The Man with the Jeep

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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 14

"You say I'll never guess, but it sounds like you want me to..."

"Well, of course!" John laughed. "Gotta keep that big brain of yours active somehow!"

"Fine," Andrew harumphed. "Well, it can't just be managing the camp if he had managed properties before."

"Correct."

"Being able to earn a living outside of the crunch of corporate America?"

"That is a big part of it, yes," John confirmed.

"Is it the restaurant part that stands out to him?"

"Good guess, but no, that didn't turn out to be a big deal to himÑexcept never having to worry about food or cooking again, of course."

"Lucky bastard," Andrew laughed. "Hmmm..."

With all the easy logical conclusions addressed, Andrew mulled it over for a while to see what more he could extrapolate.

He ran through payroll deductions and tax withholdings no longer taken out of his paychecks.

"Nope, that's not it," John told him.

Same response for living out of town. Not carrying his family financially was also a big deal, but not what John was referring to.

"His ex-wife had a fine job of her own and wanted nothing to do with him whatsoever, so she refused to give him a forwarding address or anything so he couldn't send her money if he wanted to. He still sets aside every cent he makes for his kids in case they need help from him at some point in the future, but he hasn't seen them yet."

"Brutal!" breathed Andrew. "How old were they?"

"Let's see," John said thoughtfully. "I want to say they were between eight and four, but I could be off by a little bit. I do know there are three of them: two boys with a girl between them."

"Gotcha."

Andrew couldn't think what else could be so profoundly different for Coop.

He did, however, recognize that John was in the habit of giving him puzzles to solve that he may or may not have all the pieces of. He was still mystified what the key could be for and now he was supposed to guess Coop's big breakthrough to happiness? Sure, no problem...

He replayed the conversation with Coop in his head. He hadn't recognized John at first because of his short hair, but that was more about John than Coop, so that couldn't be it.

John hadn't let him know he was coming, so maybe he was reveling in being the big kahuna of the camp with underlings and such. That could possibly be why he didn't want to work for anyone else anymore.

He suddenly remembered Coop mentioning someone named Duncan who had apparently been aware that John and he were there, but he couldn't remember seeing anyone.

"So... Who is Duncan?" he asked John.

"Duncan is what I would call a regular: he comes and stays at our camp pretty often. He likes to come up here and get out of town as much as possible. He enjoys getting out into nature and taking pictures of all the wildlife."

"Well, there is a lot of that around here," Andrew noted.

"Yes," laughed John. "Yes, there is!"

"I haven't seen anyone though. How did he know we were here?"

John thought quickly. He knew he was going to have to come clean soon about green-eyed Duncan stumbling into them at the clearing, but he didn't want to spook his new boyfriend into leaving before they'd even spent the night. He just wasn't sure how conservative-minded Andrew would react to the news that they had been watchedÑ-let alone photographed! "Maybe he heard us driving in. This old girl isn't exactly a stealth machine, you know."

"Yeah, I suppose that makes sense."

John was actually disappointed that Andrew let it drop because keeping secrets always ate at John. He had held back telling Andrew more about this place and the people who were part of it for a few reasons. Yes, he had wanted to plant a seed of anticipation and mystery in Andrew, but he didn't want to start this relationship on the wrong foot with lies. John knew that was the quickest way to guarantee a failed relationship. Maybe he had been premature to ask for official boyfriend status, but he didn't want to lose Andrew. Of course, holding things back only sets the stage for that very thing.

'Tomorrow,' he assured himself. 'Right after breakfast I will tell him about Duncan. Hopefully he will forgive me for not telling him sooner...'

Unaware of the turmoil in John's head, Andrew was still puzzling over Coop, but hadn't gotten any sudden revelation.

John pulled the Jeep into the clearing again a bit before dusk.

"Well, we made it back safely before dark!" John announced as if Andrew wouldn't notice.

"So we did," laughed Andrew. "Now I'm going to grab a shirt-Ñit's starting to get cold out here."

"Good call," John agreed as he followed Andrew down to the alcove. His dangling bits were cold too! He knew he would need to hurry to make dinner before it got dark, but he was sorely tempted to yank down Andrew's shorts and slide his cock inside that warm cavern again. Just thinking about it made his dick jump to half-mast. He managed to hold back, but if Andrew made even the slightest move that way, he would have lost that battle in a heartbeat.

Andrew was too chilled after that bare-chested romp through the woods to be thinking along those lines though. He made a beeline for his duffle and pulled out a t-shirt and promptly added a hoodie once he had put it on.

By the time he had turned around, John had pulled on some dry shorts and was crouched near the fire pit getting ready to light it.

"Anything I can do to help?" Andrew asked him.

"Yeah: could you get the stuff out for dinner?"

"No problem."

While he did that, John lit the tinder and coaxed it into a fire. By the time Andrew had found everything, the flames were burning merrily.

"Thank you," John said. "Dinner isn't anything fancy tonight, just so you don't get your hopes dashed later."

"I know: I was the one who bought the ingredients, if you remember."

"Oh yeah, I forgot," John laughed.

They made a decent little supper of spaghetti and green beans, which they finished cleaning up just as night finally fell.

"Man, it has been a long day!" exclaimed Andrew with a sigh. "I'm beat."

"Me too, actually. Ready to turn in?"

"I feel like I shouldn't. I haven't gone to bed this early since I was eight."

"It's totally up to you. I don't have anything specific planned, and we HAVE been going all day since early this morning," John observed.

"You're right. My body is saying it's already been a long day and it's time to call it."

"No evening shower?"

"I'd say no due to the hike, but I also have to use the outhouse for its main purpose, so I might as well do that too."

"It's not as far as you might think."

"I hope not, because I'm not sure if I can make now that I'm thinking about it!"

John laughed. "Well then, grab your gear and let's get started."

John doused the fire and they both found their toiletries, towels, and a change of clothes and headed up the ramp to the stairs. Night had fallen swiftly over the camp, but the moon and stars provided enough light to see by-Ñbarely.

"How are we going to do this in the dark?" Andrew asked.

"You will see," John chuckled.

They made it to the top without falling off the side and Andrew let out a slow whistle.

"No way!"

"Yes way."

The leading edge of every step was painted with a thin line of phosphorescent paint. Andrew had heard about this stuff, but had never seen it in person-Ñlet alone on a scale like this! The paint didn't generate enough light to illuminate anything, but it made it easy to see where the steps themselves were.

"You seriously have glow-in-the-dark steps out here?"

"Obviously! My mom had to go down to the river to get us once because we stayed out too late, and we were still on the steps when it got dark. She was furious with us, but she learned firsthand how dangerous they could be at night. We had just finished them, so there wasn't a lot of money left in the fund for railings or lights, but then she had the revelation to use glow-in-the-dark paint. She started looking around for it, which wasn't easy. She did eventually find a company that made it and was looking for some way to promote it. She talked them into painting the steps in return for using them for their ad campaign, so it didn't cost us a thing. We have to re-paint it every three years or so to keep it up, but it's a cool feature."

It is, though I'd hate to be the one to have to do it-Ñthere are a lot of stairs here!"

"That's why we do them in sections and cycle those at different times, so it's not so overwhelming. It was her favorite form of punishment for a while. We knew we were in serious trouble when she would tell us to load the paint in the car. The system still works that way, in fact."

"I thought you said your family doesn't use the place anymore."

"Well, not as much as I do, certainly, but they do come up sometimes. Almost everyone has moved away, so it's harder for them."

"But they can't just load the paint up and send the kids out if they aren't here, can they?"

"True. It has to be REALLY bad if they call to tell me the niblings earned a visit to the steps of shame, hahaha. Most of the time, Coop oversees it now."

"Okay, now it makes sense. Sorry I'm so dense."

"You aren't dense! You are one of the sharpest guys I know! I keep telling you stories with holes in them, that's all."

"Holy stories?"

"Yeah, like Swiss cheese tales, you dork. And behold your destination!"

Andrew squinted into the trees to the right and could barely make out the roof of the outhouse.

John led him into the shadowy gloom toward the door of the outhouse and pushed it open.

Andrew walked in and was blinded by the brightness of the ceiling panels. But he had to go, so he stumbled his way to one of the stalls on the right to do his business.

John apparently was of the same mind, because Andrew heard the other door open and close, though he was surprised it sounded so muted considering it was on the other side of the same wall. A few moments later, he heard it open and close again, but it didn't sound as quiet as before. He was so tired that maybe he was just confused. It wouldn't be the first time he imagined hearing things. He heard John`s voice clearly a moment later though.

"I have a bit of a confession to make, Andrew."

A knot instantly formed in his gut. Is this where it falls apart?

"What's up?"

"You had asked earlier how Duncan knew we were up here when you didn't see him."

"Yeah?" he managed to croak out. Where was this going?

"You remember fucking my brains out on the Jeep this morning?"

"Of course I do!" Andrew replied as he cleaned himself up.

"What do you remember after that?"

Andrew flushed the toilet and went to wash his hands.

"I think I fell asleep, didn't I?"

"Yes, you did. For like fifteen minutes."

"Oh man! I'm sorry! I didn't realize it was for so long!"

"Don't worry about it, I was fine. Better than fine, actually," John assured him. "But shortly after you dropped off, I noticed someone was spying on us. That was Duncan."

Andrew's hands froze for a second under the running faucet.

"I should have told you right when you woke up, but I didn't want him to scare you off of our camping trip before we'd even spent the night. I'm sorry."

Andrew took a deep breath. So this Duncan saw them on the Jeep. He had his cock buried in John's ass at that time, didn't he? Wait, what if he was there before they were finished too?

"You're saying he saw me sleeping on top of you?"

"Well, yes. He was behind us, so I'm sure he had a great view of your beautiful cock shoved up my butt."

"How long was he there?"

"I really have no idea besides I didn't notice him on the steps when we came up from the alcove."

"So he could have seen more than just the aftermath."

John took a deep breath. "Yes."

"I see."

Someone might have watched him drill John. Maybe even observed the good rimming he gave him before that. He didn't know this guy. What ifÉ.

No wait: who cares? He didn't know Duncan, so it wasn't like it would turn a relationship awkward or anything. He wasn't exactly thrilled with his own body, but he was kind of proud of what he done with and to John. What kind of a perv would watch strangers going at it in the woods? A perv like Andrew himself, he admitted. He would love to stumble across that scene, and no, he wouldn't leave until it was good and over. The hard part would not be joining in!

John held his breath during the long pause that followed.

"Are you mad?"

While Andrew was doing mental gymnastics trying to decide if he was ok with this, he happened to glance down and see that his cock betrayed him. Apparently, his penis had decided it was super hot to be watched. Yes, it would, he agreed.

"You okay over there?" John asked from the stall.

"I think so," Andrew answered.

A memory was trying to get his attention. What was it about Duncan that John had said? Oh yes: he liked taking pictures of wildlife. That would mean-Ñ

"Did Duncan have his camera with him?"

John braced himself. "Yes, he did."

Andrew looked in the mirror and watched his face go white, then red, then pale again.

"I see."

Pictures. Of him and John. Of him and John possibly having sex. What if Duncan posted them online or something? What if-Ñhe stopped himself short again. He wanted to see those pics in the worst way. Yes, he was in them, but so was John! He would be able to see himself drilling John atop that old red Jeep. How hot would that be? His cock throbbed in response. Haven't you had enough today already? he thought savagely at his dick. Clearly not...

John flushed, came out of his stall, and stood beside Andrew to wash his hands. He looked into Andrew's eyes through the mirror.

"How are you feeling over there?"

"Honestly? Kind of a headrush panic."

John nodded and happened to look down to his plainly tenting shorts.

"But also like I desperately want whatever pics he took of us."

"Yeah?" John looked up into his eyes again with a happy twinkle in his. "You like the thought of pics of us doing dirty deeds?"

"Actually, I like the thought of any pics of you in a compromising situation."

"Oh really?"

"Absolutely," Andrew assured him. "I think even if the pics had me in them, it couldn't detract from how sexy you are."

"Well, I happen to feel the same way about you."

He turned from looking in the reflection to directly into Andrew's eyes.

"I think you are sexy as fuck."

Andrew couldn't help but smile at the praise this hot man gave him.

"In fact..." John trailed off as he grabbed his phone from his pocket. "I want a picture of you right now."

Andrew blushed a bit, which John captured on his phone, much to his delight before swiping a couple times and putting his phone back in his shorts.

"God, you're adorable," John said as he shot a super quick little glimpse to the top corner of the mirror to confirm a tiny red light was on.

John leaned in and planted a firm kiss on Andrew's mouth before he reached one arm around his shoulders and the other around his waist, pulling him close. No sooner did Andrew feel himself melt into the embrace than he felt John lift him completely off the ground.

John swung him sideways and up onto the shallow sink that was barely more than a back-angled shelf. Andrew didn't care as long as the kiss didn't end, and it didn't. John's hands stroked and explored Andrew's body as his tongue dove deep into Andrew's mouth.

John's hands moved up and up, drawing Andrew's arms straight up over his head.

Andrew let himself be mauled and manhandled while he reveled under John's touch. He moaned in his need to be close to this man, sharing everything.

Without missing a beat, John subtly reached into one of his pockets and pulled out an open set of custom silicone cuffs. He stroked up Andrew's arms again and then quietly clipped them around Andrew's wrists. Andrew was so wrapped up in his tongue duel with John, he didn't notice.

John continued to stroke Andrew's arms with one hand while his other reached under the sink and released the strap that had been coiled up there, pulling it through the cuffs and stretching it tight across the sink to clip into the wall directly under the mirror.

Andrew's focus was snapped with that notable click.

"What the--!"

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