Date: Fri, 6 Mar 2009 02:43:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 26

Us Guys

By:  Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
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events or other entities is purely coincidental.  The story involves gay
sex between family members and their friends, and is written solely for the
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Chapter Twenty-six

(Chris narrates.)

For a couple of fleeting moments, a small but impressive grouping of jagged
peaks was visible in the dim, predawn light.  Snow was banded across them
from upper left to lower right.  They were amazing, and it looked like they
weren't all that far away.

"That's where we're headed; those are the Maroon Bells," Ben replied to
Jenne.  "How do you like them so far?"

"Awesome," she answered as the mountains disappeared from view.  "I've seen
pictures of those mountains before.  But I never knew what they were called
... and I never thought I'd ever see them myself."

Brad and Marc were the only photo club members who had been born in
Colorado.  The rest of us were transplants, but both Tyler and I had seen
photographs our fathers had taken of these mountains.  Although, I was
several years younger when Tim had shown his shots to the family.  Ben had
prominently displayed one of his photos of the Maroon Bells on a lobby wall
of their motel back in Hays, Kansas.  It had been a favorite of Tyler's
since he'd first seen it.

"I think there's more snow on the mountains than I've ever seen when I've
been here," Dad stated.  "That rain we had last night was a blessing in
disguise!"

"It sure was," Ben agreed.  The mountains came into view again, a little
closer this time.  "Now if the weather gods will only shine down on us once
more," he laughed.

The nine of us were excitedly discussing the beautiful scene in front of
us, when a 'Keep Right' sign appeared.  Ann slowed the van, following a
couple of other cars into a fair-sized parking lot that was already mostly
filled with an assortment of SUVs, passenger cars and mini-vans ... even at
this early hour.

"We're SURE not going to be alone this morning," Ann declared, while
steering the van into one of the last available parking spaces.

That turned out to be an understatement, if I'd ever heard one.  When we
climbed out of the toasty interior of the van, it seemed colder outside
than it had back at camp.  But at least the wind wasn't blowing as we
collected all our gear, and prepared to join the steady stream of
photographers who were planning to shoot the mountains that morning.

"We need to get a move on," Ben stated, excitement in his voice.  "Does
everybody have all their equipment?"

A chorus of "yeahs" answered Ben, as we made sure all the doors were
locked.  And moments later, the nine of us joined the other photographers.
It seemed like all of them were carrying tripods ... something I'd never
used before.  But both Dad and Ben had told the club we would each need one
for this trip.  In fact we had brought extras for Brad, Jenne and Marc to
use.

The inch or two of snow on the wide, paved trail had been trodden underfoot
and was slippery in places.  Even though we had other things on our minds
this morning, Brad enjoyed sliding on it, while telling us he couldn't wait
to break out the snowboard this year.  As we walked briskly to the end of
the asphalt, the mountains were obscured from view by a band of trees.  We
hiked through them, and suddenly, the landscape just opened up.

"Fuck!" Marc exclaimed from beside me.  He'd stopped walking and was just
staring.

All of us paused for a moment to take in the scene.  The group of awesome,
snow-covered, mountain peaks we'd seen from the road towered over, and was
reflected in, a good-sized alpine lake.  Barely a ripple disturbed the
glassy surface of the water.  A large swath of golden leafed aspen trees
lay between the mountains and the lake, and continued to our right,
covering the low mountain with a sheet of gold.  Forty or fifty
photographers were already set up along the shoreline, while others were
still getting ready.  It was truly an amazing sight!

"Everybody find a spot," Tim instructed.  In the few seconds while we'd
been absorbing the beauty of the scene, several more photographers had
taken up positions alongside the lake.  "Ben and I will be by to check with
each of you after you're set up," Dad added.

Quickly, most of us found spots close to each other.  From what I could
tell, there weren't any bad vantage points from which to photograph.

"Did you ever see anything like this?" Tyler asked while extending the legs
of his tripod.  "I mean ... ALL these people out here BEFORE sunrise!"

"It's fuckin' amazing," Brad answered.  "I really didn't want to get out of
the sleeping bag this morning ... but now I'm sure glad you guys got me
up."

"Hey ... we'll get you up any time, Brad!" I laughed.  "Any time at all
..."

Brad glanced towards me, and then Tyler, with a smile on his face.  But in
the early morning light, I thought I noticed something else there too.
'Hmmm, I wonder ...'

For the next several minutes the nine of us set up our equipment amid the
other nature photographers.  The near shoreline of the lake was a tangle of
tripod legs.  Since that morning, I've learned that by and large, nature
photographers are a courteous lot.  But when Marc tried to set his camera
in a spot that encroached into the frame of another photographer, he was
told to move it, in no uncertain terms.  I suppose the guy who gets there
first ought to be able to stake out his own territory.  Fortunately, the
shoreline of the lake was curved in such a way that a lot of people could
be lined up alongside it to shoot the mountains without being in anyone
else's picture.

It seemed like most of us had our cameras placed to capture the mountains
reflected in the lake, and nothing more.  But Kenji and Ben had moved a
little distance away from the rest of us, and set up behind a jumble of
fallen logs.  As I glanced around the area, the number of photographers had
suddenly swollen to a hundred or more.  Almost every one of them was using
a 35 mm SLR camera ... something I wished I had.  But there were several
larger cameras and a couple of really big cameras with black cloths draped
over the backs of them.  I didn't notice any other people using small
cameras like most of the photo club, though.  And from what I could tell by
the layers of winter gear they were wearing, just about every person around
the lake that morning was a guy.

"Jenne, it looks like you're outnumbered," I commented with a grin.

"I was just noticing that ... some good-looking guys too," she replied,
smacking her lips between laughs.  "And I didn't have time to put on
makeup, or anything."

Several of us laughed.

"That wouldn't have helped," Brad joked, causing Jenne to answer, "boys!"
while shaking her head from side to side.

Moments later, as all of us were waiting for whatever was going to happen
that had brought all these people out at such an early hour, both Ben and
Tim wandered among us and looked at the image through our viewfinders or on
our LCDs.  They nodded approval at what they saw from some of us, but
questioned what others had decided to shoot.  However, neither Ben nor Dad
tried to talk any of us into changing our compositions if we didn't want
to.

"Be sure to bracket your shots!" was the one comment Dad made to each of
us.  If we didn't know how to do that, he and Ben helped us find the
controls on our cameras that allowed us to vary the exposure.  "And if you
have a spot meter in your camera, take a reading off the brightest area in
the scene and be sure to use that reading for a few shots ... even though
it might seem wrong."

All of us were trying to learn photography.  And while I couldn't speak for
the rest of the club, both Tyler and I REALLY wanted to become good at it.
I suppose photography was the first thing, other than sports and making
love, that I cared about excelling at.  That was amazing to me, since six
months earlier, I could have cared less about it.

As we waited for the sun to rise, we milled around, trampling the light
snowfall underfoot, while talking among ourselves and with the other
photographers around us.  It seemed like all the guys around the lake that
morning were so excited about being there.  And when the hint of a zephyr
blew across the still lake, rippling the surface of the water, you'd have
thought the world was coming to an end!  But fortunately the breeze didn't
last, and the lake was again a sea of glass by the time the sun began to
rise.

"Take a look at that!" Brad cried out as shutters began to click around us.

A hint of pinkish light fell on the uppermost tip of the tallest mountain
peak and I clicked the shutter of my camera.  When the image appeared on
the LCD, it was too bright; I made some adjustments to the camera settings
and clicked again.  The faint, rosy hue became stronger, more pronounced
and orange in color, as it spread down the two peaks and the ridge to their
right.  Conversation was almost nonexistent around the lake for the next
five or ten minutes, while everyone was busy photographing the eons-old
ritual that was unfolding before our eyes.  Surely in my almost sixteen
years I'd witnessed the sun rising several times ... surely I had.  But
honestly, I couldn't remember any of them before this trip, and I would
never look at mornings in the same way, afterwards.  It was an awesomely
beautiful ... almost spiritual ... event.  And after that morning, I knew
deep down inside I'd been allowed to witness and photograph something very
special ... and to think, it happened every day!

As suddenly as it had appeared, however, the alpenglow on the mountains
disappeared, replaced by a yellow, more sun-colored light.  We took a few
more shots before heading back to the van for a light breakfast.  Then it
was back to the lake to take more pictures.  As the morning wore on, a
light breeze began to blow and the wonderful reflection disappeared.  But
that didn't stop us from photographing the mountains and lake from many
different angles.  When the sun finally cleared the mountains on our left,
its warming light quickly melted all the snow on the ground around us, but
not on the massive Maroon Bells.  After several hours, the sun was finally
high enough in the sky to eliminate the dark shadows on the left side of
the scene.  And Tyler and I set up our cameras close to where we'd been to
capture the sunrise, snapping a few more shots.

As midday approached, thoughts of food were constantly on all our minds,
and we piled into the van for lunch at the campsite.  Dad said we would
have until three o'clock to do whatever we wanted, before we headed out for
an afternoon of more photography.  After eating, some of the guys decided
to take a siesta, while Tyler and I were drawn by the sound of rushing
water to the banks of Maroon Creek.  Cascading over large stones in the
creek bed, it sure made a lot of noise for so little water!  But I guess it
was flowing down the mountain at a pretty good clip.

"Isn't this a beautiful day?" Tyler asked, squatting and dipping his
fingers into the crystal-clear stream.  After a few hours of sunlight, the
day had warmed nicely.

"Yeah," I replied, looking at the cloudless, deep blue sky for a moment,
before turning toward my sixteen year old boyfriend.  "But it wouldn't be
the same, if you weren't here with me!"  I planted a quick kiss on the tip
of Tyler's nose.  "Fuck, I love you so much, Tyler."

We hugged for a few seconds before Tyler glanced back towards the campsite.
The tents were out of our line of sight, but they weren't far away.

"Let's cross the creek and try to find a spot where we can be alone," my
lover suggested, and I agreed with him completely.

We were still wearing our hiking boots, but Tyler and I picked our way
across the stream without getting our feet too wet.  A footpath led away
from the water and we followed it upstream for a ways, scrambling up a low
knoll with a lone, ancient evergreen tree growing on top of it.

"Wow ... this is an awesome spot!" I exclaimed, pausing to look down over
the creek bed and campground.

"Yeah ... and it's even nicer because we're seeing it together," Tyler
answered, wrapping his arms around my waist.  We hugged and my body melted
into his.  "I don't know how I ever lived without you, Chris."

"I bet your life wasn't nearly as much fun," I replied with a laugh,
looking Tyler squarely in the eyes.  "I know mine wasn't."

Squeezing each other again, we fell against the tree trunk.  And amid the
heavenly scent of balsam trees, our lips met.  Suddenly I was in another
world altogether.  Although Maroon Creek was babbling not far away ... and
cars were visible, climbing and descending the mountain not five hundred
feet from us ... I didn't notice any of it, or care if I did.

In the warmth of that Colorado afternoon sun, my fingers urgently groped
under Tyler's t-shirt.  And they found exactly what they were searching for
... my lover's manly chest.  I fondled his nipples and squeezed his hard
pecs, causing Tyler to moan between kisses.  Then I pulled Tyler's shirt
over his head, dropping it to the ground beside us.

My brother took control of the situation for the moment, holding me against
the tree with his body.  And while I began to tangle my fingers in my
lover's dark brown hair, he humped his blue jeans clad crotch against mine.
Both our cocks were rock hard, as we kissed like there would be no
tomorrow.

"I gotta get that shirt off of you!" Tyler declared moments later.  He
pulled it over my head.  "Mmmm, yeah, Chris.  You've got such a great
chest," my brother complimented, searching it with tentative fingers.
Tyler kissed down the underside of my chin, over my Adam's apple and down
my chest to my right nipple.  His lips grazed it, before he took the nib
between his teeth, biting gently.

I moaned.

Grasping Tyler's medium-length hair, I held his handsome face to my chest.
I never wanted him to let go of my suddenly erect nipple, as the guy I
loved like no other tried to nurse.  If I'd have had any milk to offer,
Tyler would have sucked me dry that afternoon.  And I would have gladly
given him every last drop!

Tyler's hands fumbled down my back and sides to the waistband of my jeans,
and I moaned deeply this time ... urgently.  He unbuckled my belt and
popped the button.

"Yeah, Tyler ... get those off of me," I exclaimed in a sexual frenzy.

Tyler pushed me onto the soft bed of fir needles beneath the tree, and
knelt at my feet, untying my hiking boots.  After pulling them off, he
unfastened my jeans, tugging them and my boxer briefs down my legs and off
my feet, carelessly tossing them aside.  My throbbing dick popped up, glad
to be released from its cloth prison.  As I spread my arms on the ground
above my head, Tyler went down on me.  He was like some kind of teenage
vampire ... only it wasn't my neck he was after this time!  My lover
zeroed-in on my cock, alternating between nibbling the shaft and sucking on
the head.

I thought I'd died and gone to heaven!

"Fuck, yeah, man," I cried out, in spite of the fact we were outdoors.
Then, sucking in my stomach, I added in a softer voice, "That feels so
good, Tyler ... SO good!"

Tyler had fun with my penis for a wonderful eternity that afternoon.  And
at one point, he felt both of my protruding hipbones at the same time,
commenting how hot they looked and made him feel.  Then, his right hand
tangled in my average-sized, fifteen year old's bush.  The fingers twisted
the coarse, dark hairs while Tyler fondled my tanned chest with his left.
Sunlight glinted off the gold stud in Tyler's left earlobe, as it filtered
down to us through the loose branches of the stately fir.  Tyler began to
suck me in earnest, taking me deeper than he'd tried before, causing
himself to gag and his mouth to water like crazy.  Again and again Tyler
tried to deep-throat me, but he choked every time, and was never able to
let my cock head enter his throat.  Not that I was complaining, mind you!

Finally he gave up trying and concentrated on the sensitive, swollen head.
I was SO hard; my rod was like steel; my sexual nerves were on fire from
all the stimulation.  Blood was pounding in my ears as I began to buck my
hips upward, furiously fucking my lover's mouth while Tyler sucked for all
he was worth.  And when I felt cum enter the base of my shaft, I clamped
down hard with my pubic muscles.

"Oh, shit, Tyler!" I exclaimed loudly.  My body was as tight as a stretched
rubber band.  I'm sure every muscle had to be standing out and
super-defined from each other, by the time I spread my toes.  "I'm cumming,
man.  I'm cumming.  Oh, fuck yeah, Bro!"

As Tyler fondled my taut muscles, I unloaded gallons into my older
brother's eager mouth. And he gladly swallowed every last drop.  I shivered
all over from my climax, before lifting Tyler's face off of my suddenly
sensitive cock head, directing his lips to mine.  Again and again we
kissed, making love to each other's lips.  And the bland taste of my semen
was on Tyler's breath, as I thanked my lover for the unbelievable orgasm
he'd just given to me.  Damn, I love Tyler so much!

The early afternoon sun found a gap between the branches, and a wide shaft
of warming light struck our bodies.  I rolled on top of Tyler, and my penis
stayed rock hard ... in a state of perpetual readiness ... as we kissed.
And from time to time, a drop of leftover jizz would ooze from my slit,
falling onto my lover's pants or naked chest.  We kissed long, hard and
passionately, enjoying the sensations from each other's three or four day
old teenaged beards.  But finally, as my bruised lips were starting to get
sore, Tyler unzipped the fly of his soft, faded blue jeans, fishing his
throbbing dick through the gaping front of his white boxers.  He unsheathed
the firm, bulbous head, spit into his hand and rubbed it over his cock.  My
hole felt like it was open and I tried to relax my sphincter even more,
willing it to stay that way.  Fuck, I was SO ready for what I knew was
about to happen!

Tyler stood to his feet, pulling me up with him.  We walked around behind
the tree, and as we continued to kiss, Tyler directed his cock head to my
eager ass hole, thrusting it up inside me with one powerful lunge.  I
gasped, squeezing my lover tightly, before lifting both of my feet and
wrapping my legs around Tyler's muscular thighs.  My boyfriend held still
for a moment, but then began to fuck me with a vengeance.

Suddenly, we heard women's voices from the trail, on the other side of the
tree and a few feet below us.  Tyler stopped thrusting, and I wrapped my
arms around my brother, holding him tightly.  Both of us glanced around the
tree.  In my heightened state of sexual urgency, I hadn't noticed just how
close to the trail we were!  And Tyler had sucked me in plain sight of the
footpath.  Three young women from the campfire last night came into view,
heading back towards camp.

One of them laughed long and hard.  "I wonder who these belong to?"

The tall, slender woman, with her long blonde hair drawn back in a loose
ponytail, took a step off the trail and bent down for a moment.  With a
smile on her face, she held my burgundy boxer briefs high, barely pinching
the elastic waistband between her thumb and first finger.

"I don't know," the second, a shorter brunette, answered with a laugh of
her own.  "But if he's cute, I'd sure like to meet him!  Maybe he'd let me
in on the action."

"You mean US," the third corrected, glancing around.  She looked in our
direction, but thankfully we ... and I guess the rest of my clothes
... were hidden from their view.  "I think we should hold on to these," she
added, taking the underwear from the first woman.  She wadded them up and
stuffed them in the mesh back panel of the tall woman's daypack.

The three women giggled among themselves like schoolgirls, as they glanced
around the area again.  They started to walk off, but paused again when the
third one stated, "Maybe the owner will come into camp looking for them!"

"Yeah ... probably they belong to one of those kids from last night,"
someone said.  "Those boys had a girl with them."

The three laughed again.  "I guess we ought to ask around the campground if
anybody lost a pair of underwear," one of them added.  "Or tack them to the
lost and found board."

They talked among themselves for a moment, before all of them began to
snicker. "Yeah ... let's do that!" the blonde seemed to be agreeing with
what they'd just talked about.  And all three of them were laughing loudly,
as they walked out of earshot toward their tent.

***

This looks like a good spot to end chapter twenty-six.  I hope you guys
enjoyed reading it.  And if you did, of course, I'd like to hear your
comments (fotogme11@yahoo.com).

One thing I've noticed as a nature photographer is that it's a field
dominated by men.  On a morning like the one I described, with a hundred or
more photographers shooting the scene, there might be three or four women
actually taking photographs of the sunrise ... and possibly a couple more
who are just there with their guys.  And I'm being generous with the
numbers.  I'll leave it up to others to decide why this is the case, but
I'm sure not complaining about the situation! lol

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"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