Date: Fri, 12 Sep 2008 01:52:14 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 2

Us Guys

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

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Archive.  It may not be copied to another website without prior permission
from the author.

This fictional story involves gay sex between family members and their
friends, and it 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.

***

Hey everybody!

Thanks for ALL of your emails after chapter one!  It was great hearing from
so many of you.  I'm glad that you enjoyed chapter one, and I promise to do
my part to make this story the best one yet.  As many of you know, these
guys are like family to me.  The kind of family I think I'd really enjoy
being a part of.

Along with our personal relationship, Steve, my story consultant, and I
decided to form a fun business partnership back in August.  As some of you
know, we've named it H.L.L.B. Enterprises. (hllb-enterprises.com).  We're
still formulating plans for the business, but we have a lot of ideas as to
what the enterprises should be.  If you're interested, check into the
website from time to time, although it's just a placeholder page right now.
And if you have any suggestions, we'd sure like to hear them!

I hope all of you enjoy chapter two!

Chapter Two:

(Chris continues with the story)

Tyler and I took that shower after our friends left.

And as we cleaned the sweat and aftermath of sex off each other's bodies, I
commented, "I knew Jared was a virgin before tonight, but I'd have never
guessed that Luke was."

"I know," Tyler answered, lathering my torso.  "He's such a hunk.  But Luke
told me about it ... you know ... that night out on the range.  He's got
high hopes for this semester, though.  I guess he's getting serious with
the girl he's been going with."

"I wonder if Jared's ever gone out with anyone?" I asked, rinsing off.

"He's never said ... or that he was even looking," Tyler replied.  "Not to
me, at least."

We hugged and kissed under the warm, falling water for a few moments,
before drying off and climbing into bed.  What with the start of school and
all, it had been a very full day.  As soon as my head hit the pillow I must
have fallen asleep, because my next memory was jolting awake from a dream.
Actually, it was more like a nightmare!

My heart was pounding and my body slicked with sweat.  In the dream, I was
naked ... nothing new there, I guess ... but I'd been running from someone
or something ... I couldn't quite remember who or what ... and my feet
seemed to have fifty-pound weights attached to them.  If that wasn't bad
enough, I was running down one of the halls in my new high school, and
everybody was pointing at me and laughing.  Damn!

As my mind reflected on that embarrassing scenario, a cooling breeze wafted
through the open window; and I shivered ... bringing me back to reality.
The dusk-to-dawn lights in the back yard cast a faint glow into the
bedroom, and I noticed Tyler was sleeping soundly.  He was on his stomach
at the moment, and the dark, shadowy form of his tanned body contrasted
nicely against the white of the bed sheet.

Scrunching down in the bed a little bit, I rolled as close to my adopted
brother as I could get, while curling my head onto his strong back.  Tyler
mumbled something I couldn't understand.  And slowly, calmed by my naked
lover's regular, shallow breathing, my heartbeat returned to normal.

The alarm clock woke me the next time ... six forty-five ... fuck!  The
last thing I felt like doing at that time of the morning was roll out of
bed.  I must have slipped off of Tyler sometime during the early morning
hours, because I was curled up beside him.  With the alarm still buzzing
incessantly, Tyler stumbled out of bed and turned on the ceiling light.

"Wake up sleepy!" he exclaimed groggily, climbing onto the bed and planting
a wet kiss on the side of my face.  "Damn, you're sexy laying in bed like
that, Chris.  But we've gotta get up for school this morning."

He fondled my cock a little, waking IT up at least, and finally turned off
the alarm.  Tyler wouldn't let me go back to sleep ... as much as I wanted
to ... and around half past seven, the four of us were climbing into our
pickup for the drive to school.

The Wednesday morning routine was pretty much the same, and so was
Thursday, except Ryan and Kaiden's eighth grade football team was going to
have its first game that evening.  The rest of the family, including Ben
and Tina, were gathered around the kitchen counter that morning, eating
breakfast.  I was still half asleep as I rushed downstairs ... until I
caught a whiff of freshly baked cinnamon rolls, that is.

Slipping my athletic legs around an empty stool, I poured myself a bowl of
cereal, before grabbing one of the large rolls.

"Mmmmm, these are great!" I exclaimed, as I savored the warm roll.  "Who
baked them, anyway?"

"I'm glad you like them, Chris," Tina replied with a smile.  "I thought
maybe Kaiden and Ryan could use a little extra energy today."

Ryan grinned at Tina.

"Josh, don't you and Tim forget we've got a game tonight," he stated.

"How could we forget it?" Tim laughed, reaching over and ruffling Ryan's
mop of unruly, brown hair.  "Football is about the only thing you and
Kaiden talk about, any more."

"DA-ad ... it's not either!" Kaiden exclaimed, pretending to be hurt for a
moment, before he grinned.  "You will be there, right?"

"I think half the ranch is going to the game," Josh commented with a smile
of his own.  " Everybody wants to see you guys and the twins play."

"Even Chris and I are gonna go," Tyler chimed in, as he put his bowl and
spoon in the dishwasher.  "Ryan, you ARE gonna score a touchdown for us,
aren't you?"

"I sure hope so!" Ryan declared excitedly.

"He will," Kaiden added confidently.  "Ryan's the best running back on the
team."

Ryan smirked like he agreed.

"I hope you're right, son," Josh replied, sounding like the concerned
father he was.  "But Kaiden, I'll be proud of you and Ryan ... and the
twins, too ... if you guys just play your best."

"Thanks, Dad!" Kaiden said, while draping his arm over our youngest
brother's shoulder.  "There's no way Ryan won't score, though."

Ryan was beaming, as I wolfed down the last of my cereal.  Moments later,
my three brothers headed upstairs to brush their teeth and collect their
packs.

"Is Ryan as good as Kaiden says?" Tim asked.

"He's pretty good for a little kid," I answered, cleaning up my mess.  "At
least when we play on Sunday afternoons."

"You'd better not let Ryan hear you calling him a little kid!" Josh
commented.  "Even though he is just twelve."

"Going on eighteen," Tim chuckled.  "Have you guys got his birthday party
all planned?"

"Yeah, Dad, almost," I replied.  "Is he ever gonna have fun!"

Ryan's thirteenth birthday was a week and a half away, September 2, Labor
Day Monday, and we'd decided to have his party on Sunday, the first.
Tyler, Kaiden, Cole, who was a college friend of ours, and I had been
planning the party for a couple of weeks.  We wanted to make it an awesome
birthday celebration Ryan would never forget!

As the adults were talking about Ryan's upcoming birthday, I rushed
upstairs to brush my teeth.  The other guys were ready to leave, and as
soon as I hefted my book bag onto my shoulders we headed back downstairs.

"You guys have a good day!" Tim stated.  Then, with a wicked smile, he
added, "And Ryan, what time is that game, again?"

Ryan sighed.

"Six thirty," he said for the umpteenth time that week.  "And coach said
we've gotta be at the school by six, at the very latest."

Since we also had to take Devon, Jared's younger brother, to the game, we
had a light supper around four thirty that afternoon.  And when we'd eaten,
Tyler and I loaded a very excited Kaiden and Ryan, along with the identical
Lopez twins, Carlos and David, who were both small for their fourteen
years, into the Tacoma.  Fifteen minutes later, Devon was opening the
passenger door.

"Hi, guys!" the sun-bleached, blonde thirteen-year old exclaimed.

Devon was a smaller version of Jared in the looks department, with his fine
facial features and golden tan.  Of course, while Jared had some muscles,
Devon was a slim boy.

"Hey, Devon," everyone answered.

"You got room for me, David?" Devon asked, as he glanced into the already
packed cab of the truck.

"Sure," David answered, with a big grin for his friend.  "You can sit up
here with us."

Unbuckling, David nudged against me.  And after loosening my seatbelt, I
scooted over really close to Tyler.  Placing one arm on the seatback behind
my boyfriend, I wrapped the other behind David's small, hot frame.  Devon
slipped onto the seat, buckling the belt around himself and David, before
he gingerly pulled the door closed.

"Damn, you just barely fit," David observed, while snaking his arm behind
our neighbor-to-the-north's shoulder.

"Yeah," Devon replied, glancing at David for a moment.  "Thanks for picking
me up tonight, Tyler."

"Any time, Dev," Tyler answered.  "I like sitting this close to Chris!"

"I bet!" Carlos commented from behind me, making wet, smooching sounds.

While Tyler and I hadn't declared our love for each other to the whole
student body, everyone on the ranch ... well, at least all the teens ... as
well as Devon and Jared knew about our special relationship.  But they'd
all agreed to a rule Josh set forth a while back ... what happened on the
ranch stayed on the ranch.  And they liked having fun with us as much as we
enjoyed it with all of them.

Talk about close quarters on the drive to town ... but I gotta tell you, I
loved every minute of it!  The younger guys were so excited about their
first game, but they were also nervous.  Tyler and I knew exactly how they
felt.  We'd both had butterflies in our stomachs before a game, since Tyler
had played football for a couple of years back in Kansas, and I'd been on
the baseball team at my old school.

Anyway, we got them to their school in plenty of time.

"You wanna see our locker room?" Kaiden asked Tyler and me, after we'd
piled out of the packed cab.

"Why not?" Tyler asked in reply, stretching out the kinks in his muscles.
"We've got plenty of time."

"Sure," I added.  "Lead the way."

The boys' locker room was a beehive of pre-game activity, as guys in all
stages of dress and undress prepared for their first game.  Of course, my
cock immediately took notice of all the cute, young guys; and while I was
discreetly making it more comfortable, Kaiden introduced Tyler and me to a
couple of their friends. Then he quickly began to strip.

Moments later, their coach stepped through the door and blew his whistle.

"Everybody dressed in fifteen minutes," he bellowed.

"We'd better go save a bunch of seats for everybody," Tyler stated, before
grinning.  "You guys kick some butt tonight!"

"We will," Ryan promised, with a determined look on his face.  "See you
later."

Tyler and I climbed onto the bleachers and were surprised that they were
already starting to fill with parents and other relatives of the players.
We climbed to the top row, as close to the middle as possible, and staked
out a large section for the J bar A contingent.

There were a dozen of us, by the time the game began.  Maybe it was just
because it was the first game of the season, but I was surprised that the
medium sized bleachers on our side of the field were filled to overflowing.
The opposing team was another middle school from our district, and even
their small bleachers, opposite us, were over half full.  I guess lots of
families must have wanted to see their kids or brothers play.

Somebody from the ranch brought a few cowbells, to make noise when the home
team scored a touchdown, and both Tim and Ben had cameras with zoom lenses
hanging around their necks.  They tried to take some shots from the stands,
but after a few unsuccessful tries, both of them headed down to the
sidelines to try their luck from there.

The cowbells were silent during most of the first half, until our offense
began to show signs of life in the last minute.  But we weren't able to
score, and the first half ended with a 0-0 tie.  The defenses were looking
good ... but it was probably because both offenses were still learning how
to play in a real game!

During halftime, Ben and Tim returned to the stands.

"Did you get any good shots?" Tina asked, making room for her husband and
giving him a quick peck on the cheek after he was seated.

"Not really," Ben answered with a little laugh.  "I was hoping to get some
shots of guys scoring touchdowns, but that sure hasn't happened."

"Hey ... there's always the second half," Josh commented, shaking his head
and laughing.  "I HOPE we have a lot more offense!"

"Me too," Tim agreed.  "The first half was awfully boring ... but Kaiden
and both the twins got in a few good shots on defense."

We talked for a while longer as the middle school band marched across the
field; and I actually recognized a couple of the tunes they were trying to
play!  Everybody in our group, who knew anything about football, had a few
ideas about what the coach should be telling the guys in the locker room;
and I had to laugh to myself, because of all the different opinions.

While the cheerleaders tried to drum up some excitement in the stands, both
teams returned to the field.

"I guess we'd better head back down to the sidelines," Tim said with a
shake of his head.

"Let's hope for a little more excitement in the second half," Ben added, as
both men began to pick their way through the other fans.

I don't know what their coach told them during his pep talk, but the boys
seemed like a different team as the offense took the field to begin the
second half.  On the second play from scrimmage, Devon was handed the ball.
His lithe body squirted through the line untouched and he had an open field
run to the end zone.

"Yeah! Way to go, Devon!" I yelled amid the cries of joy from the stands.

Shouting and clapping, all the fans stood to their feet as the cowbells
began their tinny ringing from our row.

Talk about a game of contrasts!  As inept as our offense had been in the
first half, they were good in the second.  The final score was 21-3, with
Ryan scoring a last minute touchdown.  Even from up in the stands, I was
sure I could see the big smile on my brother's face.

Before tonight, neither Tyler nor I thought we'd be remotely interested in
a middle school football game.  We mainly went because we didn't have any
other plans, and our dads thought it was important for all of us to support
our brothers.  But strange as it seemed to me, even eighth grade football
was a big deal with the people out here; and the electricity rubbed off on
both Tyler and me, as we were caught up in the fun of a big, first win.  I
found myself looking forward to the next Thursday night home game.

The stands emptied slowly, as family members and friends waited around for
the football players to shower and dress.

Tim passed around his camera to all of us.  Some of the shots from the
second half were really good, and we talked for a while, rehashing the
game.  Ben, an old-school film shooter, reluctantly agreed that a digital
camera definitely had advantages when photographing sports, since he still
had to have his film developed to see if any of his shots turned out.

"It's sure taking our boys a long time!" Josh commented, as fifteen minutes
came and went, and most of the people had drifted away. "I thought we'd
stop by DQ on the way home, to celebrate the victory ... if they ever get
out of the locker room, that is."

All of us laughed at that comment.  Knowing all of our guys like I did, I
had a pretty good idea what was going on in the boys' locker.  Josh and Tim
did, too, but I wasn't sure about Devon's or the twins' parents.

"I'll go see what's keeping them so long," Tyler offered, glancing in my
direction.  "Chris, do you wanna come with me?"

"Sure," I answered.

Probably imagining what might be going on in the locker room, a little
smile crossed Tim's lips.  But then he added soberly, "Tell them to hurry
up, if they want to stop at Dairy Queen.  It is a school night, after all."

My brother and I trotted off, towards the school.  And after opening the
door to the boys' locker room, both Tyler and I noticed the room seemed
deserted and the coach's office was dark.

"Way to go!" a young voice I couldn't identify cried out from behind the
last bank of lockers.

At about the same time, a few other voices cried out "yeah" or "fuck",
followed by a round of laughter.  It sounded like several players were
having a fun, post-game, victory celebration.

"Hurry up guys!" I yelled, grinning towards Tyler.  "Everybody's waiting!"

"Shit!" another voice I didn't recognize exclaimed quietly.

"It's just Chris ... Kaiden and Ryan's brother," one of the twins laughed.

"Yeah ... he doesn't care," Devon added.

With an evil smile on my face, I motioned for Tyler to stay where he was,
as I walked around the lockers.

Ryan lay on his back, on one of the benches.  His deeply tanned, mostly
hairless legs were spread around it while the soles of his bare feet were
planted firmly on the floor.  Several drops of his boyish, clear cum had
sprayed over Ryan's tight stomach.  Drew, one of the guys Kaiden had
pointed out before the game, knelt beside him, with Ryan's still-hard prick
in his fist.  Devon, Kaiden and one of the twins were getting dressed,
while the other twin sat on the floor between the legs of a small, fair
skinned kid ... who I'd never seen before.  The eighth guy ... Jacob, I
think his name was ... was standing beside them with his long, slender cock
in his hand, pumping it furiously as cum dribbled onto the floor.

"But it's not just me," I stated in a hushed voice, glancing over my
shoulder.

In my whole life, I've never seen five guys move so fast, as everybody who
was still naked grabbed for some clothes.

Moments later, with the unmistakable scent of fresh cum hanging in the air,
I began to laugh.  Everyone was looking towards me, as Tyler peered around
the lockers.

"What the fuck?" Kaiden exclaimed, relieved for his friends.  "It's only
Tyler!"

"Hey, guys!" Tyler said.  "Good game tonight!"  Shaking his head, he
chuckled, "Wow, Chris ... I can't believe you pulled it off."

After a few moments, Kaiden began to laugh too, followed by most of the
younger boys.

"Sorry, guys ... I just couldn't help myself," I said.  "But weren't you
afraid the coach would walk in on you, wanting to turn off the lights, or
lock up or something?"

"Nah, Eric here is the team manager," the twin who had just been sitting on
the floor replied.  "And he gets to turn out the lights."

The pale kid grinned shyly.

"Yeah, Eric's the best," Ryan said, as Eric began to blush.  "After he
found out we liked to jack off, every Friday after practice, the eight of
us would hang around in the locker room together, after everyone else had
gone home."

"But he didn't get to cum, tonight," Devon added, shaking his head.  "You
walked in too soon, Chris."

"Sorry, Eric," I apologized, thinking for a moment.  "Let's take care of
that right now, okay Tyler?"

"Sure," Tyler laughed.  "But we've gotta hurry.  Everybody's outside,
waiting on us."

Eric had pulled a pair of baggy shorts over his still obviously swollen
dick, and I carefully worked the waistband around his erect cock.  Talk
about stiff!  As soon as it had been freed, his long, slender boyhood
popped up tight against Eric's thin, white stomach.

The chalky skinned kid stepped out of his shorts and Tyler directed him to
lie down on the bench.  Eric had a look of wonder on his face, like maybe
he'd never been around older guys much ... at least not older guys who
wanted to make him cum!

Eric's delicious-looking, cut dick was the same light color as the rest of
his body.  Immediately, I took it into my mouth, and Eric gasped loudly.  I
was sure he'd never had a blow-job before ...  After bobbing on the head a
couple of times, I took him deep ... (I'd been practicing!) ... pressing my
nose into the tiniest nest of soft, dark pubes.

"Shit!" Eric cried out, moaning and sucking in his stomach.

As Tyler fondled the youth's hairless, average-sized balls, I concentrated
on the head of his cock, especially the sweet spot on the underside, just
beneath the rim.

The other guys began to cheer the three of us on.  Cries of "Fuck, yeah!",
"Make him cum, Chris!" and "Pump his mouth full of your fuckin' cream,
Eric!" filled the air, as Eric tensed up, held his breath and busted his
nut ... hard ... in my mouth.

Spent, Eric relaxed his slight body onto the bench.  He was an average
looking kid, not the kind of guy who got many second glances, I guess.  But
as I let his still-hard dick slip from between my lips and plop against his
stomach, Eric smiled like he'd just scored the winning touchdown.

Fuck, he had a great smile!

***

I think I'll end chapter two right here, guys.  I sure hope you enjoyed it!
If you did, I'd really like to hear from you (fotogme11@yahoo.com).  As I
mentioned after chapter one, I have two other stories that tell how the
guys got to where they are in "Us Guys".  Both stories are in the
Gay/Incest section of the Nifty Archive.  The first one is called "I'll
Suck You" and the final post was June 25, 2007.  The second story, "I've
Got the Best Family" ended on May 23, 2008.  If you would be interested in
reading them, you could also click on the "Authors" tab at the top of the
Nifty home page and scroll down to "Photo Guy".  If you want to join the
Yahoo! Group for my stories, you can do that here:
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ill_suck_you/join

Extra special thanks to Brett and Trenton, football experts, for proofing
what I wrote about the game for accuracy.  These guys have been a big help
to me, since I never played on a school football team.

Have a great week, guys.  Greg