The Man with the Jeep

By DurtyRiter

Published on Feb 16, 2021

Gay

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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 17

"You weren't listening to me at all, were you?" John asked with a grin.

"You were talking about how fast I ate."

"And then?" John prompted.

"And then something about picking things up going down," Andrew answered sheepishly.

"That's what I thought," John replied, shaking his head. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I can think of lots of things."

John laughed. "I'm sure you can, Horndog. Now leave your climbing gear here under the bench and we can get going."

"Yes, Boss!"

After they stowed all the equipment, they headed up the stairs and soon made it to the outhouse. After using the facilities, Andrew joined John at the sink to wash his hands. John was looking at him through the mirror, but it seemed as though he was looking through him rather than at him.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Huh?" John responded, startled out of his reverie. "Oh, nothing. What do you say we leave our towels here and get them later?"

"Aren't we going for the grotto?"

"Yeah, but I'm thinking if we use them there, they won't be dry for our evening shower on our way back down. It's a nice sunny day, so we could just lay out and dry in the sun and save the towels for later."

"Are you sure it's warm enough?"

"Sure!"

"Well okay, we can do that if you want to," Andrew said with more confidence than he felt. Not having a towel with him at all sounded foolish when he knew he was going to get wet. It went against everything his Scout training had drilled into him about always being prepared. On the other hand, he wanted to show John that he trusted him. 'When in Rome...' he thought to himself.

They hung their towels on hooks next to the shower and made their way back outside to the stairs and up toward the grotto. Whether it was having John with him or being in a familiar setting, it didn't seem to take near as long as last time to get to the top. As beautiful as he remembered, Andrew admired the dark wet stones and watched the rainbows dance in the waterfall's spray before John cut him short.

"Last one in is a rotten egg!" he hollered, yanking at the hem of his shirt and kicking off his shoes.

"Dork!" yelled Andrew as he followed suit. He was mere moments behind John as they scrambled into the water buck naked.

"I win!" crowed John.

"So I'm an egg," retorted Andrew. "What of it?"

"I don't care what you are, Egghead," John declared as he reached out to Andrew to pull him close. "The truth is, I claim you for good!"

"And hopefully evil too," Andrew added with grin.

"Definitely," John assured him.

Andrew felt John's perfect fur against him again as they hugged each other close right under the waterfall. The rough texture highlighted the slickness of his own skin and did nothing to conceal the hardened nipples poking his chest. It went without saying that both cocks were awake and vying for attention as they were mashed together, but for once they were forced to wait as neither man wanted to let go.

They kissed for a moment before Andrew lay his head on John's shoulder in utter happiness. John followed suit and they continued to share the warmth of this peaceful moment. Andrew could feel the flutter of John's heartbeat through their full body contact, and noticed his own was perfectly in time, though ever so slightly off from John's: bu-bum, bu-bum, bu-bum.

Andrew could feel a slight rumble from the body he was holding as John murmured in his ear. "I love feeling your body against mine."

"Me too," Andrew sighed. Then he chuckled.

"What's up?"

"I was just thinking that part of it is I get to pretend for a second that I have the same glorious fur on my body that you do. I'm so jealous."

"What? Really?"

"Yeah! What's so surprising about that?"

"I wouldn't go so far as to say I hate it, but I always wanted to be sleek and sexy like you."

"You're joking!"

"No, seriously! Maybe it's because I was teased for it in my teens, but it took a long time for me to be comfortable with it."

"I was teased for being late to the party," Andrew confessed. "I think I was the very last in my class to hit puberty. I was so embarrassed, I wanted to die."

"Oh no!"

"Well kids are mean, and teens suck especially."

"Yes, they certainly do!" John agreed with a humorous glint in his eye.

"I still have to pretend I'm over it. Eventually I'll convince myself."

"It'll happen," John assured him. "For the record, I absolutely love the contrast between us."

"Me too, actually," Andrew admitted. "If I can't have it myself, I am thrilled to enjoy it on you."

"So now I'm your vicarious vessel!"

"My what?"

"Oh, sorry: you get to live your fantasies through me."

"Yeah, kind of, I guess. As long as I'm living them WITH you too!"

"You aren't getting rid of me any time soon!"

"I'm holding you to that, just so you know."

"I wouldn't have it any other way!"

They gave each other an even tighter squeeze to seal their agreement, then one of Andrew's hands moved down John's naked flesh until it reached and gripped one of his furry butt cheeks. John mirrored the movement until he had half of Andrew's ass cupped in his hand as well.

Andrew turned his head and started to nuzzle and kiss below John's jawline. As before, John mimicked him and was soon doing his best to create a hickey on his neck too. Meanwhile, their hands had not stayed idle, as they each rubbed and kneaded the mounds they held. Andrew extended his fingers into John's crack to tease his hole, and John continued to match him move for move.

Their cocks felt like they were burning between then, still being deprived of any attention besides the continued pressure of trying to occupy the inadequate space between their bellies.

Andrew grew impatient of John copying his every move, so he suddenly dropped to his knees and dove face first onto John's turgid pole. Andrew impressed himself that he was able to take it all in one quick try, though it stretched his jaws to the limit to manage it.

John gasped loudly. "Damn, boy!" He exclaimed.

Pleased with himself, Andrew continued to give the thick rod in his mouth his full attention. He even managed to get his tongue involved despite the limited space in his mouth left from John's manhood.

John was panting faster and faster until he suddenly leaned over and literally lifted Andrew up out of the water and off his cock.

Andrew felt himself lifted and swung to one side as John took a couple steps toward the edge of the pool where Andrew spied a smooth flat stone a little higher than the water line. John dropped him there on his hands and knees and quickly shoved his face into Andrew's ass.

Andrew moaned as John's tongue gave him the most insistent rimming he had ever experienced. Not harsh, but direct and deep without any of the teasing that their previous encounters entailed. This tongue was on a mission. Andrew got even more turned on knowing what would follow-Ńsoon!

Sure enough, only a few minutes later, that squirming tongue at his back door was replaced with the solid end of John's cock. It felt impossibly hard and impossibly big, but Andrew wanted it inside him as badly as it clearly wanted in.

He felt it push firmly against the resistance of his hole. Suddenly he felt a sharp smack on his ass. He yelped and his hole loosened in surprise, and that was all it took: John was inside with one big whoosh. Damn, he felt huge!

He grunted loudly in surprise more than anything else and heard his own voice speaking: "Fuck yeah, John! Drill me!"

Normally, Andrew was not a fan of rough and tumble sex, but here he was not only resigned to it, but egging John on, and of course John was only too happy to oblige.

He found himself moving his ass to John's rhythm, pushing back to give each thrust of that thick man meat a little more impact and to elicit more bestial groans and panting from John.

It was wild, and Andrew could feel his own cock throbbing in response to the intensity of the moment. He gripped his dick with one hand while John continued to plow him from behind, and it only took a few quick pulls to bring himself to explosion. He dowsed the rock he was on with volley after volley of his seed. He could feel his ass clamp down so tightly that John couldn't pull his cock out. With each burst of cum, Andrew's ass squeezed tighter, massaging and milking John's cock without his having to even move. With the gripping surge of his last shot, his ass muscles brought John to climax, practically sucking out John's semen as he lost his load into Andrew.

"Fuck!" yelled John, his cock still buried to the hilt in Andrew.

Andrew agreed as he tried to catch his breath from under him. He swore he could literally feel John's hot load seep into his inner core.

Andrew felt John's arms hook under his and he was pulled up until he was standing on his knees with John's member still nestled inside the warm cocoon of his ass. He turned his head to the side and was greeted with a long loving kiss from the sexy man behind him. John gently pulled his spent cock from Andrew's tenderized hole and helped him get up from the rock and back into the waist-deep water of the pool.

"Are you all right? I think I got carried away again..." John trailed off.

"I'm fine," Andrew assured him. "That was hot!"

John grinned in relief. "It really was! But I thought you weren't a fan of the Quick-and-Dirty."

"I didn't think I was either, but apparently I am. With you, anyway."

John smiled broadly. "I'm so happy to help you expand your horizons."

"I'm sure you are," Andrew laughed. "But so am I."

They stood under the waterfall again and rinsed off all the sex sweat from their bodies, spending a good amount of time stroking each other-Ńjust to be very sure no spots were missed, of course. Having satisfied themselves with the impromptu shower, they got out of the pool to find somewhere to sun themselves dry.

John led Andrew around to the side of the grassy knoll on which they had eaten their first picnic lunch toward several flat rocks similar to the one on which Andrew had perched a short time ago next to the water. It was clearly a natural arrangement as it was not flat, but it reminded Andrew of a flagstone patio.

John laid down on one that had a second rock slightly higher that could function as a very hard pillow. Andrew decided to lay down next to him and put his head on John's shoulder without a word. John put his arm around Andrew and rested his hand on his chest. Securely nestled, it didn't take long before Andrew was fast asleep.

John closed his eyes as the sun warmed his skin. He felt the warmth of Andrew's body beside him and even his heartbeat under the palm of the hand that he loosely placed over one of Andrew's pecs. He felt that pulse slow down and realized Andrew had drifted off.

A part of him felt a little guilty because he had promised himself not to get too aggressive with this sexy man beside him without asking first, and he had just steamrolled right over the boundaries he had set for himself. Andrew seemed to be okay about it, but it pained John to have lost his self-control like that. He was much more used to the "hearty" side of sex than Andrew seemed to be. Such a romantic! But aggression had become the norm for John when it came to sex, and he had to consciously remember to view things through Andrew's eyes. He didn't want to scare Andrew off by taking things too far too quickly.

'You're just over-thinking things,' he told himself. 'He said he enjoyed it, so get over yourself and relax. Besides, you know very well there is a tiger under that reserved faade.'

'Yes, but it has to be brought out carefully to flourish and bloom. You never know what could trigger a withdrawal, and I have a feeling it would take some hard work to bring it out again if I misstep.'

'You worry too much.'

'Only because I've been there myself.'

'Sure, sure, and look at you now!'

John mentally shook himself to bring back his focus.

Andrew wasn't apparently put off by anything so far, but he also seemed surprised to be enjoying it. That was odd. Maybe he just hadn't been exposed to much.

With porn so prevalent, that was kind of a ridiculous notion, and yet...

There is a big difference between enjoying the idea of it in porn or in your imagination, and something else entirely to experience it firsthand. That must be it, he decided.

Revelation struck as he realized just how far back Andrew had been holding himself. He probably had never let himself explore his own sexuality. Everyone he knew went balls to the wall for experiences just after puberty, but it seemed Andrew took an entirely different approach and walled himself off.

John's heart hurt for him even more, realizing how isolated Andrew probably felt.

Of course, maybe he was reading far too much into his impressions and Andrew was just coy. He doubted it, but it was possible. Either way, he figured he would continue with his long-term plan: take it easy, step by step and go from there.

He had to admit that slowing down and looking at everything with fresh perspective made everything interesting again, where it had felt boring and predictable before. Nothing felt boring where Andrew was concerned. It was like every sense was cranked to eleven when they shed their clothes.

How long it would continue to be like this was anyone's guess, but he was going to do his best to perpetuate it indefinitely.

He pondered the tidbits he had gleaned so far.

Andrew was clearly not used to being openly naked, but the idea of Duncan taking pictures had seemed to inspire curiosity rather than shame. That was a good sign. That train of thought had already started rolling down its track in John's mind.

Then he remembered what Andrew had mentioned in the grotto about wishing he were hairy but liking the contrast between the two of them. John loved the juxtaposition too. Maybe...

They were both startled awake later by the cry of a nearby hawk.

"Oh no!" exclaimed an apprehensive Andrew as he looked to his wrist for a watch that wasn't there. "How long were we out?"

"I'm not sure," John admitted. "But I would say a little too long. I can feel the tightness of my exposed skin, if not a burn."

"Did I burn?"

"I don't think so," John assured him. "You look a little dark, but not red." A moment later he had to retract that somewhat: "Actually, on second look, part of you looks a tiny bit pink," he said gesturing toward Andrew's crotch.

Andrew looked down with dread to see the barest hint of pink.

"Maybe we woke up just in time," he suggested hopefully.

"Could be, but I think it's time we got moving."

"Agreed!"

They went back to the grotto and donned their clothes again.

"Man, I hope I didn't burn," fretted Andrew.

"Well, there's nothing we can do now, so try not to think about it."

"I'll try."

"Thatta boy!"

"Yep, you're still a dork."

"Thanks ever so much, Sleeping Beauty!"

As they trooped down the stairs toward the outhouse, John stopped at the first rest spot for some water.

"Ok, champ, drink up!"

Andrew obeyed. He was thirstier than he realized. Once he had drunk his fill, John replaced him at the fountain.

He looked out over the valley below them. He noticed the sun was much farther along its path than he remembered. They must have slept a couple of hours, he guessed. Good thing they had gotten up when they did, because he could already feel the day starting to cool off.

Once John was finished, they headed down again.

"I have a question for you," John started as they passed the last bench before the outhouse.

"Yeah?"

"How adventurous are you feeling?"

"Is that a trick question?"

"It's not supposed to be," John laughed.

"I'm not sure how to answer that," Andrew replied, carefully guarded. "What are you thinking?"

John picked up on his hesitation.

"Okay, do you remember what we were talking about under the falls?"

"Which time?" Andrew asked as his mind raced through recent memories. "You mean about hair?"

"Exactly."

"Yeah, so what?"

"So, we both love the contrast we have together, right?"

"Yeah."

"I was thinking maybe we could emphasize that and see what we think."

"Huh?"

"Well, what do you think about making the contrast greater? Feel free to say no if you aren't comfortable with it, but it could be hot."

Andrew's mind raced as he finally figured out what John was hinting at. (Hinting? Since when did John just hint?)

"You mean for me to shave my chest, don't you?"

"Well, yeah," John said. "You don't have to at all, I was just thinking it could be fun and maybe even hot to try. We wouldn't know until we did it."

"I see..."

"You know what? Never mind; it was just a random thought."

"Okay."

But Andrew didn't stop mulling it over as they finished the last bit of their journey. It really could be interesting. He was kind of jealous for the little he had, so he had never even considered shaving it before. But now that he had a boyfriend's pelt to enjoy, it didn't seem so vital to protect his own. Plus, it would presumably grow back anyway, so why not try it? He might even like it. The more he thought about it, the more excited about the idea he became.

They finally arrived at the outhouse and went inside. John headed straight for the shower and started to strip. Andrew only made it as far as the sink before he shucked his clothing into a heap on the floor.

He couldn't tell if it was just the mental rush of breaking out of another comfort zone, or the sensual promise of the reward, but either way, now he wanted to do this. Immediately.

John finished removing his clothes and looked back to see what became of his boyfriend.

There in front of the sink stood Andrew, half hard as usual and completely naked except for the most direct expression John had ever seen on him. His eyes locked onto John's.

"Shave me," he said. "Now."


Check out my other posts! These ones are not stories I've written, but they are uncopyrighted pulps from the '80s that I enjoy and wanted to share before they are lost forever:

"The Battlefield" in the Historical section

"My Favorite Freshman" in the College section

"Alaskan Huskies" in the Encounters section

Next: Chapter 18


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