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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 46
Andrew instantly choked up and couldn't speak. His eyes welling with tears, he just threw himself at John and gave him a huge hug and cried into his shoulder.
"There, there," said John, patting his back. "Was it something I said?"
Andrew had to laugh despite himself.
John let him snuggle a bit longer before he pulled back.
"Okay," he finally said. "We really do need to go."
He was right. It was after sunset now and the light was almost gone, so it took a little bit of doing to wade through the underbrush and get to the car.
All the way back, they chatted about Andrew's nursery plans. It seemed like just a few minutes before they were pulling into his driveway.
They hopped out and Andrew grabbed his backpack from the trunk before John wrapped his arms around him in a big hug.
"I had a great time with you this weekend," he said, looking into Andrew's eyes.
"Me too," Andrew whispered. "I don't know how or why, but every day I spend with you is better than the one before."
"I'm so glad you feel that way," John said. "Because I was just thinking the same thing. I love you."
"I love you too."
John leaned in and they kissed long and hard. By the time they were finished, other things were long and hard.
"Want to come inside?" Andrew asked softly.
"What do you think?" Answered John in a low voice with the hint of a growl.
Andrew smiled and led him inside. He absentmindedly tossed his bag on the couch as they went up the stairs to his room, their fingers hooked together as they walked.
When they got to the bed, Andrew turned and they picked up where they left off with a good long kiss.
John started to unbutton his shirt, butÑwithout breaking the kissÑAndrew swatted his hands down.
"'Mm `mm," Andrew grunted into the kiss. Not exactly eloquent, but John understood what he meant: don't do that.
Andrew's hands traveled around John's back and sides, stroking and feeling John's body through his clothes.
John followed suit until his hands stopped and rested on Andrew's firm butt, gripping tightly.
Andrew eventually moved around to open the first button on John's shirt and then went back to stroking while he kissed and licked the triangle where John's neck met his chest.
When he had finished smothering that spot with attention, he undid the next button and repeated the process, matting the exposed hair on John's chest with his tongue.
Then the third button was undone, exposing the top half of his pecs, which were properly attended to while he continued to caress and stroke John's back, sides, and arms.
John had his hands loosely on Andrew's head and moaned his appreciation as he worked on him.
John's nipples were revealed with the opening of the fourth button, and Andrew spent extra time on those, much to John's delight.
The fifth release bared his belly button and the rest of his pecs, so it took Andrew a long time to go over it all this time. Not that time was an issue. He had decided at the outset that he was going to take it nice and slow. No rushing through things or skipping them to get to the punchline quicker. Then the last button was released, and Andrew made sure to cover every last little bit of John's front with his lips and tongue. Through all this, his hands never stopped caressing except to undo the fasteners.
He started on John's sides as well, but discovered that John was ticklish there, so after a few teases, he left that alone.
He looked up to see John smiling at him fondly.
"Okay, mister. You've set a high bar, but now it's my turn."
He scooped Andrew up in his arms and laid him gently in the middle of the bed before he crawled up got on all fours above Andrew.
John's smile lacked the impish quality it usually had, replacing it with an earnestness that added to the intensity of the situation. Andrew knew instantly that John was going to forgo his banter and teasing this time around. He wouldn't be left high and dry like John tended to do. He was all business this time around.
John followed Andrew's example and added to it, trailing his tongue everywhere he went and leaning down to brush his hair or rub his stubble against Andrew's body.
Andrew just laid back to enjoy every sensation John created for him. He was still in awe that this sexy man was his, let alone what he was doing to him. He was in absolute heaven.
Having thoroughly attended to Andrew's chest, John moved up until they were eye to eye again. Still hovering over him on his hands and knees, John leaned down for a gentle and dedicated kiss.
Even the one in the driveway couldn't compare to this one. Their tongues teased, twined, and tasted each other while their lips brushed and pressed. Even though they weren't actually touching, Andrew could still feel the heat emanating from John's body suspended above him. He could also smell John's outdoorsy scent with a hint of salty sweat. He felt wrapped up into John again, but the only actual contact was by mouth. It was like basking in a warm glow of a fire.
It was amazingly erotic despite the fact that they hadn't even taken their shirts off yet.
A certain part of him was quite anxious to get out of its constraining clothing, but Andrew ignored itÑ-and the wet spot it was making in protestÑ-for now.
Instead, his hands crawled up John's arms, under his shirt, and over his shoulders as he felt the taut muscles in action. John may not be the leanest guy in the world, but he still had amazing definition in his muscles when they were tensed like this. His fingers explored them appreciatively.
John pulled back from the kiss for a moment.
"Shall we lose our shirts?"
"Yeah, I think it's time."
John grinned and took hold of Andrew's shoulders. With an impressive jerk, he pulled himself and Andrew up at the same time so he was squatting over Andrew's legs and Andrew was sitting upright. He put his hands on Andrew's chest and slid them up and out over Andrew's shoulders, gathering up his shirt in the process and slipping it back and off. At the moment where he got it down to Andrew's wrists behind him on the bed, he gave Andrew a quick kiss.
Andrew followed suit, pushing John's shirt back over his shoulders and down his arms. But when he got down to John's wrists, he grabbed them firmly and pulled John down for another kiss.
With the shirt having fallen off by now, Andrew pulled John down harder until he started to lose his balance and then twisted him sideways so he ended up on his back.
"You got me," John laughed. "Now what are you going to do with me?"
Andrew didn't reply, but got up on his knees and scooted farther down the bed until he was between John's legs. He took hold of one and bent it upward until John's foot was conveniently in reach. He took hold of the top of his sock with both hands and slowly peeled it off.
Andrew leaned down to sniff it. It was not unlike John's normal aroma, for which Andrew was grateful. He was also happy that John obviously took care of his feet and toenails. He breathed in deeply before he began to kiss John's toes, which gradually became licking, until finally, he was sucking on them.
Andrew was shocking himself at this point. He had never thought about feet outside of keeping his nails clipped, but in his bid to slow things down tonight, he discovered he kinda liked it. At least for John. He wasn't sure he'd bother to care about anyone else's though.
It was surprisingly intimate, and his crotch throbbed mercilessly while John moaned. He could tell this wasn't going to be a one-time thing. When he was satisfied with his work, he naturally turned to the other foot and repeated it.
He never would have thought he'd be willingly sucking on a guy's toes, but here he was. And loving it.
He finally felt he was done, and set John's foot back down on the bed and looked at John.
He was, of course, grinning.
"I didn't take you for a foot guy," he said with a bit of surprise in his voice.
"Me neither," Andrew confessed. "But it seemed the right thing to do."
"I'm proud of you," John said. "And as a reward, you're going to see what it's like to have it done to you now."
"I don't know..." Andrew replied doubtfullyÑ-fully recognizing the double standard in his head even as he said it.
"I know you don't, but here is your chance to find out. If for some reason you actually don't like it, let me know and I'll stop. No harm or judgment. But you'll never know if you don't try, right?"
"I suppose," Andrew admitted. "Okay."
They switched places and John mimicked Andrew's actions exactly one by one at a slow and deliberate pace.
It turned out that he enjoyed receiving at much as giving. He was proud of himself for overcoming his nervousness and reticence in letting John proceed. And once again happy to have John push his boundaries.
It was even more intimate to have his man kiss his toes than it was for him to kiss John's. And the licking, while weird at first, was not unpleasant. The sucking seemed even more strange to him, but he did like it. His cock throbbed in response as if living vicariously through his toes.
In fact, he was quite aware that there was a rather large wet spot at his crotch by this point. He wasn't embarrassed about it though since John's condition was similar.
When John was finished, he met Andrew's eyes.
"So what's the verdict? Did you enjoy it?"
"It was weird at first, but yeah."
"I was going to have to call you out if you'd said anything different," John teased. "It was HARD to miss your reaction down below."
Andrew gave John a good-natured punch in the gut for that one.
"Ow," said John, feigning injury. "But just to show there are no HARD feelings, I'm going to make it up to you now."
This time, John dodged the half-hearted jab Andrew threw in his general direction before he scooted back and leaned down to kiss Andrew's belly button and work his way ever so slowly down.
His tongue edged under Andrew's waistband while he smothered the open skin with kisses. It wasn't long before he moved down to the cloth covering Andrew's pride. He licked and chewed and gummed at it gently and thoroughly. Keeping the pace consistent with their earlier endeavors, he teased a lot before he finally opened just the top button and resumed his work.
The zipper was next, with more attention paid. Andrew's well-soaked briefs were accessible now, and John knew exactly how to take advantage of that fact as he had Andrew squirming and moaning. Just to keep things interesting, John gave Andrew's rod an occasional nip through the thin material.
John pulled Andrew's jeans down about halfway to his knees and started working on his legs, kissing, licking, and "munching" as he went.
Andrew got especially worked up while John went for his inner thighs. Because his jeans weren't even down to his knees yet, he couldn't spread his legs apart. This did not stop John from his licking and kissing, and he often had to grind his head between Andrew's legs for his tongue to reach those hard-to-reach places. The extra stimulation of John's head grinding into Andrew's balls and the scruff on his chin against Andrew's smooth skin drove him crazy.
The intensity was eased a little bit when the jeans moved lower down. Still amazing, but Andrew was no longer worrying about whether he was going to inadvertently shoot his load inside his shorts.
By the time his jeans were around his ankles, Andrew was in a relaxed state of bliss. He discovered his knees were not the most stimulating spots on his body (no surprise there, really). John's best efforts were for naught at that point.
But John noticed and stopped trying after a while, choosing instead to focus on Andrew's calves, which were much more responsive than Andrew had imagined.
John kissed and licked his way around them before he found that biting them lightly brought Andrew to life again. Pleased with his discovery, he dove in with full gusto and nipped and chewed with abandon.
The jeans were finally tossed aside, and John tongued his way back up Andrew's body hitting the highlights before ending with another long drawn out kiss.
"Like that?" John asked gently.
"Heck yes!" Andrew exclaimed. "And now I get to do you!"
And he did, spending as much time on John as John had on him. By the time he was finished, all the licking and kissing had John looking like he had just stepped out of the shower. But they weren't done yet.
For the last article of clothing, Andrew decided to be a little more forward. With a sodden John lying below him on the bed, Andrew took hold of his boxers, whisked them off quickly without fanfare, and tossed them away.
There, standing out proudly from a thick nest of curly dark golden hair, stood John's straight and fleshy deep red cock, begging for attention.
It would have to wait.
Andrew nuzzled around it, but only touched it incidentally. He kissed and licked the now very salty skin below its camouflage and sucked in as much of the dense aroma of sweat and pre-cum as he could breathe in. He teased John's heavy plums mercilessly with his tongue, saturating them with spit and drool until they too were soaked and sagging on the bed. As for that fuck pole, Andrew only spared it a quick swipe of the tongue to savor the pre-cum that was leaking from it.
Andrew left John panting with excitement and anticipation.
"Okay," he announced authoritatively. "Time to swap."
John managed to rouse himself and took the position. Just as Andrew had done, he took hold of Andrew's little briefs and whipped them off in one quick motion. Then he looked at Andrew and with just the barest glimmer of a dirty smile, he dove down and devoured Andrew's crotch. He attacked it with a voracity that made Andrew's efforts seem mundane by comparison. In no time, Andrew was moaning, gasping, and screaming in rapid succession. All while John ignored the very prominent spire in the middle that was dribbling a steady stream of pre-cum as John worked. Andrew couldn't handle it anymore.
"Please," he gasped. "Suck my cock, jack it, anything," he pleaded.
"I don't think so," John said thoughtfully. "It looks like it really wants to go inside something, and who am I to deprive you of that?"
Andrew looked at him hopefully.
"Of course, I want the same thing," he continued, swatting Andrew's ass. "But we're doing this as equals today, and I don't want you to cum first."
Andrew was clearly at war with himself while trying to decide what to do to make both happen.
"But I do think I have a solution that I've been wanting to try with you."
"Anything," a desperate Andrew replied.
"Anything?"
"Yes, anything," Andrew repeated.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had the fleeting observation that this wasn't how he'd intended to wrap up the evening, but he was too far gone to care by now.
"Then come with me," John commanded.
They climbed off the bed and John grabbed some lube with one hand and Andrew's cock with the other before leading him downstairs to the living room.
John lubed up both cocks with a minimum of strokes until they were both dripping.
"Okay, I want you on the floor with your back against the front of the couch and your ass in the air. Got it?"
"Yes, sir."
John grinned at his response.
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Andrew quickly got into position with his ass up and his legs splayed out.
"Damn, you're sexy," John growled.
He moved to stand between Andrew's legs with one of his legs bent on the couch and the other on the floor.
Andrew watched as John pointed Andrew's cock up toward the ceiling with one hand and then slowly lowered himself. Just as his cock made contact with John's ass, he felt John's thumb press against his own opening.
Oh yeah,' thought Andrew. Tease my hole while I fill yours!'
John paused as they both willed their asses to relax. Then he dropped himself lower with a deliberate speed: not too fast and not too slow. Just steady and sure.
A moment later, Andrew suddenly realized it was no thumb at his threshold: Just as his dick went inside John, his tunnel was stretched wide with John's tool.
They were literally fucking each other.
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