a quickie on the drive home (Gene and Jobie-NSFW Short story)

     The low rumbling in Gene’s panting gave away his silent pleasure that Jobie seemed to milk out of him, the large male rocking back and forth against the side of the car. His chest would vibrate with the growls that escaped with each deep exhale, sounding much like a large beast. Despite the lack of comfort in being on the outside of the car, the night was dark and the dirt road was an empty one. The only source of light that reached across the graveled path was from the car’s headlights. The radio within still played Neil Diamond, though it was muffled by Jobie's persistent moaning and the gentle hit of skin on skin. Hip to ass.

     Despite the chill of the air which once stung Gene's skin, he now had grown warm and slightly damp with sweat, steam-like mist swirling from his mouth with each breath.

     Gene was not a man of risky sex. He never had been, never really thought of it. But Jobie's hands began to wander in the car, and Gene began to reminisce about that specific spot that Jobie managed to hit so well. Perhaps his smaller size is what allowed him to perform so accurately, but Gene wasn't one to ponder such things.

     He stood leaned against the car, legs as spread as they could go with his jeans wrapped around his ankles, and his back arched. He was unknowingly showing off the dip of his waist to poor Jobie, who had his eyes open, fully scanning Gene’s body. What a delight to be dominating such a big man…

     Jobie kept his hands gripped into Gene’s hips, enjoying the way that Gene would subtly rock back and forth with each thrust. The boy was far smaller, far thinner compared to Gene in size, but far more ambitious. Side by side, Gene’s legs were twice the width of Jobie’s and covered in a heavier coat of hair. His were curlier and thicker, while Jobie’s were straight and sparse. Everynow and then, a drip of precum would drop onto the ground between them, having slid down from Gene’s cock.

     Jobie’s hips moved desperately, rutting back and forth against Gene while trying to stay as deep as he could. He couldn't help how often he would twitch or stutter in his rhythm, his cock being incredibly sensitive to Gene’s warm grip. It always felt like he was practically getting pulled in by him, silently asking for more.

     Though Jobie’s balls hit against Gene with each rough hump, the fapping was from his hips cupping Gene’s ass over and over again, making them a bit blushed from the hits.

     Gene let out soft little groans on occasion, though kept his rumbled growls under his breath. He could see his own cock bouncing back and forth between his legs lazily, a thin string of precum dripping down to the gravel.

      Gene stayed in his position, slightly bent at the knees for Jobie’s convenience. Unlike Ace, Gene did not attempt to push back against Jobie or move with him to gain a bit more friction. Rather, Gene stubbornly stayed and allowed the smaller male to rut at him like he was a toy.

     “Fuck-” He suddenly groaned shortly, feeling that familiar sting of pleasure. Jobie found it, that tender little cherry in there.

     Gene’s legs began to shake subtly as that sensitive spot inside of him that he loved getting teased began to throb and ache. Another thick glob of precum slipped from his pulsing cock, almost as though Jobie was milking it out of him.

     The way Jobie’s tender tip hooked and yanked on his cherry made Gene shiver, the poor spot practically getting flicked back and forth. It made the spot ache desperately, practically burning with how heavy the throbbing felt.

     There was no soothing or slow strokes for Gene, only a constant harsh hit against his prostate. Jobie was forcing it out of him, pressing Gene’s orgasm to come closer than it usually would. Though, that was certainly a good thing since Jobie couldn't hold his own burst for more than thirty seconds.

     “Fuck- ah! ah-” Jobie moaned and panted happily from behind Gene. his pattern starting to become far less consistent as his nails dug into Gene’s skin.

     Gene pressed his head against the cold metal of the car, letting out another groan as he felt himself beginning to just barely tip over the edge. If only Jobie could last for a half minute longer-

     but alas, he felt Jobies hips press against him. They were shivering and shuttering, his warm sack straining against Gene as it filled him.

     Gene allowed his body to melt as the familiar heat of Jobie’s cum began to fill him in spurts. It sat comfortably in him, keeping him slicked for the next time Jobie would be up and at it again.

     His own high had just barely been about to tip, poor Gene now crashing hard. His thick cock gave a lazy twitch, bobbing slowly as though asking why they had stopped. But despite his desire to continue, he reached back, placing his rough hand on Jobie’s hip to give him two pats.

     ‘good job’, he was saying.

     Jobie only responded by leaning forward best he could, practically falling over onto Gene before nibbling on his neck. His shoes came up off of the ground, his sweaty stomach pressing against Gene’s far sweatier back. Gene’s back felt cold against his stomach,  the night air having chilled it.

     Gene couldn't help the smile that teased at the corner of his lips, leaning his head to the side to encourage his lover. Jobie’s dull teeth felt wonderful against his tender skin, pressing and tugging just lightly on it. It was Jobie’s way of saying thank you.

     After a moment of crickets chirping and the staggered panting from two men, Jobies shoes pressed against the gravel once more, his now soft cock slipping out of Gene with a wet sloppy pop. A string of cum still connected them, though broke off as Jobie slipped up his boxers and trousers, hopping on one leg as he made his way around the car again while also trying to do his belt.

     Gene watched him, his tired eyes going down to jobie’s pants, of which he had stolen from Rory. They were the striped orange ones that didn't match a thing that Jobie was wearing. They went past his ankles, causing him to trip throughout the day. However, Jobie was far too stubborn to get a new pair.

     Gene loved that damn boy.

     Though Gene was still throbbing and twitching, He was fully aware that within ten minutes, the two would be on the counter going at it again. Only with the inclusion of Rory’s mouth on his cock and Ace’s far longer length within him rather than Jobie’s. To which boy Jobie chose to get with that night would be up to him, but getting proper relief was the least of Gene’s concern when loving with three lads.

     The car swayed as Gene sat down and closed the door, giving Jobie’s thigh a pat.

      “All empty?” He asked casually, lighting himself a cigarette.

     “no…” Jobie muttered, giving Gene a side eye.

     “mm… good.”