Summer Landscaping Bonus

I stood in my bedroom of my mother’s house, stuffing things into a suitcase on December 31st. I was packing up my stuff; well…sort of. I was preparing to “move” my stuff. 

To Joe’s.

And at 21, almost 22, I was moving in with a man. It felt right, real. I felt alive and free. I still had another year of school to finish beside my current year, and this was the first year I was NOT looking forward to going back to school after the winter break. Because now I was moving in with Joe. And I didn’t want to leave him, even for only four months.  

Joe promised that as soon as I returned to him in May, our summer together would be fantastic. We would make the most of it before I headed back in September for my final year.  

My mother appeared in my doorway with her usual look and I ignored her and continued moving about packing things that I would need over the next few days and would need when I returned home in May. But this time, my home would be at Joe’s. And for the first time, I would feel like I had a home to come back to. 

“So, you’re really doing this?” I heard my mother say from the doorway. 

I answered a curt “Uh huh” without looking at her but could hear the disapproval on her face. 

“I haven’t even met him yet.” 

“No, you haven’t. I’ve offered, but you’re always busy.” I turned to her finally and put my hands on my hips and waited for her to respond. 

“I mean you only told me 6 days ago. Like you’ve offered that much. Don’t you think it’s kind of fast?”  

I shook my head. “I’ve already told you no. We’ve been seeing each other since the summer.” 

She made a face and stepped into my room and sat on my bed. “I just never thought of you as…well, I’m just surprised that’s all.” 

I looked at her, wondering how much I should tell her. About my baseball coach Steve. About Rick. About her own friend’s husband. Or the lawyer Jay. Or the guys in university. Or my university professor. If only she knew. 

“I mean how long have you known you were…well…you know.” 

“Into men?” I asked her bluntly. “When I was 18 I guess. I had a few experiences that helped.” 

She scrunched her face again and gave me a half smile. “I’m just surprised you never told me.” 

I gave a little sigh and sat down on the bed beside her. “You’re not really around much to be honest. And I’m telling you about it now.” 

She smiled sadly at me, realizing I wasn’t wrong. “Is he nice?” 

“No mom, he’s a complete asshole and that’s why I’m moving in with him.” I said sarcastically, making her give a playful pat on my hand and giggle.  

“You know what I mean.” 

I smiled helplessly as my mind turned to Joe. All 6’4” of him. So big and muscular, so masculine and rugged, so confident and amazing. “He’s unbelievable. He’s hot as hell.” I giggled, but then took a deep breath. “Plus he’s sweet, loving, romantic, kind….” I looked at her. “He’s older than me. And he’s a big guy, and rather built so I certainly feel safe!” I blushed as I said it. “But the best is he loves me. He’s going to take care of me. And he’s not going to hurt me. Ever.” I smiled widely and my mother couldn’t help but smile back.  

“Well when you get back from school this summer, we’ll come over and get to meet him. I’m just sorry we are heading out today and can’t take you over.” 

“It’s okay. It can wait.” 

And with that, my mom got up abruptly and announced she was getting ready to head out with her husband for their New Year’s Eve party. Typical. Plans for themselves that never had anything to do with me. I always seemed to be an afterthought, or not even a thought in her plans. It had been that way since I was 10, when my parents divorced, and I became a burden to my mother’s wandering lifestyle. Not that I cared now that I was an adult. But this was the norm as I grew up. 

I sat on the bed resigned to the fact that they would be heading out shortly, and that in a few hours, Joe was coming over to pick me up, and my stuff. I was moving in with him. For at least a few days until he drove me back to school three hours away. But I certainly didn’t want to think about that. 

At 5:15pm, I heard Joe’s truck pull into my driveway. I had all of my things at the door, waiting for him. I had the door open and my shoes on as he walked up the pathway with his hands in his pocket and the same look of excitement that I had on his face as well. 

“You all ready?” He beamed at me. As soon as he smiled, my breath caught in my throat. He was wearing jeans with his tanned construction boot and a white collared button-down shirt underneath his winter coat. He had come from work, as he would be off for a few days and needed to get some stuff organized for the holiday tomorrow. It reminded me of that first time I spotted him getting out of the truck on the field I was cutting for the Hydro company Joe worked for. And even now, six months later, he still took my breath away as soon as I saw him. 

I jumped into his arms as he came up the steps and he hugged me tight. I buried my head in his neck and breathed in his scent. It was like a drug to me, the way he smelled. He laughed as he held me like a kid in his arms, standing still and breathing me in as well. 

“I take it you’re as excited as I am!” He said into my ear as he stood there, holding me. 

I pulled away and he let me down. I grabbed his big hand and tugged him inside and pointed at my things. “It’s all here.” 

“Your mom home?” He asked, looking around inside, but he already knew the answer. 

“Nope! So, let’s get going!” I said, grabbing my suitcase and handing it to Joe. He waited for more, as I loaded up his big hands with stuff and grabbed a couple of my boxes for myself. In two trips each we were done loading up the truck and I was sitting in his cab, watching him hop in beside me. 

He closed the door and immediately grabbed my hand. “You got everything?” He asked, and I nodded, looking at him. “You okay?” He said, giving me his serious Joe face.  

I leaned over to kiss him. “Better than okay.” 

Joe smiled, taking my hand in his. “I’ve never been happier.” He mumbled. 

I wanted to say to enjoy it for only a few days before I was leaving again but held my tongue. “Me too big guy. Now drive!” I yelled in laughter, making Joe giggle like a boy and start the truck. 

Fifteen minutes later, we were standing in his kitchen with my stuff beside the front door, pouring wine that Joe had ready for the occasion.  

He held up his glass and looked at me, leaning over the counter. “Thank you.” 

I gave a little smile and looked into his beautiful brown eyes. “I should be thanking you.” 

He shook his head. “No, I want to thank you. For being there in that field that day. For falling for me. For your passion, and your intelligence and your humour. For loving me and for saving me.” His eyes were watering up, as were mine. “And for saying yes to moving in with me. You’ve made me such a happy man.” 

I clinked his glass and held up my finger. “My turn.” I said before we drank. 

Joe rolled his eyes playfully and then grinned at me. “Don’t steal my thunder.”  

I cleared my throat and held my glass up to him, looking into his eyes. “And I want to thank you for stepping out of that truck, looking like one big wet dream of mine.” Joe giggled and his lips curled in a wider smile. I continued, “And for coming back for me. For falling for me. For your sensitive and caring nature, for your support, for your protectiveness, and for your unbelievable sexiness. And…” I took a deep sigh. “For loving me like no one ever else has.” 

Joe pursed his lips together and gave me a sweet look and clinked my glass. “Welcome home Brian.” We took a sip from our glasses, and then Joe took mine from me and set it down on the counter, and pulled me into his body to kiss me, and wrap his arms around me. I stood there, my face against his chest, hugging him back with my eyes closed. I could hear his heart beating, his rhythm matching my own. Joe’s cheek rested on top of my head. When he stepped back, he took both my hands in his, and I couldn’t help but look at how thick his hands were, how strong they appeared over mine, how manly they were. I brought his one hand to my lips, and I kissed his thumb, letting it rest in my mouth as I smiled seductively at him as he watched me. 

“I’ve got lots of food to nibble on tonight if you’re hungry.” He chuckled as he wiggled his thumb in my lips. And we need to get your things unpacked.” He kissed the top of my head. “So we can ring in the new year together.” 

I breathed in and reluctantly let go of his hand. “It’s just us tonight right? No one’s coming over?” 

Joe stepped back a bit and looked down at me. “Just us. Julia did invite us over, but I declined, saying I wanted to start this New Year with just you.” 

My hands moved around to his ass and I grabbed it, pulling him into me. “Good. Cause that’s all I want. To start this new year right.” 

Joe’s hands moved to my ass, and he cupped my cheeks in his big hands and squeezed me tight. “Oh we’re going to start this new year right all right. It’s gonna start with me filling this tight little ass up.” He groaned, leaning down to kiss me softly. He pulled away and grabbed his glass. “But first, we move you in.” He took a swig of wine and then passed me my glass. “While we drink and eat!” He winked at me. 

Joe had everything ready – spaces for my stuff, drawers emptied, spots dedicated for me. I already was familiar with his place, having spent enough time in his home for the last little while, especially while I was home from school. But now it was my space. He divided up the spaces in the bathroom. He dedicated spots in the closet for my stuff. He emptied out drawers in his dresser for me. And we started putting some of my things around the house and promised that we would shop for more items together. 

“Welcome home.” I kept hearing his voice say, as we unpacked all my belongings. The entire time I caught myself looking at him – staring at his wide shoulders, checking out his ass as he bent over to move things for me, standing next to him as he cleared things for me, studying his face as he contemplated where to put stuff. I was falling more and more in love with him every second. 

Joe left me to fiddle with some things as he took a quick shower. When we were done, we had cooked a bevy of appetizers that were spread out across the living room coffee table. Joe prepared most of it, leaving me to unpack the rest of my stuff as he disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a full wine glass and a couple of sample bites of food that he fed to me. We changed into lounge pants and t-shirts, Joe’s a dark grey jogger pant and a black tee, me in a pair of light grey pj bottoms and a white tee. And of course, we were both barefoot. 

We lounged out on the sofa, with the food in front of us, the wine in our hands, and our bodies in close body contact as we sat on the couch together. Finished eating, finished packing, and almost finished drinking, Joe was sprawled out upright on the couch with me in between his big legs. He had one leg stretched out in front, with the other bent up on the couch so I could lay in between him, my head resting on his lap as he played with my hair. We were watching Dick Clark’s New Year’s Eve and talking about nothing. This would be our new norm, being home together, lounging, talking, and just enjoying each other’s company. Something so simple. Yet so romantic and exciting at the same time. 

The Christmas tree was still up, and I remembered coming over on Christmas Day to find Joe waiting for me under it, naked save for his Santa hat and bow. He was such a man…and as I lay on him, my hands started to wander around his firm body. 

I sat up suddenly, causing Joe to give a little start and move his leg. He turned more toward me, and I could see he was already bulging in his joggers. He had a perma-grin on his face, and I could tell he was feeling happy with the wine. He blinked at me, his lips hidden under his five-day scruff since Christmas, making him look even more rugged than usual. I sat on my heels on the couch, looking at him, my own bulge slightly pronounced as I faced him.  

“So, what do you want to do now that I’m all moved in?” I asked with a sly grin. 

Joe’s grin widened, and the bulge in his dark grey pants also widened. “I dunno.” He said, raising his eyes to the ceiling. “Watch the ball drop and pass out?” He moved his legs together out in front of him and stretched his arms out, giving a fake yawn. 

I got off the couch and moved in front of him, stepping over his legs and blocking his view of the TV. I hooked my thumb into my pj’s and lowered them a bit, showing off my flat abs and the top of my shaved cock. His eyes looked down, and then he grinned back up at me.  

“Or…” He sat up slowly, letting his hands move up my legs to my hips and pull me towards him. He leaned in and kissed the spot I held exposed lightly, his lips connecting to my flesh and sending an immediate burst of excitement through me. I let my hands move to his hair as he pulled me towards him, feeling his scratchy cheek rub against my abs as he lifted my shirt up and kissed every spot he could get.  

And then he pulled my bottoms down, underwear and all, and let my hardening cock flop out in front of him. “Mmmm. Happy New Year.” He murmured as he moved his mouth to my dick and swallowed it in his hot wet mouth.  

I stood over him, my mouth hanging open in pleasure as he started to suck on my meat. I held his head in my hands and looked down his enormous back, until my hands started to roam over his shirt. He held my firm ass in his hands as he slurped and sucked on me, until my hands pulled at his shirt and he got the hint to take it off. 

As he pulled his shirt off, I stepped out of my bottoms and lifted my own white tee off, standing now naked in front of him. Joe just growled, and I could see the tent he was sporting in his jogger pants was at full mast. I knelt over him, pushing him gently back on the couch and straddled his waist, moving my face to his to meet his lips in a sensual kiss.  

This time, it was me that groaned, “Happy New Year.” 

His hands roamed all over my body, feeling my back and my ass, then down my legs and back up again to my shoulders. His touch sent shivers through me, his big fingers touching me so lightly gooseflesh appeared all over me. I was moaning as we kissed hard, and my cock was rock hard, pressing against Joe’s rippling abs.  

I started grinding my ass on him, feeling the big bulge in his pants underneath me. I felt like a stripper, giving a customer a lap dance. And he was certainly enjoying it. 

I gave him a wicked grin and slinked down his chest, kissing spots on him as I made my way down and slid down his legs until my face was at that giant bulge. I knew what was underneath the material. And I couldn’t wait to see it. 

I grinned up at him, seeing him sitting there in the corner of the couch as if he was just watching TV shirtless. His eyes watched me, and he gave me that sexy grin of his. I moved his legs wider, and knelt in front of him, as my hands moved over his cock buried under his joggers. Joe lifted his ass and pushed his pants down to his knees, letting his large cock pop out and land on his flat stomach.  

I pulled his joggers down to his ankles, and helped him out of them, letting my hands glide slowly up his feet, up his huge legs, to meet in the middle where his thick meat waited for my touch. And as soon as my hands ran over his smooth, hard cock, Joe breathed in deeply. His cock twitched, and he groaned.  

I leaned in and found myself licking it from the base to the tip. Joe’s deep voice moaned in response, making me want to continue my assault on his dick just to hear my man grunting and groaning. Before I knew it, I was giving him a masterful blow job as he sat there, in his favourite spot on the couch. His little man between his legs. 

It was Joe that pulled me up. I knew he would, as I could sense his rising intensity. His moans were getting louder. His body was moving in response to my hands all over him. And his cock was throbbing like mad. So when his hands went under my pits and he lifted me straight up off the floor, my stomach flipped and I locked my legs around his waist as he stood up with me in his grip. 

He was standing now in front of the couch and reached behind me to guide his already slick cock into my warm hole. His mouth clamped down on mine and kissed me as he fished for the spot with his cock. I lifted myself up a bit, my arms around his neck as I clung to him, waiting for his member to find its home.  

Home. I thought. I have a home.  

I arched a bit, to help him out, and then my ass did the rest of the work. As soon as the tip of his cock found the opening, both our mouths gaped open, and our eyes locked. I grimaced a bit as I felt the force of that thick cock pry my ass open. But my body was willing, and I let him gently begin to push into me as I pushed back against him to get that thick shaft inside me. 

“Oh fuck Joe.” I whispered, squeezing my arms around him tighter and pressing my face against his. His arms were around me, one hand on his cock guiding it in, his other holding me against his body tightly as he stood stock still, in the middle of his living room. In the middle of OUR living room. 

“I want to fuck you all over our house.” He groaned at me, and then my ass gave way, and I sunk all the way down on his tool. 

I gasped loudly and remained attached to him. Joe’s hands gripped my waist as I heard him let out a huge moan as he felt himself impale me. He just stood there for a moment, letting me adjust, letting me welcome every thick inch of his 9 inches into me. He seemed to sink deeper than ever before as I squeezed my thighs against his. Completely naked, standing in the living room, we started to move. 

He lifted me slowly at first, watching my eyes as he bent his knees a bit and let me move up and down on him. Then his lips were on mine and we were kissing hard, letting ourselves relax into the gyration. Then he let out a little giggle, and he broke away from our kiss to lean back a bit and bounce me easily on his cock. He is so fucking strong, I thought to myself as I hung on to his boulder like shoulders. He was a beast of a man, and he was all mine. 

When he saw me smile, he started walking. He pulled me close and pushed my head to his shoulder as he walked effortlessly with me in his arms, his cock stuffed up completely inside my ass. I closed my eyes as we moved, every step still causing sensations through me as his cock stimulated me.  

I opened my eyes to see that we were in the kitchen, moving around the island to the sink, where Joe carried me to the edge of the counter and set me down slightly, bending to make sure that his cock didn’t slip out. With my ass resting on the edge, he held me tight and gave me a burst of quick deep thrusts, sending loud gasps from my mouth and slapping sounds from our bodies connecting. My hands were clasped behind his thick neck and he watched me intensely as he rammed me good and hard for a few minutes, before lifting me back up and into his arms gasping for breath.  

Then he carried me out of the kitchen, and down the hallway. 

He stopped midway and slammed me up against the wall and let me have it there, fucking me deep and rough. “Holy fuck Joe!” I yelled, loving every minute of it, before he was pulling me off the wall and carrying me further down the hallway.  

We moved into the spare bedroom, where Joe had a desk and an extra bed. But he bypassed those pieces of furniture and moved to the window which looked out to the backyard. I felt the cold on my back as he pressed me against the window, and gave me a very deep and slow thrusting, making sure I could feel him digging into me. I was pressing back against him as much as he was pushing up into me. 

And then he was pulling me off the window and we were walking again. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, as if he wanted to cum but was holding off. We didn’t speak, but our eyes were locked on each other, and we both knew what we were thinking. 

The main bathroom in the hallway was next, and I could see Joe looking at my back in the mirror on the vanity he had me on as he fucked me. He pulled me off the vanity, and held me up, letting me bounce up and down on his cock as he watched in the mirror.  

“That looks so fucking hot.” He growled, causing me to turn around to see what he was seeing. I could see his fat cock disappearing in and out of my tight ass as he lifted me up and down. I groaned, and turned back to him, kissing him deeply. I must have weighed nothing to him as he stepped out of the bathroom backwards, his cock still buried in me.  

I leaned into his muscular shoulders and kissed his flesh, moving over the wide mounds to his neck as he carried me to the bedroom. He easily moved over to the bed, and sat backwards on the bed, with me now in his lap, before he maneuvered us into the middle.  

“It’s almost midnight.” I said with a grin as I sat in his lap, still attached on his cock. Joe grunted something, but I pushed him backwards, letting him lay flat on his back on the bed. My hands glided over his big pecs, feeling their massiveness under my fingers as I sat back on his cock. I could feel his legs slide down and stretch out and watched as he bent his arms to move behind his head. He lay there, looking up at me, his huge biceps flexed large, his face beaming at me. 

I slid my hands to his trim waist, holding onto his abs and started to move slowly up and down on his cock, seeing the look on his face, seeing his eyes glaze over.  

“Yeah, ride me Brian.” He mumbled, smiling at me.  

“I want you to cum at midnight.” I smirked at him, bouncing on his cock.  

He growled. “Nice. Although you keep that up and I’ll cum in a second.” His smile was wide, and I could see how much he was enjoying seeing me on top of him.  

I myself was close, and I looked over at the clock on his bedside table. I took it easy for a few more minutes, riding him gently, moving slowly over him, until I saw the clock hit 11:59.  

I grabbed my own cock and leaned backwards, causing him to automatically gasp as the change in position affected him. His cock was straight up inside me, and I knew he was in deeper. His hands moved from behind his head to my waist in a flash as he hung on to me, knowing he was going to explode soon.  

“Holy fuck Brian!” He moaned as I started jerking my own cock, riding him now like a wild man, slamming my ass down on him hard. My one hand held onto his leg behind me as I rode him, Joe now joining in the drilling by ramming me upwards as he lay under me. This position was hitting me in the right places inside and I could feel my cum rising.  

I could hear the cheers from the TV in the living room, and I noticed the clock change to 12:00, making me announce that I was cumming.  

“Me too!” Joe’s deep voice boomed as he fucked me hard, both of us bucking wildly against one another as I started shooting out ropes of cum forward as Joe grunted his out inside my ass. All I heard was the sounds of our moans. All I could see was my cum landing on Joe’s meaty chest and on the sides of his face. And I felt Joe flood my ass as his pace slowed with the last thrusts of his seed draining from his cock.  

I sat back, still impaled with his cock, trying to catch my breath, holding my deflating cock in my cum covered hand. Joe’s heavy breathing filled the room as well, and our eyes found each other. Joe grinned right away, seeing me still sitting atop him. “Wow!” He said through pants. “Happy Fucking New Year.”  

I leaned over him, letting his cock slip out of me just to get to his face and kissed him, licking my own cum from his cheek, making him groan even more. “Happy New Year mister.” I let my body cover his, resting on him and feeling his bare body underneath me. His hands slid up my back and rested on me, the weight of his arms pulling me into his body even more. I smiled in his neck, feeling completely happy.  

“Welcome home baby.” He whispered in my ear, as he let out a few long breaths.  

This was going to be a good year, I thought to myself as I felt my body drifting off to sleep, safe in the arms of my man at home.