Date: Wed, 16 Dec 2009 01:33:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 13

More is Better

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

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from the author.

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,
please leave now.

***

Special thanks to Geoff, for a suggestion that I added to this chapter last
Wednesday, after posting chapter 12.  Unfortunately, my computer crashed
after I'd almost finished writing it, and of course, I hadn't saved my work
yet.  I'm not sure it's as good the second time I wrote it; but it will
have to do... lol

***

I want to thank all the guys who emailed me after chapter 12!  It seems
that a lot of you really enjoyed the chapter about Josh and Tim.  I really
enjoyed writing it, too!

***

Chapter Thirteen:

(Chris narrates.)

"Unh! ... Unh! ... Unh!" Tyler grunted loudly in my ear, while thrusting
his dick mightily into me.

In the darkness of our small bedroom in the Wilson home, Tyler's sweaty
chest relaxed on top of my back.  I felt his heart pounding at a breakneck
pace, before it's beat began to gradually slow.

"Fuck, Chris ... I think there IS something to that hormone stuff in the
morning!" he exclaimed in a quiet voice, before his lips found mine and we
kissed tenderly.  "That was AMAZING!"  He yawned, then laughed.  "Do you
want to fuck me now?"

Normally, I would have jumped at the chance, even though it was very early
on Saturday morning.  I had glanced at the clock once ... when Tyler woke
me up ... and I didn't like what I saw!  But I was wide awake now.  For the
first time in memory, I was completely satisfied making love without
cumming myself.  I had felt something when Tyler filled me with his sperm
... something every bit as strong as an orgasm, but very different, too.

Looking back over the years between then and now, I realize it was on that
morning that I took a huge step forward, in learning how to love another
person.  I hate to admit it ... but most teenagers are naturally selfish.
However, when you love another guy with all your heart, you always want the
best for him.  And sometimes, putting the feelings of others ahead of your
own pays big dividends!

"Next time," I said, while Tyler rolled onto his side, pulling me with him.
His deflating cock still connected us, as I turned my head and we kissed
again.  "Tyler, when you just came, something happened to me for the first
time."

"What?" he asked, while playing with my hair.

"I don't know; it's hard to explain," I replied, searching for the words to
describe how I'd felt.  "But it was awesome!"

"I think I know what you mean," Tyler noted, in a serious voice.  "It's
like a good feeling all inside you, right?"

I smiled and nodded `yes'.

"It's happened to me, too," he continued.  He gently nuzzled my ear, before
whispering, "Fuck, I love you so much, Chris."

Smiling, I declared, "I love you, too."  And then I yawned, causing both of
us to laugh.

"I think we need to get some more sleep," Tyler stated, as he warmed my
naked shoulder by rubbing it briskly.

"Yeah," I agreed.  "But stay inside me, okay?"

Tyler reached over me and turned out the bedside lamp, before assuring me,
"I'll try my best, bro."  Then, pulling the sheet over us, he spooned his
body more tightly against mine.

I was such a lucky guy to have Tyler!

I smiled to myself, when he draped his left arm over my chest; and that was
the last thing I remembered, before waking up to bright sunlight streaming
through the window.  Tyler was still asleep, so I gently untangled from his
arm while expelling his morning wood.  I had to piss ... BAD!

Moaning softly, Tyler rolled onto his back, as I rushed in the direction of
the bathroom.  Tearing open the bedroom door, and without looking where I
was going, I charged into the hall ... and right smack into Tina.  Wearing
a light blue bathrobe and slippers ... looking half-asleep herself ... she
appeared to be heading toward the kitchen.  She probably needed a cup of
coffee.

At least, I didn't knock her down!

Completely surprised and mortified, I gasped loudly, "Oh, shit!"

Suddenly, I was embarrassed times three!  Not only was I stark naked when
I'd tried to run down my `adopted' mom, but I had cussed in her face.  My
face probably turned several shades of red, as both my hands instinctively
tried to cover my rapidly wilting morning erection.  "Um ... sorry, Mom," I
mumbled.

Quickly recovering from our collision, Mom Wilson chuckled.

"Impressive, Chris," she commented, eyeing my midsection before her gaze
wandered up my chest to my face.  It was the first time she had seen me
completely naked, except in those slides of Dad's from last summer ... and
those were taken from a distance.  Fuck, I'd been hard when I ran into her,
too.  "Now I REALLY know what Tyler sees in you!" she joked, causing me to
smile.

`Among other things,' I hoped; but both of us laughed, as she wrapped her
arms around me in a motherly hug.  I hugged her back, while hopping from
foot to foot.

"You'd better get in there, before you can't hold it any longer."  Patting
my naked butt, she nodded toward the open bathroom door.

Agreeing, I raced the couple of steps to the bathroom.  After pushing the
door most of the way closed and flipping the light switch, I stepped in
front of the toilet.  At least, my brush with Tina had caused my cock to
deflate enough so that pissing was easy.  I took a quick dump, washed my
hands, and looked both ways this time, before stepping through the doorway.
The coast was clear, so I darted across the hall to Tyler's and my bedroom.

The venetian blinds on our window cast an alternating, striped pattern of
sunlight and shadow over the bed, where my lover still appeared to be
sleeping soundly.  Fuck, the darkly tanned skin of his uncovered, naked
torso looked SO hot against the messed-up white sheets.  His throbbing cock
literally shone, slimed as it was with a combination of his jizz and my ass
juices.

After pulling the top sheet over him, I brushed back Tyler's spiky hair and
kissed his forehead tenderly, before quickly slipping into my clothes from
last night.  Barefooted, I walked down the hall toward the kitchen.  Tina
was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee.  And to my right, in the
living room, where the curtains had been completely drawn to keep out the
unwanted light, a Saturday morning program was playing on the TV.  Kaiden,
Eric, and Ryan were slumped against each other on the Early American style
couch, watching it.

I poured myself a quarter cup of coffee, and filled the rust-colored,
earthenware mug to the top with milk.  I added a heaping teaspoonful of
sugar, before taking a seat across the table from Tina.

"Sorry about what happened in the hall," I apologized again.

Tina closed the magazine she'd been reading, as she smiled at me.

"It's not every day I get run over by a teenage freight train," she
laughed.  "But since I'm still in one piece, I'm not complaining."

"Are we gonna have breakfast soon?" Eric called out from the living room.
"I'm starving."

"Boys!" Tina declared happily, before answering, "How does bacon and eggs
sound?"

"Awesome," Eric replied.

"Do you want to help me, Chris?" Tina asked.

"Sure ... but you'll need to tell me what to do," I stated, taking a final,
big drink of the lukewarm `coffee'.

Tina asked me to wash my hands, and then collect a dozen eggs, bacon,
butter, and jelly from the refrigerator.  The phone rang and she took a
short call, before placing a large, black skillet on one of the burners.
Moments later, emitting a heavenly aroma, the brown-sugar cured bacon was
sizzling in it's own grease.  She directed me to break a dozen eggs into a
large bowl, add some salt and pepper, and whisk them good to break the
yolks.  And while Tina scrambled the eggs, I made toast for everybody.

"Mmmm, that smells amazing!" Tyler exclaimed, while yawning.

Wearing a slouchy, gray sweatsuit, and also barefooted, he trudged down the
hall toward us.  Obviously, he was still half asleep, as he rubbed his
eyes.  When my boyfriend reached the kitchen, Tyler yawned again, while
lifting the hem of the fleecy shirt.  With drawstrings dangling, the
sweatpants perched at an angle, low on my lover's hips, as he scratched
through the dark hairs that called his sexy, taut belly ... and further
south ... their home.

Damn, what a sight!  Of course, my cock rapidly filled with blood as I
watched.

"`Morning, Mom," Tyler smiled, pecking Tina on the cheek.  Then he yawned
for the third time, before turning to me.  "Wow, Chris, I never knew you
were the domestic type; that's good to know."

"Yeah, just like my dad," I declared, causing the three of us to laugh.

"Chris is a good learner, at least," Tina commented, scooping the fluffy
scrambled eggs into a large glass bowl.  Calling into the living room, she
asked, "Are you boys ready for breakfast?"

"You bet!" all three boys answered, hopping up from the couch, racing to
the kitchen, and sliding into the chairs along one side of the table.

"Tyler, wash your hands; and then you and Chris put out plates and
silverware," Tina instructed, and moments later, the six of us were seated
around the table, filling our plates.

"Where's dad?" Eric asked, offhandedly.

Tina smiled.

"That was him on the phone a few minutes ago," she replied.  "He was out in
the woodworking shop, so save a little food for him!"

"Okay, we will," Eric answered.

Before we had finished eating, Ben came through the kitchen door.  He told
Tina he was sorry he was late; and after washing his hands, he piled the
last of the scrambled eggs and bacon onto his plate.  He had been designing
a couple of signs for J bar A Photography.  One would be placed at the
entrance of the ranch road ... beneath the crossbar with the main ranch
sign ... and the other one was for the building itself.  Although it seemed
he never had enough time to do much woodworking, Ben enjoyed the hobby.

"It looks like the Myers are going to have a great day for their barbecue,"
Ben commented, while spreading peach preserves on a cold piece of toast.
"It's the warmest morning we've had all week."

"Awesome!" Eric replied, while glancing at the rest of us teens.  "Do you
guys think we could go riding today?"

"Sounds good to me," Tyler said, finishing his glass of milk.

"Yeah..." Ryan began.  All of a sudden, he burped loudly, causing several
of us to laugh.

"Um, sorry."  He smiled sheepishly, beneath his thick mop of unruly, brown
hair.

"I guess that means you enjoyed the meal, Ryan," Tina observed.

"Yeah, it was really good, Mom," he replied.

Tina's face beamed.

No doubt about it, our family was unusual!  We lived in two houses, had
three dads, a mom, and four teenage boys ... five, when you counted Eric
... but there was a LOT more love in our nontraditional family than many
so-called normal ones.

"Why don't you boys check with Roy, beforehand?" Ben suggested.  "On a
spread this size, I'm sure there is something worthwhile that you boys
could be doing while you're out riding."

"Sure," I agreed, saying I'd talk to the ranch foreman before we saddled
the horses.

"Can I go up to my bedroom, yet?" Kaiden asked, pouring himself another
glass of milk.

"Surely, Josh and Tim are up by now," Ben answered, glancing at the clock.
It was after nine-thirty.

"I need to get a shower, too," Tyler added.  Both of us could use one of
those!

A few minutes later, after cleaning up breakfast, Kaiden, Tyler and I
headed across the yard to the kitchen door of the main house.  A power saw
whirred noisily from the direction of the studio, but inside the seemingly
deserted house, classical music was playing softly.  Maybe our dads WERE
still in bed.

"Fuck, old people music," Kaiden laughed, turning up his button nose
further and rolling his sparkling brown eyes.

"I know," Tyler agreed, shaking his head.  He turned off the sound to the
kitchen speaker, but we could still hear music playing throughout the rest
of the house. "I guess you have to turn off the components in the hall."

Moments later, as Kaiden mounted the stairs, Tyler and I paused just
outside the living room.  My brother and lover opened the slatted door of
the small closet which housed the stereo system.

"Damn, it looks like someone put on 12 CDs of that shit," Tyler commented,
pointing out a dozen glowing LEDs on the CD changer.  He pressed the main
power button, silencing the music.  "That's MUCH better!"

Laughing, and nodding in agreement, I stepped into the living room.  "Look
in here," I said, walking across the spacious room.  A small table, with
the remnants of last night's dinner, still sat in one corner.  "It looks
like our dads had some fun last night."  With a smirk, I hefted the wine
bottle, before setting it back on the table.

Nodding his head, Tyler glanced around the room.  "Yeah, they had a fire in
here, and everything."  He pointed to the large pile of ashes in the
fireplace.  "One of these nights, Chris, we've gotta do something like
this."

"I hope they let us have the house to OURselves," I declared.

Tyler seemed to be imagining that pleasant scenario, as we surveyed the
room in silence for a moment.

"Tyler, have you ever had wine before?" I asked, picking up the bottle
again and holding it up to the light at an angle.  "Hey ... I think there's
still a little in here."

"Yeah ... two or three times," he answered.  "I thought it tasted okay.
Why don't you try it, and see what you think?"

As you can imagine, I didn't need much encouragement.  I lifted the bottle
to my nose, and sniffed it before putting it to my lips and downing the
tiny swallow.  It wasn't like soda, that's for sure!  The first time, I
can't say I really enjoyed the fruity, sour, yet somewhat sweet taste, or
the way it burned my throat going down.  But being a teenager, just the
idea of doing something forbidden ... even as minor as this was ... held a
certain appeal to me.

"It tastes okay, I guess," I said, with a big grin, as I sat the bottle on
the table.  "NOW, how about that shower?"

"Sure, bro," Tyler smiled, following me from the room and up the stairs.

While we were cleaning off the aftermath of the morning's lovemaking, I
suppose Tim and Josh must have woke up.  They were downstairs having a late
breakfast, when we came back into the kitchen sometime later.  Tim was
perched awkwardly on a stool, as Josh filled two cups with coffee.

As a guy who's had his ass reamed good on more than one occasion, I
recognized both the expression on my father's face and the way he moved so
gingerly.  I'm sure it was especially bad for Tim, since I think he was
usually the partner who did the screwing.

"Hey Dad!"  With a wicked smile, I greeted my father, in an extra-cheery
tone of voice.  "You're sure moving slow!"

"`Morning, boys ... I think," Tim replied, while lifting the large mug of
coffee to his lips.

Although he drank it once in a great while, Dad hated coffee, and he
grimaced as he lowered the mug to the counter.

"It was a night to remember, that's for sure!" Tim said.  Glancing at Josh,
he smiled lovingly, before shaking his head.  "But damn, am I paying for it
this morning!"

"I GUESS it's still morning!" Tyler chuckled evilly.

"Hey, it's only a little after eleven," Josh laughed defensively, like it
was normal for him to get up at that time on a Saturday morning.  Then,
changing the subject completely, he asked, "Say, who won the game last
night?"

"We did," Tyler replied.  "27 to 13."

"So it wasn't even close," Josh said, taking a sip of coffee.

Disagreeing, Tyler told our dads that the score was tied going into the
fourth quarter.  Tim asked if the photo club got a lot of good shots, and I
told him I thought so.  Ben had taken some great team photos, too; he had
proudly let us see them before we turned in last night.

We talked for a few minutes, before telling our dads that we were going
riding with Eric for a couple of hours.  And after searching out Roy, who
suggested we check that the windmills were pumping water, and there were
salt blocks for the cattle, Tyler and I wandered in the direction of the
studio.  Amid loud talking between boys and men, several hammers were
pounding away inside the building.

Cole and three of our cowboys ... Chance, Miguel, and Jamie ... had been
busy all morning, by the looks of things!  Not only was the last of the
additional furring on the exterior walls complete, but they were building
the skeletons for a couple of small rooms in the front corner opposite the
entrance.  As Ryan, Kaiden, Eric, and the twins stood back and watched,
Miguel, Cole, and Jamie hoisted the next to last wall into place.  They
held it in position, while Chance dropped heavy-duty spikes into
pre-drilled holes in the bottom 2x4.  Then he actually shot the anchors
into the concrete with a large red and black gun.

Eric and David held their ears, as the sound from each powerful shot echoed
throughout the building.  But apparently it only took a few anchors to hold
the wall in place, because after firing three shots, Chance carefully laid
the tool aside.

"Sweet!" Tyler exclaimed.  "I didn't know there was a tool to do that."  He
reached down, picking up several wicked-looking spikes and a couple of the
purple-banded brass cartridges.

As Cole and the other cowboys began nailing the wall to the one next to it,
Chance removed his goggles and earplugs, while answering, "Yep ... it sure
makes this job go a whole lot easier!"

The five of us watched for a few more minutes, before Tyler suggested we
saddle the horses, if we were going to give Eric a riding lesson.  Ben had
been right; the weather was absolutely perfect for mid-October.  The
cloudless sky was a crisp, bright blue ... the kind Colorado is famous for.
Apparently, the horses were enjoying the warm weather, too, since most of
them were outside in the corral.  Even the injured gelding I'd ridden in
the roundup last weekend was outdoors, though he wasn't moving around like
the others.

We saddled horses, and spent the next three or four hours checking the
water supply and salt blocks for the cattle.  The well which had run dry
earlier, had been deepened, and was now pumping fine, as were all the
others.  Eric had obviously spent quite a bit of time on horseback over the
past week.  After a minute or two, he seemed to be at ease in the saddle,
not at all like the scared kid he was (like all of us were, I suppose) the
first time he got on the back of a horse.

We barely had enough time to get cleaned up for the Myers' barbecue, but we
made it.

Was it ever a big affair!  Of course, just about everyone from both our
ranches was there.  Friends and relatives of the Myers family ... who had
helped with the roundup ... were also in attendance, as well as many of the
people who had done ranch business with Devon and Jared's dad over the past
year.  Yes, in case you were wondering, that included Colton and his
family.

I hate to use the word `cute' when talking about a guy my age.  I mean
... shit ... we were almost grown.  But honestly, with his innocent-looking
baby face and a smile to die for, I can't think of a better one to describe
the vet's son.  Wearing low-cut jeans and a plaid shirt, with the sleeves
rolled up high enough to expose his biceps, he was slouching against the
corral fence, talking to several of our friends: Jared ... the twins'
brother; Robert ... his girlfriend, Amy ... Luke, and his girlfriend,
Samantha.

Well ... Colton wasn't doing any talking, as Tyler and I ambled up to the
group.

"Fuck, Chris," Jared laughed easily.  "I was beginning to think you guys
weren't going to make it!"

"Me, too," I agreed.  "I thought Tyler would never get out of the shower."

"Screw you," my boyfriend laughed.

"Yeah, that's what I mean," I cryptically replied, trying my best to keep
from smiling.

Everybody, including Colton, laughed heartily; although I'm sure our
bashful friend ... and probably the two girlfriends ... were clueless as to
what I actually meant.

Hands down, Colton had the best smile in our group of eight ... a little
shy-looking, at first, but WAY endearing when he let go and loosened up.
Though I doubted if he got into trouble very often ... he just didn't seem
like that kind of guy ... Colton had the kind of smile that could probably
get him out of just about any sticky situation.  That is, IF he had learned
how to use it to his advantage.

Luke ... who also played on the high school football team and worked on the
J bar A ... and Robert were eager to discuss every detail of the homecoming
game win.  We spent several minutes talking about football, until someone
rang a dinner bell, announcing it was time to eat.  Unfortunately, we were
some of the furthest from the serving table, so our group was near the end
of the line.

Several long folding tables, along with folding chairs, had been set up on
the front and side porches of the Myers' home.  They were covered with red
and white checked, plastic tablecloths ... the throwaway kind you can buy
at Walmart.  Most of the chairs were already taken by the time we got our
food, so, with a few other people, Luke, Robert, and their girlfriends went
inside the house to eat their meal.

I was going to follow, when Jared spoke up, "Guys, why don't we go out to
the barn?  It won't be as crowded there, and we can eat in peace."

"I like that idea," Colton answered, with his best smile, making my cock
twitch.

Damn, so did I!

Jared suggested we take our food and drinks up to the hayloft, and with a
little teamwork, we were able to climb the ladder without spilling
anything.  Mysteriously, it just so happened that a few bales were loosely
grouped together, and had already been covered with some old blankets.
Warming light, from the late afternoon sun, spilled through the open
hayloft doors, pooling over the bales and onto the dusty, hay-covered floor
around them.

"Fuck, it's hot up here!" Jared not so subtly exclaimed, after putting down
his plate and glass.  He pulled his T-shirt over his mop of shaggy blonde
hair and tossed it on the floor, while the rest of us found seats.

"It sure is," Tyler agreed, taking off his shirt, as I did the same with
mine.

Colton just looked at the three of us for a long moment, before seeming to
shrug his shoulders.  Smiling, he unbuttoned his shirt and began to shed it
as well.

"Yeah, it's been hot all day!" he said.

***

It has to be MUCH hotter in the hayloft ... after those guys climbed up
there.  Damn!  I hope you guys enjoyed reading chapter 13.  Why don't you
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