Date: Tue, 11 Aug 2020 21:11:26 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Manwith the Jeep, Chapter 4

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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 4

After a little while, John loosened his grip.

"Well, bud, I hate to move, but it's time we got going."

"Do we really have to leave?"

"I'm afraid so: it will get too dark to drive back down unless we leave
now."

"But I like it here."

John laughed. "Me too, but we aren't set for an overnight stay tonight."

Andrew sighed to himself. 'So much for forever,' he mused.

John got up and started to gather the remains of lunch back into the
lockbox.

"Still working on that sandwich?"

"Yeah, I'll finish it off."

Andrew reflected on what had happened. His unexpected breakdown led to one
of the most intimate moments he had ever had. 'Well, I did want to get to
know him better,' he thought. 'Mission definitely accomplished. Of course,
I may have shown more of myself than I intended to, but John certainly
stepped up to the plate with understanding and didn't seem to be phased. In
fact, he seemed to revel in being supportive. That is definitely not common
in my experience. In my experience, the guy goes quiet, says some
platitudes, and disappears. But John asked me to be his!'

"Hey Andrew! Did you grab your shoes already?"

"Um, no but I can get them."

"Cool. I think I've got about everything else taken care of."

Andrew got up and walked back to the pool to grab his shoes and socks. Even
without John standing in the middle of it, this was truly a beautiful spot.

'I definitely want to spend more time here,' Andrew thought to
himself. 'Maybe John will bring me this way again.'

He walked back to the old Jeep that John was already in.

"Promise me we can come back here sometime."

"Of that I can assure you," John said. "We will be back."

Satisfied, Andrew clambered aboard and down the trail they went.

When they came to the "outhouse," John pulled off the trail a little bit.

"Pit stop," he said with a grin.

"Good idea," said Andrew. "By the way, what's the story with this? This
seems really out of place here!"

"Well this was my contribution to the place actually," John said
proudly. "Everyone who has owned the property has put his or her own stamp
on it in some way, and this is mine. And who says you need a particular
location for a nice wetroom?"

"Wet room? Who calls it a wet room? I've heard bathroom, restroom, even
toilet, but wet room?"

"Well in my defense, there is no bath and I wouldn't say people really rest
in it. And I've never liked calling a room a toilet, soÉwet room."

"I see."

As they walked inside, Andrew was again taken aback by the incongruity of
the inside from what could be seen outside.

"This is pretty incredible."

"Why thank you! There is so much more to it than you can see, too."

"Like what?"

"Nuh uh: you will just have to wait until next time and see," answered John
with a devilish grin. "For now, just do your business so we can get going."

Andrew did as requested, but his curiosity had returned with a vengeance
and his thoughts didn't slow down just because John told him to hurry up.

All this investment and care had to have been done for more than just to
avoid using an outhouse. And the finishes and attention to detail could not
have been cheap to do. He just couldn't get over how nice this place was.

Andrew met up with John at the sink to wash his hands.

"I can't stop thinking about the mystery of this place," Andrew admitted to
John as he stood at the adjacent faucet.

"That makes me happy," John beamed. "I was kind of hoping it would inspire
that love of mystery you have. But let's go; it's time to take your mind
out of the bathroom."

Andrew groaned in response.

"Oh come on, you had to appreciate that one! It fit perfectly!"

"Whatever, you dork!"

They climbed back into the Jeep and headed down the path.

John proved just as adept going downhill as he was going up, controlling
the old machine as smoothly as if he were part of it. Andrew was once again
captivated watching John's leg muscles bulge and relax as he worked the
clutch. He loved seeing his arm muscles flex and ripple with every movement
of the wheel and the shifter. He wanted nothing more than to have them in
his hands, feeling their warmth and their strength under his fingers. Or to
watch them flex and move above him under that sexy fur of his as theyÑ

"Watcha thinkin' about over there?" John suddenly broke into his daydream.

"Oh! Um, nothing," Andrew stammered.

"Uh huh," said John, with a knowing smirk.

There was absolutely no doubt this time: Andrew could feel the burn in his
face that told him he was bright red.

"You know, you're pretty cute when you're busted," John said, still smiling
at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Andrew insisted, pretending he
wasn't blushing to his hairline.

"That's okay, sexy, but I'm pretty sure I do."

Andrew felt everything unraveling again and quickly turned his attention in
the other direction, unaware that now John was finding his own difficulties
concentrating. With Andrew freeballing, his rock hard cock was on clear
display for John to appreciate. Oh yes, he knew what Andrew was thinking
about! And now he was tooÑnot that he hadn't been all dayÉ

In an effort to move on from his embarrassment, Andrew was again taking in
the environment. With the different direction and deeper shadows, it was
like a completely new trip from the one they had taken earlier that day. It
was just as enthralling for Andrew. The forest seemed moreÉserious was
maybe the right word. But his heart was still singing from lunch and being
with John, so it was with a pleasing satisfaction that he watched the birds
and small mammals playing in the dappled shade of the trees.

They reached the little clearing at the bottom of the trail just as the
afternoon was stretching itself into evening. They pulled around the last
tree and Andrew could see the "old" garage nestled under the trees. John
pulled up to the door and turned to Andrew.

"So, Mister Boy Scout, think you can start a fire over there?" John pointed
over to the middle of the clearing, where a few logs were placed in a
circle around some rocks that defined a fire pit not far from a line of
firewood. "I have some kindling in that box there that should help," John
said, pointing to yet another lock box in the Jeep.

"Jesus! Is there anything you don't have packed in these?"

"There is a reason I have so many," John chuckled. "Chalk it up to years of
experience, if you want."

"Yeah, okayÉ"

Andrew took the indicated box with him to the fire pit and began to set up
for the fire. He found not just kindling in the box, but also lighter fluid
and matches. Once Andrew had the kindling in place, he walked over to the
wood pile, selected a few logs to burn, and arranged them in the pit. He
sparked the kindling and coaxed it into actual flame. Just as the logs were
starting to catch, John walked up with a small packet in his hand.

"Looking good there! Maybe you actually WERE a Scout!"

Andrew looked up at him.

"I AM a Scout, thank you very much! Once an Eagle, always an Eagle. It
doesn't expire."

"My bad! I didn't know you could still be a Boy Scout once you weren't a
boy. Of course, now that you're MY boy, you could be my personal Boy
Scout!"

"You just don't quit, do you?"

"Why on earth would I do that?"

"Mercy?"

"Oh, that's a low blow, Fire Lighter."

"I always blow low, if you want to know."

"Oh, do you now?" asked John with one eyebrow cocked and a mischievous grin
on his face. "Do pray tell."

"Did you really just say that?"

"Apparently," John laughed.

Andrew loved that laugh. It wasn't chortle, or a guffaw, or a snicker. It
wasn't sharp and piercing or obnoxiously loud. It was just a genuine laugh
with an undercurrent of growl to it. Another perfect part of John.

Not sure how that laugh made him fall off his train of thought, Andrew
moved past the innuendo he was trying to cultivate and settled on admiring
John again. 'This is absolutely ridiculous,' he thought to himself. 'It's
like I'm that silly proverbial schoolgirl when he's around. I find myself
slipping from my normal thoughts and habits in favor of just thinking about
him. Not that I'm complaining at all, it's justÉdifferent.' He
remembered a line from an old Disney movie: "I'm sorry, but you've thrown
off the emperor's groove!" 'That perfectly describes John's affect on me. I
can't seem to keep it together. But I wouldn't trade it for anything,
either.'

John continued.

"So I brought a little something for dessert, but it's decidedly not as
fancy as lunch was."

"Let me guess: smores?"

"Well I thought about it, but I decided that was just a little too
predictable, so I settled on something else. They are called `Cinnamon
Rollups.' I know you're not super big on sugar, but I took a chance."

"I can't wait to try them. After that lunch, you've certainly earned some
trust on my end."

"I am so happy you said that, becauseÑwait, never mind. I was about to
go off again, and I think I will try to give you a break for a bit on
that," and John laughed again.

"You are all heart."

"Now who's spouting clichŽs?"

"What can I say? You're inspiring!"

"Hardy har har," John retorted, though he looked truly pleased. "Anyway,
these are more of a nostalgia thing for me. My family would light a bonfire
and all the cousins would sit around and make these."

John went over to one of the logs and rolled it back to reveal yet another
long metal box mostly buried underneath it. He opened it up and pulled out
two long chrome bars that split into two skewers near the end. On the
opposite side from the spikes, each bar had an open half sphere with a
leather-wrapped handle protruding in the opposite direction.

"Those look almost like rapiers," Andrew observed.

"I know, right? We used to get into trouble sword fighting with them," John
grinned. "My uncle Joe made them, and he was never happy about that. He
beat our butts every time we did it. Which was nearly every time we had a
bonfire, ha ha. He knew how to leave a good sting, that's for sure. Good
times. Anyway, what they are actually intended for is cooking things in the
fire without burning your hand."

"What a great idea," said Andrew.

"He has a lot of those. He thinks like an inventor."

"Is that what he does?"

"Only for fun. He makes a living as an accountant, so it makes sense that
he would want to do something tangible after work. Wait until you see his
house, it's got all kinds of fun stuff in it."

"He sounds like a cool guy."

"He is. He's inspired me to try to think outside the box about a lot of
things. I know you'll like him too. But for nowÉ"

John trailed off as he opened his little parcel and pulled out a package of
crescent rolls and a flat container of granules.

"So we pop open these rolls and wrap them around the skewers before we kind
of roll them around in this sugar and cinnamon. Then we just bake them over
the fire until they look right."

"Crescent rolls? Really? Why not just get the cinnamon rolls and roast
those?"

"Because they don't stay on the stick as well," John answered. "I tried
that once. It did not work at all."

So they set about making their rolls and then sat next to each other
rotating their spits in the fire.

"You know what would also be nice?"

"What's that?"

"Making something that you could rest your arms on while it cooked."

"I know what you mean. I'd hate to block the heat completely because then
you get cold and also it makes for an obstruction around the fire, which is
kind of lame, but maybe we can come up with something. Of course, there is
still no solution to the smoke, but at least there is no wind tonight, so
it's going straight up. That's a total bonus in my book."

It was nice to hear John making plans that included both of them. Visiting
his uncle and inventing things were not really short-term suggestions. And
it reassured Andrew that John might not change his mind when they got back
to town.

"I'd like that," Andrew finally replied.

John described a couple of his more memorable sword fight escapades while
they finished up the treats before he abruptly stopped.

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away getting all sentimental there. I hope
it wasn't too boring for you."

"No, it was nice."

"I'm glad to hear that," John replied. "But you know what's even nicer?"

"What's that?"

"Being here with you. I just love it."

And with that, he reached his arm around Andrew and tucked him in close to
his side. Andrew let himself be taken in and rested his head against John's
shoulder.

"Me too," Andrew murmured happily. "Very much."

They sat like that for a while just enjoying the closeness and warmth from
the encroaching cool night air. It had gotten dark by this time, and the
flames had died down a bit but were still casting reddish hues on
everything and forming endlessly changing shapes as it crackled away. The
heat it produced had dropped from furnace level to a throbbing almost
sub-sensory radiance. It was absolutely wonderful.

Just like the man whose solid arms were now wrapped around him. Andrew
sighed to himself. Oh yes, he officially decided, he could be content with
this guy. He could feel the warmth from his body, smell what must have been
a light cologne or aftershave, and even somehow hear his heartbeat through
his shoulder.

He had been staring at him pretty much all day, so rather than moving his
head from John's shoulder, he pictured that part of John's body in his
head. His strong-but-not-quite-square jaw over his solid neck where it met
his collarbone making that sideways vee that thrust out towards his
shoulder in tandem with that thick trapezius that tapered down toward his
arm from behind his neck. And just below where that vee and his neck
connected was that glorious fur. God, he was stunning.

John's thoughts weren't very far removed from Andrew's. He was thinking how
fortunate he was to have found this kind, sexy guy who laughed at so many
of his cheesy jokes. He was so unassuming and humble, it was clear he had
no idea how attractive he was. His personality was so warm once you got him
to open up a little bit. It was clear he had a big heart that had been
battered before and was now afraid to show. John was determined to make
that heart flourish in security.

And Andrew had such a hot body! So lithe and toned and flawless. John loved
how lean he was and his smooth perfect skin. And those captivating crystal
blue eyes! He was going to keep him forever, that was for sure. He was
never more certain of anything.


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