Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2010 17:10:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 25

More is Better

By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
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 to those of you who emailed me after chapter 24.  I always enjoy
hearing from you!

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Chapter Twenty-five

(Chris continues with the story...)

I brought my camera to my eye, just as Robert and Luke, followed by several
other team members, emerged from the showers, amid billowing clouds of
steam.  Dripping wet, Robert was naked, and sporting a semi above his
thick, black bush.  A limp white towel hung at his side, dragging on the
floor, while most of the other guys had wrapped varying sizes and colors of
towels around their hips.  All of them were joking loudly among themselves,
as they sauntered toward their lockers.

I snapped a couple of shots.

"Hey, no faces!" the cocky quarterback laughed.  Covering his face with his
hand, Robert hurried in my direction.

"Damn!" I exclaimed, chuckling, as I lowered the camera.  "And here I was
hoping for some nude shots of all you guys."

"Not if I have anything to say about it," Robert fired back ... but then he
laughed loudly.  "Well ... I've gotta have the final say on any of MY pics,
at least."

"MAYbe we can work with you on that, Roberto," Brad chuckled, while
clicking the shutter a few times.  He lowered his camera.  "I mean ... I
wonder what kind of money I could get for these?"  Brad popped out the CF
card, holding it high, before pocketing it.

"Not much, with HIS tiny cock!" Luke joked, taking the towel from around
his waist and flicking it in the direction of Robert's brown-skinned ass.

"Like YOU can talk, Luke!" Robert shot back, while flipping the wet bottom
of his towel in the direction of our African-American friend.  "Three
inches, hard ... and that's on a GOOD day ... that's not much to brag
about!"

"Fuck you!  I'm at least four," Luke replied, with his deep bass laugh.
"Samantha likes it, anyway ... which is a hell of a lot more than you can
say about yours and Amy!"

"Hey, dude ... that hurts."  Robert pouted for a second.

"Yeah, the truth always does," Luke grinned, flipping his towel again.

Neither of our good friends were what most guys would call amply endowed.
I guess they were around three or four inches soft ... and not much longer
when hard ... but they seemed to be comfortable with their equipment.
That's what counts, when all is said and done, I suppose.

Several of their teammates traded barbs, as they flipped towels at each
other's butts, and I got quite a few pics of the action ... not that I
would ever post them, or anything.  (You believe me, don't you? lol)
Finally, the guys settled down, though.  As several of the less extroverted
team members finished dressing, and began to leave the locker room, Brad
told us he had to be going, too.  Tyler and I wished our friend a good
weekend.

"So what are you and Amy doing tonight?" I asked Robert, who had just
pulled a pair of soft-looking, medium gray boxers over his ass.  The black,
jersey waistband rode low on his athletic hips.

"We're going dancing with this dork (he nodded in the direction of Luke)
and his girl," he laughed.  "At least, that's the plan, right?"

"That's what Sam tells me," Luke chuckled, spraying his underarms and
ripped chest with generous clouds of Axe.  "Hey, Tyler ... why don't you
and Chris join us?"

"I like the sound of that!" my boyfriend answered.  "That's the best offer
I've had all day."  He turned to me.  "What do you say, Chris?"

"Sounds like fun to me," I replied, remembering the last time Tyler and I
had gone clubbing with Luke, Robert, and their girls.

"I better let Dad know we won't be home for a while," Tyler stated,
allowing his camera to dangle by its neck strap.  After reaching deep in
his pocket, my lover pulled out a flip phone.  He glanced at the display
for a second, as a weird look crossed his sexy face.  "Damn ... the
battery's dead," Tyler declared.  Shrugging his shoulders, he dropped the
useless device into the left front pocket of his low-slung jeans.

Since I had left home without my phone ... yeah, talk about naked! ... I
replied, "We'll meet you guys in the parking lot in a few, okay?"

"Yeah, sounds good," Robert said.  After pulling a long-sleeved CU T-shirt
over his deeply tanned chest, he added, "I parked in the second row."

Hoping we would be able to catch the J bar A crowd before they got away,
Tyler and I hightailed it out of the locker room.  As it turned out, we
missed them, but Tyler bummed a phone from one of our friends ... who was
loitering, with a few other guys, near the ticket booth ... for long enough
to call our folks.  Dad expected that Tyler and I wouldn't come right home
after the game, anyway, but, like all parents, he was really glad for a
phone call from us.

The school parking lot had almost emptied, as we wandered in that
direction.  Our jet-black pickup was parked by itself, near the middle of
the lot

"Let's drive the Tacoma up closer to where Robert parked," Tyler suggested,
fishing the key fob from his pocket.

We trotted to the truck, hopped inside, started her up, and moments later,
Tyler had parked it beside Robert's old Camry.  I don't know how long we
sat in the cab of our truck, checking-out the team photos we had taken in
the locker room, but while we were laughing over a few of the towel fight
shots, someone banged his hands on the hood of our truck.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, startled.

My eyes darted around.  While Tyler and I had been engrossed, Robert, Luke,
and their girlfriends, Amy and Sam, had sidled up alongside us.

"Hey, you guys snuck up on me," Tyler laughed, rolling down his window.
"Where to for dinner, anyway?"

"How about Burger King?" Amy suggested, grinning in the direction of her
quarterback boyfriend.

"Sure," Samantha agreed, giving Luke a quick kiss.

"Burger King it is then," Robert stated, giving his girlfriend a loving
hug.

Placing my hand on Tyler's leg, when I leaned toward his open window, I
commented, "That fits my wallet just fine."

"We'll follow you guys," Tyler said, rolling up his window, while the two
couples climbed into Robert's car.

Robert quickly started the motor, and moments later, we were pulling into
an almost full parking lot of a Burger King near the University.  While Sam
and Amy found a table for six, us four guys stood in line for what seemed
like an eternity.  Finally, however, we had our burgers, fries, and empty
Coke cups.  After a quick stop to fill the cups with soda, we rejoined the
girls.

Conversation during dinner revolved around the football game the team had
just won, and the season finale next week, on Halloween.  After they got
back from the away game next Friday, Luke, Robert, and their girls would be
joining the rest of us out at the ranch.  Ben and Tina had been planning
the party for a while, and I couldn't help wondering what kind of fun
they'd come up with for the rest of us to enjoy.

As the meal was winding down, Luke asked about our immediate plans ... for
later that night.  "So, Sam ... have you and Amy decided where we're gonna
head to next?"

"Well, I was thinking," she replied, glancing toward Amy.  "The Campus Club
is just down the street ... and they've always got good music."

"That's where Chris and I had our first date," Tyler commented, smiling
across the small, fast food joint table at me.

"I think it's WAY cool that you two guys are in love," Samantha stated,
crinkling up the empty wrapper that had been around her Whopper with
Cheese.

Amy gazed at her boyfriend, with a moony look, while leaning against his
shoulder.  "Me, too," she agreed.

With a terse smile on his good-looking, Hispanic face, Robert jabbed,
"Well, at least Tyler gets some every night."  He wrapped his arm around
his frigid girlfriend, who STILL hadn't put out for Robert, as far as I
knew.

"Hey, what can I say," my lover smirked, in a VERY self-satisfied way, as
Amy shook her head, like women sometimes do.

Tyler was SO right.  I guess I never thought about it all that much
... and, yeah, I probably took all the sex for granted, because it came so
easy ... but when I considered the real torture Robert put himself through
for his love of Amy, I could only shake my head in wonder.  I know, that as
starting quarterback on the football team, Robert could have gotten laid
every night of the week, if he wanted it.  But, I suppose a guy like Robert
will do a lot for someone he loves, even if it means giving up something he
really enjoys.  I hoped for my friend's sake, though, that Amy started
putting out soon ... REAL soon!  And that Robert still felt like she'd been
worth the wait, after it finally happened!

Amid lots of joking around, we collected our trays and pitched the trash.
Moments later, after making the short drive to the crowded parking lot of
The Campus Club, the six of us piled out of our vehicles.  A large sign
proclaimed it was 'Oldies Night', with some DJ I'd never heard of before.
Damn, I'd been hoping for a live band.  Inviting, loud music spilled from
the open double doors, though, as Tyler took my hand and squeezed it
tightly.  Smiling, I glanced toward his sexy face, while he paid the cover
charge for both of us.  Seconds later, a throng of sensuously writhing,
young bodies, drew us into the building.


The dimly lit interior of the club was packed with young people out for a
good time.  What better way to have a fun time on a Friday night than
dancing?  The Campus Club was gay friendly, meaning same sex couples were
welcomed with open arms.  Of course, there were plenty of straight couples
there, too, as well as the usual, large number of singles.  Since we
couldn't find any open tables for six, we decided to split up.  Except for
Cokes, we wouldn't be doing any drinking, anyway ... so we wouldn't be
spending much time at the table.  We were there for the music and dancing.

Tyler and I found a spot on the uncomfortably crowded dance floor, and soon
our bodies were moving to the beat of an up-tempo song, along with the
crowd of other sweating, but happy, young people.  The music ran the gamut
from fast to slow, heavy metal to reflective love songs.  Song followed
song, until the DJ decided to take a break.  Tyler and I took the
opportunity to find our friends, who all seemed to be having as great a
time as we were.  Then, all of us stepped up to the bar and ordered Cokes.

Fifteen or twenty minutes later, the music resumed, with a set of slow
ballads.  'Blowin' in the Wind' was the first.  Tyler took me in his arms,
as we joined several other couples on the dance floor.  I'm not a great
dancer by any stretch, though it's pretty easy for a guy to just move with
the beat to most songs.  While these songs weren't what you would call love
songs, they were perfect for slow, arm-in-arm dancing.

As I rested my head on Tyler's strong shoulder, he hugged me tightly.  I
don't know if you would call what we did dancing ... not in the strictest
sense of the word, anyway ... but both of us poured out our love to each
other, as we clung to one another and moved our feet.  Damn, it was
amazing; I love that man so!

After the slow music ended, people crowded onto the dance floor.  I gotta
tell you, as a horny guy, I loved it!  Tyler and I ground our crotches
together, sensuously humping our stiff cocks against each other's bodies.
With more passion than I thought possible, we did a serious bump and grind
in our tiny patch of floor space.  While I can't speak for Tyler, my dick
was throbbing so bad...  I was as close to cumming as a guy could possibly
be, without actually shooting.  Fuck!

It was sometime after midnight, when, reluctantly, Tyler and I decided to
head back to the ranch.  I'm not sure how our friends planned to spend the
rest of their Friday night, but I sure hoped for the best for all of them
... especially Robert and Amy!  After saying we would see them later, we
hurried across the still filled parking lot.  As we climbed into our truck,
I scooted across the front seat, until I was sitting as close to my lover
as possible.

Since Tyler was driving, I tried my best to be a good boy on the drive
home.

I can't say I succeeded ... but I tried!  I guess a night of hot dancing
just does that to a guy.  All the way home, my dick throbbed and ached; I
was so horny!  After we turned onto the ranch road, I couldn't resist the
urges any longer.  My hormones were sure working overtime that night!  I
threw my arms around Tyler, kissing him SO passionately.

"Fuck, I love you so!" I exclaimed, coming up for air.

"Whoa, Chris ... I don't want to have a wreck now," my boyfriend laughed.
"We're almost home."

I chuckled, before telling Tyler again how much I loved him.

"Not half as much as I love you," he replied, igniting a friendly debate,
which the two of us often had about who loved who more.  I suppose, though,
when two guys love each other as much as Tyler and I, it's a moot point.
"Chris, I don't know how I ever lived without you."

"Yeah ... I don't know how you did, either," I laughed, before adding,
"just kidding!"

Tyler's hand dropped to my crotch, gently squeezing my throbbing shaft.

"Come on ... let's get inside," he suggested, taking hold of his door
handle.

Before he could open it, however, passion welled-up inside my chest, and I
gave Tyler another loving hug.

"Oh, fuck, Tyler!"  I exclaimed, at a lack for words to adequately describe
what I was feeling on the inside.

We kissed, with plenty of tongue action this time.

"Let's take this inside, bro," he laughed, moments later.  "It's cold out."

It was PLENTY hot inside the cab of our truck, let me tell you, but,
reluctantly, I agreed with my lover.  We hopped out of the Tacoma, jogging
across the driveway to the kitchen door.  Someone had left the door
unlocked, with just a nightlight burning next to the sink.  Right away,
after pushing the door closed, Tyler embraced me.  In a sexual frenzy, we
kissed and hugged, wildly grinding our crotches together.  Oh man! my dick
was on fire with the sensations!  Our hands groped each other's hard body,
before I pulled Tyler's sweatshirt over his head ... dropping it carelessly
to the floor.  Seconds later, he did the same with mine.

In a lust-induced fog, my lover and I moved in the direction of the stairs,
while making out like crazy.  As we passed the door to the living room,
Tyler broke our kiss for the briefest moment.

"Hey ... look in there," he slurred, passion dripping on his every word.
Immediately, his lips found mine again.

From the corner of my eye, I glanced into the living room.  "What the
fuck?" I tried to say.

It was almost as if someone had been thinking of us, before they went to
bed.

Although, now that the roundup was behind us, Josh had told us boys we were
going to remodel the sterile living room, nothing had been done to it, yet.
But that didn't matter.  One of our dads, probably, had built a fire in the
large fireplace.  Cheerily, it blazed away.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I asked, pulling Tyler into the
toasty, warm room.

"Um, yeah, I think I am," he laughed, in that sexy way he's always had.

In the warm glow from the flickering, golden flames, Tyler and I hastily
toed off our sneaks and low-cut socks, before stepping out of our jeans.
Both of our tans never appeared darker ... and my lover's sexy, hard body
never looked more inviting to me, than in the shadowy firelight.

"Fuck, Tyler!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around the guy I loved with
all my heart.

Passion burned within me, every bit as powerful as the fire burning in
front of us.  Muscular, teenage bodies intertwined sensuously, as we
kissed.  My fingers groped Tyler's strong back, before I squeezed both his
ass cheeks, firmly holding our crotches together.

He guided me toward the sofa, sitting in my lap, as my butt connected with
an overstuffed cushion.  We kissed long and hard ... lust oozing from our
every pore.

"I gotta be inside you right now!" Tyler urgently exclaimed, breaking our
kiss.  He wetly spit into the palm of his hand, skinning back his glans,
before rubbing the drool over his love tool.  His wicked, throbbing penis
glistened in the flickering light.

In a state of sexual frenzy, my body quivered with delight.

I moaned, slurring the words, "Oh, yeah, Tyler!  I NEED you inside me so
bad!"

Sometimes, I like it slow and gentle from Tyler ... but I wanted it fast,
and as brutally hard as Tyler wanted to thrust himself into me ... as I
spread my tanned, hairy legs wide.  I slid my ass toward the edge of the
cushion, relaxing my sphincter until I could feel the hole open.  Fuck! I
was SO ready for Tyler to make love to me.

My sexy boyfriend planted his feet far apart, which lowered his dick to the
level of my ass.  And after bending his knees some, Tyler fisted his uncut
love tool.  He moved the head around my anus for a while, until he found
the spot he was searching for.  Then, without a second's pause, he thrust
his dick into me hard, impaling me completely.

"Fuckin', shit!" I cried out, from the pain of his sudden intrusion.

He pulled out once, before ramming his cock into me again.

"Fuck, I'm cummin'!  I'm cummin'!" he cried out.

Before I even had a chance to get used to him inside me, I felt his cock
swell.  Damn ... I knew he was close, but I didn't realize Tyler had been
THAT close.  As his orgasm ran its course, Tyler began to really make love
to my ass, fucking me slowly, at first.  When he picked up speed, his cum
noisily squished out of my ass and around his throbbing shaft.  In no time,
the pain I had felt was replaced by pure pleasure.

"Yeah, man, fuck me!" I exclaimed, rolling my head from side-to-side, as
his swollen dick head brushed over my prostate again and again.

"Oh, I'm gonna, I'm gonna," Tyler promised, cupping the back of my head in
the palm of one hand.  Long fingers tangling in my hair, he held my head to
his manly chest.  Lifting my feet, I wrapped my legs around Tyler's hairy
thighs, and, right away, he began to fuck me deeply.  Over and over, he
forced my body back into the sofa with each of his hard thrusts, and pulled
it toward him, as he withdrew.

As our lips met in a passionate kiss, I took hold of my dick and began to
pump.

"Hunh-uh, I don't want you jacking off," Tyler said, when he noticed what I
was doing.  "Damn, I wish I was flexible like you, Chris, so I could suck
you off while I fuck you.  Remember when you did that to me?  It felt SO
amazing!"

"How could I forget THAT?" I replied, as Tyler continued to pound my ass
with abandon.

Suddenly, I had a thought: maybe Tyler couldn't suck me ... but I might be
able to suck myself.  Arching my back, I leaned forward, burying my head in
Tyler's belly, while pointing my seven-plus, thick inches toward my face.
When he realized what I was trying to do, Tyler backed off a bit.  He
pressed firmly on the back of my neck, helping my mouth reach for its
throbbing prize.

"Yeah, go for it, Chris," he encouraged.  "You can do it, man."

I gotta tell you, it wasn't easy; but it worked ... not by much, but it
worked!  As my lips closed around the ridge of my glans, I began to suck.

"That is SO hot!" Tyler declared, fucking me harder.

"Mmmmmmmmmrrrrrnnnnnnnfffffffffffff!" I moaned loudly, around my rock-hard,
swollen head.

Talk about feeling some incredible sensations!  As Tyler pounded my ass
with reckless abandon, I stretched out my legs, even spreading my toes.
Reaching out with my left hand, I felt the defined muscles of Tyler's hard
chest, before my fingers began to toy with his trimmed, but growing, pubes.
All the while, I was jacking my shaft with my right hand, while sucking
myself to the brink of climax.

All at once, I reached the point-of-no-return, and I clamped down ... hard
... with my pubic muscles.  It sure didn't slow Tyler, though.  When my
love muscle grabbed hold of his dick, he just thrust harder!  My spunk was
piling up at the base of my shaft; it was SO ready to shoot.  Talk about
amazing sensations!

I sucked harder and harder, and, suddenly, the combined feelings in my dick
and ass were stronger than my muscles.  Even though I was clamping down
with everything I had, I began to shoot ... and shoot ... and shoot ... AND
SHOOT!  I lifted my head some, releasing my dick; and, as I began to
swallow my load, I felt Tyler's cock swell in my ass, for the second time
that night.

No doubt about it, teenage guys are cum machines of the highest order!
Tyler and I made love that night until almost daybreak.  We moved to the
rug, where the two of us fucked each other for what seemed like hours
... to the coffee table ... and, finally, the stairs leading up to our
bedroom.  By the time two very tired, but OH SO satisfied, teenagers
climbed into bed, Tyler must have shot at least six times, and I remember
cumming five times, myself.

Damn, were we ever sore in the morning!  Neither Tyler nor I felt like
being fucked for several days.  But there's no way I'd trade all the fun we
had that night for a pain free ass.  Not ever...

***

Okay, I'm going to end chapter 25 with those words.  Damn, that was SOME
night those boys had!  I hope you guys enjoyed reading about it!  Why don't
you send me an email (fotogme11@yahoo.com) if you did?  Greg

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