Date: Tue, 30 Mar 2010 01:51:42 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 23

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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Thanks for your email after ch 22.  I agree with those of you who feel like
David and Devon make a hot pair.  I hope all of you enjoy this chapter.  It
is one of my longer ones.

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Chapter Twenty-three

(Tyler gives us his take for a while.)

I was running late, after school on Monday.  As I hustled around a couple
of parked cars ... and spied our Tacoma ... I noticed that Chris, along
with Brad from the photo club, were sitting on the open tailgate of our
pickup, talking.  In his lap, loosely held in one hand, was Brad's
ever-present skateboard.

"Hey, Brad!" I yelled, greeting our friend, as I hustled in their
direction.

"Dude!" Brad replied, smiling.  When he turned his face to watch me, his
dark brown eyes flashed in the afternoon sunlight.  In a single effortless
motion, he slid off the tailgate to his feet, while Chris did the same.

"Are you going home with us this afternoon?" I asked, hoping maybe our
friend would be spending the night.

"I wish," he laughed, shaking his head 'no'.  "Just shooting the crap with
Chris for a few."

"I wish you were coming home with us, too," I agreed, high-fiving Brad
... who I hadn't seen since last Thursday.

"Yeah ... well, I gotta be going, I guess," he stated, dropping his
skateboard to the pavement and resting his foot on one end.  Without any
real conscious effort, he began to toe the board, making it dance.  "See
you guys tomorrow, then."

"For sure, at the photo club," I said, while easily slipping my book pack
off my shoulders and tossing it into the bed of the truck, beside Chris'.
I gave my lover a quick kiss.  I don't know when we started showing
affection to each other at school, but, if just our friends were around, we
now weren't afraid to let our love for each other show.

Smiling broadly, Brad nodded his approval, and after a final goodbye, he
lithely stepped on his skateboard and rolled away.  As Chris closed the
tailgate, I fished the key fob from the front pocket of my low-slung jeans,
and pressed the unlock button a couple of times.  With distinctive clicks,
the doors unlocked; and, moments later, I was slowly piloting our totally
hot, pearl-black Tacoma out of the student parking lot of Boulder High.

"So, what kind of grades did you get this afternoon?" I asked Chris, since
I hadn't seen him between our last two classes.

"'B-' in World History and a 'C' in Geometry," he answered, obviously
pleased with his efforts.  Except for Gym ... where he got an 'A-', and
math, Chris was a solid 'B' student.  He shook his head, while adding, "I
don't even NEED to ask how you did in English Lit. and Art Appreciation."

"Hey, bro ... what can I say?" I laughed.  "All 'As' and 'Bs'."

What with college applications coming up a little over a year away, I had
decided, at the beginning of the term, that I was gonna really buckle down
and study.  I'd always been an okay student, but my first quarter grades
reflected the extra effort in a big way ... two 'As' and four 'Bs'.

Chris just shook his sexy head.  He dropped his hand to my leg, squeezing
my knee, before I felt a couple of fingers oh-so-slowly trace up my inner
thigh.  My dick began to plump up right away, and, of course, Chris
noticed.

Hey ... my boyfriend ALWAYS notices when I get hard.  It's something all
boyfriends do, I guess.

"I think you deserve a reward for those good grades, bro," Chris stated
matter-of-factly.

"Yeah, I do," I agreed, wondering exactly what Chris had in mind.

Anyway, he rubbed his fingers over the denim-covered, sheathed head of my
manhood for a while, causing me to moan loudly.  In no time, I was
completely erect and throbbing ... and the skin had probably pulled back
from around my glans.  But, like the good driver I (usually) am, I kept my
eyes glued to the road.  Damn, it wasn't easy, though!  He lowered his face
to my groin, first kissing my dick head through my jeans, and then clamping
his teeth around it.

"Oh, shit, Chris!" I exclaimed, gripping the steering wheel more tightly,
causing the Tacoma to twitch in the lane of traffic.

Laughing, Chris said, "You keep your eyes on the road, buster.  I don't
want you to wreck this truck, before I even get a chance to drive it!"

"Anything you say," I chuckled, placing my right hand on top of Chris'
head, feeling the definition of his shaggy brown hair.  Pressing down,
gently, I added, "Just you don't stop what you were doing ... okay?"

"Well, I almost forgot about that trip to the airport," he answered,
worshipfully kissing the bulge in my jeans, before sitting up in the seat.
"I better finish-up later, I guess."

"Fuck!" I sighed under my breath.  But we almost HAD had an accident that
other time, so, reluctantly, I agreed with him.

We rode in silence for a couple of blocks, before Chris laughed softly,
while turning on the radio.  A gentle ballad about true love, from 98
Degrees, a boy-band, whose new CD we had started to listen to for the first
time the other day ... picked up at the beginning of a song.

'You're my sunshine after the rain...'  'You're the cure against my fear
and my pain...'  'Cause I'm losin' my mind when you're not around...'
'It's all, it's all because of you.'

Wow!

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see him slowly shaking his head, as if
agreeing with the words.  When the song ended, Chris looked in my
direction.

"They could have written that about us, I think," he declared slowly and
sincerely.

"I was just thinking the same thing," I answered.  "Chris, you're sure my
sunshine."

He just laughed and shook his head.  We talked about us for a little while,
and our family, as 'Give it Up' gave way to 'Do You Wanna Dance'.

Chris began to speak slowly, as if he was unsure how to say what was on his
mind.  "Tyler, something has been bothering me for a few days ... since
before the roundup," he began.  "Probably, I should have mentioned it to
you earlier, but, I guess, the time just never seemed quite right."  He
chuckled.  "You know ... listening to these love songs makes me think back
to my first love ... if that's what you call it.  You know, with Kaiden."
He paused for a sec.  "I really miss him."

"What do you mean?" I laughed.  "You see him every day ... at least twice."

"No, you dork ... not like that," he continued, lightly punching my
shoulder.  "I mean, being really, REALLY close to him.  You know, like in
bed, I mean."

"Oh ... so now you don't want me any more," I stated, pretending to pout.
"Hey, he's got a boyfriend now, anyway."

"I know," Chris thoughtfully concluded.  "It's just that I'd like to spend
a night with just him before too much longer."  He paused, while he took a
deep breath.  "Now that he's got Eric, it probably won't happen, though."
Then he chuckled, turning his face toward mine.  "Fuck ... I haven't seen
Kaiden hard for a while.  I wanna be sure his dick hasn't turned out longer
than mine."

"So THAT'S the real reason," I commented, with a cockeyed grin.  "Like you
could do anything about it, if it is.  Well, Chris ... if you want to spend
a night with Kaiden, then I say 'go for it'."

"I'm gonna, then," he replied, as the song finished and another began.
"Hey ... thanks, Tyler!"

When I made the final turn onto the street where the guys' middle school
was located, the two of us were talking about the words to the a cappella
breakup song, 'The Hardest Thing', the boy-band was singing in close
harmony.  I'm sure glad I've never had to tell someone I loved that we
couldn't be together any longer.  Damn, that would be the pits!

"Uh oh, you're gonna be in trouble again," Chris stated, changing the
subject entirely.  With a smile on his face, he pointed to a small cluster
of guys slouching against a low wall by the front door.  "It looks like our
brothers are the last ones waiting to be picked up today."

"Oh, well," I answered, shrugging my shoulders, as I made a left into the
circle drive in front of the school.  "They'll get over it, I guess."

They did.  In fact, after a halfway scathing remark from Ryan, nobody said
much about me being late to pick them up.  Now that WAS unusual, let me
tell you!  After carelessly tossing their book packs into the pickup bed,
Eric, Ryan, and Kaiden slid behind Chris into the back seat.

Eric and our younger brothers mumbled a few words about their grades, but
we didn't really talk about them on the drive back to the ranch.  And, at
one point, Kaiden mentioned that he and Brianne were going to remain good
friends, just not lovers.  He seemed to be really happy with that
arrangement, and I was glad for him.  A guy can never have too many
friends, I've always said.  Anyway, after we left the city traffic behind
us, Chris' left hand found a home in my crotch, keeping my little man
happy.  Damn, I love my boyfriend so much!

"Shit, we're home already!" Eric declared, in a dejected voice, as I parked
the Tacoma in its usual spot.

"Were your grades THAT bad, Eric?" I asked kindly.

"I guess we'll find out," he sighed, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"Hey ... you know that I'm here for you," I added, removing the key from
the ignition and opening my door.  "And I'll help you any way I can.  I
mean that."

"Thanks, Tyler," he replied, with a sad smile.  "Maybe, let's wait until
after supper to show our report cards to Ben and Tina, okay?"

"Sure," I said, before climbing out of the truck.  "Whatever will make it
easier on you, Eric."

Generally, all of us eat meals together on the J bar A, but that afternoon
... as we stopped by the house for an after-school snack ... Mom said she
would like for just Eric and me to eat dinner with Dad and her.  She would
be fixing something special for Eric's four week anniversary living with
us.  Of course, we agreed.

Everybody had a few chores that had to be done before supper, though, and
after a quick snack, and change into work clothes, all of us set about
cleaning out the horse barn.  While a couple guys had to clean the manure
and old straw out of the stalls every night, once a week the stalls needed
to be thoroughly cleaned.  And this was the night for that job!  At least,
all of us were going to pitch in, to make the job go faster.

"Shoveling manure is one of my all-time favorite things to do," Chris
laughed, while holding a smelly shovelful of straw and horse shit high in
the air.  "But you gotta take the good with the bad, I guess."  He
shrugged, as he dumped it into a large, rusty, two wheeled cart ... the
type some people use for hauling yard waste.  It had probably been a dull
red at one time in its long and distinguished life as shit hauler, but was
now just a filthy, brownish color.

I emptied my shovel into the cart, and while I stood my shovel on the
ground, resting my arm on it, Chris leaned his shovel against the stall he
was cleaning out.  After gripping the handles of the cart, he lifted the
back off the ground and easily rolled it past the stalls the younger guys
were cleaning, toward the already open back door of the barn.

When he returned, we went to work on the next stall.  Even though cleaning
out the barn wasn't one of my favorite jobs, it's a lot more enjoyable when
you are working with guys you can have fun being around.  My brothers and I
joked around and cutup some, but we got the work done, too.  If you ask me,
that's how all jobs should be.

Us boys had worked out a system for cleaning out the barn ... and it REALLY
worked well now that there were five of us.  After a few stalls were
cleaned, one of us would begin to rake each dirt floor, before sweeping it.
Next, as guys finished shoveling out the horse stalls, they began to spread
clean straw on the floor of the swept ones.  Anyway, it was the fastest way
to get the job done, as far as we could tell.  Still, the thorough weekly
cleaning might take a couple of hours.

"So you're having supper with Ben and Tina tonight," I overheard Kaiden say
to Eric at one point.

Eric laughed halfheartedly.  "Yeah ... it's supposed to be some kind of
celebration, I think ... for me being here a month, or something."  After a
long pause, he continued, "Until they see my grades, that is."

"I know," Kaiden replied, while scooping out the final stall.  "Well, you
can come up to my room afterwards."

Little did Kaiden know what Chris had planned for later that night.

"I hope they'll let me; I'll probably be grounded," Eric commented,
dejectedly, while slowly shaking his head.  Sighing, he dumped a last
shovelful of shit and old straw into the cart.  "Well, at least, that's
that."

With everyone doing the finish work, the dirty task was over in no time.
Feeding the horses ... which we did next ... was a snap compared to
cleaning up after them!

Anyway, when our chores were finally over, the younger guys headed toward
the houses to get cleaned up, while Chris and I turned off the lights.
Pulling off his work gloves, while joking with me, Chris said, "So, Tyler,
are you gonna spend the night with Eric then?"

I snickered.  "Well ... I've got a feeling he'll need some big brother
comforting, after the shit he's expecting with his grades."

Chris just laughed, in that sexy way of his, before giving me a big kiss
and switching off the final barn light.  Damn!  It was almost dark out;
winter was on the way, no doubt about it.

After closing the stable doors, Chris and I lingered just outside the barn
for a moment.  I wrapped my arms around the sexy, fifteen year old guy I
loved, squeezing him as tightly as I could through the bulky work clothes
we were wearing.  Suddenly, my cock ... which had been silent for the past
couple of hours ... came to life.  We kissed; and if we'd had the time, I
would have made love to him right then and there.  But, instead, I had to
settle for telling Chris how much I loved him.  I probably don't say it as
often as I should.  Hey ... how many guys do?

"Well, it's time for dinner, I guess," Chris said, kissing me one more
time.  "I'll see you in the morning."

"Have fun without me ... if you can, that is!" I chuckled, relaxing my
embrace.

"I'll try," Chris laughed, trotting toward the main house, while I headed
toward Mom and Dad's place.

After haphazardly kicking off my work boots next to Eric's, I opened the
front door and walked inside.  Wearing a blue and white gingham apron, Mom
stood in front of the stove with a pair of tongs in her hand.  The
delicious aroma and distinctive sound of frying chicken met my nostrils.
That was a meal we hardly ever had, but one I loved!

"I'm gonna get my shower," I said, grabbing a cookie from the jar.

"Fifteen minutes," Mom replied, smiling in my direction.

The door to Eric's room was mostly closed, but I could see movement in the
shadows, as he apparently undressed.

"Eric, we gotta hurry and get our showers," I stated, pausing for a moment
by the door.  "So I'll be joining you in a sec ... if that's all right."

"Sure," his boyish voice replied.

Wearing only a pair of briefs, and carrying an armful of dirty clothes,
Eric toed open his door all the way.  He smiled broadly.  "I'll get the
water started, Tyler."

Damn, that smile of his.  It did something to me every time I saw it, and
right then was no exception.  His pale, scrawny arms clutched the dirty
clothes to his naked chest, as my eyes roamed over his thin body.  Though
he didn't have any muscles, for a kid his age he DID have a sexy bod!  I
guess I'd never really noticed before.

My cock twitched.

"Um, yeah, Eric," I mumbled, looking him in the eye.  "I'll be right in."

As he darted across the hall to the bathroom, I took off my flannel-lined,
denim jacket, before ducking into my room.  I heard the bathroom door close
about the same time as I pulled the fleecy sweatshirt over my head.  And,
while I unbuttoned the fly on my filthy jeans, the water began running in
the tub.  Falling on the bed, I pulled off my bluejeans and socks, and
moments later, I had gathered up my clothes and joined Eric in the small
bathroom.

"Is this how you like it?" he asked, his hand testing the water
temperature.

"If it's the way you like it, it'll be fine with me," I answered, dropping
my clothes in the basket by the door.

"It is," Eric stated, lifting the diverter control.  A gentle spray began
falling, and he quickly pulled the shower curtain closed.  "I've only ever
showered with Kaiden before," he added shyly.

Laughing, I responded that I wouldn't hold that against him.  And after
pulling back the shower curtain a bit, I followed Eric into the tub.

"Do you wanna wash me?" I asked, smiling at the younger boy.

"Yeah, Tyler," he said, excitedly, "I'd like that!"

We didn't make love, or anything, in the shower that afternoon.  Fuck
... there wasn't time ... even if we had wanted to!  But Eric spent way
longer than necessary washing my torso.  His youngish fingers fumbled over
my hard body, groping here and there, and I noticed that his manly cock was
erect by the time he began playing with the hair on my belly and below.

"Man, you've got a hot body, Tyler.  All this hair!" he commented, shaking
his head.  "I guess I never really noticed HOW hot before.  Fuck!"  His
fingertips brushed my semi, and, immediately, my dick began to jerk upward,
causing Eric to laugh, loud and long.  "Help!  It's alive!"

"Uh huh ... it's like that sometimes," I agreed, with what I hoped was a
sexy smile.  Glancing at his throbbing dick, I added, "Sorta like yours, I
guess."

"Yeah," he replied, smiling again.

Eric squirted a dollop of manly smelling body wash in his hand, before
lovingly washing my cock and low-hanging ball sack.  I was in heaven, let
me tell you!  And, after he knelt to quickly soap my legs, I repeated the
process on him.  Well, almost!  I spent a few more moments on his cock,
urgently stroking it and making him cum in the process.

We quickly dried-off, ran our fingers through our wet hair, and dressed in
our separate bedrooms.  Cock dangling, I hurriedly stepped into a pair of
sweatpants, before pulling a slouchy sweatshirt over my head.  It took me
all of a minute to dress.  Dad was sitting in his recliner in the living
room, watching the news on TV, as I walked, barefoot, into the kitchen.

I pulled a chair away from the table, stepping over the seat, straddling it
with my long legs.  And as I rested my chin on the wooden back, I asked,
"Need any help, Mom?"

She just laughed.  "I think we're almost ready to eat," she answered,
bringing a final couple of dishes to the table.  "You just stay put."  She
looked toward the living room.  "Ben, time to eat."  And in a louder voice,
she added, "Eric!  Supper!"

After turning off the TV, Dad took his seat at the table, followed, moments
later, by Eric, who had put on shorts and a T-shirt after our shower.

"Fried chicken, and mashed potatoes and gravy, too.  Wow, my favorite!"
Eric declared, taking his seat at the table.

"I hoped you would like it, Eric," Mom replied, smiling.

The four of us had a great meal, filled with good food and fun conversation
... well, as much fun as a teenager can have with his parents.  But as Mom
passed around a plate of chocolate chip cookies for dessert, Dad spoiled it
all. "Eric, we already know your grades weren't the best this quarter," he
said in a kind voice.

I wouldn't have thought it was possible, but Eric's face blanched, as he
looked down at his empty plate.  He slumped in his chair, making himself
seem smaller.  It was as if all the air went out of his sails.

"No, sir, they weren't," he answered meekly, almost cowering in his seat.
"So you already know."

Mom smiled.  "Ben and I talked to your principal this morning."

"Son," Dad continued what Mom began, "he says your teachers think you can
do better."

"I'm surprised you still wanna call me your son," Eric replied, dejectedly.

"Or course we do," Dad smiled.  "Every boy I've ever known has brought home
a bad report card from time to time."  He looked at me for a moment,
shaking his head, before chuckling.  "Even I wasn't a good student, Eric.
Looking back on my school days, I sure wish I'd tried harder."

Eric looked incredulous ... like he'd never heard an adult admit he had
done anything wrong.

"You mean ... you aren't gonna get mad at me?" he asked, coming to the
realization, yet again, that my folks weren't like his birth parents.

"No boy should have ever had to go through what you've been subjected to,
Eric," Mom stated, with another kind smile.

"You may never be an 'A' student, son ... and then again, maybe you will,"
Ben added.  "But we do expect you to show some improvement next quarter."

"Yeah, I can do that; I know I can!" Eric agreed cheerily.

"I already told him that Chris and I would study with him next quarter," I
said.

Both Dad and Mom were happy with that arrangement; they were REALLY happy
with it.  And, as a matter of fact, I had my first opportunity ... if you
want to call it that ... to study with Eric after all of us cleared off the
table.  Of course, I had homework of my own to complete, but, when dinner
was over, Eric called Kaiden, to let him know he'd be studying with me.  He
collected his books, while I pulled off my sweatshirt and flopped down on
my bed.  I was lying, stretched-out, on my belly, with an English Lit. book
opened in front of me, when Eric joined me in my room.  Right away, he
stripped-off his T-shirt and climbed onto the bed beside me.  He had
reading in several subjects, and quite a few math problems to answer.  I
did my best to help him work through any questions he had.  I gotta tell
you, it was amazing to see the light bulb of understanding turn on in his
head, as he began to grasp the concept of using ratios in problem solving.
Maybe it would even be fun to study with Eric this quarter.  I guess time
would tell about that.

At one point, as I was lying on my back, engrossed in my studies, Eric
spoke up in a halting voice.

"Um, Tyler," he began slowly.  "Do you think I'll have a hot body like
yours one day?"

Chuckling, I replied, "What's so hot about my body?"

"Just about everything," he laughed.  "I mean ... your muscles and your
hair and all."  I hadn't been paying attention, but when I looked, I
noticed Eric's cock was obviously stiff in his pants.  He was sitting
cross-legged on the mattress beside me, watching me intently.
Absentmindedly, Eric rubbed his hand over his lower leg, ruffling the many
dark brown hairs that called that spot their home.

I smiled.

"Hey, I guess you never know about that," I replied.  "I mean, you can have
muscles if you work out, but the hair depends on whether your dad had any,
probably."  I gazed at his hand, petting his leg.  "Lots of guys shave the
hair off their belly and chest, anyway."

"I wouldn't!" he exclaimed, removing his hand from his leg and tentatively
placing it on my taut, muscular stomach.  "I like the way it looks ... and
feels."  His fingers gently fondled my wide happy trail.

"I like the way THAT feels," I said, putting down my textbook.  "Come
here."  I held out my arms, and Eric almost flew into them.  I hugged the
slight boy tightly. "I like the way YOU feel in my arms, too!"  I paused.
"You know; I always wanted a little brother, Eric."

Even though he just lived with us, I knew my folks had high hopes of
becoming Eric's permanent foster parents ... and, maybe, one day adopting
him.  I think all of us wanted THAT to happen!

Though we didn't really DO anything, I held Eric in my arms for a wonderful
eternity that night.  His boyish body was so cuddly and warm against mine,
as we talked.  Did we ever talk!  Eric told me so much about himself,
pouring out his young life's worth of emotions to me.  He had gone through
SO much pain for a guy of thirteen.  I gotta tell you, at more than one
point, both of us had wet eyes ... we really did.

Anyway, when I heard Mom and Dad in the hallway, heading toward their
bedroom, I glanced at the alarm clock.

"Shit, Eric, look at the time," I commented, with a smile.  And as he
turned his face toward the clock, I added, "We'd better call it a night, I
think."

"Yeah, I guess; school tomorrow," he sighed.  Sitting up, he began to
collect his books, while I did the same with mine.  "Say, Tyler ...  could
I ... I mean, would you let me spend the night in here with you?"

"Sure you can, Eric."  I smiled broadly, in my best big-brother way.  "I'd
like that, I really would."

"Thanks!" he answered, face beaming.  Then he seemed to think of something
important that changed his mind.  "Damn, I almost forgot about Kaiden.  I
mean, he's probably wondering why I've been over here all night."

I laughed.

"Eric, Chris knows I wanted to get to know you better tonight.  He'll talk
to Kaiden about it, and your boyfriend will understand.  I know he will."

He smiled again, but gave Kaiden a call, anyway.  After talking for a
couple of minutes, he pocketed his phone.

"All you guys are the best," he said thoughtfully, before dropping his book
pack to the floor beside my bed.  "Everybody out here on the ranch is
... really."

"Everyone here loves you, Eric," I replied, setting the alarm.  "What do
you say we piss, brush our teeth, and hit the hay?"

Laughing, he agreed.  And moments later, after I stepped out of my sweats
and Eric slid off his cut-offs, the two of us climbed, naked, into Chris'
and my double bed.  Since my room is on the front of Mom and Dad's house,
light from the dusk-to-dawn fixture on the barn spills through the window
and onto the bed.  In the faint light, my brother-to-be snuggled his slim
body tightly against mine.  As I enfolded Eric in my arms, he lay his head
on my shoulder ... and in moments, he was asleep.

I drifted off right after him.

Though I can't remember exactly, I must of dreamed of hot guys making love
that night.  At least, my dick was rock-hard, as my body began to slowly
wake.  I felt something poking at my belly ... at first, that was all
... and then, waking further, I began to realize that someone had rolled
his body part way on top of mine.  He was humping me with his stiff cock,
like there was no tomorrow.

Still groggy, I opened my eyes.

The room was mostly dark ... the same as it had been when I'd fallen
asleep.  Eric ... I had gone to bed with Eric last night!  I felt him
tense-up for a long moment; he began to moan loudly; and within seconds, I
felt white-hot cream spurting between our stomachs.  Fuck!  Suddenly, as
his body relaxed against mine, I could feel his heart pounding in his slim
chest.

"Eric, are you awake," I mumbled, barely louder than a whisper, in the
direction of his ear.

No answer.

Wow!  He must have been having a hot dream, too, but he had acted his out
on me!

His head was partially on my shoulder, and partly on the pillow.  And, in
the bluish-colored light from the window, I nuzzled his shadowy hair,
drinking in his Eric-smell.  Damn, I was horny, and I needed to cum in the
worst way!  I kissed Eric's hair, while I gently ran my hand along his
spine ... from his shoulder blades to his crack and back up ... again and
again.

He began to shiver.  And I could feel his skin turn to goose flesh, as he
turned his face toward mine.

"Eric, bro ... wake up," I said, a little louder than before.  I cupped a
taut ass cheek in my hand.

"Hunh," he moaned loudly.  "Wha - what?"  A pause.  "Tyler?"

"Yeah, Eric, it's me," I chuckled softly.  "Kid, you just nutted all over
us."

"No way!" he exclaimed, suddenly awake.  But then he must have noticed his
still-hard cock and felt the gooey stuff between our bodies.  "I did,
didn't I?  Hey ... sorry, man."

"No problem, Eric, but fuck, you made me horny," I replied, easily rolling
Eric onto his back, as I rolled on top of him.  "I gotta get off.  But I
wanna make love to you, Eric.  Are you okay with that?"

"Sure, you bet I am," he answered, in a soft voice.  Then, laughing, he
added, "Take me; I'm yours!"

"Oh, I will ... don't worry about that!" I vowed, kissing Eric on the tip
of his nose.

I clicked on the bedside lamp.

"Hey, I wanna see what I'm doing," I laughed, my eyes poring over the slim,
almost fragile-looking body of the young boy in bed with me.

"And I wanna watch you make love to me, too, Tyler," he added, SO
thoughtfully.  "Not just feel it."

Grasping one of Eric's ankles in each of my hands, I lifted his legs,
spreading them wide.  As I pressed them against the mattress to either side
of his head, I asked Eric to hold them in place with his arms.  With an
expectant smile, he easily hooked his shoulders over his knees.  Doing that
raised his ass off the bed some, and spread his smooth-skinned,
ivory-colored, cheeks as far apart as possible.  Damn ... while Eric wasn't
as flexible as Chris, he sure was close!

"Dude," I exclaimed in a hushed voice, so as not to wake my folks, "you
ought to see yourself here!"

Eric just smiled, in an oh-so-sexy way, as I wet my lips.  Eagerly, I
lowered my mouth to his sweet ass, tonguing over his widely stretched,
boyish cheeks, slicking them with my spit, before directing my mouth to the
area beneath his loosely formed ball sack.  I closed my lips around one
hairless nut, pulling it gently, as Eric moaned incoherently.  And after
giving the same treatment to its brother, I moved further south.  Urgently,
I closed my lips around his inviting, hairless pucker.

"Oh, fuck, Tyler," he declared, right after my tongue slurped over the
entrance to his most secret place.  "I never had anybody do that to me
before.  It feels SO awesome, man!"

The door to Eric's love tunnel was closed tight, at first.

I knocked a couple of times, before lifting my face for a second.  "Eric,
just loosen up as much as you can and let yourself go with the feelings,
okay."

"I'll try my best to relax," he answered.  "I really will."

My tongue went to work on Eric's love muscle again, and little by little, I
felt the tension ... from holding himself in an awkward position, I suppose
... leaving his body.  I could have rimmed the boy for hours that night
... I really could have, because his ass tasted so sweet ... but, finally,
I decided to move on to other things.  I pulled off, licking over the
underside of Eric's mostly hard dick, while I forced the fingers of my
right hand into his mouth.

"Get 'em good and wet, Eric," I urged, as he began to suck on them in
earnest.  "GOOD and wet."

And moments later, after removing my hand, I began toying with his
sphincter with my index finger.  I inserted the tip, causing Eric to moan
softly, before pressing it all the way inside him.  I pulled it all the way
out, then shoved it in all the way.  In and out, in and out of his young
body ... fuck, I literally had Eric going crazy with the sensations, as he
shook his head from side to side.  With my finger all the way inside him, I
pressed the pointer on my other hand up against his hole.

"I'm gonna try it with two," I stated, forcing the second finger in
alongside the first.

His body clamped down on it for a second.

"Shit, Tyler!" Eric moaned, in a sex-induced fog.  But, after I began to
fuck him with the second finger, as well, he added, "Oh, yeah, dude."

Looking back on it, I have to smile to myself.  I finger fucked Eric to
within an inch of his young life, pulling, pushing, and stretching.  And
with his body quivering with desire, I lubed my cock head with the gallons
of precum that had collected in my foreskin.  (Okay ... so there weren't
really gallons; sue me, already!  lol)

In the wee hours of the morning, I belatedly welcomed Eric into our family,
by passionately making love to him.  After both of us had shot our wads,
and my new younger brother unfolded, I kissed him tenderly.  Maybe Mom and
Dad would never be able to become Eric's permanent foster parents, much
less adopt him, but after my night with him, I hoped more than ever that it
was going to happen!  And I knew without a doubt that Eric felt that way
too.

***

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