The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 71
John teased Andrew's ear with his tongue.
"I think," he whispered before another lick. "We" [lick] "should" [lick] "have" [lick] "some" [lick] "really" [lick] "hot" [lick] "sex" [lick] "right" [lick] "here" [lick] "on" [lick] "this" [lick] "desk" [lick] "right" [lick] "fucking" [lick] "now."
"What about lunch?" Andrew whispered back breathlessly.
"I'd" [lick] "rather" [lick] "eat" [lick] "you."
"But we don't really have time, do we?" Andrew protested with fading resistance.
"We" [lick] "will" [lick] "make" [lick] "the" [lick] "time."
"I don't know, John, I-Ñ"
John took one hand and gently closed it over Andrew's mouth.
"Ssshhh " he hissed softly into Andrew's ear. "This is more important right now."
Ever the conscientious one, it took more of John's ministrations to his neck, throat, and finally his mouth before Andrew let work fade away and truly gave himself in to what was happening and melt into John.
The kiss began lightly, but became a vortex, sucking them both in until they were delving deeper and deeper into each other with their tongues.
Their hands, initially gently resting on the other's shoulders, now carelessly crumpled the formerly pressed shirts in the clutch of tight grips.
When they reached the point that it was impossible for more, John stood, pulling Andrew up with him.
His hands let go of Andrew's shirt and attacked his belt and fly until they were both open. Then he grabbed his slender stunner, yanked his pants down, lifted him to lay flat onto the empty desk beside them, and swallowed his raging pole down to the hilt.
Andrew gasped at the hot suction enveloping his swollen rod. His man knew exactly how to captivate him. His fervor underscored just how much he desired Andrew, and Andrew was eager to respond in kind.
He reached down as far as he could, and still couldn't get a grip of what he wanted, but he did manage to grab John's belt and pull him around to the end of the desk. By the time he had John where he wanted him, he also had the belt and fly open to show John's member pushing out the front of his boxers.
In all this, John hadn't stopped giving Andrew's cock some serious attention, so he soon found himself bent over his boy with his straining dick bumping Andrew's shoulder.
Andrew shuffled himself up so his head now hung over the desk. John almost gagged a couple times as Andrew's cock would push in even farther as he moved, but he continued to suck on it tenaciously.
With just a little movement, Andrew freed John's rod from its confines. He opened wide to take everything John could give him and finally felt his hard satin stick slide inside. Absolute bliss! It was so hot and thick, Andrew felt it stretch his throat all the way down.
He did his best to make love to the invader as he felt John literally try to suck the seed from his balls.
The hot breath on their needy cocks and the electrified atmosphere conspired to quickly bring them both to sharp climaxes at nearly the exact same time. Volley after volley of rich cum was traded between them, with neither missing a drop.
John stepped back and pulled his shiny cock out of Andrew's warm mouth, stopping at the very end so Andrew could lick the tip clean of the very last drop of sweet salty seed.
Andrew sighed. "That was so perfect," he said with a satisfied smile.
"Was?" John asked, tapping Andrew's hard on and bumping his own boner against Andrew's cheek. "What makes you think we're finished?"
With a dirty smirk, he spun Andrew around on the desk and grabbed his ankles to pull them wide.
"No, we aren't done yet!"
And with that, he crouched down on his knees and dove tongue-first into Andrew's musty hole.
Andrew yelped and then started moaning as John attacked his bum with sloppy kisses and wet licks. He used his tongue and sometimes fingers to work Andrew's hole until it was nice and relaxed.
"Mmmmm," he moaned from between Andrew's legs. "You have such a perfect butt!"
"Then use it!" Andrew replied with feeling.
"Yeah?" John said. "You want me to put my big ol' cock in that tiny little hole?"
"Yes! Please!" Andrew begged. "I want to feel you stretch me and claim me!"
John stood up and looked him in the eye with an echo of the hunger he saw there.
"Who am I to refuse my perfect match?"
He spit on his hand to slick up his fuck pole and pointed it at the target.
"Ready?"
"Yes! Drill me!"
And he did.
Andrew was more than ready, and though it was as tight a fit as ever, John rapidly built up speed after a considerate start.
Holding Andrew's ankles wide, he soon had Andrew bucking and writhing on the desk in delirium, grasping at John's muscular glutes to feel the powerful tension and pull him in deeper.
Despite just cumming a few minutes earlier, John could feel a second rush coming on almost as strong as the first. The firm grip of Andrew's fingers on his ass and the hot suction around his cock proved too much to withstand.
"You're going to make me blow again," John warned.
Andrew seemed to double down, tightening his ass muscles even more and gripping John's melons so hard he thought they might start bleeding.
It was the perfect response, and John quickly shot a second load deep down inside the depths of his partner with a deep growl.
His body jerked with the last few spurts before he slowly withdrew his sword from Andrew's sheath. He shuddered a few more times and held onto the desk for support for a moment as Andrew got off the desk to stand beside him.
Andrew kissed him softly for a moment before breaking it off.
"You're incredible," John said earnestly. "That was amazing."
"Was?" Andrew replied with a glint in his eye. "I haven't heard any fat lady," he said, pushing John down onto the desk in the same position he had just been in and yanked his slacks and shorts off.
He grabbed John's ankles and spread them wide just as John had done to him to expose the little pink winker hiding under the dark ginger carpet.
He locked eyes with John to make sure he caught the lust in his own expression and then dropped down to delve into John's forbidden zone.
Andrew used tongue, lips, nose, fingers, chin, and even eyelashes to tease, caress, stroke, and stimulate every nerve ending to be found. He was so dedicated and inventive in his approach, it made John wonder what he had missed by being only a top for so long. Clearly something. But it didn't matter at all anymore. Nothing mattered but the amazing sensations his sexy boyfriend was inflicting him with. He wasn't going to be an exclusive bottom anytime soon, but
Andrew soon had him gasping for invasion.
"Please, Andrew," he begged. "I want you in me."
"Do you?" Andrew replied mockingly. "I don't know if I believe you."
"I do!" John insisted. "I want to feel your hard cock plunging into me."
"Well, if that's what you really want," he said coyly. "I suppose I can do that."
He stood up while keeping grip of John's ankles. He moved closer so his cockhead nudged John's entrance tantalizingly.
His dick made no secret of its intention. He had been drooling pre-cum since the moment he began working John's valley. While Andrew made a show of things, his leak only grew until it was literally a thin steam dripping from the end of his manhood all the way down to the floor, where it gathered into a growing puddle.
"Please dick me," John said again.
Andrew pushed his cockhead just inside John's ring and stopped.
"More," John whimpered, somehow managing to sound both commanding and pleading.
"I don't know," Andrew said, smirking. "Maybe this is all you get."
At lightning speed, John reached down and grabbed Andrew by his beautiful butt melons and drove himself all the way down Andrew's cock with a single plunge. Still not used to it, it took his breath away, but he succeeded in getting what he wanted.
Andrew dropped the teasing pretenses then, and proceeded to long-dick John thoroughly, driving him crazy beneath him.
He knew what he liked and watched John for indications of his performance. He didn't have to though. John was a very vocal participant and let him know exactly how he felt about every move.
And he felt good.
Seeing John wrapped up in the throes of ecstasy that he himself had made for him set a fire in his balls that was about to erupt.
"Fuck me, Andrew!" he cried. "Nail me good!"
Andrew started to really slam into him now. Over and over, he ground against John's prostate as he pumped deep inside him.
"Yes!" John cried out hungrily.
"You really want this, don't you?" Andrew demanded.
"Yeah! Flood me, baby!"
"Okay then," Andrew growled. "Take it!"
And with that, he felt his cock expand and explode with volcanic force, spewing its white lava into the depths of the man before him. Pulse after pulse released more and more cum, which Andrew was only too happy to push deeper inside until the waves died down to faint twitches.
He released John's ankles then, and John wrapped them around his waist to hold him in place. He did a crunch to get up far enough to grab Andrew and pull him down on top of himself so they could share a deep kiss to seal the experience.
Between them, they could each feel both hearts still beating strongly inside their sweaty chests. They were in perfect counterpoint to each other, with one beating exactly between the beats of the other while they literally shared air to fill their lungs. It was magical.
Neither wanted it to end, but as the intensity died down, real life forced its way back in.
Andrew, of course, had to fight down the panic then. And now his stomach was growling because he hadn't eaten. What time was it? How late was he in getting back to work? Should he take more time to eat, or try to eat on the go at his desk despite that being frowned upon and completely unprofessional?
To add insult to injury, his shirt was rumpled and sweatyÑ-as was John'sÑ-since they had never taken them off. How was he going to explain this when he went back?
John could see he was distressed, and helped him calm down as they put their pants and shoes back on.
"Do you have anything that needs to be done by a specific time?" he asked.
"Just before I go home," Andrew answered. "That's at 5."
"Is there any reason you can't stay a few minutes late and leave at " (he glanced at his watch) " say 5:30?"
"I guess not, I'm just usually pretty punctual about that."
"It won't kill you to run behind a little bit, but you know how you can get if you don't eat. I'd wolf down some food first, then go back to work if I were you."
"But what about my shirt?" Andrew asked nervously. "Everyone's going to know something happened."
"You already know what I'm going to say first, don't you? So what? Secondly, are you going to try to tell me you don't have a backup shirt ready to go just in case?"
Andrew blushed.
"Oh yeah."
"So, no big deal, right?"
"Well, it's under my desk " Andrew answered uncertainly.
"So just be quick about it. Simple."
"I suppose so," Andrew admitted.
"On the bright side," John added. "At least you don't have this to contend with before a meeting in five minutes," gesturing to the front of his slacks where his boxers did very little to hide the fact that John was still thinking about what he'd just done with Andrew.
Andrew smiled.
"There we go," John announced. "I hate to run, but my spare shirt is in my car."
"Then you'd better hurry," Andrew said, waving him off. "I love you!" he called as John turned and started running down the hall.
"Love you too!" came the fading reply.
Andrew always hated eating in his car, but he ate his sandwich as he drove back to work anyway. At least he had chosen to bring a sandwich for lunch and not soup.
Besides the receptionist giving him a quizzical look, no one seemed to notice his rumpled return before he traded shirts.
It ended up taking longer to re-focus on his job than it did to change his appearance, but he managed it and finished what he needed to by the end of the day.
John was back to his chatty self when he called after work, relating that it wasn't until his meeting was half over that he noticed a splotch in the crotch of his pants that had seeped through because he had slipped through the opening of his boxers without noticing.
"What did you do?" asked an agog Andrew.
He could practically see John shrug as he answered, "Nothing. I just pretended everything was fine. I'm sure they noticed, but no one said anything. At least not to me. Maybe they said something to each other, but I don't know, and I don't care. I had to go back out to my car again for my spare slacks, and it turned out they were not even mine and two sizes too big. It was a great day to skip wearing a belt, let me tell you. I had to choose between an incriminating stain and sloppy drawers." "Which one did you go with?"
"The sloppy drawers," John replied promptly. "And then stayed at my desk as much as possible," he said, laughing.
Andrew laughed too.
"And how was your dreaded return?"
"It went all right. You were right: nobody cared. And I ate while I drove, so I didn't have to stay too late."
"Good for you! Maybe we should do it again tomorrow," John said suggestively.
"As hot as that was, no thank you," replied Andrew. "I don't want to leave this job on that kind of note."
"There is that," John acknowledged. "Speaking of, are you still keen to let me buy your house and get started on your nursery?"
"Yeah, I already decided that a while ago."
"When do you want to do it?"
"I guess there's no reason to wait, is there? It won't make it any easier."
"Not really," John agreed.
"I figure the sooner I get the money, the sooner I can get things moving."
"Very true. How about we get all the paperwork done tomorrow? Between the two of us, we kinda know how things should go."
"There is that," Andrew laughed. "Maybe I can see about getting the old house ready to live in by the time the funds go through."
"Excellent plan! I guess we will be busy little beavers for a few weeks, because I'll be there with you every step of the way."
"Thank you," Andrew said earnestly.
"Also, I know a guy " John said facetiously.
"Do you? Only one?"
"Okay, maybe several," he admitted. "And most of them would probably be willing to help a bit too."
"That would be great!"
"And Andrew?"
"Yeah?"
"I really am sorry I hurt you with Brady."
Andrew paused a second before replying.
"Well, we're officially open, right? So I guess there's nothing to apologize for."
"But I shouldn't have done it that way," John insisted. "I promise to be better from here on out."
"Thank you," Andrew said finally. "But let's not talk about last week anymore, okay? I'd rather move on now."
"Done!"
They drafted up all the paperwork for the sale of the house the next day, and signed it the day after once everything had been verified. Now they just had to wait for escrow and all that to finalize before it was a done deal.
In the meantime, Andrew signed the lease with Mr. Bradshaw, and he and John went back out to the house with a bunch of new door locks. They set about swapping them all and were relieved to find no more indication of squatters inside.
They went back out on Friday and borrowed a heavy-duty mower from The Jacks to clear the driveway, towing it over with the Jeep.
They originally intended to recreate the front lawn that John remembered from his childhood as well, but Andrew ended up changing his mind about that. He figured it would be an endless battle to keep the forest from encroaching on it, and he would have plenty to keep him busy at the nursery for a while. The last thing he needed was a lawn to keep mowed. Instead, they pruned and trimmed all the shrubbery and plants around the house that had gone wild.
By the time they were finished, it looked completely different. Sure, the flora looked a little sad because it had been so long since they had been cared for, but they were no longer so overgrown as to conceal the house. Andrew noted that the plants were all healthy, carefully chosen native species that would need little maintenance and could pretty much take care of themselves, for which he was grateful.
While barely going inside at all that day, they felt very accomplished with what they got done.
As night began to creep in, they pulled their sleeping bags and clothes out of the Jeep and brought them upstairs before making a simple dinner of spaghetti. About halfway through, it dawned on Andrew that they had never even addressed the utilities yet. How was he getting power? And water?
After a call to Mr. Bradshaw, John found that the house was on its own well, which was terrific news that explained the water. As for the electricity, he had no idea.
It had been a long day and the boys decided they could wait to figure that out in the morning, so they headed upstairs, where they zipped their sleeping bags together to lay out on the bed and climbed in.
They weren't planning to sleep yet, but no sooner had they cuddled together and started to kiss, than they were both out cold in each other's arms.
The other presence in the room was very disappointed.
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