Date: Thu, 14 Jan 2021 00:23:39 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 15

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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 15


"Relax," John said. "Do you trust me?"

"YesÉ" Andrew replied slowly as he tried to make sure he did. Of course
he did, but what was John doing now? Andrew was suddenly much more aware of
his surroundings. He could feel the cuffs around his wrists, snugly tight
but not painful. He could feel the water from the sink starting to soak
through his shorts as he lay upon it. His upper body was under the faucet
neither of them had used earlier, so at least his sweatshirt wasn't getting
wet. Speaking of faucets, they were high like kitchen designs, so he was
easily able to lay under itÑand probably still could even if he weighed
half again more than he did. The slab itself seemed oddly warm now that he
thought about it, but that was probably because he expected it to be cold
like so many hard surfaces. It was most likely just room temperature and he
was still a little chilly from being outside after the sun had gone
down. It was odd to think he was literally laying in a sink, but it was
such a sleek and shallow design that it just felt like a concrete
slab. Probably because it actually was a concrete slab, he laughed to
himself. The only real heat that he felt emanated from John's body as he
stood over him.

"Good boy." John assured him as he leaned back down to make out with Andrew
again.

This time, there was a little more teasing involved as John would sometimes
pull back, making Andrew strain upwards to keep from breaking the
kiss. Andrew used his tongue even more than usual to make up for his lack
of control.

John's right hand rubbed his stomach and chest under his shirt until Andrew
could feel him working both his t-shirt and his hoodie upwards, exposing
more and more of his midriff. When John had finally pulled it up as far as
his neck, he broke their lip lock. He pulled the hem up like he was peeling
a grape, and when he had pulled it up enough to cover Andrew's face with
it, he left it there and started kissing Andrew's chest.

With his hands secured above his head and now unable to see, the feelings
John produced on his body were coming through loud and clear. Every touch,
breath, and swipe of the tongue was amplified as John worked his way slowly
down. He was clearly in no rush and enjoying every long minute of Andrew's
expectant tension.

John continued working down, spending a little extra time on Andrew's
somewhat ticklish belly button, and happily making him squirm. He finally
resumed his downward progress, licking and sucking little spots of Andrew's
lower abdomen. He continued to work as he ran into the shorts,
intermittently running his tongue and fingers under the waistband.

Andrew was hard as a rock through all this, of course, so he knew what was
going to happen next. John's breath backed away from his stomach and Andrew
readied himself to lift his hips so John could more easily pull his shorts
down after he opened the button and zipper. 'Come on, John,' he silently
begged, 'hurry it up before I explode!'

But it wasn't fingers on his button that he felt next as his ankles were
suddenly clipped together with another set of the cuffs and he heard/felt
John fumble with something under the slab on which Andrew lay. A moment
later, he heard the same clicking noise he had heard earlier as John
clipped the ankle cuffs strap to the wall just as he had done with Andrew's
wrists.

Now he was stretched out full length and could do nothing. With his shirt
over his face, he couldn't even see to know if he wanted to. The anxiety
was building inside him as he lay there and nothing happened for a few
minutes. They seemed to stretch on forever and still nothing happened. He
tried to be patient, but he could feel his breaths getting shallower and
quicker. How long was John going to keep him here like this? He was on the
verge of a panic attack before he finally felt John grab the front of his
shorts.

John unhooked the button, slowly slid down the zipper, and then Andrew felt
John's hands on either side of his waist as he grabbed the waistband and
excruciatingly slowly pulled his shorts down, downÑwhat was taking him
so long?Ñdown, down until they were bunched up around the cuffs by his
feet.

It seemed like several more minutes of suspended torture before Andrew
finally felt John's warm breath on his rigid pole. Just his breath, blowing
hot and moist over his shaft as he breathed. 'What is he doing down there?'
Andrew whimpered on the inside. 'Get on with it already!'

He suddenly twitched involuntarily as the very tip of John's tongue finally
made contact with his flesh at the exact spot where the bottom of his shaft
met his ball sac. Ever so slowly, the sloppy tongue traced the underside of
Andrew's dick from the bottom to the top, where it lightly flicked at the
piss slit. Before it even registered to Andrew that he had broken contact,
John's tongue was back at the bottom working its way up again at the
snail's pace John was stuck in. Flick! For a third time, that luscious
tongue slid up his member and flicked off the top.

Andrew whimpered with frustration.

He was rewarded with a small peck of a kiss at the very tip of his
cockhead. His dick jerked so strongly at the tentative touch that it forced
its way into John's mouth. John obligingly clamped his lips around Andrew's
cockhead and went back to flicking his tongue over Andrew's piss slit. Over
and over, John licked and flicked the very tip of Andrew's prong, making
him squirm and try to thrust his hips to get more of his rod into that hot
wet space. But John had other ideas, and held him down with his forearms so
he couldn't buck his hips effectively.

"MmmmmmÉ" John hummed over his pole, sending vibrations running down the
shaft and directly into his balls. It didn't take long before Andrew was
right at the brink of shooting from that trick when John suddenly let his
straining cock free and moved back far enough that not even his breath
caressed Andrew's pole anymore. His hands caressed Andrew's stomach and
balls and even tugged just a little at the very base of his dick. He didn't
get any softer, but he felt the urgency to shoot rapidly die away. John
waited for maybe fifteen (very long) seconds before he lowered his mouth
again to engulf the turgid head of his lover's cock.

John picked up right where he had left off with his lips sealed around the
flange and his tongue caressing, flicking, and teasing the cockhead in his
mouth. The humming was held back at this point, but soon he introduced
something else: honest-to-god sucking. Andrew yelped in surprise at the
sensation.

He was no stranger to blow jobs, but he had never had anyone actually
really suck his dick before. Or if he had, it was certainly not like this!
John somehow managed to create a vacuum in his mouth that felt like he was
using Andrew's cock like a straw to pull the cum out of the lowest recesses
of his balls.

"Oh, Jesus!" Andrew cried out. "Shit!"

John was just about to succeed at pulling out that load, when he stopped
cold turkey. Again.

Andrew was reeling from this on-and-off manipulation. He was gasping for
breath at his urgent need to finish even while the boiling surge inside him
subsided again to a simmer.

This time, the wait wasn't near as long before John went back to work.

This time, he grasped Andrew's cock between his thumb and
forefinger. Starting at the bottom, he squeezed upwards until he reached
the ridge of the cockhead, then he loosened his grip and slid his hand back
down. He repeated this several times before he paused with his fingers at
the base.

Andrew could feel John's hot breath again moments before he licked and
sucked the very tip of his dick.

"You have the best tasting pre-cum ever," John proclaimed. "You have to try
it sometime! Not now, obviously, but sometime..."

He went back to jacking Andrew off, gradually picking up the pace and
adding fingers until he was seriously stroking the purple cock before him
with his entire fist. His grip was not loose, but it wasn't strangling
either: the perfect pressure to coax Andrew to shoot. Again, John seemed to
know just when Andrew was about to peak, because he suddenly let go
completely. Andrew was so hard that it didn't even fall back and hit him on
the stomach. It ached with need.

John gave it a moment, and then gripped the base with his thumb and
forefinger again before leaning down to kiss the cock that he had primed
for release. The kiss grew to swallow the head and his lips again sealed it
in its warmth around the flange. This time, however, he started sucking
again almost right away while his fingers resumed stroking the remaining
shaft from balls to head. Soon, those fingers moved down to Andrew's raging
balls, where they pulled and caressed the sac as his mouth slid ever lower
down Andrew's pole. His pace increased in response to Andrew's incoherent
moans and gasps until John was practically face fucking himself with
Andrew's cock. Then he started to hum again.

Andrew's covered eyes rolled back in his head as that finally triggered the
monster orgasm that had threatened several times earlier.

"Ahhhhh!" Andrew bellowed. "I'm coming!!!"

John dove to the base once more, humming all the while, before pulling off
Andrew's rod as if he was going to abort it yet again. His fist picked up
where his mouth had left off for a few more quick, long strokes while
Andrew's load made its way rapidly to its release. John opened his hand
flat and pressed down around the base of Andrew's cock just as the first
volley shot out.

Andrew was on a delirious high and couldn't think straight by now, as he
shot load after load after load from his spewing dick. He could feel the
hot splatters on his skin as they landed on him. This was his third load of
the day, but apparently he was still not completely out of nut juice. It
felt like he was completely covered, but surely he was imagining it due to
his deprived senses.

"Oh my god, JohnÉ" Andrew started, "That wasÑ"

He cut himself off with a gasp as John had once more sucked his cock into
his mouth. Still hard and super sensitive, Andrew gritted his teeth as John
slowly pulled back, taking care to lick Andrew's tool completely clean as
he went. That accomplished, John proceeded to lick all over Andrew's body
from his knees to his crotch and then from his chest downwards, circling
around the base itself, and finishing just above his pubes.

"Oh, John," Andrew began again as he was momentarily blinded again by the
bright light panels in the ceiling as John peeled his shirts down. "I've
neverÑ"

John's mouth was suddenly on his and Andrew gave up trying to talk for the
sake of a deep kiss, complete with all the tongue andÉcum? John was
sharing with him the load he had just shot moments before. He couldn't
decide if he liked the taste, but it was an extremely hot moment.

After several minutes, John stood up straight and gazed into his eyes. "So,
what were you saying?"

"I don't remember now. But damn that was hot!"

"Yes, you were. You have no idea now, but hopefully you will soon."

John reached above Andrew's head and unlatched the strap and took off the
cuffs that had kept his hands stretched out.

"Um, okay," Andrew replied as he brought his arms down. He discovered they
were a little stiff and uncooperative after being held in place through all
of that.

John also released the lower strap as well as the cuffs around his ankles,
and then whisked off Andrew's shorts, socks, and boots and dumped them in a
heap on the floor.

He gently swung Andrew up into a sitting position on the sink and gave him
another kiss before enfolding him in his arms and held him there.

"Thank you for letting me do that," John told him softly in his ear.

"You're thanking ME? Thank YOU! That was amazing!"

"I'm glad you enjoyed itÑboyfriend!"

"I really did," Andrew assured him. "I don't know how I'm going to repay
you for that."

"Don't worry about it. We both had a good time, and that's what matters."

"Yes, sir!"

John chuckled. "Good. Now let's get showers and head back to camp."

"Sounds good, boss," chuckled Andrew.

He leaned back a little bit so he could grab John's shirt and pull it off
over his head. He almost wanted to pull it up and leave it covering John's
face just he had done to Andrew, but decided to save that bit of "revenge"
for later. He was too tired right now to go down that road.

Having lost his shirt, John stepped back from the sink and over to one side
so Andrew could get off the counter.

Andrew promptly dropped to his knees and got to work untying John's
boots. John used the opportunity to casually grab his phone from the
counter. He made a couple sweeps on it and put it back before Andrew was
finished. Then, while he was being relieved of his shorts, he stole a
glance at the top corner of the mirror to make sure the red light was off
again.

Andrew stood up and peeled off his t-shirt and hoodie, tossed them onto the
pile of his other dirty clothes, and followed John to the shower area after
they retrieved their shampoo and other items.

Andrew couldn't take his eyes off John's ass, but for once his dick was too
spent to respond. No matter: it was as sexy as ever and Andrew would never
tire of gazing at it.

John turned on the water and adjusted the temperature as it warmed up. Once
he was satisfied, he gestured to Andrew.

"Don't be bashful," he said. "The water's fine!"

Andrew stepped closer to be right beside John, but the showerhead still
didn't spray wide enough to get him wet. As soon as he was there, though,
John flipped a lever and the spray vanished to be replaced a moment later
with soft rivulets of water flowing down from directly above. Had he
noticed earlier there was a huge rainfall showerhead in the ceiling? He
couldn't recall, but he was enjoying every minute of it now!

They both got to work soaping each other up and scrubbing backs, but
instead of a lusty affair like the last time at Andrew's house, this was
much more sensual, with each of them simply enjoying the other's body as
they washed each other clean.

Once they were finished, they donned their clean clothes and straightened
up the outhouse. They re-coiled the straps John had used and put them back
in their under-counter cubbyholes, made sure there was no trash around, and
swept the floor. Then they grabbed their things and headed outside.

Once they stepped out of the bright outhouse into the dark of night,
neither could see a thing, so they huddled together for a moment to let
their eyes adjust.

"I'm still amazed with this place," Andrew said, crooking his thumb over
his shoulder to point at the outhouse. "I know it's just a bathroom, but I
get the feeling there is still more to discover and will be for a long time
to come."

"Really? What makes you say that?"

"I don't know, just a feeling."

"Interesting!"

"Like the rainfall showerhead: I would have sworn I saw everything last
time, but I missed that. Not to mention those straps that you pulled out of
thin air!"

"I didn't pull them out of thin air!" John protested. "They were always
there. I just like for things to not be obvious and everything to be out."

"And those cuffs?"

"They were in my pockets!"

"Sure they were!"

"Are you calling me a liar now?"

"Hey, `if the shoe fitsÉ'"

"Well luckily for me, I'm telling the truth!" John declared. "Come on,
let's go."

They could only see vague outlines in the darkness, but made it to the
stairs without mishap. The glowing paint made the steps surprisingly simple
to negotiate.

Andrew picked up where he left off.

"You said you designed that outhouse, right?"

"Guilty as charged."

"So did you plan for that sink to be used that way?"

"You mean specifically?"

"Yes."

"Yes," John confirmed. "That is one of the things I designed it to do. Did
you notice that the counter was warm when you laid on it?"

"I thought so, but I wasn't sure."

"Well, it has radiant heat incorporated into it so it doesn't get too cold
for someone to lay on."

"I see," replied Andrew thoughtfully. "Are there other uses or features to
it as well?"

"Yes, there are, but before you ask, no: I won't tell you what they are."
Andrew didn't have to see his face to know that he was wearing another of
those mysterious smirks of his. "You will just have to come back and see."

"It's like you have your own secret world, Willy Wonka."

"Funny!" John chuckled. "Coop might appreciate some Oompa Loompa help
around here."

They reached the grassy strip and carefully descended down toward the
alcove.

"Okay, I won't lie; this is a little scary," Andrew confessed.

"You get used to it, but it is much better when there are people already
down there with a campfire going. I thought about leaving our dinner fire
going, but the last think I need is to accidentally set the woods on fire."

"Yeah, I recommend avoiding that if you can."

"Whatever you say, Boy Scout!"

Andrew groaned.

"Are you ready to turn in now, or do we want to fire up the coals again?"
John asked.

"Oh no! I am exhausted! And I don't know how well I'm going to sleep in a
hammock, either."

"You'll be fine," John assured him. "In fact, I'd like to keep very close
tabs on you tonight, if you're game."

'More puzzles? I'm too tired for this tonight,' Andrew thought. "What do
you mean?"

"Want to share a hammock? Mine works for two. I brought it just in case."

"I'd love that as long as you are ready to get some sleep now."

"Yeah, I'm good with that."

"Well okay then! Do I need my sleeping bag?"

"No, you should be fine in mine," chuckled John.

They made their way through the dark to John's hammock, which he held
steady for Andrew to climb into. Once he was situated, John hopped up,
worked his way into the sleeping bag, and spooned around him. After
inadvertently getting the hammock to swing a little bit in his effort, he
wriggled one arm under Andrew and wrapped his other around him and kissed
his neck under his ear.

"Good night, sexy," he whispered.

"Good night, Willy," Andrew answered with a smile.

John's strong arms, comforting smell, and warm breath soothed him. Andrew,
in his happy place once again, sighed with contentment and drifted quickly
into a peaceful sleep.


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Check out my other posts! These ones are not stories I've written, but they
are uncopyrighted pulps from the '80s that I enjoy and wanted to share
before they are lost forever:

"The Battlefield" in the Historical section

"My Favorite Freshman" in the College section

"Alaskan Huskies" in the Encounters section