Summer Landscaping Bonus

Joe’s hand came on my knee under the table and gave it a quick squeeze. Just that touch alone calmed me. He didn’t have to look at me, nor I at him, to know that this touch was Joe’s way of saying “Thank you” at this moment. 

We were still sitting at the dining room table at his sister Julia’s house for our Boxing Day dinner. Julia’s husband Vince sat at one end of the table, Julia at the other. Joe and I were beside each other on one side of the table, with Joe’s dad sitting beside him and next to Julia. On the opposite side of the table were Julia’s two kids, and Vince’s youngest brother Anthony, a thirty-year old Italian bachelor who had nothing to do on Boxing Day.  

Dinner was finished, the kids had disappeared, and the adults were all sitting at the table continuing to sip drinks. Joe’s hand on my knee told me that I had survived dinner, and he was simply happy to be sitting next to me with his family surrounding us.  

Julia was a beautiful woman at 41, my size at 5’9” and had a toned fit body for her age. Between the two of them, Joe and Julia were a striking pair of Italian children. Julia married well, her high school sweetheart Vince, a year older and a former athlete. Even though his hair had receded back so that he shaved it all, and his gut from years of eating and drinking were obviously visible, I could tell how hot he must have been. He had aged fairly well though, keeping his athletic physique besides the effects of old age. But he was nothing compared to my Joe. 

Vince’s youngest brother Anthony had joined us for dinner. He was only thirty, but was also inheriting the receding hairline. He had yet to gain weight, but the genes were clear in their Italian family as well, as Anthony was a big beefy masculine sort of guy. He kept his head shaved short, his face clean shaven but with that constant dark shadow on his face, and his body seemed solid and thick underneath his bulky sweater and loose fitting jeans. And every now and then I caught him looking at both Joe and me in a lingering sort of way. 

I found myself answering a lot of questions as I sipped on my water, allowing Joe to drink with his family so that I could drive us home. I talked about school, what I was studying, how many years I had left, and what I hoped to do after graduating. I heard Joe talk about his work, and his prospects within the company in terms of promotions. And when the talk turned to “us” Joe’s hand landed on my knee under the table. 

Julia was all beaming and supportive, Joe Senior too. Vince listened intently, not saying much. And Anthony just sort of smirked at us when no one was looking. It was awkward talking about our relationship with this family I didn’t know, when I hadn’t even talked to my own. But as I sat, feeling safe beside Joe, I relaxed into the conversation more and more. 

“I spotted him in the middle of the field one day in the summer.” I heard Joe answer his father’s question about how we met. “And I just sort of stopped short.” I felt his hand squeeze my knee again. 

Julia was smiling wide. The same sort of extensive grin her brother shared with her. “Must have been those eyes.” She winked at me.  

Joe laughed and turned to look at me, his eyes meeting my blue-green eyes. “Yeah they are killer ones aren’t they.” 

I felt myself blush a bit, and took a swig from my cup. “Please.” I mumbled. “He’s the imposing figure.” 

Joe’s father slapped a hand on his son’s shoulder and gaffawed loud. “Well that’s true! I don’t know how he got so big!”  

I met Joe’s gaze with my own, before turning to see Anthony staring at me oddly. I sat up a bit more in my chair as Anthony’s eyes bore into me. I couldn’t tell if he was looking at me with disgust, interest, or something else. 

We talked for another hour, letting our dessert settle in before Julia stood up and started clearing the table. Being brought up right, I jumped up to help as Joe’s father remained at the table talking with Joe and Vince. Surprisingly, Anthony got up to help as well.  

I started bringing in dishes, cups, leftovers to Julia who positioned herself at the sink, while Anthony assisted in the clearing. Occasionally he would make a big show as we almost collided on route or would come a little too close behind me and give a slight “oops” comment. But when I was putting food into containers, he came up behind me to reach over me to grab a lid, and his crotch ground into me, his big hand resting on my shoulder as if to keep me in place. I turned around to give him a look and he winked at me.  

“Sorry about that. Just needed the right size.” He said holding up the lid.  

What the fuck, I thought to myself as I watched him put the lid on the container. The guy was straight, supposedly, but teasing like mad. I sealed all the containers, sliding them along to Anthony without looking at him and moved to help Julia at the sink with the dishes.  

“Thanks Brian, but you don’t have to dry.” She politely offered, but I countered.  

“Please, it’s the least I can do after that spectacular dinner.” She smiled at me and handed me a dry towel. “Beside, standing up helps me digest all that food.” 

“Like you have anything to worry about. Oh, to be 21 again!” She giggled, giving me a slight hip check in congeniality.  

“Says you with the smokin’ bod.” 

She blushed back at me and then turned conspiratorially at me. “I’m so glad you came over. You are a sweetheart.”  

I blushed this time, and eyed Anthony moving around behind us. “Well I try.” 

Julia grabbed more dishes and dumped them in the sink and started washing again. “And thank you.” She whispered. “I’ve never seen Joey this happy. Honestly.” 

I still smiled every time one of his family members called him Joey. “It’s mutual. Trust me. I’m the lucky one.” 

Julia looked behind us to see that the kitchen was empty, Anthony having returned to the dining room leaving us, and me, alone at last. “He was a wreck when Sue left you know. With Rob.” She shook her head a little, pausing a moment. “But I think he was more upset about Rob than Sue.” She let that hang there for a bit, before looking back up at me. “Rob was his best friend.” She stopped, almost as if there was a light bulb coming on in her head before she continued. “And for the last 7 years or so he’s been quiet, sullen, mopey…” She handed me a wine glass as I listened to her go on. “I was the only one he told that he was gay, and I am so happy he finally met someone serious.” 

I gave her a playful look. “You mean I’m not his first?” 

She laughed at my joke. “If it makes you feel better, you’re the only one he’s ever talked to me about.” She raised her eyebrows at me. “And the only one we’ve ever met.” 

“I’m glad about that.” 

“So am I, because I’ll be honest…I had my reservations before I met you.” She added quietly. 

“Oh, I know.” 

She turned to me, suddenly serious. “But having met you, I get it. I see it. And I am so happy for him.” She flung her arms around me and squeezed me tight. Those Donato children sure could hug.  

“Get your hands off him he’s mine.” I heard Joe’s voice behind us, making Julia giggle and pull apart from me. Joe moved over to her and stepped in between us, squaring off to his sister. He certainly was an imposing figure. “You’ve got your own man, leave mine alone!” He softly poked her in the side, making her squeal in delight.  

And when Joe turned around, and gave me a big giant hug, I felt so relaxed to hug him back. The wine was taking its effect on him, and I couldn’t wait to get him home. As he hugged me tight, bent over to bring his mouth to my ear, he whispered to me, “I fucking love you.” 

I could feel my heart thumping in my chest, my cock suddenly beginning to swell in my pants as my big man held me tight, so I laughed it off. “Okay mister, let me get back to helping your sister.” I patted his big back and Joe stepped away, leaning against the counter watching us finish off the dishes. 

Anthony returned to the kitchen and leaned across the island, his eyes on Joe. “What? Did you get sick of us in there, or did you want to help out in the kitchen with the girls?” He gave a little laugh at his sexist joke. 

I already didn’t like this guy, and this was making it worse. Joe smiled over at Anthony and gave him a piercing look. “Ah if only you had a girl?” Joe’s piercing look turned into a wining smile, making Anthony give a small chuckle to cover up before Joe turned his gaze to Julia. “So remind me again: you invited your brother-in-law over again because he still doesn’t have anywhere else to go?” 

Anthony gave a big fake laugh. “Oh, you know how much I love it here. I can’t stay away.” He raised his big arms up and out in a shrug and looked over at me again. And I swear I caught him checking out my ass.  

I looked over at Joe, who it seemed, had also caught him checking out my ass and was now staring at him with his arms folded across his big chest. Julia remained focused on the dishes in the sink.  

“No girlfriend yet Anthony?” Joe suddenly asked him, glaring at him.  

Anthony gave another little chuckle. “Sure, there’s a few but you know, no one special just yet.’ 

Joe matched his chuckle. “You should find one. Settle down. Might help you stop wandering. You know” He added pointedly. Joe kept his eyes on Anthony. 

Anthony stood up taller, reaching his full height at about 5’11”, hardly any match for Joe’s 6’4” 240 pound frame. “Yeah yeah. You sound like my mother.” Anthony shot a look over at me quickly, before looking back at Joe. He pointed a thumb towards the dining room. “I’ll let my brother know all is good in here.” He slid his hands across the counter and slinked away.  

Joe’s eyes turned to me and I shrugged. He just shook his head and rolled his eyes and moved over to me again, behind me and wrapped his arms around me as I finished with the last dish. Julie smiled at us and washed counter around us, smacking Joe in the ass as she moved by.  

The three of us stayed in the kitchen, leaning over the counter and talking more. Julia was just as easy to talk to as her little brother. And I could tell how close they were. And how much Julia approved of me. 

I could hear the Italian men in the dining room talking and laughing loudly, as I stayed with Joe and Julia for the remainder of our time that evening. So when I looked at Joe, with that knowing look, he quickly announced that we had to get going.  

Julia packed food for us, rounded up the kids to say goodbye, and at last we were standing in the hallway saying our goodbyes to everyone. Anthony gave me a lingering handshake and pulled me in closer to him to tell me it was great meeting me. He held my gaze a little too long and gave me a little wink before letting go. Vince just gave a wave and said nothing. I took the keys from Joe and after a long Boxing Day, we were finally in Joe’s truck driving home. 

As I merged onto the highway, I noticed Joe was sitting sideways, his right arm on the window holding his head up in his hand staring at me.  

I giggled. “What?” 

He smiled at me, with that grin again. “You are soooo hot.”  

I laughed. “Are you drunk?” 

He laughed now. “Not even close. I am feeling a little tipsy. Not drunk. But drunk in love with you.” He put his left arm over the back of my headrest and ruffled my hair. “You survived the family dinner.” 

I felt his hand resting on my neck as I drove, and my cock twitched with the anticipation of getting home. Home, I thought. Our home. 

“What’s up with Vince’s brother?” 

Joe’s smile disappeared. “I know right. He’s an asshole.” 

“I think he was checking me out.” 

“Yep, probably. Cause he’s always checking me out!” Joe laughed, squeezing my neck.  

“Is he gay?”  

Joe shook his head. “Yes, probably, but he won’t admit it. He’s gotten handsy with me a few times.” Joe frowned. “Why? Did he try something?” 

I shook my head this time. “Not really, but man…I think he was trying. Before you came to the rescue.” 

“Well can you blame him? You’re the hottest piece of ass!” Joe rubbed my shoulder with his thick fingers digging into my neck. “And that ass is mine when we get home. If I can wait that long.”  

Joe’s hand on my neck was driving me wild. I was getting hard as the heat from his hand radiated down my spine.  

“Do you have any idea how sexy it is to see you at the dinner table with my family?” He said quietly, massaging the back of my head. “And my sister loves you.” 

Joe undid his seatbelt and slid over closer to me, moving his face to my neck and kissing it, his right hand now on my bulge in my pants.  

“Stop.” I half protested, enjoying the feeling.  

“I don’t think I can wait.” He whispered, fumbling with the button on my pants and my zipper. His big hand fondled my cock through my pants as he undid everything, sliding it finally into my underwear and feeling the heat emanating from my crotch. 

“Joe…” I started to say, but his head was already moving down as he pulled my hard 8 inches out. 

“Just concentrate on driving.” He mumbled as his mouth covered my dick. I looked down at his thick head of hair moving up and down on me as I gripped the steering wheel, trying my hardest to concentrate on driving us home.  

“Fuck Joe…” I groaned. His head barely fit in between me and the steering wheel, but he didn’t care. I pushed myself back into the seat to adjust, and felt his hot mouth on me, sending waves of desire through me. I relaxed a bit, listening to the sounds of him slurping on my cock, this big muscle beast spread across the seats feasting on me. He started to groan as he sucked me for a while, just making me want him more and more. 

“You keep this up and I’ll have to pull over.” I groaned, gripping the wheel tighter.  

“Do it.” Joe said, lifting his head off my dick and sitting back up in the passenger seat. 

“What?” I asked surprised.  

Joe undid his own pants and whipped out his beautiful thick 9 inches of meat and started stroking it. “Pull over. I want to fuck you now.” He looked around the darkness as he stroked his cock. There weren’t a lot of cars out, and he pointed. “Up there. Pull over to the side there by the guardrail.” 

“Joe!” I said giggling, trying hard not to look at his fist pumping his cock. But I flicked my signal on and pulled over to the side, where there was a guardrail over top of a slight bridge. The section of the highway we were on was pretty deserted at this time of night, even though it was early evening. Joe opened the door as soon as we stopped and hopped out, tucking his cock into his pants. “Put the hazards on.”  

I turned the truck off and flicked the hazard lights on and got out, following him around the back of the truck to the side of the highway where Joe was already hopping over the guardrail and moving down the slight hill to underneath. There were no houses, no cars, and underneath this slight bridge, no one would be able to see us.  

“Hurry up.” I heard him say as he disappeared from sight. I carefully made my way down and spotted him standing underneath the highway, his pants already at his ankles and his cock sticking straight out. I stepped onto the concrete under the overpass and went right for his cock.  

“Yeah baby. Come and get it.” He groaned as I grabbed it and started sucking on him. He grabbed my head and helped me by thrusting slowly into my mouth as I got on my knees. “Fuck I love you.” 

I could have sucked him dry that night, not wanting to stop. But Joe was on a mission and didn’t want to waste time. Plus, he was horny as fuck.  

He pulled me up and yanked my open pants down to my knees and picked me right up, bringing my face to his and my feet off the ground. “I promise a lot longer session when we get home.” He kissed me hard and opened my ass with his hands as he held me over his cock. “I just can’t wait to fuck you.”  

I grabbed his neck and pressed up against him as we kissed, only stopping to let him spit onto his hand to lube his own cock under me. He lowered me until I felt his cock at my ass and I let out a long groan as he poked at my hole.  

“I’ve wanted to do this all night.” He whispered as he held the base of his cock in one hand while he held my body in his other. He had me bent in half against him, my legs locked together by my pants folded on his chest. He was so fucking strong.  

I felt the pressure give way immediately as I sunk down on his dick, my ass opening up fast for him. My long groan turned into a loud gasp as our mouths clamped together and he shoved his thick shaft deep into me. He stood there, with me in his arms, me impaled completely on his cock underneath the highway. I locked my fingers around his neck and let him lift me up and down, power fucking me hard.  

“Holy fuck Brian.” He grunted into me, continuing to kiss me deep as he plowed my ass deep. His hands stretched open my cheeks to make sure he was inside me as far as he could get. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every inch of him. Even though it was cold outside, Joe’s cock inside me warmed me up and I was on fire for him. 

I kissed him hard, hanging on to his big neck as he pumped up into me. He was grunting like mad, the signs of the alcohol on him letting go of everything. He held my ass in his hands and stood there, fucking me, holding me easily in his powerful arms, wanting to breed me badly. And I was helping by squeezing my ass and riding him like a cowgirl. 

“That’s it.” He moaned in my mouth. “Milk it out of me. I wanna cum inside you so fuckin’ bad!” He roared in my ears. I held on to the sides of his head as his cock drove like a piston in my ass. He was on a mission alright. “Then I’m going to make love to you slowly when we get home.” He whispered in my ear, slamming my ass down on every inch of him so hard that the slapping sound was drowning out the cars passing by overhead. 

And then he leaned his head back like a grizzly bear and roared out his orgasm, shoving his cock in me deep and holding my ass down on his dick as he exploded inside me, grunting out loud and letting out one giant “Fuck!” in his rich deep voice. He planted a kiss on my lips and wrapped those giant arms around me as he released more sperm into my walls, holding me tight against him.  

I clung to his neck, burying my face into the crook of his thick neck above his coat and kissed the side of it, making him scrunch his neck at the tickling as his massive paws held my bare ass. Then he lifted me up and off his prick and set me down in front of him, pulling up his pants quickly and shivering a bit. “Fuck it’s colder out here than I thought!” He grinned at me, as I pulled mine up over my well used ass. Then he took my hand in his and walked me up the side of the hill, back up to his waiting truck. Hand in hand we moved to the side, not caring if anyone noticed the big bodybuilder towing along his little man behind him in his hand.  

And I didn’t care either. Joe was my man. I couldn’t wait to get home, strip him down, and have him make love to me slowly. He turned to glance back at me and I could tell he was thinking the exact same thing.