Summer Landscaping Bonus

The first person I told when I got back to school was Sandra. She had become my go to girl on campus, and at first, there had been some interest there on both parts, but eventually we had drifted into the friend zone. Especially since I was being drawn more and more to only men over the last few years.

Joe had driven me himself on Sunday, refusing to let me take the bus or the train back to university alone, saying the three-hour drive was nothing for him. He would enjoy the silence back he said, blaring his tunes and thinking about our love making that morning. I joked that he may need to pull over and jerk off if he thinks about it too much. He winked at me, saying he probably would do just that.

It was Monday night of our first week on the new semester. And truth be told, I missed him already. Joe had just left the day before as he dropped me off and headed back home.

Home. To OUR home. Joe already mentioned that he was going to go through his stuff and start pitching out things he didn’t want so that we could pick stuff out together in the Spring when I returned. I couldn’t wait to do this with him. I couldn’t wait to be done with this 3rd year and spend four months with just him. Living together. Before my final year of school and the reality of a budding career. But just knowing I had someone finally to love, in a proper healthy relationship was all I needed. At least, I hoped that was what I needed.

It was the early nineties and there was still a lot of secrecy and closeted behavior. With Joe at my side, I felt brave and confident. No one would mess with big, muscled 6’4” Joe. And he said no one would mess with me. But I was three hours away from him, and within the first 24 hours I wondered if I could do it.

Sandra had come over that Monday night. We were in the same program and had similar classes. We were also part of the residence’s executive council, which meant we ran and organized events for our residence and allowed us to have a reduction in our residence fees to do so.

It was in the middle of our planning ahead for the next council meeting that I suddenly blurted out to her that I had a boyfriend. She reacted exactly as I hoped, hugging me tightly and congratulating me, saying she didn’t know, and what a shame it was for the females but kudos to my boyfriend. She even confessed that her brother was gay, but in his case, she always knew.

It was when she asked me about my boyfriend that I started to think I couldn’t do this after all without Joe. When I told her about Joe, her eyes widened.

“The big guy that I took you to that you told me was your uncle?” She had asked me. I felt the nervousness rise in me when I remembered that that was how I introduced her to him. She scrunched her face at first, but then did raise her eyebrows wide with a smile. “Well, he is HOT! I mean, even Ichecked him out, but….” She paused and looked at me.

I felt my heart racing now. “What?”

“How old is he?” Sandra asked, frowning at me.

“38.” I said simply, trying to sound completely confident.

She just shrugged. “And you’re now living with him?”

I nodded, but she didn’t say anything in return.

“I’m not asking for approval.” I heard myself snapping out, which made her look up with an apologetic look.

“No no no, please don’t take this the wrong way. I’m just worried that you ‘coming out’ and all and moving right into an older man’s house just screams all the wrong things, that’ all.”

I pursed my lips together and took a breath. “It’s not like that. You don’t know him.”

“I wish I did.” Sandra said with a wink, trying to lighten the mood.

“Plus, you don’t know all the experiences I’ve had!” I said out loud. I hadn’t shared any of these past experiences with anyone, other than Joe. And even Joe didn’t know about all of them.

Sandra gave me a wry smile. “All the experiences? So there have been others?” She poked me in the leg. “Do tell!” She giggled.

“No!” I said, unable to stop my smile from spreading.

“Anyone I know??!!” She prodded me again, poking me in the side making me squeal as it was one of my spots that was completely ticklish.

I thought for a minute, realizing that she did know Sean, but I couldn’t tell anyone about that. And she had met Aaron, but had no idea. And she did know our professor….

“Not anyone I want to tell you about.” I said, moving off the bed to get away from her pokes. “Besides, I’m ready for this with Joe. He is unbelievable, you have no idea.”

Sandra smiled and let out a long, “Mmmmm.” She licked her lips a little and crossed her legs on the bed and faced me. “Well, I mean he looks amazing. He’s fucking drop dead gorgeous and all.” She held up her finger. “And the age thing isn’t really a big deal honestly! I mean he looks goooooood for 38!” She giggled, blushing a little. “It’s the whole moving in.” She raised her eyebrows and waited.

“I just feel like I have a home now.” Was all I said in response, which seemed to satisfy her for now.

But after she left, I started to doubt what I was doing. I flopped on my bed, listening to a copy of the CD I had made for Joe when my phone rang.

“So how was your first day?” Joe’s voice on the other end of my residence phone made me immediately smile.

“Hey big guy.” I purred into the phone. “I’m so glad you called.”

“Uh oh. Rough day?” His deep voice relaxed me, and I pictured him sitting in the living room with the phone cradled in his neck.

I let out a long sigh and said it was fine, but he knew better.

“Sooooo…what’s going on? Do I need to come and beat someone up for ya?” He chuckled into the phone.

“I just miss you, that’s all.” I said quietly.

Joe gave a little laugh with his breath, and I could hear him smiling on the other end. “Me too.” He added softly and we both just sort of sat there, smiling into the phone. I did wish he could come up, or at least be closer. Why did I have to pick this university that was so far away?

“Do you think we moved too fast?” I asked at last, feeling my heart beating fast as I waited for him to answer, but also feeling my cock swelling in my pants just knowing he was on the other end.

“No.” He said right away. “Not at all. I love you Brian. Like no one before. And I’ve come to realize life is too short. This is what people do when they are in love…they move in together.”

I lay my head back on my pillow clutching the phone. “I love you too.”

“Why are you asking?” And then his voice changed and went lower and deeper. “Did you talk to your mom?”

“No, just a friend, that’s all.”

“About us?”

“Yeah.” I said quietly, but Joe’s response wasn’t what I was expecting.

“Well good for you! I’m glad to hear that you’re talking about us. It’s about time, remember? The more you talk about us, the more freeing it is. Trust me.” I could feel myself relaxing as he went on and I listened to his sexy voice. “You’re going to get a lot of people giving their opinions, thinking that they know what’s best. But in the end little buddy, only YOU know what’s best. So don’t worry so much about what other people say or think. I don’t care, and neither should you.”

“You’re right.” I said simply, sitting up with that renewed sense of courage that I seemed to get only from Joe.

“Don’t be so hung up on what other people think. You’ve got me now. Remember that.”

I smiled and felt my eyes watering. “Can you come over?”

Joe laughed loud and let out a big sigh. “I wish I could babe. You have no idea.”

“I think I do.” I said back into the phone. We talked about other things after that, casually, for the next half an hour. Joe always had a way of making me feel better. That’s what true love is all about after all. And I knew that’s what we had. I could’ve laid there talking to him all night. But he did say he had a good day at work and had lots to tell me already, but wanted to do it in person. He was planning on visiting in a couple weeks after he had been to his dad’s place this weekend. So at least I had that to look forward to.

After I hung up I stayed on my bed, flaked out with a perma-grin, my mind picturing Joe in his spot on the sofa. As I laid there, picturing Joe, his voice still ringing in my ear, I remembered our last morning together, just yesterday. How the sun wasn’t even fully up yet, but Joe was. I opened up my zipper and pulled out my cock, already thick from talking to Joe, and started pulling on it softly as I remembered yesterday morning…

How Joe had rolled over behind me, still naked from our fuck session the night before. He was wide awake as I was slowly coming to, his body gently pressing up against me. I could feel his big legs connect with mine. I could feel his cock, hard and pulsing, pressing against my body. His scruffy face moved into my neck, tickling me and making me giggle as he started to kiss my shoulders. And his hand found its way under the covers, down my side, to my growing cock.

My ass was still tender from his deep pounding the night before. He had fucked me hard, thinking it was going to be the last time in a while and he wanted me to remember it. And because I was still remembering it, and when he started to caress me in silence, I was already pressing back up against him, letting him know that I was ready for more this morning.

He was spooning me, my naked body folded into his as his big arm under me wrapped around me as his other hand slowly started to jerk my cock. His mouth was all over my neck, the sides of my face, my ears, kissing and licking spots on me. I was in that state of slowly waking up, stretching my body awake to feel the bare hard-muscled body of my man behind me, around me, wanting me. I found my hand moving down to his, covering his with mine to stroke my own cock using his hand. My other hand had stretched around his thick forearm, feeling the smoothness of the hair and the width of his arm in my grip. I think I started moaning as his tongue probed my ear, as his hand squeezed my cock tighter, as my own hand held on to his giant paw as he fisted my cock faster.

Without a word he had moved his hand off my cock and brought it up to his mouth to spit on it, then applied it to my hungry hole. He lifted my leg up and I felt his cock sliding into me, sideways as we lay together. His arm under me had reached around to my opposite shoulder so I was in his grasp. His hand had returned to my cock to slowly stroke me as his hips moved his cock into me. He slid in so easily, my ass still lubed from the cum from him from the previous night’s escapades. And Joe’s moans soon joined mine as he gently poked his way into me.

I turned my head sideways and back to him, to see his eyes watching mine. I reached around and opened my mouth to feel his stubbled lips meet mine in a kiss. He let go of my cock long enough to reach under my one leg to hold it up more and returned to stroking me. His humping action was slow and methodical from this angle, making sure that he could get as much of his thick 9 inches into me sideways as he could. I arched back into him, feeling like my body molded into his perfectly as he held me so close.

We didn’t say a word, just made love in this spooned position for a good while, until Joe’s fist worked me into a quivering fever. I reached behind him and grabbed at the side of his ass as I started to groan. His hips pumped into me with a new eagerness, trying to punch that spot that would help my orgasm along. And he found it perfectly, timing his thrusts with his hand jerking me to a shuddering mess as I exploded my cum onto the sheets beside me.

Joe’s deep voice growled in my ear as he held my cock tight, squeezing it hard as he drilled into my ass his own load, holding my cock in one hand as his arm held me into him. His breath was on my neck, his voice a low rumble in my ear as he told me over and over again how much he loved me as his spilled his load deep inside me again.

And as I opened my eyes from that memory in my dorm room, I looked down at my hand wrapped around my cock as I lay on my residence bed, completely writhing in my bed at just the memory of Joe fucking me. I was jerking my cock hard as I pictured Joe shooting his load into me yesterday morning. I was holding my shirt up far to try not to spill my own thick load on me as it built up.

“Holy fuck!” I mumbled and let it fly, the first stream shooting straight up and out of my 8 inch cut cock, a blob of cum landing just under my chin on my shirt. I curled upwards, letting another stream out, and another, and another. I counted 6 total, picturing my big man Joe drilling his own load into me.

“Fuuuuuucccccckkkkk.” I groaned, squeezing the last drop out and laying back flat, spent after a thick load of cum rested on my abs as I lay on my residence bed. I let out a little giggle as I squeezed my cock, seeing another drop of cum leak out, just as Joe had done to me that morning.

I let my head fall back on my pillow again, my shirt lifted up to my pecs, my own cum sliding off my flat abs, still picturing our last morning together. Joe had finally let go of my cock and wrapped his arm around me so that I was smothered in both his arms, trapped between him as we lay on our sides, his cock still buried deep inside me. We had laid like that for another hour, drifting off to sleep again. But his cock stayed inside me.

And right now, as I lay in my bed alone, I could still feel Joe in me. Around me. And that was all I needed to get through these days and nights without him. I knew it would be soon when I would see him again. And I couldn’t wait to see him again. To kiss him again. To make love to him again.