Date: Sat, 06 Nov 2021 22:31:00 +0000 From: DurtyRiter Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 29 This chapter includes underage/older male sex. If this is unappealing or illegal in your location, please skip this 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 29 When Andrew awoke the next morning, both John and the sun were already up. He had to pee, but he was so cozy amid the soft pillows, the warm comforter, and the silky sheets that he didn't want to get out of bed just yet. He lazily turned his head toward the kitchenette to see John in his boxers with one arm above his head, leaning against a window frame and gazing through the glass. Andrew wished he had a camera to capture it, but he didn't want to disturb the moment. Instead, he tried to absorb every nuance of the scene permanently into his memory. The deep green trees were shrouded in a light misty fog with prismatic glints where the sunlight played with the effervescent moisture in the air, giving an ambiance of serene fantasy. A few sparrows and more brightly colored birds flittered to and fro as they scanned the woods for breakfast. The early morning rays painted the interior of the cabin with a golden glow, enhancing the light wood tones and giving the white surfaces nearly the same coloring. The lighting was just about perfect for John himself. The angles brought defining shadows that gave a sharp relief to the curves of his body. Andrew's gaze moved up from John's solid calves to his hamstrings, noticing for the first time a crease cutting across muscles in John's leg. Was that a scar? How had he missed that earlier? The hair on his legs were lit like neon blonde by the sun. Even through the boxers, it was easy to see the shape of the sexy butt inside. His eyes continued up, appreciating the slight bulge at the sides above his waistband that looked almost like handles that Andrew knew led to those V-lines he liked so much. He could see the flare of the trapezius wrapping up into and over his shoulders where the muscles dimpled from the position of his raised arm. Like on his legs, the sun illuminated his armpit hair into a brilliantly bright yellow. In fact, John looked like he was glowing. Andrew watched the steam from the coffee mug he held in his other hand as it rose and flickered merrily into nothing. John absently brought his arm up and sipped from the cup as he continued to stare out the window. Andrew inadvertently sighed with rapture, and John turned to greet him with a warm smile. "You're up? Good morning, handsome!" "Good morning," Andrew replied. Or at least he tried to. It probably came out in a croak. John smiled a little broader. "Don't worry about it, champ. I've got fresh coffee for you if you want." Andrew nodded. "Coming right up!" John assured him. Now that coffee was on his mind, Andrew's bladder was quite insistent that he make room for his wake up juice. With a groan of regret, he pulled on some underwear, climbed out of his cocoon, and made his way into the bathroom. When he was finished, he made his way over to the man and the mug waiting for him across the room. Without a word, John handed him his cup and waited for Andrew to finish his first few sips. "Did you sleep okay?" Andrew nodded. "Good," John said as he put his arm around Andrew and held him in comfortable silence while they looked out into the trees sipping their coffee. In the few minutes that had transpired, the sun had burned away some of the fog and the light was noticeably whiter. The magic moment had passed, but Andrew was still glad he had woken up in time to catch it. Instead, it was now simply a beautiful morning that promised to grow into a wonderful day. John finally broke the silence when Andrew had made it halfway through his coffee. "You hungry? We can order in from the kitchen or go eat in the restaurant if you'd rather." "I'm not up for public viewing yet, but I am hungry." "I figured." John replaced the mug he was holding with his phone, and after unlocking it and finding the right webpage, he handed it to Andrew. "Here's the menu if you want to pick something." "What's good?" "Everything, really," John answered. "It's not super fancy, but it's all delicious. We even try to keep the grease down," he added with a smile. "Well that's good," Andrew said as he selected eggs benedict from the list. John made his choice and sent off the order. "Okay, that should probably be here in about a half hour." Andrew nodded. He finished off his coffee and then nestled into John's shoulder as they watched the last of the fog disappear. "I love foggy mornings," John murmured. "Me too," Andrew agreed. "Oh!" John exclaimed with a start. "How are you feeling? Any headache or dizziness or anything." "No, I'm fine." It took him a moment to remember why John would even ask when the memory of his fainting spell came back to him. How embarrassing! Yet another thing he was sure he would never live down with the one person in the world he wanted most to impress. "I'm so glad to hear that! What are you in the mood for today?" "I don't know; don't you have the whole day mapped out already?" "Not really," John shrugged. "I mean, I have possible ideas, but I'm having second thoughts." "Why?" "I'm just not feeling like doing a lot today for some reason." "Well you do normally fit an awful lot in." "Yeah, I know," John admitted. "Even when I try not to. But I feel like we are due for a lazy day." "I'm game for that as long as we are being lazy together." "Of course! Though I suppose I should rouse myself enough to send the lift down so they know where to put the food." "Good idea." John lowered the lift and got a ding on his phone just a few minutes later. "It's here!" Andrew raised the lift while John got out silverware and napkins from the kitchenette to set the table. They were soon seated and enjoying breakfast. "This actually is really good," Andrew said. "I told you," John replied. "Or didn't you believe me?" "Well, you own the place, so you're supposed to say that." "I'm only a part-owner, but I check, you can be sure! If the cook doesn't do a good job, Coop has no qualms about letting me know and I find a new cook fast. You have to keep the help happy, after all." Andrew grinned at the thought of crotchety Coop going off on bad food. "Then I will have to pass on my thanks to him," Andrew replied mischievously. Before long, breakfast was over and the table cleaned up. Now that he was more awake and his stomach wasn't growling at him, Andrew realized he was overdue for a shower. "I'm going to get cleaned up." "No problem," John replied. "I will after you." Andrew felt one hundred percent better after his shower and shave, as did John after him. "What can we do now?" Andrew asked. "I think there are some cards around here if you want to play." "Sure!" John rummaged through the little cabinet next to the closet until he found some old cards and brought them back to the table to start shuffling. "Poker?" "I guess." "Not a fan?" "Not really; it always seems like a serious game to me somehow." "Then what's your pleasure?" "Ever heard of a game called Spite and Malice?" "No, what's that like?" "Well, you start with a stack of thirty cards face down that you are trying to get rid of as well as four discard piles in front of you and a hand of seven. When it's your turn, you take cards from the draw pile until you have seven and then you can play anything from your hand or any top card from the piles in front of you to go from ace to queen on the stacks in the middleÑof which there can only be four at a time. If you can play your entire hand in the middle, you get to draw seven new cards during your turn. When you are finished, you discard either one card or a set of four matching ones onto one of your discard piles and then it's my turn. Kings and, of course, jokers are wild. The first one to get rid of the stack of thirty wins." "That sounds easy enough." "It is, but there is a catch: you can't substitute an ace, a seven, or a queen with a wild card." "I see. It still doesn't sound too hard." "It's not supposed to be hard. It's supposed to be fun." "My bad." "Wanna try it?" "Sure, but you deal." "I can do that." They played that game for a few hours before John taught Andrew one his favorite games and they played that. They had a great time chatting while they played and before they knew it, it was two o'clock in the afternoon. "Man, I'm hungry!" "Me too! Want to try the restaurant for lunch?" "Sounds good." As they took the lightly swinging lift down, Andrew's apprehensiveness returned. He had almost forgotten they had been in a tree all day. They climbed into John's car and made their way back to the restaurant across from the front office. Andrew had been so preoccupied with Duncan's arrival yesterday evening that he hadn't even noticed the restaurant then. It reminded him of that famous New York diner with the huge curving window, large counter, and red leather stools, but this was painted in pastel greens. It was very art deco, but so clean and bright that Andrew couldn't imagine it actually being that old. And yet, the details were all there: bright chrome window trim, a sign that had enough neon to fit in at Las Vegas, and even porthole windows in the doors. "Wow," Andrew breathed. "How did I not see this before?" "I don't know," laughed John. "What do you think?" "So retro! So cool!" "Thank you! Hopefully you like the inside as much." A little bell above the door dinged when they walked in and a voice called out "Be right with you, hon!" from behind the drinking fountain. Andrew quickly decided the interior was as nice as the outside. The floor was a white and silver terrazzo, the tables were a soft gray, and all the upholstery was a dark blue, and everything was trimmed in chrome. Even the wall facing the eating counter was a wall that looked like quilted chrome. A large older lady in a red dress with a bright white apron came out from around the soda fountain and promptly lit up when she recognized John. "Johnny!" she exclaimed happily. "Where have you been? Not hiding from me, I hope? You know I worry about you so when you don't come by!" She wrapped him into a very motherly bear hug, though she never stopped talking as she did so. In fact, it seemed like she didn't need to stop for breath. "You are looking as big and strong as ever, I see, so at least you are eating well. You knew I was going to ask because you know I always do! My, my, my, it's been more than a month, my boy. Far, far, far too long! The way you keep me hoping and praying, I say! Well, that's all water under the bridge now, isn't it, honey? You're here now, and that's all that matters! Now who is your handsome friend here?" "Mabel, this is my boyfriend Andrew." "Boyfriend? My, my, my! Pleased to make your acquaintance, Li'l Andy, I'm sure! Any friend of Johnny's is a friend of mine, and if you are his boyfriend, well, well, well, that practically makes you family! Yes indeed, family is the right word around here! I'm so very delighted to meet you!" "Mabel," Johnny interrupted skillfully into her word stream, "He prefers Andrew." "Oh! Andrew! Quite right, quite right! Well, you don't have to tell me twice! You know my mind is a steel trap when it comes to people, and no one gets forgotten here, I assure you! What was I thinking? You are way too grown up to be an Andy anyway. I mean who would ever go around calling a grown man Andy after all? And you are dressed so fine I really should have known you had to be an Andrew. An Andy would never be successful enough to be such a smart dresser." As she spoke, she grabbed a couple menus from a pocket in the wall and led them to a table on the far end from where the few other customers were seated, chattering away the entire time. "Now have a seat here and look over the menu. I already know what you are going to order," she said, poking John in the shoulder with one of here long red nails before she turned to Andrew. "But you haven't been here before, so take your time and if you have any questions, just let me know. I know just about everything around here, of course. You would too if you'd been here as long as me. I'll be the last one standing, I always say, and so far it's true, my pretty boy, so far it's true. Now I need to check on my other tables, but I will be back, mark my word!" And off she went. Both John and Andrew were silent for a moment as she hurried away. "Wow!" exclaimed Andrew. "Yes, she is something, isn't she?" John agreed. "I probably should have warned you, but I love her to death." "Me too, and I don't even know her yet." "She is genuine and big hearted. Everyone loves her. In fact, there was a time when the campground was struggling and we were thinking about shutting down entirely, but she single-handedly drew in customers to the restaurant every single night, so we decided to double down and update insteadÑstarting here. She used to talk about how much she loved what everything was like when she first started working here, so we decided to undo the so-called modernizing upgrades we had done and bring it back to what she liked about it. She was thrilled and so were the customers. Business jumped and it started bringing people back into the campground itself, so it all worked out." "And you owe it all to her?" "Mostly, for sure. Speaking of, she's on her way back for your order now. Know what you want?" "Not really, but I'll come up with something." When Mabel made it back to the table, Andrew tried to cut her short before she got to talking again. "So I'm having a hard time deciding, Mabel. What's the best thing here?" "Well now, Mister Andrew, it really depends on what you like, it does, but all our burgers are wonderful. They actually season the meat itself, not just grind out some boring old meat like most places do. Of course, I always order mine without onions because I have to talk to people and who wants onion breath blown at them? Not me, so I always say no to the onions on everything, But I will say you have to have the spicy waffle fries. Are you okay with spicy? Good, `cuz they actually have heat to them. Not everyone likes that, but all the people who do rave about them. Why, I have people come in from three states away just for our double cheeseburger and spicy waffle fries. They really are that good! Of course, if you aren't in the mood for a burger, you can always get chicken strips. These aren't those ridiculous nugget things. Why I don't think they are even half chicken really. They certainly don't taste like it anyways. But our strips are so good that other restaurants keep ordering them and trying to figure out our recipe. They'll never figure it out, I guarantee it! That's my own contribution, it is! And damned if I ever tell a soul my secret. Oh, listen to me go on and on. I'm sorry, cutie pie. I'll be washing my mouth out with soap for that one, I assure you! But before that, what'll you have?" "I'll go for the double cheeseburger with those spicy waffle fries you suggested, please." "No problem, hon, I'll just put the order in and it'll be out before you know it! Oh! I almost forgot! What can I get you to drink? We've got fountain sodas, naturally, along with a bunch of popular random drinks. In factÑ" and she leaned forward conspiratoriallyÑ "we also have adult beverages if you'd prefer. Strictly speaking, it's from the bar out back and not the diner, but you are rather well connected around here, so I'd be happy to get you something if you want." "Actually, I'm good with some fountain root beer if you have it." "Have it? Why we brew the root beer ourselves, and you will love it, I promise!" And off she went again. "You brew your own root beer here too?" "Apparently," laughed John. "She is honest as a judge, so we must, but there is no way to keep up with that woman." "I can imagine!" "I think you can see why we named this place `Mabel's' in her honor." "You did?" "Of course we did! She's put more into this restaurant than any of us and she's why people come back, so it was only fitting." Andrew's eyes welled up with tears. John's expression suddenly turned to concern. "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry. It's just so amazing that you'd honor her like that." "I wish we could do more; we owe her a lot." "I'm not used to people honoring anyone who isn't dead already." John softened. "I know what you mean, but it's the right thing to do, so that's what I'll do for as long as I can do it. I'm glad you're on board, too." "I'm totally on board with that. Besides, what would I do instead? Complain about everyone else?" "Well that would be the normal thing these days." "Screw normal!" John leaned forward. "As long as I get to screw you too," he answered in an intensely quiet voice. "I'm always game to screw with you." Andrew countered louder. John's eyes danced in merriment as Mabel's arm was suddenly delivering Andrew's root beer from over his shoulder as he spoke. Andrew paled and then blushed as he realized there was no way Mabel missed his commentÑor the meaning behind it. She did not flinch in the slightest though, setting John's drink in front of him before addressing them both. "Okay, you two. Your food should be up in just a few minutes, but in the meantime, behave yourselves!" Then she winked at them and turned back toward her other tables. Andrew barely caught her muttering to herself as she went: "My sexy little gay boys..." ********* What do you think happens next? :) 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