Date: Wed, 27 Jan 2021 19:08:35 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 16 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. Please consider supporting Nifty so we can continue to have this great resource of stories to enjoy for a long time to cum! -DurtyRiter ********* The Man with the Jeep Chapter 16 Andrew only stirred once that night when a nearby animal howled. John's arms were still around him and a night woody pressed thickly against his rear, so he quickly drifted back to sleep with a smile on his face. He didn't awaken from his dreamless state until John got out of the hammock late the next morning. "Sorry to wake you, sexy," John murmured to him as he climbed out. "But I need to get up." Andrew couldn't bring himself to get up yet, so he stayed in the warm sleeping bag and pretended to go back to sleep. He heard John walk over to the edge of the alcove and fuss with his belt and shorts for a moment before he heard a long, satisfied sigh. It just took a moment for Andrew to realize he was peeing over the side of the cliff. 'Well, why not?' Andrew thought to himself. 'It beats hiking out and back for no reason.' Having finished, John got a fire going in the pit and started rustling around with cookware and food. Andrew wondered what time it was, but not badly enough to find his phone. He suddenly missed wearing a watch. He still had the old stainless steel and chrome Casio that his dad had bought for him when he was twelve, but it pretty much stayed in a drawer these days. If he was going to make it a habit of camping out here with John, he should probably fish that old jewel out and keep it on his wrist again. Even with a good night's rest, he was still tired from yesterday. They had packed quite a bit into it, and he felt the stiffness of his muscles as he cautiously stretched them out one by one. He was definitely going to be sore tomorrow, but he didn't mind. As long as he could move today, he was good. His bladder begged for its morning release, but the sleeping back was so cozy that Andrew still didn't want to get up. It was a nice canvas bag on the outside with a flannel lining inside that didn't stick to his skin like the normal polyester and nylon ones he was used to. He realized it didn't rustle nearly as obnoxiously, either. His own mummy bag lost some of its luster after being in this cocoon. Plus, this bag smelled of John, so there was that. His need to pee finally pushed him to get up. He braced himself and unzipped the bag. While still a little chilly, it wasn't as sharp as he had expected, which he was very grateful for as he climbed out of the hammock. He stood there for a moment to let his slightly shaky legs wake up enough to be stable. "Good morning, happy camper!" John greeted him with a cheerful smile. Andrew remembered that he usually had a scowl on his face when he would first look in the mirror every morning. 'Even the Bible said not to be too happy in the morning if you wanted to get along with people,' he groused to himself. 'Didn't John get that memo? Maybe I am a little grumpy after all.' He did his best to smooth out his expression before he responded. "Good morning." "I will have coffee for you in a few minutes. If you need to take a leak, you can just let `er rip over the cliff if you want. That's what we always do." "Thanks," Andrew mumbled. He walked up to the precipice, opened his fly, and let loose. It was satisfying and even a little exhilarating to relieve himself this way rather than hiding in a bush worried that someone would stumble upon him at any moment. Despite being out in the open, there was a sense that the two of them were the only ones for miles. Maybe they were. He had no idea how far John's campground actually was. By the time he made it to the fireside, John deemed the coffee ready and poured him a cup. Andrew took it without adding any cream or sugar and took a first blazing sip. It felt like liquid fire all the way down, but it was just the soothing he needed to calibrate himself. "Thank you," he said with much more enthusiasm in his voice this time. "My pleasure," John replied as he doctored his own mug to his liking. They silently sat side by side on the camping chairs sipping their coffee and gazing out over the trees from their eyrie for a while watching the birds' morning antics and just absorbing the beauty of the trees and the surroundings. Before too long, the kettle over the fire began to whistle. "Breakfast is ready," John announced. Without getting up, he grabbed a handful of items and divvied them up. "One for you," he said, handing Andrew a banana. "And one for me," he said, putting his own in his lap. "One for you," he said, handing Andrew a spoon. "And one for me," he said, putting his with his banana. "One for you," he said, handing Andrew a packet of instant oatmeal. "And one for me," he said, dropping it onto his pile. "One for you," he said, handing Andrew a bowl. "And one for me," he said, placing it on top of the other items. "God, you really are a dork," Andrew laughed despite his mood. "At least I'm a dork that can find your smile, and that's enough for me." Andrew felt a warming inside that had nothing to do with coffee as he emptied the packet into the small bowl. John took the kettle off the fire and turned toward him. "Are you ready for this?" "Yes, please," Andrew answered as he held out his bowl to be filled. John put a good amount in Andrew's bowl and then did the same for his own. "There is milk and both white and brown sugar available if you want them, but I'm not getting up to get them," John declared. "I'm good, thanks," Andrew said, slicing some of his banana into the bowl. "Fair enough." They both stirred their bowls until the oatmeal was edible and dug in. Finally feeling more like himself after coffee and breakfast, Andrew brought up the agenda. "So what do you have planned today?" "Well, like I said yesterday, I don't exactly have a plan, but I do have some options. I was kind of leaning toward climbing this to the top," he said, gesturing to the back wall of the alcove. "And then maybe another dip in the grotto. What are your thoughts?" "That sounds excellent to me, but I'm not sure how much more physical activity I'll be up for. I'm already feeling yesterday." "Kind of my thought too," John admitted. "If it's warm enough, we can just lay out in the sun for a while after that. In fact, let's bring a sack lunch and snacks so we don't have to come back here until later if we like." "That sounds excellent." "Great! Let's clean up and get started then!" They cleaned up breakfast, dowsed the fire again, filled their CamelBaks with water, and began to pack for the day's adventures. They each included a towel, granola bars, and lunch ingredients. John also added his toiletry bag when Andrew was looking the other way. John pulled out some gear before he walked toward the wall. "Have you done this sort of thing before?" he asked Andrew. "Yeah, I've climbed rock walls at the gym and we used to do some rock crawling in Scouts, so I should be good." "Great! So this is essentially a mix of solo climbing and lead climbing. The way we do it is to climb up and clip a quickdraw into a hook. Once that's secure, clip your rope into it. Only then do you unclip from the extender below. In fact, I generally unclip the quickdraw from the hook itself and just move it up to the next one so the rope is always attached. We have a lot of hooks set in the rock to clip to, step on, or grab. They all should be solidly anchored, but of course, you should never count on that until you try them." "Got it." "PLEASE make sure your rope is always secure and hooked in! No one has been seriously hurt here yet, and the last person on earth I want to break that record is you. The last of my motherly advice on this is to be careful not to wear out your fingers and arms early. It makes the last part at the top nearly impossible. If you're tired, just hook your harness to one of the extenders and hang out for a bit." "Okay." They both donned their daypacks, harnesses, and helmets, then set to work on the ropes. John had given each of them plenty of quickdraws, one long rope, a little bag of chalk, and a bunch of carabiners. "Why so many of these?" Andrew asked John, holding up one of the carabiners. "Extras in case you drop some," he explained. "I have a bunch too. I put them in my pockets just in case. You might be surprised how handy they can be." "Fair enough," Andrew replied. As they started, Andrew realized he was a little rusty, but it was also a pretty easy wall with all the hooks drilled in. By the time the wall started to curve back out, he had gotten the hang of the system and it was getting to be fun. He had never climbed a concave wall before, so there was some thrill to it that he hadn't felt in a long time. Once they had made it about three-fourths up the wall, they hooked their harnesses to extenders and hung from them as they took a little break for a snack. "This is fun!" Andrew enthused. "I'm glad you like it," John answered. "I love to do this, and it's way better when you aren't doing it by yourself." "You do this alone?" "Sure! With the cousins all gone, no one else was interested, so I'd just come up here and go on my own." "But it's so dangerous!" "Well, yeah; that's why it's fun," John laughed. "I'm glad we are almost done, because I'm getting hungry," Andrew confessed. "We are only about halfway, you know." "I'd say we are a good seventy-five percent finished." "With the alcove, yes," John declared. "But this is the hardest bit and then we still have some sheer cliff above that to climb before we get to the stairs." "Ah! I didn't think about that." "Don't worry, we'll be fine," John assured him. "And then lunch and a dip!" "Brilliant." They stuffed the wrappers of their granola bars into their pockets and got back to climbing-Ņor hanging upward, as Andrew was beginning to think of it. The hooks imbedded in the rock face were as absolutely secure as John had promised, so he wasn't worried about falling. Well, not worried about the hooks anyway. He obsessed over triple-checking every connection to make sure the rope and the quickdraws were secure to those hooks. This was one of those times when his near-obsessive attention to detail was useful. He would not be falling today! John moved noticeably quicker, but Andrew decided to chalk that up to experience rather than a lack of care in his attachments. It wasn't too much longer before they were both dangling at the peak of the alcove wall. "Check this out," John prodded him. He hooked his harness securely into the hook and turned outward to enjoy the view. Andrew followed suit and was surprised at the subtle difference between this spot and the rest zones of the stairs above him. It wasn't higher, obviously, but it was more...free. Almost as if he was floating above it all. "This is so cool!" Andrew exclaimed. "I know it! Now if you really want an adrenaline rush..." John let go of his handholds and flipped upside down so his knees were against the roof of the alcove. Andrew's breath caught at the abandon with which John did his little maneuver, but he quickly calmed himself. After all, John did do this a lot, didn't he? Not wanting to regret not trying it, Andrew managed to let go of his hand holds after double checking the harness's linkage. Rather than just let himself flip backwards as John had done, Andrew extended his legs out so his toes were touching the top of the alcove and slowly leaned himself back. His abs screamed in protest at the strain as he carefully lowered himself backwards. At first, he was disoriented and had to fight the urge to panic, so he closed his eyes and kept going until he could feel his knees were bent at ninety degrees and he could feel the blood rushing to his head. Then he slowly opened his eyes. Another wave of disorientation swept him and he steeled himself to quell the nausea that threatened, but eventually he was able to enjoy the view. It was all wrong, of course: clouds "below" him and trees "above." A few nearby birds flying upside down did not help. Now this was a new perspective of everything: walking on air indeed! He turned a little bit to the side to see John smiling at him. "I told you!" he cried gleefully, his face all puffed up and red from being upside down for so long. "Okay, you were right, but this is crazy!" Andrew agreed as he decided a few moments in this position was plenty. He began to pull himself upright again slowly, using his legs and his protesting abs. The last thing he wanted at this point was a dizzying head rush. He eventually made it upright and realized he had held his breath for far too long. He consciously let it out and took a deep breath back in. He was still a little light-headed, but it was totally worth it. John was upright again by this time as well, though he looked a little unsettled. He must have come up too quickly. 'Ha!' Andrew exulted silently to himself. 'Serves you right for showing off!' "Okay, I'm good," John declared as he started to make his preparations for moving up the cliff. "I'm very glad to hear that," Andrew said with a grin. They didn't have any trouble with the last section with its vertical cliff, though Andrew was surprised how far up it seemed to go. His stomach grumbled to itself, reminding him he needed to eat. They clambered up onto the conveniently located rest spot with its bench and water fountain. "Well, this looks a bit familiar!" Andrew exclaimed. "How far up is this?" "This is the one just below the outhouse." "Oh good! I have the feeling I will be wanting that before too long." "You and me both, but let's have lunch-ŅI'm famished!" "Good call." They took off their helmets, removed their backpacks, and stowed all the gear behind the bench. They each opened their lunch cases and smeared the little peanut butter and jelly packets over the bread to make sandwiches, and then munched on those, carrot sticks, and potato chips. Aside from his scuffed hands and sore muscles, Andrew felt like he could have just walked here and stopped to enjoy the view. John practically inhaled his food. "Hungry much?" Andrew quipped drily. "Maybe, but I think you are too! Are you even chewing?" "What do you-Ņ" Andrew started, and then realized he was eating even faster than John. Oops. "Maybe so," he laughed. It was disconcerting how much being with John made him literally forget himself sometimes. Having eaten everything he had in his pack, he once again turned his attention to his favorite subject. John was still finishing off his food, so Andrew just gazed at him. His hair was dark brown again from being all sweaty. It curled a bit around his ears and clumped up in places. He was certain John would hate a picture of himself looking like this, but Andrew loved it. He thought of it as honest and true to life. It was sexy. Not that fancy clean John wasn't sublimely hot too, but Andrew had to admit he liked the snapshot version of John in the middle of real life just as appealing. The golden-brown fleece of his legs was also matted and dirty from the climb and he could see some scrapes and scratches he had collected in his battle with the wall. His shorts were dirtied too, of course, but the way they bunched up in that climbing harness...woof! It framed his package in just the right way to emphasize the thick cock set on top of those full bull balls... Andrew was so distracted that he didn't realize John had been speaking to him. "...then we can just grab them on the way back down. Sound good?" "Sure!" said Andrew quickly, wondering what he was agreeing to. "Then let's go!" John said as he got up from the bench. Andrew was still quick to note that standing didn't do anything to lessen the impact of that bulge in the front of his shorts, but now John was removing the harness. "Well?" John looked at him. "Are we going, or not?" "Yeah," Andrew replied. "Sure!" He got up and climbed out of his harness as well, acutely aware that his train of thought was readily apparent if John happened to glance his way. He did. ********* 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