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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 27
Andrew violently suppressed his panic at the unfamiliar motions and the knowledge that every slow second lifted him further from terra firma. He remembered the old adage of not looking down and instead focused his attention upward at the cabin to which they were headed.
It was impossibly bigger than he thought it should be at this height, but upon further inspection, he realized that all four corners were securely anchored to extremely wide trees. In fact, it appeared that the trees literally grew around the corners and gave it the impression of being held up by four large hands.
The elevator slid itself up into a small alcove at one corner. Once it gently bumped to a stop, John turned the handle of the door they faced and swung it into the cabin before sliding back the accordion gate of the cage and gesturing for Andrew to step out.
Not even pausing to take a calming breath, Andrew stepped over the threshold and into the fantastical treehouse. It was pretty much one large room with what appeared to be a couple large closets to the right of the elevator shaft forming the rest of the wall.
The structure and all the furniture inside looked to be raw bamboo logs and reeds lashed together, but there were also lots of gauzy curtains, plump pillows, and cozy looking blankets all in a clean white.
The bed, with its oversized head- and footboards, was set against the wall to the right, while a few steps in front of the elevator, a couch faced the foot of the bed. Beyond the couch was a small table with four small chairs around it. The opposite corner contained a kitchenette with a small fridge, a two-burner stove, and a sink. The lack of counter space was offset with a butcher block-topped island Andrew later found was on casters for moving around.
This place had much more of a resort feel than a random motel room, that was for certain. If all those other cabins were of this caliber, it was no wonder that John didn't have any trouble keeping his business going.
"So, what do you think?" John asked. "Does it pass muster?"
"Definitely!" exclaimed Andrew. "I didn't expect this at all!"
"Really? What were you expecting?"
"Well, okay, I had no idea, but I'm still impressed."
"That works for me!" John laughed. "Can you guess what our inspiration was for this one?"
"I get Swiss Family Robinson jungle vibes..."
"Nailed it one!" crowed John. "My dad loved that movie, and after seeing the treehouse at Disneyland, he was inspired to build this. Luckily, the dŽcor has changed a bit since he first built it though. There used to be a lot of orange and avocado polyester. Even when I was a kid I hated it, but I had no say until I took over running things. This was the first thing I updated."
"Well done!" said Andrew. "I love it. It feels so high end!"
John beamed back at him. "Then kick off your shoes and stay a while!"
He did, and then eyed the comforter on the bed. So white. So fluffy. He pinched a little bit of the fabric between his fingers, and it was every bit as soft as it looked. It was just so...
Suddenly, he whirled around and launched himself backward onto the bed as if he was going to make a snow angel, and it was as if he landed on a cloud. He closed his eyes and sighed in pleasure. This was living!
He saw a flash of movement just as he started to open his eyes, but it wasn't enough for him to react before John had pounced right on top of him, landing on his hands and knees with his smiling face mere inches above Andrew's.
"I couldn't let you have ALL the fun," he joked. "I wanted in," he added with a wink.
Then he leaned down and planted a deep kiss on Andrew that left him breathless. John slid his mouth sideways until he was tenderly kissing Andrew's neck just where it met his jawline.
Andrew groaned in response as John went at his neck. Not too hard, but not in the least way trepidatious either. It was perfectly tender and insistent, and Andrew lost himself to the feeling.
"Oh, JohnÉ" he breathed.
John paid him no mind and just kept going. And going. And going.
It was all so romantic that Andrew let him take the lead. His fingers ran through John's thick hair as he nibbled and licked and kissed at his neck.
John's ministrations eventually made that spot on his neck ultra-sensitive and ticklish while the rest of him started writhing with desire for attention.
It wasn't until Andrew finally pushed him away, gasping in lovely agony that John finally relented.
He looked into Andrew's eyes with a grin. "Can't handle it, huh?"
"Not all in the same spot."
"Hmmm..." John said thoughtfully. "I have a solution for that."
And he was instantly working the exact same spot on the other side of Andrew's neck with the same diligence.
"Oh God," Andrew groaned.
John must have groaned too, because his mouth seemed to buzz on the now-sensitive second spot.
Andrew yipped at the sensation and eventually once again pushed John away.
"Please, no more of that," he gasped. "Not in that spot."
John nodded and with one hand, drew Andrew's face up for a deep kiss. He adjusted himself to balance on his other elbow while they explored each other's mouths with their tongues.
Before long, though, he gently let Andrew's head back down to the bed. Andrew could feel John's thick forearms clasped behind his back, but it didn't hurt at all because the bed was just so soft. John moved downward and Andrew soon realized he could no longer move his arms, though he didn't really care to, either.
John had stopped at Andrew's nipples and licked them gently one by one. The licking gave way to kissing that got more and more intense until Andrew was squirming again. That led to an occasional nip here and there, extracting little yelps from Andrew. Then John started to pinch each nipple between his teeth and lick and tease it with his tongue.
He kept at this for quite some time and Andrew was loving it despite the steadily increasing sensitivity. His nipples were starting to feel just a little sore and he started to jerk whenever John left one for the other. He wanted to push John away again, but John still had his arms pinned at his sides.
John seemed to sense that, but he didn't stop. Somehow, he knew just how far he could go before Andrew was about to yell at him to stop, and then he would switch sides again. Andrew started panting at the over-stimulation and grunting in frustration.
His cock made it quite clear just how much he was enjoying it, though. Andrew knew John could feel how hard he was as his cock pressed into John's stomach, no doubt making his shorts damp and rough as it tried to break through his zipper from sheer force of will.
And still the nipple onslaught continued.
Andrew was thrashing his head back and forth and whimpering as John worked until finally Andrew roared. "STOP! Oh God, stop! I can't take it anymore!"
In a flash, John whipped his arms out from under Andrew to grab the waistband of his shorts and yank them down, not bothering with the belt, the snap, or the zipper.
Andrew could feel his hips get scraped a little at the motion, but forgot about it almost instantly as John's hot mouth engulfed his throbbing cock in one quick swallow.
"Ah!" yelled Andrew involuntarily as the exquisite pain and torture had suddenly been replaced with the absolute pleasure of John's exceptional blowjob skills.
His cock hadn't stopped throbbing and pulsing from the previous excitement, so Andrew knew he wasn't going to last long, and he didn't. In about ten seconds, he started gushing what had to be gallons of cum down John's throat. He startled himself at how he continued to shoot and shoot and shoot his load.
Somehow John took it all and continued to nurse on it for any last drops. Having just cum, Andrew `s cock was super sensitive, but that didn't stop John. Andrew was gasping and couldn't even cry out for him to stop as his cock begged for mercy when the strangest thing happened: he got hard again. What?!?
There was no denying that even as Andrew was pounding on John's head to get him to stop, he was getting hard again.
John grabbed his hands and kept suckingÑhardÑon his reawakened fuck stick. Andrew's mind was swirling in overdrive trying to process the sensations and figure out what was happening at the same time. He had lost his mooring, and was just awash in incredible waves of exciting chaos.
John never stopped, just ramping up his efforts as Andrew's cock responded.
As Andrew floundered with his sanity, he felt like his entire being was surging into his cock, making it swell and bloat until it threatened to explode.
And then it did.
He shot again as if he hadn't cum at all the first time, pouring another load into the talented mouth of this amazing man who had taken him on this incomprehensible sexual ride.
John licked the last drop from the tip of Andrew's cock and finally released it.
"How was that?" he asked proudly as he looked up into the face of the man he loved more than any other.
But Andrew had passed out.
What do you think happens next? :)
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