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The Man with the Jeep Chapter 28
The next thing Andrew saw was not John.
Instead, it was a smile with hints of a smirk, messy red hair and brilliant green eyes.
What was he doing here? Where is John?
He looked to the side just in time to see John's face change from intense worry to relief.
"Oh, thank God you're okay!" he exclaimed.
"What...?" Andrew trailed off.
"You had us worried for a little bit there!" the redhead answered.
"Why? What happened?"
"You passed out," John explained. "I didn't think anything of it at first, but then I was going to re-situate you and I couldn't wake you up, so I called for help to check on you."
That was when Andrew realized he wasn't lying naked crosswise on top of the bed anymore. Instead, he was nestled under the covers in the middle of it slightly propped up with pillows from behind with John and the ginger guy sitting on either side of him. He was even wearing a t-shirt. As he looked up, John caught his eye and gave him a little wink.
That man! He cared even about the little things and spared him the embarrassment of being all splayed out for the...doctor? The cute guy with the Jeep was a doctor? He was much too young for that, wasn't he?
He turned to him. "And you are...?"
"Oh! My bad!" John exclaimed. "Andrew, this is Duncan."
Duncan! As in the guy who took pics of him and John on the Jeep? That Duncan? Andrew could feel his face starting to blush as he froze for a moment. He recovered his composure as John continued his introduction:
"Duncan is a certified lifeguard, and they all have to pass pretty intense first aid training. When I didn't know if you were all right, I remembered seeing him in the office when I checked in, so I asked him to come check you out," he saidÑand then added quickly, "To make sure you were okay."
"Well thank you, Duncan, but I think I'm alright." He turned to John. "How long was I out?"
"A little more than an hour."
"Just an hour?"
John nodded.
"I didn't realize I was supposed to be so quick to answer your call!"
"But you're usually such a light sleeper that I got worried when I couldn't rouse you. What if I--did something to you?" John stumbled over his words as he remembered Duncan's presence as he tried to explain himself. "I'd ratherÑ" John caught himself short as he realized from Andrew's grin that he was being teased. "Hardy har har," he said drily.
Andrew just smiled at him.
"So how are you feeling really?" Duncan asked him. "Any headache, dizziness, or fogginess?"
"What? No, just a little groggy is all."
"That's good. Master Johnny, could you get some water for him while I double check a couple things?"
"Of course!" John said, springing up from the bed and bounding for the kitchenette.
Duncan reached into a small pack he had laid out on the bed that was probably a first aid kit.
"Now I'm going to shine a little light in each eye. I want you to just look straight ahead for me."
"I can do that."
"Great," Duncan answered as he held up the small plastic magnifying glass he had grabbed and leaned in closer to Andrew's face. He clicked a button, and a little light came on directly under the window of the device. Andrew obediently looked straight ahead...
...Right into one of Duncan's brilliantly green eyes. Andrew noticed little flecks of yellow and a couple streaks of brown floating in a sea of bright blue. These eyes were fascinating! Were all "green" eyes like this? Blue with yellow? He could see white streaks emanating out from the pupil, but none of the white rings around the outside that he had. Who knew eyes could be so interesting?
"Okay, I need you turn a little bit so I can see the other one now," Duncan directed.
Andrew complied and then was looking into Duncan's other eye. It was similar, of course, but there was one more pronounced brown streak that was practically black, making it look like there was an opening in a stage curtain. He had truly beautiful eyes, that was certain.
And at this range, that wasn't the only thing appealing about Duncan, either. He had a really nice earthy smell to him and he had that rare combination of tanned skin and lustrous ginger hair that went from a dark orange at the base to nearly blonde at the tips. It was clear that it was from being out in the sun and not from a salon somewhere. From the lines on his face, Andrew could see that Duncan smiled a lot, and it was endearing. In fact, it was more than endearing: it was a turn-on.
He would not mind it in the least if theyÑ-no, wait! He had a boyfriend now, and he was not going to mess that up no matter how hot this other man was. Who was practically on top of him in his bed. It seemed the more he tried to banish and control his thoughts, the more appealing Duncan became.
"Okay," Duncan said. "No sign of concussion or any other brain damage, so that's good."
Andrew was relieved for the increased distance as Duncan moved back a little bit. It was like he was magnetic or something.
"Now let me just check your pulse," he said as he placed his fingers just under Andrew's jaw and looked at his watch. While his two top fingers were in the proper place, Duncan's other fingers also lay on his neck with the thumb on the other side. It was not hard to picture them with this placement for something besides just checking his pulse. Something caressing. Or restraining. At least he wasn't looking intoÑ
Abruptly, Duncan looked up from his watch and into Andrew's eyes. This was terrible! He couldn't deny he was turned on by this guy, and John was right there in the same room! His inner voice groaned in defeat as his brain ran off on its own, refusing to be reined in.
Duncan looked back at his watch, counting the pulses of blood coursing through Andrew as Andrew fought off all the thoughts and daydreams inspired by the man leaning over him and holding his neck.
Duncan frowned in consternation until he noticed the twitch under the rising bedspread. He looked up and met Andrew's eyes again. His confusion was instantly replaced with surprise and then his eyes narrowed again as understanding dawned. He knew exactly why Andrew's pulse was increasing instead of calming down. He pulled his hand from Andrew's neck almost bashfully and dropped his watch arm back to the bed.
He turned to John, who had returned with the water. "Well, there's nothing wrong with his brain or his heart: both are working just fine, I can tell you. I'd have him drink that up and maybe some Gatorade if you've got some. It might be wise to keep it an easy and relaxing night, but he'll be fine, I promise you."
John handed the glass of water to Andrew.
"His body is responding as it's supposed to," Duncan continued. "Just follow its lead, and everything will work out fine. I'm going to head out, but give me shout if you need anything else from me," he finished with a smirking wink to Andrew, who nearly choked on his drink.
"Thanks again for coming over, man," John said. "I appreciate it."
"My pleasure," Duncan replied as he got into the lift. "Nice to meet you, Andrew!" He drew the door closed and was gone.
"Are you really okay?" John asked.
"Yeah."
"I noticed you got really turned on by him, too."
"What?"
"You kept looking into those sexy green eyes of his and this quickly gave you away," John said, tapping the tent in Andrew's lap.
Andrew went pale instantly.
"Oh no you don't!" protested John. "Own that shit!"
"What?"
"You don't have to be afraid of getting turned on by a guy," John assured him. "Or even a girl, if that happens. Own it."
"But I have a boyfriend now! It's not fair to you!"
"What are you talking about? Are you planning to leave me for a fling with a random sexy flirt?"
"No!" declared Andrew firmly.
"Then what's wrong with acknowledging that you find someone else attractive?"
"Because... Well..."
"Yes?"
"I don't know, I guess that's just the way I was raised."
"Such a good little boy you are," John said fondly without a trace of condescension or mockery. In fact, it sounded as if he somehow admired it. "You really are sexy as hell, you know that?"
"No, I'm not."
"Yes, you are. And you are no longer allowed to say otherwise in my presence, got it?"
"Yeah," Andrew replied doubtfully.
"I mean it! Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I intend to behold you for the rest of your life, so I have final say and the matter is closed."
"Yes, sir."
"That's more like it! Now, about Duncan: he is a handsome fucker, isn't he?"
"Yeah," Andrew said quietly.
"What? I couldn't hear you."
"Yeah, he is," Andrew said louder.
John looked at him. "It doesn't sound like you own it yet."
"Fine! Duncan is smoking hot!"
"There you go," John grinned. "Feel better?"
"Not really."
"You will, I promise."
John looked at him fondly for a moment and then started to take off his clothes.
"I thought my doctor's orders were to have a restful night," Andrew joked.
"Are you saying I stress you out?" John teased back.
"No."
"Good!" John said as he slid into the bed next to Andrew. "I'd hate to have to fire your doctor in order to sleep with you."
"That would be dreadful," laughed Andrew as he removed his shirt.
"It would indeed," agreed John as he wrapped himself around his bedmate.
Andrew snuggled back happily and remembered just how much he loved being wrapped up in John's arms. One of those arms slid around him and took hold of his cock, which predictably filled out in no time.
"So..." John whispered in his ear.
"Yes?"
"You do think Duncan is hot, don't you?"
"Yeah."
"Do you want to fuck the shit out of his tight ass with this torpedo of yours?"
"Maybe."
"Only maybe?"
"Maybe he's a top, and it would never happen."
"I didn't ask if you were actually planning on it."
Andrew was a little confused.
"I asked what you'd like to do in a perfect world."
"Oh! In that case, yes."
"And what else?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, in this perfect scenario, would you just come in, throw him down face first on the bed and slam your dick as far up his fuck hole as you can get it, flood his ass with your jizz and then leave?"
"No!" exclaimed a horrified Andrew. And when did John start being such a potty mouth?
"What then? What would be the ultimate scene if you could pull it off?"
"You know me better than that. I'd want to take my time, study his crazy eyes until I memorize them, breathe in his scent, make out with him, run my fingers through his hair, feel his scruffy beard on my chin as we kiss, see if he has any tan lines to explore, and then who knows?"
"You mean you don't plan it all out ahead of time?"
"Not usually; I like to play it by ear and use a guy's responses as my guide. I gave up trying to just please myself a long time ago. I get way more out of an encounter when I get the other guy right up to the point where he can't stand it anymore and then keep him there as long as possible. Every guy is different, so it's always a different route to getting there and that keeps things interesting for me. It's all about the exploration and the contact."
"What if the guy wants you to just take over, throw him around, use him, and then leave?"
"In that case, I'd try, but it's not my natural inclination."
"You really are one in a million. That sounds amazing, as I'm sure you can tell."
"Yeah, I feel you," Andrew laughed.
"So remember when we talked a little while ago about possibly playing with a third guy?"
"Yeah."
"You said you might consider that if it was the right guy at the right time, right?"
"Yeah," Andrew said, recognizing where John might be going with this.
"Would Duncan qualify for that?"
"But I thought he was a friend of yours!"
"He is. So what?"
"You'd have sex with your friends?!?"
"Sure, why not? It's fun! Besides, remember all that exploration you were just talking about?"
"Yeah."
"Wouldn't it be fun to build on that with people you trust?"
That was a new thought for Andrew. He had always kept friends in one category and playmates in another. With a sharp dividing line between the two.
"I'd never thought about it."
"Brother, it might be time to expand your horizons."
"I'll try."
"That's all I ever ask. If it's not your thing, we stop doing it. It's really that simple. But if it's fun, why not include friends?"
"When you put it like that, it doesn't sound so bad. But wouldn't it be awkward afterward?"
"Not really. I hope this doesn't shock you too badly, but I've played with friends before and guess what? I'm still friends with all of them! Some of us only played once, and others are shall we say `repeat offenders,' but it's always fun."
"Is Duncan one of those friends you've already played with?"
"Yes, he is."
"Was it one time, or several?"
"I don't kiss and tell, but I don't mind if he tells you if you ask him."
Andrew could hear the laughing challenge in his tone. "So you already know if he's a top or a bottom!"
"Yes I do, but I'm not telling you!"
"Why not?"
"Because you just told me that you like to explore the unknown. I wouldn't dream of depriving you of that now."
"Oh come on, every app profile includes that already!"
"They sure do! And it's a good thing everyone is honest on those too!"
"Okay," laughed Andrew. "Point taken!"
"So would you be game to see if Duncan would be interested in joining us?"
"Yeah," Andrew admitted quietly after a pause.
"I'm sorry did you say something?"
"I said yes."
"Did you? I couldn't hear any ownership there..."
"Oh, for crying out loud! Just invite him already!"
"There we go! I will do that, but can we do without him first?"
Andrew suddenly remembered all that had led up to his blackout. He did indeed owe John! He was pretty sure he knew how to pay him back, too.
He began humping his rear against John's thick monster cock that was already hard behind him. He kept teasing and rubbing until he could feel John's precum leaking as it slid between the cheeks of his ass. Then he adjusted his teasing so John's cockhead brushed the lips of his tight hole, moistening it and massaging it to relax.
John, for his part, nibbled on Andrew's ear and stroked his chest and stomach as he moved his hips back and forth.
Eventually, Andrew felt he was adequately lubed up and willed himself to relax as he pushed himself back onto John's turgid tool. Once again, it took his breath away. Damn, was he thick!
But persistence and patience paid off and John was buried to the hilt in the snug confines of Andrew.
Once Andrew had caught his breath, he rolled over onto his hands and knees without letting John slip out of him and hunched his ass up. John made it to his knees behind him and leaned over his back to share a kiss.
"Are you sure you're ready for this?" he whispered.
Andrew grinned and pushed himself back.
"Heck yes! Drill me!"
John smiled. "Since you asked so nicely."
And he did.
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