Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 02:20:39 -0800 (PST) From: Greg Subject: I've Got the Best Family ch 13 I've Got the Best Family By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com) Proofreader and Story Consultant: Steve The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty Archive. It may not be copied to another website without prior permission from the author. This 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. *** I'm sure all of you are busy with the holiday season; but thanks for taking a few minutes to read my story. I hope all of you guys like the direction the story is taking, because I'm really happy with it. If you've got a minute after you read this chapter, I'd sure like to hear from you! fotogme11@yahoo.com And if you'd like to join the group for my stories, you can do that here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ill_suck_you/join Chapter Thirteen: (Tyler picks it up from here) After dropping Ryan and his friends off at the hot tub, I made a quick trip to the stables to check on Old Blue, for Kaiden. And then I headed up to my room. Opening my laptop, I called up AIM and it looked like Chris was on-line ... so we began to chat. We'd been talking for a while when I heard some noise behind me; and I glanced back just as Ryan and Devon flopped down in a couple of armchairs. "Umm, Tyler ... can you take Devon home, now?" Ryan asked, as Chris' reply popped onto my screen. Looking towards them with a smile, I replied, "Sure ... just a sec, let me say goodbye to Chris." We both said goodbye, and sent each other kisses ... a couple of times ... before I shut down the computer. "Okay, let's go," I said, closing the lid. As we were running down the stairs, Ryan shouted, "Dad ... we're taking Devon home, now." "See you in a little bit," Josh answered from the direction of his office. I grabbed the keys, and soon, we were driving towards the main highway. "So ... how did you guys like the hot tub?" I asked, looking in the rearview mirror at the two good-looking boys in the back seat. Actually ... I had a pretty good idea, already! "It was fine," Devon responded ... and then he glanced over at Ryan with a question on his face. Laughing, Ryan began, "I think Devon's not sure how much he ought to say around you, Tyler." And then he added to Devon, "You can say anything you want to around Tyler! He's not like Jared." Devon's face lit up with a big smile. "That's awesome!" he stated. "And ... so was being naked in the hot tub. Especially when I had my first orgasm!" "Way to go, Devon!" I exclaimed with another glance in the mirror. "Yeah," Devon replied; and then he turned to Ryan. "I sure wish I could talk to Jared like this. But he'd probably just make fun of me for not having any pubes yet; then he'd say that I was just a little kid who couldn't possibly know what a REAL orgasm was like." He paused for a moment. "Hey, I'm not little, anymore!" We talked about brothers for the rest of the drive; and about how much fun a couple of brothers, who just wanted to make each other feel good, could have together. As we were about to let Devon out of the car, I told him that we were trying to think of a way to help Jared see that. "I know the two of you don't get along," I commented. "But, until we come up with something, try to be nice to Jared ... even if he's mean to you. Okay?" "I'll try," Devon promised as he got out of the car. "See you guys in the morning ... BUT EARLIER this time!" The three of us were laughing, as we drove away. The rest of the evening went by quickly; and I DID get the guys to football practice on time Thursday morning. After I dropped them off, I drove around the fringes of the CU campus, stopping at likely looking spots to ask if I could put up the "Help Wanted" notices. Just about everybody said yes, and by ten-thirty I was back at the ranch. As I got out of the SUV, I noticed that Ben and Josh were standing just outside of the future studio, talking; and as I walked in that direction, Josh keyed a padlock, swinging the barn doors open wide. "This place IS a mess!" Ben was saying as I walked up next to them. "Morning, son," he added when he noticed me. "Morning, Dad," I replied with a smile. "Yes," Josh commented while shaking his head, "years worth of who-knows-what has been piled in here. I'd better order one or two of those demolition dumpsters, and have them delivered this afternoon. I've got a few boxes of personal items out here that I want to keep; and I'm sure some of this accumulation can be donated to Goodwill. But most of it needs to go to the landfill!" "Where do we begin, with a mess like this?" I asked, as my eyes roamed over the piles of junk. Josh draped his arm around my shoulder. "After I hire the college guys, we'll just pick a spot," he stated. "Everything has to be cleared out." As we surveyed the darkened interior of the barn, the men discussed how to accomplish the task at hand. Josh really demonstrated his leadership qualities, as he set out a series of steps to tackle the problem. Although I was skeptical, Josh insisted that tomorrow, with enough men and the right equipment, the barn could be completely cleaned out ... in one day. Josh called a waste management company, and ordered two huge dumpsters to be delivered first thing this afternoon. As we were eating lunch Josh's cell phone began to ring, as college guys called to ask about the job. And during the meal, I overheard Roy, the ranch foreman, tell Josh that the ranch was running low on veterinary supplies ... and that they would probably run out of a couple of things by the weekend. "Call in the order," Josh instructed, "and have somebody pick it up this afternoon." "Will do, boss," Roy said. "But that's why I mentioned it; if I give you three men to clean out that barn, I won't have anybody to send, today." Josh nodded. "I'll take care of getting it here, then." As he was speaking, Josh's cell phone rang again, and he answered it. "COLE! It's good to talk to you again! How have you been? Is the summer term over, yet?" There was a pause; and Josh smiled as he listened to the reply. "So you saw the flyer ... and want to get your hands dirty," Josh stated. And after another pause he continued, "It'll be hard work ... but the pay's good!" Josh laughed at Cole's reply. "Maybe," Josh responded, as he looked at me and nodded. "Great! I'll be looking for you and your friends in an hour, then." And he pressed the 'end call' button and clipped the phone onto his belt. Then he turned to Dad. "Ben ... good news; it sounds like we're in business for this afternoon!" "That IS good news!" Dad replied with a smile. "Yes," Josh nodded. Then his mind seemed to be changing directions, as he thought for a few moments. "Ben, this might seem crazy, but I just had an idea." "And ..." Dad said. "Well ... maybe we can kill THREE birds with one stone," Josh noted with a smile. "What would you say ... if I asked you and Tyler to pick up the veterinary supplies this afternoon? The supply house is east of Denver, along I-70. Then maybe the two of you could spend the night near the airport ... and pick up the guys in the morning?" "I'd say that kills TWO birds!" Ben replied with a laugh. "What's the third one?" "I told Tim a while back, that I would do everything in my power to see that your new photography business gets off to a good start," Josh stated. "And that includes using my influence whenever I can." Dad nodded; and both of us listened attentively, while Josh explained that he'd been a good friend of the owner of the ranch supply house for years ... not to mention a big customer. They published several catalogs each year; and somebody had to take the photography for it. Josh was going to strongly suggest that the owner give us a chance to do some of it! "I don't know what to say," Ben responded, speechless. "I do," I commented, grinning from ear to ear. "YES!" "That's what I wanted to hear, Tyler," Josh laughed. "Maybe nothing will come of the photography; but it never hurts to make a few contacts!" "That's for sure!" Dad stated. "You can never know too many people." As the staff began to clear off the table, we put our dirty dishes in the dishwasher. And after Josh found a map of Colorado, he pointed out where the supply house was located. It was in a brand new industrial park, not far from the Denver airport. The phone rang a couple of times, while we were inside, and Josh indicated that three more guys from the college would be out first thing in the morning. Then, Josh called Devon's mom, arranging for her to pick up the boys after football practice, and take them in the morning. While Dad was making reservations at a hotel in the area, we heard a couple of big rigs outside. Josh and I went out and directed them where to set the dumpsters; and as they were about ready to leave, an older, small Subaru wagon with a lone guy behind the wheel pulled up. While we watched, the driver opened the car door and walked towards us. "Josh, Tyler ... good to see you again!" he said. "Cole?" Josh replied. "Yep ... how do you like the new me?" Cole answered with a laugh. "What happened?" I asked, shocked, as we hugged. "You cut your dreadlocks!" I guess I would have recognized him, after he'd started talking to us. But he almost looked like a different person; his dark red, wavy hair had been cut to a layered, medium length. Wow ... the rest of the guys were in for a surprise! "Yeah ... it's a long story," Cole laughed. "I like the new look," Josh stated emphatically. And as he was speaking, Dad walked up to us. "Cole ... this is Ben Wilson, Tyler's father." "Hey ... glad to meet you," Cole said in his friendly, easy-going manner, "Cole Simmons"; and the two men shook hands. "Happy to meet you, too," Ben stated. "I think I saw your photo in the slide show the other night." Cole looked questioningly from Josh to me, before smiling. "I hope whoever took the picture, caught my good side." "I'd say that they did," Ben laughed. As we were talking, another car with a couple of guys in the front seat pulled up. And after they got out, Cole introduced them as friends of his. Aaron, who always seemed to have a smile on his face, and a more serious guy, named Jason. "I hope you men are prepared to work," Josh stated. "Because there's a big job ahead of us, that has to be done by tomorrow night." "Let's take a look at it," Jason said; and the six of us walked into the barn. "Wow ... the three of us need to do all of this ... by tomorrow night?" Laughing, Josh replied, "No. Five more guys from CU are supposed to be here in the morning. I think eight, plus a few of my men, should be able to knock it out." "I guess we'd better get started, then," Cole said, as he eyed the work to be done. He looked like he wasn't too sure, that even with the extra help, they'd be able to clean out the barn by tomorrow night. Josh said that he would be working alongside them, as much as he could; so he could make a decision on the spot, about whether to keep something or throw it away. Three ranch hands showed up with wheelbarrows, and Dad and I rolled up our sleeves and pitched in, before we had to leave to get the veterinary items. An hour or so later, after packing an overnight bag, Dad and I left in the big, black Suburban, so we'd have enough room for Tim, Chris and Kaiden with their luggage, as well as several cartons of supplies. The drive took a good hour and a half, but it was the fastest ninety minutes I could remember. Dad and I REALLY talked to each other ... like I don't think we ever had. "Tyler, your mom and I are SO proud of the man you've become," Dad commented at one point. As a sixteen year-old guy, one way to always get my attention was to call me a man and not a boy ... even though I wasn't sure why he was saying it! "I don't know if it's because we did something right, or in spite of us," he continued, with a little laugh. Both of us were silent for a while. I was wondering where Dad was going with this; maybe, he was trying to decide what to say next. "When your mom and I were young, we hoped to have a big family. But after all the problems she had delivering you, the doctors told us not to try to have any more children," Dad finally said. "Then we hoped for grandchildren." He chuckled under his breath. "I guess that won't be happening, now. But Tyler ... you've given us the opportunity to be part of the big family we always wanted! And we sure hope that you and Chris will let us be a part of your lives." "Of course, we will!" I declared. "And I'm sure the other guys will, too." Suddenly, I realized that I'd hardly spent any time with them alone, since they'd moved to the ranch. My bed in my parents' house hadn't been slept in. I unfastened my seatbelt and wrapped my arms around Dad, in a quick hug. "Careful there, son!" Dad exclaimed with a laugh. "I am driving." We both had a good laugh, after I buckled up; and the rest of our conversation was a mixture of lighthearted banter, remembering past times and looking forward to everything that lay ahead for all of us. Dad found the turnoff for the industrial park, but we had a little trouble locating the supply house. However, after a quick phone call for the last few directions, we found it without any more problems. Dad and I went inside, where we met the owner, while waiting for our order. We discovered that they mailed out catalogs for several product lines throughout the year. Most of the photography was supplied by the manufacturers, but they would definitely keep us in mind when something came up. And Dad promised to send samples of his and Tim's work, as soon as everything had settled down. The men talked for a while, and I added comments from time to time. After shaking hands, we picked up the supplies: three good-sized cartons. With the third seat folded down, the cargo area of the Suburban was cavernous. It easily swallowed the boxes, with lots of room to spare for luggage. And we drove around the area for a while looking for a place to have dinner. We finally had to settle for Arby's; but I was finding that just spending time with my dad was awesome. While our lives sure hadn't been difficult back in Kansas, and things might still get tough on the ranch, everything ... and I mean EVERYTHING ... had changed for the better. After finishing our meal, we found the hotel and checked into our room. And I guess the first thing I noticed was the two double beds. Two guys, sleeping in two double beds in the same room, was something that hadn't been a part of my life for a while! But Dad and I had never done anything even remotely sexual with each other in the past, that I could remember. "How about watching something on Pay Per View?" Dad asked, after we'd settled in. "Sure," I replied. I pushed a couple of buttons on the remote until I found the movie menu. But nothing looked really interesting to me ... at least nothing that I hadn't seen before. Finally we settled for a Colorado Rockies baseball game, that had already started. They were, and still are, Dad's favorite team. We kicked off our shoes; and both Dad and I pulled off our shirts, before we sat on our separate beds, leaning against the headboards to watch the game. "Wow ... your body is really filling out, son," Dad exclaimed with a smile, during one of the many commercial breaks. "All that time you've spent lifting weights really shows!" "Thanks, Dad," I laughed, as I flexed my biceps for him. Dad wasn't overly muscular ... but his six-foot frame was trim and well proportioned. His chest and abdomen were covered in a mat of hair that was just beginning to turn gray. Of course, I'd seen it many times over the years; and now, I wondered if I would inherit a hairy body from him. I loved the hair that had sprouted on my stomach in the last year; I thought it looked really hot. But I wasn't sure I wanted it to come up any higher. After we'd gotten to know each other, Chris told me about the first time he saw me without a shirt on ... at the motel hot tub back in Kansas. He said that my well populated happy trail, and the other hair on my belly was SO hot ... a real turn-on for him. There was just the right amount, to lead his eyes to the waistband of my low-slung shorts; and wonder what was hidden under the fabric. Anyway, Dad and I spent three hours, or so, watching the game. By one of the middle innings, I began to really think about Chris ... and that we'd be together again, in just a few more hours. My cock began to grow and stiffen at an awkward angle, and I had a hard time moving it to a more comfortable position. "Looks like you've got a problem, there," Dad laughed, as he glanced at my crotch. "Yeah!" I smiled back, finally making my dick comfortable. "I was just thinking about Chris." "I can imagine," Dad replied, shaking his head. "Your mom STILL does that to me every once in a while." We both laughed. While I knew that my parents loved each other ... and of course, Dad had to get hard-ons from time to time ... I guess that I'd never really looked at either one of them in a sexual way. But during the rest of the game, we talked about love in it's many forms: my love for Chris, Dad and Mom's love for each other, my parents' love for me, my love for them, and all of our love for our new family. Baseball isn't my favorite sport; but that night, it was the backdrop for some more meaningful conversation between my dad and me. We'd talked more in this day, about stuff that really mattered, than I could remember in years! Anyway, the Rockies lost ... nothing new there ... and as the local news came on the screen, I headed to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth for bed. When I came back into the bedroom, Dad had slipped off his jeans. And as I glanced at his hairy body, my dick began to get hard again. I wasn't thinking about Chris at the moment ... it must have been DAD'S body that did it to me! I shook my head, trying to clear the thought from my mind, as Dad entered the bathroom. But even the sound of his stream splashing in the bowl turned me on. And I thought back to a time when I was a little boy ... when I saw my dad naked for the first time. He was pissing then, probably just like he was doing now. I had marveled at how big his dangling cock had seemed. Of course, since I was a little kid, even a fat three or four incher would have seemed large to me. And I hadn't seen Dad naked in years. I slipped out of my shorts and slid between the sheets. Fuck, but I needed to jack-off! The blood was pounding in my dick, and my balls had pulled up tight. Dad left the bathroom light on, for a nightlight, and then he turned off the rest of the lights in the room. After he got into his bed, we talked for a while in the semidarkness. It was mostly lighthearted joking, and at least my cock had gone down as the two of us drifted off to sleep. But I woke up, sometime in the early morning, with a rod as stiff as iron. I rolled over onto my stomach, humping the mattress for a little while. Man, the sensations in the head of my cock were driving me crazy. My throbbing manhood was begging me to stroke it; and I usually always gave in to those urges! I glanced over at Dad. His face was turned away from me; and his breathing was shallow and very steady ... the kind that's hard for a guy who's pretending to be asleep to duplicate. And I quietly rolled over onto my back, throwing the sheet back in the process. After stacking a few pillows against the headboard, I took up a half sitting, half reclining position. Even in the dim light from the bathroom, I thought I could see my cock jump with each beat of my heart. With another look towards my father, I took my meat in my hand and began to slowly pleasure myself. As I spread my legs wide, my right hand slid the sheath of skin over my cock head again and again; and without thinking about it, I moaned loudly. Dad mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over, so that he was facing me. His breathing was disturbed for a while, and I held my fist in place, wrapped comfortably around my dick. I watched my dad, ready to pull the sheet over my body if he seemed to rouse. But in a few moments, Dad settled down, and soon seemed to be sleeping soundly. Smiling to myself, I began to stroke my penis again. Pumping harder now, I drew my heels up close to my ass, as I lifted my knees, spreading them apart. And after licking the fingers of my left hand, I reached under my leg and began to play with my pucker. With a slap-slapping sound, I fisted my cock ... much faster and harder than before. My ears may have heard the sound I was making as I jacked off, but I guess my mind didn't pay any attention to it. I was lost in a world of awesome sensations, pleasuring myself with abandon. I was almost to the point of no return. "Oh, yeah!" I moaned softly, stretching out my legs. "I'd say," Dad commented with a little laugh, at the same time as I felt cum enter the base of my shaft. I clamped down with my pubic muscles, but it was too late. And seconds later, ropes of warm jism shot over my abdomen. "Wow, son," Dad said quietly, almost seeming flustered. He paused for a moment. "It looked like you REALLY enjoyed that ... and you made me SO hard, too." I guess a part of my mind told me that I ought to be embarrassed; but honestly, I wasn't. Maybe a month ago, I would have been; but a month ago, I was living a boring life. In so many ways, I'd become a different ... A BETTER ... more open person since I met Chris, and the rest of my new family. "Well, Dad," I asked slowly, "would you like to join me?" I'm sure it would sound sexy, if I could say that Dad jumped into bed with me; and we passionately made out for the next couple of hours. But it didn't happen that way. And Ryan told me to tell you guys the truth, when I wrote this down. Actually, I think what DID happen was a lot better! I suppose you'd have to know my dad, but the LAST thing I ever expected was for the two of us to be jacking off in a hotel room, together. But that's exactly what happened. Dad threw back his sheet, and the two of us slowly stroked ourselves to climaxes ... once for Dad, and a second time for me. Then we took a long, hot shower together. No kissing ... and not much caressing ... just pure father and son love. And sometimes, I guess, that's the best kind! *** That's it for this chapter. I hope all of you enjoyed it! Please accept it as my Christmas present to each of you. And thanks for all of your support during this year. This will be my last post in 2007. With the holidays, chapter fourteen won't be posted until the first Friday of January. Anyway, I hope 2008 starts out on the right foot for all of you ... and that it is filled with happiness! Until then ... Greg