Date: Wed, 2 Dec 2009 01:08:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 11

More is Better

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

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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,
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***

Thanks for your email after chapter 10.  I always enjoy hearing from my
readers!  With the Thanksgiving holiday this past weekend, I decided to
delay posting this chapter for a few days, and I will post a chapter every
Wednesday between now and Christmas week.

I hope you enjoy chapter 11!

***

Chapter Eleven:

(It's Chris again!)

We had taken the ranch's two large Suburbans to the game, and after a stop
at DQ, we piled into the trucks for the drive home.  Most of the younger
boys climbed into the SUV that Emilio, the twins' father, was driving,
along with Roy, Maria, Tina, and Mrs. Lopez.  Those three women had struck
up quite a conversation while we were at the Dairy Queen.  That left Ben,
Tim, Josh, Tyler, Jared, Devon and his parents, Kaiden, and me in the
other.

Following the other vehicle, Josh turned out of the parking lot.

"I can't believe that Sparks bastard and his wife would come to the boys'
football game, like that," Josh said to no one in particular.  "I thought
there was a court order saying they weren't supposed to go near Eric ... at
least, not until after the hearing next month."

"And it had better not be for a long time after that," Tim added from the
front passenger seat, while turning on the heater.

"Give us some heat back here, too," Tyler called out; and right away,
lukewarm air began to blow from the ceiling vents.

"It sounds like both of them are going to be in more hot water after
pulling that little stunt," Ben stated.  "The social worker said the police
would be paying them a visit, and they might even spend a night in jail for
it."

While Tim stated that one night wasn't enough, Mrs. Myers commented, "Ben,
I know Eric has been living with you and Tina for a little while."  She
paused, before continuing.  "I'm sorry; I don't mean to butt into something
private, but what exactly did they do to him?"

"Honey, that's none of our business," Robb chastised his wife.

"No, it's okay," Ben spoke up from beside Jared's mom.  "I guess it's not a
big secret; but for Eric's sake, we aren't broadcasting it."  He paused to
take a breath.  "Eric has been abused by his parents ... or his dad, at
least ... for quite a while."

Mrs. Myers gasped.

"I expected as much," Jared's dad said.  "What's this world coming to?"

"My thoughts exactly," Tim agreed.

The five of us in the back two seats weren't saying anything, but hanging
on to every word from up front.

"And they were at the game tonight?" Jared and Devon's mom seemed shocked.

"Both Eric and Ryan said they saw them in the visitors' bleachers," Tim
replied.  "But by the time we found out about it, they had disappeared."

"I guess technically they didn't have contact with Eric," Josh added,
braking for a stoplight, before turning north on Highway 36.  "But damn
... just when it seemed like his life was getting back to normal..."

"I've spoken to her several times, and it's hard to believe Eric's mom
would be involved in something like child abuse," Mrs. Myers stated.  In
the glow from a passing streetlight, I could see she was shaking her head.

"You never can tell about those things," Robb answered, and Ben agreed.

"But you don't know her like I do," Mrs. Myers countered.

"Dear, how well do you REALLY know her?" Jared's dad questioned.

As the adults continued to debate weightier matters, the conversation in
the back seats turned more lighthearted.

Kaiden and Devon were talking loudly in the seat in front of Tyler, Jared,
and me, when I turned to my right and, in a quiet voice, said to Jared, "So
... do you think Colton will be at your barbecue on Saturday?"

"He'd better be!" Jared exclaimed softly.  Even in the darkness, I could
tell he was adjusting his suddenly uncomfortable package.  He snickered.
"I've got BIG plans for Saturday night."

"You think he'll be interested?" Tyler asked.

"Who knows," Jared replied.  "But I sure HOPE he is."

Then, maybe because he wasn't comfortable talking about such things with
his dad and mom only two seats away, he abruptly changed the subject.

"Say ... are you guys gonna have a Halloween party again this year?"

"Yeah?" Devon's prepubescent voice rang out.

Neither Tyler nor I knew know how to answer, since we didn't know the ranch
had held them in the past.

"Um, Josh," I said loudly.  "Jared wants to know if we're having a
Halloween party this year."

Jared nudged me with his elbow, like he'd have rather I hadn't used his
name.

"Jared!" Mr. Myers barked, as if his son had broken some kind of rule by
asking the question.

Josh just laughed.

"It's okay, Robb," he said.  "Everything has been so busy around the place,
I haven't really given it any thought, yet.  Would YOU like to see one,
Jared?"

"You bet!" our friend replied eagerly.

"Me, too!" Devon chimed in.

Then, seeming to remember who else was in the car with us, Jared added in a
subdued voice, "I mean, if you're gonna have one, and all."

"Well then, I guess we'll have a Halloween party."  Josh laughed again.
"Ben, how about you and Tina taking charge of it this year?"

"I think we can handle that," Ben answered for his wife and himself.

"Do the people dress up and everything?" Kaiden asked Devon.

"They did last year, at least," Devon commented.  "I'm gonna have to start
thinking about what I want to be this year."

"Kids," Jared said, as if putting on a costume was something he didn't do
anymore.

"What do you mean?" Tyler ribbed our friend.  "After I found out we're
having a Halloween party, I'm looking forward to that part!"

While none of the adults said much that interested us on the rest of the
drive to the Myers ranch, and then to our home, those of us in the back two
seats had plenty to say about Halloween ... and parties in general.  The
consensus was that we liked them both!  Someone even brought up Eric's
name, saying they bet Eric would have a fun time at the party.

I was sure of it!

It looked like the other guys had already been home for quite a while when
Josh turned off the key, and we climbed out of the large, white SUV.

The expansive Colorado sky seemed to be mostly cloudy, since masses of
stars twinkled in places, but the rest of it was jet black.  As I was
looking up, I noticed the slimmest of crescent moons disappear behind the
clouds.  It reappeared for a second, and then it was completely gone.  The
clouds seemed to be moving swiftly!

Shivering, we hurried across the yard to the back door.  At least in my
mind, it was shaping up to be a cold night.

"I'm gonna find Eric and Ryan," Kaiden stated, taking off his jacket and
hanging it on one of the varnished, wooden pegs just inside the door.

The rest of us did the same with ours.

"Okay, but don't you guys stay up too late," Josh answered, before turning
to Tim.  "I'm going to call the lawyer in the morning about this situation
with Eric's parents.  Maybe it'll be one more nail in their coffin."

As Tim was replying, Tyler yawned.  "Come on, Chris; let's get our shower
and hit the hay."

Laughing, I followed him out of the room.  It wasn't bedtime yet ... not by
a long shot.  But as I mentioned that fact to Tyler, while climbing the
stairs, he just smiled.  It seems someone at school had told him that guys'
sex drives are supposed to be at their very highest in the early morning
... having to do with hormone levels, or something ... and he wanted to
find out if that person knew what the fuck he was talking about.

"So it sounds like you're gonna try to get me up early in the morning," I
stated, not all that happy with the idea ... especially, since I wasn't
even sleepy at the moment!

"Hey ... don't you think we owe it to ourselves to find out, at least?" he
asked, as we ambled down the hall to our room.

I wasn't too sure about that, but I told Tyler I supposed getting up early
ONE morning wouldn't kill me.  Honestly, I wasn't too sure about that,
either...

We took a long, soothing shower ... and by the time we'd dried our bodies,
I suppose I was feeling a little tired.  After climbing onto our bed, Tyler
fiddled around with the alarm clock for quite a while, before turning out
the bedside lamp.

"'Night, bro; I love you," Tyler said contentedly, while lying back.
Haphazardly, he pulled a sheet and light blanket over our naked torsos.

"Love you too," I replied, rolling to face my lover's side.

The darkness of the room was only broken by the faint glow from an outdoor
light, and the large, green LED numerals of our alarm clock.  And after my
eyes adjusted to it, I lifted my hand and lightly stroked Tyler's side and
arm.

"Fuck," Tyler cooed, as I felt his skin turn to gooseflesh.  He seemed to
shiver, and I removed my hand.  "No, do it again, Chris.  That feels
amazing."

I wasn't quite sure which spot felt the best to my lover, so, as I raised
up on my elbow, I tried to retrace exactly what I'd just done.

Tyler shivered again, stronger this time; impulsively, he reached across
his body with his right arm and pulled my face to his.  Our lips met in an
urgent, needy kiss. Right away, as Tyler tangled his fingers in my hair,
while holding my head in place, his tongue thrust between my lips.
Suddenly, my dick was throbbing, as my tongue dueled with his.  And bending
my left knee, I rolled over the guy I loved with all my heart, placing my
foot on the bed just outside of Tyler's knee.

I rolled on top of him some; and the sheet and blanket fell away, when I
began to hump my seriously hard cock against Tyler's hip and taut belly.

"Oh, yeah!"  Again and again, I moaned around Tyler's tongue.

The sensations in my steely cock head, from rubbing over my brother's tight
abs, were out of this world!  Honestly, I couldn't get enough of them, as
both of us ground our cocks against each other's body.  In a sexual frenzy,
I humped against Tyler and our kissing become more passionate.  Of course,
there was the physical attraction between us; what guy in his right mind
wouldn't think Tyler was hot?  But more ... SO much more bound us together:
I love him with all of my heart!  Every fiber in my being longed for Tyler;
feverishly, my body writhed against his.

A short time later, after breaking our kiss for the briefest of moments, I
exclaimed, "Oh, fuck!"  Teetering on the brink of release, my whole body
tensed-up.  I stretched my legs to the fullest, and then tried to stretch
them more.  "I'm gonna cum, Tyler!  Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah, slime me, bro," Tyler urged.  Like waves in the ocean, his abs
... fuck, his WHOLE BODY ... began to undulate against mine.

That was all it took; immediately I began to unload.  An amazing climax
... the kind Tyler gives me so often ... began in my cock, before the
burning sensation traveled down my inner thighs to the tips of my outspread
toes. Fuck, the feelings were so intense, I never wanted them to end!

Sadly, of course, it had to.  And after shivering from a final wave of
sensations, I slumped, sweaty and exhausted, against Tyler.  I gave him a
short, but loving, kiss.

"Man, that was WAY intense!" he declared, wrapping his arm around my back.

"You're telling me?  Fuck!" I laughed.  "Do you want to hump against me,
too?"

"Yeah ... but I'll wait until the morning," Tyler replied.  "You know, the
experiment, and all."

I wasn't sure there was anything to that sex drive stuff, but smiling, I
agreed with my brother.  In silence, we lay in each other's arms for a
while, and suddenly, I started to feel sleepy.  We were cuddling, as I
closed my heavy eyelids and drifted off to sleep.

***

'What the fuck?' was the one thought running through my mind, as I groggily
opened my eyes.

Someone was calling Tyler's and my names, flashing the ceiling lights, and
seemed to be trying to tell us something.

I'm always slow to wake up in the morning, but finally, my head began to
clear ... a little bit, at least.  Moaning, I rubbed my eyes, while sitting
up in the bed.  The room air, cool against my naked torso, cleared my head
a bit more.

"Chris, you and Tyler get up, right this minute!" Tim demanded.  "Up and at
'em!  You're running WAY late!"

"What the..."  I glanced at the alarm clock: 7:28!  "Shit, I've gotta get
moving!"

As Dad strode briskly into our room, I shook Tyler hard.

"Let me sleep a little longer," he groaned.

"No way, young man!" Dad exclaimed.  "Out of bed, both of you!  I thought
you guys were already up; your brothers are downstairs, right now, having
breakfast."

All of a sudden, I realized I had to piss in the worst way, and as I
hurried into the bathroom to relieve myself, Dad did whatever was necessary
to get Tyler out of bed.  My cock began to swell, as I watched my lover
take his turn at the toilet.  His face was still puffy from sleep, and his
bed hair spiked every which way, but fuck he looked sexy!  I wrapped my
arms around him for a second and we kissed briefly, before splashing a
little water on our faces.

Still not wide-awake, Tyler clumsily grabbed the can of Axe from the
counter.  He sprayed some in both pits, over his dangling cock and balls,
and the crust of cum on his belly, before tossing it to me.  After I did
the same, we threw on the first clothes that came to hand, ran our fingers
through our hair, and a couple of minutes later, we were racing down the
stairs, school packs in our hands.

"I can't believe you set the alarm for PM," I stated.

"Yeah, me either" Tyler agreed.  "Sorry, bro."  With a hurried smile in my
direction, we walked down the hall toward the kitchen.  "I guess we must
have needed the extra sleep last night, more than sex this morning, Chris."

"If you say so," I laughed.  Almost ten hours of sleep ... it had been a
long time since I'd had that much!  "Maybe we just need to call the
experiment a failure."

"I wanna give it one more shot," Tyler said, stepping into the brightly lit
kitchen ahead of me.

We dropped our packs on the floor, just inside the room, where it seemed
like everyone was finishing his or her breakfast.

"There you guys are," Eric called out.  An empty milk glass and an almost
empty cereal bowl sat on the counter in front of him.  He seemed to be in
excellent spirits this morning.

"Hey, guys," I greeted the rest of our family, before explaining, "Our
alarm got screwed up last night."

"'Morning, boys," Tina answered for all our folks.

I was about to take a seat, when Josh spoke up.  "Chris, it's almost
quarter 'til eight.  If you're going to get these boys to school before the
bell rings, you and Tyler had better grab a couple of Pop Tarts and eat
them in the pickup on the way."

In the infinite wisdom of school planners, the high school day began at
8:05, while the middle school our brothers attended started at 8:15.  But
they got out at quarter after three, and we had to slog it out for another
fifteen minutes.  It was likely Tyler and I could get our brothers to
school on time, even with rush hour traffic, but there was no way we'd
avoid being marked tardy.

Tim laughed.

"I think I'd better be the one to drive the boys to middle school.  That
way, Chris and Tyler have at least HALF a chance of getting to school on
time, too."

"Good idea," Josh agreed, with an expression on his face that seemed to
say, 'Why didn't I think of that?'

Tim turned to Tyler.  "But I sure don't want to make a habit of this!"

"Don't worry; you won't have to," Tyler assured, grabbing a few Pop Tarts
for him and me from the cabinet where they were kept.

Standing, Tyler and I gulped down large glasses of milk, which someone had
already poured for us, as our younger brothers hurried up the stairs to
brush their teeth and collect their school packs.  And seconds later, after
wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, Tyler took both his and my jacket
off their pegs.  After slipping into them and collecting our book bags, we
said a quick goodbye to our parents and headed out the door.

"No fuckin' way!" Tyler exclaimed, in an irritated voice.

But there was a way...

The Tacoma had been parked in a spot where it was still shaded by the barn.
The windows ... and much of the rest of the truck ... were covered with a
heavy layer of frost ... the first frost of the season, as far as I knew.
Glancing around, I noticed the frozen stuff in the grass and on the fence
of the corral.  It had already melted from some of our other vehicles,
though; they had been parked where the morning sun could shine on them.

"JUST what we need this morning," Tyler declared, "and there's not a
fuckin' scraper in the truck, or anything."

"I know where there's one," I replied, hurrying in the direction of our
Honda CRV ... the one Dad had driven to Colorado from Missouri ... while
Tyler climbed into the front seat of our pickup and started the engine.  We
did a halfway job of scraping away the frost; and after tossing the scraper
under the passenger seat of our Tacoma, we were off.

"Hey, look at the mountains," Tyler said, adjusting the heater, as we
hurried down the ranch road away from the collection of houses and
outbuildings.

Most of the mountains visible from the ranch were lower, or of medium
height.  They were called the Front Range, for obvious reasons.  But behind
them, mostly hidden from our view, were the majestic, taller, Rocky
Mountains.  Way back when, someone had chosen the very best location for
the ranch house ... and the whole compound, for that matter.  All the ranch
buildings had been constructed in an area where a couple of these higher
peaks were visible.

While the mountains to our west had already received snowfall this season,
it had always melted on the east-facing side in a couple of days, max.
Even last weekend, when we got all the rain here on the edge of the plains,
there hadn't been a whole heck of a lot of snow on the mountains.  This
morning was a different story, however.  Apparently the clouds I'd noticed
last night had dumped snow on the mountains ... and from the way it looked,
there was a lot of it this time.  The peaks radiated a brilliant white in
the early morning sun.

"Wow! ... Those are like the mountains you see in pictures," I declared,
not able to take my eyes off of the snowcapped peaks with a cloudless,
bright-blue sky above them.

"They sure are," Tyler agreed, glancing away from the road for a moment.
"I wonder how long it will be until we have snow down here one morning?
I've heard they sometimes get a TON of snow around here in winters."

While I had seen snow several times back in Missouri ... and, of course, at
the Maroon Bells during our photography club trip there a few weeks earlier
... I couldn't remember a snowfall of more than two or three inches.  Even
though people made a big deal of those back home ... and we usually got off
school, which was a good thing ... it never bothered me.  I pretty much
just looked at snow as cold stuff you could play in.  Tyler had experienced
a blizzard one winter in western Kansas, however, and he said it wasn't all
fun and games.

One of our fellow photography club members, Brad, was an avid skate and
snowboarder, and more than once, he had promised to teach both Tyler and me
to snowboard.  It seemed that living so close to the mountains was going to
hold a lot of benefits!  Only time would tell what this winter had in store
for us; but I, for one, was really looking forward to whatever it was.

The 'half a chance' Tim had given Tyler and me to get to school on time
didn't quite pan out ... or maybe we just got the other half of it.
Anyway, the rush hour traffic was bad that morning.  (I know ... those of
you who live in big cities are probably saying neither Tyler nor I had ANY
idea what really bad rush hour traffic was; and I suppose you would be
right about that.)  The second bell had already rung before we even got to
the school grounds.

Tyler and I parted ways after entering the school by the front door.  I
tried to slink into the classroom and slip behind my desk near the back,
unnoticed by my homeroom teacher.  But I've never been good at that kind of
stuff.  Of course, she caught me, and I was marked 'tardy'.  It was the
first time I'd been tardy that quarter, but school policy only allowed four
a semester, without losing partial credit for the class.  That was the last
thing I wanted to happen!

The middle school football season had ended with their game on Thursday,
but for Boulder High the important part of the 2002 season was just
beginning.  The team had played lousy football for the first three games
... in fact, it looked like the season might be a complete bust.  But
things started to gel for them during a game back in mid September.  (The
one when we were on our photo trip to Aspen.)  After barely winning that
game, they won the next two ... both of them easily.  Their record was 4-2
going into the all-important homecoming game against the powerhouse team
from Monarch High in Louisville.  Their school had only been in existence
for a few years, but even so, the rivalry between us was intense!  This
year's match-up was on tap for Friday night, followed by three more games
in the regular season.  Since Monarch was the only team ahead of us in the
standings ... they were 5-1 ... a win would give us a leg-up toward
becoming League Champions.

During football season, whenever we had a home game at Boulder High, there
was a short pep rally in the gymnasium.  I suppose that is a time-honored
tradition in many of the thousands of high schools across America.  At
least, both high schools I've attended have held them.  Anyway, most of the
rallies were in the morning or early afternoon ... but this Friday it was
scheduled for the last fifteen minutes of the school day, so I got out of
Geometry early.  In fact, since I needed to take some pics of the assembly
for the Yearbook, I was even able to leave class a few minutes earlier than
the other kids; you can guess I didn't complain too much about that!

Although the Photography Club had taken pictures at a couple of other
football games for use in the Yearbook, we planned to round out our library
of action shots at the Homecoming Game.  Of course, there were all the
other homecoming events that needed to be photographed, too.  And either
Tim or Ben was scheduled to get the team picture before the game, as well.

I noticed someone had covered the walls of the gym with purple and gold,
hand-lettered banners describing how our Panthers were going to maul the
Monarch Coyotes, as the six of us positioned ourselves strategically around
the room, to get photos of the other students as they entered the pep
rally.  Then we took shots of the team and the filled bleachers, while the
cheerleaders ... six girls and four guys ... tried to infuse some school
spirit into us.

Honestly, I'm not sure how successful they were, but most of my fellow
students seemed to clap or shout pretty much on cue.

As the rally was winding down ... a few minutes early, even ... our school
principal stepped to a microphone, and raising his fist into the air, he
shouted, "Go, team!"  Then, hoping many of us would be at the game in a few
hours, he dismissed us for the weekend.

I probably don't need to tell you there was a mad rush to the door!

"Did you get any good shots?" I asked my almost sixteen year old friend and
fellow photographer, Brad.  He was dressed in his typical, skater-boy,
sagging jeans and a slouchy sweatshirt, as we wandered over to the stage
and waited, with the rest of the club, for the gym to clear.

"Yeah, I think so," he replied, holding up his camera and flipping through
several shots on the LED.

"Hey, that's a good one!" Tyler exclaimed, before hoisting his butt onto
the stage apron.

I'd been busy and hadn't noticed him, but apparently Brad had been lying on
the floor while the cheerleaders acrobatically built a pyramid with their
bodies.

"It's a good thing the girls were wearing underwear!" Jenne ... the only
female member of the photo club ... laughed.

"Damn!" Brad snapped his fingers and shook his head, while snickering like
he wished they hadn't.

***

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