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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 19
"Wow!" breathed Andrew. "That was hot!"
"I agree," said John with a glob of cum dribbling from his smile. "I just have to say again that you are sexy as hell."
"Well, you ARE looking in the mirror," Andrew quipped. "So that makes sense!"
"I am looking at YOU, Bonehead!" John responded before he raised his eyes to see his own reflection in the mirror.
Andrew took in the view at the same time John did: four wet trails of milky substance streaked diagonally across John's face and in his hair with a large glob beside his nose that looked like it was melting down over his mouth. A few other spatters on his cheeks and chin completed the look. He was thoroughly doused in spunk. How he didn't get any into his eyes was a mystery. Andrew's supposedly spent cock twitched as John stuck his tongue out and licked up as much as he could.
"Mmm!" John exclaimed. "You taste as good as you look!"
"Yeah, okay," an embarrassed Andrew retorted. "Whatever."
But John's verdict made him feel warm on the inside. Even if he was overwhelmingly cheesy and probably exaggerating, John did seem to be quite happy, which was what Andrew wanted. To be honest, he still wasn't really sold on the whole shaving thingÑat least not yetÑbut John obviously enjoyed doing it and the process felt amazing. It didn't take much for Andrew to shoot at the end, that was for sure! Now he was wracking his brain trying to think of some interesting way to get John off in return, but nothing was coming to mind. John broke his reverie.
"Well, I suppose we should clean up," he laughed. "If you want to get the shower started, I will join you in a minute."
"Okay," Andrew agreed.
He sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the counter to stand up, but then paused for a moment. How had he not noticed just how smooth the hard ledge was before? He realized with a start that the sensations of the counter under his newly bare ass were emphasized now that all the hair was gone. It was like a layer of insulation had been removed and the signals were less muddled and more direct.
'OK,' Andrew thought to himself. 'This shaving thing is suddenly more interesting.'
He hopped off the counter as John went in to use one of the toilets.
Andrew continued to try to come up with something fun to do for John while he moved to the shower and got the water running.
Waiting for the water to warm up, he looked more carefully around the shower. To one side of the sleek shower control knob, he saw what looked like a very large black tile set in the raw black rock. Curious, he ran his finger over it, and it lit up from behind.
'You have got to be kidding.'
It wasn't a tile at all, but rather a digital touch pad controller. It reminded him of an iPad with all the icons that popped up. He couldn't make out what all the apps were for from the icons. One seemed to be for music and another one for lights. Why would those be here? He looked more carefully at the ceiling and found that imbedded in the exposed rock were small speakers at each corner. There were other small apertures that could very well be recessed lights. Then he noticed something else.
Halfway between the waterfall shower head in the center and each corner were black D-rings with oval-shaped surrounds laid flush with the rock. He reached up and flipped one of the D-rings out, and then tried to flip the surrounding ring out as well, but as soon as he let go of it, it sprang back into place. He grasped the ring more strongly and pulled it out to find it was secured to a strap not unlike the ones he was tied to the sink with. He also noticed the ring wasn't solid as he had first thought, but rather had a folding section in the middle like a carabiner. It was then that he noticed several more of them in the walls at different heights.
'No way! Now we are getting somewhere!'
He pulled on the ring he had tried before to find out how much strap there was and managed to pull out about three feet before he carefully let it retract back into the ceiling. It was clearly on a spring of some kind that kept tension and scrolled it back when not in use.
'Yes, this will do nicely...'
He heard John flush his toilet and quickly flipped the D-ring flush again.
John came out of the stall, went to the sink, and looked at Andrew as he washed his hands.
"I know, I know," he laughed when he saw Andrew's quizzical expression. "It's kind of silly to wash my hands when I'm just going to hop in the shower, but old habits die hard."
"That makes sense," allowed Andrew. He wasn't thinking about that at all really; he was wondering how many more surprises this place held.
"I get it if the shaving thing doesn't work for you, but I have to say I like it on you. Not that it makes you any sexier than beforeÑI think that's impossibleÑbut it's another look for you if you like it."
"Okay," answered Andrew. "It's too early for me to know that yet."
"Fair enough! Did you grab the soap and shampoo already?" John asked him as he shook off the excess water from his hands.
"Um, no," Andrew replied. "I was just about to."
"I'll get it."
"Cool."
John crossed the room from the sink to the bench where they had stashed the toiletries, his heavy dick leading the way. Not exactly hard, but definitely filled out, it swung back and forth with a hypnotizing rhythm.
'I could watch this all day,' Andrew decided to himself.
John snagged his little bag with a swipe and happened to see Andrew's gaze glued to his cock. With a quiet little grin, he slowed his pace a little and subtly exaggerated his movements so he could watch Andrew's eyes move back and forth in sync with his steps. He got a little harder twitch by twitch as he took in the sexy man-boy staring at him.
Andrew jerked his eyes away from John's groin as he got under the spray with Andrew.
John casually drew out one of the hooks in the wall and hooked it through one of the grommets on the bag.
"That's handy!" exclaimed Andrew, in his best "Gee-I-didn't-know-that-was-there!" voice.
"I really did try to think of everything when I designed this place," John laughed. "You haven't seen everything yet!"
"I only see you here," Andrew declared.
"Okay, now you're just lying," John laughed. "Besides, I thought I had the King ClichŽ title pretty well cinched by now."
"Maybe you're a little bit contagious, so let me rephrase that: When you're here, you captivate me and nothing else matters," Andrew amended.
"I'll take it!" John beamed at him.
"And I'll take you!" Andrew said, leaning in to give John a big kiss.
Andrew's arms wrapped themselves around John's waist while John's encircled his shoulders.
They made out for a long while under the steady stream of the shower while their hands roamed each other's bodies. Andrew enjoyed feeling the soft but slightly prickly texture of John's hairy chest and legs on his newly exposed skin, until he could feel his randy cock waking up again. He drew his hands back to John's waist and slid them straight up, forcing John's arms over his head.
Once Andrew's hands encircled John's wrists, he stepped up the intensity of his kiss, making John almost take a step back in surprise. But he quickly responded in kind and matched Andrew's fervor.
It was then that Andrew made his move.
With John's attentions focused on winning their tongue duel, Andrew copied John's move from the day before and held both of his wrists up with one hand and used the other to snag one of the hooked straps from the ceiling and pull it out. In a flash, Andrew looped the strap around John's wrists a few times and cinched it down the middle. It was the cinching that finally caught John's attention, but Andrew had hooked the end into a D-ring before John could do anything about it.
John's eyes opened wide and his jaw dropped in surprise.
Andrew locked his eyes onto John's.
"Do you trust me?" Andrew asked him with a bit of fire in his smirking eyes.
"I am yours," John assured him with an answering grin. "Even if I don't really have a choice, being trussed up like a chicken and all!"
"Don't act like you don't like it," Andrew scolded him, swatting at the proud erection between his legs. "I know you better than that!"
"Busted," John laughed.
"I'll show you busted all right," Andrew replied, his eyes narrowing and gaining an evil gleam.
He leaned in to kiss John, then pulled back at the last second, leaving John's puckered lips kissing air.
"I don't think you are ready for that yet," Andrew declared. "Maybe later."
"Okay," John responded.
Andrew frowned at him. "What did you say?"
John's puzzlement turned into comprehension. "I said `yes, sir!'"
"There we go!"
This was new for Andrew, and he had no idea what he was doing, but he wasn't about to let John know that. John had been just a little too sure of himself, and Andrew was out to see if he could rattle his cage a bit. So far, he figured he had surprised him just a little, but John adapted quickly to the situation as usual.
He stepped back to turn off the water and eyed his prisoner.
Andrew observed John as he stood there with his arms stretched up and almost touching the ceiling. The wet hair of his armpits, chest, groin, and legs all that sexy dark auburn color. His cock stuck straight out at a ninety-degree angle with his balls hanging low below. He noticed John's nipples peeking out from the chest fur and he had an idea.
He moved close to John again and initiated a kiss, but broke it off almost instantly and trailed his tongue down John's chin to his Adam's apple and then slid it sideways until he had reached John's right armpit, when he suddenly dove into it with mouth and nose. He teased John with mock bites and an exploring tongue, which had John squirming. It seemed that Andrew wasn't the only ticklish one! He dug in with more gusto once he figured that out and relished making John move and gasp under his ministrations.
Once John started gasping, he decided maybe he was pushing too hard in one spot. He stuck out his tongue and retraced his path back to John's neck and up his chin into a kiss, intending to give him a quick peck like he did before, but John was ready for him and lurched as forward as he could for a stronger kiss.
Andrew quickly put both hands on John's pecs and pushed him back to arm's length.
"Not so fast, Bucko!"
"ButÑ"
"No!"
"Yes, sir," John said, apparently remembering the correct response.
Andrew's hands enclosed until John's nipples were gripped between Andrew's thumb and forefinger, when he suddenly pinched and tweaked them hard.
John yipped loudly in surprise before he said "Thank you, sir!" in a loud voice.
Andrew smiled and slowly circled around his trussed up boyfriend, dragging his fingers across John's flesh as he did so.
"What am I going to do with you?" he wondered aloud.
"Whatever you want, sir!" was John's prompt response.
Too amenable by far, Andrew decided. But what could he do about that? He had circled around John completely and faced him again.
"What do you think I should do with you?" he asked again, his finger gently stroking the underside of John's twitching cock.
"Use my body to give you pleasure, sir?"
"Yeah? You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Yes, sir!" John declared obediently.
"Maybe I would too..."
Then another thought hit. He looked in the bag John had hooked to the shower wall and found exactly what he had hoped would be in there. He pulled out the small bottle of lube and noted happily that it was silicone and not water-based. He poured some into his palm and put the bottle back in the bag. He rubbed his hands together as if it was massage oil that needed to be warmed up and then reached for John's straining member.
"Oh yes, sir," John moaned in expectation. "Thank you, sir!"
"You are most welcome, boy" Andrew said, trying hard to sound stern and not break the mood. He was, after all the shaved one and John was the burlier and hairier one, which made him want to laugh at the juxtaposition.
Without breaking character, he took a pointer finger and traced John's piss slit and then traced the outer edge of John's cock head twice. Dripping and twitching, John was clearly expecting more contact, but he was left wanting when Andrew moved the finger toward his lips to lick it off.
But instead of doing so, he put his hand on his own neck and stroked downward, spreading the lube down his chest as he went. His second hand joined it until his hairless chest was completely slicked up and shiny, when he moved down and coated his own dick and balls.
John watched his every move and was practically drooling as Andrew did his little tease.
The edges of Andrew's mouth quirked up as watched John's reaction as he started to turn around, lubing the globes of his ass until they were as shiny as his chest. He stroked his chest again to reclaim any excess lube and then he slid his fingers into his crack.
John's eyes were big and he kept licking his lips as Andrew worked the lube into his ass.
Now with his back to John, Andrew leaned forward and stuck his butt back to open his smooth crevice a little more, exposing his pink pucker while he teased in and out of it with the lube.
From between his legs, Andrew could see John's cock leaking in expectation of entering that private space. He moved himself back so he was closer to John's raging member.
By this time, John was straining at the straps above his head for all he was worth to get his dick into the tempting hole that was so close, yet just out of reach.
Andrew slowly moved back, getting closer and closer to John's monster until his butt grazed the very tip of it, wiping away the precum that had formed on the tip.
"You want this, boy?" Andrew asked John. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes, sir!" John shouted.
"How much do you want it?"
"More than anything, sir!" John gasped. "Please let me in!"
Andrew moved his hips up and down, just barely grazing the tip of John's cock, but no more. Andrew could feel moisture on his rear and knew John was leaking precum in a steady stream now.
Andrew abruptly stood up and turned around to face John, who was whimpering at the change. "Please, sir," he begged. "Let me cum!"
"Of course," Andrew assured him, now comfortable in his control. "Exactly when I want you to."
"Yes, sir."
Andrew saw what might have been a tear in one eye as John looked at him beseechingly and decided he had to let him off the hook soon.
He stood slightly to one side of John and wrapped his arms around his captive's neck. He gave him a good deep kiss while he made sure John's cock had nothing to rub against. He could feel John's hips move as he sought somethingÑanythingÑto help him get off.
Andrew broke the kiss and used his arms to try to pull John down to the ground. John grunted in surprise before he braced himself to resist the pull downward.
Andrew sensed the change and jumped up and wrapped his legs around John's waist. They were both now entirely supported by John's strong legs. John's eyes opened wide in surprise and uncertainty before Andrew slid his lubed body down John's and used one hand to grasp John's turgid fuck pole. Andrew aimed it upwards and slid down a little bit more until he could feel it against the smooth skin of his ass.
"Are you ready, boy?" Andrew barked.
"Yes, sir!" cried John.
Andrew adjusted himself, causing his butt and John's cock to lose contact for a split second in which John whimpered, but then Andrew slid himself down and impaled himself on John's thick tool.
"Fuck yes!" exclaimed John as he felt the warmth of Andrew's hole finally grip his throbbing cock.
Andrew let himself adjust to the sizable invasion before he used his arms around John's shoulders and his legs around his waist to hold himself slightly up so John could start to thrust his hips and drive that rock hard cock deep into his bowels. Andrew felt the rasping of John's fur against his own bald skin as they moved together in their lust.
Andrew wasn't sure how long John could hold him like this, but it turned out he needn't have worried. After just a few dozen thrusts, John froze, buried to the hilt inside Andrew's ass, and let out a roar as he exploded so hard that cum shot out of Andrew's ass around John's still-buried cock to dribble down Andrew's butt cheeks and splatter on the floor.
John stood still, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath again.
Andrew's impish streak returned, and he started to slide up and down on John's still-sensitive dick.
"Ah! Ahhhh!" bellowed John at the over-stimulation. "Please! Oh God, stop!" he gasped between breaths. "You're gonna kill me!"
Andrew pretended not to hear him for a few more strokes before he finally pulled himself off completely. He unwrapped his legs and stoodÑa little wobbly, to be honestÑon his own two feet.
He quickly reached up and unhooked the strap from the ceiling and unwrapped John's wrists.
"Are you okay?" he asked the still-panting John.
Instead of replying, John made a sudden lunge and pinned him to the wall of the shower just as he had done at Andrew's house the morning after he had spent the night. He smothered Andrew with a strong kiss, one that encompassed the passion and intensity he felt in no uncertain terms.
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