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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 30
The burger was better than Andrew expected and the spicy waffle fries even more so.
"She wasn't kidding about these fries, was she?" he asked his companion.
"Oh no!" John replied. "If anything, she undersells them."
As if to emphasize his sentiments, he stuffed a couple more into his mouth.
They didn't speak much as they enjoyed their meal together. The food was too good to waste time with chit chat when there was another bite just waiting to be had!
As they finally got down to the last few bites, the pace slowed enough for more conversation.
"So how long has Mabel been working here?" Andrew asked.
"I don't really know, actually. A long time though. You could ask her yourself if you like, but it's not polite to ask a lady questions like that, you know," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"I suppose you're right about that," Andrew admitted.
And then the whirling dervish was back.
"So how did you like it?" Mabel beamed at Andrew. "Really good, am I right? I see you finished everything, so I know you didn't hate it at least. And you downed that thing like a starving snake swallows a field mouse in no time at all, so you were either absolutely famished or you liked it a lot. Of course, it could be a mix of both, but I'm guessing it was more about the taste than the hunger. Don't think that I didn't notice you two were too intent on your meal to even bother with all that staring into each other's eyes bit you were doing before the food got to the table. I'm a professional, and I can tell how things go. Why, I didn't even need to top off your root beer for you, though I suspect that will change now. When you get done eating as fast as a racehorse, there's always a lull afterward. But I don't mind in the least, honey. We are between meals, so there's plenty of time to relax here if you want to. It's always nice to have Johnny about the place, and I like you too, so just take your time and let me know whenever you are ready to wrap things up. In the meantime, I will keep your drinks well-filled for you."
"Thank you, ma'am, you've made this a wonderful experience," Andrew interjected.
"My word, Johnny! Where did you find this one? He's cute AND he has manners? You've got yourself a winner here, my boy. A true diamond! You'd better take good care of him! Of course I know that you would already, but I'm just saying it so you don't forget. You've found a keeper!"
"I know it, and I'm doing my best!" John beamed at her.
"Atta boy," she said with a wink before she swept off to check on her other tables.
"So what shall we do next?" John asked Andrew. "We can chill here for a while, or go do something active, or go back to the cabin for more cards; what are you in the mood for?"
"I'm not sure. I am still all in on the lazy day plan, but I'm kind of tired of cards too..."
"I get it. In that case, let's chill here for a little and then head back. I'm sure we can figure out something besides cards to keep us busy with," he said with a wink.
"I'm notÑ" Andrew quickly glanced behind him to make sure Mabel wasn't right over his shoulder again.
"I'm not opposed to that plan at all," he grinned.
"Then it's settled." John declared. "Let me make sure there's no emergencies I need to contend with." He picked up his phone, swiped it open, scanned for a minute, tapped a few things, and put it down. "It looks like I'm still free!"
"Well that's nice," Andrew laughed.
Mabel was suddenly back again. "I saw you glanced my way; need anything, honey? What can I get you?"
"I think we are ready for our capper now," John replied.
"So soon?" Mabel clucked disappointingly. "I was expectingÑmake that hopingÑyou boys would stick around for a bit after that whirlwind lunch of yours. It's always good to let your insides settle before you are off and running again, you know."
"Well, we still have to finish the grand finale, of course, but we are just going to spend our afternoon indoors anyway, so we will be fine."
"Indoors? You? Oh! I see," she said with a wink as recognition dawned. "Ah to be young and newly in love again! Well, you boys just hold on a moment, and I'll be right back."
"Did she justÑ" began Andrew.
"Yes, she did," John confirmed.
Andrew began to flush again.
"But howÑ"
"She's no fool. She is good at reading people and knows what's up. There's no need to go all shy about it now."
"ButÑ"
"Ah ah ah! Didn't we just have a talk about this sort of thing? Embrace it and own it! We are all adults here, so we needn't be ashamed of natural life," John said. "Look at me."
Andrew did.
"I'm not asking you to be rude or vulgar, but you just need to learn to let go sometimes."
"I'll try."
"Good boy."
The swirling of Mabel's skirt and the tap of her shoes heralded the return of the larger-than-life waitress.
"Here you go, boys: one sundae shake for each of you. I've been making these for Johnny since he could barely walk, haven't I? It's like our special thing and now you are in on it too. We make great shakes and malts here, but this is the special one that keeps him coming back for more. It's got all the goodies of a sundae, but in delectable shake form so you don't need to worry about things melting all over everything. I make these myself, you know, and I daresay I've got the hang of it by now, yes indeed! Let me know what you think, Mister Andrew, and I'd be happy to make adjustments for you next time if you like!"
"Thank you so much," Andrew replied.
"Of course, of course! Whatever I can do to make things better for you, I'm all in for! Now don't let me gab away while it melts in front of you! You two get going on those and I'll be back in a bit."
And away she swept again.
The "sundae shake" was absolutely beautiful. It was in a classic clear milkshake glass that had a stemmed base and a swirled texture that swept up the fluted sides. The shake itself was mostly white, but also had swirls of pink (strawberry?), chocolate brown, and golden caramel in separate layers. It was capped off with a generous dollop of whipped cream sprinkled with a few peanut crumbles and crowned with a single vibrantly red maraschino cherry.
"Wow."
"Yeah, and it tastes as good as it looks!"
Andrew took a long draw from his oversized straw and was rewarded with all the right layers of flavor. He forgot that he had just wolfed down a burger and fries as he delved into the wonders of this shake. Maybe it was just because he hadn't had anything like it in such a long time, but he quickly decided this was the best shake he'd ever had bar none.
"See?" John laughed. "I told you!"
"Mmhmm..." was all he got in response.
Before they knew it, the shakes were finished, and Andrew suddenly felt very full indeed.
"Okay, I'm really done now," Andrew said. "I'm not used to having that much of a lunch."
"Well, we WERE hungry, after all," John reminded him.
"Very true, but that's taken care of. Now I need to roll back to the cabin and maybe work off some of those calories before taking a nap," Andrew said with a smile.
"Good plan!" agreed John.
John paid for the meal, including a big tip for Mabel, and they headed out to the car. Once he was up and moving, Andrew didn't feel as stuffed as he had sitting in the booth, so that was nice.
They climbed into the car and made their way back to their cabin in the trees. As they pulled up to it, Andrew was again struck by the uniqueness of the treehouse. It still looked precarious being so high off the ground between the trees, but at least those trees were thick and solid.
John clicked the remote and down came the lift for them to board. Again, Andrew could feel the sway as it rose, but it wasn't as alarming as the first time. It seemed that you could get used to it over time, which kind of startled Andrew to think about. What could petrify you at first could become a humdrum event later. Not that Andrew was there yet by any means, but the idea that he could get there was interesting.
"I have a question for you," John suddenly said.
"Yeah?"
"Would you be up for wearing a blindfold as we, uh, `work off our lunch calories'?" John asked with a grin.
"Sure."
"What about cuffs?"
"Okay, though I think we've already established those are within bounds for us," agreed Andrew after a short pause.
"I thought so, but I wanted to double check first. And don't think I didn't notice that little pun you threw in there, by the way! 'Within bounds!' I want to try something and I'm pretty sure you're going to like it."
"You do, huh?"
"Yes, I do," he affirmed as he opened the door into the cabin.
"Give me a sec," requested Andrew as he headed for the bathroom.
"No problem at all."
Once Andrew had shut the door and turned on the shower, John checked under the bed and then got the blindfold and cuffs ready to make sure he had everything he needed for what he hoped would make Andrew's day. He peeled off his shirt, shucked his shorts, took off his shoes and socks, and then climbed up and kneeled on top of the bed, facing the bathroom door.
When Andrew re-emerged, John was ready for him.
"Come over here, sexy," John beckoned.
Andrew was only too happy to comply.
Their hungry lips were drawn together like magnets, and they kissed deeply. Andrew's towel fell by the wayside at some point and they were barely aware of their hardening cocks and stroking hands as they shared that intimate time with each other.
Andrew had made his way onto the bed, face to face, mouth to mouth, and tongue to tongue with this amazing man. What was left of Andrew's doubts melted away once again as he found himself in the arms of the man he loved.
The kissing continued unabated even then.
It was some time before a somewhat breathless John gently pulled back.
"Are you ready for your next adventure?"
Andrew nodded.
"Okay then," replied John as he reached toward the nightstand and the blindfold it offered.
How on earth this could be so appealing, Andrew couldn't fathom, but he found himself getting harder as John gently put it over his eyes and checking the fit.
"How's that?" he whispered teasingly into Andrew's ear.
"Goo-ood," stammered Andrew.
Why was he trembling? It wasn't like they hadn't done this before. But then he realized this was different. Shock and surprise overrode these feelings before. This time, he had consciously agreed, and the sensations were notably more, well, sensational. Everything seemed to move almost in slow motion. He could feel his senses respond and his mind come to grips with the situation as it happened.
John resumed the kiss and ever so gently swept him sideways off his knees and laid him back down on the bed, barely breaking lip contact the entire time.
Andrew could feel his body practically purr in response.
John's kisses moved down to his neck and then over to his shoulder. John gently raised Andrew's arm up over his head and kissed and licked his armpit. After a minute or so of close attention there, John suddenly nipped him a little with his teeth. Andrew's arm jerked down in response, but only barely, as it had been attached to the headboard while John worked his pits.
As Andrew knew he would, John then moved his attention to the other shoulder, armpit, and cuff.
Andrew was once again tied up and prevented from calling the shots. There was still the flutter of uncertainty, but not the fear that had nearly overwhelmed him the last time. The excitement was just as intense.
John's hands gripped his sides and held him in place as his kisses trailed downward, ever downward. From armpits to chest, chest to stomach, stomach to the insides of his legs (neatly missing the throbbing meat and full balls that were right there), down the inside of his legs to his ankles, and then ankles to toes, where he teased even them with his tongue and mouth.
A few moments later, John had gotten off the bed and Andrew heard some shuffling and pictured John removing his boxers, apparently losing his balance in the process, because he heard a thump and an "oof" of pain as he did so. Andrew inadvertently smiled at John's mishap, but that was completely erased from his mind a moment later when he felt hot breath and a soft tongue envelop his raging hard-on at the base.
That tongue seemed to have a mind of its own as it somehow managed to wrap itself around half the shaft before it slid up the shaft, stroking every nerve under the flange of the flared head as it made its way up to the very tip of his cock.
Andrew gasped. That was something John hadn't done before, and he liked it. A lot.
The tongue returned to the base and repeated the movement. Then again. Then again. And again. Every swipe of that clutching tongue was amazing, and Andrew was straining his hips upward in response. He couldn't get enough. John had to physically hold down his legs to keep him from moving around too much.
Andrew was moaning incoherently in pleasure with the waves of feeling rippling along his cock and through his body as that tongue swiped again and again.
Finally, it stopped.
But only for a moment: Andrew could feel warm breath encompass his dick and then the tongue was back at his root. But this time, it was joined by soft warm lips that snugged themselves around his shaft before the tongue slid back up as it had before. The difference was electric. Why hadn't he done this before? John had been holding out on him! Of course, he no longer cared about that. Not with this blow job!
Then that talented tongue did something else. It seemed to twist around sideways and wrap itself almost all the way around while those lips continue to move up and down, working to milk his pole for all it was worth.
Andrew was in heaven, and he could feel the surge growing from deep in his balls. His breathing must have given him away, because the tongue unwrapped itself from around his member, and then those amazing lips loosened their grip as well. The much looser arrangement still felt amazing, but Andrew could feel his imminent eruption subside. A moment later, and that hot mouth that had been driving him crazy with desire stopped entirely.
Andrew whimpered at the sudden change.
From the foot of the bed, John asked if Andrew was good with that or wanted more.
Was he nuts?
"More," moaned Andrew.
"Own it, or it doesn't happen."
"I want more! Work that cock until I explode!" he yelled.
"That's my boy," John chuckled.
Andrew could feel the mattress quiver as John moved up from the foot of the bed. He could feel the weight of John's feet beside his hips on the bed as he crouched low over Andrew's crotch. He grabbed Andrew's slick cock and positioned it just so before sliding himself down, impaling himself on Andrew's turgid rod.
Oh man! It felt so tight and so velvety! It was even better than the hot mouth a moment before. John must have adapted to him by now, because there was no hesitation or uncertainty this time around. Just a smooth motion and he was buried inside that warm gripping hole. Gradually, the pace quickened until he was really bouncing hard up and down Andrew's fuck stick.
Andrew's pulse quickened again and just as he was about to peak, the motion stopped.
"No! Don't stop! I want to cum!"
"You will, but you won't want to miss this part, trust me."
Andrew let out a half-whimper, half-groan sound of frustration.
"Hold on," chuckled John.
Andrew's legs were lifted wide and to each side and he felt the grip on his pole adjust itself to the new angle.
"Yes..." sighed Andrew.
Then he felt something poking at his balls. Something solid prodded a few times and then suddenly slid inside the warm ass right alongside his cock. He heard John gasp above him and then heard him make a much more muted grunt of effort and satisfaction.
The pressure on his cock was intense as it shared the snug canal with the second invader. Andrew could feel every move the other made as if it was part of him. It was almost as if...
Then he shoved upwards and heard the unmistakable sound of two grunts at the same time.
"Wait, what? What's going on?" Andrew cried even as he could feel the rush within him growing for the third time.
"Do it," John said.
"Do what?" Andrew answered as he felt his blindfold being ripped off.
He squinted fiercely in the light, but as he adjusted, he could make out a trim golden torso with a smattering of ginger hair above him, then a squinting red face and a sweaty freckled brow.
Duncan!?!
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