Date: Wed, 12 May 2021 02:13:14 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 20 This story includes sex between males. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please do not read this story. *** I apologize to those who have been reading up to this point for the long wait for this new chapter: moving across the country and buying a house turned out to be much more involved than I expected. I hope to get back on schedule from here on out :). Thanks again for your patience and I hope you enjoy this latest chapter! *** 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 20 After several minutes of intense making out, John finally leaned back to catch his breath. "Well, I guess that answers that," Andrew laughed. John grinned back at him. "Good!" They proceeded to get themselves and each other shampooed, showered, and all cleaned up and dressed again in short order. Once again, Andrew was feeling it was time to wrap up the day despite knowing in his head it was only around dinner time. "I'm tired again now," he chuckled to John. "I hear you. Hard to believe we just had a nap not long ago, huh?" "I know, but we've been busy, you know." "Oh, I know!" Andrew smiled. "Oh!" Andrew suddenly exclaimed. "What does that control panel next to the shower knob do?" "Ah, you caught that, did you? I tried to hide it so it wasn't obvious, you know. It does a lot of things: lights, music, and some other stuff." "Oh no you don't! You aren't weaseling out of this one so easily!" Andrew declared. "I want to know what all the icons are for!" "Fine," laughed John. "Although you're ruining my campaign to keep you interested, just so you know." "I'm still interested, but it's time to throw this dog a bone." "Yes sir," he laughed as he led Andrew back into the shower and tapped the screen to wake it up. "This one's for music: it pulls from my library in the cloud and has all the controls you'd expect," John began. "This one controls the lights. Not just the ceiling lights in hereÑ-which include fade and multicolor settings, by the way--but also other zones. One zone is just for the shower with all the same bells and whistles, one is for the grotto pool area, one is for the lights in the garage, and there are others for different spots you haven't been to yet. And before you ask, no, I'm not going to tell you where they are until we actually visit them." "Fair enough," Andrew replied with a sigh. John spared him a sympathetic smile before continuing. "This one is for the temperature controls for the room, which is all radiant heat from the floor, though like I mentioned before, the sink is routed through the system as well. "This one is for the security system, which is linked to all the other buildings and even the campground if I felt like checking on it. "Even this outhouse?" Andrew asked. "Sure thing!" John said. "Watch this." Andrew observed his every move as he tapped the system icon and typed in the password for access. A list appeared and John tapped the one marked "Outhouse." A new window popped up showing a low resolution wide view of the room they were standing in. The front of the sink could be seen on one side and the very edge of the shower on the other. Andrew could see his elbow sticking out, so he waved his hand to watch it in the display. "That's coolÑ-and crazy too!" "I know, right?" John grinned. "So that's how that works," he said as he closed the app and continued his tour of the main menu. "This one monitors the electric systems, including the solar panels, the hydro-electric generators, and usage from the grid. I'm very proud we generate more power than we use, so I don't check that very often either. "The rest of them are just normal apps from my phone: audio books, bank, email, that sort of thing." "That's a lot of apps for an outhouse," Andrew observed. "Well yeah, maybe it is," laughed John. "I wanted it to be as current as possible because who knows when I'd need to update something." "Of course!" "So there you have it! Ready to roll?" "Sure! And thank for indulging me!" "My pleasure, good sir!" John proclaimed with a ridiculously big sweep of his arm. They took a quick look around to make sure they didn't leave anything and headed out the door. As they descended the stairs toward their camp, Andrew thought about the security system app. That could be very interesting to explore. He had seen the feed for the outhouse, but there seemed to be several more locations than he had seen so far. It would be fun to check out other spots too--assuming he got the chance. On the way down the steps, they fished their climbing equipment out from under the bench where they had left it earlier and kept heading downward. They made it down to the little grassy ramp of the alcove and turned in the opposite direction to load their gear into the Jeep. "Saves us a load later, you know," explained John. "You think so?" Andrew asked with a smirk. "I don't think this will make any difference to me!" "How else do you expectÑ" started John, before he realized what he'd said. "Oh! Well, you may be right," he acceded. "In the meantime, what do you say to some dinner?" "I say let's do it!" "Great! Also, there should be some aloe lotion in the glovebox, if you want to grab that. It should help our fried skin." "Good idea," Andrew agreed. They made their way back to camp and John started the dinner fire while Andrew cleaned the grille to make sure it was good enough to put food on. Having satisfied himself with that, he took out a couple of potatoes and wrapped them in aluminum foil before placing them in the fire. "You know that you're supposed to wait until the coals are good and established, right?" John teased him. "Yeah, but I don't want to wait that long," Andrew confessed. "I get it," John assured him. Next, Andrew grabbed some chopped vegetables and the chicken that had been marinating from the cooler and started spiking them onto skewers. Once he had them all prepared and placed on a paper plate, he looked at John. "They're all ready, Chef John!" "Okay, I'm drawing the line here for now," John laughed. "The chicken has to wait." "I know," Andrew replied. "I just want it ready for you when the time comesÑ-as soon as the time comes!" "Funny boy." Andrew looked at John sitting on his little stool feeding the fire and once again felt amazed that they were now boyfriends. He grabbed the other stool, put it right behind John, and sat on it, wrapping his arms around John's waist and resting his chin over his shoulder. "Mmmm," murmured John. "I love feeling you around me." "Me too," Andrew answered. They stayed like that for a while, just quietly enjoying their close contact. John finally deemed the fire established and got up to put a few more pieces of wood on it before placing the grille over the flames. "NOW we can do the chicken." Andrew grinned back at him. John placed the kabobs on the grille and sat back down so Andrew could entwine himself around him again while John tended the food. "This is going to be interesting," Andrew said quietly in his ear. "What is?" "These chicken tikka skewers. I've had chicken tikka masala I don't know how many times, but I've never had this before." "If you like tikka masala, I'm sure you'll like it." "I'm sure you're right, but I'm used to the sauce and the rice with it." "Yeah, that doesn't serve well on a skewer." "True, but I could probably come up with something to make it work." "Good luck with that," John chuckled. "You have zero faith in me," Andrew complained, trying to sound hurt. "On the contrary!" John protested. "If anything, I have too much faith in you!" "How do you figure?" "You can't figure out Coop's secret, and I've given you a key, but you don't know what it goes to. I was sure you'd figure out one of them by now, but nope: you can't be bothered." Andrew's defenses popped up instantly at the challenge even though he could hear the teasing in John's tone. "Maybe if you'd give me all the pieces to your puzzles, it would help!" "I see; you want the easy way out," John laughed. "Easy way?!?" Andrew was suddenly speechless. "Clearly!" John replied. "I give you these mysteries on a silver platter and now you want me to ruin the fun." Andrew sputtered wordlessly. "No sir, Sherlock: you get to figure them out without my help!" "I will!" Andrew retorted with some heat. "I don't doubt it for a second!" Andrew took a minute to calm back down. This was clearly no big deal, and yet he had escalated himself almost to an argument instantly. He needed to get himself together so John wouldn't see him fall apart. And for nothing! He fumed at his own foibles and determined to conquer them. Again. If he wanted to keep John, he would have to be the best person he could be, and this would not cut it. At least he hadn't really gone off and said something stupid or hurtful. He knew without the shadow of a doubt that someday the luster of fresh love would fade, and he didn't want John to regret their time together in any way. He had broken bad habits before and knew he could break being so quick to anger. Eventually... "I'm sorry," Andrew apologized. "I don't know what came over me." "I do," John said sadly. "You do?" asked a skeptical Andrew. "Sure! I only meant to be funny, but I completely baited you. And you are hangry and tired already, so my timing was bad. I'm the one who should be apologizing." John turned so he could look Andrew in the eyes. "I'm really sorry for being so thoughtless," he said earnestly. "Would you forgive me?" "Of course I forgive you!" Andrew exclaimed and planted a solid kiss on John's mouth. Tears welled up in his eyes and threatened to run down his face. God, I'm so emotional again, Andrew thought to himself. What is up with me? "Thank you," John said simply after the kiss ended. Andrew watched as John turned back and flipped the skewers over again. He still felt like he should apologize, but he wasn't quite sure what for. He definitely got defensive, but he wasn't sharp or even rude, so what was there to apologize for? He was having trouble focusing his thoughts. Maybe he should just tell John what went through his head. He was certain John would understand, and this way he might prevent some future drama. In the long run, that alone would be worth the hit to his personal pride. Full disclosure is always good for the soul, right? "John?" "Yes?" Andrew paused for a moment. Now that he had the floor, he had second thoughts. It's not like he jumped into sudden murderous rages or anything. Really, it was just an internal monologue that was just distracting and inconsequential. No, he decided, he didn't want to talk about it after all. "Never mind." "Okay, buddy," John replied. It was just a few minutes after that when John started taking the food out of the fire. Taking that as his cue, Andrew got up to get plates and utensils for them to eat with. John divvied up the kabobs between the two plates and then fished the potatoes out of the coals with some tongs. He peeled the blackened foil back on one of the potatoes and stuck a fork in it. "Well, putting those in so early was the ticket," John announced. "They are almost perfect now." "I remember from Scouts that potatoes take time. Carrots are even worse, which is why I refused to get those." "I see," laughed John. "I have myself a rebel after all!" Andrew stuck out his tongue in response. "Careful, your face might freeze that way!" John retorted. "Wow, you really do have a last word for everything, don't you?" "I'm all about dropping the mic." "And the soap?" "When it's appropriate," John agreed with a laugh. "But never on accident." "I see..." Andrew took the other potato and removed the hot foil before putting it on his plate. He reached into the cooler for the butter when he noticed that John had put a golden gravy on his. "Where did you get gravy for that?" "Well, it's not really gravy," John began. "It's that tikka marinade stuff. I just figured it might add flavor to the potatoes that would kind of go with the kabobs." "How is it?" Andrew asked. "Dunno yet," John said. He scooped up a small bite and put it in his mouth after blowing on it to cool off the potato. "Well?" "Not so good," John admitted. "You're better off sticking with the butter there." "I suppose it was worth trying," Andrew offered. "Everything is at least once," John agreed. "But once is all this gets for me," he laughed as he tried to scrape as much of the sauce off as he could. "Would you like half of mine?" "No thanks; one has to take the bad with the good sometimes." That line resonated with Andrew. Mostly about accepting the consequences of actions taken, but he also wondered dryly what his ratio of good to bad was as far as John was concerned. He stopped himself from going down that rabbit trail of thought. He had enough on his mind to think about already. After dousing his spud with a liberal amount, he put the butter back in the cooler and pulled out another small container. "Almost forgot!" he exclaimed. "What?" "This!" "What is it? "Mint cucumber dip for the kabobs!" "No kidding!" "Yeah, it sounded good, so I made some to try." He put half on his plate and handed the little tub to John. John dipped his chicken into the mixture and took a bite. His face instantly lit up. "Oh, that's good!" he proclaimed. "Maybe I will leave the edible concoctions to you from now on." "I'm game," Andrew replied. "My mom says I've always had a good knack with flavors." "It must be because you're so sweet." "Hardy har har." "Just saying." They both ate their food while chatting about the weather and the merits of their mothers' cooking. Once they were finished, they cleaned up all the food mess they had made and settled back on their camp chairs to gaze out over the treetops from their eyrie. "Thanks again for taking me out here." Andrew said. "I do miss being in nature like this. I forget sometimes." "I think we all do," John said. I have a huge advantage of having this place, and I forget to come out here for months at a time sometimes." "Well maybe we can remind each other so neither of us forgets." "Excellent plan!" John agreed. "What shall we do next?" "I think we stay right here until the sun sets and then go to bed." "Another excellent plan!" Andrew moved his chair closer to John's and was suddenly grateful neither had arms as he leaned over and rested his head on John's shoulder. John responded by reaching his arm around Andrew to draw him closer. They sat like that for the next forty-five minutes watching the sun lower itself slowly past the horizon. "Another thing that is too often forgotten," John remarked. "I hate taking anything for granted, and I have to admit the sun takes the brunt of that." "I know what you mean. I think..." "You do think a lot," John said. "It's another thing I love about you. Most guys are so damn shallow." "Yeah. I'm not pretty enough for that." "Aw! I disagree, but I'm glad you aren't vapid." "Ooh! Vapid!?! How long have you held onto that one?" Andrew teased. "I forgot I even knew that word until it came out of my mouth!" While he was talking, Andrew let out a big yawn. "Speaking of open mouths!" he said, grinning at Andrew. "I'm sorry. I'm just so tired." "Then let's hit the hay." "Yes, please." "Could you grab the aloe?" John asked as he put out the fire. "I want to douse us before bed too." "Sure." Andrew grabbed the bottle and followed John to the hammock. "Okay," John ordered. "Strip!" "What?" "That sun got every part of you, so the aloe needs to too." "Yes, boss," Andrew said as he started to undress. Once John made sure that every millimeter of Andrew's smooth skin had aloe applied to it, Andrew did the same for John. Andrew chuckled as he finished up. "What's so funny?" "Shaving saves money on lotion," he said. "I think I just three times as much on you as you did on me." "That's not just because of hair," John protested. "I am bigger than you, you know." "Are you though?" Andrew smiled quizzically at him. "Yes, I am," John assured him. "I could wrap myself around you and have some left over." "Can you really?" "I'll prove it!" John said with a gleam in his eye. He reached over and opened the sleeping bag. "Hop in and you'll see!" Andrew climbed into the hammock and settled into the far side of the bag. "Nope," John corrected him. "You have to face the other way." "Oh, okay." Andrew said as he repositioned himself as instructed. Once he was in place, John climbed in behind him and zipped up the bag behind him. He spooned around Andrew and wormed one arm under him and the other over until he had wrapped his arms completely around Andrew. Then he wrapped his legs around Andrew's as well. "Okay, you can completely cover me," Andrew admitted. "But I don't think you have any extra of you left over." "No?" John asked with a chuckle. "No, I don'tÑ" With amazement, Andrew felt John's cock get fully hard in mere seconds within the crack of his ass. "Oh!" "Extra," John whispered. He hunched a little for positioning and slowly slid his cock inside Andrew's hole until he was all the way in and just held it there. "You know just what to do with that extra, don't you?" "I don't waste anything." "Mmmm," Andrew moaned in contentment. Enjoying the feel of their bodies together, they were both asleep in moments. ********* 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