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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 31
John's beaming face appeared over Duncan's shoulder and he winked at Andrew.
With their eyes locked together, Andrew felt John's cock slide against his own as he rammed his rod deep into Duncan's double-stuffed hole. As John pulled back, Andrew shoved himself deeper. They traded strokes with each other as Duncan gasped for breath from above.
"You okay up there?" Andrew asked, tearing his eyes from John's to check on Duncan.
Duncan looked down at him with a glazed look in those bright green eyes. They cleared for one instant as he grinned and then he promptly shot a huge load onto Andrew's face and chest. With every rope shot, his ass--incredibly--clenched even tighter, locking both cocks inside him.
It was too much for Andrew, and he started shooting an instant after Duncan, flooding his channel with seed.
The extra lube from Andrew's load and Duncan's squeezing sent John over the edge within two strokes, when his spunk joined Andrew's inside Duncan and then leaked out to pool on Andrew's groin.
John's last cumming thrust knocked Duncan off balance and toppled him right on top of Andrew. Their sweaty chests slid and heaved against each other as they fought to catch their breaths. Duncan grunted into Andrew's neck as John's tool continued to surge and swell in pulses as it expelled the last of its treasure into the warm confines of the rectum it was buried in.
"Oh my god," moaned Duncan. "That was so hot!"
Andrew could only nod. It was too much for words.
Duncan turned his head and gave Andrew a tentative kiss on the cheek before Andrew moved his lips to meet Duncan's. Not nearly as hesitant as Duncan's little peck, but still gentle and soft.
A moment later, Duncan pulled back a little bit so he could look into Andrew's eyes.
"How was that for you? I wanted to sample that pecker of yours when I first saw it wake up yesterday morning," he said with a wink. "So when Master Johnny suggested I come over, there was no way I was going to say no!"
"Wait, this was his idea?"
"Well you didn't think I'd just sneak in here without permission, did you?" Duncan seemed genuinely startled for a moment before he clearly did a double take. "Are you into that? Because I'm not opposed toÑ"
"All right," John interposed with a laugh. "That's enough, you little rascal!"
"Yes, sir," Duncan replied.
Andrew could feel John ease his still half-hard cock out of Duncan. Duncan sighed at the withdrawal.
Andrew wasn't at full mast anymore either, but that didn't keep Duncan's resilient ass from resuming its warm gripping clutch around it.
John came around the side of the bed, and Duncan leaned over sideways to take John's tool into his mouth. He expertly drew it in and sucked on it before gently backing off it, using his tongue to make sure it was absolutely clean.
When finished, he sat back up and licked his lips.
"I can taste you both, and I love it," Duncan declared. "You two taste good together."
"I'm glad you approve," chuckled John.
"I do!" Duncan said as he leaned down for another kiss with Andrew.
"You're good at that too," Duncan said wistfully after the kiss had ended. He turned to John. "I see why you've kept him to yourself!"
"Do you?" John replied with a humorous quirk to his eyebrow.
"Definitely. I wish I could stay longer, but I need to be somewhere soon." He sighed.
"Need a shower before you leave?" Andrew offered.
"Oh, no; I'm good. But I can't leave you dirty."
He leaned back down and proceeded to lick and kiss Andrew's face and neck until there was no trace of cum splatter. Then he sensuously stroked Andrew's body, collecting every bit of the cum just starting to dry. He gathered it into his hands and smeared his own chest with it before returning to Andrew's body to find more. He eased himself off Andrew's cock to get in a better position to claim the puddle at Andrew's groin and slathered himself up with that as well.
"Okay, I don't see any more, but I'm not quite finished."
He scooted down to the very foot of the bed and then took Andrew's dick in his mouth just as he had John's earlier. After he had diligently cleaned it with his mouth (and brought Andrew back to a solid state), he looked up at John, who gave him an almost imperceptible nod.
"My work is done here then, but if you need anything more, just holler," he said with another wink to Andrew.
He quickly pulled on his shorts, threw his arms into his unbuttoned shirt sleeves, slid his feet into his sandals, and took the few steps to the door of the lift. He turned again as he drew the door open.
"Thanks again; that was fun!" he said with a cheery smile as he absentmindedly stroked his dried-cum-covered chest. He hopped in and was gone.
John had been holding Andrew's hand ever since he had walked up, and now pulled it up to his lips and tenderly kissed it before looking into Andrew's eyes.
"How are you really? Were you okay with that?"
"Yeah," Andrew said. "I'm kind of surprised about that too. I didn't think I would be."
"I know I took a risk by not telling you ahead of time, but I was sure you'd enjoy it and to be honest, I was afraid that if I'd asked, you'd have said no."
"I probably would have," Andrew answered honestly. "I'm kind of glad you didn't ask me, but I hope this doesn't start a precedent..."
"I hear you. I really do. If you remember though, I did sound you out to make sure it wasn't more than you could handle."
"I suppose you did," Andrew admitted.
"I really don't want to make you uncomfortable. Maybe explore your boundaries a little bit, but let me know if I ever go too far. I really do love you and I don't want to jeopardize that in any way."
"Fair enough."
John's other hand found its way to Andrew's boner and gently stroked the velvety steel.
"You really are always horned up, aren't you?"
"Maybe..." Andrew said with a blush.
"I love that about you! What did you think of Duncan? Did you like playing with him better or less so than you thought?"
"He's as hot as I'd imaginedÑand maybe more fun."
"He's always good at fun, I assure you. In fact, sometimes I have to reign him in because he will get carried away and get stupid."
"What? Duncan?" Andrew asked in mock surprise. "He seems so serious and stable though!"
"He's the surfer's poster boy." John laughed. "He really is as laid back as he seems."
"Sometimes I wish I was like that," Andrew said. "I take way too much too seriously."
"Maybe a tiny bit," John admitted. "I'm convinced you just need to learn how to relax, that's all. But you wouldn't be you if you were all loosey-goosey all the time. You wouldn't be passionate about the things you care about. And that's what I love most of all: you really care about thingsÑlots of thingsÑand it makes you a better person than most people."
"Oh, come onÑ"
"No, I mean it! Do you know how hard it is to find people who care enough about their job just to do the basics? Everyone seems intent on cutting corners, or drama, or self-promotion, or greed, or who-knows-what and they are completely distracted from what they are supposed to be doing. Now most folks just want to be paid for their time rather than their effort. You, my friend, are nothing like that. I would make up a position just to hire you if I could."
"Really?"
"Absolutely!"
"Any organization is only as good as the people working there."
John paused a moment, took a deep breath, and smiled.
"Well, I don't know how we ended up talking about that," he laughed. "I wanted to see if you had a good time with Duncan."
"I did."
"Good! Now what shall we do next?"
"I'm actually kind of tired."
"I hear ya. How about a nice hot shower and some shut-eye?"
"Sounds perfect."
"You can shower first if you want," John offered.
"All by myself?"
"Yeah, like a big boy," John joked.
"I don't know about that," Andrew said pretend-doubtfully. "What if I slip or drown?"
"Well, I will be there in just a sec and I will take good care of you."
"Promise?"
"Always!" John affirmed with a grin. "Cross my heart and hope to die!"
Andrew went to start the shower while John texted housekeeping for a quick linen swap on the bed.
John made it into the bathroom and closed the door just as the water had warmed and Andrew stepped under the spray. John hopped right in behind him and wrapped his arms around Andrew.
"See? I'm not going to let you go!"
"Mmm," was Andrew's response as he leaned back into the strong man holding him.
They stood like that for a while, just enjoying the closeness and the warm water cascading down their bodies.
"Well, we aren't ever going to finish if we just stand here, I suppose," said John as he reached for the soap.
He lathered it up in his hands and began to soap Andrew down, giving him something of a rub down as he went. He ignored the ever-present hard-on and settled on just washing this time. When he was finished with the soap, he thoroughly rinsed it all off before reaching for the shampoo to lather and massage into his lover's scalp. When he was finished, he gave Andrew's butt a swat and they swapped places so Andrew could return the favor.
Andrew once again thrilled with the feel of the hair and muscle under his hands as he moved so different from his own and wished again he wasn't so skinny. He was getting used to being completely hairless now, though it was time to repeat that procedure if he wanted to keep it that way. If...
Through the entire experience, they didn't speak. They didn't need to.
Once Andrew was finished and they were both clean, they shut off the water and lovingly dried each other off. When they returned to the bedroom, the bed had been remade and the apartment had been straightened.
John noticed the confusion on his face and chuckled.
"I had housekeeping come while we were showering so we could sleep in clean sheets."
"Oh! Nice!"
Andrew quickly slid under the covers, once again savoring the feel of the soft sheets, the weight of the comforter, and the fluffy pillows. John joined him a moment later and they wrapped their arms around each other in a tight embrace.
"Thank you for another wonderful day," Andrew murmured.
"It was my pleasure, sexy," John replied.
Andrew turned himself around to happily spoon into John.
I could stay here forever, Andrew thought to himself, not for the first time. In this moment, all was right with the world. With John's strong body wrapped around him and his warm breath on his neck, he drifted off to sleep.
Andrew awoke with a start, totally alert. He had no idea what time it was, but it was still dark outside. He groaned inwardly: he hated waking like this in the middle of the night because it always took forever to get back to sleep. Normally, he'd just get up and putter around doing whatever didn't take much mental energy, but he was in a vacation cabin, so there really wasn't anything to do. Besides, John still had his arms around him, so Andrew was quite satisfied staying where he was. He pondered the man behind him.
John was so understanding it was almost scary. It was like he could somehow read Andrew's mind and knew things about him he didn't even know about himself. How was that possible?
Like with Duncan. Andrew would never have let himself even think of the possibility of playing with him now that he had a boyfriend, let alone setting up a rendezvous like they just had. And yet John had done it and somehow Andrew wasn't even fazed by it. Surprised, definitely, but not put off like he thought he would be.
Meanwhile, John seemed completely at ease with all that. Suddenly that made Andrew just a little nervous. Would he expect that of Andrew? A one-off fling with Duncan was one thing, but Andrew didn't see himself making this sort of thing a regular occurrence. What if John wanted that to be the norm? Could he handle that kind of lifestyle?
So far, John hadn't required that of him, so that was comforting at least. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that John had been pushing him to stretch his comfort zones all along. He had already done so much more than he thought he would that it kind of made him wonder what John might have up his sleeve for him next. Was he going to push too far? Andrew was not about to be anyone's puppet, that was for sure! Not even John's. He could and would push back if he needed to. He felt the stirrings of steeling himself for future action.
He thought about that for a bit more before he realized that in almost every case, John asked questions beforehand that kind of set the stage for what was coming. Maybe he was overreacting after all. After all, John had never pushed beyond Andrews's limits. And he had to admit that he had enjoyed every moment of it. Maybe it wasn't so bad to be pushed. And John had been very considerate of him at every step. It was like he knew from experience when to press and when not to.
Experience. Andrew never thought of himself as the most well-versed lover when it came to sex, but John seemed like a bottomless (ha!) source of new discoveries. How did he come to know so much? How many guysÑor even girlsÑhad he slept with to get where he was? Andrew realized he knew very little about that.
They didn't really talk about the past too much besides family things. Maybe he should just ask him. If John's track record up to now was anything to go by, he probably wouldn't mind talking about it. Andrew may have to stand firm and not let John get away with couching it as a puzzle and making him figure it out on his own, but he was still confident he could get John to open up a bit more. But what if John had been with a lot of people like Andrew was starting to suspect? He wasn't really worried about John cheating on him or leaving him (mostly because he just assumed from past experience that it was just a matter of time anyway), but if John had been with a lot of guys, how would Andrew compare? He wasn't beefy or muscular, that was for sure. Nor was he a cute little twink anymore. He wasn't notably hairy or even scruffy really, and his current smoothness was a kind of affectation rather than his natural state. He seemed to land squarely in the middle somewhere. He didn't think his dick was anything special either. He'd never be a porn star, but he liked to think it was at least average. The only thing he was really pleased about himself physically was that he landed pretty close to the six-foot mark in height: not too short and not too tall. He would never stand out in a crowd on that basis though.
What John saw in him still seemed a complete mystery to Andrew, though John's repeated praises of his humor, perspective, and personality were slowly starting to seep into his awareness. The classic quip about "having a great personality" did nothing to assuage his insecurities.
John, on the other hand, seemed about perfect. Too perfect. Andrew was sure the other shoe would drop before too long and he'd see his dark side. Then would come the self-recriminations of how Andrew could possibly have missed the signs along the way.
He sighed inwardly. This ruminating was getting him nowhere fast and he was starting to slide into a negative space he didn't want to be.
With great effort, he pushed that train of thought off its tracks and focused on remembering the fun they had just had with Duncan. And it was a lot of fun, there was no denying that!
How had they pulled that off, anyway? Duncan must have arrived while he was in the shower. Or maybe even beforehand. But how had Andrew not caught on? He glanced at the mirror mounted to the sliding barn door of the bathroom and saw that the bed had plenty of space underneath for Duncan to hide himself behind the dust ruffle. Sneaky! There was no way for Andrew have seen him, so that made him feel better.
He was starting to feel like he was not as astutely aware of his surroundings (or his conversations with John either, for that matter) as he liked to think. Even Sherlock Holmes could have missed the setup with Duncan. He had long made a habit of emulating his childhood hero's observation skills. It was reassuring that he wasn't suddenly clueless.
But he also had to admit to himself that it was such a turn-on to discover the hot ginger was riding his cock. And the fact that John was enjoying it exactly the same way...
Well, Andrew could feel his cock throb and knew it was probably leaking pre-cum as he reminisced. He gently took the arm John had draped over him and moved his hand so it was on his pulsing hard-on. Even without any stroking, it felt so much better that way.
Judging from his deep breathing, John was still dead asleep, but his hand seemed to have a mind of its own and wrapped itself around Andrew's dick in a perfect grip. Andrew gently moved his hips just a bit to hump John's fist to enjoy the feelings. He didn't want to cum in the clean sheets, but that didn't mean he couldn't edge a bit.
At some point, Andrew's focus shifted and he slid back into sleep.
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