Summer Landscaping Bonus

I opened my eyes and adjusted to the darkness. I could hear Joe’s heavy breathing beside me. I looked at the clock, 6:13am. Joe was sleeping beside me on his bed on his back, his left arm extended and under me as I used his bicep and the crook of his elbow as my pillow. His muscular arm both feeling so hard and soft at the same time against my cheek. His other hand was resting on top of his chest, in the middle of his two giant pecs. The outline of him caught my breath as I stared at his sleeping body. I rolled over gently so as not to wake him, facing him. 

I was suddenly wide awake, realizing this would be the last time I would get to sleep next to him for a while. I was dreading this day, having to leave for four months. “It’s just four months.” He had said to me the other day. “It’ll be Christmas before you know it.” He tried to convince us both. I wondered if I could last four months, let alone a whole year until next summer when we could pick up where we left off like this – me practically moving in with him. My parents not really caring where I was all the time. But as I lay there, looking at his profile, I also wondered if I could face the world with this older man on my arm. Was I ready for it?  

My hand started to lightly trace his shoulder. I looked at his face, so handsome and peaceful sleeping there. His trimmed beard masking his strong jawline but giving it that rugged look. His nose outlined against the morning incoming light straight and long, his long dark eyelashes beside it. His lips were slightly apart, full and red in between his dark mustache and beard. I stared at his profile as my finger moved up and down his round muscled shoulder, over his lightly hairy pec and running along his perfectly round pink nipple. His body was solid under my touch, his hair soft as I moved downward over his rippling stomach. The sheet was pulled just up over his groin, hiding his enormous meat underneath. I smiled as my finger moved back up, his breath still deep as he continued his slumber. I was content to just lay there, watching him sleep, running my fingers up and down his sculpted body. I traced down his abs, rippling along his body to the v-shaped muscle at his thigh that I loved so much.  

It was almost 7:30am when I had my full of watching him, my hands having explored every inch of his body with my light touch. I quietly moved away from him and slid off the bed. His breathing lightened a bit and I crept carefully to his bathroom trying not to wake him completely. I did my usual morning routine in there, and came back out to look at him, still on his back, still out from the exhausted day he had yesterday, and the marathon fucking we had until early this morning. He deserved a rest. 

His left leg was out on top of the sheet, and I stared at its size. Big tree trunk thighs, carved calf muscle, wide smooth feet. I resisted getting back in bed on this side of him to feel his legs and feet. I could have crawled up on top of him once again to have him make love to me. Instead, I let him keep sleeping and crept out to the kitchen to put on coffee.  

I wandered around quietly, taking in his house, trying to memorize his stuff, the feeling of his place, the smell of him everywhere, and the pictures he had around his home. He was a very private person, with practically no pictures other than his parents and sister, her husband and their two kids. A few photos of him with some of his university friends, all guys. He looked such the straight type. You would never guess by looking at him, or in any of these pictures that he would be into someone like me. Likewise, I thought, no one would ever guess I would be so into him. And yet here we were. Two stupid fools in love afraid to tell the world.  

I silently stepped into the backyard onto the deck. I picked up the towels on the deck, still wet from our tryst outside the hot tub last night, where we confessed our thoughts to be married. He had picked me up and carried me to bed after that, both of us hiding our faces in each other’s necks so we wouldn’t see the other’s tears. We fell asleep still wrapped up together. Exhausted. Spent. Relieved that we were both feeling the same thing. If only the world would get on board and officially announce that what we wanted WAS legal and real. Not just a dream or a longing.  

I spread the towels over the railing and covered the hot tub which we left open last night in our lust for each other. It was a warm morning as I stood sipping my coffee in just my cotton shorts, looking over his private yard. I wondered if his neighbors knew about us, having seen me so often here in the last few months. Or heard us as we fucked like animals on a daily basis. And for the first time, I didn’t really care what others thought.  

I was lost in thought when I heard the sliding door and turned to see Joe coming out onto the deck with his coffee in hand, wearing only a pair of shorts too, his chest puffing up as he took in a big breath of air. Hunky as always, he made me smile as his muscled body moved towards me, his own smile lighting the way. 

“Good morning sexy,” he murmured as he bent down to kiss me. “Why didn’t you wake me?” 

I leaned back over his railing. “You looked too good sleeping to wake. So, I just stared at you for a while, and then decided I needed coffee.” I smiled up at his soulful eyes. “What time is it?” 

“Just after 8:30am” He stretched up tall, so tall beside me, one arm reaching up into the sky before falling down on my shoulders and hugging me into him. “I haven’t slept this late in a while.” His deep voice was scratchy, matching the fact that he’d been partying all day and night. “You must have worn me out last night!” He glanced over at the hot tub and the deck floor with a raised eyebrow, noticing that I had tidied up a bit. “I can honestly say I’ve never fucked anyone outdoors on my deck before.” 

I blushed and pressed my body up beside him. “It was that tux that got me going.”  

He laughed out loud. “Yes, true!” He took a sip from his mug. “If I had known the effect that would have on you, I would have dressed up a long time ago…” then he paused, “…not that it would have mattered actually because I can’t stop fucking you.” He growled at me, pulling me in tighter and kissing the top of my head.  

I groaned into his chest. “I almost woke you up this morning to ride you, you looked so hot sleeping there.”  

He chuckled again. “I would have loved that.” His cock was already bulging in his shorts. “How much time do we have till your friend comes?” he asked quietly.  

There it was. Our time limit. We were both thinking it, he had the guts to ask.  

“She’s coming here for noon, there abouts.” I said quietly.  

He mimed looking at his watch which wasn’t on his wrist. “Got it. So…three hours. I’ve got time to fuck you a couple more times till then.” He giggled, playfully squeezing me and bumping me with his hips. And before I could stop him, or have a witty come back, I slammed my coffee cup down on the railing and I was burying my face into his chest and hugging him tightly.  

“Oh, hey now,” He whispered, putting his own cup down to hold me back. “I’m just teasing.” He rocked me slowly, his arms wrapped around me. It felt so good to feel his powerful half-naked body next to mine, my face pressed into his hard pecs, my hands holding onto his back muscles. “We don’t have to do anything but this for a while if you want to.” He said quietly. “And…” He pulled me back so he could look down into my watery eyes. “This isn’t goodbye, remember?” 

I nodded. I’ve heard this before from him. But I knew a man that looked like him had lots of options. What would happen when I wasn’t around to distract him from the many other eyes all over him. I saw everyone looking at him at the gym when we worked out together. And I noticed more and more guys looking.  

“I know.” I said simply and pulled away. I didn’t want to hear it anymore, didn’t want to think about it. I grabbed my cup and headed to the sliding door. “Drink up your coffee. I’m going to grab a shower now that you’re up.” I walked inside without looking back, afraid he would see me upset and I would start to cry like a baby once again. I didn’t want him thinking I was that soft and emotional. I wanted to be tough like him. Strong like him.  

I walked straight to the shower, flipped it on, shucked my shorts and stepped inside the large glass door to the tiled room. The stream was still cool as I hadn’t given it enough time to heat up, but I didn’t care. I let it fall over my head, making me shiver a bit as it cascaded down my body, washing away the emotions I was building up. I planted my hands on the shower wall in front of me and hung my head down low as the water heated until I finally calmed down and relaxed.  

I opened my eyes as I heard the shower door open. I turned around to see Joe stepping in. His cock was already hard as he moved towards me. He was smiling at me as he looked at my wet naked body. “You’re not getting away that easily.” His deep voice resonated inside the shower and he bent down to kiss me as his hands moved up my chest and he stepped under the stream.  

I closed my eyes as my cock came to life quickly at his touch, feeling his body get wet around me. I loved this man naked and wet. I broke our kiss and immediately slid down to my knees to grab his cock. I looked at it, so thick, big, hard, before I swallowed it in my mouth, drinking the shower water as I happily took this man’s dick in my mouth. His cock was a perfect specimen, 9 cut inches of thick man meat. I looked up to see him holding the sides of the shower, looking down at me, savoring this moment. I could have stayed like this forever, on my knees, servicing him, making him moan. It’s all I wanted to do. As the water ran down his body, along his cock, I slurped and suck and drank him up, using my hand at the base and squeezing him as I took him in and out of my mouth. He stood there, letting me suck him for a while, until his moans grew louder and louder, reverberating in the shower. 

He picked me up and turned me around to put me under the shower stream, his hands cupping my pecs, his cock pressed against my lower back. He started grinding it into me, as his face was nuzzled into my neck, biting and kissing me, taking in water and spitting it back out over me. My hands were on the shower wall as I felt his cock slide up and down my back, lowering it to my ass cheeks where he started to press inside. But then his strong hands spun me around and he was on his knees, engulfing my cock in his mouth.  

I looked down at this MAN, kneeling at my feet sucking my cock. What a sight to see. But the sensations from his mouth made me let my head fall back, eyes closed as I braced myself against the wall. Joe was all top, but he loved my cock he said. It was a lot like his except an inch smaller, but just as thick. He was always saying what a nice handful it was and was the first cock he thought about sucking all the time. I let him have at it.  

When he finally stood up, he took me with him, lifting me up straight to kiss me. He pushed me back against the wall and grabbed his cock in his hand and guided it to my waiting hole. Pinned against the wall by his body, locked in a kiss, his cock head found my opening, and pressed upwards and directly in. I was still slick from the two loads the previous evening. And after the pummeling I received from him last night, I was still ready for him.  

He pushed all the way in, one thrust, to the base. I gasped as he entered me, that feeling still taking my breath away. I wrapped my legs around him, crossing my ankles behind his back and braced myself as his cock punched my spot already. “Oh, fuck Joe.” I moaned out. I looked into his eyes and nodded, “Oh my God.” I moaned again, hanging on to his wet shoulders and neck. “God yes! Fuck me Joe.” 

He grunted when I said it. He loved hearing me tell him to fuck me. Calling his name. Just as much as I loved saying it. He lowered his hands to my hips as I hung onto him, my burly man. He drove his cock into me, forcing my hips down on him as much as he was pumping up. The water bouncing off us both as we were under the stream. Our moans echoed in the tiled shower. It was hard. It was intense. It was deep.  

He was a powerhouse, fucking me standing up in the shower. I clawed at his back, scratching him as I started shuddering at his thrusts into me. He was hitting my spot and I was already spasming like a woman, moaning out his name as he sank his cock into me deeper and deeper with every thrust. I dug my fingers into his back so hard that he grunted out and clamped his mouth down on my shoulder, biting hard.  

“Fuck yeah scratch me!” He moaned into my shoulder and neck. “I don’t care!” He was suddenly more forceful as he pushed me harder against the wall, releasing a little more of his power as he fucked me.  

I screamed out a "OH FUCK YES JOE!” as we clawed and bit at each other. We’ve never fucked with this fury before, with this desperation. I was shuddering as he lifted me up and down on his cock, my back pressed hard against the wall as the steam filled the shower. The sounds of water splashing off us, our moans, my repeated “fuck Joe” over and over again filled the bathroom.  

He pumped me harder, and I clung to him tighter, biting down on his neck to stifle my screams. My cock was being stroked by his abs and chest as he fucked me against the wall, and I knew he was going to pump my cum out of me again this way. I tightened my grip, clenched my legs around him as my body went into full convulsions.  

“Fuck Joe. I’m gonna cum!” I screamed out. This only added more fuel to his fire, and he grunted loudly and started to fuck me aggressively upwards. 

“Fuck yeah baby, cum for me!” he bellowed. That did it for me, hearing his deep voice egging me on, calling me baby. I arched back in his arms and started spewing my load out into the stream of water. He leaned back holding me against his hips, practically fucking me sideways now and started to convulse himself. Our eyes met and his mouth opened, and I knew it was go time. 

“Here’s another load baby!” He roared out looking directly into my eyes. Then he grinned as his eyes rolled back a bit and he started cumming deep inside me as I hung on to his thick neck, watching his face as he exploded everything he had in him into me, our grunts matching each hard thrust from him.  

He pushed me back up against the wall when he finished, kissing me fiercely and passionately. His cock still hard and throbbing in me. I squeezed my ass around him and hung on to his body tight as we made out. The water rolled down his back, as he regained his composure and his breathing slowed, then he moved me back under the spray too, washing us both down with the heavy stream of water as I sat still impaled on his cock.  

“Holy FUCK!” He yelled out under the water, shaking his head like a dog. Then he tilted his head back and opened his mouth, taking in water, rinsing it in his mouth before spitting it back up like a fountain. He giggled. “I could fuck you all day long. I just may have to carry you to university like this.” He smiled at me, grinding upwards in me so I could still feel how hard his cock was inside me.  

I found myself smiling at the thought. “I wish.”  

He laughed louder. “I know you do! But alas, it would be frowned upon.”  

I punched his chest firmly, still smiling.  

His eyes stared into mine. I watched the water running down his head, moving around him, flattening his hair and making him look even more sexy. He smiled at me, lovingly. “I love it when you smile.”  

I leaned into him and put my head on his shoulder. “I love you.”  

He took in a deep breath when he heard it. “I love you.” Turned me around so that I was more under the spray than he was. “And when you get down there, think of this moment.” He kissed me quickly. “And then you can jerk off to the memory any time you need to!” He winked, and then pulled his cock out of my clenched ass and set me down. He turned around to wash his face and I smacked his perfect ass. 

“You think I’m done with you? We still have a couple hours to go old man.” 

He spun around and grabbed me, spinning me quickly around and pinning my arms against my own chest. “Give me five minutes to reload and I’ll pound you for two hours straight if you want.” He nibbled at my ear as he said it, giggling, which only made me smile more.  

“We just may have to then!” I laughed, as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, causing me to scream like a girl.  

He held me up like a fireman carry over his shoulder and smacked my ass under the water. “Be careful what you wish for! I’d hate to see you unable to sit in the car for your drive because I fucked you too long.” 

“Okay okay! Put me down!” I laughed, amazed at his strength once again.  

He plopped me down in front of him and handed me the soap. “Now scrub your man clean.” He giggled and turned around.  

I stared at his perfect ass, and then up his broad muscled back. I let out a groan and started to rub the soap on his lower back. I looked up across his shoulders and saw the marks. “Oh oh.” 

He turned his head back at me looking down. “What?” 

I rubbed my hand gently over the top of his back, across the expanse of his shoulders and felt the red finger scratches. “I think I may have left a mark or two on you.” I said sheepishly. 

“Oh really??” he smiled. “Good! I loved the feel of you clawing at me. Glad you left your mark.” He winked at me and spread his legs and put his arms on the wall in front of him. “Now get those soapy hands on me little man.”  

I happily obliged.