Dodge Charger

We left the motel in the mid afternoon and I couldn't help but smile the whole way back to the house.

"You're gonna have to wipe that grin off your face before we go in." Nick said as we pulled up the drive, though he wasn't doing much better.

"I think I'm gonna need a shower too." I took a whiff of myself. "I stink of you." He leaned in and kissed me.

"Is that so bad?" I felt hot all over again. I wanted to jump into his lap and have him do me right there on the immaculate upholstery.

"I guess not." I kissed him back and his hands were on my body again, strong and searching, groping me through my clothes. I'm not sure how far things would have gone, but we were interrupted by the sound of another car appearing at the end of the drive. We broke apart and I looked back to see Henry and Jim pulling up in Karen. Nick and I straightened our clothes before getting out the greet them.

"Hey guys. Busy day?" Henry said as he and Jim lifted some boxes from the back seat of his car. Nick and I exchanged a quick look.

"Sure was." Said Nick, popping the trunk of the Charger. He handed me a few bags. "Gareth has been showing me the sights." He winked at me. Henry laughed.

"Bet that took all of five minutes." He hefted the boxes up the steps to the front door, struggling with the handle. I headed over to help him.

"Actually there's a new pothole on Main Street that is quite impressive." I opened the door and followed him inside, Nick and Jim close behind us. Henry laughed.

"Yeah I think Karen might have run over that one earlier." We went through to the kitchen and put the boxes and bags on the counter. "I'll get her to write a letter to the mayor about it."

"What's in the boxes?" Nick asked as he came into the kitchen. Henry pulled one open.

"Decorations for the party." He pulled out a packet of balloons and handed it to me. "Guess what you're doing on Friday morning."

"At least tell me you've got a pump." Henry grinned and made the jerk off gesture.

"Yeah, I heard you're better with your hand than your mouth." I punched him on the arm.

"I've seen your porn folder, bro, so don't throw the first stone." Our banter descended into rough-housing the way brothers do and pretty soon Henry had me in a head lock. "Alright, alright. I yield." I pulled at his arm but he wouldn't budge. "Get off me."

"Not until you agree to make us all a snack." He squeezed my neck, not hard, but enough that I could feel his bicep bulge against my throat. Damn, be really had gotten strong, I thought.

"Okay, I'll make some snacks. Just let me go." I caught Nick's eyes and he was smiling, enjoying the show. Henry released me and I rubbed my neck. "I was hungry anyway." I said, trying to salvage a little pride.

I made a bunch of sandwiches as the other guys put away the party stuff and, grabbing some beers, we took them into the living room and switched on the TV. Henry and Jim took one couch while I sat next to Nick on the other. Jim picked up the remote and began flipping through the channels.

"200 hundred channels and fuck all on." He grumbled as news casts, commercials and daytime soaps flashed by.

"Give it here." Henry said, pulling the control from Jim's hand. He brought up the menu and went to the movie rental section and scrolled through. "Shout out if you see something you like."

Suggestions were made, only for someone else to shoot them down, and eventually we settled on the most recent Marvel movie as the least offensive to everyone. It was about as dumb as I expected, though we did get to see Chris Hemsworth's ass which was some consolation. It felt great spending down time with Nick like that, with his body next to mine, arm to arm, leg to leg. The contact was a secret we shared, and I had to resist the urge to take his hand or let my head rest on his shoulder.

Mom and Hannah arrived back at the house as the credits were rolling, clutching a dozen or so boutique bags between them. They'd been on a "girls' day out", which involved shopping for clothes and a trip to the local salon. We all remembered to tell them how nice they looked and we were rewarded with smiles and poses and promises of food. In the end, though, we all decided to order in pizza that night and we spent a happy evening with a few beers and some games in the living room. The only sour note was Jim, who had started chasing his beers with whiskey early and became more surly and argumentative as the evening wore on.

"The separation has been hard on him." Mom had said to me as I complained about him to her in the kitchen. "You know Sharon kicked him out of the house. He's been living at the motel as far as I know."

This got my attention.

"Wait, what? The motel? Then why is he staying here?" My mind was racing.

"I just felt sorry for him, you know?" She put her hand on my forearm. "He seemed so lonely, and I thought since everyone would be here this week it would do him good."

"I guess so..." I said, dropping the subject.

The rest of the night I kept half an eye on Jim, but couldn't tell if he was acting any different towards me or was just being his usual drunk asshole self. By the end of the night I had forgotten why I had been worried.

I lay on my cot that night, listening as the others drifted off to sleep, slow breaths becoming gentle snores. Quiet as a cat I crept out of bed and into the hall. The house was dark. I paused there and listened. Nothing but the ticking of the grandfather clock downstairs. Then, from down the hall, I heard soft foot steps and the door to my old room slowly opened.

Nick appeared, carefully closing the door behind him before tiptoeing up to me. After a quick glance around he planted a soft kiss on my lips. He tasted of spearmint.

"I've wanted to do that all night." He whispered in my ear. "Come on, let's head out back."

We crept down the stairs, flinching at every creak, but heard no sound from above as we made it to the back door. I felt like a kid again, sneaking out to some party.

"Where should we go?" Nick asked, and the idea came to me immediately.

"The tree house." Before he got sick, Dad had spent a summer building a tree house in a big old oak that grew out back. It was pretty lavish, as these things go. Dad was always a bit of a perfectionist, and even back then Henry and I could tell that it was as much for him as for us. I led Nick there now.

It was how I remembered, a ladder leading up to a solid and surprisingly roomy structure built among the branches, and I smiled as I saw mine and Henry's names carved into the tree next to the ladder, recalling the afternoon we had done it.

"This is awesome. Your Dad made this?" Nick looked up at the tree house, admiring the handiwork, and for a moment it was as if I was seeing it through his eyes.

"Yeah." I said. "He put a lot of work into it. Me and Henry spent a lot of time here when we were younger."

He was already at the ladder and climbing.

"I gotta see inside." He disappeared into the tree house and I followed. I found him grinning boyishly as he looked around. "Man, you were so lucky to have this. Your Dad was an awesome guy. I wish I'd known him longer."

"Yeah, me too." I said and Nick looked suddenly sad. He stepped over to me, putting his arms around my waist and kissing my forehead.

"I'm sorry, I..." I stopped his apology with a kiss and wrapped my arms around his back, pulling myself closer. Our tongues met, hot and wet, wrestling in the space between our lips. I wanted him so badly it burned. He was like a drug. The way he started pulling at my clothes, nearly ripping the buttons of my shirt to get at me, told me he needed it as much as I did.

Shirt open he dived for my chest, kissing and licking the taut, smooth muscles, biting at my nipples until I whimpered. When I did he grinned up at me before biting harder. Fuck, I thought, this man knows every button to push.

Nick stood before stepping over to a bench that ran along one wall. He sat and beckoned me over. I stood in front of him, aroused and obedient.

"Kneel down." His voice was quiet but firm. I kept my eyes locked with his as I complied, kneeling before him. He watched me, rubbing his big dick through his pants. "Get it out."

He pulled his hand away to give me access and I reached up to the buckle of his belt, working it lose, always aware of the dick throbbing an inch from my hand, the dick that had claimed my ass hours earlier. The belt came free. I popped the button of his pants and pulled the zipper down, revealing the stretched fabric of his shorts as they struggled to contain him. His hand was on the back of my head and he pulled me forward, pressing my face into his crotch. His dick felt huge against my face and when I breathed him in my head span, all sweat and testosterone. It was intoxicating and soon I was kissing and licking at the fabric, enjoying every fat inch.

"That's it, baby." He cooed as his fingers played in my hair. "Make love to it."

I couldn't wait any longer. I pulled down the waistband, all the way until it hooked under his balls. My mouth went to work again, my tongue slipping over his warm, soft skin, up the shaft to the head, where I wrapped my lips, pushing the foreskin all the way back. He was thick with precum, and I felt it coat my tongue and lips as I made out with the dick I loved so much.

The hand on my head applied a little pressure now, urging me to take more of him into my mouth. I opened as wide as I could, but even so it was a struggle at first. He let out encouraging moans for my efforts and, with the gentle but steady pressure on my head, I felt the thick head push at my throat. That was enough for me and I began to choke, spluttering and coughing as I pulled my head away. Nicks hand moved to my cheek and he softly stroked it.

"You did good." He said, his voice soothing. "It just takes a little practice." I nodded as my breathing calmed, and I leant forward again. Though he let me set the depth and pace this time I was keen to please him, to show him I was worth his beautiful dick, so I quickly had the head hitting my throat again. I coughed again but found I could keep control of it by finding the right rhythm and soon I was taking over half his dick, my head bobbing up and down, my lips and tongue working him like my life depended on it. He was moaning and messing my hair, seeming as lost as I was in the pleasure of the moment.

"Fuck, Gareth." His voice was husky. "Your mouth feels so good. You're a fucking natural."

This spurred me on. I wanted him to feel good. I was making him feel good. I was happier than I had been in a long time.

I felt his hands tighten on my head, fingers digging at my scalp, his grip and force holding me in place as he took control once more, humping my mouth as he headed towards his climax.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." He repeated it over and over, his dick rock hard and pulsing. "Fuck...." The first spurt hit my tongue, then a second and a third. He pulled out, hand on his dick as he jerked out more ropes of cum onto my face and it felt thick and warm as it landed on my skin. His eyes were fixed on mine, burning with animal lust as he pushed his dick back between my lips to let me suckle at the last drops of his load.

"I knew you'd look beautiful with my cum on your face." He smiled as he said it, but I could tell that he meant it as more than just a joke. Truth was, I liked it too. I liked being a whore for him. I liked it when he was affectionate, too, but being on my knees before him in the dark tree house, his cum dripping down my cheeks, awoke a side of me that wanted to be dirty, that wanted to be wrong.

"We should get back." I said, glancing at my watch.

"But what about you?" He asked, his hand reaching to the hard on in my pants.

"I guess you can owe me one." I said and he smiled.

"Okay." He said and kissed me. "But I get to choose where and when."

"That could be interesting." I said and noted the gleam in his eye.

We decided to head in separately. Nick went ahead and I followed a few minutes later, giving me time to clean my face up a little. As I headed towards the house I looked up at the second floor windows. The bedrooms were still dark but I was alarmed to see the bathroom light was on. I quietly crept into the house and up the stairs to find the bathroom empty. Whoever had used it last must have forgotten to switch it off. Breathing a sigh of relief I turned out the light and went back to bed, finding the other guys as I had left them.

Breakfast the next morning was another busy affair. All six of us crowded into the kitchen, with Henry taking over stove duties for a change. Apparently Mom didn't want to risk damage to her new nails before the weekend so would be taking things easy until then. He handled it surprisingly well, only burning about half of the sausages. I volunteered to deal with the dishes and Nick hung back to help me as the others went about getting ready for the day.

Once we were alone he came up behind me as I cleared plates from the counter and I nearly dropped them when I felt his hands on my ass and his beard on my neck.

"How are you this morning, sexy." He growled in my ear. I put down the plates and turned to face him.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be the horny teenager here, not you." My attempt at chastising him was undermined by the grin I couldn't keep from my face as I half heartedly batted his groping hands away.

"It's your fault." He said, pushing me back against the counter. "It's hell being near you and not being able to touch."

"Tell me about it." I knew his pain. It was like dangling a sandwich just out of reach of a starving man.

"What are you doing tonight?" He asked. "Want to go out?"

"Sure." I said. "I don't have plans beyond another night with the family."

"Awesome. We'll hit some bars, have some drinks. Call it a boys' night." His excitement was infectious.

"Okay let's do it." I paused. "What if Henry and Jim want to come? You know they will." Nick frowned.

"Then I guess we'll have to find a way to ditch them." He kissed me. "We'll think of something." I hoped he we right, after all they say that necessity is the mother of invention, and I needed him badly.

The rest of the morning and the afternoon took Nick away with Hannah to visit some friends who lived in town, so I found myself tagging along with the other guys, delivering a bunch of last minute party invitations to people around town that Mom had forgotten she knew. Jim was in a foul mood, no suffering through an epic hangover.

"It's not my fault you've got a bad head." I told him after another sparky comment. He scoffed.

"You know the cure for a bad head?" I was sat in the back and he turned to look at me, an odd look in his eye. "Some good head." He held my eye a second or two longer before turning back around.

"What's that supposed to mean?" The anger rose in me.

"Nothing." He said, dismissively. "Could use a hummer right now, is all."

"Couldn't we all." Said Henry, breaking the tension and the subject was dropped.

"Nick suggested a boys night out tonight." I had decided to get it over with. "A few bars, nothing fancy. You guys in?" The mood in the car brightened then.

"Count me in." Said Henry. "I think Dave McKinney and his band are playing at the Goat."

"Not that fucking guy." Interjected Jim. "You know he screwed my girl in high-school?"

"Dude." Said Henry, putting a hand on Jim's shoulder. "You hold grudges like a hooker holds her legs. You need to let go. Zen, dude. Zen."

"I'll zen right up his fucking ass." We couldn't help but laugh at that, and Jim became more agreeable.

We goofed around the rest of the afternoon, driving around old haunts, sharing our memories of them.

"There's no way that's gonna hold. It looks rotten." Henry had found an old rope swing by the creek we used to play by in the summer. I was attempting to dissuade him from trying it, without success. He tested it with a few sturdy yanks.

"Nah, bro. It's solid. Watch." He pulled the rope back and slipped his foot into the loop tied to the end. Gripping the rope he kicked off and swung out over the water. There was an ominous creak, but the rope and Henry returned to the bank unscathed.

"Now me." Said Jim, taking the rope and filling his foot.

"Dude, don't do this." I urged him. Jim was a big man. Tall and stocky compared to Henry's slighter, more toned body. He had to weigh an extra hundred pounds at least. It knew it was pointless, he could be as stubborn as he could be stupid.

He kicked off and the rope complained loudly. We watched as, almost in slow motion, he swung out. He reached the highest point of the swing, the cold water right below him, the branch the rope was tied to bending earthwards, we we heard a snap and then saw and heard the splash as Jim plunged into the water, the rope and the branch springing back. Henry and I rushed to the water side, caught between dismay and hysterical laughter. Luckily the creek wasn't deep and Jim quickly scrambled to his feet, a look of thunder on him. He struggled to the bank where Henry and I reached down to help him out. He was already shivering, his wet clothes clinging to him.

"It's not fucking funny." He said as we hastened back to the car and Henry and I gave into our hysterics.

"I tried to warn you, dude." I said, pulling off my jacket and handing it to him. He put it on with grudging gratitude.

"Fine." He said as we reached the car. "Henry, I hope your heater works."

It did and by the time we arrived back at the house Jim was beginning to see the funny side too.

"What happened to him?" Asked Hannah as we bustled into the house and Jim ran straight upstairs for a hot shower and dry clothes.

"He fell in the creek." Henry answered as he passed her, heading to the kitchen, leaving me to complete the story.

"He's been acting more reckless since Sharon kicked him out." Hannah said, shaking her head.

"It was ust a few guys acting like kids." I told her. "It's no big deal."

"What's not a big deal?" Nick appeared in the doorway from the living room. I had to fight not to stare. How could I forget just how hot he is so quickly, but every time I saw him it was like the first time again.

"Oh, er, Jim fell in the creek." I said and Nick raised his eyebrows.

"Was he drunk?" It was the obvious question but I shook my head.

"Not that I know of, just too heavy." Nick looked confused but shrugged it off.

"Nick, honey." Said Hannah, grabbing her coat from the stand. "I'm going to go and pick Denise and the kids up from the station and take them to the motel." She kissed him on the cheek and I felt a stab of jealousy. "Are you still going out tonight?" Nick looked at me.

"Still up for it, sport?" He asked, giving me a look that Hannah didn't see.

"Yeah, sure. I'm still down."

"Okay then, honey." Hannah said as she opened the front door. "You boys have fun."

"We will." Said Nick and he winked at me as the door closed. He looked about, checking the coast was clear, before rushing over and grabbing me, kissing me hard and fast before breaking away. "Was that fun for you?"

"You have a risky sense of fun." I could hear the shower running in the bathroom upstairs, and I had no idea where Henry was.

"That just adds to it." He said, giving my ass another pat. He was right, of course. I might be more cautious, but I couldn't ignore the thrill I got from sneaking around like this, grabbing what moments we could, making each one all the hotter.

"I had to tell Henry and Jim about tonight." I said. "They wanna come."

"That's cool." He said, shaking his head. "They were bound to find out anyway." I told him about the band playing that night and we made a tentative plan to slip away during the set.

The bathroom door opened and Jim came out wrapped in a towel. Seeing us he stopped at the top of the stairs.