Summer Landscaping Bonus

I stood at the window in the living room watching him mow the lawn. Joe was in his work boots, his grey socks coming up just to the top of the open boots at his thick calves. He was wearing shorts despite the cooling weather, along with a flannel shirt rolled up at the elbows, and a grey t-shirt underneath displayed under the undone red and black checked flannel one. He had a baseball hat on as well, and he didn’t shave this morning, making him look all lumberjack-ish and manly. I watched him secretly, watching the way he robotically moved along, pushing the green mower in front of him, the determined look on his chiseled scruffy face. The way his forearms flexed as he pushed and pulled. The muscles in his big legs moving as he walked. And his ass…well….let’s just say I spent a lot of time silently staring at those meaty globes of his as I sipped my coffee.

It was almost noon, and we had spent the morning going about our previous routines just like when I was practically living with him in the summer. Showering together, making breakfast together, tidying up around the house and doing odd things. Just spending the day like a married couple. Except this afternoon Joe was supposed to be heading to his sister’s place for his family’s Thanksgiving dinner without me. At my suggestion. If we were a married couple, this wouldn’t be a problem. But this was not a time when marriages between two men were yet legal. And as much as we wanted to be together with his family, neither one of us had said anything yet.  

Joe did tell his sister about us. Her reaction was that I was too young. As I stared at this man, this perfectly sculpted handsome hunk of a man, I didn’t disagree. I wasn’t yet 22 and only in my third year of university. Joe already had a house, a career, and was nearing 40 in a couple of years. And yet here we were – madly in love. 

I smiled at him as he noticed me in the window watching him. He paused for a minute, looking around to see if anyone was watching him, then he grabbed his bulge and blew me a kiss. I giggled at him, suddenly appearing so much younger than 38 as he playfully looked at me. I grabbed my own package and waved. I could see him chuckling, his face lighting up in a wide smile as he returned to his pattern of grass cutting. He turned around to see if I was still looking, and seeing that I was, he lifted his flannel shirt up over his ass so I could get a better look. He knew how much I loved watching his ass.  

I wandered away from the window and went to the kitchen to grab some food for us. It was my suggestion that Joe go to dinner tonight without me, but as I stood in his kitchen, getting a few things ready for him to snack on when he came inside, I didn’t want him to go. Was I being selfish to want him all to myself? Or worse, was he even ready to face his family when they all didn’t know about him, let alone me? 

By the time Joe came inside, smelling like grass and the outdoors which only made me want to kiss him more, I had a spread of meats and cheeses and fruit and coffee and water laid out for him. He padded over to me in his grey socks with the red and white tips on the ends and bear hugged me tight, kissing me softly on the lips.  

“See, this is why I have you around. So that I have food waiting for me at all times!” He giggled and popped a piece of salami in his mouth, patting me on the ass as he walked by to wash his hands. He came up behind me when he was done, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me backwards into his giant body, resting his head on my shoulder. I picked up a piece of cheese and fed him over me, which he happily snapped up from my fingers, kissing my neck as he chewed. 

“You know, I was thinking.” He said. 

“Well there’s your problem. Working without tools again.” I said smartly.  

He laughed, and then humped me from behind quickly. “Oh ha ha. I got a big tool for you right here, so you better be careful smart ass.” He teased, making me giggle in his arms. “No I was thinking about tonight.” 

“Yeah?” I waited, popping a grape in my mouth and chewing slowly.  

He took his baseball hat off and messed up his hair, then nuzzled his face in my neck. “I was thinking that for this Thanksgiving dinner tonight, I’d rather stay here, and show you just how thankful I truly am for you…” His mouth was up and down my neck and he was grinding his crotch into my back.  

I couldn’t help smiling and held onto his thick forearms as I snuggled back into him. I liked this idea but didn’t want to influence his decision any more than I already had. “You have had all weekend for that big guy.”  

He squeezed me tight. “I just don’t want it to end. And I don’t want to spend another minute away from you. Even cutting the grass outside I was missing you.” He mumbled shyly. Then he stood up and let me go, walking to the other side of the island in the kitchen to face me, and grabbed a rolled-up piece of prosciutto and stuffed it in his mouth. His big brown eyes were locked on my steely blue-green gaze. “So!” he said with a smile, “I’m not going tonight.” 

I gave him my best, Now Joe look, and tried to hide my excitement. “I told you to go. I’ll be fine.” 

He shook his head. “I thought a lot about it last night as I watched you sleeping.” He giggled, seeing the reaction in my face. “Yes, I do that a lot, watch you.” He blushed and took another bite of prosciutto. “And I’m not going to argue with you. It’s what I want. To be here with you. And if we can’t go together to have dinner with my family, then I’m not going alone.” He said it with a head nod, as if the decision was final. But his eyes looked at me with a deep longing.  

I watched him chew, as he waited for me to react, or say something. When I didn’t, and just stood there looking at him, he raised an eyebrow. “What? No counter argument?” 

I smiled at him then and plucked the piece of meat from his own fingers to plop into my own mouth before I said, “No. It’s your family and your decision.” I smiled at him. “Besides, why would I say no to you staying home with me and fucking me silly?” 

He laughed out loud, not expecting this answer. 

“But!” I continued before he said anything else. “When I come home for Christmas, we go to dinner at your family’s house. Together.”  

He took in a deep breath, that was matched with a beaming smile on his face. His eyes lightened, and I could see there was a sense of relief in them. “Christmas.” He nodded. “Deal.” He held out his hand in a gentlemen’s handshake offer, which I gladly took. His hand always surprised me at how big it was, swallowing up my own in his meaty grip. He held my grip and walked around the island to me, making me face him as he approached. He towered over me, the smell of grass clippings and fresh air mixing with his own masculine scent filled my nostrils. He let go of my hand and moved his hands to my face, holding me gently in his big paws. He bent down to kiss me gently, staring at my eyes as he came up from the peck. “In two months then it will be official. You’ll meet my family.” 

I smiled, and he kissed me again, this time hovering over my mouth and letting our tongues touch. He held back, as if he was hesitant, but when he lifted me up onto the counter and moved in between my open legs, his tongue wasn’t so shy anymore.  

We kissed deeply, his hands moving down my back and grabbing my ass on the counter to pull me in to his rock-hard body standing before me. My hands went to the insides of his open flannel shirt and felt his giant pecs through the material of his grey shirt as we continued to make out. My legs wrapped around him as I felt his cock bulging in his shorts, pressing against me. When my hands found his ass and I squeezed those round cheeks, he moaned in me, giving a little laugh as he held his mouth open near my own.  

“You keep that up and I’m going to fuck you right here.” He groaned at me, as I slid my hands down inside his shorts to feel his smooth bare ass.  

“What’s stopping you my big man?” I teased and licked the bottom of his chin with my tongue. I grabbed a grape from the board beside me and popped it into his mouth as he grinded his crotch into mine. He giggled, taking a bite of it then clamped his mouth on mine, shoving the half-eaten grape into my mouth for me to chew the rest. I moaned as his spit mixed with the grape and I happily swallowed it down, kissing him again and pulling him into me.   

I pulled his flannel shirt down over his shoulders and yanked the arms off to leave him in his grey shirt that clung to his muscles. “I’m all sweaty.” He murmured in my mouth as he felt me reaching for his button to his shorts.  

“You think I care?” I groaned, opening his shorts and digging my hand into his underwear to grab his hard cock. He moaned as my hand connected with it, as did I feeling once again the huge shaft of warm skin in between his legs. His head fell back a bit as he let out a small gasp at my touch, allowing me to nibble at his scruffy neck. Everything about Joe screamed MAN as I looked at him, moaning like a beast at my touch. My other hand lifted his shirt up to feel his bare flesh underneath, and he quickly helped me get his shirt off.  

When it was off, his hands were on my shorts, opening them up and pulling them right off me as I sat on the island in the kitchen, my bare ass on his granite countertop. He kissed me hard as I continued to stroke his cock slowly in his shorts, before he pulled my own shirt up and off me, coming back to press our naked chests together and kiss me deep.  

I opened his shorts and he slid them down his legs, stepping out of them easily. Standing in his socks, his cock now out and level with the counter, he was ready to fuck me.  

I let out a little scream of pleasure as he pushed me back and lifted my ass up, letting his face come to my ass. He bent over me, tongue out licking my hole as I laid backwards on the counter. “Now THIS is what I want to eat on my kitchen counter!” He groaned loudly and started to hungrily lap at my pink hole.  

I pushed the food aside as he tongued me deep, knowing he was ready to fuck me at any point. But man, oh man, did his tongue feel good on my well used hole. I had spent the last two nights getting stuffed by his thick 9 inches of meat. Even though I needed some tenderness, I too was yearning for another hard round.  

He leaned back and hawked into my ass, the sound of him spitting into me signaled the time was coming. He did it again, and licked my ass deep, his tongue sliding into me, making me gasp out loud. Then a finger slid into me and we both knew I was ready. 

He stood up and grabbed his cock, spitting a glob onto it and rubbing it in. I was level with his cock, Joe being so tall that this was an easy position for him. He moved forward, lifting his hips up a bit to aim that big tool at my ass, and pressed it in me. I grabbed his hips and guided him in, pushing back on him to let him know when to stop to let me adjust, and when to keep going as I helped him slide in. I opened my eyes to see him watching mine, that little grin on his face apparent as he watched me take him in.  

“Yeah take it Brian.” He whispered to me so quietly, his big hand running down my chest and stomach, and holding my engorged dick in his hand. He started stroking it slowly as he pushed his cock all the way inside me, till he was hip to hip with me. A small stream of cum leaked out of me as he pushed his way inside, causing him to smile more and scoop it up with his thumb to feed it to himself. 

He lifted my legs up and slid me down to the edge toward him, to give him something to hang on to. I rested my ankles on his shoulder, my feet beside his face as he wrapped his arms around my legs and held me tight. His hips moved backwards a bit to ensure I was ready, and by the look on my face, he knew it was time. 

He started pumping me slowly, telling me how hot I looked splayed out under him on his counter. How he wished he could fuck me like this every night. How much he missed me. How much he loved me. How this was going to be the best Thanksgiving weekend ever.  

I could only stare up at him. The feeling was overwhelming, watching him above me slowly fucking me. His arms flexed, his muscles bulging as he held my legs. I could barely see his pecs under my legs, but the small dusting of hair outlined his chest beautifully under my relatively smooth skin. I was intoxicated by the rhythm of the sound of his balls smacking my ass slowly, and the way his eyes never left my face. He took my cock in his hand again and started to slowly stroke me as he fucked me.  

“I love you Joe.” I found myself saying, reaching up to take his hand away from my leg and hold it in mine. He let go of my cock with the other and searched out my other hand. He held me by the hands, picking up speed in his thrusts as he continued to fuck me on the counter. It was a cold surface, but the heat from Joe’s body was enough.  

He lowered himself a bit, bending his knees and letting his cock fuck up into me a little more. I arched suddenly, as his cock hit that spot in me. It was like he knew. Holding my hands, I couldn’t grab my cock, and he knew me so well by now, he was going to punch my orgasm out with his own meat. He saw my face and smiled. “That the spot right there?” He teased, hitting it again and again, causing me to arch and moan.  

“Fuck yes!” I hollered and adjusted so he could keep hitting it. My God this man knew me. He knew my insides with just the feel of his own dick.  

Knowing that spot so well, he started plowing into me harder, with nice hard jabs in, causing me to moan and grunt like a whore. I egged him on, telling him to keep it up, telling him to fuck it out of me as our hands remained locked together. With our fingers linked, our eyes holding our gaze and the smiles on our faces ensured he continued to pound me just right. When I started to shake, his smile grew.  

“Fuck yeah,” He grunted as he plowed into me. “I LOVE making you cum like this!” He roared and started watching my cock twitch on my abs.  

I squeezed his hands tight as the sensations started rocking through me. I wasn’t sure if it was my convulsions, or his hard banging that were making me wriggle on the counter. And I wasn’t holding anything back in terms of vocalizations. I hoped no one was coming to the door as I let out a series of swear words and groans as the first shot flew out of my cock. 

My cum landed on my own face, Joe’s cock making it erupt out of me so hard and far that it made us both let out a loud “Holy shit” as it continued to spray up and over me. By the time I was done, cum was pooling between my pecs, running down my chin, and sliding down my abs. Joe’s hands never let go of mine, but now he stood up a little straighter and focused on making his own cock explode. 

I could hear his knees banging against the drawers under the island, his balls smacking my ass loud, and his grunts now matching my own moans. “You just wait till tonight.” He yelled. “This is only the pre-show!” He laughed briefly, before the familiar look started to come across his face. His mouth opened a bit, his eyes locked onto mine, and his brow furrowed. He was getting ready. 

I leaned up and stared back at him. “Yeah Joe! Fucking cum in me man!” I growled at him, holding onto his hands tightly as he used me for leverage.  

“It’s cumming in your baby.” He grunted at me loudly. 

He slammed into me hard, thrust after thrust, letting each shot of his load be firmly planted deep inside me. Each ejaculation was accompanied by a loud grunt, and a sudden stop from his hips, as if he wanted to make sure every drop was out and seeded deep, before he pulled his hips back and slammed into me again.  

He let out a loud “Ahhhh!” as he finished and let go of my fingers at last to wipe up the cum running over my upper body. He scooped it up and fed it to me. I hungrily lapped it up, and sucked his fingers clean as our eyes remained on each other. Then he leaned over me and kissed me, tasting my own cum on my lips and swapping spit together, his cock still buried in me. I swear he could’ve fucked me again right away.  

He stood back, and I gasped at the feeling of his still hard cock slipping out of my ass. It was still so big that I thought it would never slip out! He backed away and peered at my cum filled hole, leaning down to look at my upturned ass. Then he dove in, slurping up his own cum from my used ass. When he stood up and kissed me again, I was shocked, but hungrily sucked his tongue down.  

He must have been really turned on to swap cum like this. What a fucking man! 

He lifted me up so I was sitting on the edge again, wrapped in his arms, still kissing him and swallowing all of his cum tinted spit down my throat. I hugged him tight, wrapping my legs around him and breathing in his smell.  

“I am glad you’re staying home.” I mumbled in his ear as we hugged.  

“I’m glad you’re home.” He whispered back. “And I’m just happy we can be home together.”  

Fuck he was sexy. He was still hard against my stomach. This was going to be a long night together at home. And I was looking forward to every inch of it.