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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 23
Though still quite a distance away, Andrew could see John waiting for him on the bench of the landing where the cliff path met the stairs, looking out over the tree tops.
Andrew had pretty much decided to break it off with John by then. He was just too big a mess to lay claim to a man like him, and he cared about him too much to drag it out and pour extra heartache on the sweetheart when he knew they were doomed to future failure.
But then he saw John and was immediately uncertain. Here he was congratulating himself on being strong enough to break up with him, and the mere sight of John wiped away all of his determination. Besides, which was the greater measure of strength, saving someone from the pain of potential future loss, or deciding to face the potential pain yourself and endeavoring to avoid that loss altogether by changing yourself enough to make a long-term relationship work?
He had no answers. Either way was gambling on the future. He drank in the view of John as he drew closer to him, and it became crystal clear to him that he would rather gamble on a future that included John in it.
John turned his gaze from the trees to Andrew as he got closer. His face lit up as if it had been a week since they parted ways this morning in haste.
"Well, hello there, sexy! Have fun?"
"Oh yeah," Andrew declared. "Taking a dump is always a celebration!"
"I see," John laughed. "Maybe you will have to share your secret with me sometime, because `bombing the throne' has always just been a necessary evil as far as I'm concerned."
WhoopsÑhe had momentarily forgotten that every word he said around John was liable to be fodder for teasing and jokes.
"Maybe someday I will," Andrew retorted.
"Looking forward to it," John replied, sticking out his tongue.
"I'd keep that inside if I were you: never know what might happen."
"Words to live by," John agreed. "In other news, thanks for packing everything up! It made it super quick and easy to toss in the Jeep."
"My pleasure."
John looked him in the eye.
"I've got a question for you."
Andrew instantly broke out in a cold sweat. John knew. He had to know about his breaking into the security cameras and now this breach of trust was going to end everything. He braced himself for John to deliver the breakup that Andrew had imagined himself giving not even ten minutes ago.
"Ever surfed the forest?"
"Um, what?"
"Have you ever gone surfing in a forest?"
"Of course not: there's no water in a forest."
"Well, no. But I can show you how if you want to try it."
"I thought we had to get back to town."
"Oh, we do, but you can just as easily surf out as drive out."
"Really?" Andrew asked skeptically. "And how would we do that?"
"I'll show you if you're game."
There is no way he wouldn't rise to any challenge John gave him.
"Of course I'm game!"
"Great!" John answered brightly. "Let's double check camp for any trash and then we can head out."
"Okay."
They went down the trail along the cliff one more time and quickly verified there was no trace of their having spent the weekend there.
Back at the Jeep, they made sure everything was securedÑmostly in those lockboxes, of courseÑand got ready to go.
"Okay," John began. "Forest surfing's pretty simple, but we're going to do it beginner style first. The last thing I want to do is hurt you on your first run, you know."
"Thanks," Andrew offered agreeably. "What do I do?"
"First thing is to get up and stand behind the front seats."
Andrew obliged, holding on to the rollbar that stretched across the width of the cab.
"Perfect," John said, grabbing some rope. "Now I'm going to lash you to the bar so you don't accidentally go airborne. Before I do, make sure your feet are braced in the corners so you don't slide around too much."
Andrew did as instructed, which lowered his height a little bit, and John tied the rope around his waist and the padded rollbar until he was cinched in snugly. That finished, John grabbed the sleeping bag rolls and stuffed one around each of his feet and ankles.
"Trust me," he explained. "You will be happy they are there at the end of the ride."
Andrew nodded, feeling very trussed up and a little nervous.
John climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and looked up at Andrew again.
"All you need to do is pay attention to what is coming. I will try to avoid all the big branches and stuff, but don't count on me. You'll have to duck, deflect, and whatever else along the way. Ready?"
"I think so..."
"Okay then, here we go!"
John eased the Jeep back a little bit and then started forward, turning into the track.
Without the windshield in front of him, it seemed to Andrew that they were careening recklessly through the woods, though he knew they weren't. John seemed to be taking great pains to drive the smoothest path possible, because Andrew felt the jolt of every bump go through his body. The wind rushing over his face and through his hair was thrilling. It was how he imagined riding a motorcycle would feel without having to wear a helmet. It was exhilarating and fun and nothing like anything he'd experienced before. It wasn't long before Andrew adjusted to the rhythms and motions of the Jeep and having a blast.
It seemed like just a short time later that they pulled into the clearing and parked near the garage doors.
Andrew sighed.
"How was it?" John asked as he looked up at him.
"It was fun! Though it seemed way shorter than the drive there."
"I'm sure," John laughed. "It's always quicker when you are an active participant."
"I don't know how active I was," Andrew replied. "I could only move so much trussed up here like this."
"Mmmm, that's true," John agreed. "But think how different it would be if I tied your hands down too!"
"No thank you! I needed them!"
"Which is the only reason I didn't," John laughed. "Besides, you're going to feel plenty sore tomorrow night as it is."
"I'm sure," Andrew agreed. I have a feeling this was the ab workout I didn't know I signed on for."
"Think of it as one of the benefits of an adventurous afternoon."
"I will try, but can I get off now?"
"That is an excellent idea," John agreed as he turned around, reached up to grab both of Andrew's hands in his own, and literally licked his lips as he eyed Andrew's crotch.
"I meantÑ" began Andrew before John distracted him by opening wide and munching on Andrew's cock through the fabric of his shorts. "Ohhh..."
He instinctively jerked back at the sudden contact. Or at least he would have if he hadn't been bound so tightly to the Jeep. As it was, his flinch was practically non-existent.
John took advantage of Andrew's surprise and went to town gnawing on his crotch, his own saliva quickly saturating the front of Andrew's shorts until they were a sodden mess.
Andrew was lost again in new sensations at all the rubbing against his hairless groin. It wasn't long before he was tenting out so far that John's mouth could only reach the head of Andrew's cock.
Andrew had long ago stopped trying to pull his hands free and aimed to just experience the moment, so when John let go, Andrew didn't immediately move them. When he did, it was just to work his fingers into John's short hair and guide his movements as he worked on Andrew's cock.
John had finally released his grip because he was impatient for more of Andrew's cock in his mouth. He grabbed at the button on Andrew's shorts, fumbled a moment and quickly tore it free, not caring that he broke it clean off in his haste. He yanked the zipper down hard and fast to get to his prize, but because Andrew's stance was so wide, it didn't help him gain any more access. Now that the zipper was jammed too, John threw caution to the wind and took both sides of the fly firmly in his hands and in a burst of bestial hunger and impatience, tore the sides apart until he was rewarded with the sound of ripping fabric as the crotch seam gave way. The remains hung loose to either side of Andrew's fresh-looking junk.
Andrew had fortunately decided to go commando, because those too would have been ruined in John's pursuits.
Released from the hot and damp confines of his shorts, Andrew's cock twitched in the shock of being free in cooler air. His balls, however, were another story: no sooner had his shorts given way than John had drawn them both into his mouth where his tongue teased and lapped at them, sending little jolts of joy up through his core.
John somehow managed to stick his tongue out and lick along Andrew's perineum without letting his balls free.
"Oh my god, JohnÉ" Andrew moaned.
John reached up and grabbed his hands again before he finally let Andrew's slathered balls loose and straightened up to shove his head under Andrew's shirt and kiss his stomach, completely ignoring Andrew's throbbing cock for the moment.
Andrew kept trying to move his hips for more cock contact, but he was still strapped to the rollbar and could barely move at all. Every once in a while, John would brush it with his shoulder while he spent time on Andrew's belly, taunting him and whetting Andrew's appetite for more.
John's saliva dripped down Andrew's tummy and seeped between his skin and the rollbar until Andrew was finally able to have a little success with his efforts to thrust his hips, though contact with anything but air proved elusive.
"Please, John," he moaned. "Please..."
Finally, John backed off and looked up at Andrew with that goofy grin of his.
"What?" he asked innocently. "Here I am, giving you a working-over and asking for nothing in return and you still beg for more? You're so needy sometimes!" he exclaimed with a glint in his eye.
"You make me this way," Andrew whined. "I'm not normally like this, I swear. You justÑget me all riled up."
"So now it's my fault?"
"God, yes, it's your fault! I was fine until you came along and nowÉ" Andrew trailed off.
"Yes?" John coaxed, "And now?"
"And now everything I thought was enough isn't anymore. I'm finding things I never knew I liked and I just can't get enough. Most of all, I need more of you."
As he said this out loud, Andrew knew it was one hundred percent true. He may not feel like he was worth John's time, but he also knew he needed him like food. John refreshed him and gave him hope. Like water. He just couldn't live without him. Like air.
"I need more of you too," John said. "And I know where to find that!"
With a quick wink, John dove all the way down his pole in a single motion that drove all other thoughts from his mind.
"Fuck yeah!" shouted Andrew in blissful abandon.
John smiled to himself as he worked the rock-hard cock pulsing in his mouth. It had swollen noticeably already, and John was at the limit of his ability to accommodate it, but between Andrew's cussing and the ragged gasps of breath, he knew it was going to blast any second.
Sure enough, on John's very next balls-deep plunge, Andrew roared and John could feel his cum surge through the bulging cock in his throat. He quickly backed off so he could try once again to see if he could take every drop of Andrew's load.
He was almost too late, but managed to open his throat in time for Andrew's first blast. He could feel the force of it hit the back of his throat, and his eyes watered as he resisted the urge to swallow and risk losing the next shot of his precious milk. Again and again, Andrew's cum blasted the back of his throat, but John's determination paid off and he didn't lose a single drop. After what seemed like ages, Andrew's jets of man-juice started to taper off, and John was able to swallow and catch his breath. It took several swallows before he could finally start to breathe normally again. Once he was sure he had downed every drop, he tenderly slid off the spent cock in his mouth. It still twitched, but wasn't at full mast anymore.
"I think I finally did you in," John chuckled as he raised his gaze.
Andrew did not respond. He was slumped over the rollbar at his waist, his shiny red cock laying over his smooth sagging balls between the remnants of his shorts. His hands dangled over the frame of the windshield, and his head rested on one of his arms.
What frightened John was the very blank expression on his face and traces of tears in his eyes.
"Andrew?" John asked him worriedly. "Andrew!"
Andrew still didn't respond, so John dove at the rope tying him to the Jeep and furiously unknotted and unwrapped it. Just before it was all the way off, he grabbed at the stuff he had shoved in the corners and tossed them out of the Jeep to free his feet. That finished, he took off the last loops of rope and lifted Andrew out of the Jeep in a fireman's carry and gently set him on the ground.
"Andrew?" John asked again, almost in a panic. "Talk to me Andrew!"
Andrew blinked a couple times and the vacant expression melted away. Then he grinned.
"Ferris Bueller, you're my hero."
"What?"
"That was weird; I don't know what happened."
"You scared me half to death."
"My bad," Andrew replied sincerely. "The last thing I remember was you milking the living daylights out of my cock and then I got all tingly. Next thing I knew, I was sitting here."
"Clearly, I shouldn't have left you tied up so long."
"It's all good, really. The surfing was fun and the sex was hot! I'd do it again!"
John looked at him strangely.
"What?"
"I don't know, I'm just trying to set some sort of limit so this never happens to you again."
"Party pooper," Andrew teased. "Next time, I will have to make you pass out with pleasure and then you will see that I really would do it again."
"Okay," John said doubtfully. "As long as you really are okay."
"I'm fine, already."
John looked relieved.
"Though I can't really say the same about my shorts," Andrew laughed. "I think these are done."
"Yeah, sorry about that. Kind of..."
"I'm not," Andrew grinned. "I can't tell you how hot it was to have you literally rip my clothes off!"
John grinned back. "I want to do that to you all the time."
"As hot as that would be, I can't afford to buy new clothes that often," Andrew laughed.
"Noted! Now, what do you say we get going?
"Sure! But first, where's my bag?
John found it and tossed it to him so he could put different shorts on.
Andrew gathered everything that had been tossed around and started pulling out everything that didn't stay with the Jeep while John opened the garage and pulled out his car.
Once they loaded it up and put the Jeep away, they headed back to town.
They hadn't gone far when Andrew noticed a sign on the right side of the road for the first time. It had a large red backwards 3 at the top with a big red arrow beside it pointing into the woods, a blue "Jacks" below that and a red neon "vacancies" sign below.
"Hey, what is the name of your campground?"
"Three Jacks, why?"
"I just saw the sign for it. I hadn't noticed it before."
"Ah! Just now, huh? Not much of an attention grabber then, is it?"
"It looks fine to me."
"Fine? That's hardly a rousing endorsement for the public face of a going concern, is it?"
"I guess not, but I do like it."
"I actually put a lot of thought into that. I think the sign will grow on you as you get more familiar with the camp. Besides, like I said before: I don't really want it to get too big anyway. I'd have to cut more trees down and build more stuff, and that's not really what I'm going for. It's plenty big enough already, thank you."
"That's cool. I'm looking forward to checking it out. When are we doing that, by the way? Next week?"
"If you want to, sure!" John agreed. "I just don't want to hog you all to myself if you have other plans."
"Hog away! I rarely do anything on weekends. I don't usually even get dressed.
"Sounds hot!" John teased.
"Not really," Andrew protested. "It's just me by myself doing nothing."
"I find that hard to believe."
"It's true!"
"I can't picture you doing nothing, that's all."
"Well, okay, I do laundry, read a book, or watch TV usually, but nothing productive."
"No need to apologize! That's what weekends are for, aren't they?"
"Maybe. I've just always been something of a homebody and it seems so uninteresting when I say it out loud."
"No worries. It's not like I paint the town red either."
"But you have the campground..."
"Well, yeah, but I don't go as often as you might think. I kind of got bored with it until you were around to take with me."
"Oh!"
"But now it's fun all over again because I get to show you around."
"That's coolÑit's been fun so far!"
"And more to come!" John said with another trademark smirk.
This time, though, Andrew was not confused at his double entendre and laughed.
By the time they pulled up to Andrew's house, they were chattering away about favorite bands.
"So next week then?"
"For heading back to camp, yes, but I can't wait that long to see you again," John laughed.
They agreed to meet up again for lunch the next day, and Andrew grabbed his bag out of the trunk. John hugged him and gave him a long, hard kiss that woke his cock yet again and then with an unabashed leer, gave Andrew's crotch a solid grab.
"See you tomorrow, sexy!"
Andrew smiled.
"I can't wait!"
"Me neither!"
Andrew paused outside his door. He watched John back out of the driveway and waved as he drove away.
He fumbled with his key for a minute before he finally got it in the lock and opened the door. He dragged his stuff upstairs to the laundry room and as he leaned over, an envelope fell to the floor behind him.
What was this?
He picked it up and saw his name written in John's handwriting. He must have stuck it in Andrew's pocket during that last kiss.
He opened it up and started to read:
`Please don't hate me...'
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