Date: Fri, 28 Nov 2008 03:09:59 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 13

Us Guys

By:  Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
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This fictional story involves gay sex between family members and their
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Chapter Thirteen:

(Ryan continues with the story.)

"Who wants to go with me to take Eric, Drew and Jacob home?" Tim asked,
after we'd finished stacking our dirty dishes on the kitchen counter.

"I'm coming," I answered with a big smile.

"Me, too," Kaiden added.  "I wanna see where you three live."

"I wish it was on a ranch, like this one," Eric commented, shaking his head
as Jacob and Drew agreed with him.  "You guys are SO lucky."

"I know; it's awesome," Kaiden replied seriously.  "Chris and I lived with
Dad in a tiny apartment back in Missouri."

"It's cool having a photographer for a dad, too," Jacob added.

Several of my friends and I agreed with Jacob.  And some of the guys said
they wished they could go with us, but they had to get home.  The twins and
Robert had to visit relatives with their family, for a Labor Day barbecue,
and Devon and Jared needed to get home to help out on their ranch.  I
thanked them again for making my birthday so special, before we climbed
into the SUV.

After Dad found out where everybody lived, he dropped off Drew and then
Jacob.

As we turned onto the street where Eric lived, our friend spoke up.

"I had the most fun!" Eric exclaimed with a smile, before frowning.  "I
wish I didn't have to go home."

"You can come out to the ranch any time you want, can't he, Dad?" I
replied, glancing at the rearview mirror.

"I don't see why not," Tim answered, as his reflected eyes met mine.  "As
long as it's okay with his folks."

Dad stopped the truck by the curb, in front of a two-story house with a
brick front.  Eric's house was in the middle of a block of similar homes.
The houses had been built right on top of each other, and all of them had
small, well-kept, front lawns without any trees.

"Ryan, maybe you and Kaiden can come by after school one day and visit me,
too, before my mom gets home from work," Eric added.  "I've got some cool
games on my X-box."

Kaiden and I agreed that would be fun, as Eric opened the passenger door,
gathered his things into his arms and stepped onto the curb.

"See you guys in school tomorrow," Eric sighed, before slowly trudging
across the thick carpet of green grass to his front door and opening it.

The sounds of a man and woman yelling at each other poured out of the open
door.  Eric glanced back at us a last time, nodding his head goodbye.  He
looked SO sad, and his shoulders were drooping, as he slowly closed the
heavy-looking, front door behind him.  It was like the house had just
swallowed him up.

"Damn," Dad exclaimed sadly, tearing his eyes away from the closed door and
shaking his head.  "Eric seems like such a good kid; and I forgot to tell
him he could always call me, if things get too bad for him at home, and he
needs somebody to talk to."

"He is a great guy," Kaiden agreed, with a final look towards Eric's house.
"I'll tell him what you said, at school tomorrow."

"Thanks, son," Tim commented as we drove off.

On the drive home, Kaiden and I talked some more with Dad about having Eric
out at the ranch.  It would be WAY cool if Eric could come home with us
... on Friday nights after school, say ... and spend all day Saturday with
us.  Dad agreed it sounded like fun for Eric and us, but he doubted if
Eric's parents would go for it every week.  But maybe we could work
something out.

I was satisfied with that answer and Kaiden seemed to be, too.

When we got home, I couldn't wait to try out my new saddle!  Josh always
gave the people who worked for him holidays off; so he suggested the two of
us ride out and check on the stock together.  While I tossed my colorful
new saddle blanket and saddle on the back of Flame, Josh saddled up one of
the other horses.  I love the smell of new leather!  And after I swung up,
into the saddle, Josh adjusted the length of the stirrups until they fit me
just right.

"Looking good up there, son," Josh commented with a grin, as he stepped
back for a moment.  "How's that feel?"

"Awesome!" I declared, smiling broadly.

Josh mounted his pinto horse, and after gently pressing my heels against
the flanks of my roan colored mare, Josh and I headed out of the barn.  We
started off at a brisk walk and the leather squeaked beneath my ass with
each movement of Flame's powerful body.

"It's sorta noisy," I laughed, glancing over at my adoptive father.

"That's just because it's new," Josh replied.  "After you break it in,
it'll sound like all the others."

"Cool," I replied and promptly forgot all about the noise.

Josh said if I wanted to keep the saddle clean and make it soft ... and I
sure did ... I'd need to use saddle soap on it.  Then I'd need to treat it
with something called Neatsfoot Oil.  He said the saddle could last me my
whole life if I did that every couple of months.

"Before too much longer, you're going to need to start riding another
horse," Josh commented as we rode past the barn.  "Just as soon as we're
sure Flame's going to have a colt."

Flame was the only horse I'd ever ridden and it would probably feel strange
riding another.  But I could hardly wait for next July to roll around, when
I'd have a new colt to call my own.

As we crossed the field in front of us, we picked up the pace to a steady,
easy trot.  We spent the rest of the afternoon riding from place to place,
checking that all the watering tanks were filled and working properly.  And
Josh noted that a couple of salt blocks were almost completely licked away.
He asked me to remind him tomorrow, that he needed to send somebody out
with new ones.  Josh never seemed to forget anything, so being asked to
remind him of stuff really made me feel important!

As the sun was getting lower in the sky, Josh and I rode to the top of a
low rise where we stopped, surveying the land before us.  The golden fields
that spread out as far as the eye could see were dotted with the black of
Angus cattle ... far too many to count!

"Damn, that's a beautiful sight" Josh said, shaking his head.

I agreed with Dad.  We sat there for quite a while, not saying anything,
but just soaking in the grandeur of the J bar A.  I know it sounds weird,
but as I looked at my father, it was like the land was a part of him and he
was a part of the land.  It even began to affect me.  I'd SURE never felt
that way before ... but it seemed like I was finally right where I
belonged.  And I gotta tell you, it sure felt good!

I guess we'd both found our home.

While we were taking in the scene before us, the sun fell behind the
mountains to our right.  And when that happened, the temperature seemed to
drop ten or twenty degrees all at once.  The gentle breeze, which had felt
so good against my bare chest and back a few minutes earlier, suddenly made
me shiver.

"Brrrrr," I shook, folding my arms over my puckered breasts and squeezing
my shoulders forward.

The spell was broken.  But I'd never forget those moments, if I lived to be
a hundred and fifty.

"Summer's almost over, Ryan," Josh laughed.  "I let the time get away from
us, but we'd better be heading home, now."  Before we rode off, though,
Josh removed his shirt and tossed it to me.  "We don't want you to freeze
before we get home!"

"Thanks, Dad," I said.  "But won't you be cold, now?"

"No, son, I'll be just fine," Josh answered, smiling in my direction.

I held his extra-large, gray t-shirt in my hands for a moment before
slipping it over my head.  It smelled like Josh and I loved that.  But I
loved that Josh was willing to give up his comfort for me a LOT more; I
couldn't remember anybody ever doing that for me.  Probably, Dad did get
cold on the ride back to the house, but he never complained.

After tending to the horses, we started to leave the barn.  But I stopped
in the doorway for a moment to take another long look at my new saddle.  It
was proudly resting on a stand right next to Dad's.  When Josh noticed what
I was doing, he stopped and turned around too, before placing his hand on
my shoulder.

"That saddle of yours looks right at home there; doesn't it, son?" Josh
commented, before glancing lovingly at me.

I smiled up at Dad.  He was right, of course, but that's not what I'd been
thinking.  I saw it as another proof I'D found MY home, at long last!

Josh kept his hand on my shoulder, hugging me to his side as we slowly
walked towards the back door.

"I was almost ready to send somebody out looking for you two.  Except I
didn't know where to have them start searching," Tim laughed from the
kitchen counter, where he was eating supper with Kaiden, Chris, Tyler and
Cole.  "I thought maybe the land just opened up and swallowed both of you
... you were gone so long."

I guess it almost had ... but not like Tim thought.

"Sorry, Tim," Josh replied with a grin, before pecking Tim on the cheek.
"Like I told Ryan, the time got away from us out there."

"Kids ..." Tim commented with a grin and shake of his head.

"Yeah, they're SO fuckin' undependable," Cole added, looking at Josh while
tousling my hair.

"Hey, is that any way to talk to the man who writes your paycheck?" Josh
shot back.  But it was all in good fun.

Smiling, and suddenly hungry, I asked, "What's for supper, anyway?"

"The food from your birthday party," Chris laughed.  "It's not half bad,
for leftovers."

"We saved a couple burgers for you guys," Tim advised, as his fingers
lingered for a moment in the small of Josh's back, twisting the dark hairs.
"They're still in the refrigerator," he added, dropping his hand.

Josh popped them in the microwave, I took the empty stool next to Cole and
we began our meal while the other guys finished theirs.  Cole asked me what
I'd done all afternoon, and I gave him the short version before saying I
was surprised, but happy, to see him still there.

"I couldn't very well let your birthday pass by with giving you MY
present," Cole laughed, pressing his leg against mine.  "Could I, big guy?"

My cock was suddenly hard, as I remembered the slip of paper in the package
from Cole.  Smiling across the counter at Kaiden and Tim, I adjusted my
throbbing member before rubbing my hand over Cole's knee and up his hairy
thigh.

"Just remember, Ryan has to get up for school in the morning," Tim lectured
Cole, after finishing his glass of water.  "Even if you don't."

"Yes, sir," Cole answered, with an easy smile in my direction.

It was already dark out, after supper, and I hadn't finished all my
homework yet.  Homework was the last thing I wanted to do that night!  But
before we headed upstairs to my room, Cole told me and my dads that he'd
help me with it.  It turned out that Cole remembered a lot about eighth
grade math ... at least about equations ... the part we were studying right
now.  When we first sat down on the edge of my bed, trying to find the
value of "x" didn't make any sense to me.  But Cole answered my questions
in a way I could understand, and before I knew it, I'd completed the
assignment and was closing the book.

"I'm glad that's finished," I said, grinning towards Cole.  "Thanks for all
your help!"

"Hey, I'm always here to lend a hand ... or a foot," Cole laughed, leaning
back against the headboard and lifting his left leg.  He wiggled his toes
at me.

Laughing, I turned up my nose.

"Get that stinky foot out of my face!" I exclaimed, pushing it away as Cole
and I joked around.

The birthday note from Cole only had one word written on it: "later".  It
could have meant anything, and since Cole had told us lots of times he was
a broke college student, I didn't expect something that cost money.  But
Cole had a lot to offer a guy that wouldn't cost him a thing.  Anyway, I
didn't really WANT a gift from Cole that cost money.

Cole had had fun with me, and all of us guys, last night, but maybe that
wasn't what he meant in the note.

"Ryan, you look fuckin' hot sitting there in that big t-shirt of your
dad's," Cole stated with a grin.  "It's like the shirt's the only thing
you've got on."  He shook his head.  "I'd never have thought in a million
years that a thirteen-year old kid could turn me on like you do."  He
paused thoughtfully for a moment.  "But fuck, I guess you're not just any
thirteen-year old kid, are you?  Come here, big guy."

I don't know what Cole saw in me, because I WAS just any thirteen-year old
kid!

"Since you say it doesn't look like I'm wearing shorts anyway, I might as
well take them off," I laughed, standing on the mattress and stepping out
of my cargos and underwear.

The oversized t-shirt had been large on Josh.  And after I kicked the navy
boxer briefs off my feet and onto the floor, the hem dropped almost to my
knees while the arms fell somewhere between my elbows and wrists.  Cole
held out his open arms and I scrambled across the bed, where my college man
folded me into them.  I loved my brothers and dads.  I loved them a lot!
But I felt something different for Cole ... something more.  If you'd have
asked me to explain it to you, I couldn't have done it.  I only knew I
loved being around him more than anybody else I'd ever known.

Cole held me in his arms for quite a while.  We just sat there as he
fingered my new gold chain and the football attached to it; neither of us
said anything ... we didn't have to.  Cole would nuzzle my ears or sniff my
long hair every once in a while.  My throbbing, four-inch dick was standing
straight up ... tight against my sparse, new growth of pubes ... as I
relaxed in the muscular arms of my nineteen-year old friend.

Finally, Cole spoke up while ruffling my mop of unruly hair.  "Both of us
probably ought to get up from this fuckin' bed and take our showers.  So
you'll be ready for school in the morning."  Then he held his hand in
place, on top of my head, causing a thick shock of shaggy, brown hair to
fall over my eyes.

Raising my eyebrows, I turned my face towards Cole.

"You look like a fuckin' sheepdog!" Cole laughed, giving me an affectionate
noogie.

I tried to pull away and Cole gave me a quick kiss, before reluctantly
standing up.  We both undressed and headed into the bathroom, where Cole
started the shower.  While the water was getting up to temperature, Cole
stood in front of the toilet with his legs slightly spread.  He was such a
hunk with his smooth chest and legs covered in thick, bristly, red hairs!

I watched Cole for a moment as he began to unload a powerful stream from
his thick cock.  My dick was still hard, but I had to pee too, and did my
best to join him.  And moments later, the two of us were stepping into the
steaming shower.

Cole stood with his back to the spray as he lathered my hair, and I took
some of the dripping suds from my chest and began to wash his freckled,
ivory skin.  Even with the hot water, it looked like he was getting
goosebumps.

"You're such a hot kid, Ryan," Cole murmured as his soapy fingers traced
over my skinny chest.

Suddenly, his manhood jerked to life.

'Cole was the hot one ... not me,' I thought as I lovingly washed the
pulsating scorpion.

With trembling fingers, Cole gently cleaned my tanned, slim body.  Then he
turned me around, soaping my shoulders and ass, before hugging my backside
tightly against his front.  Cole's huge, stiff dick poked me in the back,
and the helmet head fit my ass crack perfectly as it pointed downward,
towards the bathtub.  It felt so good when Cole took hold of my
soap-slicked cock with his manly fingers.  And when he jacked it like there
was no tomorrow, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!

"Oh, yeah," I moaned in my sexiest high-pitched voice, while wriggling my
ass against Cole's throbbing member.

I didn't make Cole cum as we showered, but he sure coaxed a big load out of
me before we rinsed off and hugged under the spray.  And after we dried
each other, Cole turned out the lights and we slipped into my bed.

My dads should have been happy; I was getting to bed early.

With a satisfied smile on my face, I took hold of Cole's fire hose,
squeezing it gently before scrunching my back as close to him as I possibly
could.  The top of my head was a perfect fit, nestled between Cole's chin
and hard chest as he draped a hand over my belly, holding my body to his.

I gotta tell you, I love the feel of soft, naked skin against skin.  This
was an absolutely perfect ending to what had been an awesome day.  Cole
sighed contentedly, expressing how I felt ... better than I ever could!

Sometime during the night, I was woken up by Cole's stiff dick humping
against my back.  After enjoying the sensations for a few moments, I turned
around until I was facing Cole.  And in the dim light from the cracked-open
bathroom door, I hugged Cole tightly, before he threw his right leg over my
thigh.  Sensuously, he ground his seriously hard cock against my stomach,
while with his leg, Cole held the two of us tightly together.  And my dick
seemed to be harder than I'd ever felt it, as I thrust my pelvis towards my
college friend, until my cock made contact with Cole's hot flesh.

Frantically, we ground our bodies against each other.

"Oh, fuck!" Cole urgently cried out, barely louder than a whisper, as the
two of us humped harder and faster.

In a frenzy, Cole's well-practiced mouth searched out mine and he kissed me
hard, before his tongue forced its way through my lips.  He kissed me with
a wild fury ... like I'd never been kissed before!

I don't think I've ever been more turned on, than I was with Cole in the
almost darkness of my bedroom on that September night.  Cole rolled onto
his back and pulled me on top of him.  It was like Cole's body was some
nonstop sex machine that rhythmically writhed and bucked under mine.  And
it seemed like every nerve ending in my body was on fire as I urgently
humped him back.

Cole wrapped his arms around me, and we kissed again and again as we rolled
around on the bed.  Even though we didn't fuck that night, it was the
hottest sex I'd ever had, by far!  But it was more than just hot sex, Cole
also made love to me ... and I tried my best to love him back.

I guess we'd been awake for a long time in the middle of the night, because
when the alarm tried to rouse me in the morning, I wasn't ready to get up.
Finally, when I heard Kaiden in the bathroom, Cole succeeded in getting me
to start moving.  But even then, it was under extreme duress that I crawled
out of bed.  My chest and stomach were covered in a mixture of Cole's and
my dried cum, and I was able to wash most of it off before putting on a
shirt and pair of shorts for school.

With half-closed eyes, I stumbled to the closet and dug out a pair of
shoes.  And I was almost awake by the time I slipped my feet into an old
pair of Adios from the back of the closet, and Cole and I headed downstairs
for breakfast.  Josh and my brothers were already there and almost finished
with their meal.

"From the looks of things, you guys must have gone to bed late," Josh
commented in Cole's and my direction after glancing at the clock.  He
lowered his morning newspaper, laying it next to his almost empty cup of
coffee.

"No, we were in bed before ten," I answered truthfully while sliding my
legs around the empty stool to the left of my dad.

Then I yawned, proving to Dad just how wide-awake I was!

Kaiden snickered and I glared across the counter at him.  Josh looked from
my brother to me, and then towards Cole.

"It's my fault, Josh," Cole said, after taking the stool next to Kaiden,
and reaching for the pitcher of milk.  "I woke up in the middle of the
night ... and I guess I sorta woke Ryan up, too.  I'm sorry."

"I'm sure not," I laughed, reaching across the counter and taking the milk
from Cole before pouring myself a glass.

"Well, no harm done this once, I guess," Josh added, glancing in my
direction.  "Just so long as you two don't make a habit of it, if Cole
stays over on a school night again."

"We won't, Dad," I promised, hoping more than anything Cole WOULD get to
spend lots of other nights with me before too much longer.

Josh smiled as he ruffled my thick hair.  It seemed like everybody was
playing with my hair lately!

"We gonna need to get you a haircut one of these days," Josh laughed,
combing his fingers through my mane.  "I think we've got horse clippers
around the ranch somewhere ..."

"NO WAY!" I exclaimed, pulling away from my grinning dad.

It was hard to believe, but I'd had my last haircut sometime in May, before
school let out for the summer.  And while I poured myself a bowlful of
cereal, I let Josh know I wasn't in any hurry for another one.  I liked the
shaggy look just fine.

"Ryan, you'd better hurry up or we're ALL gonna be late for school," Tyler
stated as he opened the dishwasher and found a spot for his bowl and glass.

As my brothers left the kitchen and headed upstairs, I wolfed down my bowl
of cereal between gulps of milk. And a couple of minutes later, after
brushing my teeth, collecting my pack and saying goodbye to Josh and Cole,
I joined them in the cab of the Tacoma.

"It sounded like Cole did a LOT more than just wake you up last night,"
Kaiden laughed from the beside me in the back seat of the truck.

"Yeah, maybe just a little more," I shrugged, with a sheepish grin in the
direction of my brother.

"You guys woke ME up, you were so noisy," Kaiden declared with a grin of
his own.  "And you know how I like to sleep!"

Smiling, I told my brothers all about what had happened between Cole and
me.  And by the time Tyler dropped Kaiden and me off at our school, I was
so horny I almost couldn't stand it.  But we were running late that
morning, and as Kaiden and I were squeezing behind Chris and out of the
Tacoma, the first bell was ringing, loud and long.  I'd have to find SOME
way to make it through first period gym class without jacking off.  I sure
hoped Coach would dismiss class a couple of minutes early, so I'd have time
to take care of business!

Kaiden and I hurried to the locker room, where we undressed to change into
our football workout shorts and cleats.

"Shit, Ryan," Drew laughed loudly from a couple of rows over.  "Why didn't
you take care of that boner before you got to school this morning?"

Several guys glanced in my direction, wisecracking about my stiff cock.
With a big smile on my face, I flipped all of them the bird, before
stepping into my jockstrap and shorts.  My penis finally started to go soft
after I'd dressed out and was standing in line, upstairs in the gym, for
roll call.

Coach bellowed out each of our names, and I was surprised Eric didn't
answer when his last name, Sparks, was called.  Looking around, I didn't
see him anywhere.  Coach called out his name again and glanced down the
line of us boys.

"Did any of you see Sparks downstairs?" Coach asked; and when no one
answered, he marked my friend absent.

Eric sure hadn't seemed to be sick at my party on Sunday, or yesterday when
we took him home.  But maybe he'd been able to convince his mom he had a
fever or something, so he could get another day off school.  I smiled to
myself.  Eric was an awfully smart kid if he could pull that off!

After he finished calling the roll, and while we were still in the gym,
Coach took us through our daily routine of warm-up exercises.  Then we
headed outside and ran a jillion drills to get ready for our next football
game on Thursday night.  And afterwards, tired and sweaty, the team headed
into the locker room.

***

I think I'll end this chapter right here.  I hope all of you enjoyed
reading it.  And like always, I'd sure like to hear from you if you did
(fotogme11@yahoo.com).  If you'd like to join the Yahoo! Group for the
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The first two stories in this series are in the Gay/Incest area of the
Nifty Archive: "I'll Suck You" had a final post date of June 25, 2007, and
"I've Got the Best Family" ended on May 23, 2008.  Maybe you would enjoy
reading them, too.

Have a great week, everybody!  Greg