Date: Fri, 14 Dec 2007 02:06:43 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: I've Got the Best Family ch12

I've Got the Best Family

By:  Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Proofreader and story consultant:  Steve

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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.

***

Thanks for your email after chapter 11, guys.  I always like to hear from
you!  If you'd like to send me an email about this chapter, or with
suggestions for the story, my address is fotogme11@yahoo.com.

***

Guys,

So far in this story there haven't been many times when both Josh and Tim,
not to mention, Ben, were in the same scene together.  In the later
chapters of "I'll Suck You", after the family came together, trying to
identify the two dads was sometimes a challenge.  I guess if you or I were
in the same room as the guys when the boys and dads were holding a
conversation, it would be obvious which man the boy was speaking to.  But
if they just called him 'Dad' it's not so obvious in the written word.

I like for the boys to call their fathers, 'Dad'.  And if there is only one
man present, or otherwise it's obvious who is being referred to, I'll
continue to use the term 'Dad'.  But if two or three of the dads are
present in the same room, I've decided that the boys will use their dad's
first names when they address them.  That will take care of any confusion
that might be caused, otherwise.

Thanks, Greg

***

Special thanks to Brett and Trenton, football consultants for this chapter.

***

Chapter 12

(Ryan continues with the narration)

We all sat around for a while, as we discussed this happy change of events
among ourselves.  Everybody was glad and SO excited that Kaiden and Chris
would be flying out this weekend, not a couple of weeks down the road.  I'm
sure that Tyler had to miss Chris something terrible; I know I really
missed all the guys!  And both Dad and Ben were looking forward to seeing
Tim, as well as the boys.  I think they were getting ready to start work on
the photo studio, and Tim needed to help make the final decisions on the
construction.  But after half an hour without the phone ringing, we seemed
to run out of stuff to say, and the conversation died down.

"We probably ought to do something with ourselves; and not just sit around
here waiting for the phone to ring," Tina commented, as only a mother who
always liked to keep busy could.

"I've got UNO upstairs in my room," I commented.  I always thought that
card game was a lot of fun.  "Does anybody want to play it?"

"Sure," Tyler replied, "I will."

The others agreed, and I bounded up the stairs two at a time, found the
cards and returned to the conference room.  We'd just begun to play the
first hand when the phone rang.

Smiling, Josh punched a button on the phone.  "J bar A," he answered.

"It's me again," Tim replied.

Everybody put down his or her cards, as we directed our attention to the
telephone.

"Were you able to get the tickets?" Dad asked.

Tim's laughter was heard from the speaker.  "Finally!" he exclaimed.  "I
guess we probably paid top dollar for them, because it's so late."

"Yeah, and most of the flights to Denver this weekend were already sold
out," Kaiden added.

"Boy, that's for sure!" Tim exclaimed ... and then he paused for a moment.
"But at least, it's a direct flight."  Again Tim laughed.  "We'll be up in
the middle of the night to get to the airport in time."

"Wow, what time does the plane leave," Dad asked.

"Six-ten," Tim replied.  "That means we will need to leave the house by
three-thirty, at the very latest; and three-fifteen would be better.  At
least there shouldn't be any traffic or security delays so early in the
morning!"

"I wouldn't be too sure about no security delays," Dad commented.  "It
could be that they won't have a full staff working at that time of the
morning."

"Do you think you could you get a hotel room by the airport?" Tina asked.

"You know, I bet we probably could," Tim responded.  "I hadn't even thought
about that."

"That sounds a LOT better to me!" Chris said; then he added, "But I'll stay
up all night, if I have to!"

All of us, on both ends of the conversation, laughed.

"Let me look into a hotel room," Tim stated with another laugh.  "I don't
want to stay up all night either, Chris!"

We found out that Tim didn't have a wedding scheduled for this weekend, so
he had bought three tickets on Frontier Airlines for the upcoming Friday.
He gave us the flight number and arrival time.  And after we had chatted
for a while longer, Tim and his boys said goodbye and hung up.

"I can't wait for the guys to get out here," Tyler declared.

"Me either, Tyler," Dad noted.  "It will be so great when we can all be
together as a family again.  Like it ought to be."

"I have to admit; I had my doubts at first," Tina said, "But the more I'm
around all of you guys here at the ranch, the more I see how much you love
each other, and Tim and his boys, too."

"Thanks, Tina," Dad began.  "I guess some people wouldn't consider our
family normal ..."

"But I sure do!" I butted in.

Everybody laughed again; and we talked about family for a while.  Then the
conversation turned to the photo studio.

"I wonder if we could get that barn all cleaned out before this weekend?"
Ben asked.  "It sure would be great, if we could."

"I don't see why not," Dad commented.  "I've got a good relationship with
the Dean of Students at the college.  I'm sure he'll have his people post
'Help Wanted' notices around the campus, on their website and in some of
the dorms, first thing in the morning.  I bet we can get six or eight guys
out here on Thursday ... or by Friday morning, at the very latest."

"Do you think so?" Ben asked.

"Well, I've been able to get some good workers from CU, before," Dad
replied with a smile.  "It seems like college guys are always wanting to
make some extra spending money."

"I guess that's true," Ben laughed.  "I know I never seemed to have enough
cash, when I was a student."

"And since we had to rush around today, because of the weather, we've
finished stacking all of the hay in the barns.  I might be able to let a
couple of my hands help out too," Dad advised.  "It's going to take a while
to clean out everything that's accumulated in that barn over the years."

Everybody agreed that it sounded like a workable plan.  Dad would call the
Dean of Students first thing in the morning, and Tyler volunteered to put
up the notices in some of the college hangouts, after he dropped us off at
football practice.

We all decided to head off to bed before very much longer.  After the
adults had turned in, I asked Tyler if he wanted to spend the night in my
room.  And, of course, he accepted my offer.

As we were lying in bed cuddling, enjoying the afterglow from our orgasms,
I asked, "So what happened in the hot tub last night, anyway?"

Tyler wrapped his arm around my shoulder as he laughed gently.  "Oh,
nothing much," he stated.  "Luke only said they were the best couple of
cums he'd ever had."

"That sure sounds like something to me!" I advised Tyler.  "I wanna hear
MORE about that!"

"Yeah," he replied with another laugh.  "I was sure you would."

Then he went on to tell me all about it.  I gotta tell you my cock was
stiff and throbbing, like I don't think I'd ever felt it before!

"Wow, that must have been awesome!" I declared.

"It WAS pretty good," Tyler commented in a lazy sounding, laid-back sort of
voice.  Then he yawned.  "Fuck, I'm so-o tired."

"Um ... do you think you could take care of my cock before you go to
sleep?" I asked, as I enviously ran my fingers through the short hair on
Tyler's stomach.

He smiled.  I could tell that my brother was really sleepy; but after I
rolled off of his chest, he gripped my hard pole in his fist and began to
pump it furiously.  And a minute or two later, I had a wet belly.

I guess I must have fallen asleep right afterwards, because the next thing
I remember, Dad was waking me up.

"Tyler and Ryan, wake up" he was saying loudly.  "I forgot to set the
alarm, last night!  Tyler, you need to take the boys to football practice
in half an hour.  Get up!"

Two grumbling boys rolled out of bed.  And both of us rushed into the
shower, got dressed and had a bite of breakfast.  The twins knocked on the
door while we were eating, and a couple of minutes later ... after I'd
thrown my gym clothes into a duffel bag ... the four of us left to pick up
Devon.

Devon had been waiting several minutes for us, when we arrived.  Practice
was supposed to begin at eight-thirty, and it would take a miracle for us
to make it to the school by then.

"Coach is going to be mad," David commented as Tyler turned the SUV into
the school lot.

A bunch of guys were already standing in rows across the football field,
while a couple were running laps.

"Sorry I got you here late, guys," Tyler commented with a smile.  "Call
when you need somebody to pick you up."

"Okay," I replied, as the four of us got out of the car.

We quickly crossed the parking lot to the football field.

"Coach is GONNA be pissed!" Carlos stated, shaking his head.

"Maybe we can slip in the back row," Devon said, as we began to walk around
the track, "and coach won't notice."

We tried ... but it didn't work!

"What do you boys think you're doing?" coach asked in a gruff voice.
"Morning practices start at eight-thirty ... sharp!"

"Ummm ... sorry, coach," David replied.  "Traffic was bad this morning."

"Eight-thirty ... SHARP!" coach reiterated.  "No exceptions!  That'll be a
mile for each of you."

We stood there for a moment.

"Are you boys deaf?" coach asked harshly.  "I said that'd be a mile each.
Start running ... NOW!"

Without a second's hesitation, the four of us took off at a fast lope.  And
as we were doing our circuits, a few other boys who arrived later than us
began to run laps.  Coach was blowing his whistle and shouting out
instructions, as the boys in the infield did calisthenics.

"Well, at least we won't have to do all those other exercises," I stated
after we'd run a couple of laps.

"Maybe not," Carlos said doubtfully, between breaths.

I guess Carlos and David knew the coach well, from playing football last
year.  Anyway, while we might have missed out on some of the exercises,
coach seemed to make up for it by singling us out, and making everybody who
arrived late work faster or harder on the ones we did do.  The ground was
still soggy from the rain last night, but coach didn't seem to care how
muddy we got as we did push-ups and sit-ups.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, coach blew the whistle.  "Okay
boys, listen up," he instructed.  "Line up at the door to the equipment
room, and we'll pass out the practice uniforms.  After you get one, try it
on.  Then take your shower, and you're free to go.  Afternoon practice
begins at two-thirty, sharp!  Everybody needs to be suited up ... AND ON
THE FIELD!"

He seemed to be looking at all of us who were late as he said the last
couple of sentences.  Then he blew his whistle, and forty or fifty boys
plus the coach and his assistants, who looked to be older high school guys,
jogged briskly off the field.  As the players lined up outside of the
equipment room door, the coaches went inside.  Devon, the twins and I were
near the front of the line.

In a couple of minutes, coach opened the top half of the door, looked out
over the players and shook his head.

"Those of you who were late this morning ... end of the line," he said.

While nobody groaned, I don't think any of us were happy.  If I didn't
learn anything else from this morning, I knew NEVER to be late for practice
again!  It took quite a while for the four of us to make it to the
equipment room, but finally we had our practice uniforms.  They were old
... and you could tell that they'd seen many seasons of use.

The twins helped Devon and me into our uniforms, showing us how to put on
the pads.  And I learned that I'd need to wear a jock strap from now on
... to protect MY equipment; I guess we'd have to stop someplace after
practice and get them for Devon and me.  After we were sure that everything
fit okay, the four of us headed into the showers.  It was already noon, or
maybe after, and most of the guys had already finished up as we dried off
and got dressed.  The only clean clothes I had with me were the gym shorts
and t-shirt from my old school, so I put them on.

We had seen several fast food places just a couple of blocks from the
school.  And we decided to have lunch at McDonald's, goof around for a
while, and be back at the school in plenty of time to suit-up.  If
anything, the afternoon practice was harder than the morning one just
because it was hotter out, and we were wearing pads and a helmet.  Anyway,
by four-thirty, when Tyler picked us up outside of the gym, all four of us
were sore and dead on our feet.

"You guys look beat," Tyler observed as we struggled to get into the car.
"The coach must have really worked you over!"

"That's putting it mildly," Devon commented before closing his door.

Tyler laughed while the rest of us groaned.  Then, after asking the twins
where they had bought theirs, we stopped at a store where Devon and I
bought athletic supporters.  We didn't talk much on the drive home; but
well before we reached the ranch road turn-off, I finally spoke up.

"Guys, how about soaking in the hot tub for a while when we get back to the
ranch?" I asked.

"I need to let Mom know ... but yeah, that sounds great!" Devon stated; and
the twins also said it sounded good to them.  "I can't remember when I've
EVER been so sore."

"Wait until tomorrow morning," Tyler advised, from experience I suppose.

Tyler was looking in the rearview mirror and smiling, as Devon called home
on his cell phone.

"She said it was okay," Devon commented as he put his phone into his
pocket.  "Just so long as I'm home before six-thirty.  I guess we've having
company tonight."

"That should be more than enough time," I replied with a smile.

Nobody asked 'time for what?' and after we turned onto the ranch road,
Tyler drove us to the swimming pool building where he parked the car.

"Have fun," he said with a wink.

And as the four of us headed for the locker room, Tyler walked in the
direction of the stables.

"Are you guys just gonna wear your gym shorts?" Devon asked as he sat down
and took off his Nikes.

"Not me!" David exclaimed with a sideways glance at his brother.  "I'm not
wearing anything at all."

"You mean you'd just walk outside to the hot tub naked ... in broad
daylight?" Devon questioned as he sat up.

"Yeah, why not?" Carlos replied.  "I didn't see anybody out there; did
you?"

"Not me," I responded with a grin.  "Anyway, it's only a few feet."

The twins and I quickly stripped; and all three of our cocks eagerly stood
up tall.  And slowly and tentatively, Devon began to remove his shorts.

"Come on, Devon," Carlos urged.  "You have to be home in an hour!"

"You could just wait until right before you get in the hot tub, to take off
your shorts," I offered.

Devon thought for a moment; and then he smiled, as he shook his head no.
"If the rest of you guys can walk out there naked, then so can I!"  And
finally, he stepped out of his shorts.  "Come on ... if we're gonna do it,
then let's do it!"

"Devon ... we're gonna have to get that pale ass of yours tanned yet this
summer," I stated with a grin as we walked through the door onto the wooden
deck.  While he had an awesome golden tan on his upper body and lower legs,
the rest of his body looked like it had never been exposed to the sun.
"And we've only got a few more weeks to do it!"

The four of us laughed as we tried to race our tired bodies across the deck
to the hot tub, where I set the timer for fifteen minutes.  Immediately the
water began to churn and froth and we eased ourselves into the built-in
enclosure.

"Damn ... it's HOT," one of the twins stated, as he began to slowly lower
himself into the water.  And I glanced towards his cock, noticing that it
was David.

"Yeah ... but it really feels good, too," Devon stated with a smile.

Soon, the four of us had found places to sit where the jets of water were
massaging our sore muscles.  The hot, foaming water seemed to be exactly
what our aching bodies needed; and all of us just relaxed in the spa until
the motor shut down.

"Turn it on, again," Carlos requested.

"Okay," I replied, reaching for the timer.  "And then there's something I
wanna show you guys."

My penis, which had gone soft, immediately became erect.  And although I
hadn't done anything yet, as I thought about what Tyler had told me last
night, I could almost feel the squirting water in the nerves of my cock
head.  The pump began to hum again, as the water foamed up.

"Guys, check this out," I advised.

The other guys huddled around while I held my throbbing boyhood up next to
one of the water outlets.  The imagined sensations had been great ... but
the ACTUAL feelings were WAY INTENSE ... so strong, in fact, that I almost
couldn't stand them!

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, as my cock began to spurt glob after glob into the
churning water.  And immediately I slumped back into the spa, falling
against one of the twins, who laughed as he caught me.

"Wow ... it looked like you really enjoyed that!" Devon said, as I began to
come back to my senses.  "But Ryan, what just happened there, anyway?"

I still couldn't talk, but both of the twins laughed.  "Devon, I guess you
still haven't begun to cum, yet," Carlos stated, shaking his head.

"Maybe not," Devon advised, slowly.  "At least, I don't think I've ever
done anything like THAT!"

The twins laughed again; and I shivered with the last of my orgasm ... even
in the hot water.

Then I remembered that Devon hadn't seemed to know anything about sex when
we'd talked the other day.  "You're gonna enjoy this! ' I stated
emphatically.  "Devon ... get up close to one of those outlets, like I just
did; and hold your cock in the jet of water."

With a smile on his tanned face, my new friend moved into position.  And
while the rest of us watched, right away his grin was replaced with a look
of wonder as his body stiffened.  But then he pulled back.

"I guess that was okay," Devon said as he sat back on his haunches.  "My
dick's sure never felt like that before."

"You didn't do it long enough," David advised with a laugh, although he
still hadn't experienced what the pounding water could do to a guy's cock.
"I think you need to hold it there longer to really get the feeling.  Here,
let me show you."  He took up position, and a few moments later he cried
out, "Yeah ... OH FUCK YEAH, I'm cummin'!"

While Devon watched, Carlos imitated his brother's actions, and he had a
powerful orgasm, too.

"Wow ... my willie's getting stiff just watching you guys!" Devon stated
with a look of wonder in his eyes.

Maybe he hadn't been hard, when he'd tried it before!

"Cool, Devon!" I exclaimed.  "Now you get in position again, and I'll kneel
right behind you ... to hold you in place this time."

Devon knelt in front of one of the streams of water, and I wrapped my knees
around his ass.  My throbbing cock was nestled against Devon's slender
back, as I leaned against his golden-brown shoulders.  And he reached under
the foaming water, taking his hard dick in his hand.  As Devon thrust his
pelvis forward, I kept my cock tight against his body.  While I couldn't
see exactly what happened next, David and Carlos were on either side of
Devon, and they had a great view.

"THIS IS AWESOME!" Devon exclaimed.

Burying my nose in his sun-bleached blond hair, I wrapped my arms around my
new friend's mid-section.  And as one of my hands found his outie, I began
to play with it.  It seemed like Devon tried to pull back, but I increased
the pressure from my hips, as I held him in place.

"Oh fuck!" Devon cried out, while both twins cheered him on.

And then, all of his weight slumped back against me.  I wrapped him in my
arms as he turned around, hugging him tightly.

"So you liked it, huh?" I laughed.

"Ye-ah," Devon replied in an exhausted, breathy voice.  "So that feeling
was cumming?"

"Well, sorta," Carlos began.  "Actually, Devon ... the FEELING is called an
orgasm ... and cumming is when you shoot sperm out of the end of your dick.
Could you tell if you shot anything?"

"So THAT was the shooting you were talking about the other day, Ryan,"
Devon said with a big smile.  And he suddenly had a look of understanding
on his cute face.  "I don't know if anything came out, or not; but it sure
felt good!"

"I just came for the first time a couple of weeks ago," I stated.  "And
your cock looks about the same size as mine.  So you ought to be shooting
any time now."

"Cool!" Devon replied.

"Yeah," David added.  "And you don't have to be in the hot tub to have an
orgasm.  You can just pump your dick like this ..." Then he demonstrated
his jack-off technique.  "You can make yourself cum any time you want to!"

"Awesome!" Devon said with another big smile.  "Thanks, guys!"

Devon had absolutely the best smile I've ever seen ... and I've seen some
good ones!  It just lit up his whole face; and with his newfound knowledge,
the smile remained on his lips for a long time.  It seemed to confirm that
this would be just the first, of what would become a lifetime of pleasure
for him.

Laughing, we goofed around in the spa until the timer turned off the
squirting water.  And as we climbed out of the hot tub, I felt like all
four of us had bonded in a very special way.  I couldn't wait for Kaiden to
meet these guys.  There was so much fun stuff that I wanted both of us to
show Devon and the twins.  We were going to have SO MUCH FUN together ...

***

Well, readers, I'm going to end chapter twelve right here.  I sure hope you
enjoyed it!  And if you did, I'd really like to hear from you at
fotogme11@yahoo.com.

A while back, as I was writing chapter ten, I did a lot of soul-searching
concerning the story.  It seemed like it had bogged down.  As I'm sure
you've noticed, sometimes I can write a whole chapter about only a couple
of hours of time.  Sometimes that works, but more often than not, in my
opinion, it doesn't.  And if I'm not careful, I can give you guys too many
details that don't really add anything to the story, and just make it
boring.  My goal has always been ... from when I first began to write a
year and a half ago ... to give both guys who were looking for jack-off
material, and those who just wanted reading material with a little extra,
something they could enjoy.

Anyway, the story was floundering ... but I think I began to right it with
chapter eleven.  And I'm feeling good about it, again!  I pumped out this
chapter, with Steve's help of course, in record time.  I've finally got a
clear direction that I want the story to take.

Thanks for reading.  All of you guys are the best!  Have fun this week, and
I plan to post one more chapter before the holidays.

Greg