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After checkout we loaded the shopping into the car and Nick pulled out the list again.

"What's next?" I asked as I put the last of the bags into the trunk.

"Just got to go to the venue and pay the last of the hire fee." He folded the paper and pushed it into his pocket.

"I thought it was gonna take all day?" Nick smiled, a hint of mischief about him as he got into the car and I followed. "Hey, what's so funny?"

"Truth is I kinda needed a break from Hannah." He started the engine. "I love her but she can be too much sometimes, and with this party coming up she's been....difficult." We pulled out of the lot and onto the road, heading into town.

"Is everything okay with you guys?" Nick shrugged away the question.

"Oh, nothing like that. We're solid." The indicator clicked as we waited at a stop light. "But a man needs time to himself now and then. Or at least with different company." He caught my eyes as I watched him in the rear view and I looked away.

The venue was one of the nicer bars in town that marketed itself as an upscale cocktail bar, but really wasn't much different to any other dive on a Saturday night. Still, it looked the nicest, and the party would be invitation only. More friends and family were expected to arrive later in the week, mostly taking rooms at the motel or at an Airbnb. I hoped we wouldn't be expected to fit anyone else into Henry's room, at least.

After settling the fee Nick suggested we stay for a beer. We sat at a table in the corner of the mostly empty bar, sipping our bud lights.

"It's been great spending time with you again, Gareth." He said, his deep blue eyes earnest. "I've missed you."

I didn't know what to say other than "I missed you too." He seemed like he was about to say something more, but instead he looked away, eyes unfocused for a moment. When he looked back his affable self had returned.

"So, what do you want to do now? We have the afternoon to ourselves." I couldn't tell him what I really wanted to do. I couldn't tell him that I wanted to jump his bones and do him right there and then. I tried to think of something.

"We could go see a movie." The suggestion felt lame but Nick brightened at the idea.

"That would be great. It's been months since I've seen something in the theatre." He swigged beer. "Anything you want to see?"

"I guess the new Brad Pitt movie looks interesting." Nick raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Is he your type, then?" He asked. "A big strong man to sweep you off your feet?"

"Hey!" I pretended to be offended. "Brad Pitt is everyone's type. Are you telling me you would turn him down?" Nick laughed.

"Maybe not when he was younger." He winked at me and must have seen the surprise in my face. "Hey, I wasn't always married to your aunt." I was speechless for a moment.

"So you're saying that you've.....with guys...." He shrugged as if it was nothing.

"Sure. Don't see anything wrong with it, especially when there are cute guys like you around." I found taking complements difficult at the best of times, so hearing that from Nick nearly had me running from the room. Instead I sat speechless, trying to look at anything but him.

"Sorry." He said, his face suddenly serious. "I shouldn't have said that."

"It's alright." I said and smiled to prove it. "I liked it. It's just...." I didn't know how to finish.

"Gareth. I know how you feel about me." He reached a hand across the table to take mine. "I've known for years." I knew the truth of what he said. He couldn't have failed to see all the longing looks I'd given him, or noticed how I had hung on his every word as I followed him around like a puppy.

"You don't mind?" My voice was mouse like. He smiled and squeezed my hand.

"Of course not." He looked away in reverie. "Truth is I thought it was cute. Reminded me of when I was that age. Then, as you got older..." He seemed to struggle for a moment. He looked into my eyes. "As you got older I started looking at you differently too."

The tension between us then was palpable. My heart was pounding. All of those signs I thought I had seen had been real.

"This morning, in the bathroom...." I began and he smiled at the mention.

"Guilty. I knew you were in there. I couldn't help but take a peek." He sipped his beer. "I did need to piss, though." I shook my head in disbelief.

"If its any consolation I peeked too." It was strange to talk so frankly with him, but somehow natural too.

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Did you like what you saw?" I blushed but rallied.

"Let's just say Hannah is a lucky lady." He frowned at her name.

"Yeah." He sighed. "And I'm a lucky guy. It's just sometimes...." He shook his head.

"You need more?" He nodded and his thumb caressed the back of my hand. "What are you trying to say?" He took a breath and looked me in the eye, that look of hidden hunger back on his face.

"I'm saying, do you really want to see a movie, or should we check out the motel before it fills up?" There was no ignoring what he meant, his eyes told it all. My heart skipped and my dick began to stiffen. I wrestled briefly with the morality of what he was suggesting, but it was a one sided fight. In that look we shared we both knew I would do whatever he wanted.

We were both giddy as we drove towards the motel. Nick's hand explored my thigh, his fingers brushing at my hardening cock. I looked over and saw that he was sporting a hefty bulge himself and, with the weight of years of adolescent dreaming, I reached my hand towards it. Nick let out a growl as my fingers closed around it, feeling its thickness.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." I told him as a gently massaged him through his jeans.

"Me too, buddy. Fuck, I want you." I felt the car accelerate and we sped the last mile to the motel. I waited in the car as Nick went inside to get a room. He emerged a few long minutes later waving a key and motioning me to follow. I got out of the car and hurried after him, reaching him at the door to the room. He unlocked it and we went inside, letting the door swing shut.

I stood facing him, the heat between us rising as we drank in the sight of each other without restraint. No pretense, no stolen looks, two men drawn together by a shared lust. He stepped towards me, predatory now, and I was aware again of his musculature, honed by a life of physicality. He stood close, inches away, not yet touching, prolonging the anticipation a perfect moment longer as his presence filled my senses. Then he leapt, strong arms around me, pulling me into a kiss that burned like magnesium. I had been kissed before, but those now seemed like rehearsals, that for the first time I was being kissed for real. I sank into his arms and enjoyed the feeling of his grip tight around me and his body pressed to mine.

"Fuck, you're amazing." He said, parting the kiss for a moment, his hand exploring my ass. His dick was hard against me and I felt it jump. "Take your clothes off and get on the bed."

Something in me wriggled like a puppy at his command. He stood back to watch me and I decided to give him the show he wanted. I slipped my jacket from my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor before reaching to unbutton my shirt. I slowly pulled the buttons open, exposing my smooth, defined chest. I was no gym bunny, but I had kept up with soccer in college and knew that guys liked my body. Nick definitely seemed pleased, his hand groping at his straining dick as he watched me perform for him.

I turned my back to him and let the shirt fall to join the jacket. I looked back over my shoulder and saw him take a step forwards, reaching and putting a hand on my ass.

"The times I used to watch you, and wanted you just like this...." His voice was deep and with his touch made me shiver. I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans and Nick did the rest, pulling them down past my ass. My boxers soon followed and his rough hands were on my bare skin, fingers brushing the crease. He kissed my neck, his lips and beard electric on me. My jeans and shorts fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them, naked in front of him for the second time that day. I felt the same thrill, but stronger now, of being exposed before him, of his knowing my desire for him, my need. His lips were at my ear. "I said get on the bed."

He placed a hand on my back pushed me forwards onto the bed. I scrambled up, turning onto my back. It was his turn to give me a show, and I watched as he pulled off his sweater, revealing another of the white t-shirts he always wore and looked so good in. His arms filled the sleeves, his biceps bulging as he peeled it back across his hairy torso and over his head in one slow movement. He gave me the assured look of a man who'd had a lifetime of sexual advances and knew his value, and I felt lucky that he had chosen me. He tossed the shirt towards me and it landed on my chest. I couldn't help but lift it to my face, and he gave me a smile that was hot as hell as I took a deep breath of it.

His hands were at his belt, pulling it clear from its loops and tossing it on the bed. I watched, transfixed, as he unbuttoned his jeans, slowly opening them before pulling them down and stepping out. Naked, his cock stood out hard in front of him and I got my first real look at what I had gotten myself into.

The glimpse I'd had that morning wasn't a trick of the light. Soft it had been impressive, hard it was daunting. At a guess I'd have put it at around eight inches, but it was the thickness that was truly impressive. I had always assumed the term "beer can thick" was hyperbole, but there the proof was in front of me. He climbed onto the bed, parting my legs so that he could go between them, his fat dick resting on my hip and his face inches from mine. He ground himself against me.

"I'm gonna fuck your pretty little ass now, Gareth." His dick throbbed. "You sure you're ready?" Wheher I was ready or not I knew we had started something that neither of us could stop.

"Fuck, I'm ready Nick. I want you to fuck me." He smiled and kissed me, his hands reaching for my knees, hoisting my legs up, lifting and exposing my ass. Suddenly his mouth had left mine and was at my ass, his hot tongue lapping at my hole. No guy had ever done that to me and I nearly came right then as his tongue and beard swept my tender skin. He seemed to enjoy teasing me like that, working my ass with first his tongue and then his fingers as I moaned and writhed, hands gripping the bed clothes. Just when I thought I would scream he relented, pulling away and giving my ass a playful slap.

"Now you're ready. Well, almost." He grinned and reached for his jacket, pulling a handful of lube packets from the pocket.

"Did you plan this all along?" I asked and he winked at me, tearing a packet open with his teeth before applying half to his cock, working it until it glistened.

"It doesn't hurt to be prepared." He squeezed the rest onto his fingers and reached for my as. The lube was cold at first, but soon warmed as he worked it into me, leaving me slick and as ready as I was going to be. He lifted my legs to rest on his shoulders, his dick hard and wet against me. He stared deep into my eyes as he lined himself up with my hole, the fat head brushing it. Then he pushed.

It hurt. Boy, did it hurt. At first. I winced as the thick head push at and then through my resistance, and when it gave there was a snap of pain that went through my whole body. Nick held himself still with just the first inch inside me, his hand stroking my chest as I fought to steady my breathing.

"Shhhh. You're doing great." His words helped calm me and soon I felt the discomfort begin to subside. Seeing me relax he pushed further and, that first hurdle cleared, I found it easier to take. He leant forwards and kissed my lips as his dick slid in. I gasped around his tongue, stretched and full. He was huge to me, not just his cock but his body, his presence, a giant in my mind. It felt good to please him and I opened myself up until I felt his balls rest on mine.

"Fuck, Nick. You feel so good." He growled and began to thrust in and out, gently at first but then, seeing how I responded, how I moved to meet him, and hearing me moan every time his dick brushed my sweet spot, he became more urgent, more animal, pounding at me, the bed rocking back and forth, banging loud on the wall.

"I could do this all fucking night." He said, his sweat slick body hot against me, his dick relentless at my ass.

"Me too." We didn't have all night, though. Nick acknowledged this by fucking me even harder, slamming me into the bed like a man possessed, his arms pinning me, pressing down with his weight as he jackhammered my abused asshole and I moaned like a whore, begging for his cum. He gave it to me in half a dozen more hard fucks, putting his load deep inside. That was enough to tip me over the edge and my dick started twitching out its own load of cum over my chest and belly, a spurt or two hitting my face. Nick gazed down at me, his face flushed and dreamy.

"You look so sexy like that, Gareth." He kissed me gently. "We should have done this sooner." He brushed the hair from my forehead.

"I guess we can make up for lost time." I said and he smiled, making me melt all over again.

"Okay, buddy." He kissed my nose. "It's a deal."

We lay on the motel bed a while longer, Nick holding me from behind, enveloping me. It was all too brief. The afternoon waned and too soon it became time to return to reality.

There was an awkward silence as we dressed. What we had just done was wrong on a few levels and while I didn't regret it, and sensed that he didn't either, it would still take some time to process. Before we left the room he pulled me to him again and kissed me, as if in reassurance.

"Let's try and find some time alone tonight." He said and stroked my hair. "After everyone had gone to bed." I looked into his eyes and nodded. I wanted nothing more than to be with him, even if it meant sneaking around in the dark. The thought excited me, even. I had begun an affair with my uncle and I couldn't have been happier.