Date: Fri, 21 Dec 2007 02:20:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: I've Got the Best Family ch 13

I've Got the Best Family

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

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This fictional story involves gay sex between family members and their
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I'm sure all of you are busy with the holiday season; but thanks for taking
a few minutes to read my story.  I hope all of you guys like the direction
the story is taking, because I'm really happy with it.

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Chapter Thirteen:

(Tyler picks it up from here)

After dropping Ryan and his friends off at the hot tub, I made a quick trip
to the stables to check on Old Blue, for Kaiden.  And then I headed up to
my room.  Opening my laptop, I called up AIM and it looked like Chris was
on-line ... so we began to chat.  We'd been talking for a while when I
heard some noise behind me; and I glanced back just as Ryan and Devon
flopped down in a couple of armchairs.

"Umm, Tyler ... can you take Devon home, now?" Ryan asked, as Chris' reply
popped onto my screen.

Looking towards them with a smile, I replied, "Sure ... just a sec, let me
say goodbye to Chris."

We both said goodbye, and sent each other kisses ... a couple of times
... before I shut down the computer.

"Okay, let's go," I said, closing the lid.

As we were running down the stairs, Ryan shouted, "Dad ... we're taking
Devon home, now."

"See you in a little bit," Josh answered from the direction of his office.

I grabbed the keys, and soon, we were driving towards the main highway.

"So ... how did you guys like the hot tub?" I asked, looking in the
rearview mirror at the two good-looking boys in the back seat.  Actually
... I had a pretty good idea, already!

"It was fine," Devon responded ... and then he glanced over at Ryan with a
question on his face.

Laughing, Ryan began, "I think Devon's not sure how much he ought to say
around you, Tyler."  And then he added to Devon, "You can say anything you
want to around Tyler!  He's not like Jared."

Devon's face lit up with a big smile.  "That's awesome!" he stated.  "And
... so was being naked in the hot tub.  Especially when I had my first
orgasm!"

"Way to go, Devon!" I exclaimed with another glance in the mirror.

"Yeah," Devon replied; and then he turned to Ryan.  "I sure wish I could
talk to Jared like this.  But he'd probably just make fun of me for not
having any pubes yet; then he'd say that I was just a little kid who
couldn't possibly know what a REAL orgasm was like."  He paused for a
moment.  "Hey, I'm not little, anymore!"

We talked about brothers for the rest of the drive; and about how much fun
a couple of brothers, who just wanted to make each other feel good, could
have together.  As we were about to let Devon out of the car, I told him
that we were trying to think of a way to help Jared see that.

"I know the two of you don't get along," I commented.  "But, until we come
up with something, try to be nice to Jared ... even if he's mean to you.
Okay?"

"I'll try," Devon promised as he got out of the car.  "See you guys in the
morning ... BUT EARLIER this time!"

The three of us were laughing, as we drove away.  The rest of the evening
went by quickly; and I DID get the guys to football practice on time
Thursday morning.  After I dropped them off, I drove around the fringes of
the CU campus, stopping at likely looking spots to ask if I could put up
the "Help Wanted" notices.  Just about everybody said yes, and by
ten-thirty I was back at the ranch.

As I got out of the SUV, I noticed that Ben and Josh were standing just
outside of the future studio, talking; and as I walked in that direction,
Josh keyed a padlock, swinging the barn doors open wide.

"This place IS a mess!" Ben was saying as I walked up next to them.
"Morning, son," he added when he noticed me.

"Morning, Dad," I replied with a smile.

"Yes," Josh commented while shaking his head, "years worth of
who-knows-what has been piled in here.  I'd better order one or two of
those demolition dumpsters, and have them delivered this afternoon.  I've
got a few boxes of personal items out here that I want to keep; and I'm
sure some of this accumulation can be donated to Goodwill.  But most of it
needs to go to the landfill!"

"Where do we begin, with a mess like this?" I asked, as my eyes roamed over
the piles of junk.

Josh draped his arm around my shoulder.  "After I hire the college guys,
we'll just pick a spot," he stated.  "Everything has to be cleared out."

As we surveyed the darkened interior of the barn, the men discussed how to
accomplish the task at hand.  Josh really demonstrated his leadership
qualities, as he set out a series of steps to tackle the problem.  Although
I was skeptical, Josh insisted that tomorrow, with enough men and the right
equipment, the barn could be completely cleaned out ... in one day.  Josh
called a waste management company, and ordered two huge dumpsters to be
delivered first thing this afternoon.

As we were eating lunch Josh's cell phone began to ring, as college guys
called to ask about the job.  And during the meal, I overheard Roy, the
ranch foreman, tell Josh that the ranch was running low on veterinary
supplies ... and that they would probably run out of a couple of things by
the weekend.

"Call in the order," Josh instructed, "and have somebody pick it up this
afternoon."

"Will do, boss," Roy said.  "But that's why I mentioned it; if I give you
three men to clean out that barn, I won't have anybody to send, today."

Josh nodded.  "I'll take care of getting it here, then."

As he was speaking, Josh's cell phone rang again, and he answered it.
"COLE!  It's good to talk to you again!  How have you been?  Is the summer
term over, yet?"

There was a pause; and Josh smiled as he listened to the reply.

"So you saw the flyer ... and want to get your hands dirty," Josh stated.
And after another pause he continued, "It'll be hard work ... but the pay's
good!"

Josh laughed at Cole's reply.  "Maybe," Josh responded, as he looked at me
and nodded.  "Great!  I'll be looking for you and your friends in an hour,
then."  And he pressed the 'end call' button and clipped the phone onto his
belt.  Then he turned to Dad.  "Ben ... good news; it sounds like we're in
business for this afternoon!"

"That IS good news!" Dad replied with a smile.

"Yes," Josh nodded.  Then his mind seemed to be changing directions, as he
thought for a few moments.  "Ben, this might seem crazy, but I just had an
idea."

"And ..." Dad said.

"Well ... maybe we can kill THREE birds with one stone," Josh noted with a
smile.  "What would you say ... if I asked you and Tyler to pick up the
veterinary supplies this afternoon?  The supply house is east of Denver,
along I-70.  Then maybe the two of you could spend the night near the
airport ... and pick up the guys in the morning?"

"I'd say that kills TWO birds!" Ben replied with a laugh.  "What's the
third one?"

"I told Tim a while back, that I would do everything in my power to see
that your new photography business gets off to a good start," Josh stated.
"And that includes using my influence whenever I can."

Dad nodded; and both of us listened attentively, while Josh explained that
he'd been a good friend of the owner of the ranch supply house for years
... not to mention a big customer.  They published several catalogs each
year; and somebody had to take the photography for it.  Josh was going to
strongly suggest that the owner give us a chance to do some of it!

"I don't know what to say," Ben responded, speechless.

"I do," I commented, grinning from ear to ear.  "YES!"

"That's what I wanted to hear, Tyler," Josh laughed.  "Maybe nothing will
come of the photography; but it never hurts to make a few contacts!"

"That's for sure!" Dad stated.  "You can never know too many people."

As the staff began to clear off the table, we put our dirty dishes in the
dishwasher.  And after Josh found a map of Colorado, he pointed out where
the supply house was located.  It was in a brand new industrial park, not
far from the Denver airport.

The phone rang a couple of times, while we were inside, and Josh indicated
that three more guys from the college would be out first thing in the
morning.  Then, Josh called Devon's mom, arranging for her to pick up the
boys after football practice, and take them in the morning.

While Dad was making reservations at a hotel in the area, we heard a couple
of big rigs outside.  Josh and I went out and directed them where to set
the dumpsters; and as they were about ready to leave, an older, small
Subaru wagon with a lone guy behind the wheel pulled up.  While we watched,
the driver opened the car door and walked towards us.

"Josh, Tyler ... good to see you again!" he said.

"Cole?" Josh replied.

"Yep ... how do you like the new me?" Cole answered with a laugh.

"What happened?" I asked, shocked, as we hugged.  "You cut your
dreadlocks!"

I guess I would have recognized him, after he'd started talking to us.  But
he almost looked like a different person; his dark red, wavy hair had been
cut to a layered, medium length.  Wow ... the rest of the guys were in for
a surprise!

"Yeah ... it's a long story," Cole laughed.

"I like the new look," Josh stated emphatically.  And as he was speaking,
Dad walked up to us.  "Cole ... this is Ben Wilson, Tyler's father."

"Hey ... glad to meet you," Cole said in his friendly, easy-going manner,
"Cole Simmons"; and the two men shook hands.

"Happy to meet you, too," Ben stated.  "I think I saw your photo in the
slide show the other night."

Cole looked questioningly from Josh to me, before smiling.  "I hope whoever
took the picture, caught my good side."

"I'd say that they did," Ben laughed.

As we were talking, another car with a couple of guys in the front seat
pulled up.  And after they got out, Cole introduced them as friends of his.
Aaron, who always seemed to have a smile on his face, and a more serious
guy, named Jason.

"I hope you men are prepared to work," Josh stated.  "Because there's a big
job ahead of us, that has to be done by tomorrow night."

"Let's take a look at it," Jason said; and the six of us walked into the
barn.  "Wow ... the three of us need to do all of this ... by tomorrow
night?"

Laughing, Josh replied, "No.  Five more guys from CU are supposed to be
here in the morning.  I think eight, plus a few of my men, should be able
to knock it out."

"I guess we'd better get started, then," Cole said, as he eyed the work to
be done.  He looked like he wasn't too sure, that even with the extra help,
they'd be able to clean out the barn by tomorrow night.

Josh said that he would be working alongside them, as much as he could; so
he could make a decision on the spot, about whether to keep something or
throw it away.  Three ranch hands showed up with wheelbarrows, and Dad and
I rolled up our sleeves and pitched in, before we had to leave to get the
veterinary items.

An hour or so later, after packing an overnight bag, Dad and I left in the
big, black Suburban, so we'd have enough room for Tim, Chris and Kaiden
with their luggage, as well as several cartons of supplies. The drive took
a good hour and a half, but it was the fastest ninety minutes I could
remember.  Dad and I REALLY talked to each other ... like I don't think we
ever had.

"Tyler, your mom and I are SO proud of the man you've become," Dad
commented at one point.

As a sixteen year-old guy, one way to always get my attention was to call
me a man and not a boy ... even though I wasn't sure why he was saying it!

"I don't know if it's because we did something right, or in spite of us,"
he continued, with a little laugh.

Both of us were silent for a while.  I was wondering where Dad was going
with this; maybe, he was trying to decide what to say next.

"When your mom and I were young, we hoped to have a big family.  But after
all the problems she had delivering you, the doctors told us not to try to
have any more children," Dad finally said.  "Then we hoped for
grandchildren." He chuckled under his breath.  "I guess that won't be
happening, now.  But Tyler ... you've given us the opportunity to be part
of the big family we always wanted!  And we sure hope that you and Chris
will let us be a part of your lives."

"Of course, we will!" I declared.  "And I'm sure the other guys will, too."

Suddenly, I realized that I'd hardly spent any time with them alone, since
they'd moved to the ranch.  My bed in my parents' house hadn't been slept
in.  I unfastened my seatbelt and wrapped my arms around Dad, in a quick
hug.

"Careful there, son!" Dad exclaimed with a laugh.  "I am driving."

We both had a good laugh, after I buckled up; and the rest of our
conversation was a mixture of lighthearted banter, remembering past times
and looking forward to everything that lay ahead for all of us.  Dad found
the turnoff for the industrial park, but we had a little trouble locating
the supply house.  However, after a quick phone call for the last few
directions, we found it without any more problems.

Dad and I went inside, where we met the owner, while waiting for our order.
We discovered that they mailed out catalogs for several product lines
throughout the year.  Most of the photography was supplied by the
manufacturers, but they would definitely keep us in mind when something
came up.  And Dad promised to send samples of his and Tim's work, as soon
as everything had settled down.  The men talked for a while, and I added
comments from time to time.  After shaking hands, we picked up the
supplies: three good-sized cartons.

With the third seat folded down, the cargo area of the Suburban was
cavernous.  It easily swallowed the boxes, with lots of room to spare for
luggage.  And we drove around the area for a while looking for a place to
have dinner.  We finally had to settle for Arby's; but I was finding that
just spending time with my dad was awesome.  While our lives sure hadn't
been difficult back in Kansas, and things might still get tough on the
ranch, everything ... and I mean EVERYTHING ... had changed for the better.

After finishing our meal, we found the hotel and checked into our room.
And I guess the first thing I noticed was the two double beds.  Two guys,
sleeping in two double beds in the same room, was something that hadn't
been a part of my life for a while!  But Dad and I had never done anything
even remotely sexual with each other in the past, that I could remember.

"How about watching something on Pay Per View?" Dad asked, after we'd
settled in.

"Sure," I replied.

I pushed a couple of buttons on the remote until I found the movie menu.
But nothing looked really interesting to me ... at least nothing that I
hadn't seen before.  Finally we settled for a Colorado Rockies baseball
game, that had already started.  They were, and still are, Dad's favorite
team.

We kicked off our shoes; and both Dad and I pulled off our shirts, before
we sat on our separate beds, leaning against the headboards to watch the
game.

"Wow ... your body is really filling out, son," Dad exclaimed with a smile,
during one of the many commercial breaks.  "All that time you've spent
lifting weights really shows!"

"Thanks, Dad," I laughed, as I flexed my biceps for him.

Dad wasn't overly muscular ... but his six-foot frame was trim and well
proportioned.  His chest and abdomen were covered in a mat of hair that was
just beginning to turn gray.  Of course, I'd seen it many times over the
years; and now, I wondered if I would inherit a hairy body from him.

I loved the hair that had sprouted on my stomach in the last year; I
thought it looked really hot.  But I wasn't sure I wanted it to come up any
higher.  After we'd gotten to know each other, Chris told me about the
first time he saw me without a shirt on ... at the motel hot tub back in
Kansas.  He said that my well populated happy trail, and the other hair on
my belly was SO hot ... a real turn-on for him.  There was just the right
amount, to lead his eyes to the waistband of my low-slung shorts; and
wonder what was hidden under the fabric.

Anyway, Dad and I spent three hours, or so, watching the game.  By one of
the middle innings, I began to really think about Chris ... and that we'd
be together again, in just a few more hours.  My cock began to grow and
stiffen at an awkward angle, and I had a hard time moving it to a more
comfortable position.

"Looks like you've got a problem, there," Dad laughed, as he glanced at my
crotch.

"Yeah!" I smiled back, finally making my dick comfortable.  "I was just
thinking about Chris."

"I can imagine," Dad replied, shaking his head.  "Your mom STILL does that
to me every once in a while."

We both laughed.  While I knew that my parents loved each other ... and of
course, Dad had to get hard-ons from time to time ... I guess that I'd
never really looked at either one of them in a sexual way.  But during the
rest of the game, we talked about love in it's many forms: my love for
Chris, Dad and Mom's love for each other, my parents' love for me, my love
for them, and all of our love for our new family.

Baseball isn't my favorite sport; but that night, it was the backdrop for
some more meaningful conversation between my dad and me.  We'd talked more
in this day, about stuff that really mattered, than I could remember in
years!  Anyway, the Rockies lost ... nothing new there ... and as the local
news came on the screen, I headed to the bathroom to pee and brush my teeth
for bed.

When I came back into the bedroom, Dad had slipped off his jeans.  And as I
glanced at his hairy body, my dick began to get hard again.  I wasn't
thinking about Chris at the moment ... it must have been DAD'S body that
did it to me!

I shook my head, trying to clear the thought from my mind, as Dad entered
the bathroom.  But even the sound of his stream splashing in the bowl
turned me on.  And I thought back to a time when I was a little boy
... when I saw my dad naked for the first time.  He was pissing then,
probably just like he was doing now.  I had marveled at how big his
dangling cock had seemed.  Of course, since I was a little kid, even a fat
three or four incher would have seemed large to me.  And I hadn't seen Dad
naked in years.

I slipped out of my shorts and slid between the sheets.  Fuck, but I needed
to jack-off!  The blood was pounding in my dick, and my balls had pulled up
tight.

Dad left the bathroom light on, for a nightlight, and then he turned off
the rest of the lights in the room.  After he got into his bed, we talked
for a while in the semidarkness.  It was mostly lighthearted joking, and at
least my cock had gone down as the two of us drifted off to sleep.

But I woke up, sometime in the early morning, with a rod as stiff as iron.
I rolled over onto my stomach, humping the mattress for a little while.
Man, the sensations in the head of my cock were driving me crazy.  My
throbbing manhood was begging me to stroke it; and I usually always gave in
to those urges!

I glanced over at Dad.  His face was turned away from me; and his breathing
was shallow and very steady ... the kind that's hard for a guy who's
pretending to be asleep to duplicate.  And I quietly rolled over onto my
back, throwing the sheet back in the process.  After stacking a few pillows
against the headboard, I took up a half sitting, half reclining position.
Even in the dim light from the bathroom, I thought I could see my cock jump
with each beat of my heart.

With another look towards my father, I took my meat in my hand and began to
slowly pleasure myself.  As I spread my legs wide, my right hand slid the
sheath of skin over my cock head again and again; and without thinking
about it, I moaned loudly.

Dad mumbled something in his sleep and rolled over, so that he was facing
me.  His breathing was disturbed for a while, and I held my fist in place,
wrapped comfortably around my dick.  I watched my dad, ready to pull the
sheet over my body if he seemed to rouse.  But in a few moments, Dad
settled down, and soon seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Smiling to myself, I began to stroke my penis again.  Pumping harder now, I
drew my heels up close to my ass, as I lifted my knees, spreading them
apart.  And after licking the fingers of my left hand, I reached under my
leg and began to play with my pucker.

With a slap-slapping sound, I fisted my cock ... much faster and harder
than before.  My ears may have heard the sound I was making as I jacked
off, but I guess my mind didn't pay any attention to it.  I was lost in a
world of awesome sensations, pleasuring myself with abandon.  I was almost
to the point of no return.

"Oh, yeah!" I moaned softly, stretching out my legs.

"I'd say," Dad commented with a little laugh, at the same time as I felt
cum enter the base of my shaft.

I clamped down with my pubic muscles, but it was too late.  And seconds
later, ropes of warm jism shot over my abdomen.

"Wow, son," Dad said quietly, almost seeming flustered.  He paused for a
moment. "It looked like you REALLY enjoyed that ... and you made me SO
hard, too."

I guess a part of my mind told me that I ought to be embarrassed; but
honestly, I wasn't.  Maybe a month ago, I would have been; but a month ago,
I was living a boring life.  In so many ways, I'd become a different ... A
BETTER ... more open person since I met Chris, and the rest of my new
family.

"Well, Dad," I asked slowly, "would you like to join me?"

I'm sure it would sound sexy, if I could say that Dad jumped into bed with
me; and we passionately made out for the next couple of hours.  But it
didn't happen that way.  And Ryan told me to tell you guys the truth, when
I wrote this down.  Actually, I think what DID happen was a lot better!

I suppose you'd have to know my dad, but the LAST thing I ever expected was
for the two of us to be jacking off in a hotel room, together.  But that's
exactly what happened.  Dad threw back his sheet, and the two of us slowly
stroked ourselves to climaxes ... once for Dad, and a second time for me.
Then we took a long, hot shower together.  No kissing ... and not much
caressing ... just pure father and son love.

And sometimes, I guess, that's the best kind!

***

That's it for this chapter.  I hope all of you enjoyed it!  Please accept
it as my Christmas present to each of you.  And thanks for all of your
support during this year.

This will be my last post in 2007.  With the holidays, chapter fourteen
won't be posted until the first Friday of January.

Anyway, I hope 2008 starts out on the right foot for all of you ... and
that it is filled with happiness!

Until then ... Greg