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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 9
Keeping one hand down Andrew's shorts, John slid his other hand down from Andrew's chest to his waist until it went lower than the hem of his shirt, then stroked it up again against his bare stomach and on until he was holding Andrew's pecs just as before. But this time there was no shirt between them. He used his fingers to tease Andrew's nipple as he leaned down a little bit and nibbled on Andrew's ear.
"MmmmmÉ" murmured Andrew.
Body contact was really his thing, he realized. The more full-on contact his body had with John's the better. So when John's hands loosened their grip and moved toward his waist, he almost shivered in anticipation of what he knew was coming next.
John lightly grasped his waist and slowly slid his hands up Andrew's body, pulling his shirt up as he went. Andrew raised his hands above his head and John continued up his body and then up his arms until Andrew's shirt was upside down and around his arms and head. John gathered his hands together and held Andrew's wrists and shirt with one hand while his other hand helped Andrew get his chin through the collar. Then with a sweep of John's other arm, Andrew's shirt was suddenly gone.
Andrew lowered his arms, which were promptly pinned to his sides when John again put his arms around him. One hand lay firmly at the base of Andrew's neck while the other went to just below that and started stroking his chest and stomach.
"I just love the feel of your skin," said John. "It's like silk."
'I don't know about that, but whatever you say,' Andrew thought. 'Just don't you dare stop now.'
John didn't for a while, but of course there was more to come. His hands worked their way down to Andrew's shorts again eventually. Still keeping Andrew's arms pinned, John unbuckled Andrew's belt and they just dropped over his slender hips to the ground. John hunched over just a bit so his chin was resting over Andrew's shoulder and then he stroked his lower body, still taking care to avoid the raging monster that was desperately straining at the fabric of the clearly inadequate bikini briefs Andrew was still wearing.
Andrew was on cloud nine. Here he was outside in the open air with the hottest man ever slowly and sensually stripping him for all the world to see. He had never dared do anything like this outside before. The threat of being caught and his own insecurities about his body had made this an unfathomable option. Yet here he was.
When he was with John, he was finding out all kinds of new things about himself. It was like a part of him had been locked away and he didn't even realize it until random things would pop up. His emotional breakdown, his reaction to John's suddenly aggressive farewell last week, and now this increasing physical exposure. Maybe he didn't know himself as well as he thought. He knew in the back of his mind that he had always policed himself from getting into awkward or compromising situations, but he had no idea that he would be responding this way to them when he was freed from his self-imposed limitations. It was a total rush.
While Andrew was running through these thoughts, John had not been idle. He didn't need to see the growing wet spot in front of Andrew' shorts to know how turned on he was: his erection was strong enough to push the front waistband away from his body, giving John's roaming hands more and more access inside. John's caresses of Andrew's lithe body were now constantly teasing the waistband of his underwear.
John stroked up toward Andrew's waistline with his flattened hands and then around to the back until his thumbs met, then pushed the band in back down a little bit as he stroked forward again, drawing the waistband down a little all the way around as he went. He repeated the gesture a few more times until he could feel the upper crack of Andrew's ass with his thumbs and it was clearly not going down any further until the obstruction up front was dealt with. He gripped the band between two fingers of each hand and pushed them out, holding back Andrew's cock with the next two fingers so it wouldn't catch as he pulled the fabric down and hooked it under Andrew's balls. John let go of his dick and it sprang straight out at attention while he slid his hands back under the waist behind and finally pulled them down and down until gravity took over and they too dropped to the ground.
Andrew pulled one foot out of the puddle of fabric at his feet and used the other foot to kick the clothing away to the side. He was now wearing nothing but his shoes and socks. And feeling very free.
John stood up straight again behind him and just held him to his chest while he continued to caress Andrew's upper body.
Andrew was loving this, but it was only halfway to where he wanted it to be. John was obviously quite happy with the state of affairs, as attested by the poking he was giving Andrew's rear. He reluctantly turned within John's arms and looked him in the eye.
"Nice try bucko," he told John. "But you're not getting off there!"
Laughing at his own unintended pun, he leaned in to kiss John while his hands grabbed the hem of John's shirt.
Oh yeah: A week had been way too long to be apart after last Friday!
The kiss was light because he knew he'd have to break it to get John's shirt over his head and expose that hairy chest, but it was still electric.
No sooner did the shirt come off than he dove back into John's face for more. And just as quickly, his hands were working on John's belt and the snaps of his shorts. He didn't waste time this go around: he wanted to be skin to skin as soon as possible. Their kiss had barely started before John's shorts and boxers were laying on the toes of his boots.
John growled appreciatively at his fervor as Andrew tightened his embrace with him, mashing their randy cocks between them. With one hand up around his neck, he kept John's mouth locked to his own, while his other pulled him close by the small of his back. John responded by crushing Andrew into another big bear hug.
THIS was just right: Andrew was being held in strong arms, feeling John's soft golden fur and hot solid body against his own frame, and breathing in the masculine smell of John.
While John squeezed him tight, Andrew's lower hand began to roam around John's waist and back until the ever-widening movement began to graze the top of John's ass. Then that ass became the focus. Andrew explored with his fingers, at first gently, then more and more forcefully.
John's ass had looked beautiful before, no doubt, but as Andrew kneaded the twin globes, he marveled how firm they were.
'I was right,' Andrew thought. 'He really DOESN'T skip leg day! These don't get this firm without dedication and effort.' He had heard asses referred to as "melons" before, but had never thought it was more than a generous description. He now realized that there apparently were some worthy of the label. Soon he had a hand on each cheek prodding, stroking, and pulling them apart from each other.
John pulled back a little from the kiss and looked at Andrew.
"So do I pass muster?"
"With flying colors!"
"Well that's good. It's nice to know it wasn't all for nothing."
"Definitely not for nothing! In fact, I think I'm going to have to do a closer inspection."
"Oh, really now?"
"Definitely."
"I see. You think I might have missed something?"
"Well it can't hurt to check. It's not like you can do a really close study by yourself."
"That's true: I'm not quite that flexible anymore."
"Well then, allow me!"
"Yes, sir! But if I may, let me save you some knee pain."
"Okay, what do you have in mind?"
"Come with me."
John stepped out of his shorts and started up the trail with his rock-hard poker leading the way. Andrew followed close behind, but far enough back to watch John's furry ass bunch and flex as he walked ahead.
Andrew could almost feel himself drooling at the sight and knowing that those cheeks were his to use now. He looked down and realized he actually was kind of drooling after all: precum was literally seeping out in clear strands that flung and swung as he followed that gorgeous butt up the hill.
John led him up to the path and stairs, around the verge of bushes and right up to the Jeep. He stepped up onto the front bumper with a booted foot on each side and leaned down over the hood, grasping the loops on the hood to hold himself in place. His wide stance and bent posture exposed his backside fully to a very happy Andrew.
Those perfectly furry, perfectly muscled legs formed an A shape with two solid mounds of man flesh meeting at the top. John's tight little hole could just be seen winking out from underneath the hair in that crevice of mystery and promise.
Andrew unconsciously licked his lips as he took it all in for a moment before he gave in to the magnetic pull that this perfect ass had on him. His cock was still leaking and borderline painful it was so hard.
He walked up close to the Jeep and reached out to put a hand gently on each side of John's ass. He started massaging them a little bit before moving his hands all the way down John's legs. He loved the feel of the soft hair so much he repeated the gesture a few times before he gripped those fuzzy globes and leaned in toward John's hole.
John could feel Andrew's breath as he drew close and surprised Andrew with a whimpering gasp of a moan.
'Ah yes,' Andrew thought. 'The anticipation!' And as eager as he was to dive in, he paused. 'We will have to build that up a bit for dear John, won't we?'
He stayed that distance away for a moment so John could feel his breath but nothing else besides his open hands firmly gripping those melons.
Andrew moved his hands just a little inward and used his thumbs to pry open that tight little canyon a bit more, and then purposely blew little jets of air at John's hole. It seemed to pulse in response as it tightened and then relaxed with each puff.
Andrew pressed his palms in harder and pushed John's cheeks outward to open his crack even more and then blew a few more "breath jets" at his target.
John was whimpering by now.
"Please, Andrew," he begged. "PleaseÉ"
Andrew leaned in just a little bit more and did a quick swipe with his tongue over John's pucker.
"Oh fuck!" John cried out as his hole spasmed at the sudden contact finally made.
Andrew blew on his hole again. This time, the air cooled the moisture left by Andrew's tongue immediately, surprising John with a chill blast.
"Oh God! What are youÑ"
Andrew's tongue dove straight into John's ass like a warm and slippery dart, causing John to cut himself off with a gasp. Andrew wriggled his tongue around, working to loosen up John's vice grip-like ring muscles. He slid it in and out over and over, now going to the left, now going to the right, now going up, now going down, giving John's hole a good workout.
Andrew was too close to see that John's dick was oozing precum all over the hood of the Jeep as Andrew worked him over, but he could definitely hear John moaning loudly though, and the bucking of his ass was undeniable as Andrew had to use all his strength to hold it in place to continue his assault.
Andrew suddenly withdrew his tongue and started to kiss around John's pucker until he was French kissing it directly. The renewed tongue stimulation had John grinding back into Andrew's face trying to get more inside. Andrew drew back to look at his progress and saw his spit had plastered the hair to John's skin and his ruddy-colored hole was decidedly more pink than before. Andrew blew on it again and was rewarded with a butthole spasm.
"Why, John! It seems you might like this!"
"Fuck yes, Andrew!" he cried. "God, I need you in me so badly!"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes I doÑdesperately!"
"How desperately would you say?" Andrew teased.
"More than anything! Please!" John pleaded.
Andrew licked his fingers and slid one into John's hungry-looking hole.
"Like this?"
"Oh damn! Yes! But more!"
Andrew teased his hole with the finger for a little bit, enjoying the man writhing at his touch. Then he moved a second finger beside the first and pushed it in too.
"OhhhhhhhhÉ" moaned John.
Once those two fingers had eventually loosened things up a bit more, Andrew took a third finger and joined it with the other two.
"Oh yes, Andrew! Oh wow!"
He slid the three fingers back and forth a bit. Still trying to open John up some more. Each stage took a bit to accomplish, because John was very tight. Andrew realized it had to have been a while for John to have had any attention here for a while, so he was careful not to overwork the tender flesh.
Once Andrew felt that John had loosened up a bit, he pulled two of his fingers out, leaving just the long one inside. He felt around with it a little until he found what he was looking for: that little pleasure nub that every man had. Andrew stroked John's prostate with the tip of his finger and he could feel John's entire body tense up as he worked.
Andrew could see now that John was pre-cumming like crazy on the hood of the Jeep. It had gathered into a big puddle under him and was starting to run to the edge of the hood in a steady ooze of clear excitement.
Andrew took his free hand and gathered up as much as he could and slathered it on his aching cock while he continued to work John's button.
"How you doing there, champ?"
John just moaned in response.
"I hope that means good, because there's no stopping now!"
John moaned again.
Andrew chuckled to himself as he gave John's prostate a few last swipes. He could feel John had begun to tighten up just a little bit already as he slowly withdrew his finger. John sighed as he began to catch his breath.
Andrew stepped up onto the bumper of the Jeep with one foot inside each of John's, keeping his legs spread apart. He laid his aching precum-slicked cock between the firm globes of John's ass and rubbed it back and forth.
"Are you ready for this, boy?" Andrew asked the panting John. "Because it's ready for you!"
"Please," John moaned. "PleaseÉ"
Andrew lined up his fuck pole with John's pink winker and pressed the tip against the center of the ring of resistance.
If you have suggestions for future chapters, feel free to email me at DurtyRiter@protonmail.com