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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 21
Andrew was startled awake the next morning when John suddenly jerked rigid behind him. It took him a few moments amid John's convoluted efforts to open the zipper behind him before he heard a buzzing sound and figured out what had woken him. Andrew had to suppress a giggle at the way John was floundering around half awake trying to escape the bag.
John finally made it out and dove for his shorts, trying to fish his phone out of the pocket in time to catch the call.
"Hello?" John barked breathlessly as soon as he hit the accept button.
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"Oh hey, Coop!"
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"I should have been up anyway, so don't worry about it. What's up?"
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"I see. Of course, I trust you to handle it however you think best. Unless you want me--"
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"Ah! Well in that case, I can be there in less than half an hour."
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"Sure thing! See you in a bit."
Andrew had rolled over during the exchange and caught John's eye.
"What's up?" Andrew asked in a hoarse morning voice.
"One of the campers is causing trouble and Coop wants me to take care of it real quick. At least it shouldn't take long. Want to come with?
Andrew stared at him for a minute before answering.
"Nah," he finally said. "I think I will wake up first, unless you really want me there."
"Actually, I was planning to show you the camp next weekend, so I'm fine with letting you wake up at your own pace," John said. "That way, the camp can sort of be its own event."
"Sounds good."
"I'm sorry, Andrew. I feel weird just leaving you here, but I do need to hurry."
"Hey, don't worry about it!" Andrew assured him, "Just get it taken care of and come back to me when you can."
"`Cum on your back'? What?"
"Dork!" Andrew retorted, wishing he had something to throw at him.
"You know me," John grinned. "I'll be back soon," he hollered over his shoulder as he hurried up the path to the Jeep.
"I'll be here!"
A few minutes later, Andrew heard the Jeep start and then rumble back down the trail. He stretched as he thought through his options. He was woken so suddenly that he knew there was no going back to sleep, so that wasn't an option. But he could just enjoy this coziness until he returned: the bag was comfortable and still smelled like John. Ultimately, though, he finally decided to get up and start packing things.
They had been so good about picking up after themselves that he didn't have as much to do as he thought and was done in about fifteen minutes. Well now what? he thought to himself. He had already rolled up the hammock, so he couldn't go back to bed. He did need to use the outhouse though, and suddenly he remembered the shower screen that could access the security system. He smiled to himself. Yes, that could keep him occupied nicely!
He grabbed a towel just in case he might need it and headed up the trail to the steps.
After he had taken care of his business, he made a beeline for the shower and tapped the screen to wake it up. As soon as it lit up, Andrew had second thoughts. This wasn't his place, and he had no right to be snooping around on all the cameras. It would violate the trust between John and himself.
He promptly turned on his heel and walked out the door.
He made it about five steps down the stairs before he paused, second-guessing himself. After all, John HAD shown him how to use it and it didn't seem to be a big deal to him.
Andrew turned around and walked back through the trees to the outhouse door. He walked in and again went to the shower wall. He tapped the screen to wake it up and looked at all the icons. The security system one seemed to pulse at him before he finally tapped it, bringing up the password prompt.
What was he doing? Was he really going to intrude into this system? It wasn't as if he didn't know the password: he had watched John type it in yesterday. But talk about violation! The very fact that this required a code to open proved this is not an open access deal.
His hand dropped to his side. He would honor the principle of privacy. He laughed at himself, straightened his shoulders, and walked back outside again.
This time he didn't quite make it to the staircase before he paused and half-turned around again.
John had purposely told him to watch before he typed in the password. Surely that was giving tacit permission, right? He had to know Andrew was going to remember everything he typed and the sequences he used to move around the apps.
He started moving back toward the outhouse. Again...
He wrestled with himself as he walked back and forth between the outhouse and the stairs for nearly fifteen minutes before his curiosity finally overcame his reservations and he went in and entered the password he had watched John type the day before.
He had remembered correctly, and he looked at the new icons on the screen. Each was labeled with its location, and Andrew could see there was a lot more to this place than just a garage and an outhouse. The icons teased him with "Barn," "Bonfire," "Cabin," several "Camp Sectors," "Commons," "Garage," "Grotto," "Gym," "Hall," "Kitchen," "Lodge," "Office," "Outhouse," "Patio," "Play House," "Pool," "Restaurant," a few "RR"s, "Shed," "Stage," "Store," and "Treehouse."
Treehouse? He almost tapped it before he suddenly decided that even though he had given in to logging on, he would still limit his intrusion to those areas he had already been to. It was clear that John had some sort of method or plan to showing him around, so he would honor that. It was a nice justification to somewhat soothe his troubled conscience.
But that meant that he was limited to the grotto (he assumed that was the waterfall with the pool that they had been to twice), the garage, and the outhouse he was standing in. He didn't see ones that seemed to go with the alcove in which they were camping or the little "Hobbit Hole" down by the river.
He tapped the one for the garage and was rewarded with a view of the cars gathering dust in their quiet home. From the angle of the camera, he could see that it was longer than he thought with what seemed to be a hallway at the end. It was dark in the back, so even though the resolution was good, it was still tough to make out anything clearly. Oh well. John had said he was going to show him around more later anyway, so he curbed his curiosity for now and backed out to the previous page.
He hit "Grotto" next, and it was indeed the pool with the waterfall. He could see the water cascading down and the sunlight casting little rainbows in the spray. He saw the rocks on which he and John had played and smiled at the memory. He could even see the hollowed-out portion behind the waterfall where they had lounged a bit. He could practically visualize them together back there kissing and watched as John put his hand on the back of his head toÑno, wait! He wasn't imagining that at all! There actually were people back there!
It was pretty shaded from this angle, but he could make out the silhouettes of two people engaged in some clearly private activity.
Out of habit, he put a finger and his thumb on the screen and drew them apart and was rewarded with the camera zooming in, though it soon reached its limit and the subjects were still in shadow. He looked around the screen a little bit and found numbers along the side. Maybe...
He tapped one and the view immediately changed. So there was more than one camera out there! If the numbers were to be believed, there were eight of them. The second and third cameras were wide shots like the first, with one on either side of Camera 1. Then he clicked on Camera 4.
This one must be imbedded in the underside of the rock, because it was much closer and looked almost straight down at the couple. 5 was similar, but on the opposite side.
6, however, picked them up nicely. It was still a little dark because the waterfall and the sky were bright in the background, but now he could easily see that both were men.
One looked to be about forty with thinning brown hair on top and a noticeably receded hairline. The color of his eyes was a mystery since they were closed, but he looked like he could be a good-looking man. That was all Andrew could make out of him because his partner's body blocked the view of the rest.
The one in the foreground had his back to the camera, but he was skinnier and looked to be much younger. He had spiky blonde hair that was much lighter at the tips and no stubble on his jaw. His smooth back tapered down into a cute little butt that could just barely be seen at the bottom of the camera view.
The older man's hairy hand held the back of the blonde's head in place as if he would run away if he didn't. He needn't have bothered though: Andrew could see the younger man's jaw move as he participated fully in their deep kiss.
Andrew clicked on Camera 7 and found it to be the mirror placement of 6, showing the back of the older gentleman and a front view of the blonde. There wasn't much more to see just because they were so close to each other, but Andrew could see the blonde didn't have many of the so-called "feminine" qualities he expected, but rather a more square-jawed look and naturally nice, if somewhat strong, eyebrows that didn't appear to have ever been attacked with tweezers. He held the older man's shoulders tightly within his arms.
Andrew watched as they lingeringly broke off the kiss. The blonde broke into a smile that was absolutely radiant and happy as he gazed at the older man with his chocolate brown eyes. The dimples in his cheeks made him look even less like the typical twink Andrew had initially guessed him to be. There was something open and unhindered about his smile that was supremely attractive.
Andrew switched back to Camera 6 to see the older man had opened his hazel eyes and was grinning back at his playmate. The blonde's jaw started to move as if he was speaking. Andrew naturally wanted to hear what he was saying, but of course there was no sound. Or was there?
He looked around the screen again and found a little speaker icon in the bottom center of the screen. He blinked to make sure he wasn't imagining it, then tapped it.
"Ñno, really!" he heard a deep voice say. "I want you to. Please?"
"You are a hungry little bastard, aren't you?" the older man responded in a soft voice.
"I'd say you know that full well by now. Come on, it's been hours and there's no one around."
The older man looked toward the stairs as if someone might pop up at any moment. "You never know when people will be watching around here," he said nervously.
"So what?" the younger man answered flippantly. "Are you afraid they will steal me away? Or maybe join in?"
Andrew could see from the man's expression that was exactly what he was thinking.
"I'm not leaving you for anyone and this is such a romantic spot, I really want to fuck right here," the blonde pleaded. "What do you say?"
"Fine," the older man finally agreed quietly.
The blonde immediately went in for another kiss and they made out for a few moments before he pulled back again.
"You won't regret this, I promise," he assured his companion. "It's such a rush to do it in the open air with just a hint of danger, don't you think?"
They were clearly of different opinions on that point, but having made up his mind, the brunette wasn't going to waste time discussing it. He was already pushing the other man back and kissing his way down his chest. Once he had made his way to his navel, the blonde was all the way down. The brunette used one of his hands to reach up to a pierced nipple standing up at full attention amid a small patch of hair and pinched and twisted it sharply.
The young man groaned in pleasure at the ministrations and then suddenly gasped as his slender cock was swallowed in its entirety.
"Oh damn, Ron!" yelled the blonde. "That feels amazÑuh!" before he was cut off by another good tweak of his nipple.
Ron seemed to know exactly how to play the body he was working on, keeping him tense and on edge as he sucked on his cock and played with his nipples.
Andrew didn't consider either one of them really his type, but this was so hot that his cock was hard and throbbing and he couldn't turn away. Apparently he was something of a voyeur now too. Who knew? Well, his dick certainly did...
He wished he could be closer to the action than these views allowed until it occurred to him that he hadn't tested the last camera yet. He clicked on Camera 8 and got a view between 6 and 7. He pinched his fingers to zoom in as much as he could without letting the action go offscreen.
He watched Ron lustily impale his face on the rigid pole in front of him over and over as Andrew's hand unthinkingly started stroking his own cock slowly.
Before too long, Ron licked and slurped his way along the outside of the blonde's cock before he started moving lower to lick the tight balls underneath. He slathered them up generously, lapping at them like a thirsty dog. The blonde's body shuddered with the sensations and tried to pull Ron's face even closer with a hand.
But Ron was one step ahead of him, and had started to push his knees up toward his chin. The change of position meant the blonde had to use both hands to keep his balance while Ron's tongue licked the underside of his balls and moved inexorably toward the hole in his tidy little butt.
By now, the blonde's ass was almost straight up in the air as Ron buried his nose and tongue in it. He was standing on his knees now, and his proud member was on full display in front of the camera. It looked somehow sleek and rumply at the same time until Andrew realized he was uncut. The longer he watched, the more of the head slipped out of its sheath.
Andrew realized he had never played with an uncircumcised guy before, and now he wondered what it would be like.
The blonde had grabbed the back of his knees and held his legs out wide to give Ron more access, and Andrew watched more and more of Ron's cock poke out as he devoured the ass in front of him. The slurping sounds he made were coming through the microphone loud and clear, almost drowning out the blonde's moans.
With a sigh, Ron finally backed off his prize. Andrew watched as saliva slowly dripped down from the object of his attention. The blonde whimpered.
Ron spit into his hand and coated the end of his cock with it, then looked up and into the blonde's eyes. "You want this?" he asked in his quiet voice as he lowered the guy's butt a little to line it up with his cockÑ-and, conveniently enough for Andrew, Camera 8.
"You know I do! Please!"
"I don't know, Brad. You seem kind of half-hearted about it," Ron said with a quirky grin tugging on the edge of his lips.
"Fuck me already!" bellowed Brad.
"If you say so," replied Ron in his unflappably calm manner.
His cock had continued to grow through the exchange. It had almost no flare to the head and wasn't particularly thick, but Andrew was impressed with how long it had gotten. It looked like a rocket ready to take off. As soon as Ron was lined up, Andrew realized he wasn't the only one who thought so.
"All systems go?" he asked Brad placidly with a grin.
"Yes."
"Then here we go in three, two, oneÑ"
And with one lightning quick massive shove, Ron buried himself to the hilt in Brad's ass.
"YES!!!" roared Brad so loudly that the audio cut off and Andrew could have sworn he heard it through the walls of the outhouse.
Andrew couldn't believe he had taken that entire thing in one go without preamble and only spit as lube.
He watched Ron smile as the audio returned.
"How do you want it?"
"Long, hard and fast, definitely!" replied Brad.
"You got it!"
Ron slid his red rocket all the way out of the stake it had just claimed and then as quick as the first push, was back in. Andrew had never seen someone pummel an ass so hard while long-dicking, even in porn. It was amazing to watch. The video feed made it look like there were two Rons: one standing behind Brad's hole and the other standing practically inside it. Only the visible length of his cock connected the two images.
"Yeah, Ron!" Brad egged him on with his deep voice. "Give it to me good!"
Ron didn't respond other than to keep drilling the living daylights out of him.
"You feel so good!" Brad panted. "Are you close? I'm about to shoot!"
Ron nodded just as Brad stiffened and cum started shooting out of his cock in ropes that flew over his head. Andrew was amazed at the load he was shooting, and then he saw that it was actually two loads: just as quickly as he had imbedded himself earlier, Ron had pulled out and was shooting his load in exact sync with Brad. How was that even possible?
Andrew had been so enraptured with watching Ron and Brad that he didn't even realize he had been stroking himself until he shot all over the shower wall mere seconds later.
It took him a few minutes to catch his breath, just as it did for Brad on the screen. Somehow Ron looked like he hadn't even broken a sweat. He gently helped Brad lower his feet to the ledge on which he lay, then moved around and out of view of the camera.
Andrew switched back to Camera 6 to see Ron had walked up to Brad's head so his lover could suck the last drops of precious cum from his cock. Brad eagerly licked Ron's cock and took great care to make sure that the foreskin was completely clean before he let Ron's cock retreat into its sheath. When he was done, he looked up at Ron and smiled.
Ron leaned down and began to lick up the mess that covered Brad's chest and stomach. Once he was satisfied he had gotten everything, he licked his lips and planted a kiss squarely on Brad's mouth, sharing the taste of their union.
When they broke the kiss, they shared a long look of afterglow adoration before Brad got a gleam in his eye and chuckled.
"See? No one bothered us the entire time!"
"I'm guessing they just haven't made it up the steps yet. I think they heard you clear back in town."
Brad grinned. "I'm okay with that," he said.
"You know you're incorrigible, right?"
"Yeah, but I think you secretly like it," Brad suggested. "I can be bold and loud enough for both of us."
"That you can," Ron agreed. "But for now, I'd like to get out of here before they arrive."
"Okay."
While they did that, Andrew rinsed off the shower wall. By the time he finished, the men were out of view of all the cameras.
He thought about what he had just witnessed. They didn't seem to be strangers to the place. How did they know about the grotto? Were these guys friends of John's? What would it be like to meet them in person now that he had watched them have straight up sex together? This was definitely a good thing not to bring up, of that he was sure. He doubted Brad would care, but Ron would undoubtedly be embarrassed. Or maybe he was reading too much of himself into the situation...
He finally decided to put it out of his mind and cross that bridge laterÑ-if he ever came to it. After all, no one knew he had watched them, so he could avoid that drama easily.
He closed the grotto window and tapped on the icon for the outhouse. Now that he knew what to look for, he noticed there were ten cameras in here too. Wait, ten? How could this be? He hadn't seen a single one!
He started clicking through them one by one.
The first one had a view outside from the front door.
The second angle was from...where is that? The top corner of the sink mirror? He looked, but couldn't see any trace of it.
The third was from the other top corner, but he couldn't find that one either.
The fourth was right in front of him, but a little higher. He looked up and found it recessed inside one of the holes he had thought were lights.
The fifth was the same story behind him.
The sixth one was looking at the shower from across the room. He found that one subtly placed in the wall of the stall facing the shower.
The seventh one showed what looked kind of like a sauna with a wooden box in the middle of a room with three built-in wooden benches facing it. One was below the camera, while the other two were on the opposite wall facing the camera with the back one raised slightly like stadium seating.
The eighth, as Andrew knew before he even clicked on it, was the same view from the opposite side of the same wall.
It was the ninth that stunned him. He could see the double benches below the camera, the box in the middle, and the single built-in bench on the other side as he expected. But above that bench was a window. A window that clearly showed a beautiful ultra-modern slab sink with two stalls beyond it to the right and a large shower area to the left.
That mirror above the sink was one-way glass?!?
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