Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2010 21:13:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 33

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
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This chapter was a lot of fun to write!  I hope you enjoy it.

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Chapter Thirty three:

(Kaiden narrates.)

For the next hour or so, Eric and I made love to each other; and, finally,
after we were as sexually satisfied as a couple of horny, thirteen year old
boys ever can be, both of us drifted off to sleep.  Other than a little
noise from the next room, I think most everyone else was already sawing
z's.  Well, maybe Ryan and Cole were still going at it, but I don't think
they ever slept much!

Anyway, I don't have any idea what time it was, when something woke me up.
I couldn't have been sleeping for long, though, because the candles were
still burning, and it was pitch black outside the windows.  Except for some
light snoring from the other room, the house was quiet.  With a sudden
moan, Eric's body twitched beside mine.

'It was probably just Eric dreaming,' I thought, closing my eyes.

But, as I was about to drift off to sleep, I heard something unexpected.
It was a fairly loud tapping, which came from one of the upstairs bedrooms,
followed by what sounded like voices.  Glancing around the shadowy living
room of the decrepit house, a chill ran down my spine!

'What the fuck is going on?' I wondered.  'Who's upstairs, anyway?'
Immediately, I was wide-awake; my body was stiff ... on pins and needles.

Rolling toward me, Eric moaned loudly, as he flopped an arm over my hip.

I had thought he was still asleep, but when his fingers began to grope my
side, I whispered, "Eric, are you awake?"

"Hey, Kaiden," he mumbled, on the edge of wakefulness.

The tapping sounded again, louder this time.

"Did you hear that, Eric?" I asked, in a hoarse whisper.

"Yeah," he replied.  Suddenly, he was wide-awake and seemed really
frightened.  "You don't think it's that ghost, do you?"

"I - I don't know WHAT it is," I answered truthfully.  Surely, it couldn't
be a ghost ... surely, it couldn't ... but in the semi-darkness of the old
homestead, anything seemed possible.

We were silent for a while, listening for what might come next, when
someone or someTHING giggled from upstairs.

"That sounded a lot like Jared," I declared, the relief apparent in my
voice.  "I bet it's just the guys trying to scare us."

"Are you sure?" Eric whispered loudly, but he seemed to be relieved, too.

"Yeah ... it's GOTTA be them," I added confidently, hearing footsteps on
the creaking floor above us.  Then, another thought crossed my mind.
"Chris said he'd get even with me for swatting him, remember."

"Uh huh," Eric said, rubbing his eyes with balled-up fists.  "But he
already DID that, didn't he?"

"I thought so," I replied, contemplatively.  Neither of us spoke for a
moment or two, until we again heard voices from upstairs.  Even though they
weren't all that loud, I stated, "One of those guys was Chris, I'm almost
sure of it!"

"Well, I guess there's only one way to find out for SURE, sure," Eric
answered, sitting up and taking our cover with him.  The fire in the stove
had obviously died down, because the air was chilly on my bare skin.  "Come
on, Kaiden," he added, standing to his feet, while wrapping the sleeping
bag around his boyish, naked shoulders.  It gaped open in front, allowing
me a perfect view of his almost limp manhood ... damn!

Pulling the bottom bag ... which was still warm from our combined body heat
... around myself, I rolled onto the bare floor and stood beside my lover.
He took a step to our right, in the direction of the stairway.

"Wait a minute, Eric," I said.  In the shadows of the flickering
candlelight, he turned his questioning face to mine and I kissed him,
before telling him I thought we ought to check in the other room ... where
the older teens were supposedly sleeping ... first.

"Great idea!" he exclaimed, in a soft, but confident, voice.  "Let's do it,
then."

After stepping gingerly, to avoid the sleeping bodies of Drew and Brianne,
and then David and Devon, Eric followed me through the doorway into what
had once been a dining room.  In the light from a couple of strategically
placed candles, it was obvious that three people were missing: Chris,
Tyler, and Jared.

Under one bedroll, Samantha lay on top of Luke ... probably still impaled
on his black cock ... while, beneath another cover, Robert and Amy cuddled
arm-in-arm.  Even though they were sleeping, both of their faces wore the
smiles of a couple who had finally consummated their love for each other.
Brad and Colton were asleep under a third set of blankets, in the shadows
near the wood stove, and poor Carlos lay alone, loosely wrapped in his
sleeping bag.

"Damn those guys," I laughed, barely louder than a whisper, as I reached
for one of the two candle holders.  "I think we ought to scare THEM, Eric."

Eric agreed.  "Yeah, Kaiden, we should get them good for trying to scare
us."  Smiling broadly, he took the second candle.  Leaving our sleeping
friends in darkness, we headed back into the living room.

As we approached the staircase, the faint glow from a candle or two drifted
down from the second floor ... something neither of us had noticed before.
The first stair creaked a bit under my weight, and I stopped dead in my
tracks, afraid that the older guys might have heard us.  But after several
seconds, when none of their faces appeared, I cautiously took the next step
... testing it gingerly, before doing the same with the third.  Eric slowly
followed in my footsteps.

A little over halfway up, one stair was especially noisy, and I finally
just avoided it altogether, by stepping over it and taking two.
Thankfully, the rest of them were mostly quiet.  When I got to the top, I
blew out my candle.  Eric did the same, and we stood side-by-side waiting
for our eyes to adjust to the dim light, which filtered from an open
bedroom door, into the short hallway in front of us.

From the front bedroom ... the one with the caved-in roof ... Chris
laughed.

"I wonder if we've woken up anybody downstairs, yet?" he asked, in a low
voice.

"If he's awake, Kaiden's probably scared shitless by now," Tyler replied,
stifling a chuckle.

Chris snickered.

"Fuck, yeah!" he agreed.  Then, in a quiet voice, he added, "It IS a spooky
old place though.  I wish we'd have brought all the candles with us."

All three boys laughed ... uneasily, it seemed to me ... before Jared
replied, "Don't tell me YOU'RE gonna wimp out on us now, Chris."

"No way; I was just saying..." Chris tried to affirm, but I heard the
hesitation in his voice.

I smiled in the darkness, while whispering to Eric, "HE'S afraid!"

In my mind's eye, at least, my boyfriend smiled back at me, as one of the
older guys rapped on the bedroom wall.  I suppose that was the tapping
noise which had wakened me.

Maybe some guys would have devised an elaborate plan to scare our brothers
and Jared, but Eric and I didn't need to.  The feeble light, from the
partially open doorway to the front bedroom, flickered, and I felt a puff
of cold wind on my ankles.

"Shit, Chris, block the wind with your hand," Tyler instructed, in a louder
voice than necessary.  But it was too late; suddenly, all of us were in
darkness.  "Fuckin' no way!" my oldest brother continued.  "Did anybody
bring a match?"

Of course, nobody had.

"At least, there's a full moon tonight," Chris observed, "so it's not
completely dark in here."

Maybe in the bedroom there was a little light, but, in the darkness of the
hallway, as he moved closer to me, Eric bumped into something.  He gasped
loudly, before his body fell against mine, pressing us against the wall.

"Did you guys hear that?" Jared asked.

"It ... it sounded like it came from the hall," Chris replied, his voice
getting closer.  "Hey, there's someone out here."

Eric and I froze.

"Where?" Jared asked.

"Some - somebody just went into that bedroom down the hall," Chris
declared, in a halting voice.

What the fuck was Chris talking about, anyway?

The doors to both other bedrooms were behind Eric and me ... and, before
the older boys stepped out of the front bedroom, I turned my head to check
them out.  Shit!  A chill ran down my spine.  I could have sworn both doors
had been closed earlier, but one of them now gaped open, spilling faint,
bluish light onto the hall floor.

"It was a big guy; I saw his shadow in the moonlight when he walked through
THAT door," Chris added, as he, Jared, and Tyler stood in the doorway of
the front room.  "He was wearing a robe, or something, over his head."

"It was probably just Cole, wrapped in a sleeping bag," Tyler said, as he
stepped through the door ... but no farther.  The other two were right
behind him.  "Cole..." he called out, but no one answered.  Groping in the
darkness, I suppose, Tyler's fumbling fingers brushed against my sleeping
bag.  "Who's out here?" he asked ... a mixture of fear and gruffness in his
voice.

"It's just us," Eric answered.

"Us?" Tyler asked.  "You and who else were trying to scare us, Eric?"

"Only Kaiden and me; I'm sorry," Eric replied, sheepishly.

"Damn, Chris ... your kid brother and his boyfriend!" Jared tossed out.

"Were these the guys you saw, Chris?" Tyler questioned, taking charge.

"I ... I don't THINK so, Tyler.  I mean..." Chris sputtered.

"We've been over here, against the wall, since Eric bumped into me," I
started to explain, before Chris interjected, "So THAT'S what we heard."
Boldly, I continued, "But, hey, it serves you right, if we DID scare you
guys.  You were trying to make us pee in our pants."  Chuckling softly, I
added, "If we'd been wearing any, that is."

All of us laughed.

"But that still doesn't explain what I saw," Chris responded, quieting the
laughter.

"I think we need some light, so we can check everything out," Tyler stated,
authoritatively.  "Jared, you and Chris go downstairs and get some candles
... and see if you can find the matches, too.  And, maybe, bring up the
other guys ... if they're already awake."

"You bet!" Jared exclaimed, shuffling his way toward the light from the
stairwell, with Chris in tow.

Chris said something to Jared about the intruder still being in the back
bedroom.  And while Jared replied that Chris had just been seeing things,
the two of them gave the open bedroom door as wide a berth as they could.
Nothing happened; I mean, no hand reached out to grab them, or anything, as
they hurried by the doorway, before thundering down the stairs.

"So, Tyler, do YOU think Chris really saw something?" Eric questioned, in a
timid voice.

Our older brother clucked his tongue.

"I never thought Chris was the kind of guy who'd make up shit like that
... but damn, I don't know," the sixteen year old hunk replied.  He paused
for a second, as all three of us stared at the open bedroom door.  "You two
can get under this sleeping bag with me, though .... if you wanna, that
is."

Sometimes, the three years that separated us seemed like nothing at all.
But at that moment, it was like Tyler was an adult ... and we were still
little boys.  Neither Eric nor I seemed concerned that, only a couple of
minutes earlier, the older guys had been trying to frighten us.  I suppose
our fear of the unknown was too strong.  Without any hesitation, both Eric
and I dropped the covers from off our naked shoulders, before scurrying
under the warmth of Tyler's.  Our brother's strong arms enfolded us to his
nude body ... Eric to his right side and me to his left.

Both Eric and I instinctively snugged-up against our protector.  His manly,
hard body felt awesome against my still-boyish form, as I snaked my arm
behind my brother.  Apparently Eric had the same idea, because my hand
touched his wrist, before crossing over it, and talking hold of Tyler's
firm, right butt cheek.  Eric gripped the left ... his fingers grazing my
hip in the process.

"Fuck, yeah," Tyler chuckled, hugging us more tightly.  "You two sure know
how to make a guy forget what's been going on around him, and concentrate
on what's REALLY important!"

Encouraged by his comments, I squeezed the fleshy globe, as my other hand
began to trace the muscle definition in his chest.  I'd always thought that
Chris had awesome muscles, but I guess Tyler had been working on his for an
extra year.  Right then and there, I vowed to myself, yet again, that I had
to have a hard body.  And I'd do whatever it took to get one.

Thoughts of my younger brother, Ryan, being with Cole every night ... with
HIS hard body ... crossed my mind.  Though I loved Eric fully, damn, was I
ever envious!

"Man, your dick's hard!" Eric exclaimed, bringing me back to reality.

I giggled softly.

My boyfriend could have been talking about me, but, when Tyler began to
moan, I realized that Eric was stroking his uncut penis.

"Fuck, what I couldn't do if you two guys were in bed with me right now,"
Tyler commented, thoughtfully, it seemed.

While I wasn't quite sure what Tyler had in mind, I knew I wanted to find
out, without wasting any time.  Unfortunately, just then, Cole, Jared,
Colton, and Brad, followed closely by Chris, came up the stairs.  They were
carrying a couple of candles each, and talking among themselves.

"Well, one thing's for sure ... it wasn't Cole who I saw go into that
bedroom," Chris stated.  "He was sound asleep."

Suddenly, I was frightened again.  But, when Tyler let go of Eric's and my
shoulders, and nodded toward our discarded sleeping bags, I reluctantly
released my grip on him.

"Which room are you talking about?" Cole asked, taking charge of the
situation.

"That one, right over there," Chris replied, nodding toward the open door
of the back bedroom.

The guys handed a candle to each of us.  It's amazing what a little light
can do.  Suddenly, the dusty, old upstairs didn't seem quite so scary.

"Who's in there?" Cole gruffly called out.

No one answered.

"We know you're in there," Chris added boldly, before exaggerating, "You
might as well give up.  There are over thirty of us in this house; we've
got you WAY outnumbered."

Still no reply.

A sleepy Ryan stumbled up the stairs.

"What's going on, anyways?" he asked, yawning.

"I think Chris saw somebody in that bedroom," Colton answered, nodding
toward the room that held all our rapt attention.

"Fuck, we're gonna have to go in and get him, I guess," Tyler said, taking
a step toward the open bedroom door.

"Wait a minute.  What if the guy has a gun, or knife, or something?" Eric
asked, in a frightened voice.

"If he had a gun, I think we'd know about it by now, don't you, guys?"
Jared answered, glancing around.  Then, he laughed.  "Shit, if you ask me,
big brave Chris, here, was just seeing things."

Chris took a menacing step toward Jared, as Cole replied, "I agree about
the gun, Jared."  In a louder voice he demanded, "Whoever's in there, come
out here right now!"

No response, but a puff of chilly air blew from the open door.

"What the..." Cole began, as he cautiously approached the back bedroom.
Holding his candle high, he poked his arm into the room.  Another gust of
air extinguished the flame.  "I think the window's open in there," he
continued.  Withdrawing his arm, he relit the candle.

Emboldened by that news, I suppose, several of the guys ... en-masse
... entered the bedroom.

"There's nobody in here!?!" Chris declared.  The relief was evident in his
voice, but it was also mixed with amazement.

Immediately, Eric, Colton, Ryan, and I followed them into the room.  It was
mostly empty, except for a broken-down dresser beside one of the two
windows ... the one that was wide-open.  A rusty set of bedsprings was
propped haphazardly against the front wall.  Dusty footprints crisscrossed
the room.

"What did I tell you?" Jared laughed.  "Nothing.  Nobody."  He patted Chris
on the back.  "Big, brave Chris!"

My brother shook his head.

"What if it really WAS a ghost?" Eric asked, wide-eyed.

Cole chuckled, hugging both Eric and Ryan.

"Well, guys, if it was a ghost, there's nothing we can do about it."  He
laughed harder.  "And if it was an intruder, he's probably long gone by
now."  He glanced at the open window, while relaxing his hugs.  "Let's
check outside, though, just in case he broke a leg, or something, when he
jumped out of the window."

Cole took hold of the sash and pulled the window closed.  It rode roughly
in its tracks.

"Did anybody hear this open?" he asked, raising the window again.  The
loose panes of glass rattled.

No one answered that he had.

"That's sure weird ... unless it was already open," Cole replied; but,
after a moment's contemplation, he shrugged his shoulders and closed the
window again.

As a group, all of us left the bedroom, marched down the stairs ... waking
a few more guys in the process ... and out the front door.  Because of the
breeze, our candles wouldn't stay lit, but, in the cold of the early
morning ... and by the light of the full moon ... we searched the ground
under the open window.

None of us found anything out of place ... not that we really knew what
things had looked like before ... but, at least, there wasn't a bleeding
body lying on the ground.

Shrugging his shoulders, while glancing up at the window, Cole stated, "I
guess we'll just have to call it a mystery."  He thoughtfully shook his
head, before heading for the front door.  "Let's get back inside where it's
warmer."

He didn't have to say it twice.  All of us were more than ready to get out
of the cold wind that blew down from the mountains, as we hurried back into
the house.  A couple of guys threw more wood on the dying fires, and, in no
time, our makeshift bedrooms were cozy and warm.  Most of my friends, who
had been roused by all the commotion, went back to sleep right away.  But
Eric, Chris, Tyler, and I sat up and talked for a few minutes, as our minds
wound down from all the excitement.

Chris still swore he had seen someone upstairs.  However, I've never been
sure if that was because he really DID see someone ... or he was just
trying to save face.

Before long, Eric began to yawn.

"I can't keep my eyes open," he stated, with a tired chuckle.  "I've gotta
go to bed."

"But, I'm still not sleepy," I replied.  My dick was hard, and seriously
needing release.

"Me, either, Kaiden," Tyler agreed, a lustful glint in his deep blue eyes.

"Come on, Eric; let's us go to bed then," Chris suggested, dick hanging
limply.  Lithely, he stood to his feet, before collecting his sleeping bag.

Eric did the same.

"'Night guys," Chris added, turning his butt towards us.  Loosely draping
an arm over Eric's bare shoulder, he shepherded my boyfriend toward the
dining room.

When they reached the door, Eric glanced sleepily in my direction.  "Have
fun, Kaiden!"

He tried to smile.

"Don't worry; he will," Tyler answered, grinning expectantly.

"You KNOW Tyler will show him a good time," Chris agreed, between yawns.

Eric was finally smiling that special smile of his, as he and Chris
disappeared through the door.

Tyler turned his hot-looking face to mine.

"Hmmmmmmm, Kaiden, now I wonder...  What could a couple of horny guys
possibly find to do in the middle of the night, anyway?"

Answering his own question, he brought his mouth to mine and our lips met
in a passionate kiss.

We'd fooled around a couple of times before then, but we had never really
made love.  Man oh man, was Tyler ever a great kisser!  Fuck!  He left me
speechless by the way he kissed ... but I wanted more, that's for damn
sure!  Our tongues dueled, slowly and lovingly at first, but then, with
much more urgency.

Pulling away for a moment, Tyler stated, in a sex-slurred voice, "I'm SO
turned on; man, I've always wanted to do this with you, Kaiden.  I've
dreamed about it ... a lot!  You're SUCH a hot guy."

"You mean that YOU'VE dreamed about ME?" I asked, amazed by the thought.

"About US doing THIS," Tyler laughed softly.  "Chris doesn't know how
often, but yeah, I've dreamed about us a lot."

"Fuck!" I answered, smiling.

Twining my fingers in Tyler's dark brown hair, I held his lips against
mine.  Talking was fine, but kissing was WAY better!  I had been SO jealous
of Tyler, back when he and Chris first met, because he took my first love
from me.  But I could see why Chris was drawn to him: I was just a kid,
with a kid's body.  However, in my eyes, at least, Tyler was the perfect
specimen of a developed teenager: a lithe, muscular, but not overdeveloped
body; long, uncut cock; rich tan from a summer in the sun, which, after
almost three months of school, was just now beginning to fade; blue eyes to
die for; and enough body hair to make things interesting.

And, to top it all off, he had just the right amount of cockiness, making
him so much fun to be around!  Yeah, for sure, Tyler was the complete
package.

We kissed for a blissful eternity, as Tyler lavished kisses all over my
face and neck.  Then he gave me the opportunity to do the same to him.  The
sparse, but dark, teen boy stubble on his cheeks and upper lip tickled my
lips and tongue, heightening my arousal, if that was possible.

Precum entered my steely shaft, and each beat of my heart pumped it toward
my slit.

Taking a moment out, in order to try to make things last, we spread our
sleeping bags on the floor between our slumbering friends.  Then, after
gently laying me on my back, Tyler took over the lovemaking.  Opening my
arms and legs wide, he lay his big-boy torso on top of my smaller frame.
If I hadn't been so aroused, his weight would have probably felt
uncomfortable, but, in my horny state, the sensation of Tyler's skin
against mine was nothing short of amazing.  Body writhing rhythmically, he
humped his throbbing, uncut cock against mine.

Propping himself up on strong arms, Tyler chuckled, "You're leaking, big
time, Kaiden!"

"No way!" I exclaimed, meaning just the opposite.

Our eyes locked.  It was as if I had fallen into a couple of deep blue
pools.  I could have peered into those eyes forever, I think, as, moaning
deeply, Tyler ground his pole into my small tangle of pubes.  Suddenly,
finding myself right on the edge of climax, I wrapped my arms and legs
tightly around Tyler's body.

I thrust furiously.

"Oh, shit!" I cried out.  "I'm gonna nut, Tyler!  I'm fuckin' gonna nut!"

Tyler lightly stroked my sides with his fingertips.  "Fuck, yeah, cum for
me, Kaiden.  Slime our bodies good."

"Oh, yeah!" I exclaimed, each time I shot.  There were four or five of
them, I think.

While I was still shooting, Tyler declared incredulously, "Oh, fuck, man
... I don't believe it!  I'm gonna cum, too!  I'm gonna cum, too!"

I don't know why that should have been a surprise ... cumming is what teen
guys do best!

Suddenly, things were really squishy between our bellies, and, then,
Tyler's body began to convulse uncontrollably with his powerful climax.  We
kissed passionately, as our racing hearts slowed to a more normal rhythm.

After our orgasms had run their course, we licked each other clean Both of
us savored the taste of our combined loads; wow, was it ever a delicious
treat!  We cuddled and kissed softly for a few moments, but, instead of
being sleepy and going limp, the way things happen a lot of the time, both
our cocks were up for more fun.  I'm not sure what was going through
Tyler's mind, but I SURE wanted to take full advantage of this opportunity
to be with my hunky, oldest brother.

As usually happens with horny guys, our kissing quickly became passionate.
This time, though, I took charge.  After rolling on top of Tyler, I
straddled his hips with my spread legs.  Reluctantly, I broke the kiss,
before sitting back on his muscular, hairy thighs.

Tracing the definition of his rock-hard pecs with my index finger, I
commented, "Damn, you're the sexiest guy I've ever known, Tyler."  I toyed
with his firm, dark nipples ... first one, and then the other.

"It was just for guys like you and your brother, that I made my body hard,"
he answered.  Then, with a famous Tyler smirk, he added, "Well, I guess,
MAY-be, I might have done it a little bit for myself, too."

We both laughed.  It was probably a LOT for himself, but the rest of us
also got to enjoy the benefits of his hard work.

Anyway, in the shadowy light from the candles, I lovingly ... but, oh so
enviously ... stroked Tyler's nearly smooth-skinned, manly chest.  My
fingertips played with a couple of chest hairs, which had strayed away from
his hairy belly, before moving south.  While fingering his stomach hair, I
poked at Tyler's belly button with my other finger, making him giggle.
Smiling broadly, I jabbed that ultra-sensitive spot again ... and again.

Squirming, my oldest brother closed his hands around mine, telling me,
without words, that it was time to stop with the navel play.  Taking the
hint, I lifted my hands ... bringing his with mine ... until his brushed
against my genitals.  Instinctively, Tyler grasped hold of my throbbing
cock with his right, while his left stroked my sagging jewels.

"Unnnnnh," I moaned, tensing-up, as Tyler squeezed my right ball a bit too
hard.

"You like that, huh?" he chuckled, releasing my dick and taking hold of my
other ball, squeezing it, too.

No way, was I gonna tell Tyler I DIDN'T enjoy what he was doing, but, man,
he was almost TOO rough with my nuts.  I clenched my teeth for a moment,
but I didn't go soft; I was WAY too turned-on for that to happen!  Anyway,
taking my cock in one hand and Tyler's in the other, I leaned forward,
kissing Chris' lover, first on the lips, then on the chin and neck.

"Oh, fuck!" Tyler purred softly.  "I wanna suck you, Kaiden.  And I need to
be in your mouth, right now, too.  Let's 69, okay?"

Answering with my actions, I spun my body around, until I was kneeling over
Tyler's face.  Eagerly, he took hold of my penis and directed it between
his waiting lips.  Oh, man, was Tyler good at sexual stuff!  Wetly, he
slurped over my sensitive cock head; and, not thinking, I thrust my hips
too hard.  Suddenly, I was all the way into Tyler's throat.

He gagged; and, right away, I pulled out.  But, though the saliva was sure
flowing, he didn't complain too much.  Laughing, he said he had wanted to
take me all the way ... just not so quickly.  Anyway, I tried to keep my
hips pulled back, as I played with Tyler's dick, skinning the head and then
covering it with his long, silky foreskin.  I nuzzled Tyler's belly hair
and trimmed pubes for a while, before taking his throbbing penis into my
mouth.  Concentrating my efforts on the head and upper shaft, at first, I
began to suck gently.  I guess I shouldn't have been surprised ... but I
was ... when Tyler's foreskin slipped over his swollen head.

My tongue was playing with the new toy, when I felt a couple of Tyler's
fingers in his mouth alongside my dick.  And, seconds later, as he removed
them, my cock slid into Tyler's throat again.  He didn't gag this time,
though.  Instead, he wrapped an arm around my ass, holding me in place, and
began to hum.

Fuck, it felt SO amazing ... and when he slid a finger into my asshole, I
thought I'd died and gone to heaven!

I swallowed him all the way to the base, and the faint, but pungent, scent
of his manhood ... from a guy who always kept himself clean, but hadn't
showered in several hours ... filled my nostrils.  I breathed deeply again
and again, filling my lungs with 'Essence of Tyler'.  It was as if I
couldn't get enough of the guy.  Well, it wasn't 'as if' ... I COULDN'T get
enough of him!

When I began to hum, too, Tyler went wild ... or as wild as a guy can get
with someone's body on top of him and a cock stuffed down his throat.  I'm
not sure how he knew I was so close to cumming, but Tyler stopped humming,
with me teetering on the brink of release.  Relaxing the pressure on my
butt cheek, he turned his head some, and my cock head slipped out of his
throat.

Rubbing my prostate, he finger fucked me harder and faster, until I filled
his mouth with my fourth or fifth cum since the party began, hours earlier.
I slid Tyler's still-throbbing cock out of my mouth, as my orgasm wound
down.

After he'd sucked the last drop of cum from me, Tyler said he wanted to
make love to my ass, and fill me with his potent sperm.  I'm not sure if
fucking a guy senseless qualifies as making love, but I sure enjoyed every
minute of it!

Tyler filled me twice, before his sexual appetite was satisfied.  We fell
asleep in each other's arms, with his dick still up my ass.  I was sore in
the morning, let me tell you.  But, man, was it ever worth it!

***

Well, I finally finished this chapter.  I sure hope you enjoyed reading it
as much as I enjoyed writing it!

If you would like to join the Yahoo! Group for my stories, you can do that
here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ill_suck_you/join And if you've never
read the earlier stories in this series, you might enjoy them.  They're
also in the Gay/Incest area of the Nifty Archive.

"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

Or you can go to the "Prolific Authors" tab and scroll down to my pen name
... Photo Guy.

Have a great week, guys!  Greg