Date: Fri, 11 Jan 2008 03:25:57 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: I've Got the Best Family ch 15

I've Got the Best Family

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

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Chapter Fifteen:

(Josh narrates)

After Devon's mom brought the boys home from football practice, on Thursday
afternoon, I wasn't surprised when Ryan jumped into Cole's arms.  I think
we all liked the fun-loving, red haired college student; but up in the
mountains, Ryan and Cole had bonded in a special way.  I know Ryan looked
up to Cole ... and maybe Cole looked at Ryan as the younger brother he'd
never had.  But whatever the reason, it was touching to watch the two of
them together!

When they got home from practice on Friday, Ryan introduced the twins to
Cole.  Then everybody buckled down to the task at hand.  The cleanup of the
barn was every bit the job I'd expected it to be.  Fortunately, by late in
the afternoon, we had nineteen guys working on it; and well before dark,
the barn was empty, except for a box that had been marked 'Josh/Personal'.

"Guys, thanks for all your hard work today," I stated, wiping the sweat
from my face.  "Follow me into the office, and I'll settle-up with each of
you."

I glanced over the faces and bodies of the good-looking college men and
boys, and smiled to myself.  Most of the men had removed their shirts,
during the heat of the day; and some of the guys' chests and backs were
streaked with dirt and sweaty grime.

"We've got a shower room by the pool, if any of you guys want to use it," I
advised, as I headed to the office door, with a tired group of guys
straggling behind.  "I'm planning a big barbecue out here tomorrow night,
to welcome Tim and his boys to the J bar A.  It's at seven o'clock, for
everybody on the ranch; and all of you guys from CU are invited too.  I
really hope every one of you can make it; and bring a date, if you want."

I wrote out a check to each of the college guys, for the hourly wage we'd
agreed upon when I hired them.  And I recorded the hours that the Lopez
boys and Luke had worked, since they were already on my payroll.

Only Ryan, Kaiden, Tim and I were left in the room.  And after glancing at
Kaiden, Ryan turned to me.

"Don't we get paid anything?" Ryan asked, soberly.

I hadn't really thought about that!  When I was growing up, by father
didn't believe in paying my sister and me for things we did around the
house, or even in the family business.  At the time, I suppose I thought he
was being unfair.  But looking back on it, I had convinced myself that he'd
been right, since my parents always gave us money for everything we needed,
and most of what we wanted.

"Well, yes ... I guess I COULD pay you guys," I said with a smile,
remembering my father's words.  "But then, I'd probably have to charge you
for your room and board, and those trips into Boulder for football
practice.  Of course, then you'd need to buy all of your own stuff, too."
I entered a few numbers into the calculator.  "Let's see ... that comes up
to ..."

"Okay ... okay!  I guess I see what you mean there," Ryan stated glumly.
Even though he wasn't smiling now, maybe he'd come around to my way of
thinking, after he'd been my son for a while longer.

Kaiden hadn't said anything, but he wasn't smiling either, as he glanced at
Tim with an unspoken question on his lips.

"You boys had better get your showers, too," I said.  "Tyler's folks are
having all of us over for dinner, tonight."

Ryan and Kaiden hung their heads, as they trudged from the room, mumbling
to each other.

When we were alone in the office, Tim asked, "Do you really think it's
best, to not pay our sons for extra work they do around the ranch?"  It was
obvious, he didn't agree with me.  "I don't think we ought to pay them for
doing their chores, either.  But when they go above and beyond, I think
there ought to be some type of reward out there ... more than just an
attaboy."  He paused for a moment.  "Of course, Josh, I'll never undermine
your authority around our boys, especially concerning the ranch."

I laughed.  "Well, Tim, you're the one who has experience raising a couple
of great boys; and I admit, I'm still new at the whole fatherhood thing.  I
was just handling it like my dad did."

"And what did you think about your father's way of doing things, when you
were a teen-ager?" Tim asked with a smile.  "No offense to your dad.  I
suppose his way of dealing with you and Cathy might have had its merits;
but I've always believed that a young person learns how to use money more
wisely, if they have to earn it."

He paused again, to let his last words sink in.

"I sure don't claim to have all the answers; and I don't know anything
about running a ranch," Tim commented, after giving me a peck on the lips.
"But Josh ... I know, if we work together, we'll come up with the plan
that's best for our family!"  With a smile, Tim changed the subject.
"Well, I'd better head to the locker room and take my shower, too.  I'm WAY
too grungy to shower upstairs!"

"I'll be out in a few minutes," I said, returning the checkbook to the
drawer and locking it.  "But I need to take care of a couple of things,
first."

After Tim left, I went out to the newly emptied barn, picked up my carton
and carried it up to Tim's and my bedroom; and then I joined Tim in the
shower.  A naked Tim, with just a towel slung over his shoulders, was
describing his workout routine with the last of the college guys, who were
just getting dressed.  And after they'd gone, Tim and I took a slow,
sensuous shower together.  It felt so good to hold my lover in my arms
again!

Between kisses, we lovingly washed each other from head to toe.

I had a couple of pairs of shorts in one of the lockers; and Tim and I
slipped into them, before heading back to the house, where we dressed in
clean clothes for dinner.

"Tim, why don't you head over to the Wilson's with the boys?" I asked as I
ran my fingers through my drying hair.

"Sure," Tim replied with a smile.  "Will you be over before long?"

"Yes, I just need to do a couple of things first," I said.  "See you in
five or ten minutes."

And after Tim left, I picked up the carton from the barn.  While cleaning
out the hayloft, early in the day, one of the college guys had run across
the box tucked away in a corner.  Honestly, I'd forgotten that I'd stored
it.  But being the curious guy that I am, immediately I pulled aside the
yellowing tape and opened the flaps.  Inside were my old high school
letterman's jacket, a football, a diploma and some other, truly amazing
memorabilia.

With a smile crossing my lips, I lifted the cassette from the box and
popped it in a tape deck.  Then I took a small, hinged, gray box out of the
carton, and sat it on my dresser.  As a plan began to form in my mind, I
turned out the lights and headed next door to the Wilson's.

Tina prepared a delicious dinner for the eight of us.  It was a tight fit
around their dinner table; but we were all having such a good time, that I
don't think anybody was bothered by the close quarters.  In fact, all four
boys took advantage of the situation, as knees pressed against knees, and
bare feet shuffled under the table.  After we pushed back from the meal,
the boys said they were going swimming; and the four of us who were left,
moved to the living room with our cups of coffee.

"Oh to be young again," Ben commented reflectively, while glancing out the
window at the backs of our sons.

"Being a teenager did have its good points," I stated, as I looked into
Tim's soulful, brown eyes.

"Yeah, but I remember lots of difficult times, too," Tim added with a shake
of his head.  "At least ... I don't think I'd EVER want to relive 1986!"

I had to laugh at that, because that would have been the year Tim got his
girlfriend, and future wife Beth, pregnant with Chris.  I knew it had to
have been difficult for him, back then, although it had turned out really
well in the end, because Chris was a great kid.  We talked about our lives
for a while, back when we were the ages of our kids.  And we all came to
the conclusion that our boys had a better life than we'd had at their age.
Fifteen or twenty years ago, none of us could have imagined where we would
be today.

At some point, the conversation turned to the photography business.

"What do you think about calling it J bar A Photography?" I asked as a
joke.

"Josh, that's a great idea!" Tim exclaimed, and Ben agreed.  "If it wasn't
for you and the ranch, it wouldn't exist in the first place.  And by the
way, that barn is going to make a great studio," he added with a smile.  "I
knew it would be big enough; but now that it's all opened-up, I can really
tell what a great space we have to work with."

We spent the rest of the evening, talking about the photography business.
Both Ben and Tim never seemed to run out of words, when it came to their
passion for photography and the plans they had for the future.  And Tina
was a real trooper, as she listened attentively, adding her insights from
time to time.

I'm sure it was midnight or after, when we finally said goodnight to Ben
and Tina.  As we walked back to the house, I glanced towards the pool,
noticing that the lights had been turned off.  We hadn't heard from the
boys since dinner; but I was sure they had important business to take care
of!

While Tim was in the bathroom, I turned on the stereo, softly playing the
cassette I'd popped in earlier.

"What the ..." Tim began, opening the bathroom door while drying his hands.

Both Tim and I burst out laughing.

"I'd forgotten all about that song!" Tim declared.  "Michael Jackson ..."

Michael Jackson was singing "Beat It", as only he could.

"Me too," I said.  "Until I found the cassette in a box out in the barn.
Can you believe we actually liked listening to that guy?"  I laughed while
shaking my head.  "Remember when you gave it to me?"

"Yeah ... I do now," Tim replied with a smile.  "It would have been for
your birthday ... 1983, was it?"

"That sounds about right," Josh affirmed.  "I would have turned fifteen,
and just finished my first year of high school."

"So I was getting ready to go into ninth grade," Tim said, remembering.
"Wow ... a lot has happened since then ..."

"Isn't that the truth!" I exclaimed wistfully.  And stepping over to the
dresser, I picked up the small gray box.  "And look what else I found."

Tim walked over next to me, as I flipped open the box, revealing a tightly
braided silver chain curled on a bed of blue velvet.  It had also been a
present from Tim ... and I'd given him one just like it.  I'd forgotten,
until I'd seen the chain, this afternoon, that the two of us had pledged
our undying friendship and devotion to each other, way back then!

"I wonder, if I've still got the one you gave to me?" Tim asked, shaking
his head.  "I haven't seen it in years."

I laughed.  "Look what's inscribed on the inside."

'JOSH AND TIM: FRIENDS FOREVER'

Tim threw his arms around my neck, in the biggest hug he'd ever given me.
And as I wrapped my arms under his, cupping Tim's shoulder blades in my
hands, I felt Tim's body begin to hitch.

"I can't believe that you waited for me, all these years," Tim said just
above a whisper, his usually even voice breaking.

"Hey, Tim ... friends forever ... that inscription was right," I commented
in a soothing, mellow voice.

I guess Michael Jackson kept on singing, or maybe the tape came to the end
and clicked off; I don't remember.

Tim and I stood beside the bed, hugging each other.  Maybe at first, we
were trying to make-up for lost time; but at some point, we both realized
while that might sound good, it was impossible.  What had happened in the
past, both good and bad, could never be relived.  And while neither of us
knew what the future would hold, we had each other and our family; and
that's what really mattered, when all was said and done!

I guess we were lying in bed, holding each other, when I drifted off to
sleep.  At least, my arms were wrapped around Tim when I woke up, late the
next morning.  After untangling myself from the only guy I'd ever loved, I
took care of business in the bathroom.  When I returned to the bed, Tim was
still sleeping peacefully ... but I was feeling playful.  Okay, I'll admit
it ... I was feeling devilish, too!

I knew how ticklish Tim was when awake, and I decided to see how his body
would respond to being tickled while he was sleeping.  With the lightest of
touches, I stroked my fingers over Tim's naked side ... from his firm ass
cheek to up under his ribcage.

At first, Tim didn't react, at all.  But then, I began to see goosebumps
forming on his skin; and grinning, I started tickling his ribs, in earnest.

"Wha ... what?" Tim blubbered, as he drew his body up in a ball, causing a
tidal wave in the waterbed.  "Josh ... no!"  He began to giggle
uncontrollably.  "Stop it, Josh!"

But the more he laughed and tried to get away, the harder I tickled him.
Tim's muscular one hundred and seventy-five pound body was reduced to a
quivering mass of jelly beneath my fingers.

"I'll get you for this!" Tim exclaimed, between fits of laughter.

I've never been ticklish, so I wasn't worried about that; but finally, I
decided that he'd had enough, as I lowered my lips to his.  At first, Tim
resisted, but then he wrapped his arms around me, as the kiss intensified.
His body was super sensitive to my touch, as I licked down his chest and
taut abdomen.  And I thought Tim was going to lose it, when I stroked the
inside of his hairy, left leg and began to suck on his big toe.

When he'd finally regained his wits, Tim gasped, "Josh ... my body has
NEVER felt so alive before!  It's like every nerve is on edge, just waiting
for wherever you're going to touch it next."

That was exactly what I'd hoped to hear!  I took my time exploring every
inch of my lover, from his head to his feet.  And talk about ready!  When I
finally zeroed-in on his throbbing nine-inch cock, it only took a few
seconds for Tim to shoot high in the air, as his orgasm wracked his body
with uncontrollable spasms.

"Fuck!" Tim cried out, after he was able to speak.  "Josh ... you can
tickle me any time you want ... as long as you finish it off like that!"

"Anything to make you happy," I noted with a laugh.  "After all these
years, I sure don't want to take a chance of losing you!"

"That's not going to happen," Tim promised, as he pulled my face to his in
a gentle kiss.  "But I don't know how I'm ever going to top what you just
did for me."

"Don't worry about that," I stated with a grin.  "I did it ... just to show
my love for you, Tim ... not because I expected anything in return."

After a few moments of gentle kissing, we took a steaming shower.

"Josh," Tim began, as he pulled on his shorts.  "Before we go downstairs, I
think we'd better come to a decision about paying, or not paying, the boys
for work they do around here.  I'm sure they'll accept whatever we decide
... as long as we really believe in our decision, and stand united behind
it."

"Tim ... I've been thinking about what you said to me last night," I
replied, while tying my shoes.  "And I've probably been unfair to the
guys."  I sat up straight.  "But I'm not sure how to decide what they
should be paid for, and what we just expect them to do, because they're our
sons."

"That's a hard one," Tim agreed.  "I sure don't want to write out a list of
chores they'll be expected to do.  We've got some great boys, but you know
how kids can be, sometimes ... if we forget to put something on the list,
they might expect to be paid for it."

"I guess, if any of the boys wants to work on the ranch or at the photo
studio during the summer, after school or on weekends, we could just hire
them ..." I suggested.  "But I think we ought to insist that they save a
large part of anything we pay them."

"I agree with that, one hundred percent!" Tim replied, and then he laughed,
"I think they'd be crazy not to take us up on a job offer like that."  He
paused for a moment.  "Maybe that IS the way to do it.  We'll pay them a
man's wages for a man's work.  And I think cleaning out that barn would
qualify as 'man's work'."

"But if I needed help with birthing a calf, say ... in the middle of the
night, or maybe on the weekend," I added.  "I think we ought to expect them
to just help out with that."

"That would just be part of their family obligation," Tim stated.  "There's
a lot of gray area there, but that's probably the way it ought to be."  He
slipped a light blue t-shirt over his head.  "I'll run all of this by Ben,
later today.  I'd like to hear his thoughts on this, too."

"Settled!" I said with a smile.

The boys were downstairs watching a Saturday morning kids' show on TV.  And
while they'd probably never admit it to their friends, it looked like even
Tyler and Chris were enjoying it.

When we told them they would get paid for cleaning out the barn, all four
of the guys were thrilled.  The hugs I got from Ryan and Kaiden were
priceless!

"You're not going to ask for room and board, are you?" Ryan asked with a
grin.

"No room and board," I affirmed, hugging my bare-chested son again.
"Except for one of these, every once-in-a-while."

"More often than that!" Ryan exclaimed, wrapping his arms around me.

I wish I could say that everything went smoothly concerning paying the
boys.  I'm sure there were times they felt Tim, Ben or I should have paid
them, when we didn't.  But I'm also sure the opposite was true, although
for some strange reason we never heard about that!

Like all families, we've had our share of disagreements over the years.
However, the boys knew without a doubt that Tim and I loved them with all
of our hearts.  And in the end, we all knew that's what really counts!

***

Well, this sounds like a good spot to end chapter fifteen.  I sure hope you
enjoyed Josh and Tim's little get-together!  If so, why don't you send me
an email?  fotogme11@yahoo.com

If you've never read the first story in this saga, and you enjoy my
writing, maybe you would like to check it out.  It's called "I'll Suck You"
and it's in the gay/incest section of Nifty.  The last post date was June
25, 2007.

Have a fun week!  Greg