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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 25
The next week went by in a blurr of work, lunches or evenings with John, and browsing personal therapist profiles ad nauseum. Andrew was still not sold on the idea that a counselor would even be helpful, but John suggested that as a first step, so he agreed to do his "due diligence" and try it. By Friday, everyone sounded exactly the same. Myriads of well-worded blurbs with swirling details and impressive-sounding credentials with promises to help him gain self-esteem by finding himself. Blah blah blah...
A dark secret part of himself wished he hadn't promised to pursue it, because he wanted nothing more than to abandon it and move on. But John was worth this hassle, and after all, it just might work. He called John at lunch and tried not to complain, but it just popped out.
"There are just so many of them!" he exclaimed. "I can't even keep them straight anymore."
"Then it's time to step back and take a break," John replied reasonably.
"But I promised, and I don'tÑ-"
"Stop!" John's voice boomed through the phone, cutting him short. "I appreciate you're trying so hard, but it doesn't have to be done immediately. It took a long time for you to get here, and it will probably take a while to find balance, but there is no deadline. You hear me?"
"Yes," replied Andrew meekly.
"Good. Now, do you want to head back out to the Jacks this weekend, or are you burnt out on it?"
"I'd love to go back out there!"
"Cool! Do you want to camp, stay in a cabin, or what this time around?"
"You have cabins?"
"Yes," John chuckled. "They're all unique and some are pretty cool."
"Well, I have to admit that having a roof over my head sounds awfully appealing."
"We can do that," John laughed.
"When should we head out then?"
"It's up to you: I get off work before you do today."
"How about six?"
"Sounds good, sexy!"
"I'll see you then!"
Before Andrew knew it, it was 5:30 and he still had to pack before John arrived. Andrew ran up the stairs, grabbed his bag, and started throwing stuff in it. John was never late, and he didn't want to make him wait for him to get his stuff together after he arrived.
He had packed and finished brushing his teeth when he heard John swing into the driveway. He checked his watch, and sure enough, it was 5:58. He swung his bag over his shoulder and dashed to the door. He had his hand on the doorknob when he paused.
Just how punctual was John, anyway? He decided to put it to a test and turned his wrist so he could see the moment his watch hit 6:00. At ten seconds before, he slowly turned the knob, and with a split second to go, he suddenly swung the door in...and watched John's knuckles swing downward and miss the door they were aiming for completely. Prompt indeed!
"Gotcha!" cried Andrew with glee.
"So you did," laughed John. "Does this mean you're ready to go?"
"Absolutely!"
"Great! You seem a little more chipper than you did over the phone."
"I am! You're here!"
Andrew lunged at John for a quick kiss and then pushed him backwards.
"Now let's go!"
"Yes boss!" John said with a happy bark.
John had the top down, so Andrew tossed his bag into the back seat and settled himself in. He was buckled before John had even gotten his door open.
"You really ARE ready to go, aren't you?"
Andrew just grinned at him.
"All right," John laughed. "I get it: no dilly dallying. But I haven't had dinner yet, and I'm guessing you haven't either, right?"
"Oops! I knew I was forgetting something."
"Good. Now I don't have to feel weird about eating in front of you."
"What?"
"It's rude to eat in front of someone if they aren't eating."
"I know that, but I think we are past such niceties anyway, aren't we?"
"I agree, but I wanted to hear you say it. That way I can remind you of it when you're hungry and I'm not."
"You're a dork."
"So you keep saying," John said with a grin. "What would you like for dinner?"
"Oh man, I have no idea..."
"I've been hankering for some Greek lately, would that work for you?"
"As long as we are talking about gyros, yeah! If you're talking about some Adonis though, you'll have to share."
John glanced at him quickly in surprise.
"I would, huh?"
"Yeah," Andrew answered, suddenly uncertain about his little quip.
"You'd be okay if we shared a guy?"
"Well," stammered Andrew. "I only meant that otherwise you'd be cheating on me."
"I see. So you aren't interested in adding a third on occasion?"
Andrew froze a little bit. It was a joke! How was this conversation even happening? It went against his upbringing to even consider playing with someone else if he was in a committed relationship. And that had been his entire motivation for `wasting' so much time perusing therapists over the last week, so he definitely considered himself committed. Extra people always spelled doom for a couple. Didn't they? What did John think about it? Could Andrew himself handle that kind of a situation? He was certain he wouldn't do well if John was out having fun with other guys while he stayed home, but that wasn't the question, was it? The question was whether he'd be okay with another guy if they were both there. This was such a new idea he couldn't process it.
"I don't know," he finally answered slowly. "I've never thought about it before. It would have to be just the right guy at just the right time. Is that okay?"
"Of course it is!" John assured him without a trace of either disappointment or eagerness. "I'm still getting to know you, but it surprised me a little bit that you'd suggest it."
"I thought I was being funny."
"You were! But there is always truth in humor, so I thought I'd ask."
"That makes sense."
Did it? Did it really? Andrew always took pride in his intelligence, but he was starting to feel like John was running rings around him with insight. He was going to have to watch what he said: with John, anything was up for reinterpretation and a response. He decided there were many worse vices to be had, and this motivated Andrew to try to think about what he said before speaking instead of just blurting out whatever came to mindÑa valid habit in any case.
It was only a few minutes later that John pulled up to a little white restaurant with blue trim. Andrew had driven by it many times, but never actually stopped.
"So do you mind if we go in and eat, or are you in too big a hurry?" John asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"I suppose it would be nice to eat at a table," laughed Andrew.
"I was hoping you'd say that," John confessed. "Even gyros are hard to eat while driving."
"For sure," Andrew agreed as they climbed out of the car and made their way inside.
The place was nearly full, but they got one of the last available tables and settled in to look at the menu.
"So what's good here?"
"I've loved everything I've triedÑeven the spanakopita, which is usually way too sweet for me. But my go-to is definitely the gyros."
"Then I'll try that. I was leaning that way anyway, but that totally seals it."
"Happy to help!"
When their waitress walked up moments later, her stunning blue eyes lit up when she saw who was at the table.
"Johnny!" she exclaimed. "It's so good to see you!"
"You too, Thea!" he said with an equally big smile as he stood up to give her a hug. "It's been too long, and I just had to stop in!"
"I'm glad you did!"
"Althea, this is my boyfriend Andrew," John said, gesturing across the table.
"Boyfriend? Really! We go way back, John and I, and I'm very pleased to meet you, Andrew!"
"You too!"
"I wish I could sit and catch up right now, but we are hopping tonight. Do you know what you'd like to drink? I'm guessing the usual for you, right, John?"
"Of course! And we know what we want to eat too."
"Great! What will you have?"
"I'm just going to have a gyro and a salad."
"You got it! And how about for you?" she asked as she turned back to Andrew.
"Actually, I'd like the same thing with a Perrier, please."
"Ooh, fancy!" Althea said with a wink. "I'll be back in a few minutes with your drinks."
"Thanks, Thea!" said John.
"Of course!" she replied even as she turned to hustle off.
"Wow," Andrew said. "She is beautiful!"
"Yes, she is," agreed John, settling back into his seat
"Where do you know her from?"
"Her family lived next door while we were growing up, so we've always been thick as thieves. I honestly kind of think of them as my own family."
"Ah, cool."
"Just wait until you meet the rest of them," John laughed. "They are a blast!"
"Okay then," Andrew laughed back.
Althea swept by again a few minutes later with their drinks, and Andrew was again struck by her stunning olive skin, lustrous dark curly hair, and wide smile.
"There you are!" she announced as she set their drinks before them. "Your order is in, and I will bring it out as soon as it's ready."
And then she was off again to take care of another table.
"She looks like she's been doing this a while."
"She has," John chuckled. "This is the family's restaurant, and she's been working here since she was thirteen."
"Ah, I see!"
"Yep; they all put in their time here, I can tell you. They have a big family too. In fact, everyone working here is part of it."
Andrew looked around and now that John mentioned it, he was surprised he didn't see the family resemblance in everyone earlier.
They talked a little more about the two large families living next to each other and some of the past adventures the herd of kids got in until the food arrived.
Andrew didn't realize he was so hungry until his plate was in front of him, and after the first bite, he was all about that for a while. John seemed equally ravenous, so conversation ebbed as they enjoyed their meal.
They were done quickly, and John caught Althea's attention with a wave, who promptly produced the bill. John already had his credit card in his hand, and she was off to process that in no time. "She doesn't look to be the only one with well-practiced skills here," Andrew observed.
"What?" John said with a briefly puzzled look. "Oh, that! I try to be quick now so they can seat more people as swiftly as possible. I used to take my time and chatter away for hours, but I overheard Althea's dad griping one day that they would make more money if people didn't linger during the busy times, so I'm doing my part to help with that. Did you notice they have a line of people waiting to get in now?"
Andrew had been too engrossed in his food to look around before, but a glance confirmed John's observation.
"I will have to introduce you to all of them sometime soon," John said as Althea made her way back to the table.
"Here you go, Johnny!" she said as she handed him back his card and receipt. While John signed it, she continued. "Ya-ya's birthday is coming up in three weeks, and I know she'd love to see you at the party if you can make it. You can put Andrew here through the ringer and show him off too, of course: I'd love it if you could both come!"
"That works for me," John replied as he looked over at Andrew. "Want to join me?"
Andrew shrugged. "Sure! What day?
"Monday," Althea answered with another mirthful smile.
"I'm in!"
"Great! I will see you boys then. Now don't get into too much trouble in the meantimeÑand I'm tired of having to fill out police paperwork for your bail, Johnny!" she added with another wink to Andrew. "Bye!"
And with that, she whirled away back to her other patrons.
"Jail?" Andrew asked with a quirked eyebrow.
"It's nothing. Was nothing, I meanÉ" John trailed off as he stood up to leave. "Come on, I'll explain in the car."
They made their way out to the car and were about a half mile down the road before Andrew's curiosity got the better of his patience.
"So, jail?"
"Yeah," John said slowly. "It was really nothing, but she never lets me forget she literally had to bail me out of jail once when I was a teenager."
"What happened?"
"It's embarrassing."
"I figured that part out from Althea's wink. Now I want to hear the story!"
"Basically, I was brought in for indecent exposure and I didn't want my parents to know, so I called Althea to bail me out instead."
"That's it?"
"Like I told her, I was jerking off behind a dumpster when a cop happened to see me when he drove by and took me in.
"I expected more," Andrew said, shaking his head. "I haven't known you as long as Althea, but to me, that hardly warrants you being too embarrassed to talk about it. There has to be more to the story!" John sighed.
"I'm right, aren't I?" Andrew insisted.
"Fine, but you have to swear to keep it between us and only us. I've never told anyone more than what I've already told you. Can you do that?"
"Of course I can!" replied Andrew eagerly.
"Okay then. Do you remember that old bookstore on Elm?"
"You mean Treasure Box?"
"Yeah, well I found out they had an adult store in the backÑ-"
"What?!? I never saw that! And I used to go there all the time!"
"You couldn't get to it from the street side unless you went through the emergency exit door; it really only opened into the alley behind the building."
"No kidding! I would have never guessed!"
"Yeah, they kept it super quiet so they wouldn't have problems with the neighbors."
"Wait, so you're telling me it was like a secret bookstore?"
"Yeah, kind of like a speakeasy. It was only known by word of mouth. They had a high privacy fence and they would only let you in after they checked your ID."
"I found out about it and tried to get in once when I was seventeen. I made a fake ID and I was going to try my luck, but when I turned down the alley, so did another guy in his forties who vaguely reminded me of my dad and I suddenly came up with a better idea. Long story short, I talked this guy into saying I was his son for fifty bucks so I could get inside."
"No way!"
"Yes way," John laughed. "It took a little convincing for the doorman to buy the story of a dad introducing his son to the world of sex, but as luck would have it, the guy and I did look alike enough to pull it off. The way the guard looked at us, I think he might have been into that sort of thing anyway, so we eventually got him to let me in with my `dad'."
Andrew was incredulous.
"What then?"
"Then we went inside and went our separate ways. I tried to look through some of the magazines, but they were all Saran Wrapped shut. There was a small book section with sexy covers, and then I looked down the video aisles.
"There was a black curtain at the end of those, so I went through it and found some coin-operated video booths. I happened to have some quarters with me, so I went into the first one and started it up. I felt terribly dirty in that little black booth, but I was too worked up to stop watching and jacking off.
"I kept getting distracted by what I thought were mice in the walls before I finally noticed someone had stuck their fingers through a little hole in the wall and were scratching the wall with their nails. I must have jumped six inches, hahaha.
"I had no idea at the time what they were doing, but eventually I walked over to it and tapped the fingers so maybe they would go away. They did, but seconds later a tongue came through instead. That's when I finally figured it out what was going on. It didn't take me long to push that tongue back through the wall with my hard cock and fill the mouth on the other side.
"I don't know if it was because I was so turned on, or if the blowjob was really as good as it seemed, but it didn't take me long to shoot my load down that throat, let me tell you!
"I didn't want it to end, so I kept pumping in and out of that hot velvety mouth for several minutes before I had another idea.
"When I pulled back that time, I quickly dropped to my knees and stuck my tongue through the hole as far as I could and we had a weird but hot tongue duel. It was almost a kiss, but the wall was a little too thick for that. I could taste my own cum on the tongue too, which added even more excitement to it.
"After a little while, I heard some rustling, and the tongue and mouth backed off quickly. I was bummed and figured my fun was over, but then as I was starting to stand up, I realized they weren't done yet: a nice hard cock slid through the hole and I pounced on it, licking, sucking, and slobbering all over it.
"As I worked him over, he didn't last long either and blasted shot after shot of his seed into my hungry throat. I kept trying to suck more out until he yelped from the sensitivity. "He must have dropped back to his knees again, because I heard him whisper `That's enough for now, son, but that was super hot!' through the wall.
"I tried to peek through the opening, but I think his pant leg blocked the view, because I couldn't see anything for a long while. I could hear him fiddling with his belt, and then suddenly I could seeÑvaguelyÑfrom the pale light from the TV screen. It wasn't until he opened the door to leave that I got a good look at him and confirmed my suspicions. It was my `dad'Ñthe guy who snuck me in!
"Being seventeen, I was still hard as a rock, of course. I put in another quarter and tried to decide if I should leave or wait a little bit longer and see if something else happened. I was stroking when I noticed a little flash of light from the glory hole. I figured someone else had taken the room, so I quickly put my eye to the hole to see if it was a guy or a girl.
"It was definitely a guy. He was about five foot six and slim. I couldn't see much at first because the video player had stopped.
"He carefully and methodically stripped, folding his clothes in a neat stack as he went. Once he was naked except for his socks, he stood up to put a quarter in the player and I caught my first glimpse of him. He had a tight stomach, small but well-defined pecs and that waist vee like you do. His cock hung down surprisingly low at first, but filled out rapidly once the flick started.
"I was a little disappointed that I could hear women in his video, but then he sat down and I saw his face for the first time and was dumbfounded. I kid you not, it was my school librarian!"
"Holy cow!" Andrew exclaimed.
"You have no idea! I had the biggest crush on him forever! I knew he was married, but I always hoped he was at least bi and dreamed of ways to find out. Of course, I knew that was a disaster waiting to happen, so I never did anything, but now...
"I put my fingers through the hole like my `dad' had done earlier to see if he would respond.
"In no time, I felt that hot and heavy dickhead on top of my fingers, so I pulled them back and opened my mouth to receive the meat stick offered me. It was much wider than the one I had just serviced and it seemed longer too. It was definitely a mouthful!
"I had to work to remember how to open my throat enough to get it all inside, and I could feel my cheeks bulging from the invasion. I think I must have groaned, because I heard him say `shhh!' from the other booth. It didn't slow me down in the slightest, though: I was loving this challenge!
"After several minutes, my jaw started to ache, but I wasn't willing to let this perfect cock go without sharing its treasure. I knew I couldn't take much more, but then I started to wonder if I could take it another way.
"I had been literally drooling all over this schlong, so with one hand, I gathered as much spit as I could and started working it into my asshole. I knew without looking that I must be leaking pre-cum too, so I scooped that up and pushed that in too.
"As soon as I felt ready enough, I let his throbbing tool slip from my mouth and stroked it a few times while I turned myself around. Then I took a big breath, tried to force myself to relax, and shoved myself back hard to impale myself on that gorgeous big ol' cock.
"It hurt like hell for a second and almost literally took my breath away, but I heard a loud moaning grunt from behind the wall and it didn't matter anymore: I was making that cock happy!
"I tried to slide myself back and forth on it, but I had trouble keeping my balance, so I ended up just keeping my butt mashed against the wall and let him do the pumping in and out of my hole. "It was so hot to be living out this fantasy, I can't even tell you!
"I could hear him growling on the other side as he pounded my ass hard. Not only was he hung, but he had the energy to keep going. Eventually, he reached that peak, because he froze for a moment and then the shooting started.
"He would grunt with each blast he shot up my ass, and he must have shot a lot, because I could feel it dripping out of my ass and down my legs. After he spent himself, he pulled out and I could hear the plop sound when it happened.
"I moved back to the bench to sit and rest my tired legs, but I was careful to keep my back to the wall with the glory hole in it because I didn't want him to find out who I was.
"I went back to jacking my raging cock, and, I swear, not ten seconds later, I was blinded when the door swung wide open--"
What do you think happens next? :)
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