Date: Fri, 11 Sep 2020 00:38:35 +0000
From: DurtyRiter <DurtyRiter@protonmail.com>
Subject: The Man with the Jeep, Chapter 6

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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 6

John chuckled. "I'm afraid you're a little late for that, but thanks for
thinking of me."

Andrew looked down and sure enough, John had a big wet spot in the front of
his shorts.

"What?! When did that happen?"

"Actually, I don't know," John replied sheepishly. "I was a little occupied
if you will recall."

"But how can you not know?"

"I was getting off on getting you off, I just didn't realize I got off. If
that makes any sense at allÉ"

"I suppose. I've never cum without noticing before."

"No? Goals for the future then?"

"Hardy har har."

"Hey! Without goals, what's the point of anything?"

"Making the world a better place maybe?"

"You really ARE a Boy Scout! That sounds like another goal to me, but
valid! You are just amazing, you know that?"

"No, but you can keep trying to convince me if you want to."

"Mission accepted!"

John noticed that Andrew was starting to get goosebumps as the cool night
breeze chilled the sex sweat on his skin.

"Okay, buddy, time to wrap things up here," John said as he pulled Andrew's
still-bunched-up shirt down and reached for his jeans. He motioned for
Andrew to stand up and held out his jeans for him to step into.

"That was so hot!" exclaimed Andrew as he put first one leg in and then the
other.

John gestured toward his crotch. "I agree, obviously," he answered.

"I feel bad about that."

"What on earth for?"

"Because I didn't help you cum."

"Hey, look at me."

Andrew looked up from the ground, but still couldn't quite meet John's
gaze.

"No; look me in the eye."

Andrew obeyed.

"You don't have to apologize for everything all the time. Do you think I
would have jizzed myself if I weren't enjoying it?"

"I guess not," Andrew admitted as he worked valiantly to keep from looking
away from John's intense gaze.

"Then you have NOTHING to apologize for! That is reserved for pricks who
take people for granted, get their rocks off, and ignore the needs of their
partner, and you will never be that way. It's just not in you. You hear
me?"

"Yes, sir," said Andrew almost automatically. John's tone really left no
room for any other response.

"Good," replied John in a much softer tone as he wrapped his arms around
Andrew again and just held him.

Andrew was once again nestled in John's shoulder with those strong arms
around him and everything was right with the world.

John had cum without touching himselfÑwithout even noticing!Ñwhile he
was giving Andrew the best sex of his life. The more Andrew thought about
it, the more he realized John was right: he had no reason to apologize. To
think that he had even a small part in that was supremely gratifying. Maybe
he wasn't as "below-normal" as he felt after all. Maybe.

"Alright, buddy, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Okay. As much as I'd like to stay here and hold you like this for at least
another year, it's time to pack up and head home."

Andrew sighed. "Okay."

John took the skewers and headed for the garage while Andrew took a stick
and broke up the coals and spread them around the pit so he could smother
the fire with dirt. He was just finishing up when John came back with the
cleaned skewers and put them back in the box where he got them and rolled
the log back over it.

"Anything else we need to do?" asked Andrew.

John looked around.

"Nope! We were never here," he said in his most mysterious manner as he
moved his open hand across his face like he was hiding behind a screen.

"Dork!"

"I thought we'd already established that. . ."

"Indeed we have!"

"Well, all right then. Let's go."

Andrew followed John back to his car.

"This has been such a wonderful day," Andrew said after he got in.

"I agree! I always love spending time with you, and this was the best time
yet!"

"I think so too."

John pulled out onto the highway and headed back to town.

"So what are your plans for the week?"

"Just the usual: gym, work, and TV. How about you?"

"Pretty much the same, haha. Are you still going to see your folks
tomorrow?"

"Yeah; it's my mom's birthday, so almost everyone will be there."

"Everybody? Well well!"

"Yeah, but luckily I can go home when I've had enough, so it's all good. I
spend most of it playing with Legos with the niblings."

"Niblings?"

"Yeah: my nieces and nephews. My dad swears it's a real word. I don't know
if I believe him, but it is way more fun to say than `nieces and nephews'
all the time!"

"I get that. Maybe I can start using it with my family."

"Good luck! I only get the blankest stares whenever I try it outside the
family."

"That makes sense," John laughed.

About ten minutes into the drive, Andrew suddenly gasped. He had left his
shorts in the lockbox in the back of the Jeep, and now he felt stupid.

"What's wrong?"

"I forgot to grab my wet clothes!"

"Oh no! The sky is falling, Chicken Little!"

"I'm sorry. I hate to ask you to turn around."

"Well if you hate to ask, then don't! Problem solved!"

"I wouldn't, but I need them. Can we go back and get them? I can't believe
I didn't remember!"

"No, we can't go back for them, buddy."

Andrew felt his insides twist up in a knot instantly. 'Here it is,' he
thought. 'The other side of John. The counterpoint to wonderful. Always
that negative of equal power to the amazing person I thought he was.' His
hopes for a bright future were instantly dashed again. 'Can't anyone be
genuine anymore?' He thought in despair.

"We can't?" he asked quietly.

"No reason to: I already put them in the trunk for you."

"Oh!" Andrew felt stupid all over again, but this time for jumping to
conclusions. 'Why do I always automatically assume the worst?'

'So it doesn't hurt so much if it turns out to be true, he answered
himself. Yep, I'm still messed up.'

"Well thank you."

"Of course!"

When they pulled up to Andrew's house, John turned to Andrew.

"Mind if I use your bathroom again before I go home?"

"Not at all! Come on inside!"

John took Andrew's clothes from the trunk and followed him up to the front
door and inside.

Andrew took his shorts, and John went into the bathroom.

Andrew thought over this amazing day: the drive through the woods, the
scenic stairs, the water wrestling with John, the delicious lunch, the
bonfire, and the sex. He couldn't think of anything that could have made it
batter. Correction: One thing could have made it better, and that was still
within reach if he played his cards right. . .

When John came out of the bathroom, Andrew was ready.

"Hey, can you help me with something before you leave?"

"Sure! What's up?"

"Let me show you," Andrew said.

He led John upstairs and into the laundry room. He opened the washer and
threw his shorts in.

"Here, let me wash those dirty clothes for you."

"You don't have to do that!"

"No, but I want to. I need to wash my own anyway," he said as he started to
remove his shirt.

"It's late though," John said hesitantly. "And I don't want to keep you up
any later than I said I would."

Suddenly Andrew realized that John had mapped out the entire day from start
to finish. He was a planner who had kept everything on schedule, and this
was not on his original agenda. Andrew had happily left that to him, but
now he had his own goal and was not about to be deterred.

"Then don't argue with me," Andrew said as he subtly cornered John next to
the washing machine.

He took the hem of John's shirt, pulled it up over his head, and tossed it
into the washer.

Andrew put his hands on those muscular pecs and pushed him back against the
wall.

"Are you sure?" John managed to ask before Andrew's mouth covered his and
obscured anything else he may have wanted to say.

Andrew's tongue attacked John's as his fingers finally got to play in that
beautiful fur that covered John's chest. The hair was as soft as the
muscles under it were hard, and Andrew couldn't get enough. His hands
roamed, exploring, teasing, twisting, and caressing his captive. He stroked
down those pecs, across the stomach, and then back up again only to repeat
the circuit over and over. A deep groan came from deep inside John that
egged him on.

His hands stroked down again, but this time they settled on John's belt and
in no time had it unbuckled and the button of his shorts open. His hands
cycled up again to the top of that broad chest and back down his stomach
and up, each time pushing John's waistband a little lower, a little lower,
a little lower until John's bush was starting to peek over the top. He
reached around to the back of John's shoulders and firmly dug his
fingertips into the muscles and then dragged them down his shoulders and
his sides.

As he bent downward, his mouth had to abandon John's, replacing it with one
of John's hard nipples. He gave it a couple sharp quick nibbles before
teasing it with his tongue as John had done to him earlier.

His hands turned in to the small of John's back, and then pivoted and
pushed downward, digging into John's waist and then his ass, dragging the
shorts down as he went. Once he got to the middle of those firm globes of
ass, the shorts finally dropped around John's ankles.

Suddenly freed from its confinement, John's rock hard cock snapped up and
hit Andrew in the stomach.

Andrew looked down and finally saw with his own eyes what had been so
elusive all day. He gasped.

"Damn, John!" he exclaimed.

It had to be nearly nine inches long and seemed almost twice as thick as
his own meat. Wow. It had a gorgeous slightly tapered mushroom head to it
with a pronounced ridge and prominent veins along the shaft. It was really
picture perfect. But almost scary big.

'Now there's a challenge I can appreciate,' thought Andrew. 'Now let's see
if I can do this justice!'

He dropped to his knees so he was eye level with it, and it looked even
more imposing. The sweat, campfire, and dried cum all created the most
heady smell.

Andrew kissed the head and opened wide, wrapping the head in the warmth of
his mouth. Once he had adjusted to the size as best he could, he inched his
way further and further down the shaft.

He was sure this was the thickest cock he had ever attempted, but he was
bound and determined to get to the bottom of it!

John was moaning loudly now and his hands were on Andrew's head; not
pushing, but encouraging. He could feel John's cock pulse in his mouth, so
he knew he was on the right track.

He had almost reached the bottom when he couldn't go any further.

No! he thought to himself. Not this close! I have to have it all!

John must have sensed his frustration. "It's okay, buddy. Very few can get
all of it. But it feels amazing!"

Andrew slid back up to the ridge and then dove back down.

John went back to loudly moaning his approval of Andrews's efforts.

After a few more tries, Andrew was suddenly able to open his throat more
and made it all the way to the base with his nose buried in John's bush.

"Oh god, Andrew! Shit!" John shouted. "Oh god!"

Andrew switched to high gear then and started picking up speed.

John was starting to assert himself now too, thrusting his hips into
Andrew's sumptuous mouth. Andrew let John take the lead and face fuck him,
knowing he was going to bust soon.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" John grunted with every thrust and started to drip sweat
onto Andrew as he pummeled his throat.

Andrew could feel John's cock expand even further getting impossibly
bigger, so he started to hum.

The new vibrations in his cock triggered John, and with a final roar, he
rammed his cock all the way down the hungry mouth in front of him and shot
his thick load down Andrew's throat.

There was no way Andrew would have been able to swallow all the cum John
gave him, but whatever trick it was that let that final inch of cock in
turned out to have the added advantage of letting that load fly farther
down his throat than he had ever experienced.

John gave one last shuddering heave and he was spent, almost collapsing
onto Andrew as pulled his shiny tool out of Andrew's mouth.

Andrew wrapped his lips around it tightly as it slid out, making John give
a little squeal from the hypersensitive nerve endings. He had barely
softened.

"Oh my god," John exclaimed, panting. "That was incredible, lover."

"It was! I'm glad you liked it!"

"I really did! Now stand up and step back."

Andrew got to his feet and took a step back as John got on his knees and
reached for Andrew's jeans. He opened the button, pulled the zipper down,
and yanked them down over Andrew's slim hips and out jumped his hard and
leaking prick. John barely touched it before it erupted, shooting ropes of
cum all over John's face and his furry chest.

"There you go again with another amazing load! Incredible!"

Andrew blushed.

"Another couple of seconds and you might have cum without my help."

"Maybe, but then I wouldn't have a goal to shoot for," Andrew retorted,
laughing.

"Oh, I can come up with more goals for you," John said, laughing. "This is
just the first of many."

"Yes, boss."

"I like the sound of that!"

"Oh do you?"

"Yes I do. Now can you grab me something to wipe this off with before it
drips into my eye?"

Andrew grabbed a washcloth from the cabinet and stepped close to clean
John's face. The smell of sweat and fresh cum was strong, and after getting
what he could with the rag, Andrew decided it wasn't good enough, and
proceeded to kiss and lick John's face clean.

"I could really get used to this, sexy," said John.

"I hope so! Now let me get this stuff in the washer."

"You were serious about that?" asked John with a twinkle in his eye. "I
thought it was just a ploy to get me up here so you could have your way
with me."

"It was a ploy, but now it's. . .another ploy. Stay with me tonight."

"Are you sure? What if I snore like a freight train? What if I rob you and
leave in the middle of the night?"

It's already the middle of the night, and as for the rest, I'll take my
chances. I've decided you are worth it."

"Well, thank you!" replied John. "And I really mean that too. I would love
to spend the night with you."

"Then it's settled."

"Obviously I didn't bring my pajamas with me thoughÉ"

"I wouldn't let you wear them if you did."

"Oh ho! I see how it is!"

"Not completely, but you're getting there," Andrew said laughing.

They started the washing machine and moved to the bedroom.

"Where's the shower?"

"Can you wait until morning?"

"Hey, you're the host here, so you're in charge now. I can wait if you want
me to."

"I do. Now get over here."

"Sir! Yes sir!"

"Dufus!"

"So where do you want me?"

"In my bed and wrapped around me."

"Perfect!"

John lifted the blanket and crawled into the bed.

Andrew paused and looked at the incredibly sexy naked man in his bed,
holding up the covers for him to join him. 'This is the stuff of wet
dreams,' he thought. 'But this is real!'

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