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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 18
John's eyes opened big in surprise before his expression morphed into a big grin.
"Yes sir!"
He rummaged through his heap of belongings to find his toiletry bag and get what he needed out of it, casually swiping at his phone before he turned to join Andrew, who was climbing up to lay on the sink as he had last time. Was that just yesterday?
"What's the plan, sexy?" he asked, noting the tiny red light illuminated in the corner of the mirror behind Andrew. "How far do you want to go?"
"All the way, of course," Andrew replied in a tone of voice that implied John was silly to ask.
"Just checking," John chuckled. "It will grow back, of course, but I didn't want to assume..."
"Pretend this body is yours and do with it what you will."
"Really?"
"Yes, already."
"God, you're sexy," he breathed.
He could tell from Andrew's expression that he was growing more impatient by the moment. The time for talk had passed.
John took a washcloth and got it wet with hot water. He wrung it out loosely and wet Andrew's closest arm before applying shaving cream to its entirety. It wasn't as if Andrew was very hairy to begin with, but John was going to be sure to do a complete job of it.
He started at the shoulder and moved down towards the hand and then down each finger until he was certain not a hair remained. He then moved Andrew's arm upward to expose his pit.
He looked into Andrew's eyes.
"Last chance for limits."
"I don't want any."
"Okay then."
He lathered and then shaved Andrew's armpit, reveling in the trust Andrew was showing him. It turned out Andrew was ticklish, but he was determined to finish what he had started. John did his best to be mindful, so they successfully made it through.
Andrew continued to lay still on the shelf with his eyes closed, so John decided to make this as sensuous as he could. Although he had never heard of a spa shave, he was going to see if he could make it as much like a massage as he could.
John felt it was a little strange to be working on Andrew's body lying on a table this way. The few times he had done this for someone before, they were both standing in a shower, which was an entirely different arrangement. Andrew was so passiveÑsurprisingly, after the way he had asserted himself to get to this pointÑthat John had to fight off internal comparisons to a mortician's actions. But instead of being cold and lifeless, the flesh under his hand was hot and sexy and attached to the man he wanted to hold onto forever.
He lathered up the nearest half of Andrew's torso from the neck down to his waist and began to rid that of hair as well. He worked in long, smooth strokes, overlapping each one slightly to make sure nothing was missed. Andrew again had to work not to twitch while John worked on his ticklish sides.
John was able to closely study every inch of Andrew's body as he went. The super toned muscles, the supple fair skin, and even the flutter of his breathing were absolutely captivating. He couldn't help stroking Andrew as he worked, enjoying the smooth feel under his hands.
He kept working his way lower, lathering up Andrew's upper thigh next while avoiding the crotch area for now. He used smaller strokes now, as Andrew had more fur on his legs than appeared at first glance due to its light color. John smoothly swept the hair off one spot at a time.
And so it continued from the mid-thigh to the knee: dampened with the cloth, lathered with the shaving cream, shaved with the razor, wiped with the cloth, stroked with the hand.
Below the knee required even shorter strokes due to more of the longer hair. He also took extra care to make sure he didn't nick Andrew's skin on the unyielding shin and ankle bones.
Now he was down to Andrew's foot. John wasn't a huge foot fetish man, but he still had to admit he thought Andrew's feet were shapely and perfect. Continuing the process he had already established, he wrapped and cleaned the foot with the warm washcloth, lathered it up, and removed the hair. Then he wrung out the washcloth and wiped off the excess shaving cream. Once he had gotten it all, he ran his fingers along the newly smoothed skin in such a way that it really became a sensual foot rub as he kneaded Andrew's toes and the (luckily not too-ticklish) sole of his foot.
After he had done that for a while, he lightly traced his finger up Andrew's body from his big toe all the way up his leg, over his hip bone, up his stomach, across his nipple, over his shoulder and then back down his arm to the tip of his pointer finger. He noted happily that Andrew's cock was hard as a rock again.
"Okay, kiddo," John said. "I need you to turn over face down now."
Andrew sat up and turned himself over, not even bothering to open his eyes. He grunted when he first tried to lay down face first, and had to reach down to point his cock down before he tried again. The second attempt worked, but John guessed his dick was still complaining at the strain of being pushed in a different direction from its natural inclination: up.
"You okay?" he asked Andrew.
"Yeah, I'll be fine."
"Okay, let me know if that changes or you need a break."
"I will."
John started just as he had before, taking care of the arm first, though he waited on the armpit since Andrew was face down this time around.
He then proceeded to Andrew's shoulder and back. There was virtually no hair here, but to keep the feeling of a complete spa work over, he continued as if it did. Warm wipe, lather, swipe, wipe, stroke...
Quickly finishing that, he moved down to his butt. John admired the beautiful concavity of the cheek in his hands as he rubbed it with the warm washcloth just a little bit harder than he had yet with any other section. Once he had brought to a bit of a red glow, he lathered it up and shaved it clean of any hair. He went up to the crack of Andrew's ass, but didn't shave inside. He was saving that for later!
Next, he tackled the back of Andrew's thigh and upper leg, naturally followed by the lower leg. He spent a little extra time on Andrew's calves, because he remembered he always loved that when getting a massage.
Since Andrew was face down, he decided to postpone the foot as well. Just like before, when he was finished, he traced his finger up Andrew's prone body in a tactile final gesture.
"Are you still awake down there?" he asked, chuckling.
"Barely," groaned Andrew. "It's time to flip again, isn't it?"
"Yep," John confirmed. "And this time I need your head to be where your feet are now."
"Okay."
Andrew scooted himself back and up into a crouch, turned around, and laid back down. He wasn't as hard this time, so it went smoothly. He was quickly sprawled out again.
John went back to his task, repeating every move he had made last time.
After he had made it to Andrew's ankles and double checked his work, he went back to that tidy bum turned up so appetizingly to him.
He got it damp and clean with the warm cloth as usual and then applied the foam, making sure to work it around thoroughly until it was well coated. Then, pulling his cheeks apart, he shaved every pit of hair inside the crack, keeping the razor well clear of Andrew's little pink rosebud. Having satisfied himself that he had gotten everything, he wiped Andrew clean.
As John inspected his work, Andrew's pucker kept drawing his attention until he finally leaned down and swiped it with his tongue. He felt Andrew shiver at the contact, and then decided to make absolutely certain he hadn't missed a single hair by running his tongue over every bit of Andrew's cleft several times. And several times again.
Andrew was no longer passively relaxed as he hunched his butt back for more contact with John's licker.
John obliged him and started rimming him for real, driving his wet hot tongue deeply into Andrew's hole. He lapped at the walls of Andrew's channel and teased the opening until he knew Andrew was revved up and wanting more. He stopped to take a peek at Andrew's cock, and sure enough, it was an energetic red with a single bead of precum at the tip of his piss slit.
He leaned down again and kissed each cheek of Andrew's sexy butt.
"Okay," he announced a little too loudly. "I'm finished with this side! You need to roll over now!"
When he turned over this time, Andrew wore the incredulous expression of one utterly dumbfounded and maybe even betrayed.
"Trust me," John said more gently. "You don't want me to forget to finish, do you?"
Andrew looked at him strangely. It was then John realized the words he'd just used.
"I won't forget to finish," he assured Andrew. "Anything. Especially you. I will always finish you! And whatever I'm doing, too. If I'm doing you, there's no way! I meanÉ" John faded into silence for a moment. "I'm making it worse, aren't I?"
Andrew's expression gained an extra glimmer of...something, though John had been caught off stride and had trouble getting his bearings back, so he couldn't quite read it.
"Yes, you are."
"My bad," John said after another pause. "I'm shutting up now, but if you will please lay back down, I can get you all finished up."
Andrew smiled.
"You're the boss."
He laid back down and closed his eyes again. John noticed that Andrew's cock had gone down and kicked himself mentally for breaking the mood.
Determined to recreate the mood, John went back to work. Just as he had done before, he started at the top of Andrew's body and worked down, section by section. He first shaved Andrew's armpit and then moved to the shoulders and chest. He took a little longer this time and added a lot more "quality control" strokes.
John wasn't sure if it was working or not until he had reached Andrew's hips and noticed that his rod was waking up again. With that burden lifted from his mind, he was able to focus on the task at hand again. He hadn't given Andrew so much as a nick so far, and he was determined to keep that going to the end.
True to form, he went around the crotch area and continued down to Andrew's toes and followed up with a proper foot rubdown as he had before.
With that accomplished, he lightly traced his finger up from the toes to the knee, and to the hip, but then he stopped. Instead, his finger traced sideways into Andrew's bush, around his cock without touching it, and down below his balls. He added other fingers as he teased them lightly from underneath. Andrew's cock pulsed and twitched in response. He was ready for the next stage.
John wet the washcloth thoroughly once again and doused Andrew's middle with it before lathering him up with more shaving cream.
He started by holding his balls in one hand and holding them to one side and then the other while he used his other hand to remove the hair from between Andrew's legs. Then John pulled each ball sac taut one at a time to deprive them of their covering. After a considerable time of tugging and holding, John rolled them around in his hands until he deemed both balls satisfactorily hairless and baby smooth.
That finished, he grabbed a nice firm hold of Andrew's rodÑto hold it out of danger, of courseÑand began to carefully shave away the surrounding bush of hair. He had to keep moving the ragingly erect penis out of the way at different angles to get just the right angle for the strokes, which proved somewhat difficult since the shaving cream left it all slick. John was determined though, so he just gripped tighter and every time his hand would start to slip off, he would shift his grip back down to the base.
Eventually, no more hair could be found, but he kept looking for more, holding Andrew's slippery cock first this way and then another, continually having to push his grip down to keep it from sliding off.
Andrew squirmed more and more until John finally looked up to see he had raised himself onto his elbows and was watching him intently. Well, maybe not very intently: he had the glazed look in his eyes of someone who was on the very edge of consciousness. While John continued to try to keep a grip on the shaft in his care with one hand, the long finger of his other hand followed a trail of shaving cream down one of Andrew's smooth balls and then further down until, slick with the foam, it slipped into Andrew's warm and slippery bung hole until it bumped into a small nodule.
No sooner had John bumped that button than Andrew cried out and his cock exploded like a volcano, spewing its white load all over the shit-eating smile on John's handsome face. Andrew came in ropes.
If he hadn't known better, John would have sworn Andrew had to be edging himself for weeks for a load like that. But he did know better. This sexy man was a sperm machine.
And he was all his.
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