Date: Mon, 16 Nov 2020 00:48:41 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 10

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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 10

John was anxiously looking forward to this, but also a bit worried. It had
been a long time since things went this way for him.

When he saw Andrew silhouetted as he stood at the edge of the alcove
earlier looking over the treetops, he was again struck by how unassumingly
sexy he was. He couldn't help but come up behind him and pull Andrew to
himself. Just the closeness was super arousing, and as soon as he
discovered Andrew was hard too, he went right to work undressing him.

He knew Andrew tended to be a little uptight, so he used every opportunity
to try to gently stretch his boundaries. He should be showing that body
off, not hiding it in shadows and baggy clothes. Once he had Andrew bare,
he continued to stroke his body in what he hoped was a reassuring and
comfortable manner. He always enjoyed spending the time to savor every
sensation and moment.

It apparently worked better than he thought, because Andrew quickly turned
the tables on him and stripped him down in return. John was far from
reluctant to move on to sex, but he was just starting to get used to how
quick Andrew was to shift gears.

John was still adapting to that change when Andrew surprised him again by
playing with his ass. John was proud of it, and it was definitely nice to
have someone appreciate all the work he had put in at the gym. And if that
someone was Andrew, he was more than happy to let him explore it to his
heart's content.

He knew from experience that kneeling on the rocks in that alcove was a bad
idea: he had practically crippled himself for a week the last time he did
that. He wracked his brain trying to think of a better solution. The
hammocks certainly weren't. But what else was nearby? The stairs? NoÉ

Then it came to him: The Jeep would do just fine.

"Come with me," he had said.

After he had bent himself over the hood, he realized just how vulnerable he
had made himself. It's all good, he told himself. Andrew wouldn't hurt a
fly. And no one loved a good rimming more than John if Andrew felt so
inclined!

He could feel Andrew's hot breath in his crack and he couldn't help but get
excited. He didn't even realize he was moaning. But then Andrew had paused,
making John wonder.

'Did I push him too hard?' John thought to himself. 'I can feel him
breathing on me, but he's not doing anything. Please don't tell me I am
dirty down there! I don't think I could handle that!' But then Andrew pried
his buns open more and blew a hot blast of air at his hole.

John almost yelped in surprise. This was not what he was expecting at all,
but Andrew continued to tease him like this over and over. Each time was a
little jolt to his system, not because they were unexpected, but rather
because he knew they were going to come and just didn't know when.

John realized that for all of Andrew's reserved demeanor, he apparently
relished puttingÑand keepingÑsomeone on the edge of their seat. As
Andrew continued, John was ramping up his excitement and really starting to
crave the rimming that just had to be coming his way.

"Please, Andrew," he finally begged. "Please..."

It was like an electric shock when Andrew's tongue finally made contact
with his most private spot. All the anticipation culminating into a single
split second. Followed abruptly with another blast of breath that cooled
his hot hole. This was just unreal. He thought of himself as pretty
experienced, but no one had done this before.

Then suddenly he could feel Andrew's tongue gloriously invading his space.

'YES,' he thought to himself. 'Finally!'

Andrew proceeded to give him a five-star rimming. Licking, poking, and
slurping John in just the right ways. Andrew had reduced John to a moaning
mess before he suddenly started. . ."munching" was the only word John could
think of for what Andrew was doing now. Part French kissing and part
nipping bites, it was definitely a new sensation that John just could not
get enough of.

Andrew noticed.

"Why, John! It seems you might like this!"

"Fuck yes, Andrew!" John said breathlessly. And then shocked himself when
he heard himself add "God, I need you in me so badly!"

'Um, what did I just say?' John asked himself. 'That's something bottom
guys say, not me. I can't have just said that! I haven't bottomed in years!
I can't really be wanting that, can I?'

"Oh yeah?"

In that moment, John realized he really did mean exactly that. This man was
special, and he would do anything for his happiness. He wanted to connect
to him in a special way, and there is nothing more intimate than having
someone inside you. He pushed his fears aside.

"Yes I doÑdesperately!"

"How desperately would you say?" Andrew teased.

"More than anything! Please!" John pleaded.

Andrew slid a long slick finger into John's opening.

"Like this?"

"Oh damn! Yes! But more!"

Andrew teased his hole with the finger for a little bit before a second
finger slid in beside the first.

John felt those invaders inside him, stretching him and loosening up
long-disused parts of his body.

"Ohhhhhhhh..." moaned John.

Once those two fingers had eventually loosened things up a bit more, Andrew
took a third finger and joined it with the other two.

"Oh yes, Andrew! Oh wow!"

John could hardly believe how good it felt. He actually enjoyed feeling
Andrew slide his three fingers in and out as he tried to get John to loosen
up some more, which was no mean feat.

Once Andrew was apparently satisfied, John felt him pull two of his fingers
out, leaving just the long one inside. John waited for the last one to exit
so he could finally take Andrew's cock instead. He was nervous, no doubt,
but he was confident that AndrewÑ

Just then, Andrew found John's prostate with the tip of his finger and
John's entire body tensed up as he gave it a good massage.

'Oh man! This boy has some skills!' John thought to himself amid the waves
of feelings cascading from within him.

"How you doing there, champ?"

John just moaned in response.

"I hope that means good, because there's no stopping now!"

John moaned again.

Andrew slowly withdrew his finger. John tried to catch his breath, but his
heart was still pounding.

He could feel the Jeep beneath him jostle a little as Andrew stepped up
onto the bumper, putting his feet just to the inside of John's. Andrew's
slick cock began sliding between John's firm ass cheeks. This was really
going to happen, he realized, and it was too late for second thoughts now.

"Are you ready for this, boy?" Andrew asked. "Because it's ready for you!"

He meant to say `I trust you, but please be careful with me; I haven't done
this in a while. Please take it slow', but what actually came out was:

"Please... Please..."

John felt the tip of Andrew's cock pressed against his last point of
resistance. Then it began to move forward. Slowly, insistently, inexorably.

John sucked in a breath and willed himself to relax as much as he could for
the inevitable.

He could feel the pressure at his hole build and build while he waited for
the initial pain of entry to hit him until he realized that building
pressure wasn't just at the opening. It was inside him. Andrew had slid in
already and there was no pain at all.

Maybe it was Andrew's sleek arrow-shaped head, or the way he loosened John
up, or maybe despite all odds, John had managed to relax (not likely, from
his recollection of past experiences), or some combination, but this was
nothing but wonderful.

He could feel Andrew push more and more of himself inside his gripping
channel, stretching it to capacity with his thick pole.

Andrew had pushed his cock in as far as it would go, and then stopped
buried to the hilt in John's ass. He wormed an arm under John's waist and
placed his other hand on his shoulder. John sensed what he wanted, and
pushed himself upright until they were both standing on the Jeep with both
of them twisting enough for a properly serious kiss.

They stayed in that position for some time spooned front to back with
Andrew's dick wedged deep inside John's furry ass while they explored each
other's mouths with their tongues.

John finally backed off a little bit and met Andrew's eyes.

"Ok, loverboy. I need you to fuck me now."

"Are you sure?" Andrew said, "I realized I just barged in without even
asking, and I could tell you were super tight, and IÑ"

"Oh my God, Andrew! You are already inside me and does it look like I'm not
enjoying it?"

He gestured down his front.

Andrew looked down and saw John's cock bigger and redder than he had ever
seen it. The head was practically purple and pulsing.

"Well, if you're sureÑ" began Andrew.

John reached down to grab the tie down hooks on the hood and shoved his ass
back onto Andrew's cock as hard as he could. Andrew would have fallen off
the Jeep if he hadn't grabbed John's waist in time.

"FUCK ME ALREADY!" growled John.

"Okay!" exclaimed Andrew.

And he did.

Andrew lit into John's ass with an abandon John hadn't yet witnessed, his
first thrust matching the intensity of John's shove a moment before, and it
just built up from there.

John grunted with every drive as the force of Andrew's pounding threatened
to shove him right through the hood of the Jeep.

Andrew's big pole shoved its way inside John with unwavering
persistence. No hesitance in the slightest nowÑonly startlingly blunt
force. John could feel his insides continue to try adjust to the intruder
as it came back again and again.

"Fuck, Andrew!" John exclaimed. "Yes!"

He knew he would be feeling this tomorrow. Probably for days, actually, but
it was so hot to feel the power of Andrew's passion he didn't care in the
slightest. In fact, it made it that much hotter. Andrew slammed into him
again and again, working up a sweat that started dripping onto John's back.

Unlike most of the "speedy drilling" tops John knew, Andrew showed no signs
of slowing, let alone stopping. It was like he was an Energizer sex bunny:
he kept going and going. His stamina was incredible to witness. He's
putting me to shame, John thought.

John's hard dick was swinging and spewing precum as Andrew continued to
drill him with gusto.

John was starting to wonder if he had been right to egg Andrew on. His ass
was definitely feeling it now, that's for sure. He was starting to wonder
if he would be able to hold out long enough before he couldn't take
anymore. It was a trial by fire, because that's what his ass felt like now.

But he could hear Andrew's breathing reaching that peak speed and knew it
wouldn't be long before he would be finished.

Sure enough, a few strokes later, Andrew shoved himself so deep inside that
John could have sworn he felt Andrew's balls inside his ass. He felt that
spear within him surge in size and get impossibly harder. John's ass was
stretched so tight that he felt the shots of cum pulse through Andrew's
dick as he shot volley after volley of his seed deep into John.

Those pulses along Andrew's cock were so strong they were like another
prostate massage, and as Andrew grunted with each deposit, John erupted
too, shooting his spunk all over the hood of the Jeep.

That was the second time in a row that he shot his load without even
touching himself.

'This kid,' he chuckled to himself, 'may be the death of me yet.'

Completely spent, Andrew collapsed over John's back.

"You okay there, Champ?"

"Better than fine," Andrew replied. "I just need to catch my breath."

Andrew's cock was still hard and wedged deep inside John, though it had
lost a little of that extra peak girth.

"You are still hard."

"Well yeah: you're here."

"Flattery will get you everywhere."

"I don't want to be anywhere but here right now."

"Me neither."

"Wow, John," said Andrew. "Just wow. Thank you for this."

"It was my pleasure, man. I'm glad you enjoyed it."

They spent the next few minutes catching their breath. John knew Andrew had
dozed off when his breathing had slowed to a regular pace and his cock
finally deflated enough to slip out.

John would have to move before too long, but it wasn't entirely
uncomfortable. He enjoyed the feeling of his new boyfriend draped over him
like a blanket. Now that Andrew's cock was out, he definitely felt raw, but
he realized he loved it. Andrew had finally let himself go and he certainly
seemed to enjoy it, so that made John supremely happy. A little soreness
was a very small price to pay to help Andrew open up and get more
comfortable with himself.

He thought about that for a bit.

'Andrew isn't just a new "project" I'm adopting, is he? He is amazing and
sexy and the sweetest guy I think I've ever met. I don't want to get all
caught up and misrepresent myself. How would that go over to be three
months into a relationship only to realize that my infatuation with a hot
guy with endearing issues was nothing more than that? Do I really love him?

'Can I even answer that entirely now though? Probably not. Do I want him to
be happy? Absolutely. Do I want to bring him out of his shell? Sure! I see
so much potential in him. What if he doesn't want to change? Would I be
okay with him forever if he stays exactly the way he is? Well, yes... If
this is all he wants to be, then he can be this, but I still want to help
him be the best "this" that he can be. But can I do that and not turn into
a nagging jerk? Truthfully, I would be a little disappointed, but he is
already amazing, so I think I could make peace with that.

'That is probably the key: can I decide to live with who he is each and
every day regardless of how that may change? I can honestly give a
resounding `yes!' to that. That makes me feel better. And really what is
love but a constant string of decisions to give the other person the best
life they can possibly have? Not to discount attraction or anything, but
who knows how long that may stay or go? If that were all there was, Grindr
would wither and die from all the resulting relationships and marriages. As
if that would ever happen, hahaha.

'So where does that leave us? He's more than a project because I'd want to
be there for him whether or not he ever changes. Is it love? I think it
might be. Right now, I would be fine if I never met another living soul. So
yes, I do love him. But before we fly off the deep end, we will have to see
if we are as compatible as we seem.

'I like him from the inside out. I know he was all embarrassed when he
started crying last weekend, but I'm so glad I could be there for him when
he did. It's like that poor guy has never had anyone show him kindness
before. It breaks my heart to see that. He's amazing; why hasn't anyone
ever shown him that before? He doesn't even see it, and that's the very
worst part

'John's attention was stolen when he suddenly realized the forest sounds
were off. Birds were still chirping, insects were still buzzing, leaves
were still rustling, branches were still clicking together in the wind. The
sounds were all there, but something was odd that he couldn't quite put a
finger on.

He listened closer. The birds were indeed chirping, but they seemed
slightly quiet, as if they were farther away. The insect buzz? Constant, of
course: no change there, so the weather hadn't suddenly changed. The
rustling of the leaves was pretty normal too. It wasn't autumn yet, so they
were still clinging to the trees and were not as crackly as they would be
later. And the branches' clicking were in sync with the breeze, so that
wasÑwait! There it was: the clicking continued in the still spots
between breezes.

That could only mean one thing.

Without disturbing Andrew, he carefully and ever so casually looked around
the edge of the clearing to his left where his face happened to be
pointed. He started scanning from the top of his field of vision working
his way down until he was looking toward the front of the Jeep almost
directly behind him. He couldn't make anything out.

He closed his eyes, stretched just slightly, and adjusted his position so
he was facing the opposite direction, trying to do so as if he was asleep.

The clicking stopped.

After he felt like he had positioned himself for the best vantage point, he
consciously relaxed his muscles and regulated his breathing to pretend he
was sinking into deep sleep again. There was no way to slow his
fight-or-flight heart rate, so he just had to hope it wasn't visibly
noticeable. Andrew never stirred.

He heard the clicking resume after a few minutes.

He was very conscious that Andrew's cock was leaking the last of its load
down his leg as he lay on top of John and his own load had dowsed the hood
of the Jeep pretty thoroughly. It would actually be a pretty hot scene, he
realizedÑand with an internal wrenching, promptly changed his train of
thought. No sense getting all hard again and betraying himself as
awakeÑsomeone was watching!

Of course, that only made him hard that much faster. Damn it!

He opened his eyes as little as possible, trying to peer through his lashes
as he scanned the other side of the Jeep.

Starting at the top of his field of vision as he had before, he slowly
brought his gaze down toward the front of the Jeep.

Was that something? No, it was just a squirrel frozen on a branch. He
followed the direction of its attentive stare even further down toward the
cluster of bushes directly behind him that partially screened the clearing
from the stairs.

He noticed a glint of silver and peered at that spot intently. It was
exactly what he suspected: a camera. Not just a run-of-the-mill cell phone,
but a genuine, honest-to-God camera. It was obviously a high end one with a
muted shutter of some kind.

He was staring so hard that he didn't notice his eyes had fully opened
until the camera suddenly dropped and he was looking directly into a pair
of clear green eyes staring right back at him.

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