Date: Fri, 10 Apr 2009 03:27:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: Us Guys ch 30

Us Guys

By:  Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)
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Special thanks to Jere for editing this chapter!

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Chapter Thirty

(It's Ryan again.)

As Kaiden and I walked across the gravel and packed dirt of the central
common area between the ranch buildings, I stopped for a moment, glancing
towards the studio.  All the old shingles had been removed, and the men had
made several repairs to the roof.  Five or six fresh plywood patches stood
out brightly against the dark felt paper.

Kaiden and I entered the back door and filled a couple of glasses with
water from the kitchen sink.

"It looks like we've got the house to ourselves," Kaiden commented between
gulps.  After putting down his glass, my brother wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand.

"Yeah," I agreed, setting my empty glass in the sink next to Kaiden's.
Immediately, I began to look for something to eat.  I found an open bag of
pretzels, took a few and offered it to Kaiden.  "Do you think they're still
working on the backside of the studio roof?"

Kaiden was about to answer when we heard voices, and the back door opened.
Dad walked through it, followed by Cole.

"Hey, boys; you're back!" Dad greeted us, before adding, "It's almost time
for supper so ple-ease don't fill up on snacks."

Both Dad and Cole were shirtless, like Kaiden and me.  However, unlike us,
it looked like both of them had just taken a shower.  Josh's tan appeared
to be a couple of shades darker than it had yesterday, while Cole's
formerly ivory-colored skin had taken on a rosy glow.  It looked to me like
a job for the green stuff; and I was SURE looking forward to working the
aloe vera gel into Cole's hot body!

"How would you boys like to go into Boulder for a quick bite to eat and
then check out that new fun center?" Dad asked.  "Cole tells me they've got
go-carts and miniature golf."

"Sure, Dad!" Kaiden exclaimed, and I agreed with him one hundred percent.

"Well, then, throw on T-shirts and get your windbreakers," Josh replied
with a smile.  "We'll stop by Cole's place first, so he can change into
some clean clothes."

In a flash, Kaiden and I ran upstairs.  And moments later, we were climbing
into the small SUV that Tim had driven out here from Missouri.  Josh got
behind the wheel, Kaiden rode shotgun, while Cole and I took the back seat.

After we'd turned south onto the highway ... but before we got to Boulder
... Josh glanced in the rearview mirror and stated, "Ryan, what's this I
hear about you and Cole?"

"They're boyfriends," Kaiden answered for me.

"Um ... yeah," I smiled broadly, glancing toward Cole, who nodded
agreement.  "We are."  Even though I'd just affirmed the fact, it still
seemed impossible.

Cole lovingly ruffled my long hair.  He sure seemed to enjoy doing that,
and I'd let him ... as much as he wanted!

"No question about it, Ryan ... six months ago, I'd have never condoned
nineteen and thirteen year olds getting together like you two have," Josh
stated, after another glance in the mirror.  His eyes darted from mine to
my boyfriend's.  "But Cole and I had a long talk up on the roof, and he's
convinced me he only wants the best for you, Ryan."  Dad looked sternly at
Cole for a moment, before smiling at him and then me.  "Things have sure
changed around here, since our family came together."

Dad shook his head and smiled warmly as he looked towards Kaiden.  "You
guys turned my world upside down, Kaiden.  But that's a good thing.  A
REALLY good thing!"

"I'M sure glad they did," I commented.

"You and me both, big guy," Cole added thoughtfully.  "You and me both."

"Josh," Cole continued with his thought, "it just seems like yesterday, the
six of you were coming into Miller's Sporting Goods Store.  I took a liking
to you guys right away ... and not just because you tried to buy out the
store."

Laughing, Cole shook his head, and the rest of us joined him.  We had a fun
time joking and talking with each other, and before I knew it, Josh steered
the car into the large parking lot for Cole's apartment building.

"Do you guys wanna come up with me?" Cole asked, unbuckling his seatbelt.

I had never been to Cole's place before; so of course, I wanted to see it
... and the other guys did too.  We took the elevator to the fifth floor,
walked down the hall, and stood outside number 512 while Cole fished a
small ring of keys from his right pocket.  Moments later, we stepped
inside.

"Cole, your place hasn't changed much," Kaiden laughed, as he crossed the
efficiency apartment and straddled a tall bar stool.  The sun-bleached
blonde hairs on his tanned legs sparkled in the late afternoon light from
the room's one window.

"When were you up here?" I asked, resting my left elbow on the counter and
peering into my brother's eyes.  Until today, I didn't even know where Cole
lived.

"Chris, Tyler, and I were here one weekend in August, planning your
birthday party," Kaiden replied.  "Remember that Saturday when I was sick?"

After thinking for a moment, I replied, "Oh, yeah."  Then I smiled.  "So
you really weren't..."

"I don't know how they managed to keep it a secret from you for almost
three weeks," Josh commented.  "I'm sure it wasn't easy."

As we were talking, Cole stripped out of the clothes he'd worn since
yesterday evening, at least.  Leaving them in a pile on the floor, he
tugged open a drawer, pulling out a clean, but ragged, pair of olive
cargos.  I watched his every move as Cole lithely stepped into them.  My
boyfriend was SUCH a hot guy!

Cole saw me staring and smiled in my direction.  He zipped the shorts and
let them fall low on his otherwise naked hips.  And after pulling a light
grey, long-sleeve T-shirt over his head, Cole loosely combed his thick hair
between his long fingers.  A well-worn pair of brown Tevas completed the
look.  Cole stuffed his keys, wallet, and cell phone into his pockets and
we were almost ready to go.

"Let me put a few things in a duffel bag," Cole requested.  Haphazardly, he
threw a handful of clothes and a black vinyl pouch from his dresser, as
well as some stuff from the bathroom, into an old high school gym bag, and
we were off.

Cole knew about a burger joint on the edge of the C.U. campus where we
could get a quick meal.  And after we'd eaten, the four of us drove the
short distance to the Front Range Family Fun Center.  Apparently, it had
just opened a few weeks earlier.  Some of Cole's friends from college had
already checked it out and given it two thumbs up.  Along with an awesome,
eighteen-hole, miniature golf course built around a fake mountain, and a
winding go-cart track, it boasted an indoor arcade and an outdoor skate
park.  I didn't know how many adults would enjoy the place, but their kids
sure would!

Josh bought us tickets and we spent the next few hours enjoying just about
everything the fun center had to offer.  None of us were skaters ... not at
the moment, at least ... although Cole used to skateboard when he was my
age or maybe a little older.  But all of us had fun watching the boys
perform on their skateboards.  Too bad I'd just had my birthday, because
now I wanted a skateboard in the worst way!

The days were getting noticeably shorter, and it had been dark for a while.
But we decided to play one more round of putt-putt golf, before calling it
a night.  The fact that none of us were any good at it, didn't matter
... we were just having fun together.  Unfortunately we lived so far away
from the place, because I'd have liked to visit the Family Fun Center at
least once a week.

Kaiden ended up winning the game with a score of seventy-one, while Cole
came in a close second.  I won't mention the other two scores. (lol)

Anyway, we got home sometime after ten ... and everybody agreed it had been
a long day.  Josh had hired a professional to install the studio's new
steel roof, with help from the J bar A crew.  He said the roofer, who was
doing the job on the side, should arrive around eight-thirty in the morning
with the materials.  While Josh didn't have any experience with that type
of roofing, the studio partners had seen them on lots of new construction
in the area.  And everybody really liked the look.  Josh had been assured
they weren't all that hard to install, and the one he bought came with a
lifetime guarantee on the materials.

"I can hardly hold my eyes open," Kaiden said, obviously very sleepy.
"Good night, everybody," he added.

"I'm ready to hit the hay, too," Cole agreed with a yawn.

In fact, Josh turned off the downstairs lights and all of us went upstairs
to bed.

"Are you REALLY tired, Cole?" I asked, as my boyfriend opened the bedroom
door.

"I really am, big guy," Cole replied.  "It was hot up on that roof ... and
Josh is a real slave-driver."

But Cole laughed to let me know Josh wasn't ALL that bad to work for.

"The pay's not the best ... but oh, the fringe benefits!"

When Cole pulled off his T-shirt, I was surprised that most of the pink
color had faded from his skin.  I guess he wouldn't need any sunburn gel
after all.  Lovingly, I threw my arms around Cole.  And we hugged each
other tightly, before falling, side by side, onto my queen-size bed.  I
rested my head on Cole's chest.  Even though I wasn't ready to go to sleep,
if Cole didn't feel like doing any fun stuff, I suppose I could be content
just having him hold me.  Gently, Cole began to nuzzle my hair with his
chin.

"You need a shower," my boyfriend laughed softly.

"I bet," I answered, as I related the short version of my day to Cole.

He chuckled.  "Fuck, Ryan ... now you've got me hard!"

"Oh?" I asked in the most innocent, little-boy voice I could muster.
"Sorry about that."

Okay, so I lied.

"Yeah, I bet," Cole laughed knowingly.  "You're not sorry at all ... you
little imp, you!"  Cole gave me a loving noogie, before I sat up beside
him.  Cole shifted his body until he was on his side, head propped on his
hand.  "Ryan, take off your shirt for me, okay?"

"Sure!"  With a smile on my face, I smoothly tugged the T-shirt over my
head.

"You are one hot boy, Ryan," Cole stated, the desire burning behind his
eyes.  "Damn, I want you so much!"  He buried his face in my belly, causing
me to squirm with delight.  Then, ever so slowly, Cole licked and kissed up
my quivering chest until his lips met mine.  "You taste salty tonight," he
added moments later.

I wasn't sure if that was a good or bad thing, but Cole let me know HE sure
enjoyed the way I was seasoned.  With a playful glint in his gray eyes, he
asked me to lie back on the bed.  His strong hand tenderly took hold of my
right ankle, lifting it in the air.

At one point in their life, the almost too small ADIO shoes I'd put on this
morning had been white with black and red trim.  But you could only guess
at their original color now.  They were a dirty, scuffed gray, and almost
worn-out ... and even I could smell the shoe when Cole slipped it off of my
sock-less, sweaty left foot, tossing it aside.  The amazingly sexy redhead
at my feet, looked me in the eyes while holding my ankle firmly ... and
with a smile, he lowered his face to my foot.  Without a moment's
hesitation, Cole closed his mouth around my big toe, slurping it wetly.

YUCK ... I couldn't believe Cole would put my stinky toe in his mouth!  It
tickled a lot ... and involuntarily, I tried to kick.  But Cole had a firm
grip on my leg.  Fuck ... I'd never felt anything like this!

"Do you like it?" Cole asked.

"Um ... what do you think?" I answered with a question of my own.

"Well, Ryan..."  He pretended to ponder the question for a moment.  "I'd
... I'd have to say you do," Cole replied with a big grin, before lowering
his face to my foot again.  This time he closed his mouth around all five
of my toes at once, grazing them with his teeth.

Cole worshiped both of my stinky feet that night.  And I've gotta tell you;
I'll never look at feet the same way again.  After my boyfriend removed the
tight pair of cutoffs I'd worn that day, he made love to my jewels.  By the
time his lips found the rest of my teenage package, I was so horny.  The
orgasm that radiated throughout my slim body was even better than awesome!

I offered to return the favor, but lovingly, Cole told me 'no'.  He said
he'd already experienced a different kind of orgasm in bed with me that
night.  And he said it was every bit as satisfying as if he'd cum himself.
It was hard for me to understand how Cole could have felt MY climax along
with me, but I accepted what he said.

For the second night in a row ... to the steady rhythm of my boyfriend's
heartbeat, and the gentle motion of his slow breathing ... I fell asleep on
Cole's naked chest.  And there was no way I could have been happier!

***

(Meanwhile back on the mountain, Chris takes up the story.)

I guess I should have pissed before turning in after our dinner in Aspen.
It was still dark out ... but my bladder was so full it felt like it would
pop if I didn't empty it RIGHT NOW.  Shivering, I stood in the doorway of
the tent and unloaded onto the ground.  In the icy moonlight, curls of
steam rose from the gushing arch.  I couldn't get my naked body back into
the sleeping bag fast enough!  I located my watch and pressed the button to
light up the face: 2:26.  Wow ... it was still the middle of the night.

I snuggled-up, close to Tyler, more thankful than ever for his body heat.

Lying awake, my brain rehashed the pleasant events of yesterday.  Sunrise
on the Maroon Bells had been awesome.  We'd be heading back up there in a
few hours to do it all again.  As I was beginning to get sleepy, a sighing
noise in the trees joined the chorus from Maroon Creek.  A gust of wind
rattled the tent violently, and I was suddenly wide-awake again.

Above the combined sounds of wind and water, I could hear someone snoring
loudly in another tent.  I tried to go back to sleep, but without luck, so
I just lay quietly beside Tyler.  Finally, the snoring outside stopped;
maybe the guy's partner stabbed him, or something.

Anyway, no sooner had one noise ended when another began: someone in our
tent began to mumble loudly.  Most of it was just gibberish, but I could
make out Brad's voice.  This made two mornings in a row; technically, at
least ... although a few minutes after three was hardly considered morning
in my book!  I wondered if I talked in my sleep as much as Brad did.

I didn't look at my watch again, but I was awake for a while longer, before
I finally drifted off to sleep.  When the alarm buzzer sounded, I was NOT
ready to get up.  But thankfully, Tyler got me moving before Brad could
roll me out of the sleeping bag.  I pulled on several layers of clothes and
then tossed back the sleeping bag.

If the weather gods had showered their favor on us yesterday morning, they
must have been frowning today.  Nothing seemed to go right.  The wind that
had begun while I lay awake in the tent was brutally cold.  When we climbed
into the van, the nine of us were bundled-up like the little brother in
that "Ralphie" Christmas movie.  You know ... the kid whose mom wrapped so
many clothes on him that his arms stuck straight out to the sides.

But we were troopers, I suppose.  Other than our photo club, only a handful
of photographers braved the weather this morning.  And with good reason:
the wonderful reflection from Saturday morning was only a memory.

"I'm sure glad we were here yesterday!" Kenji stated, stopping by the
lakeshore and glancing at the mountains.

"Guys," Ben agreed, as we set up our cameras anyway, "you've just been
handed one of the very best lessons in nature photography.  Always shoot
something when you have the opportunity, because you never know when ... or
if ... you'll ever have another chance that's as good."

Dad nodded his head.  "I couldn't agree more with what Ben just said."  He
paused for a moment as a drift of yellow leaves blew onto the water in
front of us.  "But the sunrise is still coming," Dad added encouragingly.
"So let's go ahead and take a few shots anyway."

We froze, but all of us toughed it out.  And after the sun finally came up,
the day began to warm nicely ... even with the wind.  Like we'd done
yesterday, our group had breakfast in the van.  When we'd eaten, half of
the guys went with Ben, while Tyler, Brad and I gathered our gear and
struck off with Dad.

The four of us hiked alongside the western shore of the lake, past several
spots where we'd taken photographs yesterday.  At the intersection of a few
trails just past the southern end of Maroon Lake, we turned left,
continuing alongside the sparkling creek.  A small sign indicated we were
entering the Maroon Bells Snowmass Wilderness.

"We're on our own now," Dad laughed, nodding to the long list of banned
equipment in the wilderness, including motorized rescue vehicles of any
kind.

But we were far from on our own.  As the day warmed, the number of people
in the area had swollen greatly.  It was turning into a beautiful Sunday
morning.  However, for the most part, only day hikers or outdoorsmen who
were backpacking deep into the wilderness ventured as far as we had.  Most
visitors never went any further than the view as they approached the lake,
where many of them just took a snapshot of the scene and returned to their
cars or tour busses.

Around a bend in the trail, we came upon a vantage point of the mountains
with some brown grasses and the waters of Maroon Creek in the foreground.
Dad stopped; and Tyler began to set up his equipment alongside him while
Brad and I continued on.  Both of us scrambled up a nearby rocky slope;
from the top, we looked down on the creek.

After we'd taken a few shots, I turned to Brad.

"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" I asked him with a grin.

It was hard to tell in the harsh sunlight, but I almost thought his face
turned a little red.

"No," he answered tentatively.  "What did I say?"

Laughing, I replied, "How much money have you got, anyway?"

"Not much," he chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.  "You saw that last
night."

"Yeah.  Well then ... I guess blackmail is out," I answered.  "But
seriously, Brad; who is Benjie, anyway?"

Brad laughed again.  "What did I say about him, anyhow?"

"Not a lot ... that I could understand, at least.  But yesterday morning,
while Tyler and I were trying to wake you up, you were stroking your dick
and it sounded like you said 'suck me, Benjie' a couple of times."

Brad looked me straight in the eyes, as if he were trying to read my
thoughts.  I suppose he must have trusted what he saw there, because what
he said next surprised me.

"Chris, he's my older brother Ben," Brad said.  "But nobody's called him
Benjie for years."

"You mean you and your brother suck each other off?" I asked.

"Brothers," Brad replied, before shaking his head.  "And fuck, I REALLY
miss all the fun we have together!"

I didn't go into a lot of detail, but I told him that my brothers and I
sucked each other off, too.  Immediately, the bond between Brad and I was a
hundred times closer.

Brad and his two brothers shared a bedroom at home.  In fact, the three
brothers had slept in the same room for as for as long as he could
remember.  A couple of years ago, Brad had gotten home, early, from school
one afternoon, and he'd stumbled upon Ben and their oldest brother, Brett,
sixty-nining each other.  What they were doing had looked WAY hot, and of
course Brad wanted to be a part of it.  As you can imagine, his brothers
were in no position to turn down Brad's request.

Anyway, one thing led to another.  And there had hardly been a night since,
when Brad hadn't gone to sleep with the taste of brother cum in his mouth.
He'd given up his load to both of his brothers plenty of times, too.

'So we weren't the only family who liked having fun together,' I thought
with a smile.  'I'd need to invite Brad out to the ranch before too much
longer.  It sounded like he'd fit right in!'

***

This looks like a great place to end chapter thirty.  A lot of my readers
gave me the inspiration for the final scene.  Before I heard about it from
so many of you guys, I honestly didn't know that so much brotherly incest
occurred.  I wish I could have experienced it while growing up!

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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