Again he thanked the hour for his limited privacy.
He stepped into the smallish stall and swept the cheap white vinyl sheet closed. Water flowed over his head and down his body. He slicked his hair back and soaked in the drumming warmth.
He picked up the soap and ran the white bar between his hands, rubbing under each arm, across the dark hairs on his chest, and finally down his tight stomach. His cock strained for attention.
He let his hands drift toward his groin and soaped the area. He grabbed his dick and stroked. The warm spray washed the soap away, and he leaned back against the white plastic wall.
He’d barely closed his eyes when Ed appeared in his thoughts: a vivid image of them lying in the back of the truck as they kissed. Several times they’d moved enough to rub each other through the fabric of their jeans. Jack had fought the urge to unzip Ed’s jeans, but in his fantasy, he withdrew Ed’s cock.
Pulling his foreskin back and forth, Jack thought about Ed’s naked body against his, imagined pressing kisses down Ed’s stomach. He only made it to the patch of hair surrounding Ed’s hard dick when his own twitched and he came hard—two, three shots hitting the adjacent wall.
If he’d been on his back, it would have been an epic display. At least two or three shots would have hit the wall behind him. Too bad it ended up against the wall barely a foot in front of him.
He dropped his hand, his breath hitching.
Damn, he really needed to see Ed again, and soon.
Ed directed Jack off a side road that dead-ended at a small parking lot.
Jack lifted an eyebrow. “This looks….”
“Like a scene from a cheap horror flick?”
“I was going to go with secluded, but yeah. Do many people come here?”
“Don’t know.” Ed unbuckled his belt. “I’ve come here to hike, and when I get back late, it’s always deserted, so I thought we could come see if anyone else was here.”
Jack released his seat belt and reached for Ed. They hadn’t managed to align their schedules for a week, and texting every morning and night only partially made up for it. Their lips met in a frenzied need to reacquaint, mouths parting, teeth bumping, tongues tying together. Deep kisses that made his veins and dick throb.
“Why do you have to be an amazing brother?” Jack said between kisses along Ed’s jaw. “Taking your sister out and helping her with her school projects? Volunteering to help your pregnant neighbor go shopping?” Jack pulled back an inch, a grin quirking his cheek. “Was your decency worth missing this?”
“Nope. Becky can do her homework alone from now. Mrs. Penn can go into early labor.” Jack laughed as their lips collided again. They tried to twist into a better position. Ed’s knee slammed into the parking brake. Jack banged his elbow against the center console.
“Hang on.” Jack reached under his seat and pulled up the lever. The bucket moved up a few inches, and he motioned for Ed to move back. “Let me try something.”
Crawling onto the center console, Jack squeezed between the two high-backed seats.
“What are you doing?” Ed had to lean against the door to avoid getting kicked.
“Give me a second.” He pulled himself into the back seat, which had very little room, and turned to face the front. “Lean over and pull up the handle while I push.”
“What?” Ed looked confused, and Jack pointed to the lever he’d used to inch the seat up.
“Work with me here; this will be better.” He put his hand on the back of the chair and leaned in to help Ed find the metal bar. When the tension on the bucket relaxed, Jack pushed it all the way forward. “Now, climb back.”
“What are you doing?” Ed didn’t let his question stop him from heaving himself over the console and into the back. He sat behind the driver’s seat and looked at Jack. “How are you going to get my seat forward?”
“Watch.” He reached around the side, found the black metal handle, and pulled up. The back leaned toward the windshield and the whole seat shot forward. With an extra push, Jack created even more room in the back. “Before you ask, I’ve never had an occasion to use my Jeep this way, but I’ve had to get back here and vacuum the carpet.”
With the front seats pushed up and its high roof, the back of the Jeep had plenty of room. Jack put one knee on the cushion, one foot on the floor, and stood up. Even in the dim light it was impossible to miss Ed’s amused smile.
“You could have told me.” Ed imitated Jack. Fully extended, his frame didn’t reach the soft top. “This is better.”
Jack put his hands around Ed’s waist and pulled them closer. “I’ve got tinted windows, and back here there’s no chance we’ll hit the horn.”
“Got this all figured out, don’t—”
Jack kissed him and Ed responded, pushing their bodies closer. Jolts rocked Jack’s body, his groin so damn hard. It strained against his jeans as Ed ground his body and equally hard cock against him.
Applying gentle pressure, Jack leaned Ed back onto the bench seat. He straddled Ed, pinching his thighs together as he kissed Ed’s neck. Ed wiggled and moaned beneath him. Jack tongued his ear and Ed bucked. Jack smiled to himself and darted his tongue out once more, relishing the way their cocks surged together when Ed thrust up again.
“Sensitive much?”
“It’s one of my buttons.”
Filing that bit of information away, Jack slowly tugged Ed’s shirt out of his pants. Once he’d created an opening, he slithered his fingers under the fabric to touch the skin beneath. That evoked another round of squirming under him, and Jack sucked in a hiss of pleasure.
Jack jammed a hand between their hard-ons, cupping Ed through his soft jeans, tracing the length of him down his thigh. Impressive. Jack couldn’t wait to get a proper introduction.
He thumbed the outline of Ed’s crown as he sucked Ed into another kiss. Ed let out a sharp cry of surprise, and Jack felt the throb under his fingers.
Fuck that was hot.
“Christ, Jack. I couldn’t hold back.”
Jack smirked as he kissed Ed again before grabbing some napkins from the center console.
“Your touch drives me crazy,” Ed said, cleaning himself up. “I could make out with you all day.”
“Might need to eat eventually.” Jack’s hard-on ached, and Ed caught him staring at his lips.
Ed tossed his used tissues to the floor and yanked Jack’s thigh, urging him to lie on the back seat. “Let me help you with that.”
“I meant real food, but….” Jack peeled open his fly and groaned when Ed shifted his hands away and hooked his fingers at the waistband. Cool fingertips pressed against his hips and ass, and then Ed lowered his face and nuzzled him through his cotton boxer-briefs.
“You’re determined to even the score and have me cream my pants, aren’t you?”
Ed laughed, the heat of his breath leaking through to his shaft. “It’s worth a shot.”
Jack’s cock twitched as Ed ran his nose up its length and teasingly lingered at his tip.
A pair of high beams moved slowly down the narrow road. Ed jerked back from Jack and slunk low in the seat. “Someone’s coming.”
And it wasn’t Jack.