Summer Landscaping Bonus

This was the quietest Christmas dinner I had ever had. No talking over each other with the extended family. No drunk old guys telling racist jokes. No annoying glances from my mother. Nothing. Just the two of us, sitting side by side at the small dining room table at Joe’s house.

Joe had on his new sweater and the socks that I bought him with a pair of tan cords, even though I had protested and told him to wear no socks. I was wearing the new Maple Leafs jersey he bought me with my khakis and a pair of matching Roots grey socks. I pushed my empty plate forward, letting out a sigh and reminiscing of having cooked the entire meal with Joe in the kitchen as we drank wine and stole kisses and gropes. I held up my wine glass and looked over at Joe as he took one last bite, scraping the plate with his fork and licking it slowly from his lips as he noticed me staring at him.

He was the picture of masculinity, sitting there beside me with his scruffy beard, handsome face and broad shoulders. The sweater did a great job accentuating every muscular feature in his upper torso as he leaned his forearms on the table and smiled over at me. Christmas songs played in the background from his iPod.

I took a sip of the red wine from my glass and leaned back in my chair as I watched him finish chewing, then swallow and lick his lips with a satisfactory smile, picking up his own wine glass and matching my position by leaning backwards.

“Whatcha thinkin’?” He asked with a grin. 

I shook my head slightly and couldn’t help but smiler wider at him. “Nothing really, other than how fucking hot you are.” 

He gave a guffaw and finished his wine, reaching over the table to grab the half empty bottle and pour himself another glass, and filled mine up.

“Glad you think so.” He winked at me. “But I’m the lucky one.” 

I heard the phrase and smiled. Lucky one. Funny he should say it, when it was me that was thinking it.

“And how wonderfully quiet this Christmas dinner is compared to the ones I’m used to!” I giggled, taking the now full wine glass in my hand. 

“Wait till tomorrow.” Joe rolled his eyes. “My sister’s family? Not quiet.”

I felt his foot stretch out under the table to reach mine and rub mine, which automatically made my cock twitch in my pants and my skin to tingle. I love every connection with Joe, but when his foot or leg touched me, it was always an instant hard on for me.

He laid his hand out on top of the table palm upwards, inviting me to take it. I immediately did, feeling the warmth and the largeness of his hand in mine. He closed his fingers around mine and squeezed lightly. “Merry Christmas my little man.” 

I blushed slightly and squeezed back. “Merry Christmas big guy.” Joe leaned over the table and kissed me, letting me taste the wine on his tongue and lips as his mouth lingered over mine.

He gave a small grunt and leaned back, not letting my hand go. Both his feet now surrounded mine as he sat sideways looking at me. “Thank you for dinner.” 

“Thank you for a sex filled Christmas.” I said back and he giggled, letting one foot roam up my leg and move in between my crotch. I happily opened my legs and took his sized 13 foot in my lap, holding that socked foot and rubbing it with my free hand.

“I don’t want to ever leave.” I mumbled quietly.

Joe chuckled, and then noticed I wasn’t laughing with him. He frowned a bit. “I told you, you don’t have to. Except for school in January.” 

I looked up at his big brown eyes looking at me. I could tell he was feeling good from the wine, and his sly smile added to the sexiness he was exuding. “I wish I was done school.” 

Joe frowned more in a parental way and squeezed my hand harder. “No, you don’t. And you can come home here as much as you want during the next semester. I mean it. This is now your home.” He smiled. “Anytime you need my cock.”

I laughed now at his brashness. “Well that would be every day!”

He pushed his foot into my bulging crotch. “You really are a little horn dog aren’t you.” 

I held his foot tight in my hand, my thumb rubbing the middle of his sole. “I really am!” I ran my hand up inside the bottom hem of his cords and found the end of his sock, and pulled it down and off his foot before he could protest.

Joe growled slightly but allowed me to do it. I let go of his hand and moved my other hand to his foot, letting my hands touch the soft flesh underneath of his big foot. He watched me as I started rubbing it, kneading my hands into the balls of his foot as it rested on my lap under the table.

“You keep that up and I’m never going to let you go anywhere.” He groaned as he took another sip. I looked down at his perfectly shaped foot, toes perfectly formed and thick, angled just right down from his big toe, the underside of his foot soft and smooth. He wiggled his toes into my crotch, playfully poking at my engorged dick.

“This has been the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” I said quietly as Joe watched me. He just smiled at me, a little twinkle in his eye.

“I can’t wait to have many more with you Brian.” His deep voice said softly. “I’m looking forward to many, many more.”

I patted his foot and took a sip of wine, realizing I had to calm down before I crawled onto his lap right here at the table. “Come on, let’s clean up.” 

I let go of his foot and pushed my chair back and started clearing the table. Joe’s big body stood up and he pulled at the sock on his other foot, taking it off and throwing it to the side. “I can’t have one sock on and one off!” He giggled. “And I know how much you like my feet!” He teased.I looked down at his feet and heard myself make a low growling sound in my throat. I really did love every inch of Joe. 

We playfully cleaned the kitchen together, packing away the leftovers and pouring another glass of wine at the end. Joe came behind me as I stood at the island and wrapped his entire body around me, hugging me from behind tightly and lifting me slightly off the ground. His 6’4” frame covering my 5’9” body easily.

“Wanna go in the hot tub?” He whispered in my ear. 

I slid my hands over his big arms holding me and groaned. “Yes, I would love to.” 

He squeezed me and let go and moved to the sliding door of the kitchen. “I’ll get it ready. Fill up the glasses and grab some towels.” He stepped out onto the back deck and flicked on the outer light. I watched him in the window grab the shovel and quickly make a path in the snow to the hot tub and lift the cover off easily. He flicked on the lights and turned on the jets sending an immediate bubbling of steam into the night air.

I filled the glasses and moved to the hall closet to grab two towels. I knew where Joe kept the large black bathrobes that he had for us and threw them on the bed before stripping out of my clothes and sliding one on. I was folding the new jersey when he came in and pulled his sweater off, revealing that magnificent upper body of his.

“Found the robes?” He asked and started unbuttoning his pants.

I flicked mine open, revealing my muscled and smooth naked body underneath, my cock already at half-mast. “No suits.”

He raised an eyebrow and pushed his pants down, underwear and all, and stepped out of his cords. I watched his 9 inch cock slap up against his abs as he was already hard. I grabbed his robe and threw it to him. “Put that on before we don’t even make it outside!” I giggled. 

I tried not to stare at his gorgeous sculpted physique as he covered it up with the robe. “Fine.” He made a show of covering up his muscular body and tied up the belt and started out of the bedroom, forcing me to follow those thick calves down the hallway. My robe came down to my ankles where Joe’s was at the knees. 

I carried the towels and opened the door as Joe brought out the glasses. The winter night air was cold and the feeling of the deck under my bare feet sent stinging needles through me. I tossed the towels on the table beside the hot tub as I quickly passed by and shucked my robe, stepping one leg into the tub followed by the other hurriedly, sinking immediately under the hot steamy bubbling water. 

I turned to see Joe hand me the glasses now that I was submerged and then stripped his robe off. He was a sight for anyone’s eyes as his defined thick muscular body came on display under the lights. His pecs standing out like huge solid plates, so lightly hairy they looked smooth. Compared to his dark scruffy beard, it was quite the contrast. His cock was sticking straight out, ready for another round already. One big leg stepped in beside me, and I noted the distinct outline of muscles on his thigh as he shifted his weight.

When he moved the second leg in, he moved in front of me, waving his cock at my face side to side. “You want this?” He giggled. I surprised him by grabbing it with my wet hand and shoving it in my mouth. He let out a loud gasp and then pulled back and sunk under the water. “If I wasn’t so cold, I’d let you have at it!” He found my leg under the water and pulled me towards him, meeting me in a kiss. I floated around him, letting our bodies find their natural positions together as I moved my legs around his waist, his arms surrounding me in a tight embrace as our mouths continued to make out in a slow kiss. Joe’s cock was already pressing upwards against my ass.

He glided over to where I had put our glasses down, holding me in his lap under the water and handed me one of them, before taking the other. He clinked my glass and smiled. “To you sexy.” He grinned. We took a sip and Joe found his favourite corner in the tub and sat back. I let go of his neck and turned around to face outwards, then slid into the seat with him as he spread his legs out, one leg bent up to allow me to lean back against him. His arm draped over my shoulder and across my chest, his big hand holding my pec as my head leaned back against his. I snuggled backwards into the folds of his body where it seemed I fit perfectly and let my hand rub up and down his leg under the water. 

 We sat like that, snuggled together in the hot water, slowly sipping our wine, not talking, looking up at the stars for a while. The sounds of the gurgling jets filled the night air as the sensation of leaning against my big solid man filled my thoughts.

“I’ve never felt like this before.” Joe whispered down into my ear. The wine was loosening up his inner thoughts. His thumb was softly rubbing my nipple, and his beard felt good against the back of my head as I leaned back. “I want to stand up in front of everyone and tell them how much I love you.” I listened to his voice, picturing the smile on his face as I stared up at the night sky. “I wish I could marry you.” 

I heard the words and my insides did a little flip. He squeezed his legs together around me and my hand rested on his massive thigh. “Is that a proposal?” I giggled, turning sideways to look up at his face. 

He looked down at me and I felt his chin on the top of my head and he kissed it. “And if it was?” 

I reached up to touch his face. “I think you know the answer.”

He cocked his head sideways. “What if I want to hear it?” He smiled down at me. 

I leaned on his shoulder and let my hand return to his leg. “I guess you’ll have to ask the question to get an answer.” 

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Well, once it’s official and allowed, I’ll consider asking.” He giggled again, squeezing me. 

I let my hand slide upwards to find his and our fingers laced together. “Hopefully it will be allowed soon. It’s already happening.”

Joe just squeezed me tight. “I love you.” He simply said, finishing his wine and putting his glass down behind him. His other hand slid under the water and moved to my floating hard cock.

I let out a small moan and pressed against him more as his hand gripped my dick. My head leaned backwards onto his shoulder, and his head lowered to mine to kiss my cheek, then my lips. He fondled me for a while under the water as I felt his own cock hard behind me. The wine was making me dizzy, the heat from the hot tub was making me sweat, and his hands all over me were making me hot for him once again. 

“I think we should go to bed.” He whispered in my ear as he slowly stroked my cock underwater.

We separated long enough to dry off and wrap our thick robes around us. Joe moved quickly, closing the tub and turning off the jets and lights as I held the door open for him. I put the empty glasses in the sink and followed his big ass to the bedroom. 

When I walked in, Joe was standing at his stereo, putting in a CD quickly. Then he slid his robe off, letting it fall to the floor as I stared at his backside, smooth, hard, rippled and meaty. He moved to the far side of the bed and yanked the covers back and kneeled onto it as I disrobed and joined him as music started playing softly. 

It was the CD I had made for him, the first song giving it away as “Silent Lucidity” started playing. 

“I couldn’t wait to play it.” Joe said, sliding closer to me and pulling the covers over us to keep us warm.

In the comfort of the soft bed, our bodies found each other quickly, and pressed together as our mouths locked. Fueled by the wine though, we didn’t kiss long.

I rolled Joe over onto his back and straddled his body, letting my hands caress his chest. My mouth moved quickly to his neck, pushing his arms off me and outwards, as I began my journey down his entire body with my mouth. I licked and tasted every inch of Joe that night as he lay there, smiling and groaning, watching me, the songs I had selected for him playing softly and filling the bedroom with music. I let my tongue flick his nipples. I buried my face in his pits. I let my tongue trace the line along his waist. I licked my way down his legs to his feet, sucking his toes, and licking the bottoms of his feet. I could taste chlorine from the hot tub, and Joe…how I loved the taste and smell of Joe.

“Turn over.” I commanded, sitting back to see the surprised look on his face. He grinned and quickly flipped over onto his stomach, resting his head on his arms in a low groan.

My hands went right to his big round bubbled ass, and before I knew it, my face was buried in between his cheeks. Joe moaned loudly as I let my tongue search in between. He casually opened his legs a bit as I dug further. I could hear him moaning out “Fuck” over and over again as I explored this area. And when I found his tight little pucker and licked it, Joe jerked and boomed out a “Holy fuck!”

I giggled and enjoyed the moment, playfully poking it with my tongue as my hands held on to his firm round ass. Then he flipped over and held his cock up for me. “Now this.” He ordered, staring down at me. 

Hungrily, I grabbed it and went to town on him, slurping up and down as Joe watched me. “Holy fuck Brian.” He whispered again and again, his eyes half open in sheer pleasure as he watched me. I shoved as much of that thick cock in my mouth as I could, each time trying to take more and more. I buried my face in his big smooth bull balls and licked and sucked those egg shaped nuts like mad.

And when Joe couldn’t stand it any longer, he sat up, pushed me backwards on the bed, and started his own attack on me. I squealed like a girl as he returned the favour, letting his mouth move all over me this time, from the top of my head down to my own feet. Except I was way more ticklish than he was. I squirmed under his touch, giggled like mad as he tongued my foot, and writhed under his strong grasp as he licked my underarms.

But when he flipped me over easily, and his face found my hole, I wasn’t squirming any longer. I was moaning in heat as his fat tongue poked at my hole. I spread my legs wide for him, and felt his tongue invade me like a pro. I was moaning so loudly, the wine freeing my inhibitions as I urged him on.

“Fuck Joe eat my ass!” I yelled at him. “Get in there and open me up again.”

He obliged, slapping my ass hard every time he came up for air. His own words were making me hotter and hotter for him.

“I love your little ass.” He groaned. “Fuck you taste so sweet.” He grunted as he tongue fucked me.

The wine, the music, the unhurried pace, the feeling of being in OUR house together on Christmas day made for one long session of exploration. 

And then he grabbed me by the ankles and twisted me over onto my back and moved in between me and I knew it was time.

“Yes.” I moaned. 

His legs moved under me fast, spreading me wide. His hands moved up my sides to scoop under me. His mouth kissed spots on the way up to my mouth. And when his lips met mine, so did his cock meet my slick opening. And as his tongue snaked into my mouth, his dick slid easily into my willing ass, stuffing me with his thick shaft all at once.

I gripped his shoulders as he pierced deep into me, a low rumble sound emanating from me as we kissed. Joe moved further into me, gathering my little body up into his arms as his cock speared into me all the way. His hips pressed hard against me as if he wanted to press deeper and deeper into me. I reached around and grabbed my own feet, holding them tight to spread my legs wide for my man.

“Oh my God Joe.” I whispered into his ear as he pressed his forehead into the bed beside me while his hips started to pump into me. “Oh my God yes.”

He fucked me steadily for half an hour in this position. We didn’t move from it, nor stray from the slow pace. It was one, long, deep, passionate love making session that left me hungry for Joe always. My ass molded to his cock, our bodies moved in synch, and our words flew out of our mouths with uninhibited passion.

At last, Joe told me to cum. He simply held himself over me, looked down at me while steadily pumping my ass and said, “I want you to cum.”

He could read me like a book by now. He knew by the sounds I was making and the way I was moving that I was getting close. I opened my mouth to answer, and he smiled at me, digging his cock upwards and hitting that spot in me that started me to shake. I groaned loud and my mouth dropped open more. Joe leaned over me closer and let a gob of spit fall into my mouth for me to swallow. I groaned loud and grabbed his ass and fucked back against him, shaking now as I swallowed his saliva and felt the friction of his cock hitting my prostrate. I held on to his giant body as he fucked the cum out of me.

And when my cum started to fly out of my cock, he growled loud and slammed into me hard, letting his own flow out of his dick and into me, flooding my ass with his seed. He pushed his cock into me hard, making sure I could feel every inch of his tool, as my dick shot the last drop of cum onto my own abs. He grunted and groaned, keeping our bodies tight together as we unloaded, not stopping until we were completely finished.

Joe looked down at me when he was spent and shook his head to let the sweat spray me. He giggled and took one hand to smear my cum all over my body, mixing it with my sweat and making my upper body glean. Then he leaned down and started licking it off me, lapping up the cum-sweat mixture while holding his cock still deep in me. I could feel it twitch and throb still inside me, and I rubbed Joe’s hair as he feasted on my juices before he leaned up and kissed me hard.

Then he pulled me over, rolling on to his back and bringing me up on top of him, still impaled on his cock to end up laying on top of his solid granite body. I laid my head on his big pecs and let my body drape over his. His big hands clasped around me, holding me in place, his fingers tied together on my back. I could hear his heart pounding in his chest as I lay on him, trying to catch my own breath.

Listening to the music once again, I heard Etta James start the next song.

“At last, my love has come along, my lonely days are over, and life is like a song…” 

I let out a giant sigh and said aloud. “It’s about time.”

Joe’s head lifted and looked down at me. He unclasped his hands and lightly rubbed my back. “Yes, it is.” He whispered. 

We laid there, listening to the song, letting our breathing return to normal, holding one another. 

“Don’t ever hurt me.” I heard myself saying suddenly. 

“What?” He said quietly, leaning up a bit but I remained glued to his chest. I didn’t want to look at him as I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Don’t ever hurt me.” I repeated quietly

Joe moved to sit up, taking my head in his hands urgently. “Look at me.” He said softly, holding my face in his palms until I did look at him. I could feel my eyes watering but I looked up at him. His face was soft, relaxed, and smiling. “Never. I’m never going to hurt you Brian. Enough people have done that to you. But not me. Never.” He pulled my face to his and kissed me hard.

I breathed in hard as I heard Etta belt out “And here we are in Heaven, for you are mine at last.” 

“I love you Joe. You have no idea how much.” I moved upwards on his body, moving my face into his neck and threw my arms around his shoulders.

Joe squeezed me tight and held me. “Oh I think I do.” He whispered into my ear. “Because I feel the same.” He held me gently in his arms, our naked bodies providing all the warmth we needed. And in that moment, listening to the music I created for Joe, being soothed in his arms, I fell asleep on top of him in his grasp, surrounded by the safety of the love of my life.

At last.