The Man with the Jeep

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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 8

With that, John dove in for a really deep kiss, keeping a startled Andrew pinned against the wall.

Andrew's head spun. He went from shock to panic to resistance to submission in a split second and then cycled through them again. What just happened? He didn't see that coming at all! Had he misjudged John that badly? Were there signs he had missed? There's no way he was going to be a victim in his own house! He tried to push back, but he had no leverage.

It suddenly dawned on him that this was exciting too: he realized John's boner was crushing into his equally hard cock. His what? When did that he happen? He knew he was completely soft just a second ago, but now he could feel almost the entirety of John's hard body against his pressing him back, including that pole rubbing against his own. Even John's nipples felt like they were drilling into Andrew's chest.

God, what an amazing body! It was a huge turn on to be mashed together like this. Since when did he like this sort of thing? He had always flatly refused to be restrained or blindfolded or any of that stuff before. He always controlled the situation and made sure he had an out if needed. His body, however, was clearly on board with this aggression. Andrew refused to be contained. He renewed his struggle, but even as he did, he recognized he wasn't giving it all his strength. His body betrayed him even while he determined not to go down without a fight. The half-hearted self-defense instead only heightened the excitement between them.

He heard someone moaning, and realized with a start that it was him as John kissed, licked, and gnawed on his neck while Andrew "tried" to escape. His body was going ahead without him. How was this even possible? His head was screaming a whirring blitz of thoughts and his heart was on a high-speed emotional rollercoaster while his body embraced the full contact with John's.

John moved up from his neck back to his lips to resume what he had started so abruptly before. Andrew was finally into it by now, and they held a long, intimate kiss before John slowly eased back.

"Damn!" John breathed. "Too bad you have other plans today."

Andrew just nodded. He was still reeling and didn't trust words at this point.

"Well have a great day with your family, sexy. Give me a call when you can, and I will see you soon."

Andrew gathered enough of his senses together to respond this time: "Count on it!"

John took one more grinning look at him and let himself out the front door. Andrew heard his car start a moment later and back out of the driveway.

Did that really just happen, or did I imagine the whole thing? Andrew thought to himself. He looked down. He was still hard and there was a telltale wet spot in the front of his jeans. It really happened then. Andrew went back upstairs for something else to wear before he headed out himself.

He stopped by the store at the mall and eventually found a blouse he was pretty sure his mom would appreciate and had the store wrap it up. It was early enough that there weren't many people and not enough commotion to bother Andrew. But truthfully, he was so wrapped up in thinking about John's morning exit that he may not have noticed even if it were busy.

What did this mean? He decided he wasn't really embarrassed; just curious. Had that reaction to aggressiveness always been there, or did John somehow pull it out of him? There was really no way to know since Andrew had always actively avoided any semblance of that situation before.

He continued to think about it as he drove to his parents' house. As expected, most of the family was already there by the time he arrived. He walked in, greeted everyone, and spent a lovely day with them until late that evening, though John was never far from his mind.

It wasn't until 11pm that Andrew got home. He texted John to tell him he had made it home, but he wasn't sure if it was too late for a response or not. It had been a long couple of days, and he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open by now.

He trudged up the stairs and remembered the sheets were still in the washer. Grumbling to himself, he put them in the dryer. Knowing he wasn't going to be able to keep awake long enough for the dryer to finish, he fished his sleeping bag out of the closet and unrolled it onto the bed.

He double checked his alarm for the morning and climbed into his bag, grateful he had insisted on a comfortable canvas one with a flannel liner so it wouldn't be so noisy if he moved around a bit.

This is so ridiculous, he thought to himself. Yesterday I was at a campsite where I wasn't allowed to sleep and now I can't stay awake in a sleeping bag inside my own house! And that was the last thought of the day.

He managed to make it to work on time the next morning, but it wasn't until just after nine that John replied to his text:

Hey there, sexy! Glad you made it home safely! I was out cold and slept through my alarm this morning, so it's been crazy. My boss ambushed me when I got here, and she is sending me to some conference thing this week. Ugh. I won't be back until Friday night, so can we move our camping trip back a day to Saturday?

Of course! All week? Can you still do lunch today?

No :( I have to catch a plane by 1:15 and I still have to run home and pack. I'm so sorry bud. I will make it up to you!

You'd better! ;) But have a nice trip and I will be waiting for you!

Thanks, Andrew! Xo

Yw John! Xo

Andrew was gravely disappointed, but he tried not to show it in his texts. He knew John probably didn't have a choice, but he didn't want to wait an entire week to be with him again either. Oh well, he reasoned to himself. At least we are still on for the weekend. The rest of the week crawled by and seemed like it would never end. They texted through the days and spoke every night, but Saturday seemed a long way off.

Friday night finally rolled around and Andrew started packing right after work. He was more than ready to go and wasted no time. He finished packing before John's return flight even touched down.

Just landed, John texted him. Once I grab my bag, I'm heading home. Are you ready for tomorrow?

Is the Pope Catholic?

I'll take that as a yes, lol

You should! I'm all packed and strumming my fingers waiting for you!

Silly boy

Is there anything in particular I should bring?

Nope! But I think I forgot to ask: how are you with hammocks?

I love them!

Good : )

A few moments later, Andrew's phone beeped with another text:

Oh! On second thought, if I send you a list, could you pick up some groceries?

No problem! What time should I be ready?

Is 8 too early?

Not at all!

Then I will see you at 8!

Andrew could hardly sleep that night he was so excited to be with John again. He was up before his alarm and he was ready and waiting by the front door by 7:30.

True to form, John pulled up ten minutes early. This time, Andrew didn't wait for him to ring the doorbell at eight, but burst out of the door with bags in hand before John had even turned off his car.

"Ready to go, are we?" John teased.

"YesÑvery!" Andrew proclaimed, greeting him with a big kiss. John wouldn't know it, but that kiss was a big deal. Andrew was not one for public displays of affection, but he was so happy to see John that he just couldn't help himself.

They loaded everything into the trunk and the backseat and hopped in.

"Did you get all the food I requested?" John asked.

"Yep!"

"Is there anything else you'd like to grab before we leave civilization?"

"Only one thing, but I'm content to wait for now," Andrew said, winking as he threw a glance down at John's crotch.

"Well alrighty then," John laughed.

The twenty-minute trip back to the base of the mountain seemed much shorter this time than it had the Friday before.

"I can't believe this is so close!"

"I know what you mean. I keep thinking of selling my condo and just living here full time, though the commute does add up over time."

"And I suppose clambering over that trail in the dark every morning and every night would get old."

"Well yeah," John replied flippantly.

They pulled up to the "Horror Shack" and John again went around to the side to open the door and pull out the Jeep.

This time, Andrew took a better look at the interior once the door was up. It looked like it could handle maybe six vehicles in three rows of two. The long side walls had gleaming gray cabinets about seven feet high that seemed to float above the polished floor and looked like they might stretch the entire length of the garage. The walls above them were clean and unadorned. It reminded Andrew a little bit of a James Bond villain's lair: too big in scale and too spotless to be in the real world. Granted, this wasn't really that big, but it was certainly immaculate.

Parked just inside the large door on the end were the old Jeep and another car under a badly fitting cover. The car underneath seemed to be a big squarish coupe of some kind. In front of the Jeep was a mechanic's lift that held aloft a strange looking wagon over a little hatchback under another cover. Next to the lift was a boxy van.

"You have quite a collection in there!" Andrew commented.

"Well they aren't all mine, but yeah, those are some good ones."

"So which of them are yours?"

"Actually just the one under the lift. It's my old GTI from high school."

"And these others?"

"The van is Uncle Joe's, that Volvo up above is my Mom's old car from before she had any kids, and that one right inside the door is my dad's. The Jeep is everyone's: it just stays with the property."

"How cool!"

"Want to help me load this stuff into the Jeep?"

"Sure! Sorry I got distracted."

"It's all good."

"I will give you a full tour of the rest of it later, but not right now."

"Okay."

They took the stuff out of the BMW and set it all among the lockboxes in the back of the Jeep, and then John pulled the car into the garage. Once he closed and locked the doors, they clambered aboard "Old Red."

John pointed her to the far side of the clearing and away they went. Just as they reached the trailhead Andrew recognized from last time, John turned a little to the left and went down a different path he hadn't noticed before.

Once again, the joy of the journey took over the need to get somewhere and Andrew just drank in the experience. He only wished that the Jeep wasn't a stick shift because he would rather have been nestled in beside John rather than stuck on the other side of the truck. But then again, this set up let Andrew drink in John's good looks and flexing muscles again, so it wasn't actually a bad thing.

Instead of going uphill, this trail seemed to meander on a roughly level plane through some clearings, around some clumps of trees, and through some bushes.

"Am I allowed to ask where we are going this time?"

"Of course! You're always welcome to ask!"

Andrew waited for John to continue, but when he didn't, he finally asked directly.

"So where are we going?"

"A small camping alcove. It's another one of my favorite spots. It's not very high up, but it's still got a great view. It's alsoÉwell, you will see in just a minute."

Just a few moments later, they drove into another little clearing. This time, John slowed to a stop and turned off the Jeep.

"Alright," John announced. "It's only a mile on foot from here."

"Ummmm..."

"I'm kidding. It's right around this clump of bushes here."

They each grabbed an arm load of things and walked around the bushes John had indicated. There were the cliff-hugging stairs from last time, or at least a lower section of them. Again, they continued to stretch down to the left and up to the right, but at this spot there was a narrow somewhat grassy ledge directly on the other side of the steps that angled down to the right as well.

It was down this strip that John led Andrew. No nifty handrails this time though. It was a watch-your-step-or-else affair. After about thirty feet, the path widened significantly as it led down into a large concavity in the cliff face. It seemed like an enormous oyster shell had been cast into the cliff and then removed, leaving a large semi-circular indentation with a fairly level ground beneath.

"How cool!" Andrew exclaimed.

"I know, right?" John beamed. "No one would expect this here!"

Andrew looked out and found the tops of the trees in the area close to level with the ground of the alcove, giving the impression of a big green carpet. As long as you were looking out instead of down, anyway.

"Let's grab the rest of our gear and get settled."

"Lead on!"

They trooped back up to the Jeep and took out the last of the supplies they needed.

"In case you were wondering, the outhouse is up those stairs if you want to use it, but it's a bit of a trek. I normally just dig a pit nearby to use most of the time. But call me a city slicker: I do find the hike worthwhile for a good shower in the mornings, haha."

"Good to know," said Andrew as they returned down to the alcove. Andrew set about sprucing up the disused fire pit in the center and finding wood for the fire while John hooked up a rain guard and the hammocks into heavy duty eyelets already set in the stone face of the cliff. When Andrew came back with a load of firewood, everything had already been strung up.

"Well that looks impressive!"

"Thank you! You should see it when there's a bunch of us!"

"What?"

"Yeah, there's been as many as eight of us here before. That's why you can see all these eyelets all over the place."

"I hadn't even noticed them."

"That was the first time I tried hammocks out here instead of a tent. We did two little dome tents once, but there really wasn't space for it, so we decided to go for suspending ourselves above the floor and haven't looked back since. It sure beats sleeping on the rocky ground even with pads!"

"I've never actually slept in a hammock before," Andrew admitted.

"Don't worry. I know you'll like it. I've got a backup plan just in case, but I'm sure you'll be fine."

"Okay."

Andrew set down the wood he'd collected and looked around again.

"This feels like a pocket of space all to its own here."

"I just love it."

"How many did you say slept here? Eight?"

"Yep! Eight hammocks suspended up in two rows."

"Cousins, I'm guessing?"

"Well, there have been six of us cousins here at once before. The eight was a group of other buddies of mine that live near here."

"Sounds fun!"

"This place is always fun!"

"But there are way more hooks than you need for eight hammocks. What are all the other ones for?"

"Um, yeah. Sometimes we use this spot for games and activities too, so there are more."

"Like zip lines and stuff?"

"Sure. All kinds of stuff, really. They ended up being so handy for so many things we decided to just leave them all installed permanently."

"Interesting," replied Andrew as he turned to look out across the treetops again.

"You know what I find more interesting?" asked John as he came up behind Andrew and put his arms around him.

"What's that?"

"You."

Andrew clasped his hands over John's and leaned back into him to feel the warmth and strength of his body envelope him once again. He was very aware of a certain appendage that was conveniently positioned at ass level. An appendage that was rapidly making itself better known as it thickened and hardened against him. His own rose in response as they stood there together.

Andrew felt one of John's hands slide down across his abdomen and over his shorts until it lightly grasped Andrew's growing package.

"Damn," John whispered in his ear. "You might be as bad as me."

Andrew pretended to feign innocence. "I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about."

"I'm even more sure that you do, you little fox," said John as he squeezed Andrew a bit harder. His hand slid back up Andrew's shorts and under his untucked shirt. Andrew felt the heat from John's hand as it stroked up to his chest and back down. The hand slipped under the waistband of his shorts, stroking the soft hair nested there. John's fingers stopped just short of touching Andrew's cock, instead clasping his groin and pulling it back so Andrew's ass mashed against the steel-like rod in his shorts.

"You know, I think you are way too confined in this clothing." John murmured in his ear. "But I can save youÉ"

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