Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2009 00:38:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 2

More is Better

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

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Special thanks to Steve for his advice on this chapter!

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Chapter Two

(Chris picks up the story.)

'I'm NEVER gonna turn sixteen!'

That thought crossed my mind several times a day in the months leading up
to my birthday.  But, a little after four o'clock in the afternoon, on the
last day of September 2002, I realized every soon-to-be sixteen year old's
dream.  It was still six and a half months until my birthday ... one
hundred ninety-four days, to be exact, but who's counting ... when my
sixteen year old brother and lover, Tyler, told me to get behind the wheel.

It had been a hot, dirty afternoon, and a day of extreme contrasts.  I
mean, how many teenagers can say that their dad actually TOLD them to take
a day off school, because they had stayed up too late the night before?
Seriously ... knowing my dads like I do, I can only shake my head in
wonder, and smile.

So far so good ... until Josh pulled Tyler and me aside, as we were
finishing lunch.  According to our dad, it had been one of the driest
summers on record in our part of Colorado.  Josh and Roy, our
leathery-skinned foreman, spent quite a bit of time discussing it in
serious tones over lunch.  And while he really hated to do it, since the
roundup was only a few weeks away, Josh said we had no choice but to haul
hay out to the cattle in one of the fields.  He wanted us to help Roy that
afternoon, and since Josh had done so much for both of us, there was no way
either Tyler or I would turn him down.  Maybe he had an ulterior motive for
letting us stay home from school, after all...

Anyway, after we'd finished with lunch, we walked to a hay barn with Roy.
He threw open the double doors on a mountain of bales.  At least two large
barns on the ranch were filled with hay.  I knew, because I had helped to
fill both of them on a couple of hot summer afternoons.  The hay had been
stacked sort of like half an Aztec pyramid: in stair steps from the dirt
floor to the roof.  The second floor hayloft was about half the width of
the barn in size, so it worked perfectly, giving more storage over the area
left empty by the partial pyramid.

"Tyler, bring the three-quarter ton Dodge around front," Roy instructed.
"I'll help you boys load her up; and then I want you two to take the hay to
the northeast pasture."  He paused for a moment, before adding in Tyler's
direction, "I reckon there should be wire cutters in the truck.  But if
there aren't, you'll need to stop by the tool shed to get a pair."

It was already our job to haul water to the cattle in the north pasture
... since the well had run dry a few days earlier ... so Tyler asked if the
old truck could pull the water tank and haul a load of hay at the same
time.

"Don't see why not," Roy answered with a wrinkled grin.  "Just take her
slow."  Several large metal hooks were hanging near the door.  And as Tyler
left to get the pickup, Roy grabbed one of them, and a couple pairs of work
gloves, before adding, "Chris, let me show you how to use one of these
things."  Smiling, he plunged the wicked-looking implement into a bale of
hay, handed me a pair of well-used gloves, and slipped his calloused hands
into the second pair.

For the next few minutes, until Tyler returned with the truck, Roy
demonstrated how to make the most of the hook.  It was supposed to be used
as an extension of a guy's arm and hand.  And when it was hooked into the
densely baled hay, it didn't let go, until the person wielding it pulled it
out.  When Roy used it, everything looked SO easy.  However, when I tried,
suddenly working with the device wasn't as easy as it had appeared!

It seemed to take Tyler quite a while to get the pickup ... which was
probably a good thing ... because I was finally getting the hang of using
the hay hook by the time he arrived.  I suppose the old two-toned pickup
had once been cream over burnt orange, but the sun, time, and lack of
washing had taken their toll.  I guess the old pickup never left the ranch,
because it didn't even have a license plate on it.  After slamming the door
closed, Tyler wiped his face on the arm of his T-shirt, before reaching
through the open driver's window and retrieving a pair of work gloves from
the dash.

Roy gave Tyler some instructions on using the hook, before telling us the
proper way to stack hay into a pickup bed so it didn't fall off.  Only then
did he declare we were ready to tackle the job at hand.  He told me to
climb into the hayloft; he would take a position midway up the mountain of
hay bales, while Tyler stayed on the ground.  It was my job to grab a bale
and transfer it to Roy.  He gave it to Tyler, who loaded it onto the truck.
It was a hot, hard, dirty job; but I guess everything worked okay, after we
settled into a rhythm.

As Tyler loaded the last bale onto the Dodge, I climbed down from the
hayloft.  By the time I reached the ground, Roy was gulping cool water from
the garden hose.  He offered it to me; and as I drank my fill, Tyler stood
on top of the load of hay for a moment, surveying his handiwork.

"Good job, men," Roy declared with a wrinkled smile.

Tyler nodded his agreement, before replying proudly, "Yeah ... it DOES look
pretty good, doesn't it?"

The load was a little taller than the cab of the truck, and bales rested on
the open tailgate and over both sides of the pickup bed.  Tyler had
interlocked them tightly, so the load wouldn't shift.  With a final look
around, Tyler jumped to the ground, before pulling his sweat-stained
T-shirt over his dirty face.  Fuck ... my cock throbbed in my jeans at the
sight of my brother's tanned, sweaty torso in the afternoon sunlight.

I offered Tyler the hose and he took a long drink, before drenching his
hair with water.  Rivulets coursed sensuously over his muscular shoulders
and down his chest and back, wetting his jeans.  It looked SO hot!  Even
Roy stopped what he was doing to stare at Tyler.

As Tyler turned off the water, Roy gave us some more good advice, telling
us to drop off the tank of water BEFORE we unloaded the hay.  After driving
VERY slowly across the fields, we did just that.

Sometime later, we arrived at the northeast pasture.  The cattle were
REALLY glad to see the hay!  I guess I would be too, if I relied on grass
for my food ... and it was nearly all gone.  Except for the occasional
tuft, a few unpalatable weeds, and, of course, the ever-present sagebrush
... the field around us was barren.  The grass had been chewed down to
stubble.  With a little rain, it would probably start growing again; but as
things were right now, the animals didn't have much to eat.  Anyway, as
Tyler and I unloaded the hay, several cattle swarmed around us, bellowing
loudly.  Eager for us to break open the bales, their breath was hot on our
naked torsos.  Early on, Tyler commented that one steer in particular
seemed to like my ass almost as much as he did!  We both got a good laugh
over that.

Even though we worked-out in the gym several times a week, that afternoon
Tyler and I must have used some muscles we usually neglected.  We were
tired and very sore by the time we had finished unloading the pickup.  I
think both of us planned to spend some quality time in the hot tub before
bed!  Anyway, after Tyler slammed the tailgate closed, he tossed me the
keys.

"See if you can get us back to the ranch in one piece," he laughed.

Normally, if Tyler joked about ANY of my abilities, I'd shoot a smart-ass
reply back to him.  But not today ...  I'd been looking forward to getting
behind the wheel for SO long!

Like all boys, I guess ... I thought I knew quite a bit about driving
... just from watching my dad, and later, Tyler.  I was sure I had all the
mechanics down pat, as I slammed the door closed on the dirty, banged-up,
old Dodge Club Cab.

"I'd better fasten my seatbelt," Tyler laughed, taking hold of the buckle.
His blue eyes sparkled mischievously in the late afternoon sun.

"Fuck, you!" I exclaimed, with a smile of my own.

"I wish," Tyler replied, without any hesitation.  Little pieces of hay
stuck to the sweat on his chest ... and the hair on his head was an awful
mess ... but he was still the hottest-looking guy I knew!  He scooted
across the well-worn bench seat and planted a wet kiss on my lips, causing
my cock to wake-up all the way.  We kissed again ... fuller this time, with
a little tongue action.  "But damn..."  He glanced at his watch.  "We don't
have time; it's after four.  We've GOTTA take a shower before picking up my
folks from the airport."

He was right, of course.  Tyler's dad and mom, Ben and Tina, were returning
from a vacation in Jackson Hole, Wyoming.  Their flight was supposed to
arrive at Denver International Airport around six thirty, and before lunch,
Tyler had volunteered to pick them up.  Since we had been to the airport
several times, both of us knew the layout pretty well.  And after some
discussion ... okay, quite a bit of discussion ... Josh and Tim had agreed
to let us go by ourselves.  Of course all that had happened BEFORE we knew
about hauling the hay...

I turned the key and the motor cranked for quite a while.

"You've gotta pump it a few times," Tyler advised.

I let go of the key, pumped the gas pedal several times, held it down, and
turned the key again.  With a roar, the large V-8 engine turned over.
Before I let up on the accelerator, several nearby cattle, that had been
dining on the fresh hay, raised their heads and bolted, ogling the pickup
like they wondered what was coming next.

"Whoa!" Tyler said, as I took my foot off the gas and the motor died.  "Be
a little careful with this old rust bucket.  We don't want to throw a rod
or something ... and be stuck out here."

The only rods I cared about at the moment were tucked into both of our
jeans, but I nodded, restarted the truck more carefully this time, and
slipped the transmission selector into Drive.  Slowly, I started across the
field, following the hit or miss tire tracks we had made earlier in the
dead stubble and dirt.  Even though we weren't on a road, or anything, it
felt awesome to finally be piloting a vehicle.  Tyler made a few comments
about my driving skills ... or lack thereof ... but mostly, we talked about
other things on the slow, bumpy drive back to the barn.

Both of us wondered aloud what was going to happen to Eric.  Like Kaiden
and Ryan, we hoped he would be able to stay with us ... and not just
because of the fun the five of us could have together.  I genuinely liked
Eric; in fact, I'd liked him from the first time I met him in that locker
room after their middle school football game.  Once in a while, I get that
feeling about a person I meet.  Eric deserved a real life, not the
existence he'd been forced to live for way too long.

As we pulled up to one of the barns, Tim and Josh were walking across the
drive to the front yard.  Tim looked in our direction and stopped dead in
his tracks.  He said something to Josh, who glanced in our direction,
smiled, and continued walking toward the house.  Tim, however, headed
purposefully in our direction.

"Uh-oh," I mouthed, while turning off the key.  "Dad saw me behind the
wheel..."

Tyler glanced toward Tim.  "Do you think he's gonna have a problem with
it?" he asked, as he opened his door.

I didn't know.  But, as it turned out, Tim was just interested in how I had
done.  He thought it was good for me to get in some practice ... as long as
I stayed on ranch property.

"Tyler ... you guys had better get a move-on, if you don't want to make
your folks wait for you," Dad commented moments later, as we crossed to the
back door.

My boyfriend glanced at his watch, before shaking it. "Shit!" Tyler
exclaimed loudly.  Apparently, the battery had stopped, because he asked,
"What time is it, anyway?"

"After five," Dad replied.

"No way!" Tyler stated, shaking his watch again.

"Five-twelve," Dad answered, holding up his watch for the two of us to see.

It couldn't have taken us over an hour to drive in from the field, so
Tyler's watch must have had the wrong time earlier.  "Come on, Chris,"
Tyler implored.  "We have to hurry!"

Tyler and I raced up the stairs, taking two and three at a time.  And after
the fastest shower on record, both of us ... our bodies only halfway dried
... stood naked in front of our dresser.  Tyler opened the top drawer, and
as he began to search through the stack of underwear, I wrapped my arms
around him from behind.  Playfully, I rested my chin on his left shoulder,
while my fingers groped his trimmed pubes and wide happy trail.  Although
he said he didn't want to be furry like his dad, Tyler was probably going
to end up hairy, anyway.  He already had a good start ... even at sixteen.
Before I met Tyler, I'd have never believed I'd be saying it; but I
actually thought the extra hair looked awesome on him.

I admired Tyler's hot, manly figure in the mirror for an all-too-brief
moment.  No doubt about it, we made a great looking pair.  "Fuck, I love
you so much!" I exclaimed, rubbing a hand through the dark hair that
surrounded his belly button and over his tanned, flat stomach.  Yep ... he
was DEFINITELY going to be a hairy guy!  My boyfriend clenched his abs,
making them feel like a rock beneath the soft flesh.  Watching myself in
the mirror, I groped the defined muscles of his smooth chest.  And by the
time I began to nibble on his earlobe, both our cocks had jerked to
attention.

Tyler smiled at me in the mirror, before turning his head back toward mine.
Our lips met briefly.  But then he broke the mood by saying," Sorry, Chris
... but we've gotta get dressed."  With a sad smile, he pulled away and
stepped into a pair of plaid boxers; his uncut meat tented the front
invitingly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," I sighed, dropping my hands ... but not
before squeezing Tyler's throbbing manhood lovingly.  I grabbed the top
pair of underwear from the pile, stepped into them, and pulled on a pair of
khaki cargo shorts and a green and white long-sleeve shirt.  After
unbuttoning the cuffs and rolling up the sleeves, I nimbly fastened the
bottom four buttons, leaving the top three open.  Then I tucked in the
gingham tails, pulled the shorts down to just the right spot on my hips,
and slipped a wide canvas strap through the belt loops.

Tyler looked good enough to eat, in baggy cargos and a slouchy yellow
T-shirt ... but as he had said earlier, unfortunately, we didn't have the
time.

Both of us slid our feet into flip-flops and ran down the stairs.  Josh and
Tim were in the kitchen; Tim was sitting on a bar stool with a photography
magazine in his hands, but he was watching Josh mix something in a large
bowl as we entered the room.

"You boys better get a move on," Josh laughed, after a quick glance toward
the clock on the microwave.  It was almost five thirty.  "Traffic will
probably be a nightmare..."

"Here's money for the parking garage," Tim said, picking up a couple of
bills from the counter in front of him and handing them to Tyler.

"Thanks, Tim," my brother replied, putting the money in his wallet.
Moments later, Tyler fished for the key fob in his front pocket, as I
opened the back door.  "Well, we're off."

"Drive safely," Josh added.  And as the door was closing behind us, he
yelled, "We'll save some pizza for you guys..."

Josh was an excellent cook ... at least, from the perspective of teenage
boys.  He made a thick crust pizza to die for!  Before we moved in with
him, I think he lived a more uptight lifestyle and didn't do much cooking
for himself.  In fact, there were a ton of things he didn't do; but a lot
had changed around the house in the last few months.

I ran around to the passenger side of our shiny, pearl-black Tacoma.  Only
two months old, it still had that new car smell I love so much.

"When are you gonna let me drive this?" I asked with a devious smile. Old
clunkers were fine, as far as they went, but this was a REAL pickup ... one
any red-blooded teenage boy would be proud to drive.

"MAYbe when you're eighteen ... if you're lucky," Tyler shot back.  He
turned the key, as I good-naturedly gave him the finger.

Even though our dads had given the vehicle to both of us, it was too soon
for me to pull out the 'but it's my truck, too' argument.  So I decided to
save it for another time, and fastened my seatbelt.

"Has Tim enrolled you in driving school yet?" Tyler asked with a little
laugh, as we drove by the bunkhouse and the ranch hands' homes.

Tyler knew how badly I wanted to start taking lessons; I pestered Tim about
it all the time.  And I had vented to Tyler often, when Dad kept putting
off looking into it.  I stared out the side window for a moment, at the
deep blue, cloudless sky, before replying, "No, but he's finally promised
to check on lessons this week."  I glanced toward Tyler.  "Dad said he's
gonna wait until after the first of the year to sign me up, since my
birthday isn't until April, though."  I shook my head; I still needed to
work on Tim some more, I guess.  "Damn, Tyler ... I can't BELIEVE how slow
this year is moving!"

"Yeah," Tyler agreed, "I remember how it was before I turned sixteen."

I clicked on the radio and slipped in a CD from the collection we kept in
the truck.  The Tacoma had an awesome sound system, and I cranked up the
volume until the bass was booming ... just the way both Tyler and I liked
it.  Of course, it was sort of hard to talk over the music, so we didn't
try.  Traffic was heavy but moving through Boulder.  And after we turned
onto I-70, it was stop and go for a while.  Then, miraculously, it seemed
to open up.  I glanced over at Tyler.  He was tapping his hands on the
steering wheel in time to the music.  My eyes pored over his body; he had
to be the sexiest guy alive, bar none!  Tyler only had the faintest of tans
when I first met him, from working inside at their motel all day, I guess.
But after spending lots of time in the sun over the past three months, he
had really tanned up.  And those eyes ... a guy could get lost in those
deep blue eyes.  FUCK, suddenly my dick was throbbing again!

I stretched-out my hand, placing it on Tyler's knee.  Gently, I squeezed
the kneecap for a moment, before my hand began to travel into the leg hole
of his baggy shorts and up his muscular thigh.  I stroked the flesh
lovingly, causing him to moan.  I glanced at my lover's face; his eyes
closed for a brief moment.  "Damn ... what's this?" I asked quizzically,
when my fingers brushed against his throbbing, swollen head.

Tyler just chuckled and seemed to shrug his shoulders.  His eyes darted
away from the road, to my hand and then my face.  Our eyes locked with each
other's for a moment, and then another.  But the love I saw in Tyler's gaze
abruptly changed to fear when he glanced back toward the road.

"Shit!" Tyler exclaimed, hitting the brakes while violently swerving the
Tacoma onto the left shoulder.  Tyler had barely avoided rear-ending a line
of cars stopped in the lane in front of us!  Lucky for us, the shoulder was
empty.

"You'd better keep your eyes on the road," I commented, over the combined
pounding of the music and our hearts.

"Yeah," Tyler agreed, the corner of his mouth curling up in a tense smile.
"Thank God for quick reflexes!"

"Damn sure," I replied, as traffic began to creep forward.  I guess, if we
drove that stretch of roadway every day, we'd have known that during rush
hour the inside lane of traffic almost always stopped there.  A ways ahead
of us, we could see that the highway narrowed from three lanes to two.

Even though traffic moved fine after we made it through the bottleneck, I
kept my hands to myself for the rest of the drive.  I loved to caress my
boyfriend's hard body ... and still do, of course ... but not if it was
going to cause an accident!  Before too much longer, we exited on Pe–a
Boulevard for the airport, and Tyler found a parking spot in the short-term
garage.

"I hope Mom and Dad haven't been waiting TOO long," Tyler laughed, pressing
the lock button on his key after we'd gotten out of the truck.  He pulled
out his cell phone and dialed a speed number.  No one answered, but he left
a message for his parents, telling them we'd meet them at the baggage
carousel for their flight.

We checked the arrival and departure board.  And as it turned out, their
flight, United 0070, was delayed.  I guess that was just as well, since we
didn't get to the airport until after it was supposed to have arrived,
anyway.  We found a couple of nearby seats and enjoyed watching the
travelers for the next several minutes.  That evening in the terminal was
the first time Tyler and I rated guys and gals together, something we've
had fun doing many times over the years.  If only those people knew what we
were saying about them ... or how we had rated them.

I smiled at the thought.

At one point, we were watching an outdoorsy, athletic-looking, couple
... both sevens or eights ... with heavy-looking packs on their backs,
struggling with their three or four year old son.  It looked like they had
just returned from a vacation ... and maybe the kid wasn't all that happy
about going home.  Snickering, I told Tyler the boy reminded me of Lars,
the kid we'd met in the mountains on our photo trip a couple of weeks
earlier.  And while wondering if this kid liked to go around in the nude,
too, Tyler agreed.  Just then, his phone began to ring, interrupting our
thoughts.

"Hey, Mom!" Tyler exclaimed.  "It sounds like your flight finally arrived."
He listened for a moment before speaking again.  "Just a minute; I'll check
to see which carousel will have your bags on it."

A few minutes later, we were greeting Ben and Tina with hugs at carousel
seven.  In addition to Ben's camera gear, which he was carrying, and Tina's
carry-on, they had taken two large, heavy suitcases on the trip.
Obviously, they didn't believe in traveling light!  Of course, they HAD
planned on a two-week vacation.  After collecting the bags, Tyler and I
rolled them through the terminal and into the parking garage.  When we got
to our vehicle, Tyler lifted one of the cases and winced.

"Careful, son," Ben advised.  "Don't hurt your back."

"What have you got in here, anyway, Dad ... bricks?" Tyler wondered aloud.

Both Ben and Tina smiled.  And as Tyler dropped the case into the pickup
bed, he gave a tired smile of his own.  "It wasn't that, Dad."  He glanced
at the suitcase.  "I think Chris and I must have lifted a million hay bales
this afternoon!"

"So Josh worked you guys on your day off ... for a change!" Ben teased.

"What do you mean 'for a change'?" I shot back good-naturedly.

We bantered among ourselves while climbing into the cab.  And a few moments
later, the four of us were buckled into the Tacoma for the ride home.
Tyler turned the key, and the urgent, driving rap of Eminem boomed from the
pickup's six speakers.

"Whoa!  Boys ... turn that down!" Tina demanded from the back seat.
Immediately, I clicked off the radio.  "If you guys want to go deaf from
listening to music that loud, that's one thing," she added, taking her
hands away from her ears.  "But I sure don't plan to!"

"Yeah, Mom; sorry..." Tyler laughed.  Listening to loud music was a rite of
passage for us; and it hadn't affected our hearing that I could tell.

I turned my head toward the back seat.  "We don't listen to it that loud
ALL the time," I lied ... convincingly, I thought.  Then I quickly changed
the subject.  "How was your vacation, anyway?"

As Tyler backed out of the parking space, Ben answered, "Really good,
Chris.  Tina and I had a fun time, and I got quite a few good shots for the
business."

"Yes, that sure is beautiful country ... up there in Wyoming," Tina agreed
happily, before adding in a different voice altogether, "but it was SO sad
to hear about Eric.  He seems like such a nice boy; at least he was at
Ryan's party."

In the soft light of dusk, my brother had driven to the exit booth for the
parking garage.  He handed the female attendant a small card, stamped with
the time of our arrival.  "Is that why you guys cut your vacation short?"
Tyler asked, after giving the woman a couple of dollars.

"Yes," Tina replied.  "Josh thought maybe we could help out.  At least, we
want to try."

They had a lot of questions about Eric; and Tyler and I tried our best to
answer every one of them.  Like Dad, neither Tina nor Ben could believe a
parent would mistreat a child the way Eric's had done.  "I think any dad
who would beat up on his son like that ought to have to endure the same
thing twenty times over ... or much, MUCH worse!" Ben declared at one
point.  And Tina didn't see how any mother could stand by, while her
husband hurt their son.  Of course, Tyler and I agreed with both of them.

At one point during the drive home, somebody's stomach rumbled loudly
... causing all of us to laugh.

"Are we going to stop somewhere for a bite to eat?" Tina asked.

Obviously, it was her stomach that had spoken moments earlier; and I told
her what Josh had said about saving some pizza for us.

"Then I'd better call the ranch, to let them know what time we'll be
getting home," she added, making the call.  She talked to Tim for a while,
and after flipping her phone closed, she told us we would have fresh-baked
pizza waiting for us when we arrived.

That sounded great to all of us!

It had been dark for quite a while, when Tyler parked our truck in front of
the Wilson abode.  And after helping Ben and Tina with their luggage, the
four of us crossed the back yard from their home to the main ranch house.
Warm light poured invitingly from the many kitchen windows, as Ben opened
the door for Tina and held it for Tyler and me, too.  Josh and Tim were in
the kitchen, but not our brothers and Eric.

"Right on time!" Josh declared, standing to his feet.  "I think the pizzas
are just about ready to come out of the oven."

The rest of the family had eaten some time earlier, and Kaiden, Ryan, and
Eric had gone downstairs to do whatever.  Watching us while we ate, Tim and
Josh wanted to know everything about Ben and Tina's trip to the Tetons.
And when the adults' conversation turned to weightier matters, Tyler and I
quickly excused ourselves to soak our aching muscles in the hot tub.

Autumn was definitely in the air, as we trudged across the yard and
driveway to the swimming pool building, where bright light spilled from the
full-length glass door.  Since the hot tub was outdoors, however, we didn't
go inside.  But I did glance through the door and noticed at least one
person swimming laps in the pool.  The small whirlpool had been built into
the concrete apron, which ran along the front and near side of the building
(where the door was located).  The spa was in partial shadows, not getting
direct light from the door, or any of the dusk to dawns.  And as my brother
and I carefully lifted off the fiberglass lid, leaning it against the
aluminum siding, a few tendrils of steam drifted into the air.

"Damn, this is gonna feel good!" Tyler exclaimed, flexing his muscles
before deftly pulling his T-shirt over his head.  Smiling broadly, he
shivered all over ... whether from the crisp air or excitement, I couldn't
be sure.

I agreed, while unbuttoning my shirt.  And as Tyler was kicking off his
flip-flops, I wrapped my arms around him from behind.  "I love you so much,
Tyler!" I whispered hoarsely in his ear.

Immediately, he turned around and we kissed passionately.  And moments
later, goosebumps rose on my sides, when Tyler lightly traced his fingers
from my waist to my pits.  Wow ... suddenly, my muscles didn't feel so
tired!  Passion gave way to urgency in a matter of moments, as his hands
roughly pushed my shirt over my shoulders.  It fell to my elbows, where it
hung-up, while we kissed and groped each other's hard bodies like the randy
teenagers we were.  Finally, Tyler broke the embrace; and after unbuckling
my belt and tossing it aside, my brother pulled open the four buttons of my
fly.  He seemed to lick his lips in anticipation, as he knelt at my feet,
tugging off my shorts and underwear.  Freed from its prison, my rock-hard
dick slapped against my abs.

He licked my throbbing head for a moment, before standing.  "Chris, let's
get in the hot tub to do this right," Tyler suggested with a big grin,
kicking off his shorts and boxers.  He set the timer, and seconds later,
hand-in-hand, we stepped down into the hot, frothing pool.

Damn, the hot water felt good on a cool night!

"Chris," Tyler directed, as he knelt amid the foam, "try floating on your
back."

Immediately, and without saying a word, I lay back into the churning water;
I looked toward the sky.  Thousands of stars shone brightly, even with the
lights of the ranch and the cities to our south.  And fireworks streaked
across the sky, moments later, when I felt my boyfriend's tongue against my
cock head for the second time that night.

"Yeah, man," I moaned, as his lips encircled my steely pole.  "That's the
way."

I arched my back and neck more, pointing my chin skyward.  Tyler took all
of me into his mouth, for a moment, before concentrating all his effort on
the sensitive glans.  Damn, my older brother was a good cocksucker!  He had
me right on the edge in no time; but Tyler was also good at making things
last ... when he wanted to, anyway.  He kept me on the brink of orgasm for
an eternity.  The combined sensations coursing through my body were
amazing: chilly air ... steamy, churning water ... a talented, hot mouth
around my steely cock...  And when Tyler began to finger my hole, I lost it
... BIG time.

"Fuckin' shit, Tyler!" I cried loudly, as all of a sudden I began to spurt
into his mouth.  In the throes of a powerful orgasm, my body began to
quiver.  Reflexively, I leaned forward and immediately my hips sank,
pulling my still-throbbing dick out of Tyler's mouth.  "Thanks, bro
... that was awesome."

"Any time..." Tyler was interrupted as the door to the swimming pool
opened.

"Mind if we join you in there?" a familiar voice drawled.  It was Roy with
his wife, Maria!

"Um ... no," I stammered, while Tyler and I quickly found places to sit.
While I liked the ranch foreman and our cook just fine ... as people, that
is ... they sure put a crimp in my plans for Tyler!  "Um ... the water
really feels great tonight," I added, trying to hide my disappointment.

"It sure does," Maria agreed, as she and Roy settled into the pool across
from us.

Roy joked that he must have worked us too hard that afternoon.  Of course,
neither Tyler nor I was going to let on, to the ranch foreman of all
people, that we weren't men enough to handle a little work.  After all, old
man that he was, Roy had worked alongside us; and he wasn't complaining
about sore muscles.  We laughed and talked for a few minutes, until the
timer shut off the hot tub's motor.  Since our clothes were scattered all
over the ground, both Maria and Roy must have figured out we were nude, but
our nakedness had been hidden under the foam.  Even now, since we weren't
in full light, I doubted if they could see much.  But we needed to get out
of the tub to take our showers.

Grandmotherly Maria laughed at our obvious predicament.

"Boys," she said in her Spanish accent, "I've seen a naked man before."
And to my surprise, she leaned over to Roy, planting a big kiss on the side
of his weathered face.  Then she kissed him again on the lips.

Whoa ... all this was getting WAY too heavy for me!

Keeping our backsides to the old couple, Tyler and I got out of the Jacuzzi
and quickly collected our clothes.  And we were snickering to each other as
we heard the hot tub's motor begin to whine behind us.

***

This seems like a great place to end chapter two.  It was the longest one
I've written, even going back to my very first post in 2006.  Anyway, I
sure hope everyone enjoyed reading chapter two!  Of course, I'd like to
hear from you if you did (fotogme11@yahoo.com).

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"I'll Suck You" - Final Post Date: June 25, 2007
"I've Got the Best Family" - Final Post Date: May 23, 2008
"Us Guys" - Final Post Date: May 29, 2009

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Have a great week, guys!  Greg