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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 34
Friday was finally here again.
Andrew checked his watch for the seventh time in five minutes, but it still wasn't quite 1:30. He ran down the list of things he had wanted to pack, certain he was forgetting something important. He verified his toothbrush and deodorant were in his bag for the third time before he reluctantly decided that if he hadn't packed whatever it was, he was prepared to do without.
Where was John?
Andrew was ready to go now, and waiting was never his strong suit. And yes, he knew John had an incredible knack for never being early or late, but exactly on time. It was kind of surreal. Nobody was that timely. Everyone he'd ever known--including himselfÑ-was either early or late, but rarely precisely punctual. It was like a badge of honor or something for John. And he earned it many times over.
Andrew usually tried to be early because he hated being late. Besides, he remembered Miss Manners had written that fifteen minutes before to five minutes after the designated time was considered "on time." He was proud of himself for falling in that window most of the time, but John took it to a whole new level.
Andrew could still shave a minute off his wait time by not waiting for John to actually knock. He double checked the zipper on his bag, flung it over his shoulder, and headed out the door. He locked it behind him and walked the little distance to the driveway and leaned on the last porch post, awaiting John's certain imminent arrival.
He checked his watch again. 1:28.
Good, John should come around the corner within the next minute andÑ-
The little blue BMW swept into view and up the driveway. John had his aviator sunglasses on and his scruffy face broke into a bright smile as soon as he saw Andrew.
"Somehow I knew you'd be ready before I got here," he teased.
"Then why didn't you get here sooner?" Andrew teased back.
"Because I told you I'd be here at 1:30, of course!" he retorted.
Andrew tossed his bag into the back seat and made himself comfortable in his seat.
"So what project is it that made me have to get off work early?"
"You remember last weekend when I told you about the first cabin we built out at the camp?" John asked as he backed out of the driveway.
"Sure."
"Well I need to go up and check on it. I have a feeling I need to spruce the place up a bit."
"Ah, so I'm cheap manual labor now!"
"Who said anything about cheap?" John grinned.
Between the scruff, the shades, and the wind riffling through John's hair, Andrew could feel his dick growing in his lap already. You wouldn't know it had only been two days since they'd seen each other last. It was like the rush of a first date every time with John...
Andrew shook himself back to attention.
"So you're paying me now? How much is in it for me?"
"As much as you can handle, I'm sure," John replied with an odd inflection tinting his chuckle.
"What do you mean by that?"
"You'll see," answered John mysteriously. "But I'm afraid I don't have any cash on me."
"You don't say," laughed Andrew. "So it's to be a barter arrangement then."
"I was thinking more of a `trade of services' if that works for you."
"I'm sure it will."
"I thought as much."
Every time they drove out, the trip seemed a little shorter that it did before, and before Andrew knew it, they had passed the Three Jacks and were pulling into the private dirt driveway a little farther on.
John pulled up to the garage and let himself in the side door as he had before. He opened the main door and pulled the old Jeep out before putting the convertible in its place. They grabbed their things out of the car and put them in the Jeep.
"Got everything?" John asked.
"Everything I brought anyway," Andrew grinned ruefully.
"What? Did you leave something at home?"
"I can't put my finger on it, but I feel like I forgot something this time."
"Oh," John said dismissively with a wave. "I do that all the time. If it's all that important, we'll figure it out or just go back for it."
"Yeah, I suppose so."
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it; it's not worth it!"
"You really think I'm pretty?" Andrew asked in his best princess voice.
"Not at all!" John replied emphatically. "That's why I like you!"
"Why you asshole!" Andrew said, throwing a dirt clod at him.
"Well if we're talking about assholes, then I'll have to change my answer completely!" he said with a wink. "You keep that sexy ass parked right there on that seat for me while I lock this up!"
"Dork!"
John bowed before running back inside to lock everything back up.
"Ready to hit the trail again?"
"You bet!"
And with that, John pulled the Jeep around the garage and steered into the old rutted path in the bushes.
Andrew again enjoyed the travel through the trees. It seemed a little less bumpy than the first time, though it couldn't possibly be. Maybe he was just more used to off-road travel now and adapted to the movements better.
They meandered up the slope and through thickets, occasionally turning as the "road" made its way up the side of the mountain. Eventually they passed the unlikely outhouse and kept on going. They soon passed the clearing with the grotto as well, and though the surroundings weren't much different than the earlier section of the trail, Andrew was still excited to know that this was new territory for him. They didn't drive too much farther before John pulled off and parked the Jeep in a small dell tucked under some leafy trees.
They clambered out of the Jeep and started to gather stuff from the back. John buckled a big toolbelt around his waist and hooked a hatchet to it before grabbing his backpack and a water bottle. Andrew grabbed his stuff as well and looked at John.
"Do we need to grab food too?"
"Yeah, but not now. The cabin is really close."
"Okay, lead on!"
John led him back across the trail (which Andrew realized continued on even further up the mountain) and between some big bushes to pop out into a very pretty little glade. Off to one side was a small log cabin. It looked homey and tiny, but over the last few weekends, Andrew had learned that meant nothing when it came to this family's buildings.
John waded through the knee-high grass and onto the roughly-hewn front porch, sweeping his big arms to clear away cobwebs as he went. Andrew followed a couple steps behind and found himself surprised after John lifted the latch and let them in.
Inside, the tiny log cabin was...a tiny log cabin. No contrasting modernity and no secret passageways to anything more than what he saw from the outside. Andrew was surprised at how surprised he was, but once he thought about it, not everything could be incredibly fantastic, could it?
There was a table and some chairs to one side of the door and a handmade bed on the other that was roughly twin-sized, but a little wider.
The back wall of the cabin was dominated by a stone fireplace blackened by years of use to which was affixed a big heavy wooden mantle. In the corner between the fireplace and the table was a little sink with an old-fashioned pump handle to draw water, a small workspace, and a cupboard. On the other side was another cabinet and a few chairs. But centered in front of the hearth was a huge bear skin rug, complete with the head, eyes, and gaping mouth.
"Is that for real?" Andrew asked, pointing at the bear.
"Yeah, it's real. Family legend has it that Great Grandpa Finnegan killed it with his bare hands when it got too close to Grandma Mary. I doubt that, but it's a fun story. And a very real, very big bear."
"It's kind of scary."
"You think so, huh?"
"Maybe I'm just not as woodsy as you are."
"Probably not," John agreed.
"I was expecting something different when we came inside."
"You were, huh? Not surprising, I guess. We do have a knack for the architectural bait-and-switch, don't we?" he laughed. "But this was way before all that. This one they hand-built mostly just to stake claim to the land. They already lived and worked at the inn at the time, but they didn't own it yet and wanted land of their own. So they found this spot and built this cabin to make it all legal and official. They built a nicer house to live in later, but you haven't seen that yet."
"Man, your family is so interesting!" Andrew blurted.
"I think everyone's family is, it's just that most don't learn the stories."
"Makes me want to look into mine."
"You should!" John agreed. "You never know what you might find! In the meantime, let's get this place shaped up."
Andrew looked around again and saw what he had missed in his first impression. There was tons of dirt, dust, and cobwebs everywhere. Yes, there was work to do.
"Any particular way we need to do this?" he asked.
"Nope," replied John. "I tend to start at the top and work my way down, but you can do it however you like."
"That's as good a plan as any."
"I'll get a fire going so we can have hot water and stuff, if you wouldn't mind starting on the cobwebs."
"Sure," agreed Andrew. "Are there any cleaning supplies somewhere?"
"Honestly, we usually just use hot water, but there is a broom and a few cleaning cloths over there by the kitchen counter."
"Kitchen?" Andrew asked with a crooked eyebrow.
"You know what I mean," John answered, rolling his eyes. "There are also some paper towels and things in the Jeep if you need them."
"Thanks, I think I will."
Andrew walked back out to the Jeep and rummaged through the boxes until he found the paper towels and brought them back to the cabin, where he wrapped them around the broom and started sweeping the corners and edges of the room. The ceiling wasn't very high, but why get his hands dirty when he could let the paper towels do it?
When he was finished, the towels were a grateful additive for John's getting the fire started. Andrew decided to draw water to boil next, and struggled with the old pump until he got some grease from the Jeep to get it working again. He filled a pot he found and hooked it on a handy hook over the fire to heat.
By this time, the fire was burning happily away, and John decided on his next task.
"If you're okay here, I noticed the firewood stock is low, so I should probably start building that up. Unless you want to do it and I can work in here."
"Either way; I don't mind working in here. Plus, this is a little more familiar to me than finding wood in the forest."
"How do you keep a straight face when you say things like that?"
"Like what?"
"You mean you weren't cracking jokes?"
"What jokes?"
"You just told me you aren't familiar with finding wood. In the woods."
"Well, I'm not..." affirmed Andrew uncertainly.
"Never mind," John said. "I just love you so much right now."
"Thanks, I love you too!"
It wasn't until five minutes later that Andrew realized his unconscious pun. Or puns, rather. He sighed to himself. If only he could do that on purpose! Then he pushed that thought out of his mind and got to work with the cleaning.
He dusted everything, took all the dirty bedding off the bed and replaced it with clean stuff from the linen closet (he was impressed with how dust-free the insides of the cabinets actually were), and swept the dirt floor as thoroughly as he could.
Having finished with the room itself, he decided he might as well wash the old sheets and blanket that he had replaced. He got another pot of water on to heat up and stepped outside to see if he could find a tub of some sort to use.
There was nothing useful on the front porch and none of the usual piles of old junk laying around that you would expect to find at an old cabin in the woods. At least according to all the portrayals of them he'd ever seen in movies and on TV.
He realized this work was kind of fun. It was like he was play-acting the part of an Old West homesteader out on the frontier, making do with what he had available. It was like MacGuyver except without the fancy science tricks. He also realized that this would be considerably less fun if this was his normal day. So he accepted it for what it was and got back to his search for a tub.
When he scanned the second side of the cabin, he saw a promising form sticking out from behind the cabin. He walked over to it, and sure enough, it was an aluminum trough. He reached down to start clearing away the weeds around it when he was distracted by a noise.
Thwack! Thunk! Thunk! Crack! Thunk! Crack!
He followed the sound back a little way into the woods and realized it was probably John chopping firewood. A bit further toward the source and his thought was confirmed.
There stood John, bringing his axe to bear on the log in front of him. He had taken off his shirt, and the auburn hair of his chest was matted to his chest in sweat. He clearly knew what he was doing, using his entire body in the swing and aiming with confidence. No hesitation or distraction, just chopping the log into equal pieces. Andrew watched the sweat drip down his chest and stomach and spray free from his hair and arms each time the axe hit home. His muscles rippled from the force of the impact of each hit and then drew tight again as John swung the axe behind him and then up and over his head to once again dig into the wood. It was mesmerizing. And sexy.
Andrew was hard almost instantly. As usual. He couldn't tear his eyes from the man at work in front of him. He knew it was silly and had all the earmarks of infatuation, but he just didn't care as he stood there and stared.
John almost reached the end of the log he was working on before he noticed Andrew had joined him. And he didn't miss the bulge in Andrew's pants, either.
His face broke into another of his movie star smiles and Andrew practically melted on the spot.
"Hey there!" John greeted him. "What brings you out this way?"
"I was, um, looking for a, ah, bathÑ-I mean tub to wash in. Sheets! Wash sheets in. I needed a tub to wash sheets in."
"That would be back on the"Ñ-John paused just a little for effect-Ñ"back side of the cabin. But it looks like you might need some help with something else, and I can help you with that right here."
As he spoke, he had walked up to Andrew and was now close enough that Andrew could feel the heat emanating from his body and breathe in his smell. And he did. Which only made him that much harder. Andrew couldn't even respond from within the horny haze he found himself.
John took Andrew's head and drew him close until his face was buried in John's sweaty chest. His other hand stroked Andrew's back. He could feel Andrew breathing in deeply and got nearly as hard as Andrew. He had plans for his tool that night, but that was not going to stop him from relieving Andrew of some pressure.
He stopped stroking Andrew's back, instead moving that hand down to open Andrew's pants. While Andrew was seemingly gasping for breath, John opened the top button, then gently slid down the zipper of Andrew's fly. He moved his hand downward to find that Andrew was too hard for John to fit his hand around it inside the pants. He took his other hand off Andrew's head and slid both hands to Andrew's hips and slowly eased them down. He had to use his thumbs to get them over Andrew's rock hard poker, but he eventually got them down.
Predictably, Andrew's cock was leaking precum as it stuck out like a flagpole. In fact, it was so hard that it angled up instead of straight out as usual. John smiled. Yeah, Andrew needed help with that. Immediately.
He slowly dropped to his knees in front of Andrew, who still hadn't moved a muscle.
John breathed his hot breath all over the head of Andrew's dick. It twitched in response and continued to leak even more precum. John stuck his tongue out and lapped up the delicious clear fluid and when he had gotten all he could, he slid his mouth all the way down Andrew's tool. He began to move his head back and forth at a pace he hoped would be slow enough to draw out the feeling and yet fast enough to make sure no part of Andrew's pole was neglected.
It didn't take long for Andrew to finally emerge from his stupor at that point. He reached down and worked his fingers into John's sweaty hair and guided the tempo and depth of John's face dives. That quickly devolved to holding John's face still and face fucking him with ever-increasingly intensity. Andrew could feel John all over his body: firm legs against his feet, chest hair against the front of his legs, hands holding tightly to his ass, and that warm moist mouth enveloping his cock. It wasn't long before Andrew was a humping blur. He bumped deeply enough for John's forehead sweat to smear on his belly and that triggered his orgasm. He suddenly froze and his personal lava erupted into John's mouth and down his throat.
John had a tight grip on Andrew's ass and didn't let him pull out until he was well and truly finished shooting his load. Once he was sure Andrew was done, he slowly let the hot cock emerge. It was still red and pulsing, but it had nothing left to give. John held onto Andrew for a few more minutes to make sure he wouldn't collapse, and then let him loose.
Andrew helped him back up to his feet, but when he started to fiddle with John's belt, John gently pulled his hands away.
"Not yet," he whispered. "But soon!"
Andrew looked up at him.
"Trust me," John said as he gently brushed Andrew's cheek with his thumb. "It will be worth waiting for. But you, my friend, were about to explode, and we can't have that, now can we?"
"I guess not," Andrew said, finally finding his voice.
"Okay," John said. "Now I'm going to finish up here and you said you were going to wash the sheets?"
"Yeah."
"Good! I have a feeling we are going to need those," John said with a wink. "And one more thing..."
"What's that?"
"You didn't have any trouble at all finding wood in this forest, now did you?"
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