Date: Fri, 13 Nov 2009 00:20:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: More is Better ch 9

More is Better

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

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from the author.

This is a fictional story ... any similarities to actual people, places,
events or other entities is purely coincidental.  The story involves gay
sex between family members and their friends, and is written solely for the
reading enjoyment of people who aren't offended by material of this type!
If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live,
please leave now.

***

Notice to all readers:

It is with extreme sadness I have to announce that Steve ... who has helped
me immeasurably with the story over the past two and a half years ... has
had to give up his position as researcher and story consultant for personal
reasons.  Many of you probably don't know how much assistance he has given
me during that time.  If not for Steve, the story would have ended with
"I'll Suck You".  I had told everything, and much more, I had planned for
the guys ... and I was completely out of ideas.  The two of us came up with
the idea of using the ranch as a larger element in it, and the story
bloomed from there.  Several of the characters: the Lopez family, Luke,
Jared, Devon, and all the ranch staff and cowboys were conceived by him and
fleshed out by me ... with a generous dose of his vast knowledge about
people, cowboys, and life in general.  Steve grew up on a ranch in the
west, and he has had foster kids in the past ... some of them having been
abused.  All of you know the large part both of those themes have played in
the story.

He will be sorely missed!

Greg

***

Chapter Nine:

(Ryan tells us this one.)

The electricity was still off after breakfast.

And right after eating, Devon and Jared had to leave for home.  Of course,
neither of them had been wearing raincoats yesterday when they had ridden
over to our place, but Josh had a stash of emergency ponchos in a wooden
bin just inside the back door ... not that they'd been needed lately.  He
gave one to each of our friends, and they seemed more than happy to slip
the thin plastic bags over their heads.

Doorknob in hand, Jared turned his head toward Chris ... who had followed
the Myers boys to the door ... and declared, "Damn, I had the MOST fun with
you guys!  I always do ... whenever I spend the night here."  He laughed.
"My butt is sore, but it was SO worth it!  Thanks, Chris ... and you too,
Tyler."

With a sly grin, Tyler replied, "Any time your ass needs stretching, you
know where we live!"

"Deal," Jared said simply.  Laughing, he opened the door.

"I'll be looking forward to it," Chris replied ... and then, with a
cockeyed grin he added, "Until the problem with the bathtub, I had the best
time."  Through his jeans, he rubbed his hand over a taut butt cheek.
Probably, it still ached; but he managed a grin, anyway, "I still think one
of you guys must have pushed me."

"We'll never tell ... right, Tyler?" Jared shot back.  And as Tyler smiled
and agreed, Jared added, "Well, we'd better be going.  I'm sure Dad's
already wondering why it's taking us so long."  He took a couple of steps
outside into the rain, before looking back toward the door.

His brother hadn't followed him.

"Come on, Devon," Jared demanded.

"Okay, okay, I'm coming."  Even though he was wearing a denim jacket under
his poncho, the younger boy seemed to shiver as he stepped outside.  "Damn,
this rain is cold.  I even think there's snow mixed in with it!"

"No way!" Kaiden exclaimed, rushing to the door to get a look.

Eric and I followed him, but there really wasn't anything to see.  Maybe a
few slushy snowflakes were falling with the rain, but they weren't even
white.

"Devon, I'll see you in school, tomorrow," Eric yelled after our friend.

Devon called back that he'd see all of us then, and moments later both boys
disappeared into the stables.  After a final look toward the barn, Kaiden
closed the door.

"I don't envy them, riding in this slop," Josh commented.  "I'd better call
their folks and let them know their boys are on the way home."

He dialed a number from memory, telling whoever answered that Jared and
Devon were saddling up their horses and were about to leave for home.  With
a smile, for the person on the other end of the line, I suppose, Josh hung
up the phone.

"So, I guess the power is going to be out for a while," Tim stated
ruefully.  "It's sure been off longer than half an hour."

Agreeing, Josh replied, "We can always hope the electric company gets us
back on line before too much longer, but like I said before, I wouldn't
count on it."

He smiled, when Eric dejectedly commented, "And I wanted to play video
games this morning."

It really sucked to be without power!

"I guess I'd better head out to the studio," Cole said, somewhat
reluctantly, I thought.  Maybe he was saddle-sore from the workout he got
yesterday ... or that I gave him last night.  While still seated on his
stool, yawning, my boyfriend stretched his arms and legs.  "Chance wasn't
sure what time he'd be able to start this morning ... but I ought to get
everything set up and at least start taking measurements, with or without
him."  Making no move to get up, however, he glanced toward the clock on
the microwave and smiled.  "Damn, I'm lost when the power goes out!"

Everyone laughed, or shook his head in agreement.

"Can I come out and watch you guys?" I asked, eagerly.

Cole chuckled.  "Sure!"  Then he seemed to have second thoughts, before
adding, "That is, if it's okay with you, Josh."

Josh laughed, while shaking his head 'yes'.

"Maybe Cole will teach you how to do carpentry, Ryan," Ben suggested, with
a smile.

"Hey ... I just might do that," Cole replied, glancing toward me with a
devious twinkle in his gray eyes.  Then he looked toward my dads, and
sober-faced, he added, "I think a guy Ryan's age OUGHT to learn everything
he can about pounding nails!"

Cole's and my eyes locked on each other.

"SOME nails, at least," I laughed.  My cock, which hadn't been hard,
immediately began to fill with blood, as I remembered the conversation and
fun time Cole and I had enjoyed in the studio the other night.

"Hey, I think there's something weird going on between those two," Chris
snickered, fixing his eyes on us.  He shook his head.  "More than we
ALREADY know about, I mean."

Everyone smiled; but, except for Cole, the other guys really didn't know
what the two of us were referring to ... and neither of us offered to clue
them in.  Pounding nails would remain a private joke between us ... and it
is one that both Cole and I have brought up many times between then and
now.  No matter what we might be going through ... and I've gotta tell you,
we've been through a lot ... it has never failed to put a smile on our
faces.

Anyway, as Cole was trying to make himself get up and start moving, the
refrigerator motor clicked on and back off.

"Hey ... that sounded encouraging!" Josh commented.  "If it wasn't just the
generator trying to kick in."

He slipped off his stool, walked to the wall switches near the door, and
flipped a couple to the 'on' position.  The lights were still off; but then
they came on ... and they stayed lit!  The refrigerator motor sputtered for
a moment, caught, and began to hum contentedly.

"Yay!" Eric exclaimed.  "Come on, Kaiden.  Let's go downstairs and play
Madden football."

"Even if the weather IS bad, I don't want you boys to spend all your Sunday
morning plopped down in front of the TV," Tim stated, as Kaiden and Eric
prepared to head downstairs.

"We won't," Kaiden promised, following Eric out of the room.  And as they
disappeared from sight, he added to his new brother, "Maybe we can go out
to the barn, and I can help you with roping practice when it warms up a
little."

"Sure!" Eric responded from the hallway.

Even after we heard their footsteps on the stairs, Tim continued to gaze,
transfixed, at the doorway.  He seemed to be deep in thought.

Finally, breaking the spell, he shook his head and smiled, "Damn, it looks
like Eric is starting to feel right at home among us."

"I really think he is," Tina replied.  "Last night, he even asked if he
could start calling me mom."

"That's great news!" Josh agreed.  "After everything he's been through, I
really hope he finds happiness out here with us."

"What's not to like about this family?" Cole stated, before turning toward
me.  "Are you sure you wouldn't rather go downstairs with them, Ryan?"

Playing video games with my brothers would be fun ... there was no denying
that fact ... but I also enjoyed being around Cole as much as I possibly
could.  It seemed like he was never able to spend as much time on the ranch
as I wanted him to.  I sure wanted to take advantage of whatever time I had
with him!

"No, I'll help you in the studio," I replied, sliding off of my stool.
"But I need to get my jacket first."

"Hey, while you're upstairs, will you get mine, too?" Cole asked, with a
sigh.  It was obvious to just about anyone that he wasn't looking forward
to the task at hand ... probably not because of the work, but because of
the cold rain.  However, steeling himself, he glanced toward Josh for a
moment, before adding, "I'll be up and ready to go when you get back with
it."

With a big smile on my face, I hustled out of the kitchen and up to my
room.  As I opened the bedroom door on the stuffy room, the pungent odor of
cum filled my nostrils.

'And not just ANY cum, but Cole's and mine,' I thought with a smile,
grinning and shaking my head, before I collected our jackets and headed
back downstairs.

We put on rain ponchos, and slipped rubber mud boots over our shoes
... they were way too big, for me, at least ... before hustling across the
yard to the studio.  Chance was nowhere to be seen; I guess he had other
stuff he wanted or needed to get done that morning.  But after Cole and I
dragged a couple of well-used sawhorses from the tool shed to the studio,
we made a few more trips through the rain for tools, shop lights,
stepladders, and several extension cords.  It took a while, but finally we
had everything set up to Cole's liking.

"Brrrrr, we could use some heat in here," Cole shivered, after pulling his
poncho over his good-looking head.

Fuck, I idolized him so!

He ran his fingers through his thick, dark red hair, loosely combing it
into place.  "I guess we'll just need to keep warm by working hard."

There were other ways we could keep warm, too; but I agreed with him, as I
took off my rain gear.  We hung our ponchos on a couple of pegs to
drip-dry, before removing our wet, muddy boots and setting them on the new
concrete floor beneath, and to the side of them.

"I've got a feeling this old barn is a LONG ways from square," Cole
commented, shaking his head.

From the way he said it, I supposed that was a bad thing.

"We'd better take some measurements of our own and compare them to what the
blueprint SAYS they ought to be," he added, unclipping a large metal
measuring tape from the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

Even though his pants were baggy, I thought I could make out his long,
dangling cock snaking down the left leg.  Maybe it was just my imagination,
but anyway, glancing in that direction, I smirked, "I can think of
something else I'd like to measure this morning."

Cole grinned knowingly.  "Later, big guy; right now we've gotta get to
work!"

"Okay," I sighed.

With a resigned smile, I took the end of the tape measure and walked
briskly across the floor, extending it.  Then I laid it on the concrete,
near one of the side walls, following Cole's instructions to the letter.
We took several measurements of the wall: from end-to-end and
floor-to-ceiling in several places along the almost seventy foot long
(sixty-nine feet, three and a half inches, to be exact) wall.  Cole and I
checked a couple of measurements three times, before he was satisfied our
results were correct.

Since, down the road, someone would be insulating the building, Cole and
Chance, or whichever cowboys Roy would have helping him, would be
completely framing over the current exposed framing and the thick,
rough-sawn boards that, in a single layer, formed both the inside and
outside wall of the barn.  The side wall we had measured was just over 12
feet tall, and the opposite wall looked like it was around the same height.
The barn had a gambrel roof ... a term I'd never heard before; I just
called it a barn shape ... and Cole said that would make framing the front
and back walls a lot more difficult.

If he said so.

He said we would do our best to square things up with the new construction.
I really liked how Cole talked about the carpenter work, using words like
'we' and 'us'.  When I asked him what 'squaring things up' meant, he
patiently explained the concept to me.

"Nothing but the best for J bar A Photography," Cole laughed.

I agreed.

Over the years, a number of boards had been nailed to the walls for some
long-forgotten purpose.  Our first job was to pull all of them down and
stack the old lumber near the open doorway.  Glancing outside, at one
point, I noticed that the rain had changed to a steady drizzle from the
still-leaden sky.  Next, with my help, and Cole's knowledge, the two of us
laid out the 2x4s for a section of the wall ... and by the time we broke
for lunch, Cole and I had pounded quite a few spikes into it.  Cole was so
strong that it only took three or four practiced, hard blows from his
hammer before the nails disappeared into the wood.  On the other hand, the
only way I could keep from bending the nails was to hammer slowly and
carefully.  But I suppose I had improved some by the time the dinner bell
rang ... at least, I didn't hammer my thumb!

Over lunch, Josh asked us how the construction was coming.

"Not too bad ... after we finally got started," Cole replied, before taking
a bite of his tuna salad sandwich.  "Ryan's good help," he added, while
chewing.

I grinned broadly.  I suppose there were a TON of things I'd rather be
doing with my Sunday, rather than working out in an old barn ... although
it wouldn't be a barn for too much longer.  But honestly, getting to work
alongside Cole made it seem more than worthwhile.

When lunch was over, Tim and Ben decided to join Kaiden and Eric in the
stables to practice roping.  I suppose the old men didn't want us kids to
show them up out in the field!

Right after lunch, Cole and I headed back to the studio, where Chance was
already waiting for us.

"Sorry about this morning," he said, shuffling nervously from foot to foot.
"But damn, you got a lot done by yourself!"

"Well," Cole answered, smiling in my direction, "Ryan, here, was a big
help."

The wiry, but muscular, Chance nodded.

Early on, he didn't have much to say ... I already knew he was a man of few
words ... but, by mid-afternoon, Cole and I finally managed to pull a few
things out of him that we hadn't known before.  He left no doubt that he
liked his women: skinny, fat, or anywhere in-between.  Chance had also
tried his luck on the rodeo circuit for a couple of years, after he dropped
out of high school.  But, for reasons he never made quite clear ... to me,
at least ... he could never earn enough money to make ends meet.  He
enjoyed rodeo work, though.  However, one summer night in Casper, Wyoming
... after a string of losing rides, and a long night of drinking and
womanizing ... he flipped his pickup on a country road and got banged-up
pretty bad.  He couldn't work for several months.  After he recovered, the
rodeo season was over; and he drifted from job to job, before ending up at
the J bar A in the spring of 1996.

Dad was looking for cowboys at the time, and gave Chance a job ... while
suggesting he get his GED.  Dad even helped him secure it.  Chance thought
a lot of Josh ... although he hinted at a few misgivings about him, too.

After Chance opened up, conversation made the work go faster, and before I
knew it, the afternoon was almost over.  By the time Cole and Chance were
ready to call it quits for the day, we had started to rough-frame a
bathroom in one corner of the building, in addition to almost completing
both side walls ... except for where we were going to cut the new studio
entrance.  It was amazing to me how quickly the job went with three people!

We spent the next fifteen minutes cleaning up the worksite.

"Fuck, I think I could use a long soak in the hot tub," Cole declared with
a grimace, while rubbing a hand over the small of his back.

"I wish I could join you," Chance agreed.  "But I've got to get cleaned up
for a date tonight."  Clucking his tongue and winking, he smiled.  "Goin'
dancin' ... and hopefully, I'm gonna get laid."

"Have fun," Cole answered, with a wink of his own.

It was hard for me to tell how old Chance was ... but he seemed to be older
than the other two cowboys he shared a house with, Jamie and Miguel.  With
some surprise, I decided Chance might actually have a life other than
working on the ranch.  Maybe he even had a girlfriend; it sure sounded like
it!

"Ryan, you're a worker," Chance added in my direction, sounding sort of
surprised he was making the comment.  He had a smile on his face.

While tousling my hair, Cole laughed, "I taught him everything he knows."

I shook my head, to let Chance know that Cole was just bragging.  "Thanks!"
I replied.

It seemed like Chance had another comment right behind his lips, but he
didn't speak it.

"Wow, we DID get a lot done today!" I stated, turning around in the doorway
to survey our work a final time.

"That we did," Cole agreed, clicking off a couple of lights and pulling the
door closed behind us.  "Now, how about that hot tub, Ryan?"

It must have been around four or five in the afternoon, when we headed
toward the pool building.  All the rain had ended, but a strong, icy wind
was blowing down from the mountains.  It felt like winter wasn't all that
far away.  Having lived all my life in Colorado, I enjoyed the heavy snows
we sometimes got.  Once-in-a-while, we even got off school; but often, the
winters lasted WAY too long into the spring.

After undressing and wrapping towels around ourselves in the locker room,
Cole and I quickly removed the fiberglass cover from the whirlpool.  My
cock was suddenly hard, as Cole turned on the timer.  Thinking back over
the day, it was amazing ... my dick hadn't been hard once since breakfast
... at least, not that I remembered.  Shivering, I dropped the towel,
quickly stepped into the small, foaming pool, and lowered my body until
only my head was above the waves.

The water was hot; but fuck, it felt good!

Cole was right behind me.  After settling into the pool with a pleasurable
moan, he spread his hairy legs wide and raised his knees, before relaxing
against a strong jet of water.  I watched his every move; and after he was
comfortably settled, I sat between his legs, leaning my back against his
chest.

Cole wrapped his arms around my shoulders, holding me in silence for a
while.  I was definitely aware when Cole's monster of a dick stiffened
against my left ass cheek, but it found freedom around my butt on its own,
without any help from either of us.

I laid my head on Cole's muscular shoulder and gazed longingly at his chin,
with its sparse red goatee.  I'd sure be happy when I could grow something
like that!  Fuck!  EVERYTHING about Cole was SO hot!

I lifted my hand to his face and fingered his wiry chin hair, causing him
to smile.  He lowered his lips to mine and we kissed softly.  Sometimes,
all a guy wants or needs is to be held by the guy he loves.  That was how I
felt that afternoon, and although we didn't speak of it with each other, I
suppose Cole must have agreed ... because it's exactly what we did.

Do you think, maybe, guys who love each other can sometimes just sense what
the other guy wants or needs?  I didn't know the answer; but just the
possibility seemed awesome to me!

All too soon, the timer shut off the pump, signaling it was time to get out
of the water.  Neither Cole nor I were ready, but we got up anyway.  Cole's
enormous cock, with the wicked-looking black scorpion inked on top of it,
seemed to have deflated some ... although, he still had a semi.  My dick
... puny in comparison ... was still throbbing, however, as we stepped out
of the pool, quickly collecting our towels and wrapping them around our
waists.

"Come on, let's get a shower," Cole suggested, hustling toward the door.

Even though the clouds had started to break up, letting rays of the
afternoon sun through from time to time, it sure hadn't gotten any warmer
while we were in the hot tub.  After being immersed in pleasantly hot water
for several minutes, the biting west wind chilled me to the bone, as it
blew against my wet legs and torso.  But I was proud of my dick; it stood
courageously through the cold, although my balls sure pulled up tight to my
body!

As the heavy, fogged-over, glass door closed behind us, the powerful, not
altogether unpleasant, smell of chlorine assailed Cole and me.  I noticed
it was much stronger indoors than it had been in the whirlpool, as I
followed my boyfriend alongside the deserted pool.  Looking back on things,
it was weird; I loved swimming, and here I had a huge swimming pool ... one
that most guys my age would give anything to have at their house ... and I
hardly ever used it.  At least, not compared to how much swimming I did
before moving to the ranch.  There was SO much fun stuff on the J bar A for
a boy to spend his time on.  I suppose, like lots of things in a kid's
life, I didn't fully appreciate what I'd been given at the time.  I really
was one fortunate thirteen year old!

Cole cranked up one of the showerheads until it was producing a steaming
hot spray.  My body still had a few goosebumps from being outside, and the
hot water felt amazing against it!

Right away, Cole filled one hand with soap foam from the dispenser on the
wall, and stepping in front of the spray, he began washing my hair.  He
seemed to enjoy playing with my long mane, between bouts of vigorous
rubbing against my scalp.  As the suds fell onto my shoulders, Cole's
talented fingers massaged them into my upper body.

He lifted my arms.

"Hey ... it looks like you're getting more hair in your pits," he commented
with a smile.  "I guess working like a man all day will do that to you."

"Awesome!" I replied, turning my head to the left and checking them out for
myself.

He was right ... a few more seemed to have grown in since I'd checked last.

Cole swiped his hands over my arms, chest, and down my legs, before asking
me to rinse off.  And as I was busy doing that, he filled his hands with
fresh lather, and washed my back and butt cheeks.  Kneeling behind me, Cole
ran his hand down my crack a couple of times, toyed with my pucker, and
cleaned my hairless sack.

When I turned around and began to rinse my backside, Cole pried my
throbbing, pubescent cock away from my belly.

"Mmmm," he declared, licking his lips and taking all of me into his hot
mouth for a moment.  His tongue played with my steely head, before he
pulled off.  "Fuck, I need this guy inside me right now!"

"Sure!" I answered, gladly.  "But I'm afraid I won't last very long."

"That's okay," Cole said.  "You can cum inside me twice, if you want to."

Now THAT was an invitation no kid in his right mind would turn down!

Leaving the water running, Cole and I hustled into the locker room, where
he immediately lay face down, with his butt at the end of one of the
benches.  With his knees bent, Cole's feet were firmly planted on the
floor, as he reached behind himself, further spreading his cheeks for me.
Fuck, he DID need a cock inside him!  His hole wasn't just open, it was
gaping WAY open!  I'd never seen a butt hole like that before.

"How do you make it do that?" I asked, really wondering.

"Do you like it?" Cole asked, with a laugh, as his hole winked closed and
opened up again.  "It's just 'cause I want you so bad!"

Satisfied, for the moment, with his 'sort-of' answer, I took up position
behind him, squatting and pointing the tip of my cock downward.  Now THAT
took some doing, let me tell you!  Anyway, even though I didn't use any
lube ... other than what water was already on my penis ... I slipped right
inside him.

"Yeah ... that's the way," Cole purred, his voice slurred by sex.  "Ryan,
fuck me as hard as you can for as long as you can.  That's what I need
right now."

I probably didn't do as good a job as Cole might have been used to, but I
put my all into pounding his ass.  I had been right; the first time, I
didn't last for long.

"Fill me up with your boy juice, Ryan," Cole instructed in a needy voice,
as I unloaded.  "That's the way, man; keep fucking me!"

Hey ... he called me 'man'!

Bursting with pride, I reached forward, taking hold of Cole's hands for
leverage, while I continued to make love to him.  I pounded his ass like
this would be the last time I'd ever have the chance.  After my orgasm had
run its course, both of us relaxed for a moment.

"Fuckin' awesome, dude!" Cole exclaimed, as I pulled out.

After flipping onto his back, he held out his arms to me and we kissed
passionately.

"Did you nut, yet?" I wondered, coming up for air.

"Nope," Cole grinned, "I'm saving up for later."

I smiled back at him.

"But you can still fuck me again, if you want to," he added.

Duh, if I WANTED to...

With a sparkle in his gray eyes, Cole lifted his knees some, then he spread
his legs wide.  His massive, very erect dick pointed upward from his groin,
before arching toward me.  I took up my position between his legs, just as
a bead of pre-cum appeared in the slit of his cock head.  He opened his
back door ... bright red from the abuse I'd already given it ... and my
jizz began to drip out, plopping onto the shiny, painted concrete floor.
Immediately, I plugged the hole, smearing his pre-cum against my slim
belly.

I don't know how long I lasted the second time ... I've never really kept
track of that kind of stuff ... but I do know it was quite a bit longer
than the first time.  Anyway, though I started out slowly, Cole kept urging
me to fuck him harder and faster.  I tried my best; several times, I had to
grab hold of his hairy legs for support, and after a few minutes, my body
was dripping with sweat.

Cole had been moaning and talking dirty just about every time I thrust into
him, but as my fingers brushed against his throbbing stalk, before lovingly
caressing the scorpion, suddenly he was quiet.

I glanced at his face.  A wide-eyed look of absolute astonishment filled
it!

'What the fuck?' I thought.  Mesmerized by my college guy's expression, I
stopped thrusting into him.

"Shit!  Oh my god!  Fuckin' shit!" Cole exclaimed.  His eyes were fastened
on the head of his cock.

I glanced where he was looking; but I also felt what was happening, as his
ass lips clamped down on my shaft.  Powerfully, and without warning, like
some long-dormant volcano erupting, his cum shot straight up into the air,
hitting me on the cheek ... hard ... before dripping back onto his pole, my
hand, and into his small patch of short, dark-red pubic hair!  _"Keep
fucking me, Ryan," Cole urged, as his ten inch cock bubbled cum.  "Oh,
yeah.  Fuck me, man ... yeah!"

His dick gave out with a final weak spurt, as I wrapped my fingers around
it and began to pump hard, in time with my thrusts.

I'm not sure what pushed me over the edge ... maybe it was the way Cole's
ravaged ass muscle gripped my dick, but probably, it was the sight of Cole
shooting like that.  I mean, how many times have you seen a guy cum without
his cock really getting stimulated?  Not many, I bet.  Anyway, as Cole's
orgasm was ending, my dick began to spurt, too.  Finally, worn out from all
the effort, I fell forward onto my lover's body, as he slowly lowered his
muscular legs and clamped them around my thighs, holding me tightly inside
him.

Again and again, Cole kissed my hair, while both our hearts tried their
best to return to a normal rhythm.

"Ryan, I've been fucked by a lot of guys," he finally said, lifting my face
and staring deeply into my eyes.  "But never ... never in my whole life
... has anything like THAT happened to me!"

"It's 'cause I love you so much, Cole," I explained, hugging his body as he
sat up.

"That's gotta be it, big guy," he agreed, wrapping his strong arms around
my sweaty torso and holding me to his manly breast.  "That's gotta be
it..."

***

I think this is the perfect spot to end chapter nine!  I sure hope all of
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