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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 58
The car came to a quick stop, turned around, and went back down the ramp from whence it had come. Andrew barely noticed.
He was completely engrossed and engulfed by the hot man before him talking dirty-Ñor rather yelling dirty, actuallyÑ-and egging him on as he plowed his hot ass. The pain from the dry and aggressive first entry quickly melted away as his pre-cum provided some much-needed slick to the tight hole he was filling with his hard and swollen cock.
It was clearly not as easy for John, who Andrew could see wincing slightly even as he demanded a harder fuck in no uncertain terms.
His first outdoors sex just a few weeks ago in the side of a cliff seemed pale compared to this. This was not in the woods in the middle of nowhere. This was in the city in a public garage where random strangers could come by at any moment like the car from a moment ago. For all he knew, there might be a security camera filming them right now. There might even be a security guard watching them through his monitor at this moment. For that matter, the guard could have already called the police on them. But now he was unleashed and with John pushing him on, there was no stopping.
"Damn, boy," growled John. "That's it! Fuck me! Shoot that load and claim my ass now!"
Sweat dripped from Andrew's brow down onto John, and his face was deep red with exertion. His muscles were all taut and working at a fevered pitch with a singular mission to give John his all.
With a gasp, John arched his back and his ass tightened around Andrew's nightstick as he shot a healthy load all over his furry trunk. That was enough to push Andrew over the edge and he started blasting hot cum into John in powerful bursts.
"Yes! Yes! YES!" cried John, who reached down to grab Andrew's ass and pull him as deep into himself as he could and hold him there.
Andrew's next waves of shots picked up in intensity again instead of just tapering off. Could you orgasm a second time before you were even done shooting from the first one? Apparently! It felt like he'd never stop cumming. He was sure his double load wouldn't stay up inside John when he pulled out. He could still feel his cock pulsing, but he was pretty sure it had finally stopped spewing any more cream at this point.
Reality started to creep back in now, and Andrew started to look toward the ramp to see if anyone else was coming up and began to ease his dick out before John brought him up short.
"Off!" John barked.
Thinking he was unwittingly hurting him, Andrew whipped his red tool out of John's chute in one quick jerk and hopped back.
John's hole was very red and puffy with some of Andrew's seed leaking out.
"Boxers! Now!"
Andrew scrambled to find them and hand them to John, but when he extended his hand, John just looked at him and then down at his junk.
Andrew balled them up to wipe down John's belly, but was again brought up short.
"Those are boxers, not a rag," he stated flatly.
Andrew hesitated.
"Un-ball those and put them on meÑ-NOW!"
Andrew got it then and put them back on John before reaching for his jeans.
The smell of the fresh cum that was starting to seep down in thick drips (that he wasn't allowed to clean up in the slightest bit) was intoxicating as he re-dressed his man. Some of it promptly dripped onto John's jeans when he stood up on his own.
John seemed oblivious to the mess.
Andrew turned to gather his things, but...
"Get in the car!" ordered John. "Now!"
Andrew obeyed instantly, even putting on his seatbelt as was his natural habit. But doing so completely nude was a new thing.
John grabbed Andrew's stuff and carelessly tossed them in the back seat before climbing in himself.
Were they just driving away like this? Andrew was not interested in getting arrested for indecent exposure. He unbuckled his seatbelt and started to reach back for his clothes before John again brought him up short.
"Put that seatbelt back on," he growled.
"ButÑ"
"Now!"
Andrew did as he was told.
John started the car and drove back down the garage to street level.
Andrew's heartbeat was racing and his mind was in overdrive. Once again, he had done something he never would have considered on his own. Too many risks, too much exposure, too much not thinking. And it was still happening as he was being driven around stark naked in the passenger seat of a car. A convertible. With the top down. It was so...dangerous. He was absolutely scared. And absolutely excited.
What was John doing to him? He was becoming a reckless mess of a horndog, a slave to his own libido and the directions of a man he had allowed to be his boyfriend, doing things no normal person would do.
Or would they? He had no idea what "normal" people did behind closed doors. Oh, he was quite familiar with all the ridiculously unlikely scenarios in porn (too familiar, if he was quite honest), but that was not reality. The, um, acting of all the impossibly good looking and well-endowed stars was usually hilariously bad with scripts that were even worse. No, there was very little of real life to those. An enticing fantasy world that crumbled with any degree of scrutiny. Which is why no one cared to do so. It was just an avenue to get off with.
Then again, John had made his life much more like that world with all the implausible locations and situations, cheesy jokes, and most of all, his sheer sex appeal. It was irresistible.
Or was it? Truth be told, Andrew could have said no to almost all of it. It was easy to blame John, but he was just the catalyst for Andrew's metamorphosis. He had even set some of it up himself, after all.
And tonight was just crazy. He knew that John purposely got him excited, which was not exceptionally abnormal, but for him to bring out some of that aggressive dominate side was fun. It had clearly been hovering right at the edge of things the entire time and only, ahem, coming out in short glimpses. It was always playing second fiddle to making sure Andrew was enjoying all the fun.
Today was different. As soon as John parked the car, he ordered Andrew around and clearly brooked no resistance. And Andrew had almost instinctually responded to John's command voice. It heightened everything and left no room for equivocation or doubt. Just action.
And for all of John's earlier talk about masters not being bottoms, he sure went a long way to making that a myth. Barking orders and then lying himself back and demanding that Andrew drill him hard without lube...
Damn was that hot!
He looked over at John.
He seemed completely at ease with both hands on the wheel and paying attention to driving.
He didn't seem to notice that his clothes were all stuck to him weirdly from the jizz that had dried in place on his chest and stomach and the globs that had fallen onto his jeans. His boxers must be clinging to his cock, balls, and waist underneath those jeans, too. Despite the breeze, Andrew could still smell the essence of cum emanating from his hot body.
John glanced his way briefly and smiled at him. It could have been Andrew's imagination, but there seemed to be a hint more predator to it than before.
Andrew thought about talking, but he wasn't sure if the "scene" was over yet. He decided it was still in effect since he was still naked and so kept silent.
There wasn't a whole lot of traffic to wade through at this time of night, but Andrew was very conscious of every car and especially every big truck. He hadn't felt that John's car was conspicuously low before, but now it was like every car on the road was higher and full of people who could look down at him. It was petrifying and a total rush at the same time. All he could do was consciously act as normal as possible so he wouldn't inspire any interest at all from passersby.
Andrew glanced down at his own lap and saw that he was fully hard again despite the chilling breeze that had him shivering.
John must have noticed too, because he turned the heat up all the way and directed the vents toward Andrew. It helped, but he was grateful they didn't have far to go.
As fun as it was to be bossed around by John Dom, Andrew would never allow himself to just be a doormat in perpetuity again. He had a couple relationships like that before where he accommodated bossy and controlling guys, and he was unwilling to go down that road anymore. It took too long to find himself again after he finally got out of them.
While John's nature was very different from those jerks from his past, Andrew was quite aware that there were similarities. Push and pull between them should be normal and even good, but in his opinion, boyfriends should ultimately be equals.
That was probably the root of why he had been having so many doubts about the relationship for so long: he felt John was way out of his league and thus being equal was inconceivable. He was grateful for John's effort and Bill's perspective to help him see that just because he was different, it didn't make him less of a person.
And now he was fully invested in becoming more of himself so they could be more equalÑ-at least in confidence. Encourage him to stand up for himself and then turn around and order him around, will you, John? We'll see about that!
With that thought in mind, he started concocting his "revenge" scenario for later. That kept him occupiedÑ-and hardÑ-for the rest of the drive back to John's place.
After John parked his car under its arch, he glanced over and saw Andrew's boner still sticking up proudly from his crotch. As Andrew moved to take off his seatbelt, John finally spoke for the first time since the parking garage.
"Looks like you might have a condition there, buddy. Don't get out just yet, okay?"
"Okay..." Andrew answered uncertainly.
John got out and came around the car to open Andrew's door before he dropped down to his knees. He leaned close to give Andrew's cock a good inspection.
"You know they say you need to call a doctor if you stay hard for more than two hours," he began.
"It hasn't been two hours," Andrew replied.
"No, but I just want to be sure you're okay."
And just like that, he went down on Andrew's pole.
"I'm fine," Andrew insisted. "I don't know ifÑooh!"
John's skills took over from that point, and in a complete atmospheric turnabout from the rooftop escapade, this was the most sensuous and almost worshipful blow job Andrew had ever gotten.
Hands, tongue, lips, mouth, and breath were all used to coax and stimulate every millimeter of Andrew's manhood. Sometimes the lightest touch, sometimes the deepest swallow, sometimes the hungriest suction, with the speed changing as appropriate.
Andrew was breathless and gasping the entire time John worked his magic until Andrew shot his third load in less than half an hour, filling John's hungry mouth with tasty spunk.
When Andrew's spasms subsided, John meticulously licked him clean of any trace.
Andrew's dick finally started to wilt a bit a few moments later.
"Oh good!" John joked. "No emergency room visits tonight."
"Good thing," Andrew remarked drily. "I don't think I can handle anything more today. I'm exhausted."
"Yeah, it has been a long day," John agreed. "Meeting your family, then the birthday bash at the bar, and then....parking. But I wouldn't have traded any of it for anything."
"Me neither," Andrew said softly. "You're amazing."
"So are you," John said as he leaned in for a nice kiss that lasted a few moments.
"Want to stay the night again?"
"I don't dare. I'd call in tomorrow and I need to work."
"I suspected as much," John admitted. "But you are welcome anytime. Now that you know where I live, of course."
"Of course," laughed Andrew. "Can I get dressed now?"
"Oh!" exclaimed John. "Of course! In fact, let me help!"
John grabbed Andrew's clothes (well, technically his own) out of the back and then dressed Andrew with all the care of a professional valet.
When he was finished, he patted Andrew's chest. "There you are, sir. All dressed and ready to go."
"Thank you, John," Andrew replied in his best aristocratic air before he broke into laughter. "I love you."
"I love you too," John answered as he pulled him into a deep embrace. "So very much."
Andrew spared another good night kiss before he made his exit back out to his car through the old iron gate.
It really had been a long day and Andrew was tired, but he managed to get home safely without falling asleep.
As he pulled up and waited for the garage door to open, he looked over his place with fresh (if tired) eyes. The dark gray siding made it almost look black at night, but white trim outlined the porch, windows, and doors. It had a very modern feel to it despite its Craftsman style. The brick walk led to the wide front porch with its multi-paneled deep red front door and the flanking porch lights added some warmth. He chose all these elements when he overhauled the place shortly after he moved in and it had held up well. The landscaping was lovely as well, with small flower beds around the outside of the even green lawn, but that was a splurge that he paid other people for.
He pondered what it would be like to let go of it.
It was a nice place, he knew, and would be easy to sell if he wanted to. He wondered briefly if he would miss it, but with some surprise, he decided that he really wouldn't all that much. As nice and comfortable as it was, it held a lot of memories of hard times interspersed with long bouts of loneliness. He didn't particularly want those reminders and he realized he was ready for a change.
He tried not to get ahead of himself, but he felt energized and excited whenever he thought of that old abandoned nursery. The challenge of it spoke to him. And the possibility of moving forward with his lifelong dream added a sense of almost euphoric anticipation. He was definitely going to crunch some real numbers to see if it was a reasonable swing. But that was for tomorrow.
Plus, he had no idea what the house was like since he hadn't seen it when they visited the site.
He parked his Subaru dead center in the middle of the double car garage before he texted John to let him know he had made it home safely. He made his way up to bed and barely got his clothes off before he was sound asleep.
He didn't even stir when John texted him back...
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