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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 38
"I suppose you can stick with that if you want, but Bill really is okay too," said Bill. "I only tend to be Mr. Fletcher on weekdays before 4pm."
"Of course! Bill it is!" Johnny confirmed once he had recovered from his surprise.
"Excellent! So, what's the scoop here?"
John outlined the equipment they had and the various aspects he wanted Bill to monitor.
"It shouldn't be too hard, really," he said after the briefing. "We don't mess with Joe's stuff unless absolutely necessary."
"Probably a good idea," Bill chuckled. "He can get cranky sometimes."
"Ah! So you know him!"
"Indeed," Bill chuckled wryly. "Not super well, but you should see him on game nights when someone messes up his strategy. Sometimes we throw him just to get a reaction," he laughed.
"Sounds like him," John chuckled. "Did he go over what kind of event this is?"
Bill's confidence faded ever so slightly. "Yeah. I've never been to one of these kinds of things, but it's all good. The tech stuff doesn't change regardless, right?"
"Not at all."
"Then I should be good. I suppose it will probably actually help that it's not really my thing, so I won't get distracted. I'll be fine."
"Great!" John replied. "Once you get all set up, you'll probably have some time to kill, so feel free to explore if you like. There are a few short trails around here and I've already let Mabel know you are welcome to whatever you'd like from the diner too."
"That's very generous," Bill answered. "Thank you."
"My pleasure! And if you need anything, just let me know."
John swapped numbers with Bill before turning to Andrew again.
"Ready to go?"
"Sure!"
They made their way back down the stairs before John paused.
"Okay, my agenda is complete. What do you want to do next?"
"Hmm..." began Andrew thoughtfully. "I'll be hungry soon, but did you say there were short trails around here?"
"Yep!"
"How short is `short?'"
"So short I can't call them hikes. I can barely say `trail' with a straight face they are so short."
"Then let's check out one of those."
"You got it!"
They made their way back outdoors and John led Andrew to the left toward the edge of the clearing where a worn path could be seen snaking through the trees.
It was a pleasant path that was used enough to be visible, but not enough to be considered a thoroughfare. It reminded Andrew more of an animal watering track than anything else. It meandered around thickets and over or under trees along the way. The dappled light flickering through the tree cover added an almost surreal effect to their unhurried walk. They went down into dells, over small hills, and around clusters of boulders. It was so relaxing to just go with no agenda. They chattered away pleasantly as they walked, but the conversation wasn't important, so it kind of went in one ear and out the other as far as Andrew was concerned.
Andrew let John lead for no reason other than it was easier to watch him from behind than it would have been from ahead.
The filtered light did wonderful things to John just as it did to the woods they were in. The light playing in his hair gave him a slight halo effect of gold that flickered with the blowing of the breeze, which Andrew found mesmerizing.
The dreamy walk with this fantasy man had its expected result, and Andrew grew less and less interested in walking and more interested in other things.
"Can we just sit for a minute?" he finally asked.
"Sure!" John agreed. "Are you tired already?"
"No, I just want to soak it in a bit before it's over."
"We can do that. There's a good spot just ahead."
"Cool."
A few minutes later, the path wound around some big rocks taller than they were, and John announced they had arrived.
"Okay..." began a skeptical Andrew even as John took hold of his shoulders and turned him around to look back the way they had come. "Oh!"
The rocks they had just come around actually formed a rough V shape. The outer edges were pretty much vertical, but between them was a stepped crease that grew wider as it rose. Inside the recess, there were several "steps" that started out very tiny and shallow at the bottom getting increasingly deep and wide the higher they went.
"Did your family carve those?"
"No," John chuckled. "These were here before we were. I have no idea if someone made them or if they are another example of Nature's mysterious wonder, but I like them either way."
He bounded up to the step about five feet from the ground and sat on it.
"You coming? You were the one who said he wanted to sit down," he teased. "Yeah," confirmed Andrew. "Just a sec." He leaned down to look closely at some of the smaller steps to see if he could work out if they were carved or worn. After a few minutes, he resigned himself to the realization that there was no way he was going to figure it staring at them. They were just too old.
"Find what you were looking for, Professor?" John teased.
"Almost," Andrew said good-naturedly.
He straightened up and found himself looking right between John's legs.
"I was hoping to solve your mystery, and you know how I just love bringing mysteries out into the light for everyone to see."
"Uh huh."
Andrew could smell John's aroma from where he stood, and that was that.
He reached out to cup John's hefty bulge and squeeze it gently.
"I see," said John with a smile. "Mystery, is it?"
Andrew leaned in for another long whiff of the package he was about to open.
"Not for long."
He was so close, he couldn't help opening his mouth and trying to get John's manhood inside. He failed, but not for lack of effort. He twisted his head around to try different angles and worked to open his jaw more. It was of no use: there was just too much John-Bulge to get his lips around without taking off those pants.
Not one to admit failure, Andrew didn't stop. John's jeans were soon soaked in front and the bulge grew ever more pronounced thanks to Andrew's efforts. John ran his fingers through Andrew's hair and stroked his head in encouragement and appreciation. It finally got to the point that John was uncomfortable trapped inside his denim cage.
"Okay, bucko, time to ease off a bit."
In a tiny fit of frustration, Andrew nipped at John's package, drawing a yelp from John.
"Hey!" he said, pushing Andrew back.
Andrew was having none of that and locked his arms around John's waist so he couldn't be stopped. He did change tactics though and started to lick and nip just above John's waistband.
"Mmmm," growled John, who leaned back once he realized there was no dissuading Andrew.
Andrew unlocked his arms and let his hands roam over John's body under his shirt, stroking his back, his waist, up to his shoulders, and down his arms while he continued to nibble and lick John's midsection. While one hand stopped in the middle of John's back, the other slithered around front and stroked his fuzzy chest.
"Mmmm," moaned John. "That feels so good!"
Andrew kept at his ministrations with enthusiasm. He began to flick and tweak John's nipples while French kissing his belly.
This drew a laugh out of John: "That tickles," he protested half-heartedly.
But Andrew could feel John's member throb thickly under his chin, so he continued to tease/torture John with glee.
Eventually he couldn't wait any longer and attacked the buttons on John's fly one by one enjoying the drama of the gradual freeing of his prize. He soon had peeled John's outerwear back as far as he could, John obligingly lifted his hips so Andrew could yank them off and toss them behind him. John's pole had worked its way down one leg of his wet boxers and the head stuck out past the fabric, throbbing and dripping.
Andrew's tongue snaked out and licked the tip, drawing out John juice in a long droopy thread as he pulled away. His reward was more from the source. He put his lips around the head and tried to suck more of that delicious substance from within John as if his dick was a straw. He made John gasp from the vacuum he created in his zeal. John finally had to ask him to stop.
"Dude," he cried. "I can't handle any more of that."
Andrew obliged him this time, but of course he was far from finished with John. He promptly switched to deep throating the meaty tool in front of him. By now, he was getting used to opening his mouth big enough to handle the job well, no longer scared of dislocating his jaw as he did so. He made love to the man before him with his smoothest and most sensual blow job yet.
John was squirming and moaning like crazy by now, in complete thrall of the mouth on his dick. He had a slightly dazed expression when Andrew finally pulled off.
Andrew looked up at him and they locked eyes before Andrew declared that he wanted to be impaled on John's cock again. John nodded. He would have done anything for Andrew in that moment, but this was easily what he wanted most himself.
Andrew stripped off his clothes, revealing his still hairless body to his enamored boyfriend, whose smile managed to look both completely loving and a little bit goofy.
Andrew climbed up to the step above John's, turned around so he faced outward, and straddled John by bracing his feet against the sides of the V in the rock. It wasn't quite the splits, but it was very close, and his ass was in perfect position.
John licked his fingers and teased Andrew's hole open a little bit.
Andrew concentrated on loosening his muscles as he settled downward and paused when he felt John's solid tip kiss his rosebud. It was still slick from the blow job and still seemed to be leaking pre-cum, so he screwed up his courage and slowly slid himself down. He involuntarily gasped as he went. He may be getting more used to it, but John was still one thick man!
He settled all the way down, willing himself to accommodate this huge invader. He could feel himself opening up.
So could John. It was all he could do to not go for it immediately, but he waited until he could feel the vise-like grip on his cock loosen up just a bit. Then he took a firm hold of Andrew's hips and lifted him up until only the tip remained and then drew him back down.
"Yes," breathed Andrew.
Taking that as his cue, John picked up the pace and worked Andrew's ass on his fuck pole. Up, DOWN, up, DOWN, up, DOWNÉ
They were both clearly in heat by now and they humped with abandon there in their own little world, oblivious to the gentle sun beaming down at them, the sweet cool breeze blowing over their increasingly sweaty bodies, and the solid rock providing the anchor for their passion.
Too soon, John could feel the surge coming.
"I can't hold back any longer," he cried. "I'm going toÑ"
Andrew beat him to the punch and started shooting, his cum shooting high and far even as it was flung in every direction from the pounding John was giving him.
Andrew's ass tightening up sped John's release and it was mere seconds later that he grunted and held Andrew all the way down and shot his seed deep into Andrew's ass.
There was no mistaking it this time: Andrew very clearly felt the huge load he was being injected with. This has got to be the biggest load he had pulled from John yet, he thought with satisfaction.
John continued to shudder and spurt beneath him until Andrew felt like he could almost taste the sperm at the back of his throat.
John let go of Andrew's hips and reached both arms around his chest to hug him tight. He gently kissed Andrew's shoulder, neck, and ears as they descended from that exquisite high.
"Wow," breathed Andrew.
"That was amazing," John agreed.
They sat there like that for a few more minutes enjoying the closeness they shared with each other before Andrew finally had to give his legs a break from the tension of being stretched out like they were.
"I'm kind of surprised I was able to do that," he confessed. "Especially for that long. I bet I'll feel it tomorrow though."
"I'm sure you will," John agreed. "But it was so hot!"
"Yeah, it was," Andrew confirmed.
He had turned around by now and was facing John.
"It looks like even the memory keeps you going," John teased when he saw Andrew was still hard.
"You know me," Andrew said, trying not to blush.
"Yes, I do. And you are amazing."
Andrew did blush at that.
It didn't take Bill long at all to get the feel for the equipment and double check the feeds were all working properly.
He looked at his watch.
'Almost two hours to kill,' he thought. 'What to do?'
He decided to grab a bite to eat even though he wasn't quite hungry.
By the time he got outside, though, he thought twice. He had plenty of time to eat, and it was perfect weather. 'It would be a shame to waste such a beautiful day,' he thought. 'And aren't I always saying I spend too much time inside? I'll just do a quick walkabout first.'
He did a quick survey and thought he could make out the beginnings of a path to his right, so he ambled in that direction.
It was a pleasant little path and he let his mind wander a bit as he strolled.
John had seemed familiar, but he couldn't place him. John's reaction clearly said he was recognized on the spot, but luckily the conversation didn't go back the other way leaving him grasping at straws. Who knows? He had been at the school for more than twenty years now, and there was no way to remember everyone. John seemed old enough that it was probably a long time ago anyway. He was grateful that the reaction wasn't a negative one, just one of surprise. He always tried to be nice and attentive to the kids, so that was encouraging at least.
His thoughts were interrupted by a pair of pants dropping out of the sky just in front of him. What was this?
He brought himself up short and looked around. He had only been half paying attention as he went, but now he could clearly make out some odd sounds just ahead. What was that? Slurping? A gasp?
Curious, he crept forward to see what it was, trying to stay hidden behind the underbrush.
He only had to take a few steps to see that it was John and that other kid (what was his name again?) that he had met earlier. John was perched on top of some rocks and the kid wasÑoh!
Bill had been happily married for twenty-five years and considered himself unequivocally straight. He had seen gay porn clips, of course, but they did nothing for him, so he just dismissed it. This was different. He knew he should turn around, walk away, and leave them in peace, but somehow, he couldn't pull himself away. He was riveted in fascination. Guiltily, he realized he must be something of a voyeur.
He watched John, enraptured in bliss as the kid bobbed his head in front of him until he suddenly stopped. He could see them trade a look and recognized it as one he and his wife would share at special moments.
Then the kid stood up straight, peeled off his clothes and started climbing up the rock. When he turned around, Bill could see he was completely bald below the neck. And hard as a rock. On impulse, Bill looked over at John's tool and then tried not to feel a bit jealous at how thick it was. Nothing to be ashamed of there, for sure. And the kid was well hung too...
Then the kid turned around and straddled the gap in the rocks with his long legs. Well, that's something you don't see every day! The smooth and lanky kid was spread wide and had his behind dangerously close to that thick dick of John's. It looked even bigger next to the skinny little ass hovering above it. Could that really work? How could something so big fit into that little hole? As he watched, he discovered it could. The kid had lowered himself right onto it. In fact, it looked like he had taken the whole thing. He could tell from his face that he was feeling...full. And Bill could tell from his ramrod-straight pecker sticking out that he was enjoying it.
He watched as John gripped the kid's hips and took control of the pace, working the kid's ass up and down his cock. They both had looks of utter bliss on their faces.
Bill looked down and discovered he was stroking his own hard dick. He couldn't remember the last time he was quite this hard. He almost stopped he was so startled, but then he glanced back at the men on the rocks and unconsciously went right back to it.
They were really going at it now, moaning and grunting and panting. He watched the kid start shooting, flinging cum around everywhere. Right after, he heard John roar and hold the kid down. Even though the kid was in front of him, Bill could tell John was cumming from the tensing of his body and the expression on his face.
He looked again and he could clearly see that the kid was still impaled on that impossibly thick cock. Then he saw something else: a thick stream of milky white dripping down from between John's cock and the kid's ass. Damn!
With that, he shot his own load all over the bushes in front of him. Not just a dribble and a few spurts, but a full arching volley.
'How could this be so hot?' Bill wondered. 'I'm straight, for crying out loud! Aren't I...?'
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