Date: Fri, 20 Mar 2009 01:15:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 28

Us Guys

By:  Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
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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
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Special thanks to football experts Trenton and Brett for your help with
this chapter.

***

I want to thank those of you who emailed me after chapter twenty-seven.  Of
course, I always appreciate hearing from longtime readers.  But it is also
a treat, every now and then, to get an email from a new reader who has
discovered the series and gotten wrapped-up in it.  Thanks for letting me
know.

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Chapter Twenty-eight

(Ryan narrates)

The Boulder High vs. Fairview football game started out with a bang!

It seemed like just about everybody on the ranch understood the importance
of a win tonight, as the J bar A family piled into three vehicles for the
drive to the high school.  Only Tina and the four who were on the
photography trip weren't with us.  Dark clouds were billowing overhead by
the time we arrived, and the atmosphere around the stadium seemed charged
with electricity.  Maybe the coming storm had something to with that, but I
think the sensation probably came from the high-strung emotions radiating
from the stands on either side of the field.

We got quite a bit of wind early that evening, but only a few raindrops.
Luckily, by the time the game began, the rain stopped, while the wind had
died down to an occasional puff.  The weather was perfect for watching a
football game ... warm enough to be comfortable, but with just a hint of
fall crispness in the air, too.  Josh had been right; my light jacket did
feel good after sunset.

We happened to run into Devon, Jared and their folks while waiting in line
to buy our tickets.  Jared still played on the JV team, and couldn't wait
until next season, when he planned to make the varsity squad.  Of course,
Jared still hoped he'd get called up to varsity this season ... especially
considering the year the team was having so far.  All of us thought he'd be
a great addition to the squad.

Anyway, after paying, our group of 17 found a spot in the home bleachers,
about halfway up, near the north 30 yard line.  Fortunately, we arrived
when we did.  Unlike at most of our middle school games, the stands were
packed with fans of both teams, way before kickoff.

Anybody who said one varsity football game was pretty much like another
didn't know much about the rivalry between these two schools.  They were
the two largest high schools in the Boulder Valley School District, and
they had been playing each other since the late 1950s.  The stadium where
they battled, Recht Field, was home to both teams; so home field advantage
was negligible, at best.  But at least, since the Boulder High Panthers
were considered the home team tonight, we got to sit in the larger section
of bleachers.

Like I said, the game began with a bang ... but not the kind anybody on our
side was looking for.  On the second play from scrimmage, from our 28 yard
line, Robert dropped back to loft a pass.  The throw was strong enough
... but our friend's aim was off, or maybe the receiver ran the wrong
route.  Whatever the reason, a Fairview player picked off the 10 yard pass
and ran it into the end zone, to thunderous cheers from across the field
and moans of disbelief from ours.  The score was seven-zip against us, and
the clock had barely moved.  Not exactly how Robert wanted to start the
game, I'm sure!

Robert settled down for our next possession, however, although we didn't
score.  The first half was a seesaw defensive battle.  After their early
score, Fairview had a hard time moving the ball.  And while at times the
good guys seemed to move the ball at will, we couldn't buy a score ... even
though the Panthers made it into the red zone several times.  Our field
goal kicker sucked big time; he was 0 for 3 in the first half.  That had to
be frustrating for the team ... I know it was for those of us in the
stands!  Anyway, the score was still 7 to 0 as the teams left the field for
halftime.

"I hope the coach gets our offense motivated!" Josh commented toward the
rest of the J bar A contingent.  Then his cell phone began to ring, and Dad
slipped it out of his pocket, flipping it open.

"Yeah," Emilio, Robert's dad, agreed.  He glanced away from Josh and
towards the rest of us.  "After Robert got into a groove, he's been doing
okay," he added, hyping his son's accomplishments on the field.  "And the
defense has them shut out.  We're only down by seven points with
twenty-four minutes to go.  Surely our guys can find a way to punch the
ball into the end zone a couple of times!"

You would sure think so.  As all of us were agreeing that a couple of
scores shouldn't be that hard to come by, Josh stood up.  With the phone
still at his ear, he began to wave, and my eyes traced where he was looking
... the sidelines at the base of our bleachers.

It was Cole!

My hot, 19 year old was talking on his phone as he scanned the stands.  I
SURE hadn't expected to see him out here tonight!  Right away, I stood up
and began to shout and wave like crazy.  Fortunately, the bleachers had
emptied some for halftime.  But it was still with quite a bit of difficulty
that Cole wove his way among the other fans, climbing to where we were
seated.  I scooted closer to Carlos, making room for my college friend, and
as Cole took the empty spot, I raised my open hand.  Immediately, Cole
slapped it in a high five.

"How's it going, dude?" Cole asked me, also glancing to the others and
acknowledging them as a group.

"Well ... the TEAM could be playing better," Kaiden answered.

"But I'M doing great," I added with a grin.  "Especially, now that you're
here, Cole!"

With a smirk, Cole ruffled my shaggy hair.

Everybody filled Cole in on what he'd missed during the first half
... which wasn't much ... before returning to comments on how the team
could do a better job in the second half.  It was SO easy to make comments
up in the stands, but I knew from my limited experience as a player that it
was lots harder to make things happen out on the field.  That didn't mean
all of us, me included, weren't more than willing to toss out a few
suggestions, however.

Unfortunately, the team didn't hear any of them.  And while the defense
started the second half where they left off, so did the offense when they
took the field a few minutes later.  Our field goal kicker was better in
the second half, though.  He had an opportunity to make an eighteen yarder
late in the third quarter and converted for three points.  Suddenly, our
side had a reason to cheer.  And the J bar A cowbells, which had remained
silent until then, began ringing loudly!

Past midway through the final quarter, we scored another three points.
However, it looked like Fairview would hold on for the victory.  But
football fans can be some of the most optimistic people on earth, at least
where their team is concerned.  We yelled and screamed like our lives
depended on it every time Fairview touched the ball, and they went three
and out, punting the ball with just over three minutes to play.  We had the
ball again ... but it was on our eight yard line.  All the plays the
Panthers had ... or hadn't ... executed during the earlier 45 minutes were
forgotten.

From our Sunday afternoon football games on the J bar A, I knew Robert had
a strong arm and could really zip the ball.  But those games didn't count
for anything other than pride.  And to be perfectly honest, the twins'
brother hadn't shown much on the field tonight.  However, he skillfully
marched the Panthers down the field, and with less than 10 seconds left to
play, had the team about 15 yards from the end zone.

The Panther's coach called a time out.

As the coach was rallying the team for the final play of the game, all the
fans on our side of the field stood to our feet.  Some of us thought the
Panthers ought to kick a field goal, but others didn't have any confidence
in the kicker, and thought we ought to take our chances with a pass ... or
maybe a run.  Anyway, moments later, both teams were out on the field, and
the tension was so thick you could have literally cut it with a knife.  Our
guys lined up to kick a 30 yard field goal from the right hash marks.

The Fairview fans on the other side of the field were trying to make as
much noise as they could to distract the kicker, while our bleachers were
almost silent.  A referee blew his whistle and the center snapped the ball.
The holder placed it on the ground, just before the left-footed kicker
powerfully stepped into it.  End over end, the ball sailed toward the end
zone ... it had the distance, but seemed to be veering to the right.

Oh, no ... the ball hit the upright!

But amazingly, it bounced left off the pole and the field judge raised his
hands to signal three points.  Boulder High had won a nail-biter by the
score of 9 to 7.  Talk about an amazing finish to an otherwise boring game!

The visitor's stands emptied quickly, while everybody on our side of the
field continued to cheer wildly.  Even though tonight's contest was only
halfway through the season, a victory in this rivalry game was a lot like I
imagined the playoffs would be.  Nobody on the Home side seemed to be in
any hurry to leave, as the fans closest to the Panthers streamed onto the
field to congratulate the team on a hard-fought win.  Hopefully, this game
would be the turning point in the team's season.

As the bleachers below us slowly began to empty, Josh turned to our group.
"Can everybody go to Front Range for dinner?" he asked.  Front Range was a
microbrewery in Boulder that I'd been to a couple of times.  It was one of
Dad's favorite restaurants in the city.  "My treat."

When "sure" was the consensus reply, Dad pulled out his mobile and I heard
him make the reservations.

By the time we made it down the bleachers to the sidelines, the Panthers
had gone inside for their showers.

"Do you think Luke and Robert will be joining us?" Dad asked.

Several in our group laughed.  "Not likely," Emilio replied, shaking his
head.  "You know how teenage boys are when they have their own car and
girlfriends."  The middle-aged cowboy glanced at his boss.  "Well, Josh
... maybe YOU don't know about stuff like that."

Dad just laughed.  "I was a crazy teenager once, Emilio ..."

It was hard to think of Josh ever being young, and I spoke for a lot of us
when I said so.

Whether Robert and Luke went on dates after their football games, or just
had a night out with the guys, apparently they never got home until late on
Friday nights.  But Jared volunteered to head into the locker room and ask
them, anyway.  He came back a few minutes later and said we didn't need to
wait around for them.

Front Range was crowded and noisy when we arrived; we had to wait several
minutes for a table.  And when they finally did seat us, it was at two
tables on opposite sides of the darkened restaurant.  Cole said he would
sit with the kids and keep us guys in line, while the adults followed the
greeter to their table.  I think all of us would have liked to try a mug of
dark beer ... like Cole ordered after showing his I.D. ... but we had to
settle for root beer, instead.  It was a similar color and had the same
foamy head, but I'm sure that was as far as the resemblance went.  The root
beer tasted okay, but Cole REALLY seemed to enjoy the two glasses of REAL
beer he nursed through our long dinner that night.

Damn, I idolized Cole.  And even though our friend hadn't done anything
special so far that night, just the fact that he'd been sitting beside me
for over an hour ... at the game, in the car and now at the restaurant
...made me incredibly horny!  More than once, as we waited for our food to
be cooked and brought to the table, I glanced towards Cole's crotch, where
the outline of his enormous dick was obvious, snaking down the inside of
his left leg.  At one point, I reached across my college guy's body and
began to stroke it lovingly, causing him to bury his fingers in my hair,
ruffling it gently.

Cole's monster reacted immediately to my touch.

The guys around us were talking about whatever interested them at the
moment, but Cole and I were lost in a world of our own.  I only wanted one
thing right now ... and it sure wasn't food!  Cole's fingers fell out of my
hair, brushing over my body before finding my stiff dick.  Using his
fingernails, Cole briskly stimulated the extra-sensitive spot beneath the
head through my jeans.  I was so turned-on; it was only a few seconds
before I began to cream in my pants.  Fuck!

"What's going on over there?"  From across the table, Jared laughed as he
glanced in Cole's and my direction.  "Are you two doing what I think you're
doing?"

I suppose the expression on my face was a dead giveaway.  There was no way
I could talk at the moment, but Cole answered with a laugh of his own. "I
guess that depends on what you think we're doing, Jared."

"Yeah, they are," David, who was sitting on my right, said after a quick
peek in my direction.  He draped an arm on my shoulder as if to say, 'Way
to go, dude!'

Everybody ... me included ... had a good laugh, and the mood was broken.
But I guess that was okay, since moments later, the waitress arrived with a
tray and began to serve our food.  The thick cheeseburgers and seasoned
fries that most of us ordered sure looked good.  My stomach grumbled; I
guess I was hungry after all!

As we were eating, I found out Cole was going to be working on the J bar A
all day tomorrow and Sunday, and I talked him into spending the nights with
us, too.  Not that I needed to beg, or anything.  I gotta tell you, when he
said he'd come home with us, I was so excited I could hardly wait for the
meal to finally end.  My cock had never gotten completely soft after
cumming, but in seconds it was rock hard and throbbing like crazy.

I'll bet it was close to ten thirty, when Josh paid what I'm sure was a
large bill and we filed out of the restaurant.  David and Carlos came back
to the house with us, and right away they went downstairs with Kaiden to
watch a movie or play a video game.  While normally, I'd want to do either
of those things, I had other fun stuff in mind for tonight.

"What time does work begin in the morning?" Cole asked my dad, as we stood
at the foot of the stairs.

"Well," Josh answered.  "I'd like to get the old roof off of the studio by
noon."  He paused and thought for a moment.  "The sun comes up around
seven, so I think we ought to get an early start ... eight, at the very
latest.  Hopefully, we won't run into any rotted lumber that has to be
replaced, but if we do, that will give us time tomorrow afternoon to take
care of it.  We'll start on the new roof first thing on Sunday morning."

"Sounds good," Cole said, lovingly tousling my hair for the second or third
time that night.  "I guess we'd better turn in then, big guy."

Cole had told me before, that for whatever reason, my scrawny body turned
him on.  And while I saw lust in his eyes as he smiled at me, I thought
maybe I saw something else there, too.  After saying goodnight to Dad, we
mounted the stairs.  My cock was throbbing, tight against my belly, as Cole
wrapped his arm around my waist.  His fingers snaked up under my shirt,
feeling the smooth skin of my side.

As soon as we stepped through the door of my bedroom, Cole unbuttoned my
jeans and I stepped out of them.  My college man pushed the door closed,
quickly pulled off my shirt, wrapped his arms around me and lifted me off
of the floor.

"Fuck, Ryan!" he exclaimed, in a voice slurred by sexual desire.  "You had
me so close to shooting back there in the restaurant.  I didn't think I was
going to be able to hold it."

"I couldn't hold mine," I laughed, interrupting my older friend.

"I wondered about that," Cole smiled, setting me on the already messed up
bed. "And I sure had a hard time keeping my mind on driving.  I thought
we'd NEVER get to the ranch.  Damn, I can't believe how much I want you,
Ryan!"

"Do you love me, Cole?" I asked in a matter-of-fact voice.  I was afraid of
what he might answer ... but suddenly, I had to know.

"That's an easy one," he replied; but then he paused for quite a while and
seemed to be deep in thought.

I lay back on one elbow, as I watched Cole intently.  He looked me in the
eyes and smiled a little boy's smile.  "Honestly, I don't know how it
happened, Ryan; I sure never planned it this way," he divulged.  "But kid,
you've stolen my heart."

Wow!  To think ... HE loved ME!  With a big smile on my face, I reached up,
wrapping my arms around Cole's neck.  Cole gently laid me back onto the
mattress, while kissing me passionately on the lips.  Then he quickly
slipped out of his shirt and jeans.  Cole hadn't worn underwear tonight,
either.  His long, thick, obviously rock-hard cock was arched toward the
ground.  It jerked upward and gravity pulled it back down with every beat
of Cole's strong heart, giving life to the scorpion that perched menacingly
on top of it.  Just the sight of Cole's freckled, ivory-skinned, hard body
standing beside the bed made me ready to cum again.

"Wow, I think your dick has grown since the last time," Cole stated in a
trembling voice, as his fingernail picked at some dried cum on my hip.  He
combed his fingers through my growing pubes; and shaking his head, he
exclaimed one word.  "Fuck!"

Cole leaned over the bed, tenderly kissing me on the lips.  I sucked in my
stomach all the way, as my right hand searched out my throbbing dick; but
Cole gently brushed it away.  "Not yet," he smiled, climbing onto the bed
beside me.

Cole lay on his stomach for a few moments, before straddling my puny chest
with his muscular arms, assuming a push-up position.  Cole's sensual lips
found mine again, before my college guy began to wetly lick over my face.
He took my right earlobe between his teeth, and then lovingly nuzzled my
shaggy, brown hair.

"I love your boy smell, Ryan," he commented, burying his nose in my hair
and taking a long whiff.  He sniffed down the side of my neck to my
shoulder, before lifting my arm and burying his nose in my almost hairless
pit.

With my left hand, I held Cole's face to my body, tangling my fingers in
his thick, dark red hair.  He snorted wetly against my underarm, sounding
just like the horses out in the barn.  His vibrating lips tickled my
sensitive skin and I giggled loudly, tensing up my body.

Cole raised his smiling face for a moment, before slurping over my chest
and down my stomach.  Carefully, he lifted my pulsing stalk, planting a
tender kiss on the swollen head.

"Oh, fuck, Cole!" I gasped, thrusting my hips upward, forcing my cock head
through my college friend's lips and grazing his teeth as he opened his
mouth.  Without a second thought, Cole took all of me, burying his nose in
my sack.  "Yeah, Cole ... yeah!"

He sucked me like there was no tomorrow, and moments later, I was shooting
... big time ... into Cole's mouth.  He kept sucking through my orgasm.
And after Cole was sure he'd gotten every drop, he rolled onto his left
side next to me.  I rolled onto my right, and we lay that way in silence
for a while, just drinking in the sight of each other's bodies.

Finally, I spoke up.  "How many boyfriends have you had, Cole?" I asked.

Cole smiled.  "Three," he answered, with a faraway look on his face
... like he was remembering good times.  "At least, I think my first
suck-buddy from high school was a boyfriend.  I'm not sure if he felt that
way about me, though."

"Are WE boyfriends?" I followed up.

With a smile, Cole reached over and pulled me on top of him.  "I guess that
depends, big guy," he replied, holding my face to his chest, while tangling
his fingers in my hair. His heart was beating a steady, soothing rhythm in
my ear.

"On what?" I questioned in a low voice, not lifting my head.

"Oh ... lots of things," he responded, as I rose up to look Cole in the
face.  He was staring at the ceiling and appeared to be deep in thought.
It was almost like he was wrestling with someone inside his brain.
Finally, he noticed me staring at him, and Cole smiled.  "But mostly, Ryan,
I suppose it depends on whether YOU want to be MY boyfriend."

I lay my head in the crook of Cole's neck, while wrapping my arms around
his shoulders.  At 13, I didn't REALLY know what being a boyfriend meant,
but I guess I didn't need to.  I only knew that I loved Cole and wanted him
more than anything or anyone.

"I'd sure like to try it," I said dreamily, as my left hand searched for,
and found, the thick, limp hose between Cole's legs.  I fondled it, and
suddenly the scorpion jerked to life.

"Well then ... I guess I'd better change my answer to four," Cole
commented, and the two of us kissed.

We lay in each other's arms for a while, and I thought maybe Cole had
fallen asleep.  He surprised me when he spoke up.  "Ryan, would you jack
off for me?" he asked tentatively.

Laughing, I replied, "Sure, Cole.  If you'll jack off for me, too."

"Sounds fair to me," Cole grinned, sitting up and taking me with him.  He
stacked a couple of pillows against the headboard for me, and then my new
boyfriend crawled to the foot of the bed ... where he sat cross-legged.

I added a third pillow and leaned back against them, spreading my legs
wide.  There was a bottle of lube on the nightstand and I flipped the lid,
squeezing some of the thick, gel-like liquid into the palm of my hand.
After dropping the bottle onto the bed beside me, I rubbed my palms
together, before cupping my throbbing dick between both of them.

"Try to make it last as long as you can," was Cole's only request.

Cole lifted his hairy, right leg, placing it on the bed outside of my left.
Then he did the same thing with his left.  Cole never stroked his enormous
penis, but it was obviously erect and throbbing as he watched me.  And
knowing that Cole was observing my every move was a MAJOR turn-on for me.
Since I'd just cum, I was able to give my new boyfriend quite a show that
night.

Cole's body never touched mine as he intently watched me pleasuring myself.

"Damn, the way you suck in your stomach is hot, Ryan!" Cole exclaimed,
shaking his head.  About that time, a bubble of pre-cum oozed from his
slit, forming a shiny, clear string a few inches long.  As I watched, the
thick liquid pooled on the sheet, causing a dark, circular stain.  It
seemed like Cole's body would never stop producing the stuff!

I'd been varying the firmness of my grip and the speed I was pumping, but
that sight caused me to stroke faster and harder.  Right away, I reached
... and passed ... the point of no return.  Holding my breath, I stopped
stroking.  Firmly, I pressed against the base of my pubescent shaft,
pointing my dick towards the ceiling.  Right about then, my orgasm overtook
me, causing my body to jerk uncontrollably from the good-burning
sensations.  Cum ran down my pole like lava boiling out of an active
volcano.  Even though I'd already cum several times that night ... in the
barn, the restaurant and here in my room ... I was so horny that the gooey
clear fluid covered my hairless balls before dripping onto the bed.

"Dude, that was sweet!" Cole declared with a broad smile.

"Yeah," I croaked, barely louder than a whisper.  I don't think I could
have said more, even if I'd wanted to.

As he looked at me, Cole's right hand searched for ... and found ... his
mammoth piece of throbbing, bent lumber.  Obviously, his fingers had made
the trip south many times before, and they knew the terrain well!  Cole
never once glanced at his dick ... not even for a moment.  And he never
closed his eyes, like you'd expect if he were fantasizing.  My new
boyfriend's eyes were riveted on me as he wildly jerked off ... without
lube or anything.

"Shit, Ryan, I'm close," Cole let me know moments later, sucking in his
muscular stomach.  "Oh, fuck, man ... I'm gonna nut!"

Never before or since have I witnessed anything like it.  Cole tensed up;
every muscle in his strong body stood out as he teetered on the edge.  It
seemed like he held his cum forever, but then Cole let go ... and his first
shot literally flew out of his large slit.  The creamy-white jism sprayed
across the bed, landing on my thigh!  The second shot landed on the bed
between us.  But the third and fourth hit me again, while the last couple
fell to the sheet in front of him.  If I hadn't seen it for myself, I never
would have believed a guy could shoot like that.  It was amazing ... simply
amazing.

"Damn!" a sweaty, grinning Cole exclaimed.  "Every fuckin' drop of that was
because of you, Ryan.  I've never shot that way before."  He shook his
head, as if in disbelief.

Cole cleaned his cum off of me, and then we lay side-by-side in bed for a
while, before both of us headed into the bathroom to take a piss.  As Cole
and I let go at the same time ... our powerful streams mingling in the bowl
... I glanced toward the washbasin.  The bottle of aloe vera gel was lying
on its side where Kaiden had dropped it.  I'd completely forgotten about
the rash I'd gotten from Flame, but I checked out my stomach and legs.  I
still had some red bumps, although they didn't itch anymore.

Cole was more than happy to apply the soothing gel, and lovingly he worked
it into my skin.  I was really happy Josh had said I needed to put it on in
the morning, too!  Anyway, after turning out the light, we climbed into
bed.  Neither of us seemed to be in a hurry to go to sleep, so I asked Cole
something that had been on my mind for a while.

In the darkness, I stroked my left hand over Cole's muscular side.  "Ummm,
Cole," I began, finally deciding to just blurt it out.  "Cole ... I really,
REALLY want you to fuck me."

"I guess I ought to say something like 'that sounds like fun for me'," my
college man laughed.  "But Ryan, I could never ever fuck you."  He paused
for a moment, and I held my breath.  "I will make love to you, though."

"Thanks, Cole!" I exclaimed, breathing again.  "In the morning?"

Cole chuckled again; his laughter was like music to my ears.  He rested his
hand on my neck, feeling my Adam's apple with his thumb.  "Not in the
morning, Ryan.  Because my dick's so big, you'll need to spend some time
getting ready for it.  One thing I promised both of your dads, way back,
was that I'd never hurt you.  And I never will."  He pulled his hand away.
"I want to make the first time really special for you.  And Ryan, getting
you ready will be fun for both of us.  I promise."

We left it at that.  While I didn't like to wait for anything when I was 13
... I guess I still don't ... maybe Cole knew best.  My college boyfriend
rolled onto his back and I lay my head on his chest.  Cole was gently
fingering my hair as I drifted off to sleep.

***

I've been building to this chapter since Ryan sat on Cole's lap beside the
campfire up in the mountains, in "I'll Suck You".  That was two years ago
(writing time ... not story time) now.  As you know, this isn't a
fast-moving story!  lol

I really hope you guys enjoyed reading chapter twenty-eight, because I sure
had fun writing it.  Of course, I'd like to hear from you if you did.
(fotogme11@yahoo.com)

If you would like to join the Yahoo! Group for my stories, you can do that
here: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ill_suck_you/join And 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

By the way, I will be on a photography/research trip with Steve next week,
so the post of chapter 29 will be delayed a week.  Have a great two weeks,
guys!

Greg