Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2008 04:09:28 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 14

Us Guys

By:  Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
Proofreader and Story Consultant:  Steve

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This fictional story involves gay sex between family members and their
friends, and it is written solely for the reading enjoyment of people who
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Hey Guys!

I want to thank a handful of readers who take a few moments to send me
emails on a regular basis.  A few guys have been with me for over two
years.  It's amazing that I've been writing these guys for that long!  When
I began "I'll Suck You", I planned for it to be five or six chapters long.
Little did I know how the characters would grow on me.

Thanks to a couple of new e-mailers after chapter thirteen.  It's always
good to hear from you too!

Anyway, I say it all the time; but your email truly is such an
encouragement to me!  It is the only feedback I get on my story.  And your
enjoyment is my only compensation.  If you've never tried emailing me
... and you enjoyed this chapter ... why don't you take ten-seconds and
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Thanks!  Greg

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Chapter Fourteen

(Tim narrates)

I couldn't remember the last time I'd REALLY slept in.  But I guess my body
must have needed the extra sleep that Tuesday morning and Josh didn't wake
me up.  I was more than a little surprised when I opened my eyes to a fully
sunlit room, before glancing at the bedside clock.  It read nine
forty-three; my brain told me I ought to get up ... but my body was sending
different signals.

The new memory foam mattress Josh and I had bought, when we were forced to
remodel the bedroom, felt SO comfortable as it cradled my body.  I decided
to roll over and enjoy it for a few more minutes, and then I'd get up.  I
closed my eyes as I turned onto my side and when I opened them the next
time, it was to the sound of Josh noisily raising the mini blinds.

"Morning, Josh," I said as I sat up in bed, stretching towards the ceiling.

"Hey ... you ARE alive after all," Josh laughed.  "I was beginning to
wonder and thought I'd better come up here to check on you."

"Thanks for letting me sleep this morning," I replied, scratching my balls
as Josh sat on the edge of the mattress beside me.  He wrapped his arms
around my naked torso while planting a kiss on my lips; and I squeezed him
back.  "What time is it, anyway?"

Josh glanced at the clock behind me before shaking his head.  "It's after
ten-thirty.  You know the day starts before seven on the J bar A."

"Yes, sir," I laughed, straightening my back and giving Josh a mock salute.
As he started to stand up, I pulled him back down to the bed.

"And I thought you never slept late," Josh scolded, good-naturedly.

I didn't.

But if sleeping late meant days would always start out like that Tuesday,
maybe I ought to try it more often.  After pulling Josh's shirt over his
head, I wrapped my arms around my lover.  We kissed and Josh got naked,
like me, before slipping into his side of the bed.  The two of us lay in
each other's arms for a delightful eternity that morning.  Most of the
time, neither of us said anything, but when we did talk, it was about each
other, our family, about dreams fulfilled and those still unrealized.

No sex ... but as we cuddled, the love I had for Josh flowed out of my body
into his and I felt his love for me in the same way.

I was dozing when the dinner bell broke the spell.

"I guess we'd better get up," I reluctantly sighed.

"Yes," Josh chuckled.  "If we don't put in an appearance for lunch,
somebody might start talking."

I laughed; if people wanted to talk about us, Josh and I had already given
them plenty to gossip about!  But we hastily threw on clothes and I
splashed some water on my face before the two of us headed downstairs.

As we were enjoying lunch, an old, dented work pickup pulled slowly into
the ranch compound.  The name "Dill Electrical Contractors" was clearly
painted on the faded beige sides.  I had to laugh to myself because the
company had obviously taken pains to keep its name visible ... probably
repainting it a couple of times over the years ... but the vehicle on which
it was painted left a lot to be desired.  Of course, maybe the idea was to
portray the company's thriftiness to its customers.

A short, wiry man holding a clipboard stepped down from the driver's side.
He looked around for a moment, and then he began walking in our direction.

"It looks like the electrician for the studio is here," I commented,
standing to my feet.

"It sure does," Ben added, before heading across the yard, with Josh and
me, to meet him.

We shook hands, introduced ourselves and made small talk for a little
while.

"Where do I unload the supplies for the remodeling project?" the
electrician asked.

"That's the barn we're turning into the photo studio," Josh replied,
pointing out the building.  "So you can put everything inside or leave it
out front, whichever works better for you."

The electrician glanced towards the building.  "Thanks," he commented.
"We'll have a couple of guys out here first thing in the morning to get
started with the floor conduit."

"Sounds good to me," Josh commented, offering the electrician his hand a
second time.  Then, as the electrician walked off toward his truck, Josh
turned to Ben and me.  "When they get all that conduit laid, and the
plumber finishes his rough-in, we can have the concrete floor poured.  It
always seems to take a while to get a project like this started, but after
the floor is poured, things will start to shape up in a hurry!"

Josh had some experience with remodeling projects in the past, and he was
going to be the General Contractor for this one.  He had spent several
hours constructing a timeline for the project.  It made sense that certain
jobs had to be finished before others could be started, but I could already
see it would take quite a bit of coordination to insure that happened.
We'd been expecting the plumber since the middle of last week to begin his
rough-in ... he hadn't showed up yet ... and the electrician wasn't
scheduled until the end of this week.  Josh had everything in black and
white though, so we were sure to do it all in the right order.  And he had
all the necessary inspections ... there were a ton of them ... built into
the schedule as well.

If all went according to plan, we would be in the building sometime between
Thanksgiving and Christmas.  I was hoping for late November, or maybe even
earlier ... and that might happen, if everything went smoothly ... but Josh
said late December was probably more realistic.  And I think we all had our
fingers crossed, that the project didn't hit a snag and get delayed until
the New Year!

By the time we got back to the lunch table, all the cowboys and other ranch
hands had disappeared, and the table had been cleared except for our three
half-eaten plates of food.  We took our seats around the wooden picnic
table, discussing the studio as we finished our meal, before taking the
dirty dishes into the kitchen.

After Josh left us to take care of some paperwork in his office, I asked my
partner, "Ben, do you want to come with me this afternoon, to deliver the
CDs from the photo shoot?"

"Sure, I'd like to see Carroll again," Ben replied.  "And maybe we can
discuss plans for the Photo Club meeting this evening, on the drive home.
We said we'd give the members assignments to photograph during meeting
time, remember?"

"Yes, I haven't forgotten," I laughed.  " I just hope the kids remember to
bring their cameras."

Ben agreed with me, but added, "All of them seemed pretty excited last
week.  I don't think we need to worry about that."

He was probably right ... I sure hoped so ... but I knew teenagers, too!

"I'm going to try to set up an appointment with the vice-principal for
later this afternoon, too," I stated.  "We're going to need the
administration's decision, sooner rather than later, on the field trip
we're planning for the photo club."

Ben agreed; and while I collected my laptop with the slide presentation of
the shoot from last Friday on it, along with the stack of CDs I'd burned of
the images, Ben tucked the video projector under his arm.  A few minutes
later, Ben and I were heading south towards town.  After we entered the
city limits of Boulder, Ben read me the directions to the backpacking
company, and as I steered my small SUV into the office complex, Ben phoned
Carroll to let him know we were almost there.

Mountain View Office Park was aptly named.  It was perched on the side of
one of the western foothills; most of the buildings were two or three
stories tall and none were very large.  The backpacking company was located
on the third floor of 2857 Aspen, and the eastern view ... of the city and
the golden Colorado plains beyond ... from the conference room, where
Carroll and Mona ushered Ben and me, was nothing short of spectacular.

I commented on the view and then asked Carroll where we could plug in our
equipment.  As Ben and I were setting everything up, Carroll and Mona
closed the mini blinds.  Then Carroll dimmed the room lights to a point
where we could just see each other clearly and we all took our seats around
the conference table.  Of course, both Mona and Carroll had seen quite a
few of the photographs as I took them, but there's nothing like viewing
them projected on a screen.  After I'd shown three or four, Carroll spoke
up.

"Tim, these are great!" he exclaimed, glancing towards Mona.  "I bet Craig
would like to see these right now, too, if he has the time."  Carroll
turned to me and added, "Craig is our company president.  I know he's going
to be impressed by these shots!"

As Mona was calling his office, Carroll asked me to go back to the
beginning.  After Craig, a tall, balding man who looked to be in his
mid-forties, arrived and introductions were made all around, Ben and I
presented all the slides to the company.  Craig was impressed with them and
by the time Ben and I left the office, half an hour later, I was confident
we'd found our first, long-term customer for J bar A Photography.

We stopped by the high school on the way home and met with the assistant
principal.  The administration had expressed a few concerns about the field
trip, when I'd mentioned it to them a while back.  They required a district
employee to be in attendance at all offsite, school sanctioned functions,
and that posed a problem since neither Ben nor I met that guideline.  But
one of the women on the School Board was an amateur nature photographer and
when she heard what we had planned, she volunteered to drive a school van
for us.  Everybody seemed to be happy with that arrangement, and before Ben
and I left the school, we collected a handful of parental permission forms
from the office secretary.

I guess it was a little after four when we arrived back at the ranch.  The
boys' Tacoma was parked near the house, so they'd obviously gotten home
from school already.  And sometime before six everybody grabbed a quick
bite to eat.

We waited for Brad before starting the photo club meeting; and just like
last week, he was five minutes late.  I guess some people's brains are just
programmed to never be on time.  With skateboard in hand, Brad sauntered
into the room and found a seat, as Ben opened the second meeting of the
club for the 2002-2003 school year.  The same small group of students was
in attendance.

"I hope all you guys had a great week," Ben addressed the kids, while
watching Brad slide his legs around a chair.  Then, approvingly, he added,
"I see all of you have brought your cameras with you.  We'll be using them
in a few minutes.  But first, Tim is going to tell you about a field trip
we're planning for the club later this month."

All the club members were smiling at each other, as I stood to my feet and
Ben took a seat.

"Good to see all of you again!" I began with a smile of my own.  "As I hope
you know by now, Ben's and my goal is to expose all of you to as many
different types of photography as we can this year.  Who knows?  Maybe some
of you will decide to make photography your career, like we have."

"We're planning a trip to the Aspen area later this month ... when,
hopefully, the aspens will be at their peak fall color," I added.

Muted shouts of "Cool!" and "Awesome!" were heard from several of the kids.

"It should be a fun trip for all of us, including Ben and me," I agreed,
consulting my notes.  "Last week, I asked all of you to keep the dates of
September 20-23 open.  That's when we're planning to go ... and yes, you'll
be excused from school on Friday.  Monday is teachers' meeting, so you'll
only have to miss out on one day of classes."

No one was unhappy with that arrangement; not that I expected them to be.

Neither Ben nor I knew the economic circumstances of most of the kids
... and we wanted to keep the cost to a bare minimum for all the students
... so I proposed we camp for the three nights.  Nobody had a problem with
that either, although a couple of the kids had never camped before.  I
assured them we would take care of the gear, if someone didn't have what he
or she needed.  And before I sat down, I passed a paper to each student
that described the trip.

"The school requires a signed permission form, too," I added, handing out
those papers and telling the kids they'd need to return them by the next
meeting, if they were planning to go on the trip.

Some of the teens had questions that Ben and I tried to answer as best we
could, and when all the talking settled down, Ben told the students their
photo assignment for the night.  We wanted them to choose another person
... preferably a club member they didn't know all that well ... and take
photographs of that person around the school property.  The idea was to be
as creative as possible, given the location they had to work with, and as a
bonus, they'd get to know their fellow photographers better.

Half an hour later, after collecting all the memory cards, I uploaded them
onto my laptop and projected them to the group.  There were several
interesting shots, but the series of photos the club members liked best
... and I agreed with them ... were the ones Chris took of Brad on his
skateboard.  Brad was dressed in slouchy clothes, like your typical
skateboarder, and apparently Chris had found a few stairs somewhere and
laid on the ground while Brad jumped over him.  There were some awesome
action shots!

I had to shake my head, because six months ago, taking photography was the
furthest thing from Chris' mind.  Of course, a WHOLE LOT had happened to
all of us during those six months!

As the meeting was winding down, I reminded the teens, "If you plan to go
on the field trip, you MUST bring a SIGNED permission slip to the club
meeting next week.  If your parents have any questions or concerns, have
them call Ben or me.  Our numbers are on the bottom of the information
sheet."  After pausing for a moment, I continued, "I hope all of you can
go, because it's going to be a lot of fun!"

With those words I dismissed the kids, and after Ben and I collected the
equipment we'd brought, Ben locked the Art Room door and we left the
building.  I tugged on the handle of the outer door, to insure it had
completely closed and locked behind us, before following Tyler, Chris and
Ben to our SUV.

As I was starting the car, Tyler commented, "Well, Chris, after all the
time you spent with Brad tonight ... and after taking those cool pictures
of him ... I guess you'll be dumping me for him, before much longer."

"Damn ... was I THAT obvious?" Chris exclaimed with a hint of laughter in
his voice.  After a brief pause, he continued, "But honestly, Tyler, I
can't get rid of you QUITE yet ... at least not until I get my license next
spring.  Brad doesn't have a car and it doesn't look like he'll have one
anytime soon.  I'll need SOMEbody to drive me where I need to go."

"Smart thinking, Chris," Ben quipped while fastening his seat belt.

I glanced into the rearview mirror.

"Whose side are you on, anyway, Dad?" Tyler laughed, shaking his head.

Ben was silent as the boys continued to joke around.

"So that's all I am to you after the last couple of months ... a
chauffeur?" Tyler asked, lifting his voice on the last word.

"And a fuckin' good one, too!" Chris declared while nodding his head yes.
"With blue eyes."

There was silence in the back seat for a moment.

"And Tyler, you know how much I like blue eyes ... how they turn me on,"
Chris added sincerely, before pausing for a moment.  "Brad's eyes are brown
... so I guess I'll be sticking with you for a while longer."

"You'll be STUCK by me is more like it," Tyler smirked as he took the
middle seat position and buckled his seatbelt.

"Yeah ... that too," Chris laughed heartily and Tyler joined him.

I glanced over at Ben, who was just shaking his head, before I pulled my
door closed.  Suddenly the car interior was almost completely dark.

"Kids today," he murmured, and I laughingly agreed.

Our boys were SO different from the kids Ben and I had been as teenagers
... probably not so much in WHAT they did, but in their openness ABOUT what
they did.  I'd have never even whispered, within earshot of my parents, the
kind of stuff my boys said freely around me ... much less DO any of it in
front of them.  Ben, Josh and I were so lucky to have boys like ours!

"What are you old men saying about us up there in the front seat?" Chris
asked, breaking into my thought.

I could have wisecracked back, but decided not to.

"Just that you two are a pretty special couple of guys," I answered,
pulling out of the well-lit parking lot and onto the almost deserted
street.

"Thanks, Dad!" Chris replied.  "Our family's the best, isn't it?"

"It sure is," both Ben and I agreed wholeheartedly.

The boys spent the rest of the drive to the ranch kissing noisily and
groping each other's bodies in the back seat.  And I admit my eyes kept
darting to the rearview mirror ... at least while we still in the city and
had streetlights.  By the time we arrived at the house, I bet both Ben and
I were as turned-on from listening to them, as they were from actually
making out.

***

(Chris picks up the story line.)

Even though he was a hot dude, it wasn't thoughts of Brad that made me
horny in the car that night.  My dick had been standing at attention for
the whole drive home.  Tyler and I could hardly wait to get to our room,
but we did yell "goodnight" over our shoulders as we raced, almost tripping
each other, up the stairs.  After Tyler pushed the door closed behind him,
we tore the clothes off each other.  My body was SO ready for what I hoped
was coming.  I was sure this would be a night to remember!

Tyler took command right away ... I love it when he does that ... as he
urged me toward his desk.  And roughly, but lovingly, if that makes any
sense, he pressed my chest forward onto his school papers, spreading my
legs.  Tyler spit into his hand a couple of times, swiped it over his cock
and thrust it completely into me before I had time to suggest he use a
better lube.

"Oh, shit!" I cried out from the intrusion.

"You like it, huh?" Tyler asked, laughing wickedly as he began to pummel my
ass.

It hurt like hell at first, but after a few strokes my ass muscle began to
relax.

"Spread your arms out," Tyler commanded.  I thought I did as he asked, but
then he added, "Not so far back ... up near the front, next to the wall."

I clumsily did as Tyler had ordered, scattering pencils and papers.

"Yeah, Chris, that's the way."

Tyler fucked me like there was no tomorrow.  Sometimes he'd put a hand on
my shoulder, for leverage I guess, or rake his fingers over my tanned back
and hips.  The sensations in my ass were driving me crazy and I was moaning
non-stop.

I lifted my head and chest off of the desk, resting my torso on my right
elbow, while groping Tyler's hip with my other hand.  Then, I stood up.  My
dick had gone limp, and Tyler's hand took hold of it.  Sensuously, I arched
my back, grabbed hold of Tyler's hair with my right hand and lay the back
of my head on Tyler's strong, left shoulder as he held my head in place
with his hand.  He lowered his mouth, sucking hard against my neck.

Fuck!  I'd probably have a hickey in the morning ... but I sure didn't
care.

While Tyler groped my hard chest and gently squeezed my still limp dick, I
tangled my fingers in his hair.  And after turning my face to his, we
frenched.  Breaking the kiss moments later, I leaned forward onto the desk,
as Tyler's hands roughly massaged my back ... my sides ... my shoulders
... examining the smooth, tanned skin that covered them.

"I'm gonna cum!" Tyler cried out, grabbing hold of my hipbones and pulling
my body tightly against his.  He thrust as deeply inside me as possible,
and then I could feel him pressing harder as his strong leg muscles
searched for greater leverage.  "Oh, fuck, Chris ... I'm cummin'!"  With
each shot and thrust, he tried to fuck me deeper.

"Phew!" Tyler exclaimed moments later.  He relaxed some, but didn't pull
out.

Connected by my boyfriend's throbbing cock, the two of us walked through
the bathroom to our bed.  That night, we had some of the most intense sex
I've ever experienced ... even up until today.  Tyler plowed into me hard
and fast as I lay, face down, on the bed ... and then turned me over,
looking me in the eyes while he made love to me.  The
guy-I-love-like-no-other came twice more up my ass, before he pumped every
last drop of cum out of my tight balls.  When he finally let me shoot, I
came gallons.  It was an orgasm I'll never forget!

And after a quick shower, I was MORE than ready for bed.

"Look at the clock," Tyler commented.  It was almost eleven.  "And I still
need to finish my homework."

"Do it tomorrow," I advised, with the grin of a brother who'd already
completed his.  "Or don't do it ..."  I paused for a moment.  "Probably
nobody will notice one way or the other."

Laughing, Tyler readily agreed.

"I'm way too tired to do it now, anyway," he sighed, giving me a quick kiss
before turning out the lights.  "You wore me out, tonight!"

"Any time, bro," I replied, meaning every word.

He fell into bed next to me, snuggled up close and draped his arm over my
naked hip.

I remembered for a moment, how I used to sleep with a Teddy Bear as a
little kid.  Dad said I wouldn't go to sleep without him.  But now I had a
full-size Teddy ... only this one was named Tyler.  I hugged him tightly,
like I'd squeezed my Teddy Bear, years ago.  I was such a lucky guy ... and
I loved Tyler so much.

I'd probably be sore in the morning ... fuck, my ass felt like it was raw
... but it had been the most amazing night ever!

It didn't take long for me to fall asleep that night.  I had to have been
the most contented guy in the whole world ... bar none.

***

I think I'll end chapter fourteen right here.  I hope all of you enjoyed
it!

Greg