Summer Landscaping Bonus

I coughed a bit and sat up in bed. “Now? You’re not pulling another surprise two or three hour drive are you??”

It was Sunday morning, three days till Christmas, and Joe wanted to go right now to meet his dad.

“I thought we were having dinner all together on Boxing Day?” I asked, moving off the bed and following his big naked muscled ass around the bedroom.

Joe smiled at me as he pulled a pair of cotton pants up over his perfect ass, tucking his semi-hard cock down to try to stop it from tenting. “Not exactly, but he is already at my sister’s. So, I told him we would pop in this morning.” He smiled at me sheepishly. “Surprise.” He said faintly.

I punched his arm, hardly making a dent and stood back with my arms on my waist, pretending to be miffed. But in reality, it made me smile. Joe was introducing me to his parents. I stared at him as he looked at me with those raised eyebrows, the glow of our morning sex still apparent on both of us. “You sneaky bastard. You told me he was coming later this week.”

“He drove down yesterday on his own, or else I was going to go pick him up with you.” He winked at me. “But then it was best you met my parents separately. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” I watched him move to the bathroom, watching his wide back disappear into the ensuite. When he emerged a few minutes later after having taken a leak and brushed his teeth, I was back sitting up in bed, the sheets pulled up to my lower abs.

He leaned against the doorway and crossed his bare feet at the ankles and folded his arms across his massive chest. “Are you ready for this?”

I let out a deep sigh. My eyes looked up at his. His brown eyes were pleading with mine, but also questioning as if he was giving me an out. I nodded firmly, and said, “Yes. I am. Are you?”

He answered by moving to me and crawling up the bed to me, never taking his eyes off of me. Our lips met in a soft peck. “Yes. I’m ready.”

We didn’t say much for the next half hour as we each showered separately, so we wouldn’t be tempted to have sex yet again! Joe had told his dad we would come by in the morning early to take him out for breakfast alone. I was nervous, but thankful we were going to get to spend some alone time with just Joe’s father and that I would meet his sister Julia and her family later in the week.

As we hopped in Joe’s truck and headed to his sister’s house, I silently took in the sights and tried to settle myself down. My mind reverted to the emotional moment we had at his mother’s gravesite the day before. To the earth-shattering love making we had when we returned. And then the standing up on the bed fucking we just did only a few hours ago. I was becoming insatiable for him. I wanted him all the time now that I was home again. I looked over at him as he drove, Joe catching my eye and smiled at me.

“You okay?” he asked, reaching out to take my hand.

“Yes, just wondering if, when we get home later, you’re going to fuck me hard like you did yesterday?”

He choked out a cough at my sudden brashness. “That’s a given.” He squeezed my hand, and he suddenly seemed even happier than when I arrived a few days ago and blew him at his front door. I was beginning to suspect that he was equally insatiable now that I was home with him.

When he turned to see me staring at him still smiling, he lowered his head shyly. “What?” He asked innocently.

“You are an amazing man.” I said through a wide grin.

“Go on. I’m listening.” He smirked.

“Sneaky, but amazing. I’m lucky to have found you at such a young age.”

“I’ll see if you still think that when I turn 40.” He patted my thigh a couple times, then quickly grabbed my bulge before returning his hand to my leg.

“I have a thing for men in their forties.” I leaned back in my seat and held his large hand in both mine. I played with his index finger and thumb as I sat smiling, looking out the window. “What did you tell your dad?”

He let out a little laugh and faced the highway ahead. “I’ve been talking about you a lot these past few weeks when I’m up there. Just casual stuff about talking to you, the things we did together in the summer. He started to clue in lately that we were probably more than just friends when I told him I drove to see you after mom died.”

Joe went quiet, as did I remembering that night when he appeared looking so exhausted and sad. We slept in my tiny bed together all night, wrapped up in each other and hardly moved the entire night.

“And then I simply told him I was gay.”

I was looking down at his hand, his thumb reaching up to rub my hand as we sat in silence, letting that sentence just hang there.

“What did he say?” I asked quietly.

“He wasn’t surprised. Ma hinted that I might be after Sue left and I really didn’t go after too many women. And I mean, look at me right?” He cocked his head to the side and flashed me his pearly whites. “Thinking back my mother started asking if I had ‘found anyone special’ or that I hadn’t met the right ‘person’ yet. She stopped asking about women a long time ago. And when I was visiting after the summer this year, my mother figured out that I had started seeing someone special because I was my old self again at last, she had said.”

Joe pressed his lips together in thought, and I could see he was getting upset talking about his mother. I quickly interjected. “Well she sounds like a smart woman, and a mother always knows so I hear.” I squeezed his hand. “Although my mother is a different story. I don’t think she knows anything about me. So,” I quickly returned to the subject, “your dad is expecting me to be your special someone?”

He laughed and looked at me. “Yeah. I told him I was going to be bringing you to Christmas dinner this year. And today, I figured this was a good way to meet him first. Alone. So it isn’t too overwhelming for you. I offered to come pick him up and take him out for breakfast with you so we could talk without the craziness of Julia and the rest of them.”

I squeezed his thick hand tight. “I think it’s a perfect plan.”

We drove the rest of the way, only about fifteen minutes in quiet again, still holding hands the entire way, until we slowed into his sister’s neighbourhood. As we pulled into the driveway of the two-story suburb type house, Joe announced that we were here.

For a man of 70, Joe’s father looked spry and young. And surprisingly a lot like Joe. Not as big, or built, but same kind eyes, same strong Italian features, same broad shoulders. His dad was more average in height, and I wondered how this man produced such a giant. But when his dad smiled, I saw the same sparkling eyes and wide grin as his son.

I held out my hand outside the truck as he approached. “Nice to meet you Mr. Donato. I’m Brian.”

He grabbed my hand with a firm grip and pulled me into his solid body and hugged me, giving a strong pat on the back before letting me go. “This is the Brian I have heard so much about!” He ruffled my hair and held me at arms’ length, giving me the once over. “Strong!” He said, slapping my arms, his Italian accent thick. “Skinny though, I hope you eat!” He laughed loud, like his son and let me go.

Joe just raised an eyebrow at me observing this exchange. But Joe’s smile said it all: he was happy I was meeting his father.

I slid in between the two Donato men in the truck and we headed to a breakfast that was both light and enjoyable. Joe’s father, also Joe, beamed across the table at us. He talked casually about being at Julia’s house, and then sadly as he realized this would be the first Christmas without his wife of almost 50 years. Joe too got quiet.

I learned a few things that morning: Joe’s dad called him Junior, Joe’s family called him Joey, and his dad could tell Joe was in love with me.

That last moment came when Joe excused himself at the end of the breakfast to use the washroom, and Joe Senior looked me in the eye. “He’s happy.” He said simply.

I nodded in agreement. “I think he’s a pretty happy guy Sir.”

Mr. Donato smiled at me and patted my hand on the table. “You make him happy. I can see that.” He gave me that Donato sly smile, and his eyes lit up as he looked at me. “He needs you. He talks about you a lot you know.”

I found myself blushing and looking down.

“Don’t hide anymore.” Mr. Donato said with finality. “I can tell you two are good for each other already.” His eyes glistened a bit, and I had to look away from him for fear of my own eyes watering up.

I managed a small, “Yes sir,” and cleared my throat.

Joe returned and noted the quietness of the table. He gave me that ‘is everything okay?’ look, but I just smiled at him.

But it was Mr. Donato that spoke first. “I was telling Brian, you two together makes me so happy.”

Joe sat up straight, surprised by his father’s words.

“And it would have made your mother happy to see you smiling again Joey.” Mr. Donato put his hand on Joe’s large one and squeezed. “It’s about time son.”

Joe wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me into a hug. “Thanks Dad.”

That was all that was needed to be said.

We drove his dad back to Julia’s and headed back to Joe’s place quietly smiling to each other, Joe’s big hand wrapped around mine the entire way back. And as we entered his place, his big hands were all over me, pulling at my clothes, lifting them off my body, pulling them down my legs, getting at my flesh as we headed to the bedroom.

We were kissing the entire way there, and Joe had me naked before any piece of clothing was off his body. As an item left my skin, his mouth and hands were on it. When he pulled my pants off me, he lifted me into his arms and carried me the rest of the way, our mouths locked. He was very happy. Very, very happy.

He dropped me on the bed and crawled up over me, yanking the last piece of clothing left on me – my underwear – down my legs, leaving me naked as he completely clothed body covered mine. He moved above me, kissing me passionately and slowly lowering himself onto me. I could feel his huge cock bulging in his jeans pressing against me.

“I take it you’re happy with how that went?” I moaned in between his kisses.

He didn’t answer, just kissed his way down my face, down my neck to my chest and began licking and nibbling on me. My fingers ran through his hair, and then up over my head as he snaked his way down and I got lost in the sensation of his mouth on me. My cock was being kissed and licked now, his fat tongue caressing it up and down as if he was slowly making love to it. My legs spread automatically, and his fingers began probing as he moved up and down my cock with his mouth. I tried to relax and willed myself not to cum as he expertly milked my dick while playing with ass.

After spending the morning with him, sitting beside him as we talked with his dad, I wanted Joe more than ever. I began begging him to fuck me.

Joe grunted. “Not yet.” And he kept going, licking his way down.

I grabbed his head and watched his clothed body below me as he licked my opening, making me squirm and moan. He was making noises as he tongue fucked me, growling in pleasure as he listened to me squeal. His hands were holding my legs open and his scruffy face was moving lovingly in between me.

He licked his way up again and I pulled his head up to my mouth, kissing him deeply and feeling his jean covered bulge rub against my ass.

“Now?!” I grunted as he moved his knees beside me and lifted me off the bed easily into his arms around his waist.

He giggled. “Nope.” He picked me up by the waist and lifted me up so my cock was level with his face and opened his mouth wide, taking me in deep, holding me up as my hands rested on his plaid shirt shoulders.

“Holy fuck!” I moaned, seeing my reflection in his mirror.

He pushed me away and let me come back down to his face, where he kissed me again and laid me back down on the bed, moving south once more to find my cock and suck me to the root. I grabbed his head again and held him there as he began bobbing up and down, sucking me hard and making me groan.

I went numb, and a tingling sensation coursed through me. “Oh fuck Joe. You’re going to make me cum.”

“Do it!” He yelled, grabbing the base of my dick hard and squeezing it tight as he moved up and down, urging me to cum not only with his command, but with his mouth as well.

I grabbed his ears and held on as I felt it bubbling. I started shaking the way I always do when I’m about to unleash my load without touching my cock. “Oh my God.” I yelled, lifting my legs up and bending my legs around him, resting my heels on his back. “Oh my GOD!” I screamed, literally convulsing as he sucked my cock relentlessly.

“I’m cumming!” I hollered suddenly and I arched with a loud grunt as his hand gripped my shaft and milked my juice out of me. He groaned as I flooded his mouth, and he swallowed it all, clamping his mouth around my tool so as not to let one drop spill. I shuddered a few more bursts of cum into him and he happily drank me down, slowly milking and sucking back every last drop.

I stopped shaking at last and relaxed my legs down as he continued to suck my deflating cock, coming off it with a satisfying “Ah!” He looked up at me and licked his full lips, then wiped his scruffy chin to make sure he wasn’t wasting any before he crawled over me again and met me in a wild deep kiss.

I wrapped myself around his clothed body and felt his 9 inches bursting to be freed from his jeans against me once again.

“My turn!” I moaned and pushed him sideways to get him to roll over.

I opened his fly and pulled out his monster cock. “Fuck!” I moaned and dove down on it. I wanted him so badly at this moment, I didn’t even bother with the rest of his clothes. Joe moaned, holding my head in both hands as I started my attack on his rock hard dick.

I pulled at his jeans, to lower them just below his ass and balls so I could get my hand on the bottom of his nuts to hold them as I moved expertly up and down. I wanted his cum just like he had taken mine.

He was caressing my hair softly as he laid back. When I glanced up at him, he was flat on his back, head back staring up at the ceiling moaning like a man. I could see his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallowed between groans. I looked at his flat belly button appearing just under his shirt as I sucked his cock.

His hips involuntarily lifted a bit and he let out a loud “Oh fuck Brian” as I continued. His grip tightened around my head, and he bent his legs a bit and I swallowed his cock more, making him grunt out even louder. “God yes!” he moaned.

I grabbed the base of his cock and started to move my hand up and down his spit covered cock with my mouth. That did it as he looked down at me and growled loudly. “Holy fuck YES!” he yelled and started to shake a bit himself. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum!” His deep voice bellowed out.

The game was afoot, and I maneuvered into position to ensure I got every last drop in my mouth. I moved up a bit and bent over him, slurping on that thick shaft, letting out my own moans now as I worked that cock. Joe did a slight crunch up and held my head in place, letting me do the work but wanting to just fuck my throat deep. He was practically sitting up at this point, his throbbing cock shoved so deep down my throat I was gagging now at times, but I fucking loved it.

“Yeah, here it comes baby!” he groaned, and I prepared for the gush of his load.

He let out a loud grunt and I felt the salty taste of him enter the back of my throat. I swallowed it quickly with my saliva and felt the second burst flood me. One thing about Joe, he always had a nice thick load, even only hours after breeding my ass this morning.

I sucked him to a shuddering conclusion, Joe finally letting go of my head and flopping backwards on the bed onto his back, his arms outstretched beside him in a crucifixion pose, his stomach heaving as I sucked his cock to deflation.

“Mmmm!” I moaned as I crawled up his body, letting his cock fall against his exposed waist and positioning myself on his chest. I was laying completely on top of him, my head resting at the top of his shoulder beside his neck. I listened to his breathing, hard and fast as he caught his breath.

“My God you certainly know how to suck a cock.” He said breathlessly, bringing one big arm up onto my back and holding me against him. I snuggled into him not wanting to move.

It was almost noon, and as our breathing slowed down to normal, I knew our time today was coming to an end. I had told my mom I was returning today, and Joe was going to drop me off home this afternoon at some point. We had already agreed we wouldn’t be able to see each other again until Christmas morning, as I had family stuff to do, and dinners to attend. Joe was going to keep busy at Julia’s and had a Christmas dinner on Christmas Eve there with the extended family.

But even though we weren’t planning on seeing each other until Christmas morning, when I could get away, it didn’t mean that we couldn’t see each other quickly in between.

After all, we did only live 5 minutes away from each other.