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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 43
With an extra tug to pull them taught, John took the ropes in his hands and tied them to a hook on the cliff face.
Andrew was effectively suspended in mid-air face up with his feet spread far apart and his back arched downward toward the ground.
John walked up and dragged is fingertips gently up Andrew's legs until he drew them together at his belly button.
"Well, looky what we have here," he said mischievously. "Somebody's all trussed up with nowhere to go..."
Andrew's cock surged. He flailed his arms a bit to try to get some momentum going and then with an agonizing ab crunch, he was able to bend up enough to grab the rope he was hanging by and hauled himself up into something of a seated position.
John leaned down to give him a kiss, and Andrew, still panting from the exertion of sitting up, pulled himself up further only to have John pull back at the last instant, close enough for Andrew to feel his breath but not to actually touch lips.
"What shall I do with you?" John said, his fingers lightly running down Adam's chest.
"I suddenly have some ideas," Andrew suggested brightly.
"Do you? Well, we will have to see if they are the same, won't we?"
Again, John leaned in as if to give him a kiss, but Andrew had picked up on the teasing mood he was in and reached out to grab John's head so he couldn't fake him out a second time. But John was ready for that and pushed Andrew back before he could make his grab.
Andrew again floundered backwards, eventually making it back up to a sitting position with difficulty. He was breathing hard now.
His brain said he should be mad, but instead he was turned on even more.
"Maybe they aren't the same ideas after all," John mused. "But no matter..."
He tickled Andrew high on both the sides of his ribcage that he remembered made Adam squirm at one point earlier.
Andrew involuntarily flinched with both arms and lost his grip, finding himself arched back and downward for a third time.
"You know," John said mildly as he came around from between Andrew's legs. "While you are down there, maybe you could do me a favor." He walked over to where Andrew was mustering his strength to get back up again and stopped when he was standing over Andrew's face.
Andrew reached above his head to grab onto John's solid furry legs and without being told, opened his mouth wide to receive John's hard cock.
"Thatta boy," grunted John as he slid his pole down Andrew's throat. "I knew you would know what to do."
Andrew had pincer grip on John's butt cheeks now to help him stay level with his lover's rod as it slid in and out of his warm hot mouth. He was getting a little light-headed, so he worked hard to get John to shoot. He was tired of passing out like a pansy while they played, and he was going to make sure that John came well before that happened. But he did his job almost too well.
John's breathing started to pick up until he broke free from Andrew's death grip on his butt.
"Nice try, Mister Andrew, but I have something else in mind for you first."
Andrew groaned in frustration as he struggled to sit up again. So much for Plan A. Or was it Plan B? Who was he kidding; there was no plan. Besides John's...
He barely made it upright again before John was back between his legs. "Mmmm," he said hungrily. "If only you could see how hot you look right now! In fact..." John trailed off as he went to his heap of clothes and fished out his phone.
Andrew sat there panting and trying to catch his breath as John took several pictures from numerous spots.
"Oh yeah," John said to himself. "These will do nicely indeed!"
Andrew heard him but was fighting off dizziness.
John put his phone down and looked at Andrew again, inspecting him like he was artwork. "That hole!" he finally announced. "That's what needs my attention!"
Andrew's cock was visibly pulsing and cried for release, but Andrew didn't dare reach for it to stroke himself off. He wasn't sure he could get up a fourth time if John pushed him back again, so he just clung to the rope with a death grip.
John, meanwhile, had dropped to his knees. Andrew could feel John's fingers pry his crack open even further and then John's tongue slipped itself inside him.
"Mmmm!" groaned Andrew. "Yeah!"
John growled as he continued to work Andrew's ass with his slippery taster, working him open and getting him wet simultaneously.
Andrew was on cloud nine and loved the feel of John working his opening ever looser. His ignored cock was still hard and now leaking a steady stream of pre-cum that dribbled down his side.
John picked up the intensity now. Like a dog slobbering all over a favorite bone, he was licking and spitting on Andrew's love opening until it was dripping with saliva and Andrew was a whimpering mess. "Please, John," Andrew begged. "Put it in me."
"You know what? I think I will!"
John stood up and gripped Andrew's hips to hold him in place, then he slid his big thick dick along Andrew's wet crack. It rubbed against Andrew's button getting coated with juices. When it was all nice and slick, John placed the turgid head against Andrew's pink pucker and slid it in with one long smooth stroke.
"Oh," moaned Andrew as he felt himself getting stuffed.
"YeahÉ" responded John. "You feel so good."
"Oh," repeated Andrew.
John slid his cock slowly in and out of Andrew's hot hole, but Andrew wanted more. He started to hunch his hips as best he could in his buttressed position to speed up the rhythm, but John was having none of it.
"I'm sorry, but you're not in charge this time," John smirked as he took a firmer hold of Andrew's hips to keep him perfectly still.
Andrew gave in and just focused on keeping upright as this handsome man long-dicked him. It wasn't very long before John was moving at a faster pace of his own accord. How could he not? This boy was sexy as hell and his ass had the perfect velvet grip to milk him dry. And so it did.
Before he knew it, John was shoving his cock in as far as it would go, and he started to shoot his load deep inside the young man before him.
Andrew could feel the final surge of girth just as John start to erupt with shot after shot of cum deep inside his ass.
"Yes!" Andrew cried. "Give me that load!"
With one final hard push to get as deep as he could into Andrew, John finished spurting. He held himself buried in Andrew as he reached down and finally took hold of Andrew's leaking red rocket. He knew it wouldn't take much, and after three strokes, he heard Andrew's breath catch. He yanked out his cock in a flashÑwhich made Andrew gaspÑand dove to clamp his mouth around Andrew's cock just as it started shooting. The first volley was so strong that John felt he had been poked in the back of the throat, but he recovered and continued to swallow each burst as it came. The swallowing motion drew even more cum out of Andrew until he was dry cumming. He knew there was nothing left, but his body kept trying to give more.
John didn't let up either. He continued to nurse the cock in his mouth, willing it to keep going as he sucked out every drop.
Finally realizing Andrew was truly and utterly finished, John stood up straight. He took a quick glance at his spent lover and grabbed his phone for a couple more shots.
Andrew didn't care by now. He could hardly move.
Sensing this, John quickly went over to untie the ropes. As he returned to Andrew, he very carefully fed the ropes more and more slack until Andrew could put his feet on the ground again. By this time, he was next to Andrew and could hold him up. He released the rest of the rope and held Andrew as he unbuckled the harness from the last rope. He let Andrew fall against him as it released, and he guided him to a soft spot on the ground.
"Are you okay?" he asked, looking Andrew in the eye.
"I think so," Andrew replied. "I can just barely move though. That was some workout!"
"Yes, it was!" he agreed. "But was it too much?"
"I'll let you know in a little bit," Andrew chuckled. "That was so hot I wouldn't have traded it for anything, but I feel like a cripple now."
John got a very concerned and ashamed look on his face.
"No, don't jump to conclusions. Just let me recuperate for a minute. Wanna go grab that rope from up top? I think the rappelling is over for the day," he laughed.
"Are you sure?" John asked.
"Yes, I'm sure! Read my lips: no more rappelling," he said outlandishly. "Now go get the rope. I'll be fine."
"Okay."
Once the still-naked John had started up the path, Andrew tried to assess himself. His abs were on fire, his hands hurt from gripping the rope so hard, his legs felt like wet noodles, and though his back didn't actually hurt at the moment, he knew it was going to be sore soon. Wonderful. At least he had about caught his breath.
But it was totally worth it. He would never have thought to try that, and John taking charge was always fun. He had a knack for taking things that normally would scare Andrew and making them exhilarating and fun. He really loved that about him.
Andrew carefully got to his feet and made it to the cliff face to lean on before John came traipsing back.
"How are you now?"
"Good, just still a little shaky is all. I'll be fine."
"Would you tell me if you weren't?"
"Probably," Andrew answered, wondering if it was the truth.
"Okay, I'll trust you then."
John grabbed Andrew's neatly folded stack of clothes and handed them to him.
"Here you go."
"Thanks."
"My pleasure!" he responded, reached for his heap of stuff. "What shall we do now that I've ruined that plan?"
"Ruined? You mean that wasn't your plan all along?"
"You mean did I bait you with rappelling and switch it to hot suspended sex on purpose? No, but when I saw that hot ass and hot cock of yours in that harness, I about lost it. I couldn't keep my focus, which isn't safe, so I had to bring you back down. That was when I got the idea."
"I'm glad you did. It was hot."
"I'm glad you thought so too!" John said. Very glad,' he thought to himself. What was I thinking to tax him like that? He's no gymnast. What if I'd hurt him? How do I know I didn't?'
"You don't have a spa at this fancy campground of yours, do you?"
"No, not really," laughed John. "What were you thinking?"
"A massage and a hot tub."
"Those we can do."
"Really?"
"Sure! Let's grab our stuff and we can go do that now."
"Don't have to tell me twice!"
They picked up everything and double-checked the area before heading up to the Jeep.
They hopped in and headed up the trail.
"Where are we going?"
"Wait andÑnever mind. We are going up to the grotto. It's actually a hot tub."
"Really?"
"Yep! We don't heat it that often, but it should still work."
"This place still has some surprises."
"Oh yeah. You haven't even seen some of the bigger ones yet."
"I can't wait!"
John laughed.
Andrew loved that laugh. He had a fake laugh that he sometimes used to be funny, but his real laugh was deep and rich and honest. It made Andrew happy every time he heard it.
"How long do I have to?"
"Wait?"
"Yeah."
"Probably not long, actually. I promise to show you something next weekend, assuming we make it up here."
"I'm game!"
"Seriously?"
"Well yeah, why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know. I'm just worried that I'm taking too much of your time and ripping you away from your normal life."
"My life is really boring. I don't do much on weekends anyway. Maybe I want to be `ripped away.'
"Don't you have friends who wonder where you've been lately?"
"Not really. Not yet. I'm not super social, remember? As much as I like them, I don't hang out with friends all the time. Every month or so and I'm good."
"I tend to do that more often."
"I figured. The real question then is what do YOUR friends think of your disappearances?"
"Honestly, I do know tons of people, but you've already met some of my closest friends: Brady, Althea, Duncan, Coop. There are a few more, but I haven't met a single one of your friends yet."
"Now that you mention it, that does sound a little odd."
"It's not like there's a rush or a competition, it would just be nice to meet them sometime."
"We will if you want."
"I do."
"Okay then," laughed Andrew.
They pulled up to the grotto and got out of the Jeep.
"So is there a magical app for this too that you've had it warming up for us since I first brought it up?" "No such luck, but it heats up quickly enough."
John walked around one side of the alcove and disappeared from view. After a few loud clicking noises, the water started he popped back out.
"Okay, it should be ready soon. Ready for your massage?"
"What, here?"
"Why not? Granted, it's not a quiet little zen studio with harp music, but it's peaceful enough." "But there's no table."
"No princess," he said with a wink. "There is no table, but we do have this nice slab of rock that we found to be quite useful when we were here last time." Another wink. "I also have some blanketsÑ" "In the Jeep," Andrew said in unison with John. "I don't know how I doubted you."
"I'm not perfect, but I do try," John said with a smile as he opened another one of the myriad boxes in the back of the Jeep.
He pulled out a couple thick rustic-looking blankets and laid them out folded four-ply thick on the slab.
"Your massage table awaits kind sir," John said with a sweep of his arm. "I will step out of the room now, if you would like to dress yourself down to whatever makes you most comfortable. I will be back in five minutes. You will hear three taps on the door, and you can let me know if you're ready." "Oh, shut up, you dork."
"Just trying to be professional," John grinned.
Andrew took his clothes off (was this the third time today? He was losing track) and laid out on the padded rock. It was much more comfortable than he expected it to be. Somehow the natural form of the rock fit him just right.
Just before John opened the bottle of whatever-it-was, Andrew stopped him.
"Hey, if I have to be all naked out here, so do you."
"Fair enough," John replied and peeled off all his clothes and tossed them next to Andrew's stack. "There," he said when he was stark nude. "Happy?"
"Yes, thank you," answered Andrew with a smile.
John popped his bottle open and poured out some oil into his palm, which he rubbed vigorously between his hands.
"I hope this isn't too cold."
"Just do it already."
"Got it."
John started with Andrew's neck and gave him a deep tissue massage. A really good one. "Jesus," exclaimed Andrew. "You're a masseuse too?"
"Not really," John admitted. "But I know how I like a massage, so I figured I'd just give you what I like. Let me know if you need me to change it up."
"Okay, but so far it's stellar."
"StellarÉ" John repeated under his breath as he got back to work. He worked Andrew's arms, legs, butt, back, chest, and abs before giving him a head massage.
Andrew was in heaven. This was much needed after that escapade with the rope. He felt all the tension fall away as John kneaded out knot after knot.
"Boy are you tense," John observed at one point.
"Yeah, I know, but I'm working on it."
"Atta boy!"
Finally, John was finished.
"Okay, champ. Ready to hop in the hot tub?"
"Very!"
"Then let's do it!"
They walked over to the cave under the waterfall and slid into the hot water.
"Oh, that's nice," Andrew said. "Just perfect."
"I'm glad you like it," John replied. "And just think, no one's around and we have it all to ourselves!"
But he was wrong. Two pairs of eyes had been watching them since the moment they pulled up.
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