Date: Wed, 05 Aug 2020 01:03:31 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 3

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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 3

"You made it!" John cried exuberantly, "Jump in and cool off!"

"I didn't bring a swimsuit or a towel," Andrew protested lamely.

"That's ok, you are already wearing shorts and you brought jeans to change
into, so why not? You know you want to!"

"ButÉ" began Andrew dubiously.

"Just take off your shirt and shoes and get in already," said John. "Don't
make me come out and drag you in."

"Fine! You win!" replied Andrew. He kicked off his shoes and socks and
walked up to the water to stick a foot in.

"Yikes! That's cold!"

"Only because you are overheating from that climb, now take off that shirt
and get over here," John insisted. "I want to show you something."

Andrew reconsidered punching John as he removed his t-shirt and put it on
top of his shoes. He shivered as he waded over to where John was waiting
for him.

"Now what do you want to show--"

John suddenly grabbed him by the waist and hauled him over on his side and
dunked him in the water.

"Hey!" sputtered Andrew as he came back up. "What was that for?"

"That was for taking too long," John said with twinkle in his eye.

"Oh yeah?" Andrew retorted as he launched himself shoulder-first into
John's stomach knocking him over into the water.

"Why youÉ" sputtered John as he came back up. "I'll get you for that!"

"Promises, promises," laughed Andrew as he danced out of John's reach.

"Oh, I make good on every promise I make," replied John. "It's a matter of
personal pride."

"Well you know what they say: `pride goes before a fall.'"

"Do they now? Well let's see if we can make that true!"

While John was speaking, Andrew had apparently stepped on a loose rock and
found himself slightly off-balance, which gave John the opening he needed
and he lunged for Andrew as quick as a flash, and down they both went.

As they grappled with each other, Andrew reveled in the feel of John's taut
and toned muscles under his perfectly pelted skin. It was distracting
enough that John was able to catch him unaware and shove him underwater
more than a few times. Andrew was normally pretty competitive, but he
didn't mind losing on this occasion because it meant more direct contact
with his companion. He tried valiantly not to steal glances and
"inadvertently" brush John's package while they played in the pool. He
failed.

Being this close to him was intoxicating and the heft of what was between
John's legs did nothing to dissuade Andrew from his efforts. He knew
without checking that he was more than half hard himself. John rewarded him
for his musings with another trip below the water lineÉ

 They sparred, trading splashes, dunks, and topplings until they were both
laughing and gasping for breath.

"Now that was fun," laughed John. "I haven't had a proper water fight in
years!"

"Me neither," laughed Andrew as they waded back onto dry land. Andrew made
it a point to keep ahead of John to try and hide his fledgling boner.

"My cousins and I would play here when we were little, and it was always a
good time," John said as he made his way to the Jeep.

"So, your family has had this place for a while then?"

"Since before even my grandparents were born, yes. Apparently, an ancestor
of mine made it out West to avoid the Civil War and staked his claim
here. Back in those days, you could own a property just by living on it for
a while," replied John, pulling towels out of one of the lockboxes in the
back of the Jeep and handing one to Andrew.

"He fell in love with this area and built a little shack not too far from
here. He did a lot of trapping and would work at some of the local
farms. In fact, that's where he met my however-many-greats grandmother: she
was the daughter of one of the farmers he worked for and they hit it
off. As evidenced by the long line of family living here, I guess."

While John was talking, Andrew was trying to dry off pretending not to
obviously stare at the handsome man toweling himself off just a few feet
away. Now that he was standing there just wearing board shorts that clung
to his body, John had never looked sexier. He could clearly see from the
broad thighs that John was not one to skip Leg DayÑor any other day at
the gym from what he could tell. Andrew could not get enough of John's
perfect fur. Rivulets of water flowed from his head down the side of his
neck, and then down over those solid pecs where they marked their passage
by making tracks in his chest hair. A few lines ended by dripping off his
nipples, but most continued down his stomach to his shorts, around that
noticeable bulge in the middle, and down until they dripped from the edge
of his shorts onto his feet, where they joined the water rolling down from
his legs.

"That is pretty awesome actually," commented Andrew. "I don't know of many
places that have stayed within a family that long."

"Well it helped that my family has something of a tradition of big
families, so there was always at least one who wanted to keep it," John
said, laughing. His hair got lighter as he rubbed it dry with the towel,
returning it to that chestnut brown on top and the more golden tones over
the rest of him as the towel moved downÉ

"No kidding! I can't even imagine that."

"That's right," answered John. He scrubbed his shorts as dry as he could
with the towel before he bent over at the waist to get his legs. "You only
have two siblings, right?"

"Yeah, just a sister and a little brother for me," Andrew replied, now
mesmerized by John's broad back and shoulders as he watched the muscles
moving to dry off his feet.

"There was a time that I dreamed of being in a family that small," admitted
John. "But looking back, I wouldn't trade my family for anything."

"Well, like I said, I can't even imagine it."

John stood up straight and draped his towel over the roll bar of the Jeep
to let it dry in the warm evening air.

He looked over at Andrew, who was still drying off, and chuckled. "Are you
about done with that, or what?"

"Yeah, almost," said Andrew, who had just barely shaken himself out of his
reverie.

"Good. Could you hang it next to mine when you are done?"

"Of course!"

"Cool," said John. "Then we can eat. I don't know about you, but I'm kind
of starving."

"I didn't think to bring any food," said Andrew. "I thought this was a road
trip, remember?"

"Not to worry," chuckled John. "I think I've got you covered."

There was that humorous twinkle in his eye again, thought Andrew. "Why do I
keep getting the impression that you have all these inside jokes I don't
get?"

"I'd have to say that it's because you are observant and smart."

"What?"

"And your favorite word is back for an encore!" laughed John. "You heard
me. Just stick with me and you will soon be on the inside just like me, I
promise."

His gleam was unmistakable now. What is he up to? wondered Andrew as John
grabbed yet another lockbox.

"Okay, while you finish up with your slow-motion drying program, (Andrew
made a face at him) I'm going to set up lunch right over here," John said,
walking around to the front of the Jeep.

Andrew finally finished drying himself off and was about to hang up his
towel, when he suddenly remembered that he was still wearing wet underwear
under his somewhat-dried-off shorts. He groaned inwardly. This just won't
do. He reached for the box containing his jeans and pulled them out. He
quickly shucked his wet things and pulled on his jeans. He wasn't used to
freeballing, but it was better than wet shorts. Of course, anything is
better than wet underwear except for wet socks according to Andrew. He
stashed his wet things in "his" lockbox and put the towel in place on the
roll bar.

Andrew walked to the front of the Jeep to find John had laid out a classic
red and white checkered tablecloth and set out an impressive spread for
lunch. He had little ham canapŽs with olives on top, chicken salad and
swiss croissant sandwiches, some kind of green soup (he later discovered
was cucumber gazpacho), and peppermint brownies for dessert.

"What is all this?" asked a surprised Andrew.

"Um, it's called lunchÉ"

"But it looks so fancy!"

"Is that not allowed?"

"I'm just surprised," admitted Andrew. "It really looks amazing!"

"Well sit down and try some," said John with a welcoming sweep of his
arm. "Hopefully it tastes amazing too."

He dug in and wasn't sure if it was partially because he was so hungry, but
he couldn't remember a better feast.

"Hey, slow down there, champ!" exclaimed John. "You're going to make
yourself sick if you eat that fast!"

Andrew nodded and consciously slowed down to make sure he was actually
chewing his food. "It's just all so delicious," he said when he had
swallowed his latest bite. This is like a collection of favorites for me."

"That was the idea," chuckled John.

"You mean you chose all of these for me?"

"I sure did."

"But how did you know?"

"You're not the only one who tries to be observant, joker. We've been out
to eat several times now, and I pay attention to what you order. I also
listen when you talk, so I have a fair idea of what you like by now. I just
hope it's up to par for you."

"I'm not as picky as all that, but this is incredible! Where did you find
all of it? I've never been able to find restaurants that do these things
this well."

"I have the World Wide Web at my beck and call whenever I need it, so I
just did a little digging and voila, there it all was!"

"But where did you order it from?"

"I didn't order anything," John replied.

Andrew stopped with another canapŽ halfway to his mouth. "You mean you
MADE all this?"  "Dude, you're getting weird. Of course I made it!"

"I had no idea at all you could cook!"

"In a big family, everyone learns to cook. I happen to enjoy it. In fact,
the hard part for me is not making things in bulk for the masses, so this
was fun. I felt like it was more food art than real cooking."

"It certainly looks like art and tastes even better. I can't believe you
did this for me." Andrew's eyes started welling up with tears.

"Well believe it, because I did. I wanted to give you back some of the joy
you have given me."

"But I haven't done anything!"

"You don't have to do anything at all, you just have to be you. It is who
you are that I find so amazing. Your friendly nerdy humor, your insight,
your wonder, your acceptance of all kinds of people and letting them be who
they are (even the strange ones), your optimismÑI love just being around
you."

Andrew had a lump in his throat now, so he put down his sandwich and just
tried not to cry. He had never felt like he was worth much, let alone all
this. And now this sweet stunning man was telling Andrew he valued him and
respected him for things Andrew couldn't even see in himself. It was too
much.

"I'm not worth all thatÉ" Andrew started.

John moved behind him and wrapped his strong arms around Andrew's shoulders
drawing him close as his tears started to fall.

"Yes, you absolutely are worth it, Andrew."

John continued to hold him tightly as Andrew broke into sobs.

What has come over me? Andrew asked himself silently. This is not me: I do
not do this! Why am I crying? Now John is going to think I'm just a basket
case. But I can't stop crying. This is so embarrassing! But having his arms
around me feels so right!...

After what seemed like forever, the sobbing subsided. Andrew felt drained
and more than a little embarrassed for having completely broken down like
that in front of John. He wiped the last of his tears from his eyes with
the heel of his hand.

"I'm sorry, John. I don't know what came over me. I don't usually put on
that kind of a show.

"No? What kind of show do you usually put on?"

"One without waterworks, I guess," Andrew chuckled. "I honestly can't even
remember the last time I cried."

"Well if you can't remember when it was, then you were WAY overdue for it,"
replied John. "How are you feeling now?"

"Good, but a little embarrassed if I'm honest."

"Honesty is all I ask," said John.

"I kind of feel like I weigh twenty pounds less somehow."

"Yay for weight loss programs!" laughed John.

Truthfully, Andrew felt better than good with John's arms still wrapped
tightly around him. He would be content to stay here forever feeling the
warmth emanating from John's chest against his back. Andrew could feel
John's breath against his neck, and he decided there was no place he would
rather be.

His fears of alienating John with his emotional outburst subsided the
longer they stayed like this. Maybe he hadn't freaked John out after all.

"Thank you for putting up with me. I'm sure this scenario wasn't on your
agenda for the evening."

"No worries at all, man. I admit I wasn't expecting it, but I'm just going
to take it as indication of a job well done."

"A what?"

"Oh come on," answered John. "You don't think I did all this for no reason,
did you?"

"Well, no, I guess not. In fact, that reminds me: what was the errand you
brought me along for?"

"Seriously? I think it is more of a mission than an errand. Or was,
anyway. I wanted to spend time with you at a deeper level than we've done
so far. Mission accomplished?"

"Mission definitely accomplished," Andrew agreed.

"Awesome." John paused for a few moments before he continued. "So, I have a
question for you."

"Yeah?"

"Would you be open to officially being boyfriends? I am happy to just be
your friend if that's all you are open to, butÑ"

"Absolutely yes!" exclaimed Andrew. He covered the arms encircling him with
his own in a feeble attempt to hug John from his position of sitting in
front of him.

"Awesome," John repeated.

Andrew leaned his head back against John, and John leaned forward a little
bit more to kiss the side of Andrew's neck.

"I can't tell you how happy I am right now," John whispered into Andrew's
ear before moving his attention back to Andrew's neck.

Andrew melted even more at the contact.

"Me too," he said. "But you still might be able to tell how happy I amÉ"

With that, Andrew took one of John's hands and placed it over his heart so
he could feel it race.

"Now that you mention it, you might be able feel how mine beats for you
too," said John as he pulled Andrew even tighter up against his chest.

Andrew could definitely feel the pit-pat-pit-pat of John's pulse through
his back. In fact, in an odd way, it felt like they were enmeshed together
and were sharing the beat of one strong heart. He had never felt this close
to anyone before.


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