xDate: Wed, 9 Dec 2009 02:22:46 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 12

More is Better

By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Editor and Proofreader: Jere

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This is a fictional story ... any similarities to actual people, places,
events or other entities is purely coincidental.  The story involves gay
sex between family members and their friends, and 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,
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Thanks to those of you who took a minute out of your busy schedules to
write me after chapter 11.  I know you get tired of hearing it, but your
email really does mean a lot to me.  Sometimes, when the writing is
difficult, an encouraging email is just what the doctor ordered... lol

Anyway, my email address is fotogme11@yahoo.com, if you would like to get
in touch with me.

As I mentioned last week, chapters 12 - 14 will be posted on Wednesdays
... until I take my Christmas break.  I plan to resume Friday postings in
January.

***

Chapter Twelve:

(Tim gives us his take.)

It might seem to a lot of you that Ben and I really have it made ... what
with no job to go to every morning, and no money worries to speak of.  I
have to tell you, though, both of us have been busting our butts just about
every day, trying to drum-up business for our studio.  It hasn't been easy,
even though Josh is well known in the area and has made a ton of contacts
over his years as owner of the J bar A!  Then again, I can imagine how
difficult it would be if we were going about it completely blind.

In the fifteen years I owned my studio in semi-rural, eastern Missouri, I
had built up a great reputation in the area.  But though I had my portfolio
to share with prospective clients, now I was going head-to-head with some
of the best photographers Colorado had to offer.  Both Ben and I eagerly
accepted the challenge, however ... but it would sure be great when we had
a facility to work from!

While I don't think doing work for the Boulder school district was tops on
either of our wish lists, our position as sponsors of the Boulder High
Photography Club gave us an inside track for several opportunities that
fall.  All of it was photography that didn't require a studio building.  In
fact, Ben would be taking the publication-quality shot of the football team
before their game that evening, and the two of us would be shooting school
pictures at seven elementary schools over the next several weeks.  Like I
said ... not really a plum job; but hey ... work was work.

Sometime after lunch, on that crisp, sunny Friday afternoon in October,
Ben, Josh, and I wandered in the direction of the
studio-under-construction.

"This place is really coming along," Josh observed, after walking through
the opening that had been cut in the corner of one side wall, to be used as
the front door.

Cole, Chance, and Ryan had made a good start on the framing last weekend,
and several of the ranch cowboys had been working in the building
throughout the week, whenever they had the time.  The smell of freshly
sawed lumber filled the space.

While flicking the switch on a shop light, I agreed with Josh.

Glancing around, I exclaimed, "It's amazing!"

And it was ... the front wall, with the barn doors in it ... still needed
to be furred out, but the far end and both side walls were completed.  The
opening we had walked through was roughed-in, ready for the door to be
hung.

"If I can put enough guys on it, we'll finish the framing over the
weekend," Josh said.  "Then we'll get the electrician and plumber out
here."

With a final long look around, we turned out the light and left through the
door opening.

"What time do you need to be at the school for the team shot?" I asked Ben.

"Six," he answered.  "Are all of us planning to drive together to the game
tonight?"

"Well..." Josh laughed.  "I was SORT of thinking maybe I'd stay home this
evening."  He stared lovingly into my eyes.  "That is, if Tim's going to be
here, too."

Josh planted a quick kiss on my cheek.

"I get it; I'm on my own tonight," Ben laughed, after watching both of us
for a moment.  He began to walk away.  "You guys have fun!"

"AFTER the boys leave," Josh answered with a smile, causing Ben to turn
around and shake his head.

"Do you want Tina and me to bunk them at our house after the game?" he
asked.

"Would you?" Josh replied, glancing in my direction.  "That'd make our
night perfect."

"Consider it done," Ben answered, smiling broadly.

"And just what do you have in mind?" I asked, moments later, draping my arm
over Josh's shoulder, as we watched Ben's retreating backside.

"Oh ... we'll see," he replied mysteriously.

"Somehow, I think I'm going to like it," I stated, suddenly feeling a
tingling sensation in my groin.  "Come on; tell me more..."

"Nope, you've got to wait," Josh admonished, before wrapping his arms
around me and kissing the tip of my nose.

Damn, I love that man so much!

Apart from a couple of guest bedrooms, there were a few other rooms in our
house that we never used.  We've hardly ever had meals in the dining room,
and, since moving in, I could count on both hands the number of times I'd
set foot in the living room.  With their hardwood floors and expensive
furnishings, both of those rooms were WAY too stuffy and formal for me and
the boys.  But that night, after our sons left for Recht Field ... taking
all their teenage racket with them ... Josh clasped my hand in his, before
leading me to the living room door.

A large, navy-blue, very plush area rug had been newly centered in front of
the imposing stone fireplace ... where enough wood had been laid for a
roaring fire.  And on the rug sat an intimate, round table for two.  It was
covered with a crisp linen tablecloth; and obviously expensive china,
silverware, wine goblets, and a couple of tall, elegant dark blue candles
in silver candlesticks completed the look.

"Fuck ... this is all for me?" I asked.

"No, it's for the other guy who lives here with me," Josh replied, with his
typical dry humor.  He wrapped his arms around my waist, giving me a quick
peck on the cheek.

I smiled; and not satisfied with such a lame excuse for a kiss, I clasped
my hands behind my lover's shoulders and hugged him tightly.  Our lips met
in a longer, passionate kiss this time.  My hands groped over Josh's strong
back; and suddenly, it felt like both of us were wearing way too many
clothes!  I began to untuck his shirt.

"Not yet," Josh whispered in my ear, after breaking our kiss.  "I'll start
the fire; then, let's go upstairs and take a nice, long shower."

"Okay, lover," I smiled, watching him as he knelt in front of the
fireplace.  He twisted a black knob ... which had been built into the
mortar between a couple of stones near the firebox ... counterclockwise,
before pressing a nearby button.

With a whoosh, a ring of blue flame appeared beneath the wood.

"Gas ... hey, that's not fair," I laughed, remembering how, as a teenager,
it had sometimes been difficult to get the fireplace going at my parents'
house.

"Whoever said life has to be hard all the time?" Josh replied, turning off
the gas as soon as the obviously well-seasoned wood appeared to be burning
on its own.  Standing up, he added, "I need to do a couple of things down
here, Tim; but why don't you get the shower going?  I'll be up right away."

We kissed again, before I answered, "Sure, Josh; anything you say."

As I was slowly walking up the stairs, reflecting on what a thoughtful guy
Josh was, the strains of a classical melody ... one with lots of strings,
that I'd heard before but couldn't identify ... began playing softly
through the sound system.  We didn't listen to music often, even though
there were built-in speakers and controls in several rooms of the house.
After turning left at the head of the stairs, I walked down the hall to our
bedroom.  I undressed to the muted waltz music (damn, what WAS the name of
that song?) and stepped into the bathroom.

Pausing for a moment in front of the large mirror, I examined my body.  Not
bad for a father with five teenage sons.  (Yes, I already looked at Eric as
ours, although that was still anything but final.)  My thick, dangling cock
was mostly limp, but because of the excitement I'd just had with Josh, I
could feel pre-cum flowing down the shaft.  I'll never get tired of that
sensation, as long as I live!

As I was savoring the feeling, a bubble of clear liquid oozed from the
slit.  I lifted the sausage for a better look, before collecting the
pre-cum with my fingertip and licking my finger.  I sure didn't want to let
the precious, somewhat salty nectar go to waste!

After squeezing another drop from my shaft, I turned on a couple of
shower-heads, and was adjusting the temperature, when Josh snuck up behind
me and poked me in the ribs, causing me to jump.

"What the..." I began, turning my head.

"Damn, you're sexy!" he exclaimed, with a lustful glint in his blue eyes.
He cupped a taut butt cheek in each hand.

I was smiling broadly, before we kissed; and Josh LET me undress him this
time.  Though a part of me wanted to tear off his clothes, I restrained
myself.  I savored every inch of flesh ... tanned or pale ... every body
hair, and hard muscle as it appeared.

By the time my lover was naked, both our cocks were throbbing with desire!

"Come on," Josh said, taking me by the hand and leading me into the
spacious walk-in shower.

Between kisses, we groped each other's body with soapy hands.  And at one
point, Josh reached for a small electric razor, which was hanging from the
soap caddy.  When he flipped a switch, the motor buzzed to life.

"I think you could use a trim job," Josh laughed.  While I'd never seen him
take care of them, his pubes were always neat and trim.  "It's starting to
look like a forest down there ... and I want to see every inch of you
tonight."

Back in July, after Chris and Tyler had hacked-away at my thick, dark-brown
bush for the first time, with a small pair of scissors, I'd let it grow
back.  It wasn't that I didn't like the look of less hair, it just wasn't
something I paid much attention to.  And, of course, as all of you know,
the hair just keeps growing.

"Take it all off, if you want," I replied, in a husky, sex-controlled
voice, while placing the immediate future of my body hair completely in
Josh's hands.

"Maybe sometime," he smiled.  "But not tonight."

As the water coursed over my chest muscles, Josh knelt in front of me.
Carefully and thoughtfully ... or so it seemed ... he shaved my low-hanging
balls before tackling my pubes, trimming them until they were only a shadow
of their former self.  Several minutes later, we stepped out of the shower;
and after wiping away the fog from the bathroom mirror, I admired the new
haircut.  My once unruly pubic hair was maybe a half inch long, and it lay
neat and straight.

"Hey, I like it, Josh!" I declared, lifting my semi-deflated cock so I
could get a good look at my now naked balls.

"Glad you approve," he laughed, kissing the tip of my nose.  "Come on;
let's dry off and head downstairs for a bite to eat."

"What's on the menu?" I asked, grabbing a towel from the rack.

"Nothing special," Josh shrugged.  "Just spaghetti, salad, and bread.  Oh
... and Maria picked up a bottle of Missouri wine when she was grocery
shopping this week.  I thought you might enjoy it."

Though I liked wine, after the boys started to get older I hardly ever
drank it.  We didn't keep it in the house because I didn't believe in
tempting fate.  In my opinion as a father, teenagers and alcohol just don't
mix ... and what kind of example does a parent set, if he says one thing
but does another?  I had tried my best to bring up my boys to have fun
without it.

I DID like it, though...

"Sounds great!" I exclaimed, while tossing the towel in the clothes hamper.
I ran my fingers through my damp hair.  "Are we dressing for dinner?"

Josh laughed, "It's a come-as-you-are affair."

Glancing in the mirror, I replied, "Say, I LIKE the sound of that!"

Hand-in-hand, the two of us made our way to the living room.  Behind an
ornamental mesh screen, a crackling fire was burning brightly.  The room
temperature was on the warm side, but the heat felt good against my naked
skin.  Josh lit the candles, then added a couple of logs to the fire,
before saying he'd be right back with the salad and wine.

As I took one of the seats, I reflected ... for the millionth time ... on
all the changes that had occurred in my life recently.  Then, I let my mind
wander further back in time.  Josh and I had been inseparable as kids.  I
wondered how it is that we allow ourselves to get SO busy with the daily
grind that we forget about our childhood friends?  Then I had to smile to
myself, as I answered the question ... for ME, at least.  Getting a girl
pregnant in high school will do it for a guy ... especially when he loves
the girl with all his heart; she decides to keep the baby; and they get
married right after graduation.

Damn, I had to grow up fast!

Laughing, Josh returned, holding a bottle and corkscrew above his head.
"Tim, would you do the honors, while I get the salad?"  He handed the
bottle to me.

"Be happy to."

I smiled, when I glanced at the label, "Montelle Winery, Augusta,
Missouri."

After bending down and planting a kiss on my lips, Josh commented, "I bet
THAT brings back memories."

Did it ever!

Late one morning, back when I was a kid of twelve, Josh walked through the
back door of my house, unannounced.  Since he was almost like family, he
could do that at my house, but I couldn't at his.  His folks had money, and
their house was as stuffy as a museum.  A kid had to knock and be LET in
there.  Anyway, since his birthday is June 24, I'm not sure if Josh was
twelve or thirteen at the time.

It was a typical Missouri summer day ... hot and sticky ... but as boys, we
had found a way to cope with it: during summer vacation, we wore shorts,
sneakers, and little else.  Josh said he had something he needed to tell
me, but he couldn't do it at my house, and he SURE couldn't at his.  We
hopped on our bikes ... at that age, we still considered them freedom on
wheels ... and pedaled over a blacktop road, away from town and out into
the country.  When we were out of sight of any houses, Josh and I stopped
our bikes alongside the road.

"What's such a big deal that we had to ride all the way out here?" I asked
my friend.

"You gotta see it!" Josh replied excitedly.

So it was MORE than just telling me something.

Dropping our bikes, we wandered away from the road and into the weeds.

As soon as the pavement was out of sight, my best friend pulled down his
shorts.  Glad to be freed from its prison, I suppose, his dick popped up
against his belly.  Although I knew from the changing room at the city pool
that Josh already had a little hair over his penis, this was the first time
I'd seen him hard.  And was he EVER hard ... and BIG!  Immediately, without
saying a word, he took his engorged cock in his fist and began pumping it
furiously.  Within seconds, something shot from the tip.

"Oh, fuck!" he exclaimed.  Shivering, in spite of the heat, he pulled up
his shorts.

"Why were you doing THAT?" I asked, clueless.  "And what was that clear
stuff, anyway?"  It sure didn't look like pee.

"`Cause it FEELS awesome," Josh explained, smugly.  Even though he was only
seven and a half months older than me, it seemed he knew something
important that I hadn't yet learned.  "That was cum that shot out of my
cock.  It's the stuff guys make so they can be daddies."

Shit, he DID know something I didn't!

"What I just did is called jerking off ... and fuck, it feels awesome!"

Suddenly, I had a ton of questions, but at that moment, I only asked him
how he found out about it.  He said an older kid, who'd be going into high
school in the fall, had told him.

High school!  This HAD to be prime shit ... the kind that kids our age
weren't told about very often ... especially not by an older boy!

Damn ... I was hard, too; I couldn't ever remember my cock being stiff like
that.  Excitedly, I glanced around and didn't see anyone, so I dropped my
shorts.  I didn't have any hair above my dick, yet, but it was way, WAY
bigger when it was hard.  Fuck ... and I'd never even noticed!  Anyway,
Josh said I was a natural, as I began to stroke it fast.  In seconds, I
came for the very first time, out in those weeds.  The feelings in my
supersensitive cock were unbelievable!  Talk about life-changing
experiences... While I can't say I noticed it at the time ... I mean, I was
still the same scrawny, twelve year old kid ... my life was never the same
after that morning.

We pulled up our shorts, and on the way back to our bikes, I spied an
empty, dark-blue bottle someone had probably tossed from a car the night
before.  Don't ask me why, but back then Mom collected blue bottles.  It
was clean and in good condition, so I decided to take it home to her.  You
guessed it; that bottle had once contained wine from the same winery as the
one I now held in my hands.

On the meandering ride back into town, Josh told me all the sexy stuff he'd
learned from the older kid.  Yep ... life would DEFINITELY never be the
same!

"I'll be back with the salads in a second," Josh stated, as I tore the seal
from the top of the bottle.  And by the time he returned, I had poured each
of us a glassful of the chilled, white wine.

We ate and drank our fill that night.  All the cares of life, that a couple
of thirty-something men have to deal with every day, were banished from our
minds as we joked and played around between occasional bites.  Because we
had the house to ourselves, Josh and I ate slowly, sometimes even feeding
each other forks full of spaghetti.  The meaty tomato sauce tasted good
from the plate, but extra delicious when I licked it from my lover's face!

After our long dinner, we moved the table and chairs to the side.

`Damn, I love him so much!' I thought, moments later, as the two of us
slow-danced to the soft music ... or at least, we started to.  My lips
found Josh's right-away; and before long, as our hands groped each other's
hard bodies ... and even harder cocks ... the dancing was forgotten.  Josh
pulled me down, onto the plush rug, where we made very slow and VERY
passionate love.

Afterwards, basking in the euphoria from our long-in-coming, but OH SO
worth it, orgasms, we lay side-by-side, facing each other in front of the
fireplace.

"Come winter, we're going to REALLY enjoy this fireplace," Josh mused,
dreamily staring into the dying fire, as he absentmindedly fingered my
nipple.  "And to think, I hardly ever used it before."

A log popped, sending sparks up the flue.

"It's a great fireplace," I agreed, watching the orange flames dance across
my lover's face.  "But..."

I paused for a long moment.

"Come on; out with it," Josh requested, lifting his head with a smile.
"But what?"

"Well ... I hate to say it," I continued.  "You have been SO good to all of
us.  But this room..."  I looked searchingly into my lover's eyes.  "Well,
it reminds me of your folks' house."

Both of us broke up with laughter!

I had kept in close contact with my parents after getting married.  Since
we lived in the same town, and they gave Beth and me our financial start in
life, that was only expected, I suppose ... but Josh had all but severed
ties with his.  Because he, his sister, and his parents couldn't agree on
much of anything, family gatherings were always contentious.  Josh never
spoke of it, but I got the impression that either his folks didn't know he
was gay, or worse, didn't approve of it.  I suppose they had never been a
close-knit family like mine, anyway.

"You and the boys do whatever it takes to turn this `museum' into a room
all of us can enjoy!" Josh declared.

"Anything?" I questioned, with a laugh.

He didn't answer with words, but reaching over to me, he pulled my body on
top of his.  Like I've seen Chris and Kaiden do a thousand times over the
years, we rolled around on the rug for quite a while, wrestling and just
having guy fun.

I know what some people would say: we needed to act our age.  But I've
always felt sorry for those folks; it must be awful, living an uptight,
stodgy life.  Kids just naturally know how to have fun; and mentally, at
least, I never wanted to grow so old that I forgot how to!

Later, as the fire died down to embers, the room began to get chilly.

Lying arm-in-arm with my lover, I asked, "What do you say we take this
upstairs?"

"My thought, exactly," Josh agreed, with a smile.  After helping me up, he
gently curled his arm around my waist.  And I leaned my head against his
strong shoulder, as the man I love like no other shepherded me toward the
stairs.

I don't know what time we finally got to sleep that night, but we must have
made love until the wee hours of the morning.  Though I love our sons with
all my heart, it was awesome to have the house to ourselves for a change.
No matter how long I live, how old I become, or what might happen to me,
I'll never forget the night of October 11, 2002.  That date will be etched
into my memory forever!

***

I think I'll end the chapter right here.  Damn, those two men had a night
to remember!

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