Date: Fri, 11 Apr 2008 03:34:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: I've Got the Best Family ch 28

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.

***

Special thanks to Gray for an idea, which I explore in this chapter.  And
thanks to all of you who emailed me after chapter 27.  It's always good to
hear from you.

***

To the one of you who cares ... besides me ... I changed the size of the J
bar A in this chapter.  Back in "I'll Suck You" ... when I first introduced
the ranch ... I thought 3000 acres sounded like a lot of land.  (Okay, so
I'm a city boy.)  But Steve informed me that 30,000 acres would be
considered a medium-sized ranch.  So it was easy enough to add another zero
in this chapter.  Maybe I should have just said there was a typo in "I'll
Suck You" lol!  Anyway, the ranch is still the same size in my head ... I
just learned that an acre isn't as big as I thought it was.

***

Chapter Twenty-Eight

(Chris continues with the story.)

Monday dawned a beautiful day!  Well ... I didn't actually see the sunrise
... but when I woke up, bright sunlight was streaming into our bedroom.
Tyler still seemed to be sleeping soundly, and I untangled myself from his
arms and legs, planted a quick kiss on my lover's forehead and felt sweet
relief after making a quick trip into the bathroom.

Naked, I stood in front of the window, opening it completely before gazing
out over the activity that had already begun on the ranch.  A gentle breeze
of fresh, cool air puffed against my skin, contrasting with the warmth from
the sun.  The combined sensations made me shiver, in a good way.

All the ranch hands seemed to be assembling in front of the stables, and as
I watched them, Roy, the foreman, gestured to the guys as he spoke.  He
drawled on for a minute or so.  I could hear that he was talking, but I
couldn't make out any of his words; and after he finished, the guys drifted
away in twos and threes.  I suppose the day's assignments had just been
given.

As I continued to stare out over the ranch buildings and nearby fields, I
noticed how clear the air was this morning.  After yesterday's rain, Mother
Nature was starting the week with a clean slate.

Tyler's arms dropped over my shoulders, at the same time as he said,
"Morning lover!"

Surprised, I jumped a little, but then melted back against him.  As I took
his hands in mine, Tyler rested his chin on my left shoulder.

"Mmmmm, Tyler," I replied, lifting my face until I was looking at the
ceiling.  "I thought you'd sleep for a while, this morning."

Tyler tilted his head and began to nuzzle my neck in the way I liked.

"I guess I missed you," he laughed, before lowering his voice to just above
a whisper.  "Just a sec, babe."

I smiled to myself, as Tyler rushed into the bathroom; and I followed him
to the open door.  I knew exactly how he must have been feeling.  And by
the deep sound of his stream ... which seemed to never end ... his bladder
must have really needed relief!

"Damn, you look sexy standing there!" I exclaimed, as my cock began to
swell and harden.

Tyler shook off, and turned around as he flushed the toilet. "I don't know
about that," he smiled.  "You look like the hot one to me."

We hugged in the doorway, for a moment, before walking back over to the
window.

"It looks like it's gonna be a great day!" Tyler exclaimed, as we embraced
again.  "Fuck, it's great to be alive!"

Both of us were full hard, by the time we headed into the shower.  And we
spent more time on each other's dicks, than the rest of our bodies
combined.  While keeping ourselves clean was important to Tyler and me, we
definitely had our priorities straight on that August morning!

At breakfast, Ryan and Kaiden were nowhere to be seen; and Josh said they'd
taken off somewhere with David and Carlos, at first light.  It was SO cool
that Josh let us explore the ranch and just DO stuff, like boys.  Looking
back on it, I realized that Mom had over-protected Kaiden and me something
fierce, when she was alive.  I guess we were cute little kids, and Mom
always seemed to be afraid to let us out of her sight.  Of course, Kaiden
and I were older now, but here on the J bar A, things were different.  I
had an idea that if we'd been born here, Josh would have taught us about
the land as soon as we were old enough to learn; and then he would have let
us explore the thirty thousand acres of the ranch, discovering it for
ourselves.  I think it would have been awesome to spend my childhood here.

As we were finishing the meal, Josh spoke up, "Guys, after the ground dries
out this afternoon, I need the two of you to ride with Robert and Luke to
check the fence."

"Sure," Tyler replied.  "All four of us together?"

"That might be fun for you," Josh chuckled, "but I think you ought to go
out in two pairs.  I don't want you to be gone all week!  Robert and Luke
have done this for me before, so they'll know the ropes."

"Wow ... so it IS gonna take more than one day?" I asked while putting my
dirty bowl and spoon in the dishwasher.

"I guess that depends on how many repairs you need to make," Josh answered.
"And there may be more than normal this time.  We weren't able to ride the
fence last spring, so it's overdue to be checked.  You guys ought to plan
to spend a night out on the range."

"Cool," Tyler smiled.  "We've got all that gear from our backpacking trip."

"Or maybe we could sleep out, under the stars, like we did that night with
Cole," I suggested.

"That's up to you guys," Dad advised, pausing for a moment.  "But it was
fun with Cole up in the mountains; wasn't it?"

"It sure was!" I exclaimed.

That whole trip was the most fun I'd ever had, but the day with Cole had
been extra special.

"But don't Luke and Robert have football practice?" I wondered aloud.

Dad laughed.  "Yes, today, Wednesday and Friday ... but they're supposed to
be home by noon today and their next practice is on late Wednesday
afternoon.  You guys had better be back well before then!"

I put the cereal boxes away, while Tyler took care of the milk and sugar.

"Do you boys have work boots?" Josh asked ... and we shook our heads no.
"Then you'll need to go into the ranch supply store this morning, and pick
up a pair for each of you.  Don't get the stiff kind that needs to be
broken-in, unless you want blisters on your feet by the time you get back."
He grimaced like that might have happened to him, somewhere in the distant
past.  "Those 501s and shirts you bought the other week ought to work,
unless you want to keep them for good."

We finished cleaning up the breakfast mess, and Josh turned on the
dishwasher.

"Luke and Robert should know where to locate all the tools and supplies
you'll need to take," Josh said.  "But if you can't find something, just
ask Roy about it."  He thought for a second.  "In fact, why don't you see
Roy and ask if he needs anything from the supply store.  You could pick it
up, while you're in town."

Robert, Luke, Tyler and I decided that sleeping under the stars would be
fun.  And we grabbed saddlebags from the barn, before gathering up
everything we'd need to take with us from one of the supply sheds.

"Can you guys load everything into the saddlebags?" Luke asked, as we
hurried around.  "We're gonna be late for football practice."

"I think we should be able to handle that," Tyler smirked.  "You two have
fun this morning."

"See you at lunch," Robert advised, before Luke and he rushed to his Camry.

Moments later, they tore out; and after Tyler and I packed small coils of
barbed wire, some large staples, wire cutters, a couple of small crowbars
and assorted tools into the worn, leather bags, we searched out Roy, to see
if he needed us to pick up anything in town.  He was in front of the
stables, standing next to a horse trailer and shiny, black, four-wheel
drive pickup that must have just pulled up.  It wasn't there a few minutes
ago, and I'd never seen it on the ranch, before.

"I'll see if I can find the sleeping bags," Tyler stated, heading towards
the house.

A burly man, who looked to be in his forties, climbed down out of the truck
and began to talk to Roy.

"Hey!" I called out, approaching them confidently.

"G'morning, Chris," Roy answered.

His weathered, leathery face broke out in a smile, as new wrinkles appeared
in a familiar pattern.  Roy introduced me to the newcomer, Bill, and told
me that Bill had a stallion in the trailer.  They planned to breed a mare
this morning, and in fact, Bill would be making several trips to the J bar
A over the next couple of months.

"You wanna take a look at him?" Roy asked.

I nodded yes, and Bill backed the massive steed out of the horse trailer.
Was he ever tall and muscular!  The testosterone seemed to ooze from every
pore of his glossy body; and I guess it should ... the sack between his
hind legs was twice the size of my two fists combined!  The horse was high
strung, but Bill knew how to control him, as he led the beast to one of the
empty stalls in the barn, for the time being.

"Wow, that's SOME horse!" I exclaimed, shaking my head in admiration.

"Yep, there aren't many like Midnight, in these parts," Roy agreed. "He won
Grand Champion Stallion at several horse shows.  You should see the
pictures of his colts on the web site."  Roy shook his head in
admiration. "We've got a young filly in heat, right now, and in eleven
months we're gonna have some new horseflesh on the J bar A!"

"Well, I bet Midnight can take care of her!" I laughed.

"Yeah," Roy answered, grinning again.  "If you boys are gonna be around
this morning you might want to take a gander.  It's an eye full."

"Damn, Roy, I wish we could," I replied.  "But Tyler and I have to go into
town right away and pick up some supplies."

"That's right; Josh is having you two ride fence with Luke and Robert
today, isn't he?" Roy asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Laughing again, I said, "Yeah ... and I almost forgot why I walked over
here ... do you need us to pick up anything for you at Ranchers Supply?"

"Prob'ly so," Roy drawled.  "Come 'round to my desk in five or ten minutes.
I'll write up a list for you."

Roy and I parted ways, and after saying something to Bill, he headed
towards his tiny office while I walked to the back door of the house to
look for Tyler.  Just inside the kitchen, I met Tyler with his arms filled
with four sleeping bags from our backpacking trip.  He'd found them in a
closet downstairs, and asked me to bring up the self-inflating pads for us
to use on the ground beneath them.

Roy's office was little more than a cluttered, metal desk, a chair on
wheels and an old four-drawer filing cabinet, located in a niche just
inside the door to one of the outbuildings.  An old space heater was
unplugged near the desk, where he sat scribbling on a sheet of paper.

"That should take care of it," Roy advised, looking up before handing the
long list to Tyler.

"Wow, that's quite a bit," Tyler stated, pouring over it.

"Yep ... we go through a lot out here.  You'll probably want to take the
pickup we keep parked behind that barn, over there," he said, gesturing
with his left hand, while retrieving a set of keys from the desk with his
right.  Then he chuckled, "I mean, the studio."

Tyler nodded that we understood.

"Do we need a credit card, or something?" Tyler asked, glancing at the list
again.

"No, we've got an account there," Roy stated.  "Just tell 'em you're from
the J bar A."

We found the truck, parked behind the studio.  It was the same full-sized
pickup that Josh had used yesterday afternoon to drive Devon and Jared
home; and as Tyler got behind the wheel, and I slid into the passenger
seat, I couldn't help thinking how great Tyler looked behind the wheel.

"Fuck, WE need something like this!" Tyler exclaimed with a big smile on
his angular face, as he settled in behind the steering wheel, gripping it
with both hands.

I nodded my head.  Since I'd known him, Tyler had talked about wanting a
car, lots of times.  But he'd always said that HE wanted it.  It really
made me feel good to hear him say that WE needed it now!

Slipping the key into the ignition, he added, "Maybe not quite this big,
but I like it!"

"When are we gonna start looking, anyway?" I asked, agreeing with my
brother and lover.

Tyler smiled over at me.  He must have noticed that I used we, too.

"Well, I've gotta talk to Dad about it, when we get back," Tyler commented,
shifting the transmission into 'Drive'.  "I've got an idea what I'd like
... a Toyota Tacoma ... one of those with an extended cab."  Tyler laughed,
shaking his head.  "Do you like them, Chris?"

"You bet I do!" I exclaimed.  "Last year, a senior at my high school drove
one.  It was one fuckin' hot truck!"

Then reality seemed to settle in.

"How much does a Tacoma cost, anyway?" I asked, pausing for a moment.  "I
bet they're expensive!"

Tyler shrugged, "I don't know.  I probably won't be able to afford one by
myself, but it'd be nice, if I could.  Whatever we get, though, we need it
before school starts; and that's only two weeks away."

Tyler and I would sure look good together in a pickup.  And I'd be driving
in less than a year, too.  Maybe Dad would let me use some of my savings to
help buy it.  Of course, the money we'd earn fixing the fence line would
help out, too.

"And hey ... if we got a four-wheeler, I bet we could use it to pitch-in
around the ranch and the studio," I suggested, as we drove along the ranch
road.

"Or maybe run errands, like this," Tyler added.  "I bet they could always
use an extra pickup ..."

That sounded logical to me!

Tyler laughed as we turned onto the highway.  My lover was a hot guy any
time, but especially when he laughed, and my cock began to swell as I
watched him.  I was having a hard time adjusting my package, and Tyler
glanced away from the road, towards my crotch, with a knowing smile.

This was the second time we'd been to the ranching supply store.  The first
was when Ryan and Kaiden came with us, to buy 501s and cowboy shirts
... the ones we wore for that slideshow we gave Tyler's folks.  I guess you
might call it a variety store.  One that carried tons of supplies to be
used around ranches or farms, as well as work clothing, shoes and boots.
And since the store was on the outskirts of Boulder, it catered to city
dwellers as well.  It had lots of odds and ends that any homeowner might
find useful.

It took us quite a while, but finally we located everything on the list,
and ordered a half dozen spools of barbed wire, for delivery later.  I
guess we'd have more fence to ride, the next time Josh asked us!  Both
Tyler and I tried on work boots, finding pairs that fit well and looked
okay.  And while they probably had plenty of work gloves on the ranch, we
bought a couple pairs of them, as well.

We had over six hundred dollars worth in the shopping carts, not including
the barbed wire; and I was surprised when the cashier didn't ask any
questions, but just let us charge all of it to the ranch.

Tyler and I had been gone to town for quite a while, and it was almost noon
when we got back to the ranch.  The black pickup and horse trailer were
nowhere to be seen.  Damn ... I'd never seen any animals breeding; it might
have been fun to get a look at Midnight penetrating a mare.

In the locker room back in Missouri, I'd had a couple guys say I was
horse-hung.  They'd said it respectfully, and I knew it meant I had a long
dick.  But I'd like to see firsthand where that term REALLY came from.
Judging by the size of his balls, Midnight ought to have an awesome cock
between his legs.  And maybe I'd get to see it the next time!

Roy wasn't around ... or at least I didn't know where to look for him
... so we left the supplies in the pickup bed, for the time being.  Maria
and the staff were setting up the lunch buffet on the back patio, and Josh
was on his computer, in the office.  He seemed to be in a great mood.

"Chris, I just got through talking to your Dad," Josh informed us, with a
big smile on his face.

"Cool!" I replied, as Tyler and I sunk into a couple of office chairs.  "I
wish I'd been here to talk to him."

"I wish you'd have been here too; but I told him that all four of you boys
were doing fine," Josh stated, typing something on his keyboard, before
looking away from the monitor.  "The guy who's buying the studio is signing
the loan papers one week from today, and your dad will sign over the deed
to him then.  By the middle of next week, Tim ought to be sitting here with
us!"

"Awesome!" Tyler exclaimed as we exchanged high-fives.

Just then, the dinner bell clanged.

"It sure is, Tyler," Josh agreed, standing to his feet.

We talked for a few moments longer, before heading out back, where a few
people were filling their plates and more ranch workers were getting in
line or heading in that direction.  As the three of us took our place in
line, I noted that Robert and Luke weren't back, yet.  But before we'd
finished eating, they joined Tyler and me at the table.

"How was practice this morning?" Tyler asked, as Luke and Robert began to
wolf down their food.

"Pretty good," Luke grinned, but Robert scowled.

"I got sacked four times ... IN FUCKIN' PRACTICE!" Robert complained,
shaking his head.  "We're gonna have to get a lot better, or it'll be a
damn long season."

He looked across the table at Tyler and me.

"We could still use you guys," Robert added, before emptying his glass of
iced tea.

Luke nodded his agreement, before correcting Robert's earlier statement.
"The OFFENSE needs to get better.  I think we're doing fine on defense!"

Luke played outside linebacker, and he had one of the sacks on Robert.  And
even though it had only been practice, Luke seemed to have fun talking
about it.  Robert took the ribbing, good-naturedly, and when we'd finished
eating, we saddled our horses, loading the saddlebags and gear onto their
backs.

Both Tyler and I had already told Robert, Luke AND Jared that we weren't
going out for the football team this fall, but apparently, Robert wasn't
satisfied.

"Are you guys SURE you don't wanna change your mind about playing football
this season?" he asked with a pleading smile.

Tyler glanced at me, before answering for both of us.

"Maybe next year, Robert."

Robert probably wasn't happy with our answer, but he dropped the subject,
as we filled several canteens with cold water from the spigot.  Maria had
packed food for us to take with us; and after mounting our horses, Tyler
and Luke rode off along the fence to the South, while Robert and I went
North.  We planned to meet up sometime tomorrow along the western fence
line.

The J bar A had a split rail fence along the ranch road from the highway
and around the building complex, but the rest of the perimeter was mainly
barbed wire strung on wooden posts.  And we hadn't gone very far, when I
slipped out of my heavy, Chambray work shirt.

"It is awful hot out here," Robert laughed, following my lead.  "I think
I'm gonna work on my tan, too!"

We rode slowly, getting down often to replace staples that had pulled out
of fence posts, allowing the wires to sag.  Every once in a while, Robert
said that just replacing staples wouldn't take care of the problem, and we
had to re-stretch the wire.  He was a good teacher.  I learned how to drive
a staple into the wooden posts with one or two blows, and how to handle the
barbed wire without getting cut.  And most of the time the fence did look a
lot better after we'd finished with it.  But we saw several posts that had
rotted away at the base.  Robert took readings on a GPS he had with him,
made notes of the locations, and said we'd need to come back later in an
ATV with some steel posts and a post driver to replace them.

It was a beautiful day, and I was still in awe at the beauty of the
surroundings.  But Robert commented several times that riding fence was one
of the most boring jobs he'd done on the ranch.  And by the time we stopped
for supper, by a little creek in the shadows of the Front Range, I had to
agree.  I could think of lots more exciting things to do!

We unsaddled our horses and led them to the stream for a long drink of
water, before tying them to a small tree with lots of grass surrounding it.

"How far do you think we went today?" I asked, moments later, rubbing my
sore ass while pulling out the food we'd brought.

"Over halfway ... I think, seven or eight miles," Robert answered, before
grinning.  "Saddle sore?"

"Yeah, I guess," I replied with a pained look on my face.  "But it's not
too bad."

"I'm glad to hear that!" Robert advised, laughing. "'Cause it'll be harder
work tomorrow ... in these hills and trees."

As we'd ridden and worked together all day, we talked about lots of stuff.
Robert had lusted after Amy, one of the football cheerleaders, for quite a
while.  And now that he was going to be the starting quarterback, she was
finally starting to show some interest in him.

I'll be the first to admit that I don't understand girls all that well
... and why some of them seem to be more concerned with what a guy does
rather than who he is.  Robert was a cool dude.  He seemed to be really
smart, and I knew he had a fun personality.  From the thick, wavy,
collar-length, dark brown hair on his head, the deep brown skin on his
good-looking Hispanic face, to his tanned, athletic body, Robert was one
hunk of hot teen flesh.  And ANY girl ought to consider herself lucky to
have a guy like him; but Robert still hadn't been able to score with her!

And if a girl finally DID come around, sometimes they became SO possessive
...

Even though Tyler and I were lovers in every sense of the word, we'd both
decided a while back that we weren't going to be possessive of each other.
I guess we both knew there was something extra-special between us.  If
Tyler wanted to have fun with someone else, I wasn't going to stand in his
way, because I knew how much he loved me.  And by the same token, Tyler
knew I felt the same way about him.

Reluctantly, I hoisted my aching body, standing to my feet while trying to
adjust my hard-on.

"Well, Robert, I guess we'd better open up those mats, before it gets
dark," I suggested, "and let them inflate."

"Like your cock?" Robert asked with a big grin.  "Shit, Chris ... that's
some SERIOUS wood you're packin'!"

My 501s were skin-tight, so it was pretty obvious.

"Yeah ... like you're not," I shot back, while rubbing my hand over the
head of my dick a couple of times.  I moaned because it felt SO good.  "It
looks like you've got a regular LOG tearing at the seams of your jeans."

Robert laughed, agreeing with me.  We unrolled our mats, opening the
valves, and pulled the sleeping bags out of their stuff sacks, tossing them
on top of the mats.

"Mine smells like cum," Robert observed, taking a deep whiff and wrinkling
his nose.

"That must be one of the bags Ryan used," I laughed.  "He came for the
first time in his sleeping bag.  Last month, he probably shot a gallon up
in the mountains.  I'll trade with you, if you want."

"No, I think it's pretty cool," Robert said, laughing as well.  "The twins
don't usually talk to me about sexy stuff, but they told me about Friday
night.  I know both Ryan and Kaiden taught them a lot during that
sleepover."  He paused for a moment.  "This is real hard for me to say,
Chris ... and I'll deny it, if you ever tell anybody ... but after last
weekend, both David and Carlos are more experienced than me.  I mean about
sex."

I looked at Robert for a moment.

"Hey ... we can take care of that tonight.  If you wanna, that is."

"You mean it?" Robert asked, wide-eyed.  "What would Tyler say, if he found
out?"

"Well, we don't keep any secrets from each other," I replied, honestly.
"He'd probably be happy for both of us.  And I KNOW he'll want to hear all
the details."  Then I chuckled, "I'd be surprised if two horny guys, like
Tyler and Luke, just crawl into their sleeping bags tonight and go to
sleep, either!"

"Prob'ly not," Robert grinned.  "Hey ... I've been the boring teacher, all
day, Chris ... now I wanna learn some FUN stuff from you!"

***

Well, I'm going to end Chapter 28 right here.  I hope all of you had as
much fun reading it as I enjoyed writing it!  Chapter 27 wasn't one of my
favorites, but I already like this one.  And it may end up being one of my
all-time favorites, if things work out like I'm thinking they might.  I
guess time will tell.

It sounds like the boys might have an interesting night in front of them.
And I bet Tyler and Luke aren't letting any grass grow under their feet,
either.

Why don't you send me an email and let me know what you think?
fotogme11@yahoo.com

Have a great week, guys!  Greg