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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 13
Andrew leaned down and kissed his captive hard full on the mouth. His soft lips met John's while his tongue dove in to invade the space and duel with his. Andrew could feel through his crotch grinding that his sudden ardent attack inspired an equally passionate response from John's body: he sprang from barely past semi to completely hard in an instant.
Andrew pushed his advantage, holding John's wrists down wide while he pressed his bodyweight down on John's midsection in case he tried to throw him off. He had a plan and John was just going to have to accommodate it, it was as simple as that.
John might have been up for resisting for resistance's sake, but dissuading Andrew was the last thing on his mind as he gamely struggled underneath him.
Andrew knew he couldn't keep John down forever, but he also knew that if he got him thinking with his cock fast enough he wouldn't have to. And with one fell swoop, he was sure he was pretty close to succeeding. He could hear John's labored, almost breathless breathing, and the half-hearted attempts to push him off. Yeah, he was all in now...
Andrew reluctantly withdrew his tongue and roughly kissed his way straight down John's chin, neck, chest, and stomach. As he worked his way down, he released his grip on John's wrists and scooted back so he could keep moving lower on John's body.
Down his lips and tongue went, down John's stomach and through his belly button, leaving a damp trail on John's thin t-shirt, making it semi-transparent to mark his passage. He continued down until he encountered John's belt buckle and gamely grabbed it in his teeth and shook his head with it almost like a dog with a new bone.
This drew a chuckle from John, which was quickly replaced with moans as Andrew moved his attention to the prize straining under John's shorts. Andrew opened his jaws and clamped down on John's pole, shorts and all, and proceeded to gnaw on them. The fabric was thick enough that it didn't hurt at all, but it was certainly drawing more blood into John's already engorged dick. It was so hard that John was starting to feel pain as it continued to expand.
Andrew clawed at John's belt until he got the clasp open and then grabbed them at the waist and promptly yanked them clean down to John's knees and then off completely without even bothering with the button and the zipper. He was not going to let mere fasteners slow him down now!
While John's shorts were still sailing through the air over his shoulder, Andrew already had John's aching cock in his mouth. He had forgotten just how thick it was until after he dove onto it, but it only spurred him on further.
John gasped and his hands grabbed for Andrew's bobbing head. He felt like he was going to explode in more ways than one at this point, and Andrew was pushing him faster and faster to that point.
Andrew could feel John's hands try to direct him to slow down the pace. 'So he's getting too close already, is he?' Andrew thought evilly to himself. 'Well then!'
Andrew abruptly took his mouth off of John's cock and sat back on his haunches and looked at John with a savage grin. He watched John's spit-shined rod pulse to John's heart rate as its color grew ever closer to purple from the dark red it had already become. Then he looked John in the eye with a smirk.
"Well, it's good to know that still works," Andrew declared gleefully as he stood up and started to walk back toward the Jeep.
John was stunned for a moment by the sudden change. "You can't just leave me here like this!" he exclaimed.
"Can't I?" Andrew called back to him.
John had been brought too far too quickly to just let go that easily now. He jumped to his feet and dashed toward Andrew, catching him just he was nearing the Jeep.
John scooped him off his feet and carried him in his strong arms.
'Success!' crowed Andrew inwardly as John deposited him face up on the hood of the truck. John ripped off Andrew's shorts even faster than Andrew had removed his, and in no time was lapping at Andrew's little pucker.
Andrew was in heaven. He knew John was too polite and considerate to be this aggressive without a push, so push he had. And now he had this sexy man licking his ass, getting ready toÑ-
"Ohhhhhh...!" moaned Andrew when John suddenly started drilling his hole with his hot slippery tongue. "YES!"
John attacked his hole like a starving child, pulling Andrew's butt cheeks apart with his hands and deeply darting his tongue in and out of Andrew's ass. He pushed more and more spit in to lube things up with every thrust and wriggled his tongue side to side and around and around to help Andrew loosen up.
Andrew held his legs back by the knees to help John along. He hadn't touched his cock since shortly after he had tackled John, but it evidently needed no help as it throbbed strongly while John delved into his hole.
Evidently satisfied with his handiwork, John withdrew his tongue and gave Andrew's ass a good resounding smack.
"Leave me hanging, will you?" John asked with a grinning leer as he stepped up onto the bumper of the Jeep just as Andrew had earlier that morning. He spit into his hand and spread it around the tip of his cock. "There are consequences for getting a man worked up like that, and you aren't getting off that easily!"
He lined up his throbbing member to Andrew's twitching rose bud.
"Are you going to teach me a lesson?" Andrew egged him on.
"Damn right!" John proclaimed as he began to push at Andrew's tight ring.
Andrew willed himself to relax while John pressed his thick mushroom head forward. The building pressure started to move to pain and Andrew was about to admit defeat when it suddenly popped in.
"Oh my God! Wow!" Andrew gasped at the incredible fullness. Just the head felt like an entire croquet ball had been shoved up his butt. He was determined to make it feel at home come hell or high water.
But after a few moments had passed, he was still having trouble adjusting to the new invader. Shouldn't he be adjusting to it by now? Why doesn't it feel any easier?
Realization seeped in as Andrew gasped for breath: John wasn't stopping for him to have time to adjust: he had kept pushing and pushing. Maybe he had gotten John a little too revved up in his teasing... Andrew could feel not just the head, but more and more of that thick shaft as well, continuing to stretch him tight and going deeper every moment. He continued to gasp at the intensity. John felt absolutely enormous inside him and he wasn't all in yet. He could just feel the beginnings of tears at the corners of his eyes from the effort.
His cock, meanwhile, had started pre-cumming. He had very rarely pre-cum before, but today was another matter entirely. It seemed to be leaking a steady stream all over his stomach, and it was starting to trail down his sides.
Yet another thing John pulls out of me that I'm not used to, Andrew thought. How many more surprises can there be?
Andrew wasn't sure if he passed out or if his thoughts had enabled him to relax better, but he could finally feel himself adjusting to John's big cock within him and realized it had stopped moving. John was buried in him to the hilt.
He hadn't closed his eyes as far as he knew, but nothing had registered since he saw his newfound ability to stream clear fluid from his dick. He looked up at John's face to see him looking at him intensely.
"What?"
"Are you okay? You looked a little... out of it."
"I'm good," he assured John.
Then he had a daring inkling of an idea.
"But is this all the lesson you have for me today?" he asked with a pronounced disinterested innocence.
John looked at him in surprise for a moment, and then grinned.
"Oh no," John assured him. "This is just the start."
John pulled out (mercifully slowly, to the relief of Andrew's cautious half), leaving a notable feeling of emptiness. Andrew could feel the flare of the head and prepared himself for John's next inward thrust, only for John to pull out completely.
Andrew immediately thought he'd overplayed his hand and John wouldÑ
A quick skewering from John killed that thought as Andrew completely re-lived the first entry, though much quicker this time.
John quickly settled into a back-and forth rhythm as if he was using a metronome: in, retreat, in, retreat, in, retreat with such regularity that Andrew thought he could do it indefinitely. It was nothing like what Andrew was used to: buildup, ramp up, get off, and leave. He did enjoy new things when he let himself try themÑ-as he had been finding out more and more lately--so here was another one to check off his list.
Even being outside was such a new thing. He was in a mad rush this morning and hadn't thought much about it, but with John's consistent unhurried pace, Andrew was far more aware of being in the open this time. Maybe it was just because there was no tree cover here next to the river, but it felt like he was being watched. And he realized that excited him.
The constancy of motion mixed with the exposure had driven Andrew to the brink of suspense: What if Coop came back? What if someone else came by? How long could John go? Would this just go on forever? John clearly had stamina, that was for sure!
Andrew decided he had been patient and submissive long enough. He extended his legs around John's waist and pulled him close ('No more pulling out and pausing for you, John!' he thought), and then started working his ass muscles to really grip John's cock tightly. It felt hot within him and now he wanted to feel it fill him up with cum.
He caught John's eyes with his.
"I want you to breed me, John."
"You do?"
"Yes, I do."
"How badly do you want it? `Cuz I can do this all day," he said, winking as he threw some punches at an invisible sparring partner without missing a beat of his rhythm.
Andrew groaned at the silly joke.
"Bad enough to get you all hot and bothered and then walk away so you would have to chase me down for reliefÑ-Captain America!"
John smiled broadly. "Well in that case..."
John's metronome was shattered as he picked up the pace and fucked Andrew for real. Breathless, sweating, and swearing, John transformed into a stud fucking machine, hammering Andrew deep and hard.
"Yes, John, yes!" Andrew encouraged him. "Shoot in my ass! Stake your claim in me! Make me yours!"
Andrew had never seen anything so breathtaking as in that moment when John's face and neck were flushed a bright red and veins began to pop out with his effort. His hair flung little droplets of sweat from the force of his dick slamming repeatedly into Andrew's gripping hole. The fur on his chest was now more visible as his t-shirt was completely matted with sweat. His chest heaved as he took in great draughts of air to fuel his powerful thrusting. He looked like a god to Andrew.
"Fill me up with that cum, John!" Andrew cried. "Give it to me!"
"Yeah, boy! Take it all!" John yelled. "Take my seed inside you!"
With a final roar, John stiffened into a living statue as his cock froze in place inside Andrew and shot volley after volley after volley of hot cum deep inside him. The pulsing of his cock was the only movement John made as he spewed out his heavy load.
"Yes, John!" Andrew cried. "Yes!"
John slowly came back to where he was and his entire body softened a bit.
"Wow, John," breathed Andrew. "Just wow. That was amazing!"
"YOU are amazing, Andrew, and I see you enjoyed it too," he grinned, gesturing to Andrew's stomach.
There, in addition to the stream of pre-cum he had noticed earlier, was a very large fresh puddle of an unmistakable white substance.
"How did that get there? But I thought--no, I KNOW you shot inside me! I could feel it! How did you..." Andrew trailed off. "Oh! Did I...?"
"Yes, you did," laughed John. "Now you know what it feels like!"
Andrew was so certain it could never happen to him, but the evidence was undeniable. The puddle of cum on his stomach led directly to the end of his own cock. In fact, it was still dribbling out a little bit. Apparently, he could cum without touching himself just as well as John.
"Alright, bucko," John said. "Time to get off and stretch our legs."
"Didn't we just do that?"
"Do what?"
"Get off, of course! I don't think you've quite recovered yet if you're missing your own jokes."
John turned his head sharply to look at him. "You may be on to something there," he said with a chuckle. Let's get off THE JEEP and stretch our legs, wise guy."
"Yes, Boss!"
John grabbed Andrew's arms and pulled him up as John fell/stepped off the bumper. "Oh! And it looks like you'd better watch your step!"
"Or I could just copy youÉ"
"Jerk!"
Andrew had felt a little wave of passing dizziness when John pulled him up into a sitting position, so he did get up with care. After watching John for a moment, that is.
Naked from the waist down, John walked back to where Andrew had tossed his shorts away. Andrew just sat and watched him as his ass bunched and released as he walked in the other direction. Woof!
"Oh man!" Andrew heard him exclaim.
"What's up?"
"You tossed my shorts into a puddle and now they are soaked!"
"I'm sorry," Andrew said with his hand over his mouth to try to hide his giggle.
"Yeah, I bet you are!"
Andrew beamed at him. "Well, I'm trying to be sorry at least. Does that count?"
"Sure," laughed John.
Andrew climbed down from the Jeep and retrieved his own perfectly dry shorts.
"You know, I think you owe me for this," began John, holding up the dripping shorts.
"And I think you owe me for this," Andrew retorted, pointing to his cum-covered shirt. "I wouldn't have shot all over this if it wasn't for you, so I say that makes us even!"
"Oh you do, do you?"
"Absolutely!"
"Hmm, let me see," John said as he confidently strode back toward Andrew with his still-heavy club swinging back and forth before him.
Andrew was of course captivated and completely distracted yet again. His hole throbbed in remembrance of the effectiveness of that tool.
"Even, huh?" John snickered as he came close. "Fine, as long you don't wear half of your clothes either, I will count it even."
He reached out and grabbed the hem of Andrew's shirt and peeled it up and over his head, smearing the mess across Andrew's face as he pulled it off.
"Hey!" protested Andrew.
"Hold still, you little baby," laughed John.
He took his wet boxer shorts and gently began to use them like a washcloth.
At first a little indignant, Andrew gave in to John's ministrations and was inadvertently rewarded with breathing in John's smell as his face was wiped clean. He inhaled deeply as John worked way too quickly for Andrew's taste.
When he was finished, John leaned in and gave him a long gentle kiss.
"There! That wasn't so bad was it?"
"No, it wasn't," Andrew agreed.
"You know I only want what's best for you right?"
"Sure." And he did. Even through his doubts and insecurities, he was certain that John wanted nothing more than Andrew's well-being.
After losing his shirt, he was grateful the day was pretty warm, but it was afternoon, and he knew that wouldn't last for long.
"I suppose we should probably head back and get some clean clothes now, huh?" Andrew finally asked John.
"Yeah, we do," John agreed. "I am not interested in catching a cold, thanks. Are you ready to go?"
"Whatever you say."
"Then let's go!"
They climbed aboard the trusty old machine once again and John steered it back upstream where they had met Coop and then turned into the brush that still showed evidence of their earlier descent. As John retraced their path back to the alcove, Andrew looked at John as was now his habit.
John's shirt was drying rapidly, but even though it was no longer see-through, it was still easy to see his nipples poking through and the muscles stretching the fabric taught over his chest. This time, however, he wore no shorts and sat his bare furry ass on that old vinyl seat. He had finally gone soft, so it was fun for a while to watch his flaccid dick bob over his big balls as they drove over ruts and rocks.
It had been quite a day for Andrew. He thought about everything that had happened from the cliffside campsite to Andrew's topping John in the clearing to meeting Coop to exploring the little Hobbit house to John's ravaging of his hole. He had to admit that he was a little tired.
There was no chance of falling asleep though, since an occasional branch would whip his bare chest and outside arm, so he let his thoughts wander.
That Coop guy was an interesting fellow. His deference to "Master Johnny" was plain. What was it about John that inspired such loyalty in people? Then he remembered John had mentioned Coop was homeless when they first met. That could certainly explain it. He looked back at John.
"So, I have a question for you," he began.
"Shoot!"
"How did you meet Coop? You said he was homeless, right?"
"Yep!"
"Do you always get to know panhandlers?"
"Andrew, I'm surprised at you! Why would you say such a thing? He wasn't a panhandler!"
"I'm sorry," Andrew apologized. "I didn't mean anything by it, really. That's just what comes to mind when I think of homeless people. I was only trying to be funny and didn't think before I spoke." He felt awful for what he said after he thought about it. It was exactly the kind of cutting humor he didn't appreciate from others. He was embarrassed it even came out of him.
"Well, for your information, I met Coop one of the times I was volunteering at a food bank. Struggling families and homeless people would come in and get food that had been donated by local businesses. It's a cycle, you know. Most of us are down and out at some point in our lives. I don't know if I want to call it karma or universal balance or sowing-and-reaping, or what, but people were there for me when I was in need, and I just feel good being able to return that favor to others. Pass it on, and all that."
"That's cool."
"You should come with me next time. I'm always surprised how amazing it feels to help others out."
"I'd like that," Andrew said, still feeling humbled. "So you helped Coop get some food?"
"Yeah. On one of my lunch breaks, he came and sat down at the table with me and we got to talking. He told me he had been a property manager for a big apartment company and had been a bad workaholic, so his marriage completely fell apart and his ex-wife took the kids and left. Shortly after that, he was cut loose from his job with no warning. Part of his pay was housing, so suddenly he had 24 hours to get his stuff out and he had nowhere to go. He didn't find a job right away, so he lost the storage shed that had all his stuff in it and he was hard up. I felt bad for him because he seemed pretty upright."
"Wow, that would be rough."
"That's what I thought too. But one thing you learn quickly about the homeless is that there is always a story. I've heard many of them, from the plausible to the space aliens. Coop's seemed believable, and I really did need someone to oversee the campground, so that's why I actually asked around about him and verified his tale was true. I went back again the next week, and happily he was there, so I offered him the job and the rest is history."
"How long ago was that?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe ten years or so."
John suddenly laughed as if to himself.
"What?"
"I guarantee he never figured he would be here doing what he's doing and loving every minute of it ten years later."
"I'm happy for him, but what's so remarkable about that?"
John glanced at him with that gleam of mischief in his eye again.
"I bet you'd never guess!"