Date: Fri, 12 Apr 2024 13:52:38 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 52

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The Man with the Jeep



Chapter 52

Any reply John might have made was impossible with the big pole stuffed in
his mouth, and with his head flat against the headboard, he had no power to
change that. Andrew had neatly orchestrated his little feat. In his
eagerness to watch his own cock slide into Andrew, John had maneuvered
himself into a compromised position. Even his arms were pinned down, and
now he couldn't move.

It was unexpected and hot. He was so worked up he thought his cock would
just erupt, but it didn't. It maddeningly just hovered on the very edge
giving him no release.

Andrew held his head against the headboard with both hands as he began to
thrust in and out of John's mouth. He didn't even start slow: it was full
intensity right out of the box, which was not like the Andrew John had come
to expect. No gradual ramp up, no sentimental or romantic dallying, no
effort made to let John acclimate to the situation.

The abrupt transition from the slow and easy attention given earlier to
this full-on pummeling could not have been more stark.

John was equal parts surprised and proud that Andrew let this side of him
out. His cock was so hard he thought it was going to explode. Sideways.

"Yeah, take that cock, Johnny Boy!" Andrew yelled.

John couldn't believe he heard those words come out of Andrew, let alone
the growling tone. Something had been let loose for sure!

Somewhere in the background from the hardcore face fucking he was getting,
he realized he had missed his own climax and no longer felt like his cock
was going to explode.

He shifted his attention to the long hard dick in his mouth, working his
tongue on it the best he could as it pistoned in and out. He couldn't help
grunting from the force of Andrew's thrusts, and John could feel the
reaction to his noises in the flesh within his mouth as it pulsed stronger.

He could hear Andrew's breath speeding up and knew he would be in for it
soon. Almost immediately, Andrew let out a roar (Andrew? Roar?!?) and
spewed his load deep down John's throat.

He knew there would be a good amount, and there certainly was. Unable to do
anything but take it, he did his best to swallow it as it came. He was only
marginally successful, as it dribbled out of the sides of his mouth as
Andrew continued to pump his pud.

It was a good thing his muscle memory allowed him to keep breathing under
the onslaught despite its abrupt start. There was something to be said for
experience!

Andrew finally stopped shooting, but again, there was no sag or gradual
withdrawal. He pounded every last drop of cum into John and then suddenly
didn't plunge back in.

Instead, he flipped around in one quick moment and swallowed John's cock in
one fell swoop. Again, there was no warning and no adjustment, just full
impalement, downing the heavy tool down to the root.

John could have sworn he had cum, but he was clearly still bone-hard and
was instantly back at the edge of shooting.

John gasped at the sudden change, but now that his arms weren't pinned, he
wasn't going to let Andrew have all the fun!

There, right in front of him, Andrew's little hole winked at him. John
pulled those cheeks apart and dove in like a starving man.

But rather than just start in with his tongue, John first leaned his head
back as far as he could and ground his stubbly chin into Andrew's smooth
ass, spreading all of Andrew's spunk that had escaped earlier around the
little crack. Only when all the cum was lavishly smeared around did John's
tongue start its attack, lapping at all the tasty cream as he bore down and
into Andrew's hole.

He could feel Andrew's gasp at his cock, and that was all it took for him
to lose it, shooting strongly into Andrew's warm and waiting mouth.

John didn't ease up as he kept feeding on Andrew's butt tasting Andrew's
load even as his own seed filled Andrew. He had no idea how long he kept
shooting, but the spasms in is cock continued for quite a while as he
continued to assault the tidy hole in front of him.

Andrew finally let John's cock free of his mouth and nuzzled his way down
into John's loose balls as he moaned with ecstasy at John's tongue talents.

A few moments later, John felt some hot splatter land on his chest, so he
reached one hand around and confirmed that Andrew was hard. Still? Again?
It didn't matter, but he somehow managed to shoot a second load mere
minutes after flooding John's mouth earlier. And his cock was apparently
super sensitive, because as soon as John felt the hard rigidity, Andrew
jumped all the way off the bed with a yelp.

John looked at him with surprise.

"SorÑI mean, wow!" Andrew exclaimed.

"Yeah!" John agreed. "Wow! I didn't see that coming at all! I don't know
what came over you, but that was amazing!"

Andrew blushed. "I just..." he started to say before trailing off.

"You just triggered some amazing sex," John supplied. "See? I knew you had
it in you!"

Andrew clearly didn't know what to say, but at least he was letting John
give him some praise.

"And you came a second time, too! I didn't know you could do that!"

"I usually can't that quickly..."

"Well, you did this time, and it was hot!"

Andrew blushed deeper.

"I think I did too," John added with a wink.

Andrew looked a little puzzled at that.

"I'm pretty sure you only came once," he said slowly. "I mean, it was a big
load for sure, and it kept cumming for a long time, but I don't think
that's the same thing..." he trailed off uncertainly.

"I could have sworn I came when you first shoved that log down my throat!"

Andrew blushed again, but managed to reply this time.

"All I know is there was no load down there when I flipped around. And
judging by how hard you shot in my mouth, I really doubt you could have
shot earlier."

"Oh! Well, either way, it was amazing from beginning to end, and that's all
I care about!"

Andrew humbly grinned in proud response.

"Now what say we shower off?"

"Sounds good to me!" Andrew agreed.

Still in the afterglow of the passionate session they had just had, they
made their way down to the bathroom and showered together, soaping each
other down and rinsing each other off before toweling each other dry.

"So what shall we do with the rest of our day?" John asked.

"I don't care as long as I get to spend it with you," Andrew answered.

"Okay, Captain Sappy, how about a movie then?"

"Sure."

After a few minutes, they decided on Queen Latifah's "Last Holiday" and
settled onto the couch together. Not in the mood to simply sit by his side,
Andrew had John lay out lengthwise across the deep couch, and then he
nestled in front of him little spoon-style.

They had both seen the flick before, so they only half paid attention to
it, being more conscious of the togetherness they shared as Andrew burrowed
into John, who had his arms wrapped around Andrew in a warm embrace.



A few hours later, Andrew gradually figured out he had fallen asleep. The
TV was looping its bright and happy menu track for the movie they had been
watching, and John was rumbling his soft snore in his ear, but his arms
still held Andrew tight. The light coming in from all the windows was
tinged gold, so it had to be late afternoon.

It didn't bother him at all.

Now that The Disclosure Talk was over, relaxation was the order of the
day. He didn't even bother to try to process John's revelations. That could
wait, and he wanted to be one hundred percent here right now. Securely
enveloped and completely connected to John was his happy place and would be
forevermore.

He recognized that before he began to spend time with John, his brain would
never stop thinking. Incessantly observing, calculating, and
planning. "Overthinker" could be his middle name. But John had grounded him
somewhere along the way and he was learning to let go sometimes and just
enjoy the moment. It was far from a new habit, but he could see the
beginnings of change within himself.

He had to laugh at his own irony now, because he was thinking about how he
was learning to be okay with not thinking.

But more pressing matters were what had woken him up. Literally. His
bladder was crying for release and would not be ignored. With an inner
sigh, he gently pried John's upper arm back so he could climb out of the
pseudo-cocoon he was in. His movements got a noticeable physical reaction
from John's middle, but he didn't dare take advantage of that just now. He
had to pee, and doing that here on the couch was not an option he was
willing to consider.

He made it to his feet, and after a second of groggily finding his balance,
hustled to the toilet.

He didn't take long at all, but by the time he was done, John had gotten up
as well.

"I'm sorry," Andrew said before he could stop himself. "I didn't mean to
wake you up."

"Don't worry about it," John assured him. "I didn't mean to fall asleep in
the first place. Are you hungry?"

"Not yet," Andrew answered.

"Game for some Spite and Malice?"

"Sure!"

They broke out the cards, dealt them out, and spent the afternoon playing
and chatting.

Before they knew it, darkness was falling.

"Hungry yet?" John asked Andrew.

"Yeah, I'm getting there now," Andrew admitted.

Neither being in the mood to cook, they decided to order pizza and started
another round of cards. The pizza didn't take long to arrive, but by the
time they had eaten and finished the card game, night had fallen.

As they cleared the table, wiped down the counters, and put everything
away, Andrew thought it was interesting that John was so tidy. He guessed
most people would call John a neat freak, but Andrew didn't. Probably only
because he was even more that way than John. It wasn't like he was paranoid
about germs or hated mess. John just had a procedure and rhythm to
everything he did. Maybe it was his military background that did it. Things
were doneÑ-and done rightÑ-before he moved on to the next thing. He
never seemed hurried or stressed out, and Andrew kind of envied that. With
any luck, he hoped, that could rub off on him too.

When they were finished, John came over to him and took his hand.

"Come here, let me show you something."

Andrew let himself be led back up the stairs to the loft and they settled
back down onto the bed side by side. Above them through the large skylight,
He could see the cloudless star field above.

"Look at the stars!" exclaimed Andrew. "That is so cool."

"You ain't seen nuthin' yet," drawled John.

He tapped a light switch next to the bed and all the lights in the
apartment went out.

Robbed of its competition, the view of the sky came alive. It looked like a
dark blue velvet curtain bedazzled with a million prismatic diamonds.

"Wow," he exclaimed. "You can see so many!"

"Right? It's not quite as good as being out in the middle of nowhere, but
for being in town I think it's pretty impressive."

"It's been a long time since I paid attention to the constellations,"
Andrew admitted. "The only ones that I remember are the Big Dipper and
Orion. The Dipper because you always need to know where north is and Orion
because I think of his sword as something else."

"You're such a secret pervert," John teased him.

Andrew smiled shyly. "Maybe..."

"Can you find other constellations?" John asked.

"I know the Little Dipper is right next to the big one, but I don't
remember enough to spot it. And it's so clear tonight that there are too
many for me to pick it out."

"If only there were some sort handheld computer with a camera in it that
could help," John bemoaned dramatically.

"Dork!"

"A trendy dork with a smart phone, so be nice to me," John joked.

He pulled out his phone and opened a stargazing app to find more
constellations through the expansive glass windows and skylights. They
spent the next two hours laying side by side studying the stars and
discussing the likelihood of life on other planets and what it could look
like before they finally grew sleepy.

For a day that had started with the potential to go sideways, Andrew was
pleased beyond measure that it didn't. It may have been hard to share some
things, but in the end they understood each other better and he felt more
connected to John than ever.

John had his arm around Andrew and held him to his side as they drifted off
into a comfortable slumber, content to be close and together.




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