Date: Fri, 9 Oct 2009 01:19:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 5

More is Better

By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Story Consultant and Researcher: Steve
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
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Thanks for the email after chapter four.  I'm glad those of you who wrote
enjoyed it!  As always, I'd sure enjoy hearing from you if you liked
chapter five.  (fotogme11@yahoo.com)

 Chapter Five

(Ryan narrates)

With a sigh, I pulled up my jeans.  And after grabbing my shirt from the
concrete floor and slinging it over my shoulder, I took Cole by the hand
and led him into the house.

Josh had fixed a very simple meal ... a HUGE bowl of spinach leaves, with
grated carrots, was centered on the counter; diced tomatoes, and every
other salad topping I could imagine, were clustered around it.  The ten of
us dug-in a little after six o'clock.  And a half hour later, Tim, Ben,
Chris, and Tyler were getting ready to leave for the Photography Club
meeting at the high school.

"Dad," Kaiden said, in the direction of Josh, "Carlos and David are coming
over tonight to play video games.  Would you send them downstairs when they
get here?"

"Have you boys finished with your homework, yet?" was Josh's only reply.

"Yeah, we did it in my room, as soon as we got home," Eric commented,
slipping from the stool where he'd been sitting.  Wow, the word 'home' sure
sounded nice rolling off his lips like that!  He cleared the counter of his
dirty dishes, placing them in the open dishwasher.

"Okay, then," Josh smiled in Eric's direction, "I'll send them down when
they get here."

"Sweet," I replied.  Then, turning toward Cole, I asked, "Are you gonna
come downstairs, too?"

"Sure!" Cole laughed, before bragging, "I bet I can beat all of you
guys. ... with one hand tied behind my back!"

"In your dreams," Kaiden shot back.

Laughing, he shook his head like it was the craziest thing he'd ever heard.
As he and Cole loaded their plates and glasses into the dishwasher, they
continued to banter back and forth, and Eric and I added our two-cents
worth every chance we got.  Cole might have been several years older than
the rest of us, but no doubt about it, he was still a kid at heart.

Both Josh and Tina were still sitting at the counter, watching us, shaking
their heads, and smiling.  I followed the other three into the hall, just
as Tim was hurrying down the stairs from the second floor.  He yelled
behind himself to Chris and Tyler, who were nowhere in sight, telling them
they needed to hurry.  And in the finished basement, moments later, after
Eric and I had settled into the large, black leather sofa in front of the
PS2, I heard a couple sets of teen-guy feet race down the stairs above us.

"What do you guys want to play?" Cole asked, while eyeing the selection of
games on the shelf beneath the large screen TV.  Cole was wearing what I'd
come to view as his standard outfit: baggy cargos and an oversized T-shirt.
He pulled off his shirt, so he was naked to the waist, like me, before
slouching down into the overstuffed couch.  He spread his long, hairy legs
wide.

"Um ... how about that Madden football game you got for your birthday,
Ryan?" Kaiden asked, taking off his shirt as well.  He took a couple of
steps toward the game console and picked up the two controllers.

"Yeah, it's a lot of fun," Eric agreed.  And not wanting to be the only guy
who wasn't bare-chested, I guess, he lithely pulled his T-shirt over his
head, dropping it to the floor beside the couch.

"Who wants to be first?" Kaiden asked, holding both DualShocks in his
outstretched hands.

"Why don't we divide up into teams?" Cole suggested.  "You and Eric could
play each other for a couple of series, and by the time you're ready to
hand off the controllers, maybe the twins will be here.  Then we can decide
who'll go next."

That sounded like a good idea to the rest of us.  Carlos, Kaiden, and I
would be on one team, while the rest of the guys would be on the other.
And having settled that, Kaiden popped the DVD into the console, before
plopping his butt onto the arm of the sofa next to me.  Cole was to my left
and Eric on the other end.  Anyway, as Cole and I watched the other two
begin the game, my lover snaked his muscular arm behind my neck and around
my shoulder.  With a contented smile on my face, I leaned my head against
the bare skin of his hard chest, while watching the battle unfold on the
screen.

My cock quickly stood at attention in my baggy jeans, but I didn't pay
attention to it for a change.  My mind was focused on the intense gridiron
action on the TV, as Kaiden and Eric battled each other.  They hadn't been
playing for long, when I heard the back doorbell, followed by voices
... and moments later, a couple sets of feet were pounding down the stairs.

Eric paused the game, and I sat up, while all of us turned toward the
sound.

"Hey, guys!" Eric greeted the twins, as their faces came into view.
"David, you're gonna be on the team with Cole and me.  And Carlos, you're
with Kaiden and Ryan."

"Cool," David replied, pulling off his shirt and hoisting himself onto the
back of the couch, behind Cole and me.

Carlos sat on the arm, next to Eric, before laughing, "Fuck, Robert was mad
when he got home from Amy's!"

"Yeah, I thought he was gonna KILL Carlos," David agreed.  He glanced at
Cole for a second, before continuing.  "I guess he finally thought he'd
talked Amy into spreading her legs for him after school today.  Robert just
dropped us off along the side of the highway, at the entrance to the ranch
road, before speeding away to her house."

"But she must have changed her mind about having sex; she only gave him a
blowjob that barely got him off," Carlos added.  After removing his shirt
and tossing it on the floor with the others, he continued, "He said it was
all my fault; that little brothers were such a pain in the ass."  He
laughed again.  "I offered to put mine up his."  He felt his crotch through
his jeans, and thrust a couple of times for emphasis.  "But he turned me
down, and promised to put a fence post up MY butt if I ever said anything
like that to Amy again!"

The basement was filled with young teen-guy laughter, with Cole's mature
voice thrown in for good measure.

"If Robert's never been fucked by a well-hung stud, he doesn't know what
he's missing," Cole wisely commented, drawing nods from Kaiden and me.

"I know," David laughed, obviously having been on the receiving end of a
cock or two.

"Hey, I've never had a dick up my ass, either," Eric added.

"I'll be glad to take care of that," Kaiden immediately replied, and Carlos
chimed-in that he'd be willing to make the supreme sacrifice and pop Eric's
virgin cherry, too.

Everybody had a good time that night, playing video football while we joked
around and talked about sex.  After we finished the game ... I guess I
ought to tell you that my team lost ... we played a second one until the
guys got home from the Photo Club.

"Boys, you'd better wrap it up," Josh called down the stairs a few minutes
later.  "Tomorrow's a school day."

Several of us groaned, but we didn't complain too much.  I think all the
talk about sex that evening meant everybody was more than ready to turn in.
At least, I know that's how I felt!

(Chris picks up the narrative.)

We barely made it to the school parking lot before the seven o'clock start
time of the Photography Club.  The sun had just set, and all our fellow
club members ... even our hot skater friend, Brad, who was always the last
to arrive ... were already in the Art Room, talking loudly, when we came
through the door.  Tim apologized for being late ... although technically,
we were right on time; the meeting couldn't begin without us.  But Dad is
one of those guys who always likes to be early for everything.

The sponsor of the Yearbook Club was also in the room when we got there.
After Ben called the meeting to order, and we took care of some old
business, he turned the meeting over to her.  A medium-age woman,
Mrs. Eldridge taught Journalism at our school.  Although I'd heard her name
mentioned a couple of times ... usually associated with too much homework
... I'd never met her.

True to what I'd heard about her, the woman gave us a huge assignment: we
would need to shoot hundreds ... or maybe even thousands ... of pics over
the next few months for the school annual, The Boulderado.  They wanted
photos of all the student and faculty organizations, plus tons of candids
to choose from ... taken during school days, at sporting events, and as
many special activities as we could cover.  Like I said ... it was a BIG
job!  It sounded like both the Yearbook and Photography clubs would be
working very closely with each other throughout the rest of the year
... especially when it came to taking pics of late spring events, like the
baseball team or the prom.

Anyway, she told us more than once that the Yearbook Club was counting on
our photos to do their job.  And before leaving, she thanked us in advance
for the great job she knew we would do for them and our school.

"Phew ... it sounds like we've got our work cut out for us," Ben laughed,
after she had gone.

"You're not kidding," Kenji, the only freshman in the club, laughed.  The
slight oriental shook his head.

I think we all agreed with Kenji, but it ought to be fun, too.  We would
get special access to just about everywhere and everything on the school
campus.

When Brad mentioned that last fact, Dad commented, "Just remember ... you
guys aren't the paparazzi."  Then he smiled.  "It's okay to take candids of
students and teachers in awkward situations.  Everyone who looks at a
yearbook thinks those are lots of fun.  But I never want to hear that a
member of this club used his or her camera to be deliberately hurtful to
another student, or a teacher."

"How do I know if a photo I take is going to hurt someone else?" Marc, a
sophomore, asked.

"That really is a good question, Marc," Ben replied, glancing over our tiny
group, before fixing his eyes on Marc, "because all of us look at things
differently."  He paused for a brief moment.  "Probably the best thing to
do, is ask yourself how you would feel if someone else was taking a photo
of you in that situation.  Would it make you mad or make you laugh?  Do you
agree, Tim?"

"I sure do," Dad answered seriously.  He thought for a moment, before
smiling.  "But guys ... don't get too hung up with stuff like that; if a
shot you take is over-the-top, it won't get out of this room, anyway."  He
laughed.  "More than anything, I want all of you to have fun with this
project, because it's going to eat up a lot of your time.  It's not going
to be easy; but think of the accomplishment!  All of you will have sure
learned a lot about photography by the end of the school year.  And think
how much fun it will be to point out to your family and friends the great
pics YOU took!"

No doubt about it, that would be sweet.

We spent the rest of the meeting discussing how we would tackle the
project.  Both Tim and Ben were awesome club sponsors.  They offered just
enough advice to help us, but didn't try to dictate what we could or
couldn't do.  I've always admired that quality in my dad.  Looking back on
those days, I can see that Dad and Ben were quietly teaching all of us SO
many lessons about teamwork, business, and life in general.  I know, now,
that they allowed us to make a few mistakes along the way, so we would
learn how to do things better the next time.

When the meeting ended, I think all of us had a pretty good handle on what
would be expected of us.  Everyone took an assignment for the coming week,
and we would share our photos with each other at the next club meeting.
Then all of us would decide which shots should be given to the Yearbook
Club.

After the meeting ended, Dad asked if anyone needed a ride home.  None of
our friends did, so after double-checking that the front doors to the
school locked behind us, we climbed into the Wilson's Buick and headed
home.  Even in the city, traffic was light at that hour, and on the drive
north to the ranch, Tyler and I discussed the project with our dads.
Before we knew it, Ben was parking in front of our houses.

Tyler and I got a quick snack, before deciding to finish our homework and
spend the night in our bedroom in the Wilson home.  We collected our book
bags from the back of the Tacoma, and after saying our goodnights to Ben
and Tina, we flopped down on the double bed and lay facing each other, as
we opened our textbooks.  While we were studying, the front door opened,
followed by voices in the living room.

"It sounds like Eric and Kaiden," Tyler commented, looking up from his
thick English Lit. book.

"Yeah," I agreed.  "I wonder if they're going to spend the night over
here?"

"Could be," Tyler replied.  His right hand absentmindedly dropped to his
crotch for a moment, adjusting things, as he continued reading.  "I'm
really glad to see Eric's starting to fit in around here."

"Me, too," I said, undressing my lover with my eyes.  With a sigh, I
returned to my studies.

Even though our bedroom door was closed, I knew from past experience that
the walls were thin.  I easily overheard the younger boys say goodnight to
Mom and Dad Wilson, and seconds later they were in the short hallway.

"You wanna shower together?" Kaiden asked eagerly, and I could imagine the
grin that had to have been on his good-looking face.

"You bet!" Eric answered.  In my mind's eye, I saw that awesome smile of
his flash across his face.  "Let's hurry up, Kaiden."

The boys thumped around in Eric's small room, which shared a wall with
ours.  And a few minutes later, I heard them open the bathroom door, which
was across the hall from both our rooms.  Laughing and carrying-on, one of
the boys started the shower.  My cock was stiff, and my mind wandered away
from a boring chapter in American History, as I imagined what those two
were probably doing with each other as they showered.  Knowing Kaiden, it
was probably a damn sight more than just wash!

At any rate, they showered for a while.  And then ... in my imagination at
least ... with towels barely clinging to their slim hips, they said
goodnight to Ben and Tina again, before going into Eric's bedroom.

"I probably should unpack all this stuff," Eric said, obviously referring
to the cartons of his things.

"Wait until tomorrow to do that ... and Ryan and I'll help you," Kaiden
replied.  "Shit, my cock is SO hard, Eric..."

Eric laughed.  "I can see."

"Yeah," Kaiden agreed.  "It wants to be inside you, right now!"

"You're WAY bigger than I remembered, Kaiden."

"Uh-huh," my younger brother answered.  "I don't really think I am, though.
It's just 'cause you're not looking at me the same way tonight."  He
giggled.  "Damn, look at all that pre-cum.  My dick REALLY wants you,
Eric."

Both Tyler and I closed our books.  It would have been useless trying to
study, anyway, as Eric told Kaiden to try to go easy on him, since it was
his first time.  As I fondly remembered the first time I had sex with
Kaiden, and the first time Tyler made love to me all the way, Kaiden told
Eric he would.  First times were sure awesome, especially if the guys
really cared for each other.

Tyler and I kissed, long and passionately.

Kaiden and Eric must have been quiet for a while ... at least, I didn't
hear them.  Then again, I might have just forgotten about the guys next
door ... as we pulled the clothes off of ourselves and each other.  But I
suppose Tyler and I were making plenty of noises.  Maybe it was our turn to
urge THEM on.  Tyler moaned loudly, as I sucked his earlobe into my mouth.
For several seconds, my tongue played with the gold stud, before I gently
bit the soft flesh.

"Oh, yeah, Chris!" he exclaimed softly, as our fingers groped each other's
chests.

"OUCH, it hurts, Kaiden!"  Those were the first words I'd heard from the
other room in quite a while.  "Pull it out ... right now!"

"Sorry, Eric," my blond-haired brother answered.  "I guess I needed to
stretch you some more."

"Kaiden just needs to go for it," Tyler laughed in my direction, but loudly
enough for the guys next door to hear.  "Like I did with you the first
time, Chris ... remember?"  He smirked in that sexy way of his.

How could I ever forget that morning in the motel room in Kansas, even
though it seemed like an eternity ago?

"No, he doesn't!" Eric emphatically replied from the other room, causing
both Tyler and me to laugh.  Then his voice changed dramatically, as he
added, "Oh, yeah, Kaiden!  I love your fingers in me like that!"

Apart from moans, pleasurable groans, and the sound of headboards thumping
against walls, none of us said much for a while.  Both young guys must have
had no complaints when Kaiden penetrated our new brother for the second
time; and I KNOW I sure enjoyed having Tyler's manhood inside me that
night!

After a few minutes, all of us experienced the euphoria of our releases
with shouts of "Yeah!", "Fuck, I'm cummin'!", "Unhhh, unhhh, unhhh, unhhh,
unhhh!", or simply "Shit!"

Even though it was getting late, Tyler and I decided to take our shower
before going to sleep.  I guess both of us would rather get that extra ten
minutes of sleep in the morning, rather than at night.  Anyway, after
washing the sweat and smell of sex from each other, we found Ben and Tina
watching the end of the ten o'clock news on TV and said goodnight.

Climbing into bed, moments later, Tyler laughed, "Damn, those guys next
door are still going at each other."

"Yeah," I agreed, shaking my head.

Eric moaned loudly, bringing smiles to both Tyler's and my faces.  Yeah
... he was DEFINITELY starting to feel right at home among us.

I set the alarm and turned out the room light, before slipping into bed
next to my brother.  We cuddled for several minutes, while listening to the
guys next door.  And at some point, content with my life, completely
satisfied sexually, and VERY tired, I fell asleep in my lover's arms.

***

The rest of that week seemed to fly by.  While Eric still had periods of
depression or self-guilt ... those would probably follow him for quite a
while ... it seemed like each day he lived at the ranch, he became a
happier and more confident boy.  After their Thursday night away-football
game win, he even asked the coach if he could dress for their final game of
the season, next week, and not just be on the bench as the team manager.
Since he had started practicing with the team in gym class every morning,
their coach agreed to it right away.

All of us had encouraged him to do that ... if it was what he wanted.  Josh
said kids with asthma could do just about anything, as long as their
inhaler was nearby in case of emergencies.  But it sounded like Eric's
folks never wanted him to try anything halfway strenuous.  Talk about a big
change!

As Friday approached, all of us were getting excited about the Myers' ranch
fall roundup ... the only REAL payday on the annual calendar of most
ranches.  After the young guys got back Thursday night, we learned that Roy
would lend Jared and Devon's dad, Robb, as many of our cowboys as we could
spare.  Everyone would begin scouring the range, collecting their herd,
first thing on Friday morning.  All us boys, except for Eric, had practiced
roping and riding whenever we had a few minutes, and even Eric had probably
been on a horse more during the week he'd lived with us than he had during
the rest of his thirteen years!  On Saturday morning, most of us would
finally get to put to good use what we'd been learning.

The Myers' ranch, which was due north of ours, was quite a bit smaller than
the J bar A.  Josh had been good friends with Mr. Myers since he bought our
spread back in the nineties, way before I even knew who Josh was!  Lots of
times during the year, the men would help each other out, but especially
during roundups in the spring and fall.  And this October, the Myers would
REALLY appreciate the extra help; this would be the first time both of
Jared's uncles had missed a fall roundup.

Neither Jared nor Devon was in school on Friday, just like Tyler, Kaiden,
Ryan, Eric, and I would be taking off the Friday of our roundup.  Ours was
still two weeks away, however.

Anyway, early Saturday morning ... before the sun had even poked its head
over the horizon ... ten guys from the J bar A were out in the barn,
saddling up horses.  It sounded like we had our work cut out for us,
because Friday hadn't gone as well as Jared's dad had hoped.  I guess, when
you're dealing with livestock, anything is liable to happen.

Things went smoothly on Saturday ... at least, during the morning.

After the bulk of the herd had been rounded up, we had a quick lunch out in
the field.  And while about half of the guys headed toward the corral with
the main herd, the rest of us turned our horses toward the rocky foothills.
A small part of the Myers' herd had used that land for their summer
pasture.  It seemed like an enormous area to me, but Robb seemed to know
exactly where to look for the cattle.  It took quite a while, but he was
finally satisfied we'd found all of them.

We'd just begun driving the cattle out of the hills, when suddenly, my
horse pulled up lame.  I guess he must have stepped on a rock, or into a
gopher hole, or something.

"Hey, Josh!" I called out from the rear of the slow-moving herd.
"Something's wrong with my horse!"

Several people turned to see what was going on, and I dismounted, as Josh
worked his way around the cattle to where I was standing.  My gelding would
lift his left front foot off the ground, put it down, and then immediately
lift it again.

"Something's wrong with his leg," I repeated, when Josh pulled up alongside
me.

"Let me take a look," Dad replied, while dismounting.  Gingerly, Josh
lifted my horse's obviously tender foot.  He carefully examined the hoof
and hock, before shaking his head.  "From what I can tell, it doesn't look
like it's broken."

"Like a sprained ankle, then?" I asked.

"Sort of, I guess," Josh smiled tersely.  "We won't know for sure until the
vet comes out to take a look."  He stood up.  "We'll need to get a truck
out here to pick him up."

"I was afraid I'd have to walk him all the way back," I commented, relieved
that there was another way.  I glanced past a couple of huge boulders at a
clump of trees way off in the distance ... the Myers' ranch compound
... where we were headed with the cattle.

"Well, not all the way, at least," Josh laughed.  "But we do need to find a
spot they can reach with a pickup."  Standing, he looked from me to the
slow-moving herd of cattle ahead of us, and back to me.  Then he smiled
again, before adding, "Chris, let's try to follow the herd out of the
hills, and I'll call the J bar A as soon as we find a spot where they can
pick us up with the truck."

Dad hoisted himself onto the back of the tall paint he was riding.  "Climb
up here behind me," he said, taking his foot out of the stirrup for me.

I grabbed hold of Josh and the saddle, as I slung my leg over the rump of
his horse.  I'd never ridden behind a saddle before, but it sure beat
walking ... by a LONG shot!

Anyway, after calling Robb on his mobile phone, to let him know what had
happened, he punched in the number for our ranch and told them our
predicament.  He said he'd call them with GPS coordinates as soon as he
could.

Although the herd was moving slowly, we went a LOT slower, as we picked our
way through the rocks, leading my injured horse toward the flat lands.
Even after we found a good spot, it took quite a while for the truck to
reach us.

It wasn't a wasted afternoon, however.  Josh and I used the time for
bonding ... sadly, something most dads and teenage sons never find the time
to do.  Even though our separate families had become one a few months
earlier, Josh still had a million questions for me.  He was genuinely
interested in learning more about our life back in Missouri, about Tyler
and me, our school, our friends, and what I hoped for in the future.  By
the time the J bar A pickup arrived, I think he had filled in a lot of the
blanks he still had about us ... and I learned quite a bit more about him,
too.  Most of all, I learned beyond any doubt, that Josh was eager to help
all us boys become everything we possibly could be.

Actually, the afternoon passed by quickly; and I really don't think either
of us wanted the time we'd just had with each other to come to an end so
soon!  Some of my friends would tell you that even ONE dad is sometimes too
many.  And knowing a few of their dads, I can see why they'd say that.  But
I know from experience, that when it comes to MY dads, at least, more are
better!

***

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