Date: Mon, 10 Jan 2022 23:20:18 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 31

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The Man with the Jeep

Chapter 31


John's beaming face appeared over Duncan's shoulder and he winked at
Andrew.

With their eyes locked together, Andrew felt John's cock slide against his
own as he rammed his rod deep into Duncan's double-stuffed hole. As John
pulled back, Andrew shoved himself deeper. They traded strokes with each
other as Duncan gasped for breath from above.

"You okay up there?" Andrew asked, tearing his eyes from John's to check on
Duncan.

Duncan looked down at him with a glazed look in those bright green eyes.
They cleared for one instant as he grinned and then he promptly shot a huge
load onto Andrew's face and chest. With every rope shot, his
ass--incredibly--clenched even tighter, locking both cocks inside him.

It was too much for Andrew, and he started shooting an instant after
Duncan, flooding his channel with seed.

The extra lube from Andrew's load and Duncan's squeezing sent John over the
edge within two strokes, when his spunk joined Andrew's inside Duncan and
then leaked out to pool on Andrew's groin.

John's last cumming thrust knocked Duncan off balance and toppled him right
on top of Andrew. Their sweaty chests slid and heaved against each other as
they fought to catch their breaths. Duncan grunted into Andrew's neck as
John's tool continued to surge and swell in pulses as it expelled the last
of its treasure into the warm confines of the rectum it was buried in.

"Oh my god," moaned Duncan. "That was so hot!"

Andrew could only nod. It was too much for words.

Duncan turned his head and gave Andrew a tentative kiss on the cheek before
Andrew moved his lips to meet Duncan's. Not nearly as hesitant as Duncan's
little peck, but still gentle and soft.

A moment later, Duncan pulled back a little bit so he could look into
Andrew's eyes.

"How was that for you? I wanted to sample that pecker of yours when I first
saw it wake up yesterday morning," he said with a wink. "So when Master
Johnny suggested I come over, there was no way I was going to say no!"

"Wait, this was his idea?"

"Well you didn't think I'd just sneak in here without permission, did you?"
Duncan seemed genuinely startled for a moment before he clearly did a
double take. "Are you into that? Because I'm not opposed toÑ"

"All right," John interposed with a laugh. "That's enough, you little
rascal!"

"Yes, sir," Duncan replied.

Andrew could feel John ease his still half-hard cock out of Duncan. Duncan
sighed at the withdrawal.

Andrew wasn't at full mast anymore either, but that didn't keep Duncan's
resilient ass from resuming its warm gripping clutch around it.

John came around the side of the bed, and Duncan leaned over sideways to
take John's tool into his mouth. He expertly drew it in and sucked on it
before gently backing off it, using his tongue to make sure it was
absolutely clean.

When finished, he sat back up and licked his lips.

"I can taste you both, and I love it," Duncan declared. "You two taste good
together."

"I'm glad you approve," chuckled John.

"I do!" Duncan said as he leaned down for another kiss with Andrew.

"You're good at that too," Duncan said wistfully after the kiss had
ended. He turned to John. "I see why you've kept him to yourself!"

"Do you?" John replied with a humorous quirk to his eyebrow.

"Definitely. I wish I could stay longer, but I need to be somewhere soon."
He sighed.

"Need a shower before you leave?" Andrew offered.

"Oh, no; I'm good. But I can't leave you dirty."

He leaned back down and proceeded to lick and kiss Andrew's face and neck
until there was no trace of cum splatter. Then he sensuously stroked
Andrew's body, collecting every bit of the cum just starting to dry. He
gathered it into his hands and smeared his own chest with it before
returning to Andrew's body to find more. He eased himself off Andrew's cock
to get in a better position to claim the puddle at Andrew's groin and
slathered himself up with that as well.

"Okay, I don't see any more, but I'm not quite finished."

He scooted down to the very foot of the bed and then took Andrew's dick in
his mouth just as he had John's earlier. After he had diligently cleaned it
with his mouth (and brought Andrew back to a solid state), he looked up at
John, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod.

"My work is done here then, but if you need anything more, just holler," he
said with another wink to Andrew.

He quickly pulled on his shorts, threw his arms into his unbuttoned shirt
sleeves, slid his feet into his sandals, and took the few steps to the door
of the lift. He turned again as he drew the door open.

"Thanks again; that was fun!" he said with a cheery smile as he
absentmindedly stroked his dried-cum-covered chest. He hopped in and was
gone.

John had been holding Andrew's hand ever since he had walked up, and now
pulled it up to his lips and tenderly kissed it before looking into
Andrew's eyes.

"How are you really? Were you okay with that?"

"Yeah," Andrew said. "I'm kind of surprised about that too. I didn't think
I would be."

"I know I took a risk by not telling you ahead of time, but I was sure
you'd enjoy it and to be honest, I was afraid that if I'd asked, you'd have
said no."

"I probably would have," Andrew answered honestly. "I'm kind of glad you
didn't ask me, but I hope this doesn't start a precedent..."

"I hear you. I really do. If you remember though, I did sound you out to
make sure it wasn't more than you could handle."

"I suppose you did," Andrew admitted.

"I really don't want to make you uncomfortable. Maybe explore your
boundaries a little bit, but let me know if I ever go too far. I really do
love you and I don't want to jeopardize that in any way."

"Fair enough."

John's other hand found its way to Andrew's boner and gently stroked the
velvety steel.

"You really are always horned up, aren't you?"

"Maybe..." Andrew said with a blush.

"I love that about you! What did you think of Duncan? Did you like playing
with him better or less so than you thought?"

"He's as hot as I'd imaginedÑand maybe more fun."

"He's always good at fun, I assure you. In fact, sometimes I have to reign
him in because he will get carried away and get stupid."

"What? Duncan?" Andrew asked in mock surprise. "He seems so serious and
stable though!"

"He's the surfer's poster boy." John laughed. "He really is as laid back as
he seems."

"Sometimes I wish I was like that," Andrew said. "I take way too much too
seriously."

"Maybe a tiny bit," John admitted. "I'm convinced you just need to learn
how to relax, that's all. But you wouldn't be you if you were all
loosey-goosey all the time. You wouldn't be passionate about the things you
care about. And that's what I love most of all: you really care about
thingsÑlots of thingsÑand it makes you a better person than most
people."

"Oh, come onÑ"

"No, I mean it! Do you know how hard it is to find people who care enough
about their job just to do the basics? Everyone seems intent on cutting
corners, or drama, or self-promotion, or greed, or who-knows-what and they
are completely distracted from what they are supposed to be doing. Now most
folks just want to be paid for their time rather than their effort. You, my
friend, are nothing like that. I would make up a position just to hire you
if I could."

"Really?"

"Absolutely!"

"Any organization is only as good as the people working there."

John paused a moment, took a deep breath, and smiled.

"Well, I don't know how we ended up talking about that," he laughed. "I
wanted to see if you had a good time with Duncan."

"I did."

"Good! Now what shall we do next?"

"I'm actually kind of tired."

"I hear ya. How about a nice hot shower and some shut-eye?"

"Sounds perfect."

"You can shower first if you want," John offered.

"All by myself?"

"Yeah, like a big boy," John joked.

"I don't know about that," Andrew said pretend-doubtfully. "What if I slip
or drown?"

"Well, I will be there in just a sec and I will take good care of you."

"Promise?"

"Always!" John affirmed with a grin. "Cross my heart and hope to die!"

Andrew went to start the shower while John texted housekeeping for a quick
linen swap on the bed.

John made it into the bathroom and closed the door just as the water had
warmed and Andrew stepped under the spray. John hopped right in behind him
and wrapped his arms around Andrew.

"See? I'm not going to let you go!"

"Mmm," was Andrew's response as he leaned back into the strong man holding
him.

They stood like that for a while, just enjoying the closeness and the warm
water cascading down their bodies.

"Well, we aren't ever going to finish if we just stand here, I suppose,"
said John as he reached for the soap.

He lathered it up in his hands and began to soap Andrew down, giving him
something of a rub down as he went. He ignored the ever-present hard-on and
settled on just washing this time. When he was finished with the soap, he
thoroughly rinsed it all off before reaching for the shampoo to lather and
massage into his lover's scalp. When he was finished, he gave Andrew's butt
a swat and they swapped places so Andrew could return the favor.

Andrew once again thrilled with the feel of the hair and muscle under his
hands as he moved so different from his own and wished again he wasn't so
skinny. He was getting used to being completely hairless now, though it was
time to repeat that procedure if he wanted to keep it that way. If...

Through the entire experience, they didn't speak. They didn't need to.

Once Andrew was finished and they were both clean, they shut off the water
and lovingly dried each other off. When they returned to the bedroom, the
bed had been remade and the apartment had been straightened.

John noticed the confusion on his face and chuckled.

"I had housekeeping come while we were showering so we could sleep in clean
sheets."

"Oh! Nice!"

Andrew quickly slid under the covers, once again savoring the feel of the
soft sheets, the weight of the comforter, and the fluffy pillows. John
joined him a moment later and they wrapped their arms around each other in
a tight embrace.

"Thank you for another wonderful day," Andrew murmured.

"It was my pleasure, sexy," John replied.

Andrew turned himself around to happily spoon into John.

I could stay here forever, Andrew thought to himself, not for the first
time. In this moment, all was right with the world. With John's strong body
wrapped around him and his warm breath on his neck, he drifted off to
sleep.


Andrew awoke with a start, totally alert. He had no idea what time it was,
but it was still dark outside. He groaned inwardly: he hated waking like
this in the middle of the night because it always took forever to get back
to sleep. Normally, he'd just get up and putter around doing whatever
didn't take much mental energy, but he was in a vacation cabin, so there
really wasn't anything to do. Besides, John still had his arms around him,
so Andrew was quite satisfied staying where he was. He pondered the man
behind him.

John was so understanding it was almost scary. It was like he could somehow
read Andrew's mind and knew things about him he didn't even know about
himself. How was that possible?

Like with Duncan. Andrew would never have let himself even think of the
possibility of playing with him now that he had a boyfriend, let alone
setting up a rendezvous like they just had. And yet John had done it and
somehow Andrew wasn't even fazed by it. Surprised, definitely, but not put
off like he thought he would be.

Meanwhile, John seemed completely at ease with all that. Suddenly that made
Andrew just a little nervous. Would he expect that of Andrew? A one-off
fling with Duncan was one thing, but Andrew didn't see himself making this
sort of thing a regular occurrence. What if John wanted that to be the
norm? Could he handle that kind of lifestyle?

So far, John hadn't required that of him, so that was comforting at
least. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that John had
been pushing him to stretch his comfort zones all along. He had already
done so much more than he thought he would that it kind of made him wonder
what John might have up his sleeve for him next. Was he going to push too
far? Andrew was not about to be anyone's puppet, that was for sure! Not
even John's. He could and would push back if he needed to. He felt the
stirrings of steeling himself for future action.

He thought about that for a bit more before he realized that in almost
every case, John asked questions beforehand that kind of set the stage for
what was coming. Maybe he was overreacting after all. After all, John had
never pushed beyond Andrews's limits. And he had to admit that he had
enjoyed every moment of it. Maybe it wasn't so bad to be pushed. And John
had been very considerate of him at every step. It was like he knew from
experience when to press and when not to.

Experience. Andrew never thought of himself as the most well-versed lover
when it came to sex, but John seemed like a bottomless (ha!) source of new
discoveries. How did he come to know so much? How many guysÑor even
girlsÑhad he slept with to get where he was? Andrew realized he knew
very little about that.

They didn't really talk about the past too much besides family
things. Maybe he should just ask him. If John's track record up to now was
anything to go by, he probably wouldn't mind talking about it. Andrew may
have to stand firm and not let John get away with couching it as a puzzle
and making him figure it out on his own, but he was still confident he
could get John to open up a bit more.  But what if John had been with a lot
of people like Andrew was starting to suspect? He wasn't really worried
about John cheating on him or leaving him (mostly because he just assumed
from past experience that it was just a matter of time anyway), but if John
had been with a lot of guys, how would Andrew compare? He wasn't beefy or
muscular, that was for sure. Nor was he a cute little twink anymore. He
wasn't notably hairy or even scruffy really, and his current smoothness was
a kind of affectation rather than his natural state. He seemed to land
squarely in the middle somewhere. He didn't think his dick was anything
special either. He'd never be a porn star, but he liked to think it was at
least average. The only thing he was really pleased about himself
physically was that he landed pretty close to the six-foot mark in height:
not too short and not too tall. He would never stand out in a crowd on that
basis though.

What John saw in him still seemed a complete mystery to Andrew, though
John's repeated praises of his humor, perspective, and personality were
slowly starting to seep into his awareness. The classic quip about "having
a great personality" did nothing to assuage his insecurities.

John, on the other hand, seemed about perfect. Too perfect. Andrew was sure
the other shoe would drop before too long and he'd see his dark side. Then
would come the self-recriminations of how Andrew could possibly have missed
the signs along the way.

He sighed inwardly. This ruminating was getting him nowhere fast and he was
starting to slide into a negative space he didn't want to be.

With great effort, he pushed that train of thought off its tracks and
focused on remembering the fun they had just had with Duncan. And it was a
lot of fun, there was no denying that!

How had they pulled that off, anyway? Duncan must have arrived while he was
in the shower. Or maybe even beforehand. But how had Andrew not caught on?
He glanced at the mirror mounted to the sliding barn door of the bathroom
and saw that the bed had plenty of space underneath for Duncan to hide
himself behind the dust ruffle. Sneaky! There was no way for Andrew have
seen him, so that made him feel better.

He was starting to feel like he was not as astutely aware of his
surroundings (or his conversations with John either, for that matter) as he
liked to think. Even Sherlock Holmes could have missed the setup with
Duncan. He had long made a habit of emulating his childhood hero's
observation skills. It was reassuring that he wasn't suddenly clueless.

But he also had to admit to himself that it was such a turn-on to discover
the hot ginger was riding his cock. And the fact that John was enjoying it
exactly the same way...

Well, Andrew could feel his cock throb and knew it was probably leaking
pre-cum as he reminisced. He gently took the arm John had draped over him
and moved his hand so it was on his pulsing hard-on. Even without any
stroking, it felt so much better that way.

Judging from his deep breathing, John was still dead asleep, but his hand
seemed to have a mind of its own and wrapped itself around Andrew's dick in
a perfect grip. Andrew gently moved his hips just a bit to hump John's fist
to enjoy the feelings. He didn't want to cum in the clean sheets, but that
didn't mean he couldn't edge a bit.

At some point, Andrew's focus shifted and he slid back into sleep.


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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