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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 64
Andrew froze there on his knees with his cock balls deep inside John's ass, still spewing its load into that hot gripping ass.
John recovered quicker, but was too out of breath to respond before Andrew heard a deep bass voice coming from the doorway.
"He's fine, Nora," it said. "Could you make me a sandwich? I'm hungry from that drive."
"Yes, dear," came the reply. "Salami and gouda?"
"Gouda/salami sounds perfect, honey," the voice replied with just a hint of humor in it.
By this time, John had turned his head to see the speaker, but hadn't moved otherwise. Somewhat recovering his equilibrium, Andrew slowly turned his head to see a fit and well-dressed silver-haired gentleman standing in the doorway.
Sporting a tiny and somehow familiar smirk, he nodded to Andrew, managing to convey friendliness and humor simultaneously.
"You boys might want to get cleaned up. It won't take her long to take care of my salami," he said with a wink before he turned to leave, closing the door behind him.
"Is that...?"
"Yeah, that's my grandpa."
"Oh man!" Andrew exclaimed softly.
"Hey, don't sweat it," John reassured him. "We're fine. You don't need to clam up on his account."
"What makes you think I'm going to clam up?"
"Are you joking? You don't think I know you a bit by now?"
"Maybe I've changed," Andrew retorted.
"Your cock says otherwise," John teased gently. "You never go down this fast."
Caught in the dichotomy of feeling proud of that fact and the embarrassment that he had wilted so quickly this time, Andrew didn't answer.
"Come on, Sport. We need to grab a quick shower. Grandma has a sharp nose."
Jolted a little, Andrew pulled his mostly limp dick out of its warm home, leaving a small trail of splooge on John's furry cheeks.
They both got up and made for the shower, and the water was warm enough to jump in after a few minutes. Andrew stepped in timidly only to have John bodily push him forward toward one of the corners and join him.
"What are you doing?" Andrew whispered. "We can't shower together! Your grandparents are out there!"
"Yeah, and if we aren't out quick, Gram's going to start asking questions you'd probably rather not answer."
"Oh!" exclaimed Andrew as he set to washing himself up with alacrity.
John chuckled, but he was doing exactly the same thing.
"So does she...?"
"Does she what? Know about things? Of course, but she prefers not to hear about it too much. Not because she's against it or anything," he added quickly. "She just doesn't think it's proper conversation in general."
"Ah," said Andrew, hoping he understood the ramifications of that before realizing he had no clue. No help for it, he decided to himself. He would take his cue from John and his grandfather, and if it got uncomfortable, he would just fake confidence and forge forward. John's family paradigm was simply too alien to him.
It only then really hit him that John's grandfather had just walked in and caught them in the very definition of a compromised position. His GRANDPA! Even while he industriously cleaned himself, he could feel his heart flutter within his chest with stress.
And John had almost no reaction at all! What was up with that? He had talked about his family being incomprehensibly open, but Andrew just took that with a healthy grain of salt as he always did when he heard tall tales. He had learned to smile and nod appropriately without casting judgment or betraying his own unbelief, but this was pushing his limits. He had assumed John was referring to his brothers, which was relatively normal in and of itself. He had enough siblings that "the whole family" could reasonably be a euphemism for all the numerous brothers, which is how Andrew had interpreted it earlier. But now he had to wonder...
John interrupted his train of thought "You about done?"
"Yeah," Andrew confirmed.
John turned off the water and grabbed a towel from the rack to throw at Andrew before snagging a second one for himself.
They quickly got dressed and both shuffled their hair around a bit in the mirror, with Andrew trying to make sure his first impression was a good one.
John saw him fussing more than usual.
"Relax," he said comfortingly. "They're just normal people."
"Normal rich people," Andrew corrected. "Who are related to my boyfriend. One of whom saw us having sex."
"I don't think you'd ever guess they were rich by talking with them," John promised. "You'll be fine. And stop fussing with your hair before you start pulling it out."
"I just want them to like me."
"Of course you do. But they are bound to. And I think you're going to like them too," John said conversationally as if the entire situation was normal.
"I'm sure," agreed Andrew, not at all as certain as he tried to make it sound. How was he going to have a normal conversation with John's grandfather knowing he saw him buck naked spiking his grandson?
He caught himself short and reeled in his spiraling imagination. He decided he would pretend it never happened and see how far that got him. That was a good plan.
John opened the door and led Andrew back to the kitchen.
A few steps into the room, he introduced Andrew.
"Gram, Grandpa, this is my boyfriend, Andrew. Andrew, this is Gram and Grandpa."
"Andrew!" exclaimed the pleased-looking blonde woman (Nora, Andrew recalled) who stepped forward to grab his hand. "It is so nice to finally meet you! Johnny has been going on and on about you for weeks now. I'm so glad to have a face to put with the name now!"
"Thank you, ma'am; it's nice to meet you too."
"Well, I'm going to let that one `ma'am' stand, but please call me Nora."
"Yes, mÑI mean Nora."
"There you go!" she beamed.
She struck Andrew as possibly the sunniest person he'd ever met. She had a bright happiness that was contagious, and Andrew could feel his stress melting away as he stood in her presence.
John's grandfather stuck his hand out to shake Andrew's as soon as Nora had let go.
"Hello there," he said. "I'm Liam, and like she said, we are very pleased to meet you."
"Likewise," Andrew responded.
There was no judgment, smirk or private joke revealed on Grandpa Liam's face, either. Just a warm, friendly smile. In fact, Liam clasped Andrew's wrist with his other hand as he shook it as if to emphasize his sincerity. Andrew was relieved that he seemed off the hook. For now, anyway.
Liam was almost as engaging as his wife. He somehow made Andrew feel seen and valued with a simple handshake.
"We really are so glad to meet you," Liam repeated. "Though looking back, maybe we should have let you boys know we were going to be in town. I hate to think we ruined a private little weekend you two had planned," he said, again with no trace of inuendo or judgment.
"Actually, I just wanted to show off the place," John admitted sheepishly.
"You hadn't brought him up here before now?" Liam asked John with no small amount of surprise.
"No," John said. "I didn't want to scare him off right away."
"Scare him off? We didn't design this place to be scary," she protested. "The number one goal was to be welcoming, isn't that right, dear?"
"Indeed it was," Liam agreed. "At least once you made it to the lift," he added on second thought. "We didn't want just anyone to waltz in here."
"He's shown me around already," Andrew said quickly. "We'll just head back down and get out of your way."
"Oh, nonsense! That's just silly," Nora said firmly. "You are more than welcome to stay here too. There is plenty of room and we would really like to get to know youÑunless you two would rather be off on your own, of course."
Andrew looked to John, who just shrugged as if to say it was his call. At least, that's what Andrew hoped he meant. The easy way out was back down that inclinator, but he did actually want to meet John's family, and if they normally lived in Palm Springs, who knew when the next opportunity would arise.
"I would love to stay and get to know you if we truly wouldn't be in your way," Andrew replied. He caught John's expression of proud approval before turning back to their hosts.
"Wonderful!" exclaimed Liam. "I actually did mean to call and confirm that we'd have a chance to meet up with you two this weekend anyway, but somehow with my schedule, it fell through the cracks."
"`With your schedule?'" Nora repeated with a laugh. "Yeah, retirement can be so taxing, can't it? Between the golf course and brunch, it's really hard to use the phone."
"Hey!" protested Liam. "I just might be bad about that. The prerogative of the unattached, you might call it."
"Oh, you're attached, dear," Nora said, spinning her wedding ring around on her finger.
"You'll have to forgive us," Liam said with conspiratorial wink. "We're newlyweds, you know."
"Newlyweds with fifty-some years of experience in keeping it that way," she corrected blithely. "Now, before another word, I've made you boys some sandwiches if you're hungry."
"Thank you, Gram," John said appreciatively.
They moved to the table in the breakfast nook and sat down together even though Nora and Liam had already finished their lunch.
"So, tell us a little about yourself, Andrew. What do you do?"
Over the next several hours, Andrew enjoyed delightful conversation with John and his grandparents over dinner and card games.
The "grands," as John called them, proved to be wonderful people who were easy to talk to and never seemed to even approach judgmental about anything. They listened well, had insightful questions, and were quite encouraging. As a successful businessman, Liam seemed especially excited about Andrew's plan to start his nursery and provided some solid feedback on Andrew's plans for getting it started. Andrew grew to love them over the course of the evening, and it seemed they felt the same way about him, which made him happy.
Despite staying up much later than he was used to, Andrew felt the time passed much faster than normal right up until he caught himself yawning, much to his chagrin.
"Well, boys," Nora said, graciously not drawing attention to the yawn. "I think I'm going to call it a night. It's been a travel day for us, so I think we should reconvene in the morning after a good night's sleep. Maybe even late morning, if that sounds good."
"I couldn't agree more, dear," Liam agreed as both Andrew and John nodded in agreement. "Good night, boys. Sleep well." He stood up and offered Nora his hand before leading her off to their room.
John and Andrew quickly cleared the table of the cards from the last game and shed their clothes before crawling into bed together. Andrew chose the side that looked out the grand wall of glass into the velvety night. When John turned out the light, the stars in the clear sky seemed to become even brighter. Andrew sighed with contentment as John spooned around him from behind.
"I really like your grandparents," he said to John. "They seem like amazing people."
"I think so, but of course I'm a bit biased."
"If the rest of your family is half as nice, I'm in trouble."
"Why would you say that?"
Andrew paused because he was about to say he didn't know, but that was never the right answer with John. "I guess because I'm used to being the nice guy."
"That's because you are a nice guy."
"ButÑ"
"Unh unh," John stopped him short. "Don't you dare even think of comparing yourself to them. First off, you haven't met anyone else yet, so you literally can't. Secondly, it doesn't matter at all. Everyone is allowed to be nice. It's a literal shame to our race that not everyone is."
"But I like being the best."
John laughed softly in his ear as he drew him tighter. "You already are." He snuggled in and kissed the back of Andrew's neck and ears before settling his chin over Andrew's shoulder.
Their cocks were hard of course, but they were both really sleepy too, so they were out cold mere moments later.
At one point in the night, Andrew felt John unwrap himself and ease himself out of bed. "I need some water," he whispered to Andrew. "Would you like some?"
Andrew heard him vaguely, but was too tired to care or answer and drifted back to sleep almost immediately.
Sometime later, he stirred again and could sense John standing beside the bed behind him. He didn't even bother to turn his head.
"Are you going to get in here, you loon, or just stand there?"
He felt the covers pull as John climbed in and spooned back into place behind him. He nudged his ass back into John's groin to feel his hard-as-usual pecker between his cheeks and drifted off.
He was soon aware that John's drink of water must have given him a bit more energy, because he was sliding his leaking cock up and down Andrew's crack now. Andrew was just a little annoyed and impatient to get back to sleep.
"I'm too tired for you to just tease me with that," he finally whispered. "If you want in, just do it already."
Without a word, John pulled back enough to line his cock up with Andrew's hole and after a moment's pause to moisten Andrew's opening, he slowly pushed himself in.
Andrew was proud that he was adapting to John so well now that he could handle it without breathing exercises and conscious contortions to let him in. Instead of completely taking his breath away, it felt just right this time. Apparently, John felt the same as he started to slide in and out, keeping his arms tight around Andrew as if he was about to run away.
As if! He may be super sleepy, but he always loved any contact with John. And this was one of the best ways. He moaned with happiness.
John's pace began to quicken as he long-dicked his boyfriend. Faster and faster he went, Andrew pushing back against him for more.
John pushed in deep and then somehow deeper before holding still.
Andrew, through his ass, felt the pulse of each spurt course through John's dick from base to tip as he flooded Andrew's hole with a healthy load. Considering he had shot just a few hours earlier, Andrew had to admit it was pretty impressive that he could actually feel the load inside him.
Too soon, John kissed him gently on the back of the neck and pulled out. Andrew vaguely felt him getting out of bed again and pulling the covers back over Andrew before heading for the en suite. John hadn't made it that far before Andrew drifted back into sleep.
John gazed at his handsome moonlit beau in the bed from the doorway. He was so genuine and yet so mysterious at the same time. John could barely believe what was happening right before his eyes. Andrew was constantly full of surprises, and John doubted he would ever get over him. Not being religious did not stop him from praying he would never have to.
His grandfather joined him there at the doorway and followed John's gaze.
"He's certainly a good one, Johnny. Smart, sensitive, and hot as hell. Thank you for thatÑ-I needed it badly!"
"My pleasure, grandpa," he said, stepping aside so Liam could leave and go back to his own room.
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