The Price of an Orgy

The car was dark and stuffy, steam fogging up the windows as the heat radiated off of the two muscle hunks seated next to each other in the back seat. Joel Selwood was on the right hand side, staring out the window absent-mindedly, trying desperately not to fall asleep. He certainly wasn't paying any attention to Nat Fyfe, who had his hand down Joel's pants and was stroking his long, thick shaft with fervour. Nat looked up at the older man, face searching for any kind of sign that Joel was enjoying what he was receiving, but he knew better than that. He knew Joel would act almost bored by Nat's come-ons, wanted him to feel humiliated and degraded and just that much more desperate to please Joel and finally get that reaction. And he would, in the form of a stifled moan as he released in Nat's hand or his mouth. But tonight was different. Nat was stroking with a fierce intensity, so much so he thought he'd even be causing the older man some slight pain. He was even running the sharp tip of his fingernail over Joel's piss slit, which was oozing pre-come, the typical give away that he was enjoying it more than he let on. But Joel wasn't giving anything away. He wasn't biting his lip to stop an embarrassing moan from coming out, he wasn't clenching his toes on the floor or subconsciously thrusting his hips in eagerness. It was like his mind was elsewhere.

"Oi, what's up your arse?" Nat said, nudging Joel in the ribs with his free elbow, but continuing his jerking rhythm on Joel's cock. Nat meant it as a figure of speech, but just muttering those words sparked something inside of Nat, something he'd never really pondered before: Joel's arse. He'd seen it briefly when he was bending over to get changed, or moving into the shower. Seen the light scattering of pale hairs covering each perfectly-sculpted cheek, seen the darker furrow between his cheeks leading down to what Nat could only imagine was an almost-virginal hole. It was like a rare treasure that Nat had never had, but now felt totally compelled to try. 'Save that for later,' Nat thought, as his mind jumped back to his current predicament of trying to arouse his distracted and moody lover.
"Nothing, it's nothing" Joel mumbled, closing his legs as if to turn Nat away before instinctively opening them, inviting him back in between them. At Joel's stubbornness, Nat got a little frustrated, and took his hand away from Joel's cock. He looked down at it, seeing it bob slowly in it's semi-erect state. 'Fuck', Nat thought to himself, 'he can't even get fully hard, what is wrong with him tonight?' But Nat was never one to give up. He was going to crack this alpha male, even if it took him all night. He raised the hand that was previously fisting Joel's dick, and spat on it, before lowering it back down to Joel's crotch and lingering it over his cock without making direct contact. Joel heard the spitting sound and was preparing for his handjob to continue, even if there was obvious tension in the back seat. But at Nat's teasing, Joel got even more impatient and bothered, fidgeting in his seat.
"Is this what you want?" Nat said as he teased his lubricated palm around Joel's cock again, earning a sharp gasp from the man beside him. All Joel could do was nod before returning to his moody gaze out the window in faux disinterest.

"No it's not," Nat said pointedly, breaking the awkward silence and surprising Joel into looking him directly in the eye. He'd never seen Nat this bold and this forward before, and it intrigued him to say the least.

"What – what," Joel stuttered in confusion, still not really knowing how to handle Nat now that he was the one who seemed to be the most confident out of the two, a total role reversal for the lovers.

"You don't want a handy on the ride home from AFLX. Bull. Shit." Nat said assertively, almost with a trace of venom in his tone as he was determined to intimidate the intimdator into letting his wall down. "You've been moody as shit all night, and you're not getting this arse til you tell me what's on your mind." Nat pronounced each word in time with a sharp roll of his wrist around Joel's cock, giving him double the pleasure of feeling his cock being stimulated while his skin crawled at Nat's sudden bossy streak. But Joel also knew he was beat, he couldn't just sulk all night. He would eventually get horny, want to fuck, and then be let down when Nat rejects him. And there was no way he was going to sleep until he had breeded Nat's hole like business as usual. So with a slump in his chair of defeat to his younger lover, who was smirking in triumph before Joel had even opened his mouth, Joel spoke up.