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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 65
John stirred in his sleep and realized he was thirsty. After a few minutes, he knew he would never get back to sleep until he had something to moisten his throat, so he begrudgingly acknowledged he would have to get out of bed. However, he was so comfortable with Andrew in his arms that it took a bit longer to actually move. He tried his best not to disturb Andrew as he disentangled himself, but he could hear Andrew's breathing change.
"I need some water," he whispered to Andrew. "Would you like some?"
Andrew gave no response other than his breathing going back down to sleep level.
John padded out to the kitchen and poured himself a tall glass of water, which he forced himself to take his time with and sip instead of just throwing it down in a few frat-boy chugs. He quietly put the glass in the dishwasher and turned out the light before heading back to his room.
As he walked in the doorway, he was startled to see a figure standing over the bed vaguely illuminated in the moonlight. He managed to pause before his initial reaction kicked in of rushing the intruder, and saw it was Grandpa. He was naked and just standing there half hard. Was he sleepwalking?
John had to admit he was in great shape for his age. He wasn't exactly a model or anything, but he kept active and didn't have flab or even much sag happening. And his hairy chest was robust as ever. He hoped (not for the first time) that he inherited the prominent genes from this side of the family rather than his mother's side, who tended to get rounder as they aged.
John took a step forward into the room before Andrew stunned him motionless:
"Are you going to get in here, you loon, or just stand there?"
Surely John imagined that! Andrew couldn't have really-Ñ
But then he saw his grandfather's cock jump and he quickly slid in under the covers behind Andrew. That confirmed he hadn't imagined it. Or did it? This was all very surreal, and John had a hard time wrapping his head around his mostly timid Andrew inviting his boyfriend's gramps to join him in bed.
John realized he had inadvertently set the stage a bit by outlining his family's unusual philosophy on sexuality, but he was still a bit incredulous that Andrew would jump into it so quicklyÑ-even as he saw it happening right before his eyes.
He continued to battle with his contradictory feelings and thoughts as he watched someone take his place with Andrew.
The jealousy was acute and that was by far the most surprising reaction he had. He had always thought of himself as accommodating and even liberal in his relationship paradigms, but apparently not as much as he thought. And for it to come to the fore due to a family member was almost embarrassing.
While it was hot and fun to incorporate a third to spice things up and challenge Andrew, being supplanted entirely proved a bit unpleasant in the moment.
And what about his grandfather? He was watching that horny old dog, whom he loved very much, clearly slide his member up and down Andrew's private valley. What was he thinking?
He was probably thinking John wouldn't mind. After all, it was nearly family tradition. But he didn't even ask! Being taken for granted like that shafed. Big time.
John knew full well he wouldn't have said no on his own account, but he would have made sure Andrew was amenable first. He had thought that point was still a bit down the road, but he was suddenly disabused of that notion.
"I'm too tired for you to just tease me with that," he heard Andrew whisper from the bed. "If you want in, just do it already."
The shock hit John again.
He discovered the crux of his unsettling: he had misread Andrew somehow and he really did not enjoy being wrong. It shook his confidence.
He listened to Andrew's hushed moans as Grandpa drilled him with quiet grunts and heavy breathing. Neither seemed to have any qualms about the situation, certainly. And despite his mental commotion, John was hard too. That couldn't be helped. Any sex triggered him like that.
He inevitably imagined Andrew's smooth sexy body before him, pushing that fine ass onto his throbbing meat and grasping and pulling it into his warm silky insides. John had no clue he was stroking his steel hard pole as he pictured it.
Then he was suddenly in Andrew's spot, feeling his granddad's carpeted pecs crushing against his back as he was held in place by strong arms. The long firm pole reaching deep inside him, rubbing his prostate in just the right way to make him hot and beg for more. He recalled that Gramps knew exactly how to use that thing perfectly, taking full advantage of both his length and his stamina. He was like a wolverine: focused, patient, and driven by his end goal. And the goal was always that full and explosive blast of hot man milk he would inject into that hungry hole. Knowing that same dick made is father and had later made his father feel the same way he had made John feelÑ-and made Andrew feel right now...
John realized how close he was just in time to cup his free hand and catch his load before it sprayed everywhere. He could barely contain the load, and he could feel it start to ooze around his fingers. Not wanting to make a mess he'd have to clean up later, he put his free hand down to catch any last dribbles and lifted his full hand up to his mouth and lapped up his own hot cum.
His tool was still drooling when he noticed the movement on the bed suddenly stopped. He knew what that meant. Andrew was getting his fill right now. His cock gave a couple more weak sympathetic pulses that gave very little splooge from his spent balls.
He pinched the tip to draw out the last of it and licked that hand clean too.
Standing there with two sticky hands just wouldn't do, so he turned around and retraced his steps to the kitchen to wash his hands.
How was he going to deal with this?
Suddenly he chided himself with a silent chuckle. He was the one pushing for Andrew to explore things and challenge himself. And this was hardly out of character for Grandpa. What was there for him to do? Nothing had really changed except he had underestimated Andrew a little bit. Noted. Now it was time to move on.
There was a bit of irony here that Andrew triggered all this in his head. He wondered if it might be similar to how Andrew processed things all the time. How exhausting! He definitely preferred his think quickly/make decisions/move forward approach. He would have to give that boy more consideration for that in the future. But for now, he was tired and needed to get back to bed.
He made his way back to his room and paused in the doorway.
Grandpa had gotten out of the bed by now and John could hear him moving around in the bathroom. With the moonlight playing with the features of his ears, Andrew was asleep again.
John just watched him for a bit before Liam came out of the bathroom.
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 that. I needed it badly!"
As if I had anything to do with it, thought John with just a trace of bitterness. But there was no need to be rude.
"My pleasure, Grandpa," he heard himself say, stepping aside so Liam could leave and go back to his room. Next time, please ask, John added silently in his head.
He still stood in the doorway for a bit, trying to weigh how this newfound information would affect things. Andrew was apparently okay with an open relationship, his reticence and shyness notwithstanding. And he had decisively made himself part of John's family in one fell swoop. Maybe he hadn't been pushing Andrew as much as he had feared after all.
All this thought was giving him a headache and making him sleepy, so he finally made his way to the bed and re-took his place around Andrew.
It really was uncanny how well they fit together like this, he thought. He sighed a little and nuzzled the back of Andrew's neck that tasted mildly of salty sweat. And willed himself to relax.
It didn't work.
It was like this new information had nowhere to go, which rankled him. Maybe it was the surprise of his discovery, or maybe it was because he was tired, but he was having a hard time letting go tonight.
He was normally very good at picking out the relevant parts, making a decision, and discarding the rest, but not this time. The scene he had just witnessed went around and around his head.
He couldn't reconcile what he'd seen with what he thought he knew of Andrew, and he was so tired right now that he had trouble keeping focus. And without focus, he couldn't make a plan and let go, so the vicious cycle continued.
He felt like he was missing something, but he couldn't put his finger on it. He saw what he saw. He heard what he heard. He remembered everything Andrew said and studied his reactions to things. All the plans he made were tailored for Andrew. It took time, but he was worth it.
Andrew probably wouldn't believe it, but he had spent more time thinking about him than anything else ever since they met. Even work, though he spent more time there. The truth was John knew his productivity in the office was waning as he constantly found himself distracted with Andrew. It wasn't at all Andrew's fault. It was all on John, and he owned up to it without equivocation. He needed to reel himself in a bit and keep his boat afloat, so to speak, before his own life sank under his efforts to help Andrew be successful and fulfill his dreams.
He tried to convince himself it was all for Andrew's benefit, but he was also quite aware that his interest was somewhat biased too. If Andrew moved forward with the greenhouse, John could use his house as a springboard into a new career himself. If Andrew continued to loosen up a little bit, John wouldn't have to be so careful in how he brought up things about himself that weren't... What was the word? Common? Normal? Conventional! That's the word he was looking for.
He wanted to be completely open and honest with Andrew, but he was afraid of the unconventional elements causing a rift between them. He had already broached all the big ones he could think of, but he was still careful in how he addressed them. It would be nice to not be afraid of pushing Andrew away with some random remark made with reckless abandon.
Just because John brought up his "quirks" didn't necessarily mean that Andrew grasped them in their entirety.
Scratch that. He knew Andrew understood much more than he let on. It was almost scary how sharp that boy was. He had the capacity to understand things outside of his own experience, which was a trait in rare supply these days.
And here he was fretting about a harmless midnight tryst.
Grow up, John. What did you expect?
He expected Andrew to listen to his perspective, understand it, and make his own decisions about it. Which is exactly what he did.
Okay then.
Eventually, John did get some sleep, even if it was in small chunks frequently interrupted by dreams.
When he woke the next morning, he was alone in the bed. The sun had apparently been up for a while and burned off all the morning mist, because it was quite bright and less golden than he was used to. He rubbed his eyes a bit and reached for his boxers and a t-shirt before tossing the covers back and getting up to take his morning piss.
As he washed his hands at the sink, he glanced at himself in the mirror and was unimpressed. He looked like he had a minor hangover with dark droopy eyes, stubbly face, and thrashed hair. He looked like a mugshot. Oh well. He needed coffee before he could tackle that today.
He went into the kitchen to find a pajama-clad Andrew merrily chatting away with his grandparents. Grandma noticed him just a moment later.
"Good morning, Johnny! Would you like some breakfast?" she asked.
"Coffee," he mumbled.
"It's already there on the hutch for you, dear," she replied sweetly. "Your breakfast will be ready to eat about the same time as you regain consciousness."
John managed a small smile of grateful acknowledgement as he made for the wake-up brew. "Thank you, Gram."
Grandpa gave him a "Good morning" as well, followed by Andrew.
"Good morning, John. Are you feeling okay?"
"Meh," he replied, trying not to be grumpy. "I just had a little trouble sleeping last night, that's all."
"I'm sorry, love."
"I should be okay once I get some coffee in me."
John was grateful Andrew didn't pursue it anymore, but rather went back to chatting with Liam.
"So, when we went back last night after work, all this stuff was cleared out. It was really creepy and strange. John thinks there was a squatter in the house, so we're going to change all the locks first thing."
"Good plan," Liam said. "I'm a big believer in security. To me, it's less about losing stuff as much as it is about the safety of my family and knowing some stranger can come in at any time. That just doesn't work for me."
"I get it," Andrew said. "I want a clean slate and not have to look over my shoulder. Especially out here. In town, I know who my neighbors are if I need help, but there's no one out here."
"There are more than you might expect," Liam said with a smile. "But that's a good point. It's always best to be as self-sufficient as you can, and neighbors can always help as backups. Besides, there's always someone awake and alert at the Jacks, and that's pretty close."
"I'm counting on it," Andrew replied.
"Good, good," Liam said. "What kind of timeframe are you thinking to get all this going?"
"I have a few more details to look into, but I'm aiming for a month out."
"Exciting! I miss those days, to be honest. I'm a little too settled and stagnate these days," he admitted.
"Well maybe you can mix it up a little bit and do some of the grocery shopping sometimes," Nora suggested. "That would be something new for you."
"If you want me to, I will, honey, but it's not the same as starting a new enterprise."
"I know, dear. But I have to say I really enjoy seeing you more often now that you aren't doing that anymore."
"You know that's the only reason I retired, sweetheart. It was past time to prove to you that you are worth more to me than the thrill of business."
Despite being happy for them and knowing they had a genuinely strong bond between them, John thought it was a bit too early to handle all this sweetness. Luckily, the conversation turned before he got up to leave.
"And what do you boys have planned for the day?" Nora asked Andrew.
He just shrugged and looked askance to John.
"Alex and Althea's grandmother has a birthday party this afternoon, but I was originally thinking we'd just chill out here until then, if that's still okay."
"Sure!" she agreed. "We can play some more cards after breakfast if you guys are up for it. We still need a tie-breaker game since we each have two wins from yesterday."
"That sounds perfect."
Shortly thereafter, Nora served them some Craisin oatmeal and oranges.
Throughout breakfast and the ensuing card game, John noticed absolutely no awkwardness or uneasiness on Andrew's part and only negligible lingering looks at Andrew on the part of his grandfather.
Before they knew it, it was time to get ready for the party. John and Andrew retreated into their room to shave, shower, and get dressed.
"I do really like your grandparents," Andrew confessed as he fished around his bag for his electric razor.
"You know, I did pick up on that," John said as he slathered his face with cream.
He saw out of the corner of his eye that Andrew turned to look at him oddly. His tone must have been off a bit from the nonchalance he was going for. After a moment, Andrew turned on his face mower and conversation wasn't possible.
John chastised himself as he shaved, telling himself to let go of last night already. It was in the past and he was bound to mess things up if he didn't move on.
They finished at their sinks and were once again ready for the shower at the same time. John turned on the water and got in first, and without missing a beat, Andrew jumped in behind him and shut the door.
John turned to see Andrew grinning at him.
"When in Rome..." he said.
John smiled back.
"Here, let me get your back," Andrew offered.
He promptly soaped up his hands and stroked and caressed John from neck to ankles with them, spending a bit more time than necessary on his hairy derriere.
"How are you feeling down here?" he asked as he massaged John's crack and teased the little hole in the middle.
"Just a little butt-hurt," John confessed, not managing to avoid adding a little honest innuendo for Andrew to pick up if he wanted to.
Andrew seemed to miss it entirely.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have been so rough on you yesterday."
"Whatever," John retorted. "That was some hot sex!"
"You think so?" asked Andrew.
"Hell yes," John said vehemently. "That's the way sex should be: intense."
"As long as it's mixed with a good amount of sensual," Andrew opined.
"You know it," John agreed. "Just not all the time, or it would be boring."
"Well, we couldn't have that!"
"No!"
"Want some more of that now? Or are you too sore?"
"I don't know if I can handle another round quite yet," John confessed.
"Then I think you should do my back now," Andrew answered suggestively.
"Now? Even with my grandparents just a room away? Are you sure?"
"Kind of makes it hotter, don't you think?"
"You have a point," John acceded. "And it would be a shame to waste this," he said, turning to show how Andrew's ministrations had affected him.
"Definitely a waste," Andrew agreed as he kissed John hard on the mouth and stroked his long hard cock. He broke the kiss and looked John straight in the eye. "Now get my back," he demanded.
"Yes sir," replied John with a smile.
Andrew turned around and John slathered him with soap, stroking and caressing his entire body before kneading the tidy little melons before him. He used a finger, then a thumb, then two fingers to massage the cute pink ring open. His other hand jacked up his cock to full stature before pulling his fingers out of Andrew's hole.
In one last reaction to last night, he mimicked Andrew's move from the day before and thrust his raging cock deep inside Andrew with one hard push.
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