Date: Fri, 23 Jul 2021 01:38:29 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 24

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The Man with the Jeep

Chapter 24


Andrew's heart skipped a beat. Here it comes. This is where it all falls
apart.

The irony was not lost on him that he intended to do this very thing just a
couple hours ago. He had clearly misinterpreted things, or there would have
been no need for this letter. It was still hard to breathe and he could
feel his heart ripping already. This was ridiculous. If he had gone through
with his decision earlier, he wouldn't be hurting so badly now. Or would
he? He could pretend it would have been different if he had been the one to
cut it off, but deep down he knew he would still feel like his world was
turning upside down. Well, here it was, and it was best to rip the Band-Aid
off quick and clean.

He took a deep breath and looked back at the note, determined to read it
quickly and put it behind him as soon as possible.


`Please don't hate me, but I have a confession to make.

There is a feature to my security system that alerts me whenever the system
is accessed...'


Uh oh. Andrew started wondering how stupid he could be. Of course it would
let John know he had gotten into the system! Which meant that John would
know how many times he logged in and then chickened out. He groaned
inwardly. This was so embarrassing! He read on, dreading where this was
going.


`...so when I was done taking care of that grouchy camper, I saw you had
logged in and out multiple times, so I logged in myself and watched you
pace for a while. I'm sorry I set you up for that. I didn't mean for you to
have to wrestle with yourself. I thought I made it obvious enough yesterday
that you are more than welcome to check it out if you wanted to.

Don't get me wrong: THIS WAS NOT A TEST! I was just interested in what you
would do. And I have to say I was impressed with your restraint, Curious
George. I thought for sure you would pull up everything, but I saw you
stuck with the places we already went, and I'm honored you respect me
enough to not ruin my silly little "surprises."

Anyway, I want to apologize for spying on you. I let my curiosity get the
better of me, and I wanted to confess that and apologize...'


Andrew stopped for a minute to process. So John had spied on him while he
was "breaking into" the security system. He should have guessed that
possibility, but John said himself he actually wanted Andrew to look
around.

So why did he think Andrew would hate him? The spying? No, although for a
moment he felt an inch tall again that John might think him that shallow.

Then another thought struck him: John apologized for making Andrew fight
with his conscience. Ok, that that would fit if John really was as
genuinely nice as he continued to seem. Nothing else made any sense at all.

Andrew melted a little bit more for his boyfriend.

He read on:


`To prove this wasn't a test and I still trust you, if you want to log back
in, I will put the remote url at the end of this letter and you can check
it out to your heart's content.

Which brings me to a second confession: Remember when you said you wanted
to see those pictures Duncan took of us on the Jeep? Well, I kind of feel
the same way. Except I don't have to depend on his camera. I really hope
you don't despise me for this (though I understand if you do), but when you
log in, click on the glowy number on the outhouse feed.

I just ask that you call me after you check it out.

No matter what, I'm yours forever,

John'


Well.

He had a sneaking suspicion of what he'd find when he followed John's
instructions, though how John could have done it escaped him. But it could
wait for now: he wanted to toss his clothes in the laundry and get a shower
first. Besides, he was a bit too riled up to think clearly right now.

He couldn't deny he was relieved John didn't break up with him (yet?)
through a letter, but it wasn't like there was nothing to think about.

Andrew separated his clothes into piles on the floor before adding the
contents of his clothes hamper to the heaps. He stripped down and tossed
all the dark items in the washer and got it running before he made for the
shower.

He started the shower and caught sight of his reflection in the mirror as
the water warmed up. He studied his shorn look a little more closely now
that he was alone. He finally decided he didn't mind it, though it was
still very different from what he was used to.

He still felt like he looked somehow too skinny and too saggy at the same
time. Yeah, he wouldn't be quitting the gym anytime soon!

In a few spots, he could see the hair was already starting to grow back,
but the hair was so light you had to really look to see it. He couldn't
decide whether or not he liked the fact that he looked at least ten years
younger somehow. He had to admit he was glad John didn't shave his scalp
while he was at it. Not that his hair was long by any means, but he didn't
really care to go for the cue ball thing.

The mirror started to fog up a little bit, so he broke himself from his
reverie and hopped into the shower.

While he soaped himself up, his mind wandered to what might be awaiting him
on John's security cameras. It was all a little jumbled together in his
memory, but the only thing that he was sure of doing after John's
revelation about Duncan was getting shaved. That could be interesting.

He thought about that as his hands spread soap across his skin. His very
smooth skin. He was now very aware of just how slippery he had gotten
between the water, the soap, and the shave. He felt the sensuousness of his
strokes and suddenly they became caresses. This shaved existence was still
a very new experience, and he focused on the feelings his own hands
produced as they swept from cleaning one part of his body to another.

The only thing that hadn't changed at all was his raging cock. It was as
big as it had been before. In fact, it looked larger than ever thanks to
the absence of the bush at the base. He studied it as if it was the first
time he had seen it.

It really was noticeably red in its current state, no doubt a result of his
alabaster skin. The head looked sleek because it was somewhat
arrow-shaped. It didn't flare out as much as most guys he had seen and was
also a bit pointy at the end. It capped a long shaft that had no
discernable bend in any direction. He only had a few prominent veins to
accentuate the linearity of his member. The result was a dick that proudly
stuck straight out of his body.

He had measured it once from base to tip, and while it was hard to be
exact, it seemed to land just past seven inches. Nowhere near the nine
inches everyone else seemed to have according to Scruff and Grindr, but in
real life, it didn't seem that much shorter than the men he had played
with. Some more noticeably than others, but he flattered himself to think
it looked good and it certainly functioned just fine!

He grabbed it with one hand and used nice long strokes to remove any trace
of wilt. His other hand dipped lower to cradle the balls within his velvety
smooth bag. He enjoyed the soft feel as well as the heft of the nuts
inside. He stroked them softly with his fingers as his dick pulsed forward
in excitement. He could feel himself getting close, so he let go of his
cock and balls to finish washing himself down.

He shampooed his head and moved methodically downward, cleaning his face,
neck, armpits, arms, chest, stomach, legs, and feet. Then he straightened
up and reached around to wash his rear. As his hand spread the soapy lather
inside the crack of his butt, his fingertips brushed his ass lips and he
felt a zing race up his spine. Surprised, he did it again and another jolt
of feeling matched the first. Who knew his pucker could be that sensitive?
Now he did, and he rubbed it good and proper until he could feel the surge
of an imminent orgasm.

He quickly grabbed his dick for a few strokes before he blew his load. The
first volley hit the wall so hard that some of it ricocheted back and hit
him. The second still had enough force to splatter widely and three more
hit the wall as well. The remaining spurts didn't quite make it, but it was
still a good load.

He just stood there for a minute, enjoying the satisfaction of release as
he idly traced the length of his tool, making it twitch and push the last
drops of cum out.

Gathering himself together, he rinsed off and grabbed his towel.

Once he dried himself off, he padded over to his office with John's note in
hand and fired up the computer. Now to see what John had done.

He logged in and clicked on the outhouse feed. Up in the top righthand
corner was a pulsing "3," so he clicked on it.

A new menu popped up with dates and times, so he clicked on the first one.

He saw John looking at the camera before he turned and swooped Andrew up
and laid him on the sink slab. He watched him lean down for a kiss while
his hands grabbed Andrew's and clipped them together, he watched himself
jerk in surprise and then acquiesce to John...

It looked way hotter on video than it did in his head, but he wanted to see
what the other two recordings were too.

He clicked on the second one, and sure enough, he saw himself getting onto
the counter oblivious to John in the background gesturing at his phone and
looking directly at the camera.

"Ah...!" said Andrew out loud as he realized why he had caught John looking
into the mirror earlier.

John quickly put his phone down, grabbed everything else, and headed over
to Andrew and the sink. He continued to watch as John meticulously went to
work clearing Andrew's body of any hair.

Andrew had to admit it was kind of hot to be a voyeur of his own shaving,
but when he saw how much time was left of the video, he backed out of it to
see what the last recording contained. Weren't those the only things they
did in the outhouse?

The third clip was of Andrew pacing back and forth working up the courage
to pull up the security cameras. Argh! Why did John have to record that? It
turned out that it didn't take him as long to go for it as it had felt at
the time. He fast forwarded through a lot of it until he watched himself
discover the hidden door and then after a pause, he saw Brad and Ron walk
in.

It seemed too soon for their arrival after Andrew had just watched them
play in the grotto, didn't it? He looked at the time stamps and did some
mental math to realize they could easily have done it if they didn't waste
time heading down the steps. Then he did a double take at the length of the
video: it was shorter than he expected, but he wasn't sure why until he
remembered the length of the second clip.

He pulled that one up again, and sure enough, it was nearly twice as
long. Puzzled, he skimmed through his shaving at high speed until he
noticed he wasn't laying in the sink anymore.

What was this?

He backed it up until we saw himself get off the counter and pressed
play. He watched John come out of the stall with his heavy dick swinging,
wash his hands, and walk toward the showerÑhis butt muscles clenching
and unclenching in their mesmerizing way. He got in the shower and Andrew
realized that John had forgotten to turn off the recording before he got
under the spray. Why, that meantÑ

He saw his slippery new self lean in for a kiss and in a flash, John's
hands were tied above his head.

Yes! John had recorded this entire thing! Awesome!

He could feel his cock throb in response.

He right-clicked on the video, and sure enough, it was all set up to send
wherever he wished. Andrew typed in his own email address and hit `send.'

Yeah, this one was a keeper! He was going to edit that puppy just right!

He was so excited, he went in and sent himself the first clip as well. And
then the second one again, just in case.

That was the big revelation? So John had recorded their times in the
outhouse. Andrew certainly wasn't mad about it. Quite the opposite, in
fact: now he had a clip of John he could watch over and over and over
again!

Andrew remembered John had wanted him to call, so with a much lighter step
than he had first anticipated, he followed his excited poker to his phone
and dialed.

John answered barely after the first ring.

"Hey Andrew; how are we doing?" he asked guardedly.

"Just fine."

"You're not angry with me?"

"Not at all. I admit I was a little surprised, but I'm not mad. In fact, I
was expecting this to be a breakup letter."

"What?!? Why on earth would you think that?"

"The first sentence you wrote was `Please don't hate me,' so I assumed the
worst."

"First off, it would take something dreadful to make me even consider that,
and I guarantee you'd see it coming a mile away. For better or for worse, I
have a hard time letting go once I've decided to be invested in something.

And secondly, I swear I would never ever EVER break up with you in some
cowardly noteÑlet alone a text or email. I value you too much to do
that."

"Okay," Andrew answered.

"Sorry if I got a little excited there. Rudeness is a pet peeve of mine."

"I remember."

"So what did you think?"

"Of what?"

"You know: the recordings."

"Oh yeah! They were kind of hot to watch, except for the last one of me
roaming around the outhouse."

"I haven't seen them yet, but I'm sure they're good watching because you
are in all of them."

"Hardy har har."

"I mean it! I think you are so sexy!"

Andrew blushed, not that John could appreciate it on the other end of the
line. "Thanks," he mumbled.  "I think I'm going to have to tell you that
everyday until you believe it like I do."

"You might have to, because that is not what I see."

"I know, but we will work on that."

"Mm-hmm..."

John chuckled. "You may not believe me, but you will in time."

"If you say so."

"Maybe I can start by making you watch those videos every single day. I
know you didn't watch them all the way through yet, right?"

"Well, I skimmed a lot of it."

"That's what I thought. But keep in mind that I recorded those so I could
watch your hot self whenever I wanted, so that should tell you something
right there."

"You haven't seen them yet?"

"No, that's why I told you to look for the glowing numbers: those are
videos that haven't been watched yet."

"Then you don't know what's on them..."

"I think I do: I was the one who pushed `record,' you know!"

"Yeah, but I think you forgot to turn it off at the end of one of them."

"What makes you think that? They are set to automatically turn off if the
motion sensors go quiet for too long."

"I suspected. You should watch the second one; you might be surprised."

"I will check it out then," John laughed. "How many were there?"

"Three."

"Three? I thought I only recorded two..."

"You did three: the time you strapped me to the counter, the time you
shaved me, and the time you watched me pace around like an idiot."

"Oh! I didn't realize I recorded that last one."

"Ah. Well, you don't want to miss the second half of the shave."

"I don't, huh?"

"Definitely not. And full disclosure, I downloaded that puppy."

"Oh did you now? Must be hot indeed then!"

"It really is!"

"Then I can't wait to see it." John paused. "So tell me again that we are
good between us?"

"Yeah."

"Okay then, I believe you," John said carefully. "But I also know when you
are holding out on me. If we are good, then how are you?"

"What?"

"You heard me. What are you beating yourself up over this time?"

How could John see through him like this? It was starting to get a little
disconcerting.

"Well," Andrew began, dreading what was about to come out of his
mouth. "After I left the outhouse the last time, I was just struck again by
how different we are. You are amazing, and I'm justÉwell, me. You are
way out of my league, and I can't help but feel like we are doomed. You can
have anyone you want in a heartbeat, and what will happen to me when you
realize that and find someone better? I was about to break up with you and
beat you to the punch."

"I see," said John after a pregnant pause.

Andrew could hear some of the vibrancy had left John's voice. He realized
his fear had come true: he had hurt John.

"So that's what was gnawing at me."

"Well, I'm glad you said something. I'm sure that wasn't easy to say, and
I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt, but I really do intend to be here
for you forever. I mean it with all my heart and soul and mind. I honestly
think the world of you and I think I know you better than you are giving me
credit for here."

Andrew could hear John rebounding as he continued.

"And now that it's out, maybe we can work on that. Would you be okay with
that?"

"I think so," Andrew said uncertainly. "I'm just afraid, I guess."

"You would be a fool not to be, but I am here with you. We can make it
through this, I promise."

"You promise?"

"I promise!"

"Okay. Now what?"


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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