Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2009 02:15:15 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 18

Us Guys

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

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This is a fictional story ... any similarities to actual people, places,
events or other entities is purely coincidental.  The story involves gay
sex between family members and their friends, and is written solely for the
reading enjoyment of people who aren't offended by material of this type!
If you are underage, or this type of material is illegal where you live,
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Thanks for the e-mail after chapter seventeen.  It's always good to hear
from those of you who write.  I hope you enjoy chapter eighteen.

***

Chapter Eighteen

(Tyler gives us his perspective in this chapter.)

We only had a few players for the football game on Sunday afternoon.  None
of the younger guys made it back in time.  And when it was over, Jared left
for home a happier guy.  He couldn't stick around after the game; but the
thought of a threesome with him and Chris sounded awfully exciting to me.
I couldn't wait until we had a chance to try it out.  Anyway, after supper,
Chris and I finished our homework and took a shower, before deciding to
turn in early.  Sleeping would have wait for a while, though!

Both Chris and I were learning how to really kiss.  Kissing has always been
a huge turn-on for me.  I can sit on a couch, or lie in bed with the guy I
love and french him forever.  Fortunately for me, Chris is an awesome
kisser, too.  That night in September, the two of us lay in each other's
arms for an eternity, just making love to the other guy's mouth and face.
Neither of us touched our dicks, but they were stiff and throbbing the
whole time, as our tongues dueled with each other.

Thinking back, it's weird how things have worked out between Chris and me
when it comes to sex.  I mean, at first he didn't want to bottom, but I
talked him into trying it.  Now, six years later, Chris says he enjoys
being on the receiving end of my cock most of the time.  I never ever
expected things to turn out like they did, but I like how our relationship
has progressed in that regard.  Chris has turned into an awesome bottom;
and I guess, given a choice, I'd prefer to be the top.  But Chris said he
wanted to feel himself inside me, that Sunday night in 2002 ... and that
was fine with me!

My boyfriend knelt on the bed, spreading his legs slightly.  And after he'd
lubed-up good, Chris asked me to face him and sit on his manhood.  Eagerly,
I spread my legs wide around him.  It took a couple of tries, but finally I
was able to squat on his swollen manhood.  Damn ... it felt like Chris was
getting thicker in the cock department!  Chris held me in his strong arms,
gently rubbing the smooth skin of my naked back, as my sphincter adjusted
to the intrusion.  And I tangled my hands in Chris' sun-bleached, brown
head of hair, as all the while we kissed each other passionately.

Reluctantly pulling his lips away from mine, moments later, Chris said,
"Tyler, I wanna try something a little different tonight."  From the
lust-filled look on his face, I was sure whatever it was would be fun.

"Sure," I said, watching my lover.  I'm always eager to try out new stuff,
even if it sometimes doesn't work out like we hope it will.

"Can you lie back on your elbows ... with my cock still inside you?" Chris
asked after thinking for a moment.

I didn't know if I could or not ... with Chris' stiff member trying its
best to point towards my lover's face ... but I SURE knew I wanted to try
it.  I slowly reclined back on my arms, before lying on the bed all the
way, so my head was lower than my ass.  Chris got a momentary pained look
on his face, but it went away after he pulled my hips toward his lap as
much as possible.  Then he asked me to hold my dick so it was pointing
towards the ceiling.

"I wanna see if I can suck you off, while my cock's inside you," Chris
stated with a horny grin.

I knew that Chris could suck himself off; he'd shown me that skill a couple
of times.  And as I watched, he put a hand under each of my taut buns,
squeezing them firmly.  It felt WAY awesome when he arched his head forward
and I was able to guide my manhood into his eager mouth.  I couldn't
believe the sensations of having my lover's pole stretch my ass wide, while
my cock disappeared into his sucking mouth.  He was actually able to take
all the head and even some of the shaft!

I wrapped my legs around my lover's back, helping to hold myself in
position.

"OH ... FUCK, YEAH CHRIS!" I cried out, as his tongue played with my slit,
before forcing it's way under my foreskin.  "Suck me harder, man.  Yeah,
just like that!"

He smiled around my throbbing dick ... like Chris does sometimes ... before
he closed his lips tightly around my cock head and began sucking and
slurping over it.  Working my abs, I alternated between sucking my stomach
in and pushing it out.  FUCK!  I knew I couldn't last for long; the
feelings were WAY too intense!

"Chris ... I'm gonna nut!" I exclaimed a few minutes later.  As soon as I
felt cum enter the base of my shaft, I pulled my in stomach all the way and
held my breath.

Heart pounding, I clamped down with my pubic muscles and ringed the thumb
and forefinger of my left hand around my throbbing shaft, squeezing
tightly.  I tried to hold back my gooey load for as long as I could, but
I'd crossed that wonderful point-of-no-return.  No matter what I did, I
could only delay the inevitable for a few seconds.  Chris sucked me even
harder, as I spread my legs wide, and even fanned out my toes, pointing
them towards the ceiling.  As my cock spurted into Chris' sucking mouth,
the good-burning sensations traveled from my groin, up my legs to the tips
of my outstretched toes.  The feelings seemed to go on forever.

"Oh, yeah!" I gasped.  My whole body shivered from the intense orgasm I'd
just experienced, before I finally relaxed on the mattress.  I'll never
forget the climax Chris had just given me ... my heart was still pounding
in my ears.  "Shit, Chris!  I never felt anything like that.  Fuck!"

As my heartbeat slowly returned to normal ... if it could ever be normal
again ... Chris kept sucking on my cock; the head was WAY sensitive, but I
didn't try to stop him.  I guess he didn't want to let any of my boy juice
go to waste.  And I sure didn't want him to.

"That was awesome!" Chris declared, sitting up and rubbing the back of his
neck.  And as he swiped his hand over his lips, my lover's penis slipped
out of my ass.

"Yeah," I agreed.  It had been even BETTER than awesome ... if that was
possible!  "Did you cum yet?"

"Not yet," Chris laughed.  "It was too much work making you cum.  Leaning
forward like that isn't easy ... even for me."

I laughed with him.  It might have been difficult, but I sure wished my
body was limber like Chris', so I could try sucking and fucking him at the
same time.  "How do you want me to lay, when you cum inside me?" I asked,
wanting to please my boyfriend more than anything.

"On your stomach, I think," he said, smiling lustfully.  "You've got the
best ass, Tyler.  The VERY best!"

Chris has a great ass, too ... but he's told me many times, mine is better.
And I'm not going to disagree with him.  Chris says he likes the way my
firm, tanned buns are covered in soft, sun-bleached hairs.  He says they
look good enough to eat, and Chris ought to know; he's sampled their flavor
and texture plenty of times!  Like it or not, I'll probably be hairy like
my dad.  I just hope I don't end up with QUITE as much as him.

My dick was still hard when I rolled onto my stomach; I never wanted it to
go soft again, after the pleasure it had already given me that night.  And
Chris kneaded my tanned cheeks in his hands, before roughly licking them.
The guy I love nipped at the skin, sometimes pulling on the hairs, before
he spread the twin globes wide.  His talented tongue searched for my
quivering pucker; and after thrusting it inside me again and again, Chris
spread his legs around mine, as he got into a pushup position over me.

For better or worse, my lover was learning to take his time, and he made me
wait for an eternity ... to a sixteen-year old, at least ... before he
lowered his pelvis to my butt.  Then, gently and slowly, Chris slid his
manhood back and forth in my crack, again teasing me forever.  I was SO
ready to be penetrated.  Amazingly, Chris' penis found my open hole the
first time; he didn't even need to use his hand to guide it in.  As he
thrust completely into me, Chris rolled forward, lowering his body onto
mine.  And when he pushed up with his strong arm muscles, my boyfriend
pulled his cock almost completely out.

A lesser guy couldn't have kept it up for so long; but I guess all Chris'
exercising over the past few months was paying dividends ... for both him
and me!  Chris made love to my ass like a pro.  But unfortunately, like all
good things, it had to come to an end.  Chris couldn't hold off the
inevitable forever.  My boyfriend laid his muscular body on top of mine,
and as we kissed, he began thrusting into me at a fever pitch.

"Fuck," Chris slurred, seemingly in a sex-induced fog.  "I'm gonna shoot,
Tyler; I'm gonna shoot!"

My lover tensed up his lean, sweaty body before completely relaxing all of
his hundred and forty-three pounds on top of me.  His cock deflated moments
later, and slipped out of my love canal; and I felt his cum running out
soon after.  I rolled over until we were lying face-to-face.

"Damn, I love you, Tyler," Chris said in a soft voice.  Then he yawned.

"I'd never have guessed!" I laughed, hugging my brother.  "You're the guy
I've always wanted, Chris," I added, meaning each word.  I was suddenly
sleepy too.  'What a way to go to sleep,' I thought; and completely
contented, I snuggled up to my lover.  Our bodies fit together so
perfectly, there was no doubt we'd been made for each other.  And with a
smile on my face, I fell asleep in Chris' strong arms.

***

It was back to reality the next morning: Chris woke up with a stiff neck
... and it was really sore.  He said he would be thinking twice, before
sucking me off again, like he'd done last night.  Damn ... it had sure been
a lot of fun for me, while he was doing it!  We dressed and headed
downstairs for breakfast.

"Morning, boys," Tim declared cheerily, while closing the refrigerator
door.  He set an almost full gallon jug of milk on the counter as we slid
onto stools.  "Is something wrong with you, Chris?"

"He says he's got a stiff neck," I grinned, draping an arm over my
brother's shoulder.

"Sounds like you two tried a new position last night," Tim laughed
heartily, shaking his head.  "That'll happen sometimes."

"It's not funny ... it HURTS!" Chris declared.

"I bet it does, Chris.  I'm sorry," Tim said.  "That happened to me and
your mom more than once."  Then he laughed again.  "It didn't keep us from
trying new things, though.  What was the name of that book Beth bought to
spice up our love life?"  He thought for a moment.  "I think it was called
"The Joy of Sex" or something like that.  It was full of ... um
... interesting positions."  Tim shook his head.  "There was one with a
rocking chair ..."

"Sounds interesting," I laughed while pouring my bowl of cereal.

"I guess you could use that word to describe it, Tyler; it WAS interesting
all right," Tim replied with a grin.  "That's not the word I would have
used, though."  He shook his head again and chuckled.  "That one was more
like torture for me.  But some of the positions were a lot of fun.  In
fact, I think Kaiden was made using one of them!"

Both Chris and I laughed, thinking about Kaiden being created because his
mom and dad were following the directions in a sex book.

"Last night, Chris sucked me off while he was fucking me," I commented,
sprinkling a spoon of sugar over my cereal.  "I loved it."

With a look of awe on his face, Tim turned towards Chris.  "You could
actually DO that, son?"

"Yeah," Chris admitted with a good dose of pride.  "But I'm paying for it
this morning."

Tim shook his head again and glanced at the clock.  "A steaming hot shower
will probably make it feel better, Chris ... if you've got the time," Tim
advised.  "It needs to be as hot as you can stand ... and just let the
water pound on the sore spot for a while."

"Thanks, Dad," Chris smiled.  "I'm gonna take one right now."

He wolfed-down a few more bites of cereal before heading upstairs.  And I
heard the shower begin, moments later.  I was brushing my teeth in the
steamy bathroom, when Chris stepped out of the shower.  The guy-I-love's
skin was red as a boiled lobster, but he said he was feeling quite a bit
better.  We were both glad of that!

It was a usual Monday morning at high school; and we learned that Eric was
back in school, on the drive home that afternoon.  Kaiden said Eric hadn't
dress-out for gym class, but otherwise, he seemed to be his old self.  All
of us were really glad to hear that!  And at the Photography Club meeting
on Tuesday, after we completed our photography assignment for the evening,
my dads told all of us more about the field trip.  All the club members had
their parents' permission to go ... that was awesome news!

"Have any of you been to the Maroon Bells before?" Tim asked the club,
after collecting the signed permission forms from us.

None of us had.

"I'm glad to hear that," Ben commented with a smile.  "Guys, both Tim and I
think it's the most scenic spot in the state of Colorado ... and that's
saying a lot!  If you like the outdoors, I bet all of you will really enjoy
it."

"We really lucked-out," Tim stated.  "It's getting awfully late, and I was
afraid I wouldn't be able to make camping reservations anywhere near where
we wanted to be.  But everything is working out just fine."

Tim was able to reserve two campsites in the Silver Queen campground on the
mountain road up to Maroon Lake.  So we were planning to take three tents;
and hopefully we'd have room to set them all up.  If not, we'd all be
squeezing into two.  But hey ... I like togetherness!

Ben asked how many of us had warm sleeping bags; as it turned out, if we
brought all six of ours, we'd be in good shape.  We wouldn't be doing any
overnight backpacking, so our book bags would work fine as daypacks.  And
Tim and Ben would gather the rest of the gear we'd need.  Everything seemed
to be taking shape.

"One other thing you guys need to know ... and I hope it doesn't cause any
of you to change your minds about going," Tim commented, glancing around
our small group.  "There won't be any flush toilets or bathrooms with sinks
or showers."

"There is a hand pump for water, though," Ben added with half a smile.  "We
can use it for drinking and washing-off.  If you like it cold, that is!"

Several of the club members looked at each other and a couple of them
shivered at the mention of icy baths, but nobody said anything.  Maybe some
of them were too shocked!

"Hey, guys ... Chris and I went backpacking up in the mountains back in
July," I stated, breaking the silence.  "And we didn't have showers ... or
ANY kind of toilets for over a week."

Everybody laughed at that statement.  Jenne, the only girl in the
photography club, seemed to think the lack of modern facilities might be
different for boys.  But she wanted to go on the photo trip so bad; she was
willing to give it a try.  And all the guys were willing to make do without
showers for a few days, as well.

"At least, we'll all smell bad together," Brad said in his easy-going way.

"That's the way to look at it, Brad," Ben chuckled.  "Be sure to dress in
layers, and it really won't be that terrible.  This time of year, it's
going to be cold up on the mountainside until the sun gets high in the sky.
None of us will be doing a heck of a lot of sweating, even by
mid-afternoon."

The meeting drew to a close, with Ben and Tim promising we'd make the final
preparations next week.  And on the drive home, Tim mentioned again how
excited he was about the trip.  He said we were all going to be in for a
treat, especially if Mother Nature was on our side this fall.  But even
though Chris and I tried to wheedle more information out of him, he
wouldn't say any more on the subject.

Although my brothers and I didn't watch much news on TV ... unless it just
happened to be on when we came down for breakfast ... it was impossible not
to know that tomorrow would be the first anniversary of the September 11
terrorist attacks.  Some of the teachers had been discussing it in our
classes at school.  And our families spent quite a while during supper on
Wednesday night, telling each other what we'd been doing when we first
heard the news a year earlier and how we had reacted to it.  We'd all
shared so many of the same emotions a year ago.

"Boys, I'm basically a fun-loving guy," Tim declared as our meal was
winding down.  "But I've never been more serious in my life.  If you don't
remember anything else I say to you, PLEASE remember these two things:
enjoy life to the fullest every day and always treat the people you love
with respect ... like they might not be around tomorrow.  I'm sure plenty
of families are living with regret right now, over how they treated their
loved ones who died on that awful day.  And when they're gone ..."

Tim never finished his last thought; he just let the sentence dangle.  All
of us got to complete his thought in our own way.  My boyfriend's Dad
paused for a moment and hung his head.  I'm sure he was remembering some
regrets he had in his life ... maybe about how he'd treated Chris and
Kaiden's mom on the morning before she was killed in a car accident, or
maybe something else.  I'd never heard Tim talk like that ... but then
again he'd never really discussed death before ... not around me, at least.

Both Kaiden and Chris sensed what their Dad was going through, and without
hesitation they both got up and hugged Tim tightly.

"We love you, Dad," Kaiden declared firmly.

"Thanks, boys, I needed that," Tim said with a smile before looking at each
of us.  "I love all of you more than I can ever express with words."

"We love you, too, Dad," Ryan said for the rest of us.

"Tim ... what you just said is SO right," Mom agreed, slowly shaking her
head.  "I know I'VE taken people for granted before."  She wistfully
glanced at Dad and then towards me.  "All of you boys will be leaving us to
start your own lives before too many years ..."

"Hey ... I'm not going anywhere!" Ryan exclaimed with a big grin.

All of us laughed, and suddenly the mood in the kitchen wasn't so somber.
Mom never finished her statement, but Josh reached over and tousled Ryan's
long, shaggy hair before speaking up, "If you want to, Ryan ... you can
live here until you're old and gray!

"Or maybe he'll be old and bald," Kaiden laughed wickedly.

"NO WAY!" Ryan declared, shaking his head of thick, brown hair.  It fell
over his eyes before he raked it back with his fingers.

The idea of Ryan with a bald head got all of us laughing again.  But
seriously, we all agreed with Ryan's statement about sticking around.  I
don't think any of us wanted to leave the J bar A any time soon!

We sat around in the kitchen for a while longer, just talking and enjoying
each other's company, before I said to Chris, "I guess we'd better head out
to the corral and practice roping Betsy.  Roy will be on us, big-time, if
we aren't any better for our second lesson!"

"Tyler, your mom and dad and I probably ought to watch you guys," Tim
commented with a grin.  "It sounds like Roy is going to give us a roping
lesson after lunch, tomorrow."

"It's about time you guys learned how to earn your keep!" Josh laughed; and
the rest of us joined in.

"It's pretty boring ... and a lot harder than it looks," Chris said,
slipping off of his stool.  "But Tyler figured out how to make it more
interesting ... for the two of us, at least."

Our parents didn't follow us outside.  And while Ryan and Kaiden headed
downstairs to play video games, Chris and I spent the next hour, or so,
roping each other.  Neither of us tied the other up, though.  Maybe we'd
save that until the next time.  When we went back inside, Mom and Dad had
taken over the PS-2, while the others watched and cheered.

"This game's almost like really driving," Ben commented.  He glanced away
from the screen for a moment and his pickup crashed into a rock wall.

"Watch where you're going!" Mom shouted while shaking her head.  She turned
to Chris.  "I'm almost afraid to ride with the man."

Dad wasn't the best driver in the world.  And his driving skills ... or
lack of them, in Mom's perception, at least ... had been the source of many
jokes in our family over the years.

"WOMEN!" Ben said in an exasperated voice, as his truck took off around the
off-road course again.  With a laugh, he added in Josh's direction, "I
haven't had an accident in over three years."  His pickup crashed again.
"At least, not where it really counts!"

Mom laughed sarcastically, and the rest of us joined in.  Our family had
fun playing 4x4 EVO Wednesday night, as we challenged each other.  Several
of us won races on different courses before we called it a night.  And
after saying our goodnights, Chris and I left Dad at the console,
practicing, as we headed upstairs to our bedroom.

"Is your neck still bothering you?" I asked Chris, after he seemed to
twinge and tighten-up while pulling his t-shirt over his head.

"A little bit," Chris answered, rubbing the base of his neck and the top of
his naked back with his right hand.  "But not like before ... that's for
sure!"

Everything about Chris turned me on ... even his neck.  And as I watched
him rubbing it, the head of my cock began sending messages to my brain
... or maybe the messages were going in the other direction.  Either way, I
felt my manhood begin to swell and harden, as I stepped out of my jeans.
Then I leaned over, tenderly kissing the sore spot.

***

Well, guys, this seems like a good place to end chapter eighteen.  I sure
hope all of you enjoyed reading it!  I debated if I should mention
9/11/2001, but on the one-year anniversary it was a topic of much
discussion in the U.S.  And I had watched Oliver Stone's movie about that
day only weeks before I wrote this chapter.

I hope the upcoming Photo Club trip turns out like I think it will.
Hopefully you guys will enjoy it!

If you'd like to send me an email on this chapter, I'd sure appreciate
hearing from you. (fotogme11@yahoo.com) And if you would like to join the
Yahoo! Group for my stories, you can do that here:
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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