Summer Landscaping Bonus

Joe lay on his back, my head resting in the crook of his arm between his huge bicep and his thick forearm. I was on my side, curled up beside him letting my hand glide lightly up and down his rippled upper body. Still naked, with Joe still wearing his Santa hat, we were laying in the afterglow of sex in his bed, the fluffy white duvet resting at our waists.  

I turned my head up to Joe, to see him smiling silently, staring up at the ceiling as I felt his fingers softly caressing my lower back. He had his other arm bent behind his own head, holding himself up on his pillow. His dark scruffy beard was filling in again, making him look like one steroid filled hot young Santa, his upturned lips inviting. I hooked my leg over his under the covers, making him look down at me to see me smiling at him. He pulled me closer against his body and kissed the top of my head and stretched his back in a small groan. 

“Lost in thought?” I said feeling his chest heaving as he sucked in air. 

He rolled over onto me, making me giggle as he steamrolled me, grabbing my arms and pinning me down under him. “I’m always lost in thought with you.” He covered my mouth with his in a soft kiss, before kissing the sides of my cheek and neck, growling playfully. “I think it’s time for presents!” He sounded like a little kid, sitting up and leaning back, the covers falling down his body and under his ass, exposing his entire massive 6’4” frame for me to view as he spread his thighs and sat back on his feet. He looked like a giant sitting above me, his cock at half-mast already awakening again. My hands went to his thick muscled thighs and I stared up at his magnificent physique.  

“Come on sexy, I have some things to give you!” He smiled, pulling the covers off us and stepping over me and off the bed. I rolled over to watch his naked body move away from me, his ass the perfect site of male perfection as he moved to his dresser and pulled out a pair of buffalo-plaid pajama bottoms and stepped into them. He turned to me and adjusted his red Santa hat and bounced his pecs at me. “Come and get it!” He giggled and moved to the door. 

“Grab my bag at the door!” I shouted after him. “I have pants to put on in there!” I watched him disappear and heard his footsteps move away, then back towards me as I waited. He delivered them to me with a kiss, me not wanting to stop it.  

“Put your pants on you horny little boy.” He laughed at me. The sight of his bare torso was tantalizing enough. “Your gift is out there!” He pointed to the hallway and slid back to the doorway. “You want coffee? Or something stronger?” He said with a wink. 

“Something stronger.” I smiled, moving off the bed and pulling my clothes out of my bag. I slipped into a pair of track pants and a t-shirt I had and padded my way barefoot back to the living room.  

Joe was in the kitchen, so I went right to the tree, carrying the presents I had for Joe and placing them under the tree. The fireplace was still on, making the room warm. I sat back in front of the tree where Joe and I had just had sex and stared at the lit artificial evergreen. I pulled my knees into my chest and smiled wide as I awaited my big man. 

“Here you go.” He said standing over me. I looked down at his big bare feet beside me, before gazing upwards past his naked upper body to his two-day stubble on his chin. He was holding a tall beer glass, that was filled with something orange. 

“What’s this?” I asked, taking it. 

“Call it a Joe Special.” He giggled, crouching down beside me by the tree, our knees touching as we sat in a cross-legged position side by side.  

I smelled orange juice, and something alcoholic, with some fizziness happening. I took a swig and was surprised at how good it was – not sweet, but definitely packed a punch. “Vodka?” I asked raising an eyebrow. 

He nodded. “And a bunch of other things. Sort of like a mimosa but with a bit more kick and a lot less champagne.” Joe reached over and pulled two packages from under his tree. I watched his lats widen and ripple as he did, now wishing he had put a shirt on so I wouldn’t be so tempted to stare at him. He sat back and handed them to me, a larger one in a box, followed by a smaller one. I reached over and grabbed the three presents I had for him from me. 

“Oh oh, looks like I’m the cheap one.” Joe chuckled as he took them. 

“It’s not the amount, besides one is homemade.” I said sheepishly. 

He pursed his lips together and looked at me with a sigh. “You little romantic.” He mumbled.  

“You go first, open this one.” I pointed to the smaller wrapped one and pulled the paper apart and pulled out the two pairs of grey Roots socks I bought him. Even though I loved seeing his feet bare, there was nothing sexier than his feet in a pair of grey work socks. 

He smiled and leaned over to kiss me. “Should I put them on?” He whispered, wiggling his toes and poking me with them. 

I shook my head and grabbed his bare foot and held it. “Don’t you dare. I like you just the way you are right now.” I kissed him again and pushed him away. “My turn!” I yelled with a giggle. 

He handed me the larger one, and it felt like a clothing box. When I ripped it open, it was – a Toronto Maple Leafs jersey. “Joe!” I said, holding it up. 

“Hope if fits. I’m not used to buying such small clothes!” He studied the shirt as I held it up.  

This was my first sports jersey. I leaned over and kissed him quickly. “Thank you!” 

“I figured you needed your own, after seeing how much you liked wearing my Leafs shirt not too long ago.” He smiled, nudging me with his knee. My mind suddenly flashed to wearing Joe’s large shirt and him fucking me in it. 

“Well then, looks like you’ll have to test this one out.” I said, throwing it over my head and pulling it down. It fit perfectly, and the way Joe looked at me I knew he liked it on me.  

“Grrrrr,” Joe joked as he leaned over again and pushed me backwards in a kiss. 

I happily played with him for a few minutes, before pushing him back up beside me. “Stop it, we still have more to go.” I handed him the next one, which was a big grey knitted sweater, that I thought would look fantastic on Joe. He opened it and immediately put it on, fitting him like a glove and giving him that handsome distinguished look.  

“It’s perfect,” he muttered, feeling how soft it was. He did look good in it. Good enough to pull it back off of him! 

“I wasn’t sure if it would fit, after all I’m not used to buying such giant clothing.” I winked at him. “Open this one too.” I handed him the last one and watched him closely. 

I had put together a CD of some slow songs that meant something to me for him. I titled the homemade CD “One” and had a small booklet printed with the lyrics for each song. Joe opened it up slowly, and then held it in his hands as he flipped it over and saw the title, and the list of songs on the cover. He was quiet, and I could tell by the painted-on smile on his face that it hit just the right part of him, and he was trying to control his emotions.  

“Brian…” he started, but caught himself, as he continued to read the songs. I had only seen Joe really emotional the night he appeared at my dorm when his mother died. But this was a different side of him, as he continued to smile wide to hide the fact that tears were forming in his eyes.  

“The lyrics are inside. It’s rather eclectic, with some old ones and some new ones thrown in. Some of them make me think of you, some of them mean you, and some of them are songs that are special to me…that I wanted to share with you.” 

He looked up at me, and I could see his eyes welling. “This is incredible.” He smiled again, holding his emotions in. “So fucking romantic.” He giggled through it, wiping his eye as he opened the case and pulled out the booklet. 

He started reading them out. “At Last. The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face. In Your Eyes. Crazy Little Thing Called Love.” He smiled flipping through the pages. “Silent Lucidity?” His watery eyes looked up at me. 

“That’s one of mine. You’ll have to listen to it. It’s about shaping your dreams, and knowing that someone is out there to protect you.” I said it quietly, hearing the words as they came out as Joe’s big brown eyes looked at me.  

Without a word, Joe uncrossed his legs and opened them up, and grabbed me by the arm and slid me in between him to pull me in. He wrapped his arms around me and hugged me very hard. I buried myself in his new sweater as I faced him, wrapping my legs around him and squeezing him back.  

“Fuck I love you.” He mumbled in my neck. “This is the best present I’ve ever received.” 

I smiled into him, and didn’t say anything, until he pulled me back and took my head in his hands. 

“I mean it. The best.” He leaned in and kissed me intensely, letting our mouths open wide. I felt his tongue in me filling my mouth, the taste of his drink on it as we made out fiercely. I could feel my cock stirring against him as I pressed up on his stomach. His legs bent up and he held me in his hands still, both big paws on my head as his knees held me against him.  

As our kiss ended, I opened my eyes to see him so close to me. He put his forehead on mine and I couldn’t help but let out my own thoughts. “I love you so much Joe. Don’t ever go anywhere.” 

He smiled and stretched his lips out to mine to give me a quick peck. “We’re in this together now right.” 

I nodded. He let go of my head and picked up the case again and looked at it carefully as I remained on his lap straddling him. I could feel his cock hard under me already, and I had a sudden flash of excitement at the prospect of having him once again.  

He was reading through the songs again, and then pointed to one. “Something Good?”  

I smiled a bit, knowing he wouldn’t know this one. “Again, one of mine that I threw in there. It’s from the Sound of Music, you know when the Captain and Maria finally admit their love and they sing in the gazebo.” He raised an eyebrow. “For here you are, standing there, loving me, whether or not you should. But somewhere in my youth or childhood, I must have done something good.”  

Joe’s eyes watered again, and this time there was a slight tear forming in the corner of his eye. 

“You know the song now?” I asked quietly. 

He nodded. “And it’s a good thing you came out to your mother, because that is so fucking gay! Because I love that part in the movie!” He laughed, wiping the tear from his eye and kissing me again. I couldn’t help but laugh with him.  

“I know. I’m so gay.” I giggled in his arms.  

He let out a big sigh and put the CD down. “I love this. I can’t wait to play it.” He patted my ass with one hand and leaned behind me to hand me the final gift he had for me.  

I stayed in his lap and unwrapped it, as he leaned back and watched me, his hands splayed out on the floor behind him holding himself up.  

It was a smaller box, and when I opened it up, it was a watch. An expensive one at that, sliver, with links, and a dark blue face. “Holy shit, Joe…” I started to protest as I took it out. 

“I know it’s more than we said, but I wanted you to have it.” He leaned back up, wrapping his arms around me and holding my ass. “Turn it over and read the back.” He smiled. 

I pulled it from the casing, and flipped it over. On the back he had it engraved. “It’s about time. Love Joe.”  

Now it was my turn to well up.  

“Do you like it?” I heard him say, but I was too engrossed in the words, and trying not let a tear fall from my eyes. I flung my arms around him, and stifled a cry as he hugged me back. “I take it that’s a yes.” He mumbled as I clung to him. 

I wiped my face on his sweater and met his mouth with mine, kissing him deep. I grabbed at the bottom of his sweater and tugged at it, lifting it up. Joe got the hint and lifted his arms in the air, letting me pull if off him, Santa hat and all. I leaned back and pulled my new jersey off, along with my t-shirt. Joe’s eyes were wide as he watched me frantically stripping.  

“Take me to the bedroom, now!” I moaned, kissing him hard again. 

Joe grabbed my body and held me in place as his legs moved as if on command, bending at first with me in his arms, and then standing up easily, lifting me along with him. Our mouths locked again as he steadied himself and began carrying me to the bedroom.  

He moved to the bed and knelt on it with me still attached to him, resting me gently backwards while kissing me the entire time. As soon as he let go and stood back, I pulled at his plaid pj bottoms and watched him step out of them, his cock already fully erect and slapping back upwards against his abs as the waistband went under it. Joe’s hands grabbed my pants and yanked them off completely in one pull and then climbed onto the bed with me, moving in between me. 

There was no foreplay this time, no need. We had already had one wild session in the living room, followed by round two in the bed only a few hours ago. This was pure lust and need and love. I wanted him and I wanted him now. The way Joe was moving, he wanted it too.  

He hooked my legs in his arms and moved to my mouth to kiss me again as his cock found its target, pushing at my already loosened hole and pressing immediately inside. In one swift thrust, Joe entered me and shoved himself all the way in, eliciting a loud shriek of pleasure from me as he returned home.  

“Fuck Brian.” He murmured as he kissed me. I grabbed his back with one hand and dug my fingers into him as my other hand reached around to grab one ass cheek to pull him in more.  

“Fuck me Joe!” I yelled, a fury of passion overtaking me.  

He grunted as he started to pound me, not holding anything back. I was pulling him, scratching him, clawing at him as he did, wanting to show him just how much I wanted him at this very moment. He fucked me relentlessly, not switching positions, not stopping our kissing, not letting up on his assault in my ass. This was one deep, hard lustful love making session, with all the passion and fury we could muster. Joe was intense, determined, and serious as he drilled me deep. His eyes were on mine, looking at me carefully as I stared back, mouth hanging open as he pumped his dick into me. 

My hands were still digging into him, my legs spread wide open as I enjoyed his cock moving in me with desire. I grabbed his thick neck and pulled his head to mine, to lock lips with him once again as he continued to fill me. 

It seemed like hours, as if time lost all meaning. We didn’t change positions, didn’t move from this missionary position, but kept up the pace steadily, trying to hold out as long as we could. But it was me that started first. Joe sat up onto his legs and held my tiny waist, pulling me into him to fuck me at a slight angle. And as I started up at his mammoth muscles, all flexed and bulging, his eyes still on mine watching me, sweat on his forehead and chest, dripping down on his lightly hairy pecs, I lost all control. 

My hands grabbed his hard chest and held on as I felt the quivering rise. When he smiled slightly, it spurned me on, hooking my feet behind his back and arching slightly to feel his cock punch my insides even deeper. And when he said, “Yeah baby cum for me,” I did. Without touching my cock. 

Joe watched my cum erupt from me, spraying my smooth torso completely as I shuddered in his grasp. When I stopped, he pulled his cock out, wiped his big paw across my chest to scoop up my own cum to lube his cock with it, and then slid back inside me. “Gonna mix our seed together baby.” He muttered as he moved back over me, kissing me deeply and fucking me with a new found passion. 

He grunted loudly as he kissed me, and I hung on tightly, cradling his big body over me in my arms and legs until he started groaning out “Oh fuck baby” over and over again and shot his load deep inside my ass, his dick covered with my own sperm and mixing inside my ass.  

I hugged him until he stopped moving, listening to the sounds of his grunts and heavy breathing, until he allowed himself to relax and slide sideways and off me to spare me the weight of his giant body. I hung on to him, not wanting to let go, moving sideways with him as he pulled me along, ending up facing each other side by side, his cock slipping out of my well used ass. He moved his hand under my butt cheeks and held it there. “I’m not letting any out.” He whispered softly, kissing my forehead. His big hand covered both my cheeks, and I laid against him, snuggling my face into his hard pecs and smiling, wishing that his sperm inside me could actually create life. At that moment, I felt like it did. 

Joe pulled me in tighter and held me against him, in his big arms. We let our hearts slow, and our breathing return to normal as we lay in his bed. It was Joe who broke the silence, clearing his throat before speaking. “At some point, we do have to eat.” 

I giggled. “You mean we can’t keep fucking all day long?” 

He squeezed me tight. “I want to, trust me. But I may pass out from hunger. I’m a big boy, and I need to eat.” He rolled over, letting go of me and lay on his back as I remained at his side, his hand resting on his chest.  

“What time do we have to be at your sister’s tomorrow?” I asked, remembering that we were having that family dinner at last, together, with his sister’s family and his dad.  

“Not till 3.” He turned his head sideways. “You still okay to go? I mean, with the change of plans today and all?” I had managed to get away Christmas day after all, simply telling my mom that I wanted to see some friends, and then admitting that it was only one special friend. Joe.  

I shrugged. “I told my mom I was probably going to stay over with you, and they are leaving at some point tomorrow for their trip, so…” I rolled over on top of him, climbing onto his big body. He opened his arm and allowed me to rest on his chest, lightly laying his hand on my back and gently stroking me up and down with his fingers.  

“Good. Then we have all night.” He kissed the top of my head and moved his legs wider. “But we still have to eat. And I’ve got a ham ready to go for us tonight.” He sat up slowly, letting me move with him until I was sitting facing him on the bed. He pulled me into his naked body and kissed me slowly. “So, let’s shower and go cook something together sexy.” 

I smiled, and kissed him again. “I’d love that.”  

He smacked my ass playfully and moved off the bed, heading to the ensuite shower. I watched that perfect beefy hard ass of his and let myself fall backwards on the bed as I heard him turn on the shower.  

This was the best Christmas already. And it was only half over.