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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 7
He crawled in under the covers and scooted back until he was comfortably spooned into John.
"This has been a truly remarkable day, John. I don't think I will ever forget it."
"I hope we don't, but I also hope it's just the first of many more to come."
"Me too."
"Good night, Dufus."
"Good night, sexy."
Normally, Andrew slept clean and showered, but he didn't want this day to end. He lay there with John's arms around him and his warm breath on his neck. He smelled the cologne, the sweat, the cum, the campfire, and the forest. It enveloped him in a cocoon of suspended time where he was able to sample moments from the day and revel in them for as long as he wanted to.
He suddenly remembered the key he had been given. He thoughtfully turned it over in his hand to observe it more closely. When he first found it, he would have sworn it was a generic ordinary door key, but now he started to see it was much more unique in its shape. It was long with a rounded end. What he had seen earlier as double straight edges in fact had subtle bumps along it like the original teeth had been worn almost completely down. The handle part was composed of two loops extending away from the blade that were like braided rings that were parallel to each other, but only touched where they joined to the body of the key.
What does it go to? Andrew wondered. John's house? The old garage? Did the "outhouse" have a lock on it?
He pictured giving it back to John:
"I can't figure this out! What does it go to?"
"Really? You don't know? That key is to you. Watch, I can use it to open you."
He took the key from Andrew's hand and moved behind him. He put one arm around Andrew's chest and held him there while he took the key and slid it between Andrew's legs. The key was much warmer than he would have guessed a metal key would be. He could feel it nudging his ball sac from underneath. A hefty skeleton key indeed! It seemed to keep getting bigger and bigger. Or was that just his nerve endings emphasizing the sensations?
What was happening here? He broke out in a sweat. He could feel heat on his back and slickness between his legs.
"Here is your key to freedom," said a voice. "It can open you up, but you have to want it bad enough. Do you want it bad enough?"
"I think so," Andrew answered.
Oh, you only think so? Well, it was a nice thought. Maybe someday you'll make up your mind."
"Please! I must be free!"
"Then prove it! Take this key and open yourself with it."
"But how?"
"Don't play coy with me: you know how!"
Andrew caught the glimmer of an idea in his head. He rubbed his thighs together to help warm them up a little more, spreading the slick sweat around and then slid back and forth to help the key find its spot. All of a sudden it found the opening and slid in. All of his stress vanished in a flash as the little nubs of the key tickled and massaged their way into the lock. The key kept getting stuck somehow, so he would have to keep pulling it back a little and jiggling it a little bit to try to insert it a little farther in so the lock would turn.
It finally managed the last little bit, and Andrew watched as his insides splayed out down the middle with his heart on one side and his dick and balls on the other.
He was desperately trying to hold on to both while he stood with one foot on each side but the rift kept growing. He struggled to keep the split from getting bigger as if he were racing down a mountain with two arguing skis working to rip him in half.
He glanced behind him to see John wielding a giant needle courageously trying to sew the sides back together with duct tape and wire. He was mesmerized by the rhythmic motion of John's rippling arms as he manhandled the smooth chrome bar up, down, overÉup, down, overÉup, down, over as he bound the rebellious halves back along the seam.
John was making better time than Andrew was along the rift, and soon that big needle was moving between his legs and helping to bridge the gap. Sweating and breathing heavily, John gave him the satisfied smile of a hard job well done. Between the two of them, the danger was now over, and an exhausted Andrew collapsed on top of that solid spear that now lay still along the stitch lines it had created.
His splayed insides now folded up around him again and wrapped him up not in a claustrophobic smothering, but in a warm nurturing embrace.
Andrew awoke with a start, but the dream was so vivid it took him a minute to get his bearings. He was in his room again. John lay behind him with his arms still wrapped around him holding him tight to his chest.
He was a little angry at having woken up because it always took forever to get back to sleep after one of these dream awakenings, but he consciously slowed his breathing and willed his heart rate down to a more relaxed pace and hoped he could return to sleep.
Andrew could feel the heated throb of John's manhood trapped between his legs and poking his balls. He felt so close to this man and it felt good. Very good.
If I have to be awake, Andrew thought, this is the best place to be.
It was wasn't long before he was asleep againÑthis time a peaceful slumber without dreams.
It seemed to be not too long after dawn when Andrew woke up again. He stretched his stiff arms and legs and nestled back into John. John showed no signs of being awake yet.
He is quite a deep sleeper, Andrew noted to himself. But it is time to get up.
John was still hard between his thighs (had he gone down at all last night?), which gave Andrew an idea.
He clenched his legs together tight and began sliding his pelvis back and forth along John's cock. Long, smooth motions aiming to send some really good sensations into John.
After a few minutes of this, John had gotten even harder than before and he moaned as he woke to the sensation of Andrew's hot and lubricated makeshift love tunnel moving along his steel-like pole.
One of John's hands moved its way down to loosely grip Andrew's rod that was just as hard as his own. John held his hand in place, so as Andrew moved his hips back and forth, he felt every move he made along John's cock through his own.
He responded by clenching his muscles even tighter and increasing his speed and was soon pounding away with gusto into John's groin.
John's happy groans became more and more intense until he leaned forward and started nibbling on Andrew's ear.
Andrew almost instantly started to shoot his load all over the bed. But he didn't ease his pace for even an instant, embracing the high as he continued to work John's cock with his hips. His persistence was rewarded shortly after when he felt John's cock expand and heard his breathing run ragged in his ear.
"Unhh!" John exclaimed as he tensed and spewed his seed into the mess Andrew had made moments before. His arms involuntarily tightened around Andrew, who could feel John's chest heave as he was held in a vice grip while John slowly came down from his peak.
John's clasp gradually loosened until he finally spoke.
"Well, good morning to you too," John rasped in a still slightly breathless gravelly morning voice.
"I thought you might like that wake-up call better than a bucket of water to the face."
"Absolutely! I can't think of a better way to wake up. I'm glad you saved the bucket idea for later."
"I'm glad you approve," said Andrew as he twisted around for a good morning kiss.
As their lips met, Andrew gave John a good peck on the mouth and then drew back, leaving John's seeking tongue dangling out in empty air.
He saw the surprised and disappointed look on John's face.
"Trust me: you don't want to share my morning breath," he explained as an apology. "Besides, we need to get going. Unless you prefer to wallow in all that messÉ"
John groaned. "Okay, I suppose not."
"Let's throw this stuff in the wash and get showered."
"Yes, massa!"
"Dork!"
John reluctantly crawled out of the bed, and together they gathered up all the dirty bed clothes. Andrew put last night's washed laundry into the dryer and tossed a laundry pod into the washing machine before John dumped the sheets in.
John enjoyed watching Andrew's sleek ass cheeks clench and flex as he led them to the bathroom and leaned over to get the shower started. Even though he had just cum, he was already chubbing a little bit thinking of getting to dive into that private space. Soon, he told himself. Soon.
Andrew had replaced the standard showerhead with one that included a removable wand, so he unhooked it and pointed it at the wall so they could get in while the water warmed up.
John didn't even have to ask: he followed Andrew right inside and pulled the curtain closed behind him. He stepped up behind Andrew and wrapped himself around him again with another big bear hug. Andrew let himself be distracted for a few moments as the water finished heating up, then hooked the wand back into place and grabbed the shampoo.
"I can handle that for you if you like," suggested John as he reached to take the bottle from him.
"If you want to, sure," answered Andrew.
"Oh, I want to all right!"
John took the wand in his other hand and directed the water over Andrew's head and then rinsed the rest of his body down. After hooking it back in place, he poured some of the shampoo into one of his palms before setting the bottle down. He rubbed his hands together a little bit to lather it up and then gently and thoroughly massaged Andrew's head until his hair was completely scrubbed. Andrew practically purred a groan in appreciation.
John rinsed off Andrew's head before he took the bodywash and repeated the process for each body part: pour, lather, massage, rinse. He worked from the top down and didn't miss a single spot, happily noting that Andrew was decidedly more than half hard from his ministrations. When he finished the last foot, he leaned forward and kissed the tip of Andrew's rod before he stood up.
Andrew grabbed his head and leaned in for a kissÑa good solid kiss this time that lasted for minutes complete with dueling tongues.
Andrew then washed John exactly as he had been washed, one section at a time from the top down, thoroughly and sensually. Andrew once again reveled in the feel of John's sexy fur and feeling his firm flesh under his fingers. It was all he could do not to take it farther, but he DID have to be out the door soon. Once he was finished with John's last foot, he also leaned forward, but he wanted to one-up John just a little bit, so he popped the entirety of John's thick head into his mouth, gave it one mighty suck and pulled back so there was a loud pop when it escaped his lips.
"Unhh!" exclaimed John involuntarily.
When Andrew stood up, John was there to greet him with another kiss lustily delivered. They gave each other one last quick rinse with the wand before turning off the water and grabbing towels to dry off. Just as they had with the washing, they dried each other off, loving the attention they got from the other almost as much as they enjoyed feeling the other's body one last time.
"Well," said John. "I have to say, when you get on board, you get on all the way, don't you?"
"Yeah. I try to live by Yoda's philosophy one hundred and ten percent: `Either do or do notÑthere is no try.'"
"Then I'm even more happy you've decided to do me," John chuckled.
"Glad to hear it, because I also don't believe in quitting."
"I've heard that spitters are quittersÉ"
"Huh?" Andrew looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Tobacco?"
"Seriously?" John laughed. "As in blow jobs! Nothing to do with tobacco."
It took a split second longer for Andrew to grasp what John meant, and it showed clearly in his expression when it did. "OhÉ Oh!"
"God, you're adorable!" John said, and immediately regretted it.
Embarrassed, Andrew bristled noticeably.
"I'm sorry," John said quickly. "I didn't mean anything bad by it, I swear. I'm just so used to everyone having such dirty minds that it is refreshing to have someone NOT know that joke. Please forgive me."
"Okay," Andrew mumbled.
I have got to stop being so sensitive, Andrew thought to himself. I'm sure he honestly didn't mean to put me on the spot like that, and I do not want to lose him because of my insecurities. It's time to grow up, Andrew, he scolded himself.
They walked back to the laundry room where the dryer had just finished its cycle and Andrew pulled out John's clean clothes and handed them to him.
"I'm sorry about earlier. I am tired of being laughed at and just overreacted."
"You are good, man," John said. "It's my fault for not thinking before speaking. I will pay better attention, I promise. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. If I ever do that again, please smack me upside the head."
"Thanks, JohnÑand I will!" Andrew replied with a gleam in his eye. "I'm afraid I don't have time for a full-on breakfast, but I have some Pop-Tarts and some cereal if you want some."
"Pop-Tarts? You?"
"I know, I know. I try to eat better, but I do keep a stash of emergency foods that don't take time to make just in case."
They tossed some Pop-Tarts in the toaster.
"So when are you heading over to your folks' place?" John asked.
"I'm already late technically, but it's no big deal really."
"Geez, you guys get an early start!"
"Well yeah, but I still need to find something for my mom first."
"Ah! Procrastinated a bit on getting her present?"
"MaybeÉ" Andrew said, laughing. "I know what I want to get her, I just haven't actually bought it yet. Shopping is very much not in the fun category for me, so I am very unmotivated."
"I can help you with that in the future if you'd like."
"I may have to take you up on that."
The Pop-Tarts popped up and they downed them quickly.
"Well it's time for me to go, but thank you for letting me spend the night with you. It was unexpected and fun!"
"You are most welcome! I believe boyfriends do that sort of thing on occasion."
"So I'm told," John laughed.
John grabbed Andrew into another big warm hug, tucked his chin over Andrew's shoulder and held him there for a moment.
"I'm so happy you're my actual boyfriend now!" John said as he finally pulled away.
"Me too," said Andrew.
"So do you think you might be able to get away for a couple days next weekend? It would be fun to show you around the mountain some more and spend the night out there."
"Well now that I have to break it off with all my other boyfriends and cancel the house parties, I think I can make that work."
"Well if it's such an inconvenienceÉ" John laughed.
"Of course not! I can hardly wait!"
"Me neither," John said smiling brightly. "In fact, I'm so excited I may have to strip you back down now just to take the edge off!"
Andrew looked down and saw John's shorts straining to contain his latest rock hard erection. No Viagra for this one, Andrew chuckled to himself. He looked up to see an eager primal, almost scary look on John's face.
Before Andrew knew what had happened, John had pinned him back against the wall and held his wrists high above his head. With his nose practically touching Andrew's, he looked directly into his eyes.
"I'm going to have my way with you right here right now, and I don't think you can do anything about it!"
If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com