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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 36
Andrew woke up from his dreamless sleep a little cold. It was dark. So dark, in fact, that he couldn't remember where he was at first. Then he smelled the fire that had burned out at some point earlier and remembered the cabin. John's cabin all by itself hidden in the woods. And just the two of them to enjoy it.
Andrew realized with a start that he was alone on the floor. John must have gotten up earlier and moved to the bed without waking him up. That was thoughtful of him. If slightly misguided, Andrew amended as he shivered from the cold. Well, no matter: he'd just have to make his way to the bed and rejoin John.
He slowly stretched a little bit to make sure his legs wouldn't cramp up on him and stood up, trying to be as silent as possible.
It apparently wasn't as pitch black as it seemed, because he was starting to make out the very faintest of shapes in the darkness. He hoped if he waited a little more, he would be able to make out where he was going. He knew where the bed was, of course, he was just hesitant to move that way because he was certain that he would slam his toe into something in the gloom.
He tried to listen for John's breathing, but he could barely make it out from all the nighttime noises coming from outside the cabin. He was trying his very best to let John sleep and not wake him up.
After a few moments, he finally felt confident he could make his way without raising a ruckus, so he took one careful step after another until he guessed he was beside the bed. He leaned over and reached out tentatively to see which side of the bed John was on. The first swipe revealed nothing, so he swept his foot forward a little bit to make sure he was next to the bed like he thought. He was not. It turned out he was more than a foot away from it still. Once he shuffled forward, he repeated his sweeping gesture over the bed, and this time bumped something that gave way when pushed, but sprang back to its original spot when released. It wasn't too big, but definitely solid. Of course: the heat it gave off made it quite clear that this was John's midnight wood.
Andrew marveled at that for a moment. It was sticking straight up! He had never seen one that was truly perpendicular when a guy was lying down. The ones he'd known all angled up toward their chins. John's breathing hadn't changed, and Andrew knew it was his sleep rhythm. They had slept together enough for Andrew to recognize that. He still didn't want to disturb John's sleep, but it would be a crying shame to let this perfect opportunity go to waste!
Andrew could feel his mouth watering even before he had officially decided what was going to happen next.
He leaned down over the bed and carefully drew that glorious cock into his mouth. He just closed his mouth over the head and listened to see if there was any response, but John's breathing remained unchanged. Andrew slowly started to slide up and down John's pole, making sure to keep it at a nice and easy pace. Although he was tempted, he didn't want to really suck on it. He was more interested in coating it with as much saliva as he could. He soon had it slicked up and practically dripping with spit.
He stuck a few fingers in his mouth next and slobbered over those too before he reached behind himself to try to get himself ready for his next move.
With that accomplished, he crept closer to the bed. He was now grateful that the mattress was an old stuffed kind without any springs in it at all. While it had proven heavy and difficult to put sheets on earlier, he knew there would be no jouncing about if he got up on it, which was exactly his plan.
Andrew stepped up onto the mattress and then swung his other leg up and over John so he straddled him. With utmost care, he took hold of John's raging hard-on and slowly lowered himself onto it. He paused just a moment to make sure he was lined up, took a deep breath, and then sank slowly but surely all the way down. He could feel John's pubes scratching his rear as he sat bottomed out to let his hole get used to the intrusion once again. It felt like John's poker was red hot as it radiated heat into Andrew. He soon felt comfortable with its bulk (which thankfully took less time each time), and slowly rose up to the crown again before letting himself down again.
John was somehow still oblivious judging from his breathing, but Andrew was pretty certain that wouldn't last. So much for not waking up John, he thought with a grin. He rose again and dropped again. It felt amazing and he had complete control of the pace, which was great. But now he was ready for more. He rose again and let gravity pull him down this time, notably harder than a moment ago when he was using his legs to slow his descent.
John began to stir from the bumps as Andrew worked himself on John's dick harder and harder. John became conscious with a start and a jerk that speared himself just a bit deeper up than Andrew had managed up to now. A rough growl escaped as he realized what was happening.
Then John reached up with his strong hands and grabbed Andrew by the waist on either side and helped lift him up and then guide him back down to meet John's now-thrusting hips rising off the bed. The intensity ratcheted up instantly and both men were groaning and grunting in no time.
John lifted his outside knee up, tightened his grip on Andrew's waist and pulled him down hard onto his cock before he performed an unexpected feat of strength and control, thrusting to the side and literally lifting Andrew off his crouching legs into a roll with Andrew ending up on his back on the other side of the bed still completely impaled on John. Without missing a beat, John grabbed Andrew's ankles and held them wide as he kept up the frenetic pace and ravished Andrew's hole.
"Oh god, YES!" cried Andrew. "Fuck me!"
John grunted a growl in response. "Yeah? You like me drilling you like a cheap Saturday night whore?"
"Yes! Give it to me!"
"Boy, you're about to get what you deserve for waking a sleeping dragon!"
"Yes, John, yes!" Andrew was nearly delirious again with the intensity of the moment as John slammed his rock-solid battering ram into him again and again. He may have started things in motion, but the tables had turned, and John was now in complete control and there was no stopping him now.
John bellowed in and out big gulps of air as he fucked the living daylights out of this sexy man bellow him. Andrew suddenly grabbed both of John's thighs to pull him even closer and that was enough to trigger John into exploding his pent-up load deep into Andrew with a roar. He kept shooting and shooting with Andrew's hungry ass pulling in volley after volley after volley of cum. Andrew was shooting now too, and the tightening of his ass muscles pulled even more out of John. It was like his very life was getting sucked out of him through his dick. It was literally minutes before the high began to ebb.
"Damn!" John exclaimed in a gasp as he collapsed back to where he had started before this all began.
"Wow," breathed Andrew.
"I'm going to have to be careful where I sleep from now on or I might not get any," John remarked wryly.
"You might be right," Andrew agreed. "I saw your cock sticking straight up and I couldn't let that go to waste."
"You're so considerate."
"Always," Andrew replied. "I'm just glad it worked."
"Oh, it `worked out' all right!" John said vehemently. "I'm still trying to catch my breath."
"Well, that's a good sign in my book," Andrew declared as he rolled up on top of John again.
"Mine too," John admitted with a smile.
"Good," said Andrew, before leaning down and kissing him full on the mouth. He could feel his own cum starting to drip from his chest and stomach, and on a sudden impulse, he dropped completely onto John and ground their bodies together. By the time they broke the kiss, they shared a coating of man-seed. Only then did it dawn on John what happened.
"Why you little stinker!"
"I had to share the wealth," Andrew laughed.
"I see..."
"I'll wash it off in the morning."
"I'm going to hold you to that."
"Only if you hold me in the meantime."
"That can be arranged."
"I hope so," Andrew said dreamily as he slid partially off to one side. One arm and one leg remained on top of John. Andrew could feel John's heartbeat through the hand laying on his chest and he could hear John's breathing still slowing to a more normal rate as he nestled his head on John's shoulder. True to his word, John covered Andrew's hand with his own and reached his other arm around Andrew to hold him close.
They both returned to dreamland.
The next morning was properly laid back and uneventful. They had breakfast, did some more upkeep on the cabin itself, cut the grass (with a scythe, no less!), and washed and replaced the bedding they had dirtied. Around 12:30, John was satisfied that they had done due diligence to the cabin and called a halt to the work.
"Okay," he began. "Now that the work is done, we have options. We can either stay here and continue to rough it out just the two of us, or we can spend the rest of the time down in the main camp. Before you answer, there are a few things to consider:
"First, I do need to head down and take care of something in the next few hours regardless of what we decide. It's no bother to go down and just come back up, it just eats a bit of time.
"Secondly, I don't know about you, but I'd really like a shower. We can do that here or in the outhouse. In fact, we could also wait until we check into a cabin at the Jacks, but personally, I'd much rather shower before going into the office to get the cabin key.
"Thirdly, there is something of an event tonight, so it won't be as quiet as it was last week. Not that it ever gets loud exactly, but it won't be as tranquil as it was last week.
"I also have no idea what cabins are available, so we may or may not get the treehouse, if you were thinking of that."
"I see," said Andrew slowly. "Do you have a preference?"
"Barely," John laughed. "Like I said, I really don't want to stink when I walk into the office, and I'd prefer to use the outhouse shower to fix that rather than the frontier spray-down method up here."
"I totally get that," Andrew responded with a smile.
"The other thing isÑ-all other things being equalÑ-it's a long rough trail to get up here, so I tend to not take it any more than I have to."
"That makes sense too," said Andrew with a nod.
"Don't get me wrong," John added quickly. "If you like it here, we should just stay here. It's no big deal."
"You make it sound like this is our only chance to come up here, but we could roll up here pretty much anytime we want to, right?"
"There is that," John chuckled.
"Then let's blow this popsicle stand and move down to the camp."
"Are you sure? I feel like I talked you into it."
"Did you make any of that up?"
"No, it's all true."
"Then we're good. So get your crap already and let's hit that shower!"
"Yes, boss!" John replied with a grin.
They collected what gear they had and loaded them into those handy boxes in the Jeep. John pulled out a bunch of canned food and a few other items from the Jeep and they re-stocked the cabin with them before doing one last tour around the place to make sure everything was shipshape.
Once they were satisfied, they clambered into the old red rust bucket and made their way back down the trail toward civilization. They passed the grotto and its lovely picnic glade and kept going until they reached the hidden surprise outhouse.
It looked exactly as Andrew remembered it, but it was still something of a shock to walk into out in the middle of the woods. They set their clothes and toiletries down and started to undress.
Andrew noticed his reflection in the mirror and decided a shower was indeed needed before any public appearance.
He was reminded of all the fun they'd already had in this room. Had it really only been three weeks since he'd first been here? For all its continuing newness, that seemed like forever ago.
That was when he realized what caused what he was beginning to think of the "time capsule effect" of this place. It was spotless. No smears on the mirror glass or even a layer of dust on the counter.
"How does this place stay so clean?" Andrew wondered aloud.
John chuckled. "We can thank Coop for that. He sees to it that the place gets cleaned once a week or so. He sometimes grumbles about it though because it's not like it gets a lot of use. And those few that do know about it are generally pretty conscientious about cleaning up after themselves. There's kind of an honor code among the `inner circle' to pitch in with the upkeep, you might say."
"'Inner circle'? Really?"
"It's not really anything that formal, I promise you. It's just that I don't advertise the place to just anybody."
"But anyone can just walk in here! You never lock any doors-Ñdon't think I didn't notice!"
"Of course not! Anyone in the woods would be thrilled to discover a place to clean up, and how rude would it be to find it all locked up tight? Same goes with the cabin. If someone gets lost in the woods or stuck out here after nightfall, they have a safe place to sleep. There are plenty of animals around here that could bring danger, so I sleep better at night knowing that I am doing my part to keep people safe."
"But what if people steal stuff or wreck the place?"
"That would suck," John admitted. "But so far theft and damage have been minimal. Like I said, even though these are pretty far from the road and not the easiest to find, Coop makes his rounds up here once a week to make sure we don't have squatters or troublemakers causing problems. And the other guys are around sporadically as well. It's been fine so far, and I just hope it stays that way for a long time to come."
"Me too, for what it's worth."
"Thanks, now let's get clean!"
"I'm all in!"
John started the water to get it temp before he turned back to Andrew.
"What are you in the mood for?"
"You mean besides a shower?"
"Well, yeah. I'm thinking some old school rock."
"Oh! Music! Sure, that sounds fine," Andrew agreed. "But how old is `old' to you?"
"Good question!" John laughed. "How about Journey, America, Eagles, Zeppelin, and stuff like that?"
"Sounds good."
With a tap and a couple swipes on the control screen, the music began to play. They sang along and danced around a bit as they showered themselves clean.
Neither said anything, but it surprised them both that nothing more "adventurous" happened as they scrubbed, lathered, shampooed, and rinsed this time around.
In short order, they were clean, dry, and clothed once again. They stood side by side at the mirror teasing their hair just so for optimum effect, and then were promptly back in the Jeep under the trees.
John put the machine in drive and set about messing up their hair again the best he could as they clambered down the trail again.
Andrew's thoughts rambled along familiar threads as they went: John was so hot, Andrew wasn't worthy of his love, what would the future bring, how did John bring up things in Andrew he wasn't even aware of in himself, where was John's dark side, did John really love him, did he really love John, etcetera...
"Hey!"
Andrew blinked. "Huh?"
"I said `Hey.' I've been talking to you for like five minutes and I just realized you were all in your own little world again. You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking."
"About what?"
"Oh, just the usual."
"Please tell me that doesn't mean you were thinking about breaking up with me again because you're such a supposed loser. I don't think I can handle that after the wonderful weekend we've been having."
"No, not about that," Andrew replied, realizing he was barely being honest. He hadn't gone there, but he had skirted it mentally...
"Then what were you thinking about?"
Put on the spot, Andrew quickly switched gears in his head. "I was wondering what your important appointment is for. Hot date or something?" he asked with an overly excited smile to make it clear that he wasn't actually worried about that.
"Hardy har har." John retorted. "No, my program guy is out this week and I just want to make sure everything is in order for that shindig tonight I was telling you about."
Andrew wondered what kind of events were held out in the woods. Scout camporee? Wedding? Fishing derby? Bird watching?
"What kind of shindig is it?"
"A sex party," John replied blandly.
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