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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 63
Andrew dropped his bags in surprise.
The view was breathtaking.
An enormous glass wall directly in front of him presented an incredible view of the valley below. It was above the tree tops similar to the first landing on the stairs above the outhouse, but the framing effect of the windows gave it decidedly more drama.
It was set slightly back from the edge, with raw rock forming a ledge below and a slightly longer overhang above that gave some shade. It was impressive.
Between where he was standing and the panoramic view was a sunken living room accessed to the right and left by way of a sloping ramp on one side and shallow steps on the other. It was populated with comfortable-looking seating and several small tables. He never imagined the words "overstuffed" and "clean lines" could be used to describe the same item, but those were great descriptors for what he beheld.
Directly in front of him on this higher level was a long...bar? Desk? Whatever it was had a few bar stools below it. It wasn't too deep, but had a small lip on the back side and curved elegantly around to meet the handrails on either side.
Above was a large circular lighting fixture that looked vaguely like a compass. Rather than hang down like a chandelier, it was very low profile and seemed to be made of the same material as the lights from the outhouse, giving off smooth light from clean white panels. Dividing trim radiated out from between concentric seams.
As he studied it, he saw that the roof was not finished, but rather more raw rock as seen surrounding the glass in front. Even the surrounding wall that curved around with its thin vertical wood strips had uneven top edges where it met the rock above.
"Is this a natural cave?" he asked in awe.
"It is," John confirmed. "My grands wanted to leave it as natural as possible and designed the entire place around the existing cavern. They had to drill a few holes for ventilation and plumbing and of course the inclinator, but other than that, everything here is suspended inside the opening without damaging the rock."
"It's amazing," Andrew breathed. "I've never seen anything like it."
"They would love to hear you say that. They were inspired by the cliff dwellings around the Four Corners."
"I can totally see that now that you mention it."
"They actually had a hard time finding an architect that could grasp their vision."
"I can imagine," Andrew commented. "This is truly singular."
"Here, let me show you the rest of it."
To the right of the elevatorÑ-inclinator, Andrew corrected himselfÑwas a very nice kitchen. There was a pass-through that could be opened between the kitchen and the main room, no doubt useful when entertaining guests. Next to it, unsurprisingly, was a dining room that kept to the theme of simplicity throughout the place.
The next doorway revealed a spacious bedroom with an ensuite. The wall to the right was a continuation of the glass from the main room, though in here the trimmed glass butted up against the outlines of the mouth of the cave, forming interesting contrasting shapes. The far wall curved up and over with all its natural texture and coloring. The room seemed oddly devoid of something, and it took a minute for Andrew to put his finger on it.
"There's no dresser or closet in here?"
"Actually, there is tons of storage in here," John grinned.
He turned to the wall through which they entered and demonstrated that the three-dimensional panels that covered the wall were actually drawers, flip open cabinets, and opening panels, and not just decoration as Andrew had supposed.
"This is some master," Andrew said. "Classy without being too showy."
"This isn't the master," John said with a grin. "This is the guest room."
John led Andrew back to the lift.
Behind where Andrew had been standing when he initially opened his eyes was a plain unadorned wall with a large subtle mural with muted Southwestern American colors and motifs. It was benign enough to be overlooked completely at first glance, but the more Andrew looked, the more details he saw.
"I have a feeling I could get lost in this," he admitted.
"Yeah, it's kind of crazy how it sneaks up on you, isn't it?"
"Definitely."
The other side of that wall proved to be the screen side of a small theater where the roof tapered down and the floor ramped up toward the back, forming a cozy yet appropriate room.
Next to it was a half-bath, followed by a small simple room with nothing in it but a chair.
Andrew quirked an eyebrow at John.
"It's Grandma's craft room. All the walls fold out and down for different things she likes to do. I don't even know if any of that is in here though," he chuckled. "She does all that in Palm Springs now."
The next room was the master suite, which was similar to the guest room, but about 50% larger and a much larger bathroom (mostly to accommodate wheelchairs just in case John's "grands" lost mobility, Andrew later found out). It paradoxically seemed somehow more inviting than the other room, but that may have been more to do with the sun setting in the view outside casting warm hues of red and orange into the room. It seemed almost on fire.
They meandered back out into the main room and enjoyed the arresting view.
"So, what do you think?"
"It's amazing," Andrew said." But..."
"Yes?
"How many more buildings do you guys have around here? This is getting ridiculous."
"Fair enough," John laughed. "There is only one more place that you haven't seen yet."
"Is it on this scale too?"
"Oh no!" John assured him. "I mean maybe in terms of square feet, but the last one is just a normal log cabin."
"Normal..." Andrew said slowly.
"Honestly," John insisted. "My parents and aunts and uncles built that one and they couldn't afford all the extravagance."
"We'll see," Andrew said dubiously, only half believing him.
"Yes, you will, but not this weekend."
"Okay," Andrew agreed. "So what did you have in mind for this weekend?"
"Well, the big thing was to show you this place," John began. "After that..."
"Are you trying to tell me that you haven't mapped it all out from start to finish? You know that's a tougher pill to swallow than your idea of a normal log cabin, right?"
John got a twinkle in his eye before he leaned a little closer. "I'm sorry, my hearing is going in and out. What did you say? I got distracted by swallow' and log' and kind of lost track."
"You're such a pervert!"
"Don't start pretending you don't like it now!" John protested.
"Maybe I've been acting all along," Andrew suggested with an impish grin.
"I don't buy it," John said. "Your co-star is too convincing."
"My co-star?" asked a confused Andrew.
"Yes. Your co-star is a bit too easy to read," John declared as he groped Andrew's package.
Andrew's heart rate instantly bumped at the touch.
Andrew blushed a little (why was he still doing that?) and half-heartedly brushed John's hand away from his rising member.
John leaned in even closer. "I think you might actually like me, Andrew Olsen. I know I like you."
With that, he took one of Andrew's unsuspecting hands and laid it on his dick. It wasn't soft. It wasn't slightly swollen. It was rock hard.
"You've captured me, Mr. Olsen. Heart, mind, soul, and body, and I'm all yours."
"Are you really?"
"Yes, I really am."
"Show me," Andrew demanded.
John dove the rest of the way in for a kiss as he reached around and cupped an ass cheek in each hand.
Andrew melted in response, kissing back furiously as John kneaded his buns. But not to be outdone, he reached around John and grabbed his firm melons and pulled them apart while they continued to make out.
John began kissing Andrew's neck and Andrew automatically leaned his head back to give him better access.
John responded by tightening his grip on Andrew's ass and pulling him tighter to himself, their constrained cocks battling for position as they were mashed together.
Andrew whimpered at the onslaught, almost breathless at the exquisite torture that John's soft lips, wriggling tongue, and scratchy stubble provided.
But as much as Andrew writhed from the tickling kisses, John held an incredibly firm hold of him, not letting him get away.
Before Andrew knew it, John had laid him down on the bed and continued to maul him with kisses and licks and caresses.
Andrew had no idea he had been carried or even which bed he was on, and cared even less.
This handsome scruffy man consumed his attention with earthy smells, subtle rising growls, body heat, and aggressive contact, and nothing else mattered.
His shirt didn't stay on his body for very long as John worked his way down, down, down Andrew. He was stark naked soon thereafter and John continued to work him over, barely giving him a chance to breathe.
Finally, John stroked the head of Andrew's cock with his tongue as he kissed up and down the shaft.
Andrew began thrusting for more and more contact.
John teased him for a very short time before diving down and swallowing him all the way to the root.
"Ohhhhh!" cried out Andrew as John's warm mouth did amazing things to his dick.
John's head rose and fell as he gave Andrew all the feels he could muster.
John moaned at the delicious taste of Andrew's pre-cum as Andrew's moans picked up from John's ministrations.
Andrew could feel the tension inside him building for climax, but it was too soon and he wasn't ready. He started tapping John on the head, who gave him no heed until Andrew pounded his temples to get him to release his throbbing manhood.
John finally let his dick free.
"Ow!" he protested.
"Too soon," Andrew gasped. "I want more first."
And with that, he flipped a surprised John off of him, yanked off his pants, and pushed him back over onto his stomach.
"WhatÑ" began John before Andrew's tongue in his hole quickly stole his attention. "Mmmmm..."
John wiggled his butt around trying to get more of Andrew's tongue inside until he finally moved back onto his knees and thrust his round ass back and up.
He was rewarded for his efforts with more of Andrew's wet tongue inside him and hot breath on his backside.
Andrew's assault picked up, purposely driving into John with even more abandon and intensity.
John panted and moaned for more while Andrew pulled his ass wide open, exposing that promising pink winker for even more attention.
Andrew drilled with his tongue as deep as he could, intermingled with pushing his nose inside every now and then to help loosen John up for what they both knew was coming.
Andrew felt around and found John's pole was still hard as steel and leaking just like his was. Andrew knew exactly what he was going do in that moment.
He straightened himself up as much as he could while still drilling John with his tongue, collected some of that leaking love juice from John's tap and mixed it with his own as he smeared it on his mushroom head.
Now ready, he withdrew his tongue, and before John could protest, replaced it with his fuck pole in one strong sudden push.
John roared in surprise even as he shoved back on Andrew to get more of that hot invader inside him. That was all the confirmation Andrew needed for a go-ahead, and he was suddenly plowing that hot ass with abandon.
He shoved deep and hard over and over, slapping John's ass as he went.
John grunted in time to Andrew's thrusts, still not used to getting pounded, let alone with Andrew's newfound intensity.
Sweat poured off Andrew as he drilled John mercilessly beneath him.
John gripped the bed covers tightly as he held on and tried not to be thrown across the bed while Andrew thrashed him from behind.
John knew he'd shot long ago, probably with Andrew's second thrust, but there was no stopping him at this point.
Andrew's sweat mingled with the pre-cum lube, making them slick together and matting down the forest of hair on John's ass.
"Yeah!" John yelled. "Shove me full of that seed, Andrew! Feed me!"
"You want this load?" Andrew growled back "Do you?"
"Yeah! Give it to me! I want it all!"
"Good, `cuz here it comes!"
And with another roar, he flooded John's hole with his pent-up load of creamy sperm.
"Uhn!" he cried as he pumped his load deeper into John. "Uhn! Uhhhhn!"
"Damn, boy!" John yelled.
"Are you okay in there, Johnny?" called a very female voice.
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