Date: Fri, 12 Dec 2008 02:10:52 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 15

Us Guys

By:  Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
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This fictional story involves gay sex between family members and their
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Chapter Fifteen

(Chris continues with the story.)

The next morning, the alarm finally woke both Tyler and me, and I still
felt Tyler's pounding from the night before.  Groggily, I rose up on one
elbow.

"'Morning, Tyler," I mumbled; before adding, "Fuck, I'm sore this morning!"

"That's what you get, for even JOKING about dumping me for another guy!"
Tyler declared from the bed beside me.  Then he grinned broadly, for so
early in the morning.

Tyler pulled me on top of him ... we kissed ... and suddenly, I was
wide-awake.  As my cock got harder, the pain in my backside receded to a
memory ... still there, but distant.  And I urgently spread my legs around
Tyler's thighs, humping his tight abs and hard dick with teenaged abandon.

Coming up for air from the kiss, I laughed, "I think I'll keep you for a
little while longer, Tyler, if that's okay with you."

"I never, EVER wanna lose you, Chris," Tyler stated sincerely, approving of
what I'd just said.  "I love you so much!"

While wrapping his arms around my waist, he grabbed a bun in each hand.
And just as Tyler seemed to be considering an early breakfast, the second
alarm began to beep.  Groping for the clock, I hit the top bar, silencing
it.

"Just when this was getting interesting," I commented with a wry smile.

"Yeah," Tyler agreed.  "But I guess we'd better just hurry and jack each
other off.  I've still gotta TRY to finish my homework before we leave!"

I don't know how Tyler's schoolwork fared that morning, but his other
homework ... me ... did just fine, as he swiftly and expertly made me cum.
And I didn't hear any complaints from him, when he shot moments later.
After we licked the tasty, white cream from our hands and each other's
bellies, we quickly threw on a few clothes.

It was a routine Wednesday at school ... which is to say, B-O-R-I-N-G
... just the usual stuff all high school students have to endure.  Tyler
had a pop quiz on ... wouldn't you know it ... one of the lessons he hadn't
finished before that class began.  He completed all his assignments on
Wednesday night, but none of his teachers seemed to care one way or the
other on Thursday.  That's always how it works ...

Tyler and I were in good spirits as school drew to a close on Thursday, and
we took our pickup to the middle school to collect Kaiden and Ryan.  We
were running a little late that afternoon, and the normal line of waiting
cars, that sometimes stretched for a block or more, was nonexistent.  Our
brothers and Devon were about the only kids still there, and moments later,
the three of them were climbing behind me, into the back seat.

"Hey, guys," Tyler greeted our brothers and friend.  "I didn't expect to
see you this afternoon, Devon."

"Yeah, I missed the bus," Devon said, scooting across the seat behind
Kaiden to the middle.  "I hope you don't mind taking me home."

"Not as long as you don't make a habit of it," Tyler laughed, and Devon
said he'd try not to.

On the drive home, we laughed and joked around for a while.  Tyler asked
Devon how he and his brother, Jared, were getting along and Devon said
never better.

"I actually like hanging out with my brother, now," Devon said, like he
never believed he'd EVER say something like that.  "Mom and Dad haven't
said a whole lot."  He chuckled.  "I think they're afraid they'll break the
spell.  I KNOW they can't believe we aren't fighting all the time, the way
we used to."  Then he laughed and added, "Mom DID ask me once if aliens had
beamed Jared up and replaced him with a clone."

All of us laughed.  If only Devon's mom knew the REAL reason!

After we got away from town, the guys in the back seat talked among
themselves, while I began to notice all the bicycles along the road.  There
were always cyclists of all ages in the bike lanes of U.S. Highway 36, but
it seemed like more than usual that Thursday afternoon ... especially
college-age guys and gals.

"That looks like fun," I commented to Tyler as we passed an especially
large group.  "Maybe we can get a bunch of guys together one of these days
and ride somewhere on our bikes."

"Yeah ... except I'd look sorta dorky on that little kid bike of mine, if
I'd even FIT on it anymore," Tyler commented, nodding toward the road bikes
we passed.

Laughing, I agreed.  I had a fairly new bicycle, but I hadn't ridden it
since we moved to Colorado.  There was just too much other fun stuff to do.
But back in Missouri, Kaiden and I had ridden on parts of the KATY trail
several times.  It's a hiking and biking trail that runs east to west
across Missouri, and pretty much cuts the state in half.  It had been loads
of fun.  They didn't have bike lanes on highways in Missouri ... at least
not that I could remember; but in Colorado, biking seemed to be a way of
life for a lot of people.  Maybe Tyler could get a new bike.  Just the
thought of my boyfriend wearing a tight pair of cycling shorts made my cock
twitch.

I hadn't really been paying attention to what the guys in the back seat
were talking about, but when my ears picked up on a question from Kaiden, I
began to listen.

"What do you think is wrong with Eric, anyway?" my brother wondered.

"He's always missed a lot of school," Devon commented.

"Is he sick, or something?" I asked, turning to face the guys in the seat
behind me.

"Probably," Ryan replied with a shrug of his shoulders.  "We don't know for
sure.  Back on Tuesday, I thought he was just playing hooky, but Eric was
out yesterday, and today too.  He loves his job on the football team; and
since he missed school today, he couldn't do any of his team manager stuff
tonight, even IF he showed up."

"Maybe it's his asthma," Tyler suggested.

I'd seen kids who used inhalers before, but they weren't my friends, so I
didn't know how their condition might have affected their lives.  I liked
Eric, however, and sure hoped he was feeling better real soon.

"Have you tried calling him?" Tyler asked as he drove past the turnoff for
the J bar A.

"Yeah ... over lunch today," Kaiden answered.  "But all I got was a fast
busy signal."

That was weird, but I supposed there could be lots of reasons for a busy
signal like that ... not that I could think of any at the moment.

"Maybe, I'll try again when we get home," Kaiden said offhandedly.  He went
on to talk to Devon about something else and the subject of Eric's absences
was forgotten.  It was probably nothing to worry about, anyway.  Everybody
got sick from time to time ... some kids more than others.

When we got to the ranch ... after taking Devon home ... Roy, the ranch
foreman, was walking away from the barn where his cluttered office was
located.  He paused when he saw our pickup, and walked toward us after
Tyler parked.

"Howdy, boys," Roy greeted us.  "How was school today?"

"Okay, I guess," Ryan answered, before adding, "for school, that is."

Roy nodded his head, as his weathered face broke into a wrinkled smile.

"Prob'ly a lot like when I was a boy your age," he added, before changing
the subject.  "Josh wants me to teach you guys how to rope."  He laughed
again.  "Sounds like he's gonna try to make cowboys out of ALL you city
slickers ... your folks too."

The image of my dad as a cowboy caused me to smile.  I just didn't see him
that way, even though he'd probably make a good one.  I always believed my
dad could do anything he set his mind to.

"C-o-o-l," Kaiden replied with a big grin.  "That sounds like fun!"

"Yeah," Roy said.  He smiled, but also shook his head like he knew
something he wasn't saying.  "I thought maybe we could give you boys your
first lesson on Saturday morning.  Then you'd have the weekend to
practice."

"Sure!" Ryan answered.

I remembered watching an old Western movie ... with Mom, Dad and Kaiden,
when he was still little; it was the only one I'd ever seen, but I liked it
and had watched it several times since then.  It was made way before I was
born, back in the sixties or seventies, I think.  If I remember right, an
old guy named John Wayne, or something like that, starred in it.  And he
taught a group of kids how to become cowboys.  The movie was called "The
Cowboys".  Anyway, the life of a cowhand seemed awfully hard ... at least
back in olden times ... but all the guys in the movie, even a little kid
smaller than Ryan, didn't have any trouble with roping.

Roy said we should stop at Ranchers Supply after school on Friday and pick
up two hundred feet of three-eighths inch hemp rope.  He said not to let
them sell us pre-made lassos, because REAL cowboys needed to learn how to
make their own.  For our lessons, we'd have to wear shirts, jeans and work
shoes; he suggested we meet at the corral and get started around nine
o'clock.  Everybody was okay with starting that early, although I, for one,
would have liked ten ... or even eleven ... a lot better!

The guys' football team got back on track Thursday night with a fourteen to
three win.  Maybe I was the team's good luck charm; so far, they hadn't
lost when I was at the game and didn't do so good when I wasn't.  I hoped
neither Ryan nor Kaiden caught on to that, though, because I didn't want to
commit to being in the stands every Thursday night.  But I was also happy
the team won the games I'd watched.

I've played several sports ... football, basketball, soccer, softball, and
baseball ... and enjoyed most of them.  While I was pretty good as a
pitcher on the baseball team at my old school, I'd only gone to a couple of
professional baseball games in my life.  In fact, Dad had taken Kaiden and
me to one this past May, after school let out for the summer.  When we got
back to the ranch after buying the spool of rope on Friday night, our dads,
Tina and Ben were sitting around the kitchen table in the Wilson house.
After we got our snacks, Ben asked my brothers and me if we'd like to drive
into Denver that evening to see the Rockies play.  Of course, we all wanted
to go!

He'd checked on-line that afternoon, and plenty of upper deck seats were
still available for the Rockies and Cardinals.  Since Kaiden and I grew up
in eastern Missouri, the St. Louis Cardinals was our home team, even though
we weren't huge fans.  Ben loved the Rockies, while neither Tyler nor Ryan
were baseball fans to speak of.  But Tyler thought viewing a game in
person, with the rest of us, might be a lot more fun than watching it on
TV, like his dad did all the time.  Ryan just went because all his brothers
were going.

I guess I wasn't surprised Tina decided not to go, but I asked Tim, "Dad,
aren't you and Josh coming with us?"

"I don't think so, son," Tim laughed.  "Josh and I are looking forward to
an evening by ourselves."

"Without us?" Ryan asked.  He was smiling, but he shook his head, like he
couldn't believe what Tim had said.

"Yes, without you, Squirt!" Josh said, ruffling Ryan's long, shaggy mop of
hair.

I didn't think Ryan cared for that nickname ... at least not when Jared had
used it.  Ryan wanted to be taller; I knew that ... but he smiled broadly
at Josh.  At the time I never really thought about it, but our dads didn't
go out to dinner or do much other fun stuff without the rest of the family
around ... not that I knew about, anyway.  I guess they deserved a night
out, too.

Between bites of his shiny, green apple, Tyler smiled towards us guys, "Why
don't we wear our 501s and cowboy shirts to the game?"

"Yeah ... it'll be like we're country guys coming into the big city for a
visit," I eagerly added.  'SEXY country guys,' I thought, but didn't say.

Kaiden and Ryan agreed that ought to be fun.  All of us had worn our shirts
a few times since we bought them, but I hadn't put on those jeans since
Tyler and I rode fence with Robert and Luke.  And before that, just the
night we showed the vacation slides to the Wilson's.  Back in 2002, baggy
blue jeans were the style for guys our age, but just the thought of wearing
the skin-tight 501s again ... that we'd shrunk to fit our bodies like
rubber gloves ... caused my cock to plump-up.

Ben glanced at the clock above the sink.

"You guys had better hurry and change, if you're going to; we need to get
started right away," he commented.  "Even though Coors Field is right near
I-25, I haven't driven in Denver much, so I don't know what traffic will be
like on a Friday after work."

"I have," Josh said with a shake of his head.  "More times than I've wanted
to.  It's probably a good idea to allow a little extra time on Friday
night."  As we headed out the door, Josh was saying something about traffic
usually being heavy between Boulder and Denver.

"Guys, that was a GREAT idea about wearing our cowboy clothes," Kaiden said
as we crossed the back yard.  "I'd almost forgotten how much fun it was
wearing those 501s the first time!"

"It sure was," Ryan agreed, opening the kitchen door of our house and
leading us inside.

"No underwear tonight, either," Tyler stated, following Ryan up the stairs.
We'd all reverted to wearing boxers or boxer briefs since school started.
"We're gonna give my dad and the people around us an eyeful, if the game
gets boring."

"Or even if it's an exciting game," I laughed.

"Yeah," Kaiden agreed, as he and Ryan turned into their bedrooms.

After Tyler and I stepped into our room, I opened the closet and took
Tyler's and my blue jeans off their hangers, tossing them on the foot of
the bed.  Both Tyler and I had semis when we slipped out of our underwear.
If we'd had the time, I would have loved to close my mouth around Tyler's
delicious-looking, uncut pole!  But it was probably a good thing that we
quickly began to step into the tight fitting jeans.  My dick was getting
hard fast as I tried to force it down the right leg hole, and it took ALL
my willpower to make it deflate some, so I could position it and button the
jeans over my teenage bush.  Fuck, they made me feel WAY horny!  The 501s
seemed even tighter than the last time I'd worn them.

I pulled the medium green chambray shirt over my right arm, while glancing
at my lover's tanned, muscular back and butt as he struggled to get into
his jeans.  The denim molded like a second skin to every contour of Tyler's
sexy, athletic legs, and the firm globes of his ass cheeks.

"Man, you look hot, Tyler!" I exclaimed.

My cock was getting hard again, as Tyler turned around.  He was fumbling
with the button fly.  "Damn, these jeans are so stiff," he commented,
shaking his head.

"Like my cock," I laughed, even though my dick couldn't really get
completely hard, pointing toward the ground like it was.

"Mine's getting that way, too," Tyler agreed.  When he finally succeeded in
closing the top button, Tyler looked up and gave his sexiest smile as he
wiped his brow.  "Fuck!"

His swollen dick was very obvious, snaking down his right leg, and I
wrapped my arms around my lover, grinding our crotches together.

"I wish we didn't have to wear shirts tonight!" I whispered in his ear.  As
the soft skin of our hard chests pressed together, I closed my lips around
Tyler's earlobe, enjoying the feel of his gold stud against my searching
tongue.

Moaning, Tyler agreed, "Me, too," before giving me a quick kiss.  "But I
guess we'd better."  After we pulled apart, Tyler slipped his strong arms
into his light blue cowboy shirt and tucked in the tails, leaving the top
three or four snaps open.  "How's that look?"

I let out with a long wolf whistle before answering, "S-E-X-Y!"  Then I
tucked-in my shirt and buttoned it like my brother.  "We're gonna knock 'em
dead tonight!"

"Yeah, especially with Ryan and Kaiden dressed like us too," Tyler laughed.
"Everybody in our section will be watching us and not the game."

"Nothing wrong with that," I stated, sitting on the edge of the bed and
slipping my feet into a pair of low-cut socks and some Nikes that were
almost too small for me.  I'd need to get a new pair of shoes before much
longer.

As soon as we were dressed, I grabbed my Cardinals baseball cap ... that
I'd bought last spring ... from the closet, and Tyler and I headed
downstairs.  Kaiden was already there and Ryan joined us moments later.

"You guys look hot!" Ryan exclaimed, ambling into the kitchen.

Ryan couldn't have been more right!  We were four of the sexiest, young
cowboys anyone could imagine.

"So do you, little brother," Tyler commented.  Ryan's soft, butter-colored
shirt was open at the neck revealing his new, gold necklace on the deeply
tanned skin of his chest.  And his stiff dick was obvious, standing proud
to the left of his fly.  Tyler laughed.  "Damn ... I need to jack off after
seeing the rest of you guys."

"I think we all do," I agreed, before chuckling.  "We've gotta wear these
clothes more often.  I wish tight jeans were in style, then I'd wear them
to school, too."

"That WOULD be fun," Kaiden said as he opened the back door.

"Yeah, except I'd need to jack off ALL the time, then," Ryan added,
following our blonde-haired brother through the door.

"You ALREADY do it in the bathroom, between most of your classes," Kaiden
teased ... or maybe it was the truth, because Ryan didn't really argue with
him about it.

We dropped the subject for a few moments after the four or us met Ben.  But
after Tyler climbed into the front seat with his dad, and the rest of us
piled into the back seat of the Wilson Buick, somebody brought up the
subject again.  Ben seemed to have as much fun teasing Ryan as the rest of
us ... and my youngest brother was enjoying every minute of the attention.
It was fun the way we had Ryan squirming, because he needed to jack off so
bad!

Fuck ... we ALL needed to pound our meat!

It was an hour-long drive to Denver; at least, it SHOULD have taken around
an hour.  Traffic stopped just south of Boulder and crept at a snail's pace
for a mile or two.  Then, mysteriously, it just broke free.  No complaints
that it started moving again, but even though Ben said there must have been
an accident, we didn't see any sign of one.

We parked, made it through security without any incidents and Ben bought a
Colorado Rockies scorecard and team magazine just inside the turnstile.
The stadium was filling up, as we found our seats in the upper deck,
section three-eighteen, twenty-second row, on the first base side of Coors
Field.  Damn, they were up high ... talk about nosebleed section ... there
were only three rows above us!

"Excuse me," Ben said to the man on the end of our row, as he led us past a
family of five, to our seats.  Tyler followed his dad, I was next, Ryan sat
next to me and Kaiden was on Ryan's left.  "I'm sure glad we brought a pair
of binoculars!"

From so high up, we had a great view of the whole stadium, and the enormous
scoreboard above the left field bleachers, but the guys who were warming-up
on the infield were tiny.  After we settled in, Ben handed the binoculars
to Tyler and began to read the latest issue of "Rockies Magazine" that he'd
bought a few minutes earlier.

"I wonder why that row of seats is purple? All the rest of them are green,
like ours," Tyler asked nobody in particular, while scanning the upper
decks with the pair of binoculars.  "It looks like it goes all the way
around the stadium."

He took them down from his eyes and handed the binoculars to me.

"Check it out," he added, and I did before handing the pair of large, dark
green binoculars to Ryan.

"It says in here," Ben said, holding out the magazine, "the row of purple
seats designates one-mile above sea level.  So we're over a mile high where
we're sitting."

"Wow!" Ryan commented.  "It doesn't FEEL that high up."

Laughing, we all agreed with him.  Way back ... when Tyler, Kaiden, Tim and
I first came to Colorado ... we'd noticed the high altitude and thin air.
But now, it just seemed normal.

"Too bad we can't celebrate being a mile high, like we did on top of Pike's
Peak," Kaiden added with a big grin.

That celebration had been a WHOLE lot of fun!

Changing the subject about the same time as Ryan handed the field glasses
to Kaiden, Ben asked, "Is anybody hungry?"

We hadn't eaten supper, so all of us were starving.  Tyler and I went with
him to help carry everything back ... hotdogs, nachos and sodas for
everyone.  Was I ever glad Ben was paying!  I remembered prices were high
from the Cardinals game we'd gone to a few months earlier, but I guess I
hadn't REALLY paid attention to what Dad paid for our food.  Ben spent over
seventy-five dollars for our supper ... a couple of hot dogs, a large soda
and a few nachos for each of us.

With our supper on cardboard trays, the three of us shuffled in front of
the people on the end of our row, including Kaiden and Ryan.  And one of my
brothers ... Kaiden, I think ... pinched my right ass cheek as I struggled
to squeeze in front of him.

"What the fuck, Kaiden!" I exclaimed.  "Do you want me to spill these sodas
on those people in front of us?"

My brother was smiling, but didn't say anything as I stepped past Ryan and
took my seat. A couple of guys who appeared to be a few years older than
us, in row twenty-one turned around to glare at me.  I guess they were
telling me with their eyes, that they wouldn't appreciate a cold, sticky
bath right about then.  Anyway, since I hadn't spilled anything, I smiled
at them; and their hard stares turned to smiles, too, as their eyes scanned
my brothers and me.

We distributed the food and drinks, and we'd all pretty much eaten our fill
before everybody stood to his or her feet.  Someone started singing the
National Anthem down near home plate, backed by a color guard.  Obviously,
there was a camera on them, because their image was projected on the large
scoreboard across the field from us.  Most of the people around us joined
in and everybody clapped, whistled and cheered at the end of the song, like
they had done at the other baseball games I'd been to.

The guys in the row in front of us turned around, supposedly to talk about
the game that was about to begin.  But I had my doubts that was the real
reason, as their eyes wandered over my brothers' and my bodies.  I think
all four of us enjoyed the visual attention they gave us.  At least, I know
I sure did!

Before we sat down, one of the guys asked, "Are all of you Cardinals fans?"

"No ... just Chris there," Tyler said, nudging me gently as I lifted the
bill of my baseball cap, "and Kaiden ... down on the end.  Dad's a Rockies
fan." Tyler nodded towards his father, who'd just taken his seat.

The guy said he'd graduated from the University of Missouri, and knew a lot
of people who were fans of the St. Louis baseball club.  With a final long
glance at the four of us, he and his friend turned around and took their
seats.  And when I looked behind me to find my seat and lower it, I noticed
several girls around Tyler's and my age in row twenty-three.  They were
chattering among themselves between glances in our direction.

I smiled at them before taking my seat ... and the chattering intensified.

"Those girls in the row behind us are staring," I murmured in Tyler's ear.

"Cool!" Tyler replied, with a sly grin.

I can't say we really DID anything that night at the game.  All of us were
just ourselves ... which is to say, jumping up and cheering for home runs
or extra base hits ... or talking and laughing among ourselves and the
people around us.  I wasn't even thinking how sexy we must have appeared
DURING the game.  But, looking back on it, we HAD to have given the fans
around us quite a show!

It was an exciting, high scoring game, and the Rockies pulled it out in the
bottom of the tenth inning.  The final score was fourteen to thirteen.  I
wasn't really disappointed the Cardinals lost, though.  It had been a
thoroughly fun night!  Although we'd probably never see the people who were
seated around us again, they were our friends by the time we filed out of
the stands.

It was after midnight when we got back to the J bar A, but none of us were
sleepy.  After we said goodnight to Ben, my brothers and I were ready for
some fun of a different kind!

***

I hope all of you enjoyed this chapter!  And thanks for your e-mail after
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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

Have a great week, guys!  Greg