Date: Sun, 28 Feb 2021 01:25:54 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 18

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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 18


John's eyes opened big in surprise before his expression morphed into a big
grin.

"Yes sir!"

He rummaged through his heap of belongings to find his toiletry bag and get
what he needed out of it, casually swiping at his phone before he turned to
join Andrew, who was climbing up to lay on the sink as he had last
time. Was that just yesterday?

"What's the plan, sexy?" he asked, noting the tiny red light illuminated in
the corner of the mirror behind Andrew. "How far do you want to go?"

"All the way, of course," Andrew replied in a tone of voice that implied
John was silly to ask.

"Just checking," John chuckled. "It will grow back, of course, but I didn't
want to assume..."

"Pretend this body is yours and do with it what you will."

"Really?"

"Yes, already."

"God, you're sexy," he breathed.

He could tell from Andrew's expression that he was growing more impatient
by the moment. The time for talk had passed.

John took a washcloth and got it wet with hot water. He wrung it out
loosely and wet Andrew's closest arm before applying shaving cream to its
entirety. It wasn't as if Andrew was very hairy to begin with, but John was
going to be sure to do a complete job of it.

He started at the shoulder and moved down towards the hand and then down
each finger until he was certain not a hair remained. He then moved
Andrew's arm upward to expose his pit.

He looked into Andrew's eyes.

"Last chance for limits."

"I don't want any."

"Okay then."

He lathered and then shaved Andrew's armpit, reveling in the trust Andrew
was showing him. It turned out Andrew was ticklish, but he was determined
to finish what he had started. John did his best to be mindful, so they
successfully made it through.

Andrew continued to lay still on the shelf with his eyes closed, so John
decided to make this as sensuous as he could. Although he had never heard
of a spa shave, he was going to see if he could make it as much like a
massage as he could.

John felt it was a little strange to be working on Andrew's body lying on a
table this way. The few times he had done this for someone before, they
were both standing in a shower, which was an entirely different
arrangement. Andrew was so passiveÑsurprisingly, after the way he had
asserted himself to get to this pointÑthat John had to fight off
internal comparisons to a mortician's actions. But instead of being cold
and lifeless, the flesh under his hand was hot and sexy and attached to the
man he wanted to hold onto forever.

He lathered up the nearest half of Andrew's torso from the neck down to his
waist and began to rid that of hair as well. He worked in long, smooth
strokes, overlapping each one slightly to make sure nothing was
missed. Andrew again had to work not to twitch while John worked on his
ticklish sides.

John was able to closely study every inch of Andrew's body as he went. The
super toned muscles, the supple fair skin, and even the flutter of his
breathing were absolutely captivating. He couldn't help stroking Andrew as
he worked, enjoying the smooth feel under his hands.

He kept working his way lower, lathering up Andrew's upper thigh next while
avoiding the crotch area for now. He used smaller strokes now, as Andrew
had more fur on his legs than appeared at first glance due to its light
color. John smoothly swept the hair off one spot at a time.

And so it continued from the mid-thigh to the knee: dampened with the
cloth, lathered with the shaving cream, shaved with the razor, wiped with
the cloth, stroked with the hand.

Below the knee required even shorter strokes due to more of the longer
hair. He also took extra care to make sure he didn't nick Andrew's skin on
the unyielding shin and ankle bones.

Now he was down to Andrew's foot. John wasn't a huge foot fetish man, but
he still had to admit he thought Andrew's feet were shapely and
perfect. Continuing the process he had already established, he wrapped and
cleaned the foot with the warm washcloth, lathered it up, and removed the
hair. Then he wrung out the washcloth and wiped off the excess shaving
cream. Once he had gotten it all, he ran his fingers along the newly
smoothed skin in such a way that it really became a sensual foot rub as he
kneaded Andrew's toes and the (luckily not too-ticklish) sole of his foot.

After he had done that for a while, he lightly traced his finger up
Andrew's body from his big toe all the way up his leg, over his hip bone,
up his stomach, across his nipple, over his shoulder and then back down his
arm to the tip of his pointer finger. He noted happily that Andrew's cock
was hard as a rock again.

"Okay, kiddo," John said. "I need you to turn over face down now."

Andrew sat up and turned himself over, not even bothering to open his
eyes. He grunted when he first tried to lay down face first, and had to
reach down to point his cock down before he tried again. The second attempt
worked, but John guessed his dick was still complaining at the strain of
being pushed in a different direction from its natural inclination: up.

"You okay?" he asked Andrew.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Okay, let me know if that changes or you need a break."

"I will."

John started just as he had before, taking care of the arm first, though he
waited on the armpit since Andrew was face down this time around.

He then proceeded to Andrew's shoulder and back. There was virtually no
hair here, but to keep the feeling of a complete spa work over, he
continued as if it did. Warm wipe, lather, swipe, wipe, stroke...

Quickly finishing that, he moved down to his butt. John admired the
beautiful concavity of the cheek in his hands as he rubbed it with the warm
washcloth just a little bit harder than he had yet with any other
section. Once he had brought to a bit of a red glow, he lathered it up and
shaved it clean of any hair. He went up to the crack of Andrew's ass, but
didn't shave inside. He was saving that for later!

Next, he tackled the back of Andrew's thigh and upper leg, naturally
followed by the lower leg. He spent a little extra time on Andrew's calves,
because he remembered he always loved that when getting a massage.

Since Andrew was face down, he decided to postpone the foot as well. Just
like before, when he was finished, he traced his finger up Andrew's prone
body in a tactile final gesture.

"Are you still awake down there?" he asked, chuckling.

"Barely," groaned Andrew. "It's time to flip again, isn't it?"

"Yep," John confirmed. "And this time I need your head to be where your
feet are now."

"Okay."

Andrew scooted himself back and up into a crouch, turned around, and laid
back down. He wasn't as hard this time, so it went smoothly. He was quickly
sprawled out again.

John went back to his task, repeating every move he had made last time.

After he had made it to Andrew's ankles and double checked his work, he
went back to that tidy bum turned up so appetizingly to him.

He got it damp and clean with the warm cloth as usual and then applied the
foam, making sure to work it around thoroughly until it was well
coated. Then, pulling his cheeks apart, he shaved every pit of hair inside
the crack, keeping the razor well clear of Andrew's little pink
rosebud. Having satisfied himself that he had gotten everything, he wiped
Andrew clean.

As John inspected his work, Andrew's pucker kept drawing his attention
until he finally leaned down and swiped it with his tongue. He felt Andrew
shiver at the contact, and then decided to make absolutely certain he
hadn't missed a single hair by running his tongue over every bit of
Andrew's cleft several times. And several times again.

Andrew was no longer passively relaxed as he hunched his butt back for more
contact with John's licker.

John obliged him and started rimming him for real, driving his wet hot
tongue deeply into Andrew's hole. He lapped at the walls of Andrew's
channel and teased the opening until he knew Andrew was revved up and
wanting more. He stopped to take a peek at Andrew's cock, and sure enough,
it was an energetic red with a single bead of precum at the tip of his piss
slit.

He leaned down again and kissed each cheek of Andrew's sexy butt.

"Okay," he announced a little too loudly. "I'm finished with this side! You
need to roll over now!"

When he turned over this time, Andrew wore the incredulous expression of
one utterly dumbfounded and maybe even betrayed.

"Trust me," John said more gently. "You don't want me to forget to finish,
do you?"

Andrew looked at him strangely. It was then John realized the words he'd
just used.

"I won't forget to finish," he assured Andrew. "Anything. Especially you. I
will always finish you! And whatever I'm doing, too. If I'm doing you,
there's no way! I meanÉ" John faded into silence for a moment. "I'm
making it worse, aren't I?"

Andrew's expression gained an extra glimmer of...something, though John had
been caught off stride and had trouble getting his bearings back, so he
couldn't quite read it.

"Yes, you are."

"My bad," John said after another pause. "I'm shutting up now, but if you
will please lay back down, I can get you all finished up."

Andrew smiled.

"You're the boss."

He laid back down and closed his eyes again. John noticed that Andrew's
cock had gone down and kicked himself mentally for breaking the mood.

Determined to recreate the mood, John went back to work. Just as he had
done before, he started at the top of Andrew's body and worked down,
section by section. He first shaved Andrew's armpit and then moved to the
shoulders and chest. He took a little longer this time and added a lot more
"quality control" strokes.

John wasn't sure if it was working or not until he had reached Andrew's
hips and noticed that his rod was waking up again. With that burden lifted
from his mind, he was able to focus on the task at hand again. He hadn't
given Andrew so much as a nick so far, and he was determined to keep that
going to the end.

True to form, he went around the crotch area and continued down to Andrew's
toes and followed up with a proper foot rubdown as he had before.

With that accomplished, he lightly traced his finger up from the toes to
the knee, and to the hip, but then he stopped. Instead, his finger traced
sideways into Andrew's bush, around his cock without touching it, and down
below his balls. He added other fingers as he teased them lightly from
underneath. Andrew's cock pulsed and twitched in response. He was ready for
the next stage.

John wet the washcloth thoroughly once again and doused Andrew's middle
with it before lathering him up with more shaving cream.

He started by holding his balls in one hand and holding them to one side
and then the other while he used his other hand to remove the hair from
between Andrew's legs. Then John pulled each ball sac taut one at a time to
deprive them of their covering. After a considerable time of tugging and
holding, John rolled them around in his hands until he deemed both balls
satisfactorily hairless and baby smooth.

That finished, he grabbed a nice firm hold of Andrew's rodÑto hold it
out of danger, of courseÑand began to carefully shave away the
surrounding bush of hair. He had to keep moving the ragingly erect penis
out of the way at different angles to get just the right angle for the
strokes, which proved somewhat difficult since the shaving cream left it
all slick. John was determined though, so he just gripped tighter and every
time his hand would start to slip off, he would shift his grip back down to
the base.

Eventually, no more hair could be found, but he kept looking for more,
holding Andrew's slippery cock first this way and then another, continually
having to push his grip down to keep it from sliding off.

Andrew squirmed more and more until John finally looked up to see he had
raised himself onto his elbows and was watching him intently. Well, maybe
not very intently: he had the glazed look in his eyes of someone who was on
the very edge of consciousness. While John continued to try to keep a grip
on the shaft in his care with one hand, the long finger of his other hand
followed a trail of shaving cream down one of Andrew's smooth balls and
then further down until, slick with the foam, it slipped into Andrew's warm
and slippery bung hole until it bumped into a small nodule.

No sooner had John bumped that button than Andrew cried out and his cock
exploded like a volcano, spewing its white load all over the shit-eating
smile on John's handsome face. Andrew came in ropes.

If he hadn't known better, John would have sworn Andrew had to be edging
himself for weeks for a load like that. But he did know better. This sexy
man was a sperm machine.

And he was all his.


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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