Date: Fri, 26 Feb 2010 03:31:22 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 20

More is Better

By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Story Consultant: Drew
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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***

Chapter Twenty:

(Chris gives us his take on events.)

I've gotta tell you, I always knew that Kaiden was going to turn out gay.
I mean, you don't live with your brother all his life, and not know SOME
things about him, at least.  I guess that's why I teased him so much, when
he tried to tell us he'd fallen for some girl.  It wasn't that I didn't
want him with a girl ... hey, I couldn't care less about any of that
... but I knew my brother.  I had seen him in action with us guys, so I
knew how much fun he had going DC.  Fuck, I knew how much he'd enjoyed
doing it with me!

As I was having that last thought, I realized it had been quite a while
since Kaiden and I had done anything together ... just the two of us, that
is.  It had been too long, WAY too long.  Right then and there, I decided
to remedy that situation sooner, rather than later.

Anyway, before Eric came down to breakfast the next morning, Kaiden told me
that he and Eric were now a couple.  He was smiling from ear-to-ear, as
only Kaiden can, as he slipped his jeans-covered legs around the stool to
my right.

"Hey, it's awesome about you and Eric!" I stated, patting him on the back.
"You're gonna love it, bro."  I glanced toward Tyler, who wasn't paying any
attention to us, while pouring himself a bowl of cereal.  "You're gonna
REALLY love it!"

"Yeah, I sure hope so," Kaiden agreed, looking admiringly at my lover.
"Eric's fun in bed."

"I guess he ought to be," I laughed, causing Tyler to look up, before
smiling at Kaiden and me.  "Fuck, he learned all that stuff from the best."
I glanced around the room.  "The VERY best."

"I suppose he did, at that," Kaiden agreed, thoughtfully.  "We are the
best, aren't we?"

"Bro, I sure can't think of any better," I said, tousling Kaiden's hair and
messing it up more than usual.  (That was saying something, considering the
way Kaiden wore his hair back then! lol) "Think about it, Kaiden.
Probably, a lot of kids in your class are just now learning about jacking
off."  I chuckled, remembering a few years earlier in my life.  "I was in
middle school when I first learned about it."

"Could be," Kaiden added, shrugging his shoulders, like he didn't know.  "I
guess I never thought about it that way."  Then he picked up the box of
Cheerios and poured himself a bowl.

Tyler, who had been following our conversation after fixing his cereal,
smiled, and shook his head ... as if to say I was right.

Over the next few minutes, the rest of the guys joined us for breakfast.
When Eric slipped onto the stool at the end of the counter, on the other
side of Kaiden, his face was absolutely radiant with that special smile of
his.  "Did Kaiden tell you about us already?" Eric asked me, right away.

"He sure did," I replied, smiling.  "I'm really happy for both of you."

All us guys discussed the pleasant turn of events for a little while, and
everybody congratulated Eric and Kaiden.  But while our parents seemed
happy that Kaiden and Eric were now a pair, it seemed they had some
concerns, too.  Ben was the first to speak up.

"Eric, I'm sure glad that you and Kaiden have fallen in love with each
other," he said.  "Really glad."  He smiled in a fatherly way, to let us
know he meant what he was saying.  "But son, until everything is taken care
of in the courts ... and we get permanent custody of you ... I don't want
you to tell anyone outside of your ranch family.  Would you do that for
me?"

"Sure, Dad," Eric answered.  "I'm not sure why; but, yeah, I can do that."

"Yeah, Eric, some people wouldn't understand how we do things out here,"
Tyler added.  "Everything that happens on the ranch, stays on the ranch;
right Dad?"

Ben nodded.

Tim laughed, while shaking his head.  "Josh, at least it sounds like the
boys learned THAT lesson of yours well."

"We sure did!" I replied, looking from my dad to my brothers.  "Damn, we've
got it SO good out here..."

All our parents laughed, because I was right, I suppose.  It's not often
that a teenager will tell his parents that he's got it good.  Maybe that's
because most of us have only known things one way ... and, usually, we want
things to be better than they are.  That's just how teenagers are.  But we
didn't always have it so good; none of us did.  And I, for one, really
appreciated what I had now!

Anyway, now that Eric had been told ... and he had agreed to ... one of the
major tenets of life on the J bar A, the conversation around the breakfast
table turned to other things.  Obviously, the roundup occupied the top spot
in almost everybody's mind, but before breakfast was over, I overheard Eric
talking to Kaiden about something else.

"Kaiden, you've got the best suntan," Eric stated, shaking his head.  "I
wish I could get one like you ... or ANY of you guys."

"Have you ever tried?" my brother asked in reply, picking up his glass of
milk.

"Not really," Eric answered.  "Mom always wanted me to put on lots of that
sunscreen stuff when I was gonna be outside."

After drinking the last of his milk, and lowering his glass, Kaiden
continued, "Well, then, why don't you try to get one ... if that's what you
want?"

"But summer's over, and winter's almost here.  At least by how it felt
outside last night," Eric commented.

"Yeah, I see what you mean," Kaiden agreed, shaking his head.

"Kaiden, I bet Eric's got skin like me," Cole laughed.  Obviously, he had
been listening to the conversation between the younger boys, too.  He
turned to Eric.  "Probably, your mom always had you wear sunscreen so you
wouldn't get a bad sunburn.  I've had a few of those, and let me tell you,
they're NO fun!"

"Maybe so," Eric said.  "I've never had a sunburn; not that I can remember,
at least."  He shook his head a little.  "I guess that IS a good thing."

"It is, man; it is," Cole added, lifting his spoon to his mouth.

"Hey, Eric ... I love you just the way you are right now," Kaiden stated,
with a smile.  "Suntan or not."

"Thanks, Kaiden," Eric replied, suddenly grinning from ear-to-ear.

You know, I guess that's the way it is.  When you really love somebody, you
love them for who they are, and not just for what they look like.  I've
gotta say that I think Eric would have looked better with a suntan.  And
maybe Kaiden felt that way, too, but he never said it ... at least, not
that I ever heard.

***

Anyway, nothing much happened the rest of Wednesday or Thursday, either,
for that matter.  But on the Friday morning of the roundup, all of us kids
had excused absences from school.  Everybody was up early, however, even
though we weren't going to school.  At breakfast, my brothers and I were
all dressed in our tight, button-front Levi's 501s, along with our colorful
Chambray cowboy shirts.  Each of us had a blue or red bandana in his
pocket, or tied around his neck.  And if we owned cowboy boots, we were
wearing them, as well.

Eric rushed into the kitchen a few minutes after the rest of us.

"Looking good, Eric," Tim laughed, from his seat near the kitchen window.
He let out a loud wolf whistle, and caused all our heads to turn toward the
doorway.

Turning completely around on his stool, Kaiden exclaimed, "What the fuck,
Eric!" He was visibly surprised, but equally happy.  "I didn't know you had
cowboy jeans and a shirt like ours."

Smiling broadly, Eric sauntered across the room in his skintight, button
front jeans.  He'd clearly worn his dick to the left side when he shrunk
the jeans, because his hard cock formed an obvious bulge across the front
left of the low-slung jeans.  The indigo denim lovingly clung to his
boyishly firm ass cheeks, as he stood behind one of the stools.

"I know; I was keeping them a secret," Eric revealed, hoisting his slim
butt onto the stool.  "I hope you like them, Kaiden."

"Do I ever!" Kaiden replied, eyeing his new lover's hot body lustfully.
Lovingly, he stretched-out his hand, caressing Eric's thigh through the
body-hugging jeans.  "But when did you buy them ... and when did you shrink
them, anyway?"

Eric chuckled.

"That night when I came home from school with the twins and Robert.  The
same time I bought that new pair of Nikes," he said.  "The guys used blow
dryers on me, over at David and Carlos' house."  He laughed again.  "It
worked better than I thought it would!"

I suppose we could have talked for quite a while, about how sexy all of us
looked that morning ... because we sure did ... but it was going to be a
busy day ... a VERY busy day!  Though a few high clouds in the eastern sky
reflected shades of deep orange, bronze, and purple, the sun hadn't yet
begun to show itself above the horizon, when our group of nine men and boys
left the house for the stables.  We were warmly dressed in layers against
the early morning chill.  At least, the high winds of earlier in the week
had died down to occasional light puffs, as we crossed the back yard.
Clouds of water vapor formed around us, each time we exhaled.

Roy, and a couple of the cowboys, Chance and Miguel, were already in the
barn, saddling their horses, as our large group joined them.

"Where have you guys been?" Roy wondered, the familiar wrinkle lines of a
smile creasing his leathery, weathered face.  "Days a wastin'!"

"I know," Josh laughed in reply.  "But we're here now."  He looked around.
"Where's everybody else?"

"I already sent the other guys out toward the hills beyond the northwest
pasture," Roy answered.  "We're still missing quite a few head from up that
way."

Josh nodded, as all of us began to saddle our mounts.

"It would sure make it easier on us, if we didn't have to use that hill
country as pasture," Josh commented, tossing his well-worn saddle over the
back of his roan-colored horse.  The horse flinched, and moments later,
when Josh began to roughly tighten the cinch strap, it snorted.  "So,
what's the plan, anyway?"

"We're gonna head up north, too," Roy stated, while slipping a bridle over
the head of his gray horse.  "We've gotta find those missing cattle, if it
takes us all weekend."

"Agreed," Josh tersely replied.

After we had saddled our horses, each of us ensured we had enough water to
last the day in his saddlebag.  Before mounting our horses, everyone
grabbed a two-way radio from a wooden box near the door, checking that it
worked, and was tuned to channel five.  Finally, we led our horses out of
the barn.

The early morning Colorado air was more than crisp; it was downright cold
against our faces, as we began the ride.  But when the sun came up, it
quickly spread life-giving warmth over the drought-stricken plains around
us.  I think all us boys were excited that morning to be taking part in our
first J bar A roundup ... but especially Eric.  He viewed it as yet another
validation that he was an accepted member of our family.

All of you know by now, that `Expect the Unexpected' is the unofficial
motto around the J bar A.  I honestly don't think anyone ... at least, not
us boys ... planned for it to take all day Friday to round up the portion
of the herd that had made the hill country their home over the past few
months.  But it did.  Saturday was another long, busy day.  But by
lunchtime, while half of the guys were still out in the field, the rest of
us had moved the southern herd into a small, normally unused, fenced-in
pasture close to the ranch buildings.  The cattle were bawling noisily, as
we prepared to dismount alongside a couple hitching rails near the house.
Eric rode up moments later; and, since the rail where we'd tied our horses
was full, he stopped by the second one, which hadn't been used.

"Are they ALWAYS loud like that?" Eric asked, shaking his head.  Still in
the saddle, he tossed the reins to Carlos, who began to wrap them around
the metal rail.

"Yeah," Carlos began, with a laugh ... but then something happened that
NONE of us expected. ... and none of us were prepared for!

Suddenly, and without warning, something spooked Eric's horse.  Neighing
loudly, it reared-up on its hind legs.

"Oh, shit!" Carlos called out, and when I glanced toward the sound of his
voice, his normally brown face was almost a ghostly white.

Eric's horse dropped its front feet and reared again and again, really
frightened by something.  The last time, Eric slid off the rump of the
horse onto the ground; he rolled away from his mount, but seemed to be okay
from what I could tell.  Carlos, however, was in pain ... REAL pain!

"Dad, come quick!" David called out, racing toward his identical twin
brother.

Emilio, the twins' father, had been ambling toward the barn, where
sandwiches had been set out for us, when he heard his son's voice and
turned to see what was going on.

"Dios mio!" Emilio immediately cried out in a loud voice, while running
toward the action.

The reins of Eric's horse finally pulled free of the hitching rail ... like
they probably should have done in the first place ... and it ran off a ways
before calming down.  But the damage was done.  Carlos was sitting on the
ground, pressing his left hand against his belly with his right.  A dark
red stain was spreading too quickly across his tan colored coat.

"What happened, anyway," Roy asked, joining our group of ten or twelve, who
were loosely clustered around Carlos, Emilio, and Tim.  After gently
pulling Carlos' bleeding hand away from his body, and grimly shaking his
head, Emilio took the bandana from his back pocket and wrapped it around
his son's hand.  "Squeeze the finger tight to stop the bleeding!" he
directed the younger twin.

All of us were talking among ourselves, trying to figure out what had just
happened.  I guess it's always that way when there's an accident, because
everything occurs so fast.  Tim bent down, under the hitching rail,
retrieving something from off the ground.

"I'll put this on ice, while somebody gets a car," Tim declared, trotting
off toward the house, while gingerly holding something between the thumb
and first finger of his left hand.

Roy ran in the direction of one of the ranch SUVs, while Emilio and David
helped Carlos to stand.  Carlos was still as pale as a sheet; and by the
time they had loaded him into the back seat, alongside his dad, Tim had
returned with a small saucepan, mounded with ice cubes, in his hands.  They
were gone in a flash.

"Is Carlos gonna be all right?" Eric asked, fishing his inhaler out of his
jeans pocket.  Expertly, he brought it to his mouth and pumped the bottom a
couple of times.  In all the confusion, our friend had almost been
forgotten.

"Yeah, Eric, I'm sure he will," I said, hugging the younger boy.

"I don't even know what made my horse do that!  I mean, I didn't do
anything." he added, shaking his head.  "But I sure didn't know how to make
it stop."

"Hey, it's not your fault," I comforted Eric.  I wouldn't have known how to
get a horse like that under control either.  "Accidents just happen
sometimes."

"I guess," Eric seemed to agree.  He looked at his inhaler for a moment, as
if trying to decide whether to use it again, before jamming it into the
pocket of his tight jeans.

As it turned out, when Eric's horse had spooked, somehow the index finger
on Carlos' left hand got caught between the metal edge of the hitching rail
and the leather of the reins, as Carlos was in the process of tying them
around the rail.  When the horse pulled against the reins, they tightened
on Carlos` finger, cutting right through it.  Unfortunately, as he yanked
his hand to free it, he tore the tip right off at the first knuckle.  The
operation took a while, but luckily, the doctor was able to reattach it.

Apparently, someone called Josh with the word about Carlos, because
... though the men with the northern herd didn't make it back to the ranch
until it was nearly dark ... Josh asked about our friend first thing.  As
soon as everyone got back from the emergency room, he made a beeline to the
Lopez home, with both Eric and Kaiden; and they spent quite a while inside.

Carlos would be okay, but he would go through life with a bent index finger
on his left hand.  Though he was in pain for several days, in the overall
scheme of things, I guess a lot worse things could have happened on the
roundup that year.  But it was a downer, anyway; let me tell you!

Anyway, that night, Tyler and I lay awake in bed for a while, reflecting on
the events of the day ... and on the accident especially.  I think Josh
took everything harder than Carlos and Eric, if that was possible.  But Dad
is just like that, I guess; he really cares for the feelings of others.
And though there was nothing he could have done, he felt responsible.  I
think Dad would have gladly given up the tip of his finger, if it would
have meant Carlos wouldn't have had to mangle his.

At some point, the conversation turned from the accident to the roundup.
And from the roundup to the week that had just passed, before we started
talking about our lives, in general, on the J bar A.  It seemed that since
we moved to Colorado, the boring life I had endured for years was a thing
of the past.  I don't think that either of us could have imagined ... in
our wildest dreams ... we'd be living the life we now enjoyed.  Talk about
amazing!

My lover and I fell asleep in each other's arms that Saturday night, and
the next morning ... when I opened my eyes ... Tyler was still holding me.
Smiling, in the faint, early morning light that filled the room, I glanced
toward the face of the man I loved.  He was awake, but staring straight up,
toward the ceiling, apparently deep in thought.

Though a sheet and light blanket covered us, I knew Tyler's body almost as
well as my own.  Immediately, my left hand sought for, and found, the hair
on Tyler's taut belly.  Lovingly, I ran my fingers through it.

"Hey ... `morning lover," Tyler greeted me with a smile.  "I think you're
trying to get me horny this morning."

"I don't have to try very hard to do that," I laughed in reply.

"Nope, I guess you don't, at that," Tyler agreed, turning his face toward
mine.

"What were you thinking about?" I asked, as my fingers followed Tyler's
happy trail southward.

"Just how much I love you," he answered, smiling.

"And how much is that, anyway?" I wondered, propping myself on an elbow and
gazing at Tyler longingly.

He pulled my face to his, before our lips met in a passionate kiss.

"I'd say at least that much," Tyler said, a wonderful eternity later.
"What do you think?"

"That'll do for a start, I guess," I laughed, as our lips met again.  We
rolled around on the bed some, causing the blanket and sheet to fall away.
Fortunately, the heat was on, and the room was warm.  "Mmmmmmm, yeah," I
cooed, moments later.  With a loving smile on my face, I added, "I like
where this is leading."

"You and me both, lover," Tyler agreed.

As we cuddled, our bodies tangled together, as though they were one.  Tyler
snaked his right arm under my torso, resting his hand in the middle of my
back.  At the same time as I lifted my right leg, Tyler bent his left,
pressing his thigh tightly against my ass.  I lowered my leg onto his hip;
and while Tyler cupped my upper ass cheek in his left hand, I wrapped my
right arm around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair.  We kissed, as
if we'd never have the chance to do it again.

Both our cocks had been rock hard for ages, and mine throbbed mightily, as
I humped it against Tyler's tight belly.

"Oh, fuck," I moaned, in a sex-induced haze.

"I think you want me to take care of that guy," Tyler laughed.

"Yeah ... but don't make me cum TOO fast," I replied, rolling onto my back.

"Okay, I'll try to take it slow," Tyler stated, sitting up, before leaning
over my midsection.  He seemed to be conjuring up a mouthful of spit, as he
lowered his face and lifted my pole.

Tyler began to lick over the length of my cock, from the base to the very
tip, until he had wet all four sides equally.  Then, after smiling at me,
and with a definite purpose in mind, he closed his lips around my manhood.

"Oh, yeah, man!" I exclaimed, pounding my fists against the mattress.
"Damn, you're good at that, Tyler."

Tyler moaned his acknowledgment from around my pole, sending shivers of
delight throughout my body.  Urgently, I tangled my fingers in his hair, as
I held his face to my groin.  Wetly, Tyler bobbed up and down; and as he
sucked, his tongue travelled over the prominent vein, which ran the length
of my dick.

At one point, Tyler shifted his body.  And, as he straddled my left knee, I
noticed a string of precum drip from his slit onto my thigh.

"You're making a mess there," I laughed, massaging the clear fluid into my
skin.

"I know," Tyler said, shaking his head.  "He can't wait to fill the ass of
a certain guy I love with all my heart!"

"Hmmmmm, I wonder who you could be talking about?" I asked, taking Tyler's
penis in my fist and loosely stroking it.

"Some guy named Chris," my boyfriend chuckled.

"Oh ... I think I've heard of him," I replied.  "Is he that cute guy I've
seen you with at school?"

"Well ... I GUESS he's okay looking," Tyler declared, with a smile.

Pretending to be hurt, I commented, "Just okay, huh?"

Tyler didn't reply with words, but I've always thought actions speak louder
than words, anyway.  He lay forward, on top of me.  And right away, our
lips met in a kiss, which quickly turned passionate with lots of tongue
action.  Just as my euphoria was about to reach its peak, Tyler rolled me
onto my belly, spreading my legs some.  I heard him spit, before I felt wet
fingers fumbling over the entrance to my most secret place.  Then the click
of a plastic cap told me he was lubing his dick.

"Are you ready for this?" Tyler questioned, rubbing the tip of his steely
rod through the length of my crack, before I felt it press against my
quivering sphincter.

"I've wanted it inside me, like forever," I purred like a kitten.

"Well then ... here he is."  In one quick stroke, Tyler penetrated me
completely.

"Oh, fuck!" I loudly cried out, involuntarily tensing up at the intrusion.
I bit into the pillow, while burying my face in it.

"That's just what I'm gonna do," Tyler laughed, pulling his cock out.

He did slow down, though ... well, for a little while, at least.  But as I
relaxed beneath him, Tyler slowly picked-up the intensity.  At one point,
after placing his arms outside of my shoulders ... in a pushup position
... my lover began to fuck me long and hard.  My body jerked forward on the
bed with each of his powerful thrusts, sending shock waves of delight from
both my ass and cock head throughout the rest of my body.

Tyler ravaged my ass that morning, as he made love to it.  But I gotta say,
I sure enjoyed every moment of it ... every single one.  A couple of times,
he said he was about to cum.  But I told him `not yet', and he was able to
hold off ... for a little while, at least ... but you know how teenage boys
are.  Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, as he thrust his rock
hard, throbbing cock all the way into my well-fucked butt.

I felt his cock swell.

"Oh shit, I'm cummin'!" Tyler exclaimed loudly, tensing up.  "Oh, fuckin'
shit!"

Tyler continued to pound my ass through his orgasm.  And, seconds later, as
his body relaxed completely, he fell on top of me ... his sweat plastering
us together.  His lips found mine and we kissed, slowly, but passionately.
I never wanted that kiss to end, or Tyler to pull out.

"That was amazing," Tyler stated, when our lips finally parted.  "Did you
cum yet?"

I hadn't, though I was close.  Tyler took care of that problem in the
shower, when he jacked me to a mind-bending orgasm.  And, while standing
under the spray, as my seed was swirling down the drain, I thought back to
Tyler's and my chance meeting back in July.  So much had happened in our
lives since then ... and most of it had been good.

Damn, I love that guy so much!

***

Well, this looks like a good spot to end this chapter.  I hope all of you
enjoyed reading it.  And if you did, I'd sure appreciate an email letting
me know.  (fotogme11@yahoo.com)

The accident with Carlos, is based upon something that actually happened.
On a plane ride home from Colorado this past summer, my seatmate was a kid
of 15 or 16.  He had a large bandage on one of his index fingers.  He
relayed what had happened to him, and I've tried to recreate it in the
story.  I knew when that kid told me his tale,that it would make it into
the story in some fashion.  And when I was writing on this chapter, it just
seemed to fit in.

I don't think anyone is happy that Carlos was injured, but I have tried to
inject elements of realism into "More is Better".  And an accident is just
that ... something that nobody expects will happen.  Hopefully I don't get
TOO much hate mail over this!

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