Jobie's first blowie (Short story-NSFW)

Warning!
clearly, this is a full smut short story! I am not used to writing nsfw yet, and I'm sure you can tell haha. I will hopefully get better, but I ask that you are patient with the writing. 

     Limbs thudded against the carpeted floor as Jobie was tossed by the shaggy haired man who was considerably larger than him. The way the floor boomed with each rough fall once frightened Jobie, but it had since become background noise as he would tussle with Rory.

     Since the house stood up off the ground on stilts, the thuds would occasionally get loud enough to draw Ace out of his room. He would curiously peak his head and he would ask; is everything okay? And Jobie would reply; aah! Then Rory would give Ace a thumbs up while Jobie squirmed under him.

     Just as he squirmed now, dragging his heels on the carpet to back himself up as Rory stood above him. Two calloused hands gripped his ankles mercilessly, yanking him back into place which pulled a laugh from Jobie. It never took long for Jobie to slip from the hippie’s grasp. The task of keeping Jobie still was an incredibly difficult one, even for Rory. Much like a ferret, Jobie managed to wriggle and gnaw his way from someone’s grasp. A skill he prided himself on- and rightfully so! What an impressive thing, to be able to get away almost every time. Very impressive indeed. He was an impressive person.

     The only man Jobie couldn't manage to get away from was Gene. Those large steady hands would pin him without fail, or hold him up in the air to break up a particularly scruffy tussle. Well- that's all because Jobie allowed him to. It would probably bruise Gene’s ego if Jobie were to escape him as easily as he could. That's why.

     Besides, Gene wasn't as fun as Rory. Rory was dynamic and a bit floppy, fun to tackle. Pure excitement coursed through Jobie when they would play like this, bodies pressing together and laughter occasionally escaping both boys.

     Jobie’s favorite was pinning Rory and gripping his wrists or his shoulders. It was exciting pressing him down on the carpet, and it made a warmth flare in Jobie’s crotch. It felt good.

     That feeling had only come about recently. The feeling of intimacy with another man had become a prominent film playing in Jobie’s mind. The idea of two men intermingling in the way that the other boys  intermingled.

     Being as smart as he was- which was a tad more clever than the average man- Jobie had discovered the romance that was happening between the three men. The cuddling he found odd at first, often sitting far from them on the couch. He had made sure to stare, sure that they would see his concern and realize that there was plenty of room on the couch for all of them. They didn't seem to understand though, but Jobie can't expect everyone to be keenly aware.

     What had truly frightened him was the kissing. Then the muffled moans from behind a bedroom door.

     Sex, thats what they were having. He figured they had found a way to do it, and they likely enjoyed it with how often a door would be locked. The swirling ideas in his head typically made a heated throb start to pulse in his groin, a feeling that Jobie rather enjoyed.

    So when the feeling began to appear when he and Rory would scuffle, he found a slight addiction to the boners that would rise. Occasionally, his swollen cock straining against his corduroys would brush against Rory and send a slight twinge of pleasure through him.

     Most nights, he and Rory wouldn't wrestle. He would get excited. Then they would have dinner.

     Yet, tonight, Jobie was suddenly startled to feel a pleasant hand press against the solid cock between his legs. He froze while half sat up, eyes pinned to the fingers cupping him. He could feel the warmth from Rory’s hand through the fabric, flesh touching him. Never having been touched before by someone else, Jobie’s erection twitched excitedly from the minimal contact.

     “Heh- yeah I was wonderin,” Rory said. “Want a blowie?”

     Jobie stared, and Rory stared back.

     “What.” Jobie said, his voice slightly louder than what the conversation
    called for.

    “If not, that's alright man. I’m down though.”

     Rory was asking to put his mouth on Jobie’s cock. He was asking to suck on him, to put his cock inside of his mouth and suck. Jobie could have his erection in Rory’s mouth and sucked.

     Yes. That would feel good.

     Frantically, quickly, Jobie’s hand shot for his belt. His constantly fierce gaze stayed pinned on Rory as his hands worked tirelessly, both sides of his belt soon open and limp on either side of his hips. His fly came down with a zip, and he reached into his boxers eagerly.

     Rory let out a chuckle as Jobie worked, barely having enough time to situate Jobie on a nearby bean bag before his cock was pulled out and throbbing straight up in the air.

     “Damn.” Rory giggled.

     Jobie felt that Rory said this because he was impressed. He spread his bare thighs apart eagerly, his boxers and corduroys having been pushed down to his ankles.

     Why isn't he starting now? Why is Jobie’s cock not in his mouth this very second? Instead, Rory was sitting on his ankles with his hands behind his head, putting his hair into a bun. Jobie stared at him.

     “I don't know man, I can only fit so much in my mouth.” Rory said, looking up at Jobie with one blue eye. He was smirking.

     “Fit as much- Fit what you can then.” Jobie said back quickly, shifting his hips a bit.

     Rory chuckled. Why? Well, Rory wasn't the brightest. Maybe he thought something was funny, when nothing funny was happening right now.

     A finger and a thumb formed a ring around Jobie’s base, giving a subtle squeeze. Rory’s hand slowly glided up the raw blushed cock, and the silky foreskin dipped past Jobie’s tender glossy tip. A pearl of precum formed at Jobie’s slit, and his cock gave another visible twitch.

     Jobie hummed involuntarily, his hips giving a sudden harsh buck into the ring. Fuck that felt good. The feeling of a fast pump like that was immediately addictive.

     Rewarding himself, Jobie immediately began a consistent shameless pace, humping into the warm ring to happily help himself.

     “Damn man-” Rory chuckled.

     Jobie let out a strained moan, a new sound. His raspy voice felt nice coming out like that, scratchy in his throat. The short lived moans became more frequent as the rest of Rory’s fingers wrapped around his velvety hot cock, squeezing to make a tight cavern. With each thrust, Jobie’s aching red tip would peek out from the hole, glossed with smeared precum.

     Closer- closer-

     The shock of wet heat made Jobie whimper. Slimy, wet heat slid down on his cock. A warm mouth.

     His head went back, the moans got louder, and as Jobie’s thighs began to shake, cold air intruded on his near orgasm. The mouth was gone. His rod burned with pleasure, letting out another thick pearl of precum.

     “What!” Jobie yelped, lifting his head to see what the disruption was.

     Rory immediately let out a cackle to Jobie’s exclamation, but his head was turned to the kitchen. The shuffle of plastic bags brought Jobie’s gaze to the kitchen as well.

     A broad figure loomed in the kitchen. Gene’s large hand placed three bags of groceries down on the table, the glow of a cigarette lighting his face as he took a breath in. His eyes occasionally went from the bags he was emptying to the two boys.

     “You're interrupting.” Jobie muttered coldly.

     “Hey you’re interrupting.” Rory said.

     “Oh yea?” Gene replied, smirking to himself.

     Jobie glared from the beanbag, adjusting himself a bit.

     Despite Gene’s presence in the kitchen Rory’s head lowered again, and Jobie felt his heart jump in excitement.

     “Fuck-!” He moaned happily as Rory’s hot mouth swallowed him again.

     Slicked lips soon found his base, and as Rory raised his head back to the tip Jobie shivered. Pressure built as Rory made his way up, his cheeks caving in. A skilful tongue flicked against Jobie’s head. Jobie’s hips bucked again.

     “No- go fast. Go fast.” He whined with hot breath.

     But before Rory could adjust, Jobie was thrusting again.

     Wet sloppy sounds drifted from the living room as Jobie experienced pure ecstasy for the first time in his life. A hot mouth sucking his cock.

     Rory obediently held his head still for the shorter male, making Jobie feel as though he was fucking into someone’s hot slicked hole. Rory’s. Ace’s. Gene’s.

     “Fuck- ah! Ah-” He huffed with each thrust.

     The heat, the slimy and squishy texture, and the brush of Rory’s tongue was enough to make Jobie whine and whimper. But it was the sucking that tortured him. The sucking with each pull, all of that pressure building at his tip right before his cock would delve back into Rory’s mouth. Harsh and relentless, balls hitting against Rory’s chin with each buck.

     What felt like minutes to Jobie had only been forty seconds of constant quick thrusting before he began to shiver again. His thighs shook as his humping got far more frantic and far less rhythmic. Rory purposefully bobbed along with him, even as Jobie suddenly stilled. The built up knot popped, and a hot spurt of cum shot into Rory’s mouth.

     Jobie fell silent, his head falling back against the beanbag as pure pleasure ached in his whole body. Never had he throbbed this hard while climaxing, and Rory was still milking him while came. Occasionally, his hips would give a pathetic little twitch.

     Finally, poor Jobie let out a breath and his stiff muscles began to loosen. He sunk into the beanbag, panting heavily with a red face.

     “Heh, was that good?” Rory asked with a foolish grin, having already swallowed.

     Jobie did not reply, but yes. That was good.

     The couch frame creaked as Gene sat down on it near the two boys, holding a bowl of cereal. He reached into his leather coat as the cereal crushed between his teeth, pulling out one of his books.