Summer Landscaping Bonus

I laid beside Joe for a long time, listening to his breath as he relaxed after our fuck. I was looking at his side profile, so handsome and masculine. His nose was straight, the perfect size for his face. His jawline strong, now in a trim looking beard mustache combination. His hair was messy after our romp in bed, but it was so fucking sexy I just wanted to run my hands through it. My hand was resting on his beefy pec, with his own big paw holding my hand on top of it. His eyes were closed, and he had a slight smile on his lips. Mmmm. Those lips.

I was laying on my side facing his solid built body. My eyes roamed down, taking him in from the side. His chest raising and lowering with his breathing, our hands rising and falling with it. His abs were flat, his cock resting on it, now a bit deflated and hanging to the right, looking at me. His hair was so light and fine on top of his chest and down his abs that it was almost not there. His sides were smooth, as was the space at the top of his legs. His back and ass were smooth I knew from my touch. My eyes roamed over his legs, which were huge. The biggest, thickest muscular legs I have ever seen on a man. He had his right leg bent, and his ankle was resting over top of his left leg. I was raised up on my left arm, just admiring this man. This “Bonus” man.

His eyes opened and he turned his head to me, leaning over immediately to kiss me softly.

“Are you staring at me?” He said quietly.

I nodded in between kisses. “Yes, and I must say I am quite enjoying it.”

He turned sideways so he was facing me, our hands coming unglued. His hand moved to my back, while mine found his waist. He pulled me into his body close, so his cock was pushing up against mine and my face was at his chest just under his neck. He rested his chin on top of my head. “That was more than I expected.” He said quietly.

“Me too.” I responded, so quietly I wasn’t even sure he heard me.

He kissed the top of my head and said, “Be right back” and pushed himself up and away from me. I watched his big back as he got off the bed, then stared at his perfectly sculpted meaty ass as it moved away from me, to the bathroom. I listened to him take a piss (God even his stream sounded manly!) and then he returned from the en-suite and held up a finger, indicating that I not move as he disappeared out the bedroom door.

He returned with the meat and cheese board and the bottle of wine. He put the bottle down first, then placed the board down on the bed and came and sat down beside me, still naked. I leaned over and sat up beside him, crossing my legs. We were face to face, our knees touching, sitting naked, smiling like two goofballs at each other.

He grabbed the glasses from his dresser where I had placed them when he carried me into the bedroom initially and refilled one glass of wine and handed it to me and then poured himself one. He raised his glass again to me and said, “That was incredible little buddy.”

I took a sip as he did. “You are one hot fucking man Joe.”

I grabbed a piece of cheese and started to eat, staring at this hunk in front of me.

“How am I supposed to keep cutting your fields now and keeping my hands off you when you drive up?!” I giggled.

He took a big gulp of wine and gave an “AH” sound as he drank. “Who says you have to?” and gave me that sexy smile of his. He leaned over the board and kissed me. I could see his cock thickening. What a man.

“Trust me I won’t.” I looked at him, so manly sitting there cross legged, in the buff, eating meat and cheese beside me. “I’m not sure I want to leave tonight.” I said quietly.

He smiled at me and took a drink, keeping his eyes locked on mine. Even quieter, he said, “Who says you have to?”

I smiled. “Tomorrow’s Friday. We both have to work.”

He shrugged his massive shoulders. “So. Can you grab your work stuff on the way in? I’ve got a new toothbrush I haven’t opened yet. Just went to the dentist.” He smiled in a big toothy grin, showing off his white straight teeth.

I looked down, embarrassed. “I’ve never stayed overnight…with a guy….before.”

“Me either.” He said after a moment. “Well look at us, doing things we’ve never done before.” He said sexily. He picked up a piece of cheese and fed it to me slowly. “I want you to, if you want to.”

Before I could even think, I blurted out, “I do want to.”

“Good.” He leaned over me again and planted a deep kiss, his thick tongue entering my mouth seductively. Then he leaned back, moving his legs out of his cross-legged sitting position and sprawled out on his side, facing me with his one arm holding his head up. I looked at his flexed bicep and took a deep breath. Laying in front of me naked was the man of my dreams. And he had a sudden twinkle in his eye at the prospect of a sleepover with me. I felt it too.

“I take it you live here alone?” I asked, smiling foolishly.

He laughed out loud. “Um, yeah.” He was even sexy and hot as he laughed. He looked up at me with those perfectly colored brown eyes. “And you are home from university, living with your parents, working your ass off to pay for it?”

I nodded. “Yes. Well my parents as in my mom and her husband. And I guess you could say I’m really working my ass off now, aren’t I?”

“You just wait little buddy.” He winked at me.

I took a sip of wine and cautiously asked, “Can I ask how old you are?” I looked up at him. I didn’t want him to worry or think it was wrong, because he could have said any number and it wouldn’t have mattered.

He pursed his lips as if he was wondering if he should tell me the truth, then simply said, “38.” He waited for my reaction.

“That’s a sexy number.” I moaned simply and smiled.

“And you’re 21.” He stated, and I nodded. “Am I too old for you?” he asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, definitely not,” I said quickly. “In fact, I prefer it…” I uncrossed my legs and stretched out to match his position, the food between us, my arm propped up in a similar way facing him, each of us holding our wine glasses. “But you, big guy, are the hottest 38 year old I know.”

He blushed a little and took a swig of wine. “You hang out with a lot of 38 year olds do you??” he giggled at me. My God he was sexy. “Well, right now I feel like I’m 19 again and could fuck you all night long.” His cock was thickening, not fully erect, but on its way again. Joe was all man, whether 19 or 38, and I was already thinking about how he was going to fuck me again. “What are you studying at school?” He asked, sipping the wine again.

I told him about my university, what I was taking, what career I was looking for, how I was working the summer as much as I could because I was paying my own way as my mom was not exactly making a lot of money and neither was my “new stepfather.” I talked about the girls I had dated, the limited experiences I had had with guys. I talked easily. Comfortably. And he listened to every word, asking me questions along the way, laughing with me, and just taking me all in.

“Why is someone who looks like you single?” I finally asked. He laughed out loud and rocked back a little bit, finishing his glass of wine and grabbing the bottle. He leaned over to top mine up and poured himself another glass. “I mean LOOK AT YOU!” I giggled. “Anyone would be lining up to have you. You’re so fucking sexy and smart and nice…” I looked into his eyes and he returned the gaze.

“Easy now. I’m a sure thing so you don’t have to butter me up anymore.” He winked at me. “Well,” he said through a very deep breath, “Currently single because I haven’t found anyone that interests me enough to be honest.” He raised an eyebrow at me, gave me that half smile that lifted the corner of his mustache up a bit, but continued on, “I was married before.” I raised my eyebrow this time. He nodded and continued, “Yeah, for a bit before she took off with my best friend. Well, my EX best friend.” He rolled his eyes.

He told me all about how he dated his first wife in high school. They were THE couple. He played football (obviously!) and she was the ‘attached-to-him-popular-girl.’ He went to university for engineering (a SMART football player!!) and found a job through an internship with the Hydro company in his final year and they hired him when he graduated at the age of 25. He married his high school sweetheart at 27 and after four years of marriage, she left him for his best friend Rob. He didn’t have any kids, although the reason she left him was she got pregnant by Rob. He knew it wasn’t his because they hadn’t had sex for a few months at that point, so she ran off, knowing that she was caught. It was his friend since high school, a teammate of his on the football team. Rob was now a cop, so Joe figured there was something going on all along and the idea of him being a cop just intrigued her more he figured. He admitted it was devastating, but he was already realizing how much he was into guys. He had lost interest in her anyway, hence the lack of sex for a few months, so in the end he knew it was for the best. He did add that Rob had been fucking her for a while, all the way back to high school. So that was it for their friendship, and his marriage.

I listened, seeing the hurt in his eyes as he talked about his ex-wife and friend, even though he was trying his hardest to dismiss it. “So, are you, like, ‘out’?” I asked trying to deflect his thoughts.

He shook his head. “Nah not really. I keep it to myself, you know? I mean I don’t hide it, but I’m not telling anyone. My parents don’t know. My sister knows and she thinks it’s hilarious.”

“Why?” I asked, finding myself smiling along with him at this comment.

“Oh, she thinks I’m the total opposite of being ‘gay’ so anyone that would look at me would go ‘no fucking way!’” He added the last part in a dumb jock tone of voice.

“Well, LOOK AT YOU!” I playfully punched his shoulder. “I never suspected you would be. You’re all big and solid and straight looking!” I took another drink of wine, feeling totally at ease with this big naked man beside me. He was lighting up, much different than the serious masculine man in the truck. Now he was relaxed, playful, and funny.

He told me that any guys he’s hooked up with have been pretty shallow, in it for a fuck with a guy like him, all about the muscle and being dominated. Most like the fuck, then that’s it. Joe was looking for a relationship. But no one has ever piqued his interest enough to explore one.

“What about you? Are you…uh, out?” He asked after spilling his guts to me.

I shook my head. “I don’t even know what I am yet. Straight? Gay? Bi? I don’t know. I mean, I have sex with girls. Lots, actually.” I hesitated. “Okay not lots, but SOME.” He laughed at me, but I kept going. “Just sort of started with guys after my first experience when I was 18. There haven't been many guys. I only sort of grew into my looks when I was 19. But I’ll be honest, I do love cock!” He watched me while he took another drink. “And you my man, have got a very nice one.” I looked up into his smiling eyes. “But with you honestly, there’s more than just a cock…I was drawn to you from the start.”

I told him about my first time with my baseball coach. And how that developed and then ended suddenly. And how I’ve only had a few experiences since then.

“But I’ll be honest,” I said and then paused, looking down into my glass. I hesitated and could feel emotions coming over me.

He leaned down to look at me. “What?” He asked quietly, taking his head off his arm and placing his hand on top of mine that was holding my wine. I felt the heat from his hands, the sudden warmth of him on me at that moment.

“I’ve never felt like this so quickly before.” I didn’t look at him. Sort of said it into my glass. I took another drink, breaking his hold on my hand, and looking for courage from the wine. “I mean, I’ve had hot sex before, even with guys that looked like you, don’t get me wrong! But this…” I looked up at him then. His eyes were fixed on me.

He leaned up and took my glass from me and placed them back on the nightstand. He grabbed the food tray and moved off the bed and placed it on his dresser. I stared at his muscular back and meaty round ass as he did. Then he turned to me and got back onto the bed, moving right up beside me, his big strong hand coming to rest on my waist. He moved right in, face to face with me and kissed me, softly, just on the lips. He rested his forehead against mine, and I heard him take in a deep breath. Then without a word, he kissed me again, hard, his tongue slipping in between my lips to find mine. I breathed in deeply this time and pressed up against his body. My smooth chest nuzzling up against his hard, lightly hairy pecs. My cock pressed into his abs while his pressed against my leg. Fuck he was tall! I felt his leg move over on top of mine, the weight of his tree trunk thighs pushing down on me. His hand moved down my waist to my ass, cupping both my cheeks in his big soft paw. He broke our kiss and his head moved into my neck, where he kissed it a couple times, then pulled me into him for a giant bear hug. His cock was rock hard again, and his hips were moving against me to grind it hard against my leg.

“I know.” I heard him say into my neck. He kissed it again, then my shoulder, then his mouth was at my ear. “I know exactly how you feel Brian.” He flicked his tongue into my ear, and then pulled away to lick his hand, moving it down to his cock. His leg moved in between my legs, and after lubing his cock with his own spit, lifted my left leg straight up into the air as he pushed his cock towards my hole. I responded by pushing back, up against him, helping him find my tight little entry way as his mouth found mine again. I was still on my side, Joe on his, pushing his cock into me. “I need to be inside you again.” He moaned into my mouth as his cock head found the spot, and I opened up easily for him, taking him all in me as he pulled me closer, then closer, as close as we could get to one another. He held my leg up in the air as he started to thrust into me. My head slipped a bit below his neck as he did because he was so fucking tall compared to me. I buried my face into his chest and neck as he fucked me, his grip on the inside of my knee strong and tight, his cock easing into my ass as if it was now molded for his cock.

He fucked me steadily for a while in that position, occasionally reaching down to kiss me. He had me wrapped into him, his arm tightly embracing me, while he held my leg up and open for his cock to fuck me gently but deep. I was licking and kissing and biting whatever piece of hard flesh I could reach – his hard shoulders, his meaty chest, his thick neck, his bearded chin. I was enjoying just tasting his flesh and licking the salty sweat off of him as he pumped his cock into me.

Then he let go of my leg and grabbed my thick unattended cock. “I want you to cum with me.” He moaned as he started jerking my cock. I arched my back, suddenly so turned on at the feel of his giant hand on my dick. I reached down and grabbed my cock over top of his hand. He repositioned his hand so both our hands were on me and we jerked it together, his hand matching my rhythm. He picked up the pace with his own cock drilling, pumping and thrusting into me. I knew he was close as his other arm gripped me into him tighter and tighter.

“I’m cumming!” he growled and bucked into me so hard it made me shoot another load out of me easily, as he grunted loudly and continued to release into my ass once again. My ass was slick from all his cum, both the first time and now this one which felt just as massive a load. As he slowed, he released his grip from my cock and pulled my face upwards to kiss me deeply. I was stuck to his body with our sweat and my cum, his big massive arm holding me tight against him as his other arm wrapped around my shoulders. I was being squeezed as he kissed me, as if he could pull me deep inside him. My hand reached around under his arms to his big solid back, grabbing at his muscles trying to do the same. We broke our kiss and just lay there in each other’s arms, letting our breath return to normal, as my ear pressed against his pec listened to the beating of his heart.

The rhythm of his heart became my music. The soft pounding reverberated against my cheek. His cock was shrinking, but was still lodged in my ass. My leg was draped over his, his leg bent up into me between mine. Our feet touched. His head was resting on the top of mine. I closed my eyes and smiled. Taking it all in as I drifted off to sleep in my giant man’s arms.