Date: Fri, 16 Jan 2009 03:52:16 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 19

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 Nineteen:

(Ryan narrates.)

Eric hadn't dressed-out for gym all week, but he was on duty as team
manager for our football game on Thursday night.  It was another home game,
and all of us worked our hardest against that week's opponent.  We almost
didn't have anything to show for all the effort, though.  Was I ever glad
our team scored a field goal in the last couple of minutes, and ended up
winning by the score of 3-0.  Coach wasn't happy with how the offense
performed, but he had lots of praise for the defense.  Anyway, we won
... and I guess that's what counts!

In the locker room after the game everybody was sore and moving slowly.
Several of us took a long time in the showers.  And by the time Devon
turned off his showerhead, there were seven hard cocks in the wet,
tile-walled room.  Surprised Eric hadn't joined us, I poked my head out of
the room, looking for him.  He was making the rounds of the locker room,
and had his arms loaded with a few wet towels that he dropped into a large
barrel by the door.

"Come on, Eric," I shouted.  "Is everybody gone?"

Heading in my direction, Eric shook his head and smiled.  "Yeah
... finally.  I thought they'd NEVER leave!"

I laughed in agreement.  "Fuck, we've gotta hurry before our 'rents come
down looking for us!"

"Your dads wouldn't care," Eric commented, pausing for a moment.

"I know ... but yours might," I said, not thinking that Eric's dad probably
hadn't been in the stands in the first place.

It was weird.  I knew how much Eric liked jacking off, but he hesitated a
moment too long before starting to undress.  Or maybe it was just because I
was in such a big hurry myself.  Anyway, when he finally made up his mind,
Eric was out of his clothes in record time.  As he was stripping down, I
noticed several large, yellow-green spots on his pale skin.  One on his
left side, just above the hipbone, a couple on his back, one on his chest
and another on his right inner thigh.  I recognized them as fading bruises.
I seemed to always have at least one of those myself ... especially after
football practice began this past summer.

"What happened to you, Eric?" I asked, since he didn't play football.

"Dad says I'm so clumsy; and I guess he's right.  I do have a lot of
accidents," Eric answered, shaking his head.  "I must have been
sleepwalking that Monday night after your birthday party.  Anyway, I fell
down the stairs.  They said I was having a seizure when they found me
... and I guess it caused a really bad asthma attack.  I even had to go to
the hospital."  He paused for another moment.  "You should have seen how I
looked back then," he continued, I guess referring to his bruises.  "That's
why I missed so much school."

That was the first REAL information Eric had given me about why he was out
of school last week ... other than it had something to do with his
condition.  It was sure a strange story, but thankfully, Eric seemed to be
his old self.  Maybe part of my brain wanted to ask my friend more
questions about what had happened, but I pushed the thought to the back of
my mind.  We had MUCH more pressing business to take care of at the moment!
The other guys were pounding each other's meat at a furious pace.  And by
the time I'd wrapped my fist around Eric's long but slender manhood, both
Drew and Carlos were having their orgasms and the other guys were following
right and left.

Under the spraying water, in the large shower room, I squeezed Eric's penis
while he grabbed mine.  I soon realized Eric was mimicking my every
move. The tighter I gripped my friend's cock, the more his hand squeezed
mine.  The faster I went the faster he pumped.  When I felt like I was
getting close, my hand was a blur on Eric's dick while his was the same on
mine.

Eric's slim body was writhing beside me, as he busted his nut.  His jizz
mixed with the water and washed down the drain.  And I wasn't far behind
him as my seed covered my friend's expertly jacking hand.  Damn, it felt
awesome, like it always did!  Again, I was so glad I was a boy; and that
I'd made the kind of friends I had.

A few minutes later, as we were slipping on our shoes, Eric turned to me.
"Ryan ... you're the best friend I've ever had," he exclaimed.

"Thanks, Eric.  I like you a lot, too," I answered offhandedly.

"No, I really mean it," Eric stated, seriously.  "Before this year, it
seemed like I couldn't make any REAL friends.  I guess I didn't know how.
Probably, I didn't try hard enough ... or maybe, I was trying too hard.
Anyway, I wanted things to be different this year, SO much, but I didn't
think they would be.  Then you REALLY talked to me after practice one day
last summer ... more than just saying hi, I mean."

"Why wouldn't I have wanted to be your friend?" I asked.  I sure couldn't
see any reason why I wouldn't.

"Dad says I'm too shy," Eric divulged.

"You don't seem shy around me," I replied zipping closed my gym bag.

Eric's face literally shone with that winning smile of his.  Anybody who
didn't want to be his friend was sure missing out on knowing a great guy!

"That's just it," Eric continued.  "I'm not shy around you.  Ryan, you were
so easy to get to know.  And you wanted to be MY friend!"  He lifted his
inhaler to his mouth and pressed the bottom.  "And then there's THIS thing
..."

Eric didn't say it, but the implication was there that his asthma somehow
made him different from 'normal' kids like the rest of us.  Of course, I
didn't have the condition, but it seemed to me like Eric could do anything
he set his mind to.

I laughed.  "You can do plenty just fine, Eric!"

The other guys were standing around waiting for us.

"Are you guys ever going to quit talking?" Carlos asked.  "I wanna get away
from school ... for a few minutes, at least ... before we have to be back
for class tomorrow!"

All of us laughed as we agreed with him, and after Eric took a final glance
around the room, he turned out the lights and we left.  All our folks were
waiting for us just outside the front door of the school.

"You boys sure took long showers," Eric's mom stated impatiently while
glancing at her wristwatch.  "The rest of the team was dressed and back up
here AGES ago."

Eric was very apologetic.  "Sorry, Mom ... the team left the locker room in
a mess," he said, glancing toward the ground.

If Mrs. Sparks was looking for more information from her son, she didn't
get it.  But we talked for a couple of minutes about other stuff before we
went our separate ways.  It was getting pretty late for a school night, and
some of us still had homework to finish.

No sooner had we entered the truck for the drive back home, than Kaiden
commented in my direction, "Eric sure had a lot of bruises on him."

Tim turned around, looking at both Kaiden and me.  In the lights from the
parking lot, I noticed a frown on his face.  "What happened to Eric,
anyway?" he asked, concerned.

I told everyone the story, as Eric had relayed it to me.  And Tim glanced
towards Josh for a long moment, as something unsaid passed between
them. "Well ... I'm sure glad it wasn't MORE serious than it was!" Tim
declared.

We all agreed with that statement.  Our dads asked both Kaiden and me a few
more questions about Eric, but neither of us knew the answers.  And by the
time we reached the ranch turnoff, the topic of conversation in our SUV had
changed several times.

As we approached the ranch house, Josh commented in my direction, "Ryan,
you were sure part of an offensive juggernaut tonight!"

Tim laughed, but I didn't know what Josh meant.

"What's a juggernaut?" I asked, bewildered.

Josh was beginning to answer, when Tim interrupted him in that fatherly
voice he sometimes uses.  "You need to look the word up, Ryan."

"Dad's like that sometimes," Kaiden laughed.  I imagined he was rolling his
brown eyes in the darkened interior of the SUV; and I nodded and laughed at
my brother.

"It's the best way to learn," Tim added authoritatively, just like our
English teacher at school.  "Kaiden ... I bet you don't know what it means,
either."

Kaiden admitted he didn't and when we got into the house, Josh wrote the
word on a piece of paper.  Kaiden and I called up the website
'dictionary.com' on Dad's office computer, moments later.  The definition
was 'any large, overpowering, destructive force or object, as war, a giant
battleship, or a powerful football team'.

Laughing, I shook my head.  "Dad ... here I thought you were being serious
with us, back in the car!"

Josh tousled my hair roughly, before hugging both Kaiden and me tightly.

"I like to keep you guys on your toes," he laughed, also saying he really
enjoyed kidding around with us.

Josh is serious a lot of the time, and I guess maybe that's what makes his
dry sense of humor so effective.  He has made me laugh so many times during
the years since I moved to the ranch.  Laughing was something I'd almost
forgotten how to do in my old family.  Probably, my birth mom and dad
kidded with me when I was a real little kid ... but I couldn't remember any
of that, if it ever happened.  I loved my new family so much!

Kaiden and I went upstairs to finish our homework, and like usual, Friday
dragged by.  Finally however, the weekend arrived!  I had hoped Eric would
be able to come out to the ranch for at least part of Saturday or Sunday.
But while he wished he could, Eric said it wouldn't work out this weekend.
He wanted to visit soon, though.

When our roping lesson was over on Saturday afternoon ... where the cowboys
taught us how to spin ropes over our heads ... I saddled up a horse from
the stable.  It was the first time I'd ridden any horse other than Flame.
Even though we still weren't sure she was going to have a colt, I didn't
want to take any chances of hurting it.  Flame wasn't going to be ridden
for a while.  My new saddle fit the Pinto okay ... but I could tell already
that it was going to be a LONG nine months!

Anyway, I wanted to show Devon everything I'd learned about roping ... and
I guess I hoped he'd be impressed.  I don't think he was, though.  We were
the same age; still, he was a lot better than me.  But hey, it was going to
be a while before the roundup began.  I should have lots of time for
practicing, if I really buckled down.

"When does your roundup begin this year?" Devon asked as we coiled our
ropes and hung them over a couple of fence posts.

"I'm not exactly sure," I replied.  I knew it was coming up before too much
longer, though.  "Sometime in October, I think."

Devon said theirs was going to begin earlier than usual this year
... October 5, he'd heard his dad say.  Devon's father swore by the
predictions in a Colorado farmers' and ranchers' almanac ... and it was
predicting an early spell of bad weather this fall.  Devon was sure I could
help them, if I wanted to.  He said the Triple M, the name for their ranch,
and the J bar A usually helped each other out at roundup time.

"Cool," I answered, leaning against the corral fence.  "It sounds like
fun."

Devon laughed and shook his head while climbing the fence and perching on
the top rail, beside me.  "Maybe.  My uncles agree with you, at least.
They come up from Denver for the roundup every year and say they enjoy
being back on the ranch."  He paused for a moment.  "But I just think it's
a whole lot of work!"

As my friend looked off in the distance, Devon spread his tanned legs,
giving me quite a view up his baggy shorts.  Fuck ... he wasn't wearing
underwear that Saturday afternoon, and all of a sudden, my dick was hard as
a rock!  I touched the calf of Devon's hairless leg and he turned his
suddenly lust-filled face to mine.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he laughed.

"Yeah," I replied with a smile of my own.

I knew exactly what my friend was thinking, even though he hadn't told me.
While sometimes it's embarrassing, it's also really awesome how a guy my
age's body works.  One minute I'm doing something like sitting in class, or
roping or standing beside a rail fence, minding my own business ... and the
next, my cock is throbbing and I'm horny as hell.  Of course, my brothers
tell me I'm always horny; they're not far from wrong, I guess.  And to
think ... I didn't even know that side of me existed until Kaiden jacked me
off in a tent a couple of months earlier.  Fuck!

"Come on," Devon said jumping down from the fence.  "Let's go up to my
room."

"Sure," I agreed with a big smile.  "Are your mom and dad in the house?"

"I don't know," Devon replied, shrugging his shoulders.  "But they won't
come into my bedroom if the door is shut.  At least, not without knocking
first."

The Myers' home was an old two-story ranch house, white with dark green
trim around the windows.  It had wooden siding and a large covered porch
that ran the length of the front and one side.  The house had been painted
so many times over the years, the edges of the wood siding were rounded
... not the crisp right angles you'd expect on clapboards.  For a house so
large, it didn't have many rooms, though.

A worn horseshoe was nailed above the back door.  "For luck," Devon said,
as he led the way into their large kitchen, where Mrs. Myers seemed to be
fixing something smelly for supper.

"Hey, Mom," Devon cheerfully greeted his mother.

"Hi, Devon," Mrs. Myers said without looking up.  When she did glance away
from her work, she saw me and smiled.  "How are you this afternoon, Ryan?"

"I'm fine," I answered.  "I just came over to show Devon I'd learned how to
spin a lariat."

"That's nice," Mrs. Myers commented.

"We're going up to my room," Devon advised his mom.

"Okay ... but I expect your dad and brother will be coming in before too
much longer," Devon's mom stated.  "Will you stay for supper, Ryan?"

It must have been later in the day than I thought it was.  "Sure!" I
replied with a big grin.

"And maybe he can spend the night, too," Devon commented before adding in
his best, wheedling, little-boy voice, "ple-e-ease, Mom."

This was beginning to sound like more fun all the time!

"I don't see why not, Devon," his mom agreed before turning to me.  "As
long as it's okay with your dad, Ryan."

I said I'd call him right away and find out.  And after Tim spoke to
Mrs. Myers for a moment, he said I could stay.  As I was hanging up the
phone, Mr. Myers and Jared came through the door.  They had been out in the
machine shed working on a tractor, and both of them were covered in grease.

"Men!" Devon's mom exclaimed, exasperated.  "Don't come into the house with
those clothes on!"  Dutifully, both Jared and his dad stripped to their
underwear, dropping their filthy clothes on the linoleum near the door.  It
was the first time I'd seen Devon's father's body, by the way, and it was
almost as hairless as his thirteen-year old son's.

Somewhat satisfied, Mrs. Myers added, "You two get into the bathroom and
shower before dinner."

"Yes, Mother," Mr. Myers said, smiling like a chastised schoolboy, before
leaning forward and kissing his wife.

Jared rolled his eyes ... but he had a smile on his face, as well.

Devon's mom just shook her head, while watching the retreating forms of her
husband and oldest son.  Mr. Myers headed towards the bathroom in the back
corner of their downstairs with Jared following him.  After they left,
Mrs. Myers collected the dirty clothes and dropped them in a large, green
plastic bin beside the door.

The Myers only had one old-fashioned bathroom in their whole house, so it
would take a little while for both guys to get their showers.  While we
waited for them, Devon and I went upstairs to his bedroom and fooled around
on his PlayStation.  Jared joined us after washing his hands, and when
Mr. Myers finished showering, Jared ran downstairs and took his.  Then we
had supper.  The REAL fun would have to wait for a while ... but hey, now I
had all night!

Devon's mom wasn't a very good cook.  At least, I didn't like the kind of
meal she fixed.  But I was hungry.  And since both Jared and Devon filled
their plates with the food ... and there didn't seem to be anything but
applesauce and bread to eat otherwise ... I reluctantly tried the stinky
boiled cabbage and Polish sausage.

The sausage wasn't too bad, but the cabbage tasted as bad as it smelled.  I
forced myself to eat a few bites, though, before hiding the rest of the
cabbage under a half-eaten slice of bread. A guy could only eat so much of
the stuff!  I didn't know how Devon and Jared stood it, but I supposed they
were used to eating that way.  Then again, I guess they didn't have much
choice.

After supper was over and we had mounted the stairs to his room, Devon
said, "You were lucky tonight, Ryan.  Mmmm, cabbage and sausage!"  Then he
paused, laughing long and hard.  "I see you like cooked cabbage about as
much as me!"

"Yuck!" I replied, rolling my eyes.  But even if the meal had been bad,
there was still a fun night to look forward to.

"Dad loves it," Devon continued, shaking his head like he couldn't
understand why.  "So we have it every once-in-a-while.  I'm sure glad Mom
doesn't make it very often, though."

"I bet!" I exclaimed as we reached the top of the long staircase.  The
downstairs rooms in the Myers house had really high ceilings, so there were
more stairs to climb than normal.  And although my dick had been soft in
the kitchen, it was standing up expectantly amid my sparse crop of pubes,
as I followed Devon into his room.

Like I said before, Devon lived in a big house, but there weren't very many
rooms in it.  Downstairs, there were four and the upstairs had two
bedrooms.  Devon's parents slept in one while Jared and Devon shared the
other.  It was a big room, though.  Devon had a bed against the
old-fashioned wallpaper on the front wall of the house, between two tall,
open windows, while Jared's was across the room on a similar back wall.  A
breeze was blowing into the room, billowing the curtains near Jared's bed.

"Let's get out of these clothes," Devon said, closing the door to his room.
"My cock has wanted to feel your hand wrapped around it since you got here
this afternoon, Ryan."

I laughed; mine had been feeling the same way.  As I threw off my clothes,
Devon pulled a dark blue t-shirt over his blond head of hair and slipped
out of his shorts.  Like I'd seen earlier, he wasn't wearing underwear and
I commented on it.

"Yeah," he laughed.  "Jared never wants me to wear them to bed ... or any
time around the ranch on weekends, either.  And I'm sure not gonna complain
about that!"

Brother love at its finest!

It seemed that while both Jared and Devon had separate beds, they had been
sharing one or the other just about every night for the last month or so.
My friend grabbed the pillows from his brother's bed, tossing them against
the headboard of his own bed.  And Devon's little boy cock was sticking
straight out from his slim body as we climbed onto his unmade, double bed
and lay on the pillows, side-by-side.  He reached over with his left hand
and wrapped the fingers tightly around my throbbing cock.

"Fuck, Ryan ... I think you're bigger than the last time I jacked you!"
Devon exclaimed, but in a soft voice.

"Maybe," I replied with a grin, taking Devon's stiff prick between the
thumb and first two fingers of my right hand.  "I sure hope so, at least."

Even though Devon's cock was still real little, it was always fun jacking
him off because his face and body were so expressive.  Devon's mouth hung
open in that sexy way he had and he moaned softly or gasped when I varied
the pressure on his cock ... especially when I pressed hard on the special
place.  In moments, Devon's body was writhing next to mine as he sucked in
his golden-colored stomach and moved his legs around.  Devon seemed to
forget about my cock while I pleasured him.  But that was okay with me.  I
loved watching my friend while he was in the throes of ecstasy.

In no time, I had Devon squirming with his first orgasm of the evening.  It
was awesome that I held that kind of power in my hand ... that I could make
another guy react that way.  Of course, I wasn't the only one who had it.
Devon expertly made me shoot moments later.

"Devon, you're lucky because you don't make a mess like this, yet," I
commented, after coming down from my sexual high.

My friend just laughed slightly ... and then he surprised me by licking up
my warm cum.  We pulled on our shorts and lay on his bed again.

"I wanna shoot so bad, Ryan," he replied.  "And I'm afraid I'll be like
Jared.  His cock didn't start getting big until right after last
Christmas."

Now that was news if I'd ever heard any!  Jared had never let on that he
was a late-bloomer.  In fact ... just the opposite.

"No way!" I exclaimed, shaking my head.  I thought it was awful that my
dick had just begun to grow in the last couple of months ... and I'd
finally gotten a few pubes.

Devon nodded that it was true.  "And I'll probably end up without any hair
on my legs, like my dad," Devon continued ruefully.  After pausing for a
moment, he asked, "What was your dad like, Ryan?  I don't mean Josh or Tim,
but your real dad."

Wow ... I sure wasn't expecting that question!

***

I think I'll end this chapter right here.  I hope all of you enjoyed
reading it!  And, of course, I'd sure enjoy an e-mail from you, if you
did. (fotogme11@yahoo.com)

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"I'll Suck You"  Final Post Date: June 25, 2007
"I've Got the Best Family"  Final Post Date: May 23, 2008

Have a great week, guys!  Greg