The Man with the Jeep

By DurtyRiter

Published on Jul 19, 2024

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The Man with the Jeep

Chapter 60

Andrew's heart stopped for a split second before he realized it was just a hawk that was much closer than he was used to with remarkably coincidental timing. Still, even knowing that didn't mean his adrenaline was quick to subside.

John's tense defensive posture made him look ready to pounce at anything and betrayed the fact that it had jarred him too. Andrew was reminded of John's military background and decided right then and there that John was not someone he wanted to startle.

"You okay?" John asked him.

"Yeah."

"All right."

After pausing for a minute to regain their equilibrium, they went inside.

The front room was mostly empty, but there were a few pieces of furniture that were at least a decade old. There was a long plain couch along one wall, an upright piano with accompanying bench, and a couple half-empty bookcases. There were two nondescript country-themed framed art pieces on the wall as well: one of a field of flowers with an old windmill in the background and one of a no-nonsense white farmhouse with a dirt road leading to a classic red barn in the background complete with rooster weathervane on top.

"Whoa, this looks familiar, but it feels different since last time I was here," John commented. "Of course, there was more stuff and people last time, so maybe that's why."

Andrew felt he had either gotten used to John's interesting spaces or perhaps it was due to the dim lighting, but even with the lack of furniture, the room was smaller than Andrew anticipated. Not that it was tiny, but judging by the outside of the house, he expected it to be somewhat larger.

Off to the right side of the room was an odd mini hall.

"What's this?" he asked John.

"I'm not really sure. The doors were always closed and locked, and we weren't allowed in here."

"Doors?"

"Yeah..." John replied uncertainly as they walked toward the opening. "Ah! Here they are! They just fold flat against the walls here."

"Ah!"

They followed it into a small room. It was empty, but had a big bay window on one side and a wall of built-in shelving on the opposite side.

"Apparently an office," Andrew observed. "A very private office," he added a moment later with a smile.

As they retraced their steps back to the front room, Andrew felt the house had a sad and almost haunting atmosphere. It was probably just the combination of knowing the history of the previous tenants, the dim light filtering in through terribly dirty windows, and the disquieting birdcall, but it was still tangible. He was sure that a good cleaning and being able to turn on some lights would go a long way to dispelling the aura.

This time, they went through the other doorway, which led to a tiny eight-sided room with vertical wood paneling and a doorway in every other wall.

"What the...?"

"Yeah, this is a weird one," John explained. "That door leads to the dining room and kitchen, that one goes to the bedrooms, and this one is a half bath if I remember right."

He pushed open the door, and sure enough, a toilet and small sink shone in the glare of the flashlight.

"This sure isn't an open floor plan, is it?" Andrew asked with a laugh.

"No, this was built long before that was a thing."

"Clearly."

They decided to investigate the dining room and kitchen next.

The dining room had dark wainscotting all the way around and was long enough for ten people to comfortably dine at the big table still sitting in the middle of the room. The far corners of the room were cut off with glass-fronted display cabinets displaying fine china. The entire left wall was a bank of tall windows with another set on the far wall between the display cases. Remarkably, all the glass seemed to have made it through the years intact. There were two humble chandeliers above the table and a mildly coffered ceiling above.

"I think I see where their priorities lay," commented Andrew.

"I told you they were great hosts," John reminded him.

"Yes, you did. I just had no idea."

In the middle of the wall to the right was the door into the kitchen.

They found that to be somewhat more disjointed. There was a metal table in the middle of the room, and to the right was a collection of cabinetry that looked like they had been lifted from somewhere else and just propped into place. Behind the table on the facing wall was a long counter with a sink in the middle right under the middle of three windows. On the left side of the room was a small bump out that looked like a really deep bay window, presumably for a breakfast table. The rest of that wall and the section next to the door in which they entered was another mismatched corner of various loose cabinets and a couple token small sections of countertop. To the other side of the entry door, an old refrigerator hummed.

John reached to open the door before Andrew stopped him.

"What are you doing? Don't open that!"

"Why not?"

"Because it will reek, Numb Nuts!"

"`Numb Nuts'?" John repeated, ignoring the fridge for now.

"Yeah, I don't know where that came from," Andrew confessed.

"Always full of surprises," John commented with a smile.

They re-traced their steps through the dining room and back into the weird antechamber so they could go explore the remaining doorway.

That door opened into a short hallway that reminded Andrew of the entry hall of Journey's Inn that John's cousin Brady ran. It had two doors on the left, one at the end, and a staircase going up along the right side with another door underneath it. The main difference between the two buildings was at the base of the stairs. Instead of opening into the "bar" room at the Inn, this place had a large window that looked into the back yard.

It didn't take long to find the doors led to two boring empty rooms with a bathroom between them, so they soon found themselves descending the stairs they found behind the fourth door.

They were solidly constructed, but proved rough and creaky as they went down into the gloom. The flashlights seemed out of their league trying to brighten the space. It was obviously unfinished, but the ceiling height was reasonably high for a basement. The light came across random stacks of boxes, some old trunks, a lonely bicycle, and who knew what else as their beams flashed around the room.

Andrew was ready to leave about the same time he reached the bottom step, but remembered to investigate the wood nearby for any signs of rot or termite damage. Amazingly, the wood looked to be in great shape.

"Okay," he announced. "I think that's good for today. I'm ready to head back up."

"Then let's go," John replied.

They naturally went up the second flight of stairs next. While not as elaborate as the Inn's exquisite Victorian workmanship, these were very well built with only a couple slightly creaky steps.

At the top of the stairs, the landing led to another empty room and another bathroom before Andrew swung open a set of double doors into an oddly shaped room.

Clearly the master bedroom due to its larger size, it was curiously made in the shape of an "L" with a short little leg that went back to the right. Unlike the other bedrooms, this one still had furniture in it and in fact looked like it was abandoned in a hurry instead of actually moved out of. The large four-post bed in the middle still had messy covers rumpled on top and clothes on the floor next to it.

The dogleg to the right side ended under a dormer as something of a reader's nook with a comfy chair, a small table with a lamp on it, and a little bookcase. On the other side of the bed was a folding table and a couple chairs.

Andrew suspected that Mr. Bradshaw had spent much of the last days with his wife up here caring for her because there was an old hot plate and a bunch of kitchen stuff here as well. It made him feel sad to know that she had withered away up here in this strange room with her loyal husband powerless to reverse her disease.

Andrew wasn't sure if it was the sentimentality of it all or the gathering darkness, but he had to mentally brace himself a little bit so he didn't get depressed.

"You okay?" asked John when he noticed Andrew seemed a little deflated.

"Yeah, I'll be fine."

"Come here."

Andrew moved closer to John, who put his arms around him and hugged him close. Andrew melted into the embrace.

"Do you think this place has bad luck?"

"Why?" asked a surprised John. "Because Mrs. Bradshaw died?"

"Because she died here."

"How do you know that?"

"I can feel it," Andrew said softly.

"Well the answer is no: I don't think this is a bad luck place. I think this is a place that needs a little love to bring it back to glory."

"But what if-Ñ"

"Nope!" John said assertively. "No what-ifs! I'm in this with you and we can tackle anything together, you hear me?"

Andrew nodded his head against John's shoulder.

John hugged Andrew tight a little longer before reaching down to gently turn his chin up and kiss him. Not a fleeting peck on the lips, but not a ravenous hormone-driven tongue drilling either. A firmly gentle kiss that started on Andrew's eyes, trailed down his nose, and finally landed on his trembling mouth. He eventually pulled back just a little from the kiss.

"We're together now," he repeated. "Don't forget that, okay?"

"Okay," Andrew whispered.

He still felt like they were being watched by some sad spirit, but it mattered less and less as John continued to kiss and hug him tight.

John stroked his back comfortingly, and it surprised neither of them when their bodies responded to the close contact.

The kiss grew in intensity until they were making out with all the vigor inside them. John's hands kneaded Andrew's ass, and Andrew's hands explored John's broad back.

A few short steps later, Andrew felt his calves against the frame of the huge bed behind him.

John lifted him up onto the edge of the soft mattress and pulled off Andrew's shirt so his kisses could continue down his chest and stomach.

While his kisses continued, John's hands deftly opened the snap and zipper of Andrew's jeans, and when his kisses reached Andrew's waist, he firmly grabbed the waistbands that were in his way and yanked them down and up. They all jammed together at Andrew's ankles since he was still wearing his shoes, but it didn't matter: John held them up and Andrew's perky little behind was bared.

John wasted no time in diving into that little crevice with his tongue and stubble, driving Andrew wild with the alternating smooth and rough textures titillating his hole.

Andrew reached down and grabbed John's head as best as he could to pull him in, as if John wasn't close enough yet.

But John was already there and poking his tongue into Andrew's hot box. He soon had Andrew writhing on the bed with his ministrations and knew the time had come.

John stood up straight, opened his fly, and probed that trim little valley with his hard leaking schlong, getting it nice and slick with his pre-cum until Andrew was primed and ready.

"You want this, boy?"

"Yes, John! Give me that big ol' cock!"

"Alright, my love," John growled, as he slowly and steadily pushed himself into Andrew's tight insides.

Andrew gasped a little bit and had to consciously force himself to relax. It had been a little while since he had taken that thing. Too long, he noted to himself.

With a subtle whump, John's meaty head made it inside before Andrew clamped down anew around it.

John paused. It was so tight he could feel both his heartbeat and Andrew's pulse through his dick as they held still there for a moment.

With effort, Andrew was able to relax again and John gently began massaging Andrew's opening with the flare of his cock head. John had not stopped pre-cumming, so it was soon all slicked up again and he was able to go deeper and deeper.

Still holding Andrew's legs straight up by his ankles, John started really pounding him. In and out, in and out, faster and harder and deeper with every thrust.

Frustrated by not being able to grab onto John from this position, Andrew reached back to help pull his ass cheeks open to the hot onslaught of his man.

John was really going at it now, and Andrew was loving every delicious sensation coming from his bum. Tired of straining his fingers, he grasped his own hard leaking tool and started to stroke in time to John's thrusts. In almost no time, he brought himself to the brink. He did so quickly enough that he knew he was about to blow and had to abandon his original plan of edging until John was finished. Instead, he erupted in thick milky jets onto his own face, chest, and stomach. The cream was so hot it felt like it was burning his skin.

His ass was on fire too from John's pounding. But as usual, he couldn't help tightening his sphincter when he shot his load, so John froze, and with an accompanying roar, his burning load coated Andrew's insides barely a moment later.

Having spent himself, John gave a few more gentle strokes before pulling out with a plop from Andrew's sore red hole. He leaned down and licked up what cum escaped and sucked out as much more as he could before he kissed each cheek and began to roll Andrew's pants back up his legs.

Andrew started to struggle to sit up, until John put a hand on his stomach and told him to wait. "Mind if we cuddle a bit first? Besides..."

John lifted his hand to his mouth and licked it clean of Andrew's cum.

"Can't let this go to waste, you know," he joked before he leaned down and licked the entirety of Andrew's torso, neck, and face clean of sweat and cum. When he finished, he leaned in to give Andrew a probing kiss to make sure he didn't leave any behind inside Andrew's mouth.

Andrew sighed in contentment.

"Together," John said softly.

Andrew rolled over on top of him and reciprocated with an even longer and deeper kiss.

"Together," he said, smiling.

John smiled back up at him.

"Forever."

Andrew laid down on top of John, wishing he could feel that perfectly golden-red fur against his smooth skin, but satisfied to feel the heat coming through his shirt. He sighed happily.

"See?" John said. "All this place needs is a little lovin' again and it will be great."

"I hope so," Andrew murmured.

"Okay, don't fall asleep on me," John teased. "We should probably head out while there's still a smidgeon of light to see by."

Andrew groaned.

"You know I'm right," John responded, swatting Andrew's butt. "Get up."

Andrew did as requested. Or was that ordered? Hmmm...

He slid his shirt on and climbed out of the monstrous bed. It had to be a king size, because it was the largest Andrew had ever seen.

He still felt like there was another presence in the room, but it didn't seem scary anymore, so he was probably just imagining it.

They made their way outside and headed back to the car after re-locking the front door.

"So, what do you think?" John asked as they walked.

"I think I like it," Andrew answered. "It felt really...I don't know...sad, I guess. Maybe it's just because I know some of the history of the place. What are your thoughts?"

"I got the gloominess too, but that's because this is the first time I've been here where it wasn't a party with tons of people around. Granted, the last one was a wake for his wife, so it was a little strained, but there was still a lot of people around and kids getting into mischief."

"You mean your family?"

"Well yeah, but it wasn't just us. Usually there were at least five families at a time. We kids would be outside running around in these woods as much as we could unless it was raining."

"No wonder they needed that big kitchen and dining room!"

"Ha ha. To be fair, they built the house before we ever came over to visit. In fact, they used to come out to the campground and visit us at first. That's how they found the property. But once they built the house, they always had us over instead."

"That's cool."

"They were cool people. I should say `are' I suppose, but Mr. Bradshaw never had anyone over after Mrs. Bradshaw died."

"I see," replied Andrew slyly. "So having people over makes you cool?"

"C'mon, you know that's not what I meant!"

"Good, because in my view, he's awfully cool to let me lease/buy all this for what he's charging me."

"He is," John agreed. "He's good people."

"You've already said that," Andrew pointed out.

"It's still true."

"Okay."

Andrew turned to take one last look at what could soon be his home and had to do a double take, because he could have sworn he saw a flicker of light in one of the upstairs windows. He looked hard at it for a moment, but there was no trace of any light now. Just an empty blackness.

"You coming?" John asked, swinging around to see why Andrew wasn't right there with him anymore.

That upstairs window reflected a little of John's flashlight when he turned, and Andrew breathed a big sigh of relief. He was definitely too tired to explore strange houses in the dark after a long day at work. His imagination was too crazy for that.

"I already did!" he replied brightly.

"Yes, you did!"

They waded back to the car through all the tall grass.

The house was long hidden by the trees now, but Andrew felt like it was still watching his every step with those blank empty window eyes...


What do you think should happen next? I look forward to hearing from you!

If you'd like me to let you know when a new chapter goes up, just send me a message and I will keep you posted. Thanks for reading, and I hope you have great day!

DurtyRiter@protonmail.com

Next: Chapter 61


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