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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 26
Andrew was hard and breathless as John told his tale, but he suddenly gasped and opened his eyes wide.
"No!" breathed Andrew.
"Oh yeah," John laughed.
"Did you forget to lock the door or something?"
"No way! I was so nervous, I locked it up tight and triple checked it!"
"But then howÑ?"
"The security guard! He had seen my `dad' leave and a few minutes later remembered that I came in with him. The other guy was long gone, but the guard knew he'd been had and I was still inside somewhere, so he went to his office and reviewed the security camera footage. He saw which booth I went into and then unlocked it to drag me out."
"Were you scared?"
"I was a skinny seventeen-year-old kid and this burly bear of a man just caught me naked with cum running out of my underage hole after bluffing my way inside! Hell yeah, I was scared!"
John paused and looked at Andrew.
"You swear you will keep all this to yourself?"
"Of course!" Andrew assured him. "I already promised, didn't I?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to be sure."
"I would never betray your confidence, John," Andrew said vehemently.
"Okay."
He paused a moment before he went back to his story, like he was screwing up his courage.
"He grabbed me by the arm with a grip of steel and almost literally dragged my naked ass out of the booth and all the way down the hall and into this little office at the end and threw me down onto a hard wooden chair.
"I started to say I needed my clothes, but the look on his face told me I'd better shut up, so I did.
"He just sat there glaring at me for a while before he finally spoke. Then he leaned forward and said `You talk yourself into my store with some cockamamie story, immediately sneak into a booth to get naked, jack off, and who knows what else, and now you want your clothes back on all of a sudden? I could lose my job for letting you in here and you think you can start making demands on me? I don't think so, you little punk!'
"Then he asked for my name. There was no way I was going to tell him that, so after he got tired of grilling me, he decided to go get my clothes after all so he could look through my wallet.
"He zip-tied my wrists together around the leg of his solid oak desk so I wouldn't run away, and went back down the hall to get my stuff from the booth at the other end. The bastard left the door open so he could keep an eye on me, which meant that four other people saw my pathetic self sitting there naked as a jaybird huddled around the leg of his desk. I felt totally humiliated, but Mr. Fletcher (that's the school librarian) must have already left, so at least he didn't see me there!
"The guard was back in a few minutes with all my clothes in a wad under one arm and the other triumphantly holding up my wallet with a smirk on his face.
"`So you don't want to talk, huh?' he gloated at me. "It looks like you don't need to. I've got everything I need right here!"
"He kicked the door shut and then dumped my stuff on the floor so he could open my wallet, but then he realized the only card in there was a fake ID. It turned out I would never have gotten in with it anyway, because he instantly knew it wasn't real.
"That's when he got really mad. Think you got this all figured out, don't you, boy?' He growled at me. You don't know nothin! I'm half a mind to take it out of your hide, you little shit!'
"I was really getting scared now, but I still wasn't going to give in. I didn't want this on my record for the rest of my life.
"Then he started going on about calling the police and I'd be stuck getting raped in a jail cell until I finally came clean with who I am. By this time, I'd decided even if I did end up in jail, there was no way I would ever give this prick my real name.
"He kept blustering around with threats and intimidation trying to break me, but from somewhere deep inside I was determined to weather the storm, and didn't cave. He must have realized that he was fighting a losing battle, because after another bout of almost literally getting into my face, he stood up and kicked the chair out from under me in frustration.
"I fell hard on my side and wrenched my shoulder, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of any reaction at all. Then I noticed him looking at my legs and remembered that I still had dried cum trails down my legs. That was when he got this look in his eye and I knew where this was going to go.
"Sure enough, he grabbed me by the waist and lifted my butt up off the floor so I was kind of standing on my own feet, though my hands were still bound down around the leg of the desk. I was going to give him some good kicks, but then realized that there was no way I would win that battle without my hands free. While that went through my mind, he had spread my legs so wide I thought I was going to split in half and he stood between them so I couldn't have done anything if I wanted to.
"That was when I could feel his finger tracing a cum line up my leg.
"He did this little throaty growl thing before he told me that he could see I had indeed done more than just jack off. He asked if I took care of my `daddy,' and then answered himself saying he could see Daddy had had to discipline me.
"My thoughts and emotions were whirling in chaos: I was scared, but at the same time, this was kind of a turn-on. He was an absolute jerk, obviously, but he actually looked pretty hot. I could tell his mass was muscle and not fat. He wasn't toned by any means, but super beefy. The whole thing was kind of overwhelming.
"Then he stuck a finger up my hole and swirled it around in a circle like he was inspecting the walls of my chute. He pulled his finger out and sniffed it and determined it was clean but for the massive load that Mr. Fletcher had left in there not long before. Then he put two fingers inside me and swirled them both around for a moment before pulling them out.
"I heard his zipper going down and looked between my legs to see his pants fall to the floor and him kick them away. He spit on his hand and must have polished his knob with it, though I couldn't see it. He must have been hard enough that it stuck straight out in front of him.
"Then he told me in an intensely quiet voice that if I had come for cock, I was going to get more than I bargained for and then he took a little step forward and I felt the tip of his dick against my back door. Without any warning, he just shoved the whole thing inside me.
"Luckily, Mr. Fletcher had left me well-lubed, because that would have hurt like hell. I think I grunted in surprise, because then the jerk of a guard said `Yeah, kid, you never had such a big one down that cherry ass of yours before, have you?'
"He kept talking about how he was going to rip me a new one with his horse cock, but I kept quiet. The more he talked trash, the funnier it got, because he really wasn't that big. Both of the other cocks I took care of earlier were noticeably larger than thisÑespecially Mr. Fletcher'sÑthough it wasn't like he was tiny. I couldn't help myself and started chuckling at his bravado.
"I lucked out that he misinterpreted my shaking for crying or something, because then he started ranting about Let this be a lesson...' and Bet yer wishin you hadn't got on my bad side' sort of stuff.
"I finally got over my laughing fit and realized that even though he wasn't huge, he had a curve that was doing nice things to my prostate. I couldn't believe it: here I was with my hands on the ground, my ass in the air, my head hanging down, a prick of a bear drilling me, and my cock was getting hard right before my eyes.
"In fact, from where I was, I have to admit it was a hot sight watching my own cock bob up and down as he plowed me from above. I was so tired by then that everything started getting a bit hazy. I was kind of mesmerized by the rhythm of it all, but that was the last thing I remember about it."
"Really?" asked Andrew, "You don't remember what happened next?"
"Not a bit. The next thing I remember, I was in a jail cell at the police station."
"No way!"
"Yeah," John laughed. "How anti-climactic is that? I think I might have passed out since I was practically upside down for most of it. I assume he shot his load in me and called the police, but that's just a guess.
"The police were under the impression that the guard happened to notice me passed out naked from his post by the door. They never said anything about trespassing or my fake ID, so all I can figure is that the guard hauled me out there after I passed out. I was dressed by the time I woke up, and they just asked me if I had someone I could call to come pick me up. I called Althea, because I didn't want my parents to jump to the conclusion that I deserved to be there."
"That is some adventure!"
"It was crazy, but I still managed to keep it to myself until now. It feels good to share it with someoneÑsomeone that I trust!"
"Thank you for trusting me."
"Thank you for listening! And what do you know? We're already here! Perfect timing!" said John as he turned off the highway and onto the smaller paved drive next to the Three Jacks sign.
"We'll just hop inside the office and check in."
"I don't know about that," Andrew said sheepishly as he gestured to his tented shorts. "I might need a minute."
"I don't see any problem there," John said with that familiar gleam in his eye. "If it makes you more comfortable, you are welcome to, um, calm down while I check us in."
He pulled up to the office and turned off the engine.
"Thanks, you are ever so kind," Andrew said drolly.
"I live to serve, my liege!"
"Oh brother..."
"Still not, and still happy about that!" John quipped as he hopped out of the car with a big grin on his face. "I'll be right back."
Andrew watched John go into the office and tried to will his excited cock to soften, but John's bygone escapades were still fresh in his mind, and the thing refused to cooperate.
While he sat there wrestling with himself, a new lifted Jeep in a deep blue without its doors pulled up and parked next to John's BMW.
The driver was a guy with spiky red hair and a beard that wasn't too long but not neat and trimmed either. He looked like the poster model for Ocean Pacific with sunglasses, a deep tan, bright green board shorts perfectly matched with a light green short-sleeved shirt, very worn tan sandals, and a woven leather ankle bracelet.
He looked over in Andrew's direction and gave him a bright smile and a little wave before he took his sunglasses off and hooked them to a clip on the windshield.
Andrew casually tried to cover his lap without looking like it while the ginger swung himself down and headed to the office door. He glanced at Andrew again as he pulled the door open and gave him a quick green-eyed wink before he went inside.
Andrew wondered what that was about before it hit him the guy must have seen him sprouting wood. He didn't realize he was blushing furiously, but he was embarrassed that he was noticed by a hot guy like that in public. At least he didn't apparently get all offended by it.
Of course, his cock was all the more excited by it, and he huffed in frustration as it resisted all efforts to go down. It took several more minutes to get it down far enough that he was willing to risk standing up, but John chose that minute to come back out.
"I think you are going to love this one," he announced proudly as he got back in the car.
"Oh yeah?"
"Definitely!" he said confidently.
John eased them out of the parking space and deeper into the woods.
Andrew was soon distracted by looking around the campground after they drove past a sign welcoming them to "Jack in Spades." The first section was all rigged for RV hookups, and the second area was full of decent camping sites with picnic tables, fire pits with cooking grilles, and flat spots for setting up tents. Small restrooms with external utility sinks were sprinkled among them. Once they passed those, there was a section of empty woods before a sign announced they had "found the Jack of Hearts."
The driveway curved to the right and suddenly there was a charming little cottage that looked like it was built for a Snow White movie with a shaggy thatched roof, a chimney, little windows, and brightly painted trim.
"Is that it?" Andrew queried in surprise.
"Nope, that's just the first cabin," John replied, smiling. "Ours is back farther."
The next cabin they passed was white and looked like it was lifted from a Scandinavian catalog with a crisp and clean design incorporating big windows and a dark arching roof.
He next spied what looked like a mini-Swiss chateau that would have been quite at home in the Alps.
"What is this place?" Andrew breathed in surprise.
John grinned as he stole a quick glance at his passenger.
"Remember how we started to cater to drivers who needed a place to sleep?"
"Yeah," replied Andrew as he watched a pagoda-like building slide by.
"Well, anyone can do a traditional motel with a row of identical boxes, but we decided if we wanted customers to come back, it would help if we offered something a little different, so we made every cabin unique."
Andrew spied a traditional Quonset hut with a door painted Army green as John explained.
"Since we were doing the work ourselves, it didn't cost as much extra as you might think. Plus, my grandmother fancied herself a decorator extraordinaire," he chuckled.
The Southwestern-styled adobe Andrew saw next looked positively out of place in its forest setting.
"How many are there?"
"We are up to thirty-two cabins now. We don't build them very often anymore. We don't have any trouble keeping them rented most of the time, but we are running out of ideas to make sure they are all unique."
Andrew beheld an old-looking building with a lot of brick on the ground floor and white plaster divided by heavy wood timber on the upper floor crowned with a very steep gray roof.
"That's a lot if they are all different," Andrew observed.
"Yeah, but maybe you can think of a style we missed," John laughed.
Next was an ultramodern design with glass walls all the way around and a flat roof with long overhangs.
"It doesn't look like you missed anything at all from here," Andrew laughed. "Unless you wanted aÑoh, never mind, there is one now," as he saw the peak of a teepee through the trees.
As they drove, they passed a dome made out of triangles, a tiny stone castle, a three-sided lean-to, one that looked like a little Greek temple, and a pyramid before the road made an abrupt left turn and John pulled off the main road up to a thick cluster of trees.
Through the trunks, he could see the river not much farther from where they stood, but there was no cabin at all as far as Andrew could see. Really? Amid all these fun cabins they were going to string a tarp between some trees?
"This is where we are staying?" Andrew asked. "I thought you said I get a roof over my head this time!" Then he had another thought and started to look for any possible door that could lead to hidden stairs. "Or is it underground?"
"There's an idea, but no, not underground," John said. "Look up!"
Andrew obediently looked up, but all he saw were leaves. In fact, they were so densely packed that he couldn't see any sky between most of them. Especially in the center of the cluster of trees, where it was so dark that it seemed like...
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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