Date: Thu, 23 Oct 2008 23:27:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 8

Us Guys

By:  Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Proofreader and Story Consultant:  Steve

The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty
Archive.  It may not be copied to another website without prior permission
from the author.

This fictional story involves gay sex between family members and their
friends, and it 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, please leave now.

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Special thanks to Bill S. for a suggestion I used in this chapter.  I hope
you like what I did with it, Bill!

***

And thanks to all of you who emailed me after chapter seven!  I enjoyed
writing that chapter almost as much as this one.  If you enjoy reading
chapter eight, I'd sure like to hear from you: fotogme11@yahoo.com.  And if
you'd like to join the Yahoo! Group for my stories, you can do that here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ill_suck_you/join.  Ten new group members
after chapter seven ... you guys continue to amaze me!

Well, enough of all that!  I hope you have fun with chapter eight.

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Chapter Eight

(Kaiden continues the story.)

Tim is the best dad any boy could have!

Except for the months after Mom died, he always gave Chris and me lots of
attention.  And I guess we still got enough, after we moved to Colorado
... but it was different somehow.  Now Dad had to spread his love among
four sons AND Josh.

After everybody helped unload the Suburban, and had gone their separate
ways, it was just the two of us.  It REALLY felt good to be alone in the
house with Dad!

Josh's house had seemed like a mansion, the first time I set eyes on it.
Now, it was just home ... but I bet Dad WOULD have been lonely in the house
by himself.  It almost seemed empty with TWO people ... and I wondered how
Josh had made it by himself all those years.

Dad and I made ourselves comfortable by taking off our shirts and shoes.

He had to do some computer work from the shoot, but when he was finished a
few minutes later, he asked, "Kaiden, how would you like a grilled cheese
sandwich for supper?"

Grilled cheese used to be my favorite, but I couldn't remember the last
time I'd eaten one.

"Mmmm, yeah," I replied, with a big smile.

I hopped onto one of the bar stools and watched as Dad opened a few
drawers.  And with a smile on his face, Dad pulled out a frilly apron.  I'd
seen Maria wear it before, when she cooked.  Dad held it up, laughed and
tied it around his waist.

"How do I look?" he asked, turning around.

It was my turn to laugh.

"Silly," I replied, shaking my head.  "Your hairy legs don't go with all
that lace!"

All of a sudden, while I was watching Dad strike foolish poses, my emotions
got the better of me.  Sometimes mine do that, I guess.  Anyway, I leaped
off of the stool, and wrapped my arms around my father.

"I love you so much, Dad."

Dad folded me in his strong arms, and we hugged ... and hugged ... as I
pressed my face tightly against the dry skin of his muscular chest.  His
heart was beating a strong, slow rhythm in my ear.

"I love you too, Kaiden," he stated, relaxing his embrace and gently
ruffling my shaggy hair.  "You're really growing up.  I noticed that again
this afternoon as I was photographing all of you.  You made me proud out
there, son!"

Maybe Dad still remembered what it was like being a boy ... I don't know.
But that evening, he sure knew how to make me feel important.  And I guess
that's what all guys my age want.

Pretending like he was a cook ... and Tim was anything but ... Dad got out
the bread, cheese and butter, before putting a heavy, cast iron skillet on
the stove and adjusting the flame beneath it.  He took out four slices of
bread and buttered one side of each slice.

"How much cheese?" he asked, taking several of the yellow-orange slices
from the package.

"Lots," I answered with a grin, hoisting myself onto the stool again.

Dad opened three slices for my sandwich and two for his, placed them
between the slices of bread and gently dropped the sandwiches into the
skillet.  The butter sizzled as it touched the hot surface.  And as they
began to cook, Tim asked me to get a couple of apples and sodas out of the
refrigerator.  I put ice cubes in glasses and poured a Pepsi for each of
us, while Dad quartered and cored the apples.  Then he flipped the
sandwiches.

"Just the way I like them," I said moments later, as Dad slid the grilled
cheese onto a couple of plates.

The bread was toasted a golden brown, and melting cheese was sagging onto
the crust.  It tasted every bit as good as it looked.  Maybe Dad wasn't
such a bad cook after all!

Dad and I ate slowly, enjoying every moment of our time together.  We
talked about anything we wanted, but nothing in particular.  I love my
brothers a lot, but that evening I enjoyed being an only child.

As we were finishing our sandwiches, Dad commented, "Kaiden, I hope you had
LOTS fun out there, this afternoon."

"Yeah, I did," I replied, taking a drink of soda.  "After I figured out
what I was supposed to do, that is."

Both of us laughed.

"If you want to do more modeling, I bet there'll be plenty of opportunities
for you ... and ALL the guys ... after Ben and I get the business running
full speed," he added.  "And who knows ... maybe one of these days you'll
get to model for a client who WANTS the sexy look."

With a broad smile on my face, I nodded at Dad's last comment, before
exclaiming, "You bet I wanna model some more!"

Dollar signs flashed in my brain.  I'd be a millionaire before I got out of
high school!

"I never knew kids my age could make that kind of money," I stated, after
taking the last bite of my grilled cheese.

"Most of them can't," Dad replied.  "But you were blessed with good genes
from your mom."

Maybe so ... back then we hadn't studied that stuff in school yet, so I
wasn't sure what Dad was talking about.  But I smiled like I agreed.

"How about another grilled cheese?" Dad asked.

"Maybe half," I said.  "Do you want another soda?"

Dad said no, but I got one for me, as he made a third sandwich and divided
it between us a few minutes later.  And after we were through, amid jokes
and laughter, Dad washed and I dried the few dishes we'd dirtied.  Mom used
to call Dad her 'big kid'.  That always seemed weird to me, whenever I
heard it, since Dad was a grown-up.  But as Dad was rinsing the soap off
the final plate, without warning, he turned the sprayer on me.

That meant war!

I grabbed for the sprayer and tried to turn it on Tim.  I wasn't all that
successful, and water went everywhere before Dad was able to return the
hose to the sink.  In the end, we were both drenched; but Dad didn't seem
to care ... and I SURE didn't.

I knew Dad was ticklish.  And while his head was turned, I went for his
bare sides, just beneath his ribs.  He wasn't expecting it; and since he
had the sink to his back, barring an escape route, I really let him have
it.  Advantage - kid ... for a while at least.  But since Dad was at least
a foot taller, and probably outweighed me by seventy or eighty pounds, I
didn't have the upper hand for long!

I forgot to tell you guys that I'm ticklish, too ... REAL ticklish.  I
guess I should have thought about that a few moments earlier, because
... of course ... DAD knew it.  With a big smile on his face, he pinned my
arms to my sides as we wrestled with each other.

"Thought you'd take advantage of your old man, did you?" he laughed as he
began to tickle my stomach and chest.

Immediately, all the fight left me, as I dropped to the wet floor.  I was
like a writhing, giggling mass of jelly in Dad's hands.  If any of you are
ticklish, you know what it's like to be really, REALLY tickled.  You can't
do anything but try to get away; and Dad wasn't about to let that happen.

Finally, I curled up in a ball, protecting my chest and stomach, but Dad's
fingers just found other places to tickle ... like my legs and the soles of
my feet.  My whole body was super sensitive to each of his touches.

After what seemed like an eternity, Dad backed off a little ... and I
seized the opportunity ... jabbing at his ribs and rolling to one side.
But I wasn't fast enough.  Dad grabbed me and we wrestled around on the
floor, tipping over a couple of stools in the process.  He could have
probably pinned me without much effort, but he didn't.  I think he was
having as much fun as I was, and didn't want it to end.

Finally, I guess we both tired of wrestling.  Dad pulled me on top of him,
naked chest against naked chest, wrapping his strong arms around my back.
I'm not sure exactly when it happened, but right after we started to hug, I
noticed my dick was as hard as a rock.  I guess the way it was poking at my
cargos, it was pretty obvious, and Dad felt it.

"Hmmm ... that's odd," he laughed.  "It feels like your little guy is all
swollen."

"Don't call him a little guy," I smirked, proud of my six inches.

"Your BIG, little guy, then," Dad replied, still grinning.  "Maybe it's an
allergic reaction to wrestling ... or maybe tickling." He paused for a
moment as he gently rolled me onto my back.  "I've heard either one of
those can cause serious problems!  We'd better take off those shorts, so I
can tell for sure."

As I lay there, Dad sat up and fumbled with the button, before unzipping my
fly.  And when I raised my hips, he pulled my shorts and boxer briefs down
my legs, tossing them aside.  My throbbing cock lay tight against my flat,
tanned belly.

"Yep, looks like a problem to me!" Dad exclaimed, as he tried to lift the
head of my stiff dick away from my body.

My cock was so hard, Dad had trouble getting it to point straight up.

"I've seen this condition before," Dad stated gravely, after assessing the
situation for a moment or two.  "It looks like a lot of fluid is building
up in your penis, son; and we have to relieve it before the pressure gets
too high, and causes irreversible damage!"

I'd just been lying there, enjoying the act Dad was putting on, before I
asked in an equally serious tone of voice, "What's the cure, Dad?"

"Kaiden, I only know of one sure-fire cure," Dad continued to talk like a
doctor.  "And we have to act fast!"

Dad spread my legs and knelt between them.  Then he leaned forward while
prying my dick away from my stomach.  His lips oh-so-lightly encircled my
cock head, while he slowly probed the slit with his tongue.

Fuck!

Dad had said time was of the essence, but he didn't rush.  With one hand,
he fondled my hairless balls, while he firmly pressed the palm of his other
against my tight stomach, tangling his fingers in the small thatch of my
dark blonde pubes.  A few minutes ago, I'd have jumped at his touch, but
everything Dad was doing felt awesome to me now.  And as he lowered his
head further on my pole, he began to suck ... gently at first, but then
with more urgency.  Dad might have been performing an emergency medical
procedure, but it sure felt good!

I pounded my fists on the floor while sucking in my stomach as far as it
would go.

"Oh, shit!" I cried out.  "Suck me harder, Dad!"

Dad bobbed his head up and down on my throbbing cock.  And at the same
time, I began to moan and thrash my head from side to side.  For a little
while, it felt like the pressure was building UP in my cock ... not being
released.  I held my breath and tightened my pubic muscles, clenching them
for as long as I possibly could.

But the pressure finally became unbearable; my cock felt like it would
explode if it wasn't relieved soon.  My heartbeat pounded in my ears as I
tensed up.  Then suddenly, as Dad swirled his tongue around my cock head, I
shot.  Again ... and again ... and again ... and again!

Damn, it felt so good ...  All the tension that had built-up in my body was
released as my orgasm ran its course.  After Dad let go of my cock, I lay
on the floor for a while, basking in the afterglow as my racing heart
slowed.

"Dad, I think my dick's starting to go soft," I said moments later; and
continuing with Dad's earlier line of reasoning, I asked, "Do you think I'm
cured?"

"For the moment, at least," he laughed.  "But if the problem comes back,
Kaiden, I'd recommend more suction.  Or maybe massage therapy ... I've
heard that works wonders, too."

I agreed to follow Dad's sound advice!  And after sitting up, I gave him a
big hug.  I'd known for a while that sex was fun ... but just not in a
joking sort of way.  That evening, Tim had taught me a valuable lesson:
joking around and making love can sometimes go hand-in-hand, and make both
of them better.  It was a lesson I hope I never forget!

"Thanks, Dad ... for everything," I said, dropping my hands to Dad's waist
and untying the apron.

"Any time," Dad replied, as he took the small garment from me and tossed it
onto the counter.  Then glancing around, he chuckled, "Looks like we made a
mess of this room.  I guess I'd better find some towels to clean up the
water you sprayed all over."

"Hey, you started it," I laughed, standing to my feet.

With a smile on his face, Dad ruffled my hair.

"Yeah ... come to think of it, I guess I did ... didn't I?" he admitted.

It was at that very moment, when I realized Mom HAD been right.  Dad WAS
just a big kid, after all.  I didn't think it was possible, but I loved him
even more when I found out.  I threw my arms around Dad and we held each
other for a long time, enjoying each other's company.

When the hug finally ended, we found several fluffy bath towels in the
downstairs linen closet, and used them to soak up the water from the
counter and floor.  Then, while Dad took the wet towels and the apron to
the laundry room, I straightened up the stools.  By the time Dad got back,
the kitchen looked as good as new.

"Josh'll never know," Dad said, agreeing that the room looked fine.  Then
he leaned against the counter and changed the subject, "How's everything
coming with Ryan's birthday party, anyway?"

I sat my naked butt on one of the stools.

"I can't wait for Sunday to get here!" I exclaimed.  My dick started to
swell, again, at the thought.  "Ryan's gonna have SO much fun!"

"I bet ALL of you will," Dad commented with a smile, as he glanced towards
my crotch.

"Uh-huh," I replied, spreading my legs wide.

Without really thinking about what I was doing, I dropped my hand to my
dick and began to gently fondle it.

"Massage therapy helps too, doesn't it?" Dad asked with a knowing grin.

"I think I'm gonna be needing a LOT of it," I laughed.

Agreeing with me, Dad wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled my
naked body to his side.  Neither one of us said anything for a while, as we
just enjoyed the moment.

Outside, the shadows were getting longer, as the sun dropped towards the
western mountains; and Dad clicked on a couple of under counter lights,
before asking, "Kaiden, what would you like to do tonight?"

I really didn't care ... just so long as Dad and I did it together.  But I
thought for a moment before suggesting we drive into Boulder so I could get
a birthday present for Ryan.  Since Ryan and I were almost always together,
it was hard to do anything without him knowing ... especially buying a
gift.

I thought I knew something he'd like.

On the way home from school one afternoon last week, while we were stopped
at Ranchers Supply, Ryan and I were walking by the display of cowboy boots.
And Ryan had stopped to look at them ... REALLY look.  He might have bought
a pair, if he hadn't been broke.  I didn't have any cash either ... almost
all the money I'd earned working on the ranch had gone to my college fund.
But now that I was well on my way to becoming rich from my modeling career,
I asked Dad for an advance so I could buy them for Ryan.

While Dad went upstairs to check the size of Ryan's hiking boots ... they
were his newest pair of shoes ... I threw on some clothes.  And when Dad
came back down, he slipped into the shirt he'd worn to the photo shoot.

After we drove to the store, I pointed out the pair Ryan had seemed to
like.

Dad agreed they were a good-looking pair of boots; but after looking at the
sole of one of them, he said, "Kaiden, they cost almost a hundred dollars.
Are you sure you want to spend that much of your money on a birthday
present?"

"You bet I do!" I replied.  "I love Ryan and want to give him something
he'll really like."

Dad thought for a moment.

"I just wanted to be sure," he said with a smile.  "How about I go in on it
with you ... and we split the cost fifty/fifty?"

"That'd be awesome, Dad!" I exclaimed.

Dad suggested we buy the boots one size too large, so they would last Ryan
longer.  And he made sure we could exchange them, just in case we really
screwed up with the size.  On the way home, we stopped at Wal-Mart for some
wrapping paper, a bow and a funny card.  It was almost nine o'clock after
we wrapped Ryan's present.  His gift looked great and I knew Ryan would
love the boots.

After Dad put the package somewhere out of sight, I asked him if he wanted
to watch a movie with me.

"Okay, but I need to get comfortable first," Dad replied, slipping out of
his shirt and shoes for the second time that night.

"AND I get to pick it out this time," he added with a smile and a shake of
his head.  "I'd like to watch something we haven't seen before."

Like all kids, I guess, when I found a movie I liked, I could watch it over
and over again.  I never seemed to get tired of it.  In fact, I'll STILL
watch my favorite movies often.  Anyway, Dad put a bag of popcorn in the
microwave, I grabbed a couple of sodas and we headed downstairs to the
media room where I pulled off my shirt and slipped out of my shoes.

Dad pored over the collection of DVD's, reading the backs of several cases,
while I curled up on the sofa with the bowl of popcorn, watching him.
Finally, he chose one and opened the tray of the DVD player.

"I hope you like this one, Kaiden," Dad said after closing the player.

"What's it called?" I asked, opening the can of Mountain Dew I'd brought
down with me.

"'Rudy'," Dad replied with a little laugh.

I was skeptical and turned up my nose.

"'Rudy'?"  I asked.  "That doesn't sound very good!"

"I know, the title's sort of weird," Tim agreed, as he sat down next to me
while popping open his can of soda.  "But let's give it a few minutes, at
least."

I was sure I wouldn't like it, but I suppose I would have watched just
about anything that night, because Dad and I were viewing it together.
Anyway, the movie began with a few boys playing football ... and one of the
guys was around my age.  Maybe the movie wouldn't be that bad, after all!

The kid my age was named Rudy.  But he didn't stay that age for long.
Soon, he was a high school senior.

"Hey," I exclaimed, "that's Sam!"

"It sure is," Dad agreed, gently ruffling my hair.

Last December, Chris and I had seen "The Lord of the Rings" at the theater.
And we liked it so much, that we'd talked Dad into going with us to see it
again, the next weekend.  Anyway, the same person who played Sam in that
movie was playing Rudy in this one.  Dad said his name was Sean Astin.

As the movie went along, I began to cozy up to Dad.  And he wrapped his arm
around my shoulder, pulling me even closer to him.  I leaned my head
against Dad's hard, muscular chest and Tim nuzzled my hair before kissing
the top of my head.

I could have lain there like that for the rest of my life!

***

When I wrote that last line, I just felt it was the perfect spot to end
this chapter.  I like some chapters I write more than others, and I have a
feeling this will be one of my all-time favorites.  I sure hope each of you
enjoyed reading it!  And if you did, I'd sure appreciate an email from you.
(fotogme11@yahoo.com)

I've posted a PDF of Steve's and my combined journal of what went into
writing chapter eight to the Yahoo! Group, if any of you are interested in
reading it.

If you haven't read the other stories in this series, both are in the
Gay/Incest section of the Nifty Archive.

"I'll Suck You" had a final post date June 25, 2007
"I've Got the Best Family" had a final post date of May 23, 2008

I hope all of you have an awesome week!  Greg

(By the way ... I'd highly recommend "Rudy" if you're looking for a
feel-good movie.)