Treehouse

Chapter 1

Justin pulled the loft door closed behind him just as a loud thud from the bedroom resounded around the spacious loft.

"Brian?" he called. "Brian, are you all right?"

Justin made his way over to the steps leading up to the bedroom. Brian was standing by the end of the bed with something lying in a pile around his feet.

"What are you doing?" Justin asked as Brian surveyed the object at his feet. "What the fuck is that?"

"My tool belt."

"Tool belt? What the fuck are you doing with a tool belt?"

"We're going to John's tomorrow to start the treehouse, so I thought we should bring some tools."

"Where did you get those?" Justin asked.

"I went over to Deb's earlier. She made a cake that she wants us to take to Claire and the boys tomorrow. Carl was there and when I told him about the treehouse and that I should find some tools, he offered me his tool belt."

"That was nice of him."

"Yeah," Brian said looking at the pile at his feet.

"So what's the problem?"

"It's too fucking big, even in the last hole."

"That's because you have no hips," Justin said wisely.

Brian snorted. "Unlike some of us with excess baggage in the back."

"Excess? Excess?" Justin demanded his voice rising in indignation. Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek and nodded knowingly. "I do not have excess baggage. Everybody loves my ass, especially someone standing in this room."

"Hmmfph," Brian said.

"I bet I could wear the tool belt," Justin said coming over to pick it up as Brian stepped out of the pile of tools. He undid the buckle and placed it around his hips. Sure enough on the last hole the tool belt sat temptingly atop the globes of Justin's ass. "See," he said with a grin.

"Excess baggage," Brian repeated, but then his eyes darkened. He could picture Justin's erect cock peaking out from under the tool belt, and then he pictured Justin's ass spread out naked before him with the tool belt resting just above his pink little pucker, and then he pictured plowing into that ass with the tools slapping against their bodies.

"Brian?" Justin said. "You have a funny look on your face."

"Get naked," Brian growled as he started to pull off his own clothes. "But keep the belt."

"Kinky," Justin giggled as he saw where this was heading and liked it a lot. He could already feel his cock growing in anticipation and Brian was obviously ready as he got rid of his jeans.

"On your knees on the bed," Brian ordered.

Justin obeyed immediately. He wiggled his ass in anticipation as it stuck up in Brian's direction. The tools bobbled around and slapped against his thighs. He moaned softly.

"Don't start without me," Brian said as he kneeled on the bed and started to eat Justin's ass using the tool belt for purchase.

"Oh God, Brian," Justin groaned. His cock was so hard and it was pushing against the constraints of the tool belt. It felt amazing, and Brian was licking his hole, and he was so fucking turned on. "Fuck me now!" he ordered wriggling around and pushing back for Brian to give him more.

Brian suited up and entered the boy quickly plowing home with a couple of quick thrusts. He held onto the tool belt to pull Justin back against him. It rubbed over Justin's swollen cock and the boy moaned with pleasure.

Brian found his rhythm quickly and rode his little tool belt man for all he was worth. Between Brian plowing his ass and the action of the belt against his cock, it didn't take Justin long to reach orgasm. He called Brian's name as he shot and contracted his muscles around Brian's dick. The man shot his load immediately and then dropped down on top of Justin.

"Ouch, ouch, ouch," they both cried.

"I've got a fucking hammer in my groin," Brian cried rolling away.

"So, I have a chisel alongside my dick. That could be fatal."

They both started giggling as Brian got rid of the condom and Justin cleaned himself up. Justin then adjusted the tool belt so he could keep wearing it but nothing was pressing against something important.

"That was hot," Brian said smiling over at Justin.

"Yeah, and painful there at the end."

"You'll have to wear the tool belt tomorrow. Maybe you should dress just like this," Brian said running his hand along Justin's thigh.

"We'd never get anything done," Justin giggled.

"We'd get important stuff done," Brian said with a lascivious grin.

"And what about John and Bobby … and Claire."

"Maybe we could get Bobby to wear a tool belt too."

"You are evil."

"I know. It's one of my most endearing qualities."

"Tomorrow should be fun," Justin said.

"Yeah, if only one of us knew what the fuck we were doing," Brian grimaced.

"John will know. He builds things all the time."

"Not by himself."

"We'll help him."

Brian snorted. "We'll be a big help!"

"We will, and we're going to build the best treehouse that ever was."

"Come here, my enthusiastic little tool man," Brian said kissing Justin's cheek. "I think we need to give the belt another workout."

"Anytime, my big hunky carpenter man," Justin giggled, as Brian pressed against him. He didn't even feel the hammer stuck between them.

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Early the next morning they were in Justin's brand new Jeep Cherokee with the tool belt, Debbie's cake and enough clothes for the week. Brian had rearranged his schedule and Justin was still a free spirit. John had suggested the four of them spend the time building the treehouse and getting to know one another. He also needed the vacation, never having a reason to take time off before. John had used the fact that the plans for the treehouse were rather elaborate and would take more than a long weekend to complete. Bobby was off for the summer and took time off from The Honey Bear to lend a hand, hammer and or dick, when necessary. They arrived at Claire's farm around ten in the morning.

Claire, Beau and the boys greeted Brian and John with hugs, licks from Beau and a fresh batch of muffins. Claire had learned from Debbie about Brian's bout with cancer and she was determined to put a little more meat on his bones. Her determination was emphasized when Brian was questioned by John about why Brian wasn't going to wear the tool belt.

After the demonstration of how the tool belt fit or rather did not fit around Brian's waist, it was agreed that Justin was the best man to wear it. Agreed, that is, after they all stopped laughing as the belt again hit the ground with a thud. Brian mumbled something about excess baggage as the Anderson-Kinney family went inside the house for breakfast and to discuss the treehouse plans.

Sitting in the kitchen at the table, John began to discuss the treehouse and handed out copies of the plans for each of them. The treehouse would have two levels. The lower level an open balcony, the upper completely enclosed and with windows on each of the four sides. Brian began to sweat with self doubt.

"Uh, John, I'm real good with a camera and I can write an ad to sell almost anything, but I don't think I can build something as ornate as that." Brian had to admit that while he was very good at a lot of things, carpentry wasn't one of them. Brian really wanted to participate, prove that he could to this for Gus and prove it to himself.

"Brian, I designed all the plans and drew them up in a step by step fashion. Most of the lumber has been precut to my specifications. It's all insert 'Tab A' into 'Slot B'. I think you're very familiar with fitting tabs into slots," John explained with a straight face to his little bro who was about to experience a full fledged queen out. Brian thought about it for a few seconds then pulled Justin onto his lap.

"Tabs into slots, huh. I can do that." The whole table roared with laughter; Claire and Justin blushed. After letting the muffins settle in their stomachs, it was tool time, the queer way.

Bobby showed Justin where the lumber was stored in the barn and the two of them began to bring and stack the lumber closer to the tree. John was examining the tree with Brian and recommended what branches needed to be pruned so that the treehouse would fit around the trunk. Brian listened carefully to John while keeping an eye on Justin. Justin occasionally had problems with his hand; Brian didn't want this experience to be marred by Justin getting hurt.

John had each piece of wood marked with an identifying number and corresponding letter, it was truly a matter of fitting the pieces together then securing them with nails and bolts. After several hours of sweaty work the tree was prepared and a scaffold was erected around it so that the need for ladders was kept at a minimum. John had spent many a year as a foreman; he kept his directions clear and concise so that even Emmett would have been able to follow them. His efforts were not lost on Brian.

Towards dinnertime, the boys decided they had done enough for the day. Claire announced that they had time to cool off at the stream before dinner was ready. John and Brian stowed away the tools safely on the porch as Bobby and Justin draped a protective tarp on the lumber, securing it with rocks. The four of them headed for the stream.

Just past the big rock where John and Brian had brooded over their situation weeks before, the stream widened and deepened enough to allow for swimming or in this case skinny dipping. Brian, never letting nudity embarrass him shed his sticky clothes and walked into the water. Turning toward the shore, he addressed the three stunned men staring at him.

"What?"

"Brian, you're naked." Justin said, stating the obvious and commenting loudly.

"Your point?"

"What if an alligator or something swims by; you could loose something vital."

"Justin, I don't think a Pennsylvanian stream is home to alligators."

"Snapping turtles," Bobby said softly.

"What!?"

"Not alligators, snapping turtles."

"Fuck!" Brian jumped and started toward the shore. John and Bobby cracked up, held up their hands to stop him, then began to shed their own clothes.

"Don't worry, I've played and swam in this stream all my life. I've never seen a snapping turtle."

"Thanks a lot, John."

"Got you back for that 'ping, ping, ping'."

"Yeah, you did." Brian snorted. John and Bobby swam out toward the middle, as Justin slowly removed his clothes.

"What's the matter, little boy? Worried about the turtles?"

"No."

"Not embarrassed, are you?"

"No."

"What, then?"

"Are you sure there aren't any alligators to bite me?" Justin smiled coyly.

"Come here, you. The only thing in this stream that could possibly endanger you is me."

"I think I may like you biting me."

"Then come closer, Sunshine, so I can take a real good bite."

"Oh yeah!" Justin walked into the stream and into Brian's waiting arms.

After splashing about for a half an hour, a small grove on the other shore caught Brian's eye. Brian swam toward it followed by Bobby. John and Justin went back to the other side in search of their clothes. Lying on the soft grass, they let the sun dry them off.

"Justin, why Sunshine?"

"That's a nickname Debbie gave me when we first met. Brian used to tease me with it and then it sort of stuck."

"Hmm." John was struck by Justin's innocent good looks and how the sun glinted off his hair.

"Hey, Sunshine! Bring that bubble butt over here." Brian bellowed through the trees. Justin looked at John, rolled his eyes as he put on his pants and sneakers then made his way through the thicket. John could see them. Brian was waiting there hiding something behind his back. As Justin approached, Brian presented him with a pretty bunch of colorful wild flowers. Looking down and with a blush to his tanned skin, Brian was fretting the response.

Justin gazed at the flowers. White daisies, yellow black-eyed susans, and purple wild violets, an artist's eye candy. Justin lived up to his name; his smile rivaled only by the sun. Justin kissed his flower toting hunky carpenter deeply, offering his gratitude for the flowers. Trying to avoid further sweating Brian retorted. "I thought we could put them in a vase. I know you have your sketch pad. Claire's walls are looking a little bare since she sold some of the paintings."

Justin knew exactly what Brian meant. Justin was so on to him. He nodded, "I think that's an excellent idea, Brian." Justin hugged Brian, "I'll work on it after dinner."

John, watching the little scene unfold, now understood Sunshine. Bobby, who had also witnessed the exchange, walked along the shore to join his lover. His deep auburn hair reflecting the sun's rays as the sun began to set on the horizon. "So beautiful," John murmured into Bobby's hair. "I love you." Bobby smiled his own sunny smile and melted into John's arms, echoing John's sentiments.

The lovers donned their clothes and went back to the house for dinner.

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Dinner was spent with some gentle teasing and finding out more about each other. Claire watched the newfound brothers marveling at how much they were alike and yet how different. Brian exuded sex and confidence. John was almost as good looking, but he was more subdued and quiet. Claire could see how Justin had brought Brian out of himself. She wondered what Brian might have been like without his little blond twink as he called Justin. Maybe he would be more like John, but she didn't really think so somehow. She could see the effect that Bobby had already had on her son. John seemed so much happier. Being true to his own nature had been so good and so freeing for John. He would have never been able to do that without Brian coming into their lives.

"So are you gentlemen headed out for an evening of fun?" Claire asked.

Brian groaned. "I used muscles today that I never knew I had. I think an early evening is in store for me."

"That's what happens when you get older," Justin grinned.

"Let's see what your ass says about that in an hour or so," Brian retorted.

Justin snorted. "Like you can even get it up."

"Gentlemen, I think that's my cue to go read a book … or something."

"Sorry, Claire," Justin said blushing. He had forgotten that she was even there.

"Good night, mother," John said giving her a kiss. Claire went up to her room leaving the dishes and clean-up for the men.

As they loaded the dishwasher and wiped the table, Brian asked, "Been to the Honey Bear lately, John?"

"Haven't needed to," John said pulling Bobby into his embrace.

"Getting enough at home?"

"More than enough."

"We should go while we're here this week."

"You think?" John said with a grin.

"I'll get Justin to teach you some dance moves."

"What about you?"

"I'm not much of a dancer," Brian admitted.

"Looked pretty hot to me when you two were on the dance floor at the Honey Bear."

"Justin's my inspiration. I just follow his lead. He was King of Babylon, you know."

Justin heard the touch of pride in Brian's voice and smiled. "Had to get your attention somehow."

"And look where that led," Brian said shaking his head.

"Right to your bed … permanently which is where I want to be right now," Justin said and headed for the stairs.

Brian immediately was on his way after him.

"You're such a wimp," John called.

"You don't know the half of it … but I wouldn't have it any other way." Brian hurried up the stairs to find his horny partner. He knew that tone of voice only too well. It would be an interesting night.

Never backing down from a challenge, Brian and Justin managed to do their part for water conservation and showered together. It was a cramped fit in the farmhouse's quaint little bathroom but they were victorious. No sex was had but each man was able to assist the other in removing the kinks from the hard work of the day. Drying each other off and putting on some shorts for modesty's sake, they retired to their room.

Sex was gentle and quiet that night, both preferring gentle lovemaking to conserve their energy for tomorrow and to give their screaming muscles a chance to recover. Justin fell asleep curled in Brian's arms.

John and Bobby also took a shower, donned sweat pants then went to relax in the screened porch sipping iced tea. It was still early and their muscles were fair better suited to manual labor than the sleeping beauties upstairs. The night was warm but not humid. They cuddled together on a swinging loveseat admiring the stars. After an hour or so they too, retired to their room.

Looks are so deceiving. Brian, the world's most notorious top, plays his part well. Only Justin is aware that under the right circumstances, when the planets align, the world has tilted off its axis or he has been rimmed beyond all that is imaginable, will Brian bottom.

John, on the other hand, loved to bottom. Both he and Bobby were versatile lovers, sharing the top and bottom role. But truth be known, John loved to bottom for Bobby.

Quietly they slipped into the king sized bed they share after easing out of their pants. Foreplay was a gentle slow affair to savor each other's taste and scent. After preparing John and putting on a condom, Bobby entered his lover, slowly rocking in and out. As they felt their climax mount, John pulled his lover down to kiss Bobby deeply. The friction of his cock against Bobby's hard abdomen triggered John's orgasm with Bobby following close behind. Catching their breath, Bobby eased out, removed the condom then helped John with the clean up. The two fell into a sated sleep.