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The Man with the Jeep
Chapter 66
Andrew gasped despite himself. Unlike last night, John felt absolutely huge. Andrew must have been super relaxed for it to have seemed so different in bed. He definitely felt stuffed this time and had trouble catching his breath.
John left him no time to adjust before pulling out and sliding back in again.
Andrew willed himself to open up and that helped, but he knew he was going to be feeling this one for a while. He adjusted himself a little with every stroke, trying to find the best angle, but no matter what he did, John still felt enormous.
John's hands on his hips held him in place, so there was only so much he could do anyway. It didn't matter. His man was drilling him hard, and Andrew was up for it.
He figured he'd earned this after yesterday's pounding of John, and he would take his licks.
John was grunting from behind him like an animal in heat, and that made it that much hotter. He tried to push back, but even then, John kept him pretty much where he was. Despite the pressure of the massive dick inside him and the lack of control, Andrew was loving it.
"Yeah, John," he moaned. "Fuck me!"
John obliged with a continued onslaught on the beautiful ass in front of him until he was past the point of no return.
"I'm going to load you up now," he growled.
"Yeah!" panted Andrew. "Seed me!"
Andrew felt the huge fuck pole surge even larger inside him, threatening to tear him open before John pushed it in so deep that Andrew could feel John's balls mash against his perineum.
At the same time, one of John's hands reached around his waist and the other around his chest and over his shoulder, drawing Andrew into the tightest embrace ever.
He could feel each pulse of cum shoot through the length of John's cock before it escaped into his rectum. Andrew would swear he could taste it in the back of his mouth.
Even after he stopped spewing his personal lava, John still held him incredibly tight to the point that Andrew had to work to draw breath.
His own cock was so hard that it hurt, and Andrew didn't dare touch it.
"DamnÉ" exclaimed John finally.
"You took the word right out of my mouth," Andrew gasped. "Along with my breath."
"Oh!" said John, instantly loosening his hold on Andrew. "My bad! I guess I got a little carried away."
"At least you took me with you," Andrew quipped.
"I love you," John said in his ear with a nice genuine hug from behind.
"I love you too," Andrew replied. "Though I think we'd better get a move on, right?"
"Oh! Yeah, though I can't say the party will be anywhere near as nice as this."
"If only we could see each other after the party," Andrew joked.
"Yeah yeah yeah," John said, letting go of him again. "You're right."
They climbed out of the shower, dried off, and got dressed before they were at the sinks again finishing up.
"Is the party back in town?" Andrew asked.
"Yeah, they always have their parties at the restaurant since it's a good-sized space and can accommodate the whole family. Every party is a big deal and nearly everyone shows up every time. It must be a Greek thing."
"Sounds fun."
"It'll be crazy," John confirmed. "You ready to roll?"
"Yeah, just need to grab my things."
They gathered the last of their stuff into the bags and went back out into the great room where Grandpa Liam and Gram Nora were sitting together watching an old black and white movie on an impossibly large screen that Andrew didn't remember seeing before.
When they saw the boys come out of their room, they paused the show as they stood up to see them off. "Thank you so much for letting us hang out with you," Andrew said. "It was great meeting you and getting to know you both."
"The pleasure was all ours, young man," Nora said as she reached out to give him a hug. "We hope to see you again soon."
"I'd like that," Andrew confessed.
"Good!" added Liam. "Because we've decided to stay here for a bit and would love to have you back. Plus, I'd be happy to help any way I can in your little venture, so please don't hesitate to call me."
"Thank you," Andrew said gratefully. "Though I don't have yourÉ" he trailed off as Liam pulled a little metal card from his pocket.
"Where's your phone, son?"
Andrew fished it out of his pocket and Liam tapped it lightly with the card.
"There you are," he said. "All my info is right there. Call me anytime; I'd love to help."
Andrew looked at his phone to see Liam's contact information and personal website along with a nice professional picture that had all been loaded right into his phone with the tap.
"And yes," Nora added. "I'm fine with that tooÑas long as you don't suck him away for days at a time."
"I won't," Andrew promised.
"I'm sure you won't, dear. Now you boys go have fun at the party and tell them best wishes from us too, won't you Johnny?"
"Of course!" John agreed.
"And one last thing," Liam said.
"Yeah?" asked John.
"Could you pull my car in when you leave?"
"Of course! Is the key in its usual place?"
"Always."
"I'll take care of it."
"Thanks, Johnny."
John gave his grandfather a tilt of the head in acknowledgment before he and Andrew headed for the inclinator doors.
They opened automatically as they approached, and they stepped in.
John said "Go" and the doors automatically closed again before the lift began its descent.
"Wait," said Andrew. "This thing is voice activated?"
"Yeah," John replied a little quizzically. "You didn't notice that on the way up?"
"I guess not," he admitted.
"Well, there was a lot of stuff to see," John offered.
"That must be it," Andrew said slowly.
The doors slid open again when they reached the lower level and they stepped out into the long display corridor with its array of silver machines leading to the exit.
"It will be good to see Althea again," Andrew said. "She seemed really nice."
"And don't forget Alex," John replied.
"Alex?"
"Yeah, Alex. Althea's brother. The three of us were inseparable growing up."
"Then I look forward to meeting him too."
"`Looking forward toÑ?' Oh! You're right! You didn't meet him at the restaurant when we ate there, did you?"
"Not as far as I know. The only person I met was Althea. She was pretty and bailed you out of jail once."
John laughed. "I see I'm not the only one paying attention."
"In my defense, it's not every day I get to hear a story like that one."
"I suppose not," John agreed.
By then, they had reached the Quonset hut part of the garage, and John hit the door button before reaching for a small door set into the wall.
He popped the door open and grabbed the keys inside.
They plopped their bags in the bag of John's BMW and climbed in before John backed it out.
"Be right back," he said to Andrew before getting back out to pull an enormous deep red sedan that Andrew didn't recognize into the spot he had just vacated. He disappeared back into the garage for a moment before the door began to close and Andrew spied him coming around from the side of the building.
He climbed back in and once his seatbelt was buckled, he turned back to Andrew.
"I think we're finally ready to go," he announced as if it was a revelation. "Need to stop anywhere along the way, or shall we just head over?"
Andrew shrugged. "I don't need anything, so let's go."
"Aye, captain!" John said with a smile and away they went.
Once they were back on the road, John glanced over at Andrew again.
"I can't believe you haven't met Alex yet."
"Nope."
"You are way overdue then," he said ruefully.
"What's the big deal?"
"I guess nothing," John admitted with a laugh. "But he IS my best friend and has been since we were five. He's probably mad that Thea met you and he hasn't yet."
"I thought she was your best friendÉ"
"She's my second bestie for sure, but I'm a little closer to Alex."
"Should I be worried?"
"Of course not! Why would you even think that?"
"Maybe he's super jealous. What then?"
"Oh my God, Andrew! Relax already! You'll be fine. He's cool."
"Okay."
"Did I mention we've been friends since we were five? We wouldn't be if he weren't super cool. He stuck with me despite all the crap I went through, and it couldn't have been easy. Sometimes when I was at my worst, he would just come over to make me dinner, force me to eat some of it, and sit with me in silence for hours."
"Is he that bad of a cook?"
"Huh? Oh! No, I just wasn't in the mood to eat anything. He's a fantastic cook. In fact, that's probably why you didn't see him at the restaurant: he's in charge of the kitchen there."
"Well, it will be nice to meet him then."
"It will," John assured him. "I know you guys will hit it off."
"And whose birthday is it again?"
"Alex and Althea's YaYa. She must be about a hundred now."
"Whoa!"
"Yeah, she's super sweet but still feisty as hell."
"She sounds cool."
"She is. You'll like her."
It wasn't long before they arrived and made their way inside.
John was immediately barraged with hellos and hugs and little kids showing him their treasures and new special skills from cartwheels to crossing their eyes to memorized poems. He was clearly accepted as part of the family, and as his boyfriend, Andrew was swept into the chaos right along with him. It was a rambunctious family with very few quiet ones to be found. It wasn't long before they all settled down just a bit to focus on YaYa herself.
Just as John had described, she had a sharp wit and tongue, but her heart of gold was on full display. At 98, she was always in the middle of all the commotion.
As much as she enjoyed being in the midst of everything, she didn't seem as comfortable being the actual center of attention, quickly and loudly proclaiming that it was past time to eat after about ten minutes of sitting through accolades and well-wishing.
The cheers from the children assured her victory, and the food was quickly brought out. Heaps and heaps of it was set out and the horde descended on it like ravenous wolves.
Andrew and John managed to fill their plates (with what, Andrew wasn't entirely sure) and find a smaller table at the fringe of the room. They were soon joined by Althea in a pretty summer dress that somehow looked contemporary despite its floral pattern and a young man who was obviously her brother.
He was dressed in a simple white buttoned shirt and gray slacks and had the same exotic coloring as she did with dark curly hair, olive skin, and piercing blue eyes. His smile activated stunning dimples and revealed nearly perfect white teeth. Yes, Andrew decided, this guy could be a model if he wanted to be.
"So, you're the Andrew I've heard so much about!" he said after John officially introduced him. "So glad to finally meet you! I was beginning to think I was on the outs," he said with a humorously pointed look at John.
"If it's any consolation, I've heard of you quite a bit too," Andrew replied, stretching the truth just a bit. "It's nice to put a face to the name."
"The real question is whether he's told you any stories of what kind of trouble we'd get into," Alex said with a smile.
Andrew shook his head. "Not yet, he hasn't."
"Really? That's a shame, because we have some good stories, let me tell you."
"Oh yeah?"
"Oh yeah! The hard part is knowing where to begin!"
"I think he said you've been friends since you were five?" Andrew asked.
"Sounds about right," Alex confirmed. "It started when one of his older brothers kicked a ball over the fence and then sent Johnny over to get it back. My mom had me take him to the back yard to find it, and when we did, I kicked it back over and (accidentally) hit his brother in the head with it. We've been fast friends ever since," he said, smiling broadly.
"You really hit him in the head?"
"I didn't actually see it," confessed Alex. "And I certainly didn't mean to, but judging by how pissed he was, I'm pretty sure I did."
"Awesome."
"Served him right for making me do his dirty work anyway," interjected John.
"Just after that was when we realized we were all in the same grade," said Althea.
"Wait," Andrew interrupted. "All three of you were in the same grade?"
"Yeah," confirmed Althea, waving at Alex. "We're twins."
"Oh! That makes sense."
"You're right," said Alex as an aside to John. We're going to have to work hard to pull one over on him, aren't we?"
"I told you," said John with all the air of a proud papa.
"Don't worry," Althea said, putting a hand on Andrew's arm. "Whatever they have cooking up in their brains, they're usually harmless bits of fun. They both know I'll smother them in their sleep if they hurt someone."
"Mama Thea be talkin'É" said Alex with a funny drawl.
"That's her game after all," piped in John.
"You know I back up what I say. I've got bigger balls than both of you, and you know it!"
"Yes, Mama," Alex and John said in unison with mock humility.
She was about to dish back another retort, but a niece ran up to the table just then.
"Auntie Thea, come see!" she pleaded excitedly, grabbing Althea's hand to pull her away.
"My public is calling," she said with a smile. "But this isn't over. I'll be back." Then she let the little one lead her away.
"She seems like she might just live up to her billing," Andrew observed.
"Oh, she does," Alex hurriedly agreed. "You do NOT want to cross her. Ever."
"Noted," chuckled Andrew. "If she's queen bee, does that make you the king?"
"Hardly," snorted Alex. "She thinks we're her minions."
"Let's face it, Alex," said John with a smile. "We really kind of are."
"I know," admitted Alex. "But we can't let her know we know. You know?"
"Exactly."
"Hey look, Uncle Giorgio is waving me over," said Alex. "Probably about the food. I'll be right back."
Andrew watched him make is way to Uncle Giorgio for a minute before turning back to John.
"So you and Alex used to get into trouble all the time?"
"I prefer the term `mischief' if you don't mind," replied John with a smirk. "And really it was all three of us, but Thea somehow managed to get away without being caught most of the time. I still don't know how she did it besides batting her eyes and pleading ignorance even though it was usually her idea."
"The masterminds always get off scot-free," Andrew said. "Everyone knows that."
"Now that you mention it, I suppose you're right," John replied with a sigh. "But it was worth it: she always had awesome ideas."
"Did she?"
"She did. Like once we had a teacher who loved to give us tests and long quizzes because she always wanted us to be quiet. And every time, Miss Olivia would blithely start typing something on her computer that was one of those old ones with the really loud keyboards that were super distracting when you're trying to think. She was kinda spacey, so we started calling her Miss Oblivia. She kept it up even after we complained that it made it hard to concentrate. In fact, I swear she attacked the keys harder after we brought it up. Thea finally got fed up with it and while everyone else was at recess, she had me and Alex glue all the keys down. Let me tell you, Miss Oblivia was pissed! Of course she got a new keyboard by the very next class, but it was a newer one that was much quieter. So ultimately we won, though she hated me and Alex forever after that."
"But not Althea?"
"Like I said, no one believed sweet little Thea would do such a thing, so we got in trouble for lying on top of it all even though we weren't."
"Funny!"
"Now it is, but it wasn't then!"
"I can imagine," Andrew laughed. "Before you tell me another story, where's the restroom here?"
John pointed over to one side of the kitchen.
"It's right around that corner on the right."
"Thanks, I'll be right back."
"I'll be right here waiting for you with bated breath," John answered brightly.
Andrew rolled his eyes. "Drama queen," he said, sticking his tongue out a little bit as he got up from the table.
Andrew found the restroom without trouble and pushed the door open and walked in before he realized it was already occupied.
Standing at the urinal with the front of his trousers folded back, Alex was arching his back and stretching his long lean frame enough to expose his midriff. Andrew saw the treasure trail on his almost too-perfect abs leading down to a trimmed bush above the most beautiful uncut penis he'd ever seen.
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