for a little while longer, and after everyone had finished
eating, we headed outside.  Since Brad had left his skateboard in the
locker room yesterday, he trotted off in that direction, while the rest of
us milled around in the front yard, around the ranch's lone sidewalk.  It
led from the parking area, up a couple of steps, to the front porch.

Moments later, Brad returned, board in hand.  When he placed the skateboard
on the walkway, we parted to give him room to show his stuff.  Immediately,
Brad stepped onto the board, kicked a couple of times to give himself
momentum, and rolled to the stairs.  When he reached them, while still on
his board, he jumped onto the large porch, stopped, turned around, jumped
off of the porch, and rolled back to us.

That was awesome!" I declared.

"Not really," Brad answered, shaking his head.  "I wish you had more
sidewalks around here!"

"Do it again," Kaiden demanded.  And after Brad had jumped and turned
around, Kaiden asked, "How do you get the skateboard to stick to your feet
like that?"

Cole laughed.  "It's magic."

"Yeah, almost," Brad agreed, rolling to a stop in front of us.  "That trick
is called an ollie.  It's one of the first ones you've gotta learn ... if
you want to do anything on a skateboard besides just roll."  He stepped on
one end of the board, it kicked up, into the air, and Brad took hold of it
without even bending over.  "Do you wanna try it, Kaiden?"

"You bet I do!" Kaiden replied, grinning broadly.  As he had been talking
to Brad, the twins ran, while Robert sauntered toward us.

Kaiden rolled back and forth on the sidewalk several times, before trying
to jump.  He didn't get the results he was expecting, however: the board
didn't stick to his feet, and Kaiden ended up on the ground.  The
skateboard just rolled away, unconcerned, to the sound of Robert's derisive
laughter.  My brother skinned his palms when he fell.  Fortunately, he
didn't bleed, though; I think his pride was hurt more than his hands.
Quickly, he hopped up and glanced around, before adding, sheepishly, "Damn
... it's not as easy as it looks!"  Then he added defiantly, "I'd like to
see you do any better, Robert."

The high school quarterback held up his hands while shaking his head.  "You
wouldn't get me on one of those things in a million years!" he exclaimed.

Brad just laughed.  "What about you, Ryan?  Do you want to try your luck at
it?"

Though Kaiden's first ride hadn't ended the way he'd have liked, I wanted
to try skateboarding, anyway.  After rolling to the stairs and back enough
times to get the feel of balancing on the skateboard, I jumped.  While I
was in the air, the board scooted away, but fortunately I landed on my
feet, behind it.

"Okay ... what gives?" I asked.  "It looked so easy when you were riding
it, Brad."

Our new friend laughed.  "Like I said yesterday; it takes a LOT of
practice."

Tyler said he wasn't interested, but Chris took a short turn, before Cole
asked Brad if he could ride it.  "It's been a few years," he stated.  "But
I used to be pretty good on one of these things."  My boyfriend rolled to
the house and back.  "Before I learned to drive, I LOVED the freedom it
gave me to go places.  My friends and I used to spend hours every day
trying to impress each other with our abilities, and to prove we had guts.
We dared one another to do some fuckin' scary shit!"  He laughed in my
direction, after popping an ollie.  "But I've always had fun taking
chances..."

"Yeah, me too," Brad agreed.

After Cole's turn, he and Brad talked for a little while, using a bunch of
terms I'd never heard before.  And Cole stayed with Kaiden, the twins, and
me, after Tyler asked Brad, Robert, and Chris if they'd like to go
horseback riding to explore some of the ranch.

"You bet I would," Brad answered with a grin, "I've never been on a horse
before, though."

"Have fun, guys!" Kaiden said, as our brothers and friends prepared to head
towards the stables.  "Brad ... maybe you ought to take Old Blue," he
suggested.  "He's gentle enough."

The high school guys laughed, but agreed with Kaiden, as they walked off.

David, Carlos, Kaiden and I spent the early afternoon taking turns on
Brad's skateboard.  Cole coached us for a little while ... showing us where
to place our feet, and the mechanics of a jump ... before he headed to the
studio with Tim and Josh.  Using the tips from my boyfriend ... and after
quite a bit of practice ... the four of us were popping ollies with
regularity, although I added a skinned elbow and knee to Kaiden's injuries.
Both David and Carlos were lucky, I guess.  They fell once or twice, but
neither of them hurt themselves.

Finally, though, we got tired of the skateboard.  Brad had been right;
skateboarding would definitely be a whole lot more fun if we had a few more
sidewalks, and a paved parking lot with some curbs to jump over ... or
maybe, a blacktop driveway to practice on.

(Chris takes over the narrative from here.)

While we were in the barn, saddling the horses, Tyler suggested that maybe
Luke would like to go exploring with us, too ... IF he was at home.  And a
quick phone call and ten minutes later, the five of us were mounted on
horseback.  With no real destination in mind when we began, we meandered
around, heading mostly to the north and west.

Brad hit it off with both Luke and Robert right away.  I was pretty sure
they would.  Some jocks are so full of themselves that it's hard for anyone
but another jock to live around them.  But I've never sensed that with
either of my football-playing friends.  And Brad was definitely a cool guy,
too.

After riding for a while, Luke suggested we go skinny-dipping at our
favorite swimming hole.  But we never got there ... at least, not on THAT
Saturday afternoon ... because at about the same time as he turned our
horses toward St. Vrain Creek, off in the distance, a few cattle began to
bawl.

"Hey ... that doesn't sound good," Robert commented, turning his horse in
the direction of the sound.  "We'd better check it out."

"It just sounds like a couple of cows mooing to me," Brad replied, as he
followed Robert.

Robert laughed.  "Maybe that's all it is ... but I hear something else in
those calls.  At least, I THINK I do..."

"Yeah ... when you've lived around cattle for a while, like Robert and I
have," Luke added, "it's pretty easy to tell when they are in trouble."

I hadn't lived on a ranch all that long, but even I knew something was
wrong!

As we rode towards the sounds, it was obvious that they came from more than
one animal.  Water is the lifeblood of any ranch, of course.  And since
only one year-round creek flows across the J bar A, it has several man-made
ponds, or watering tanks.  At some point in the ranch's history, the owners
had built earthen dams, here and there across the land, to catch the
runoff, from the usually dry gullies, during a rainfall.  Normally,
old-fashioned windmills pump water from underground streams, to help keep
them filled during dry spells.  But, to hear Josh tell it, the past few
summers had been VERY dry.  And as we approached one of the tanks, it was
obviously almost empty.  Even though there was a gentle breeze, and the
windmill was turning, only air was coming out of the water pipe.

Three large steers had wandered into the muddy bottom to get a drink from
the water that remained, and had become mired in the clay.  Several others
stood nearby: a couple looked like they wanted to join those that were
already stuck, while the rest just stared at the unfortunate trio, like
only cattle can do.

"What do we do now?" Tyler asked, viewing the scene before us.

But Luke had already pulled out his cell phone.  And as soon as the call
went through, he was describing the situation to Josh.

"Keep the other cattle out of the mud!" Robert replied, kicking the flanks
of his horse, and riding in the direction of the thirsty cattle that were
still on solid ground.  He made a few loud whooping sounds, and waved his
arms, causing most of the cattle to bolt away a few steps.

The rest of us followed our friend's lead.  And by the time Luke had
finished his conversation with Josh, we had driven the cattle a short
distance away from the muddy pond.

"Hey ... I didn't know I'd get to play cowboy this weekend," Brad laughed,
as Luke rode up.

"Josh said he'd try to round up a few REAL cowboys," Luke said derisively,
while eyeing Brad.  But he had a smile on his face while he was saying it.
"Josh wants us to stay here, and keep the other cattle out of the mud,
until they arrive."

That was easier said than done; thirst is a powerful urge.  During the
twenty or thirty minutes it took Josh to reach us, in spite of their
brothers stuck in the mud, a couple of cattle kept trying to sneak past us,
to get to the last drops of muddy water.  And when Josh finally arrived, in
one of the ranch pickups, he was alone.  Behind the truck, Josh was pulling
a trailer with a good-sized tank of water on it.  In the bed was a bent-up,
old metal trough.

"What an afternoon!" Josh exclaimed, shaking his head.  "None of the
cowboys were around.  It looks like it's going to be up to us to rescue
these animals."

Then, as Robert and Tyler lifted the trough out of the bed of the truck,
Josh purposefully strode around the perimeter of the almost dry pond,
assessing the situation.  By the time Josh had made his circuit, we had set
the float on the trough, and filled it with water.  Right away, some of the
thirsty cattle began to drink.

"Let's get to work, men," Josh directed grimly, ready to tackle the task at
hand.

At that moment I should have known this wasn't going to be an easy job.
Apparently, Luke had helped with a similar situation sometime in the past,
because, without being told, he kicked off his shoes, before shucking his
shorts and underwear.  Josh was also undressing, so I decided to do the
same.

"Are we gonna have an orgy, or something?" Brad asked, with a hopeful
twinkle in his deep brown eyes.  He was the only one of us still wearing
clothes.

"Yeah ... OR SOMETHING," Josh chuckled.  "You'd better strip, too
... unless you never want to wear those jeans again."

Laughing, Brad stepped out of his baggy blue jeans.

Moments later, we saw the reasoning behind undressing ... and
unfortunately, it had nothing whatsoever to do with sex!  We had to feed
the ropes under the belly of a cow, and pull him out of the mud.  It might
sound easy enough ... but let me tell you, it wasn't!  Four of us lifted
the ass end of the steer while the others pulled from the front.  By the
time we'd rescued one of the steers, all six of us had slipped and fallen
several times in the gook.  But a couple of weary ... and sometimes
frustrating ... hours later, saw all three of the steers returned to solid
ground.

And five teenagers and one man were covered from head to toe in layer after
layer of red mud.  Mud wrestling had lost any appeal it might have ever
had; let me tell you!  Anyway, we tried to clean off, as much as we could,
in the weak flow from the water tank.  But we were still a mess!

While we had been rescuing the three cattle, the rest of the small herd
must have tried to drain the water trailer.  Because when Josh checked the
tank, it was already over half empty.

"Tyler, until we get this windmill pumping water again, I'll need for you
and Chris to drive out here every afternoon.  You'll need to haul the water
tank back to the barn, and refill it," Josh instructed.  "I'll try to get
the guy with the well rig out here next week.  I hope all he has to do is
deepen the well some, to find the underground stream again.  But with the
drought we've had the last few years, I guess it's possible that it has
gone permanently dry."

I sure hoped not.  Hauling water every afternoon, for the next few days,
was bad enough.  I didn't even want to THINK about doing it for a couple of
years!

Several of us lifted the tongue of the water trailer off of the hitch,
while Josh drove the pickup out from under it.  And after setting it on the
ground, the five of us, nude, muddy, and VERY weary, mounted our horses and
followed Josh back to the ranch compound.  All six of us desperately needed
a good, long shower, followed by a soak in the hot tub!  And who knew what
might happen then?

***

I'm going to end this chapter right here.  I hope you guys enjoyed it!
I've never been on a skateboard in my life.  I sure do enjoy watching guys
skateboard, though.  Before I wrote anything about the subject, I did some
research into it.  I even got an app for my iPhone that has demonstration
videos to teach guys how to skateboard.  (Damn, the skateboarders are
cute!)  If only I was 40 years younger and had a good sense of balance! lol

Two more chapters will bring us to the end of "Us Guys".

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Have a great week, guys!  Greg