Summer Landscaping Bonus

We spent the entire Saturday in bed together. Naked. Totally romantic. 

Joe had carried me to the shower after our sweaty morning romp and we had a long hot steamy shower together, washing each other and making out the entire time. I could never get enough of kissing him.  

After we dried off, we ended up back in the bed side by side, wrapped in each other’s arms and drifted asleep for an hour. When we stirred this time, we both went to the kitchen naked and grabbed some food and waters and returned to his bedroom. We spent the entire afternoon catching up. I told him all about my first month at school and the intensity of the courses for this third year. I confessed that I was happy I only had one more year left, and it was looking promising that I was going to land a job in my desired field immediately afterwards. I talked about the residence, and the residence counsel I was on, which impressed him, calling me his little leader.  

He talked about the things he had been up to over the past couple of weeks, hanging out with friends, visiting his parents again to fix some stuff up at their place to prepare for the winter. He moved on to his work, and how he was feeling stuck currently. He was looking at a couple of positions within the hydro company and looking to climb the ladder a bit. They were grooming him to lead a couple of divisions and he was ready. He talked a lot about work actually and before we knew it was almost dinner time.  

“We have been in this bed all day long.” I said to Joe as we noticed the time, kicking the covers back.  

He rolled over onto me and squished me into the mattress, his big naked body crushing me. “I haven’t minded a bit!” he giggled, nibbling at my neck and causing me to squeal. He rolled back off me laughing and smacked my ass playfully, kicking the covers all the way down and leaning back against his headboard completely displaying his magnificent body.

I rolled away from him and sat up beside him, crossed legged looking at him smiling at me. “Thank you.” I simply said. 

He frowned at me. “For what?” 

I smiled back at him. “For bringing me home this weekend. For picking me up at the train station. For having a romantic welcome for me with the wine, the hot tub, the candles.” I could still see the candles around the room. I would never have guessed this large man could be such a soft gentle giant deep down. It’s what made me love him more. “For fucking me three times since I’ve been here!” I leaned over him and kissed him softly on the lips. 

He brought his big paw to my ass as I kissed him. “Mmmm. Maybe I should give your little hole a rest tonight.”  

I sat back on his bed and crossed my legs again. He looked at me and sat up, swinging his big legs under him and sitting crossed legged now facing me, close enough that our knees were touching.  

“Or maybe I should just keep fucking you till you’re so sore you can’t walk, and you have to stay here with me forever!” He leaned over and kissed me, letting his big hands fall on my knees. I put mine on his when he leaned back, laughing at his own joke and I noticed the size difference between us once again as we sat face to face. And yet I felt so comfortable sitting naked with him. I was always so self-conscious about my size, which is why I worked out hard the last few years as I finally started to grow. I figured if I wasn’t going to be tall, I would be muscled. But guys like Joe intimidated me because I knew I would never get as big as them. Sitting here next to Joe, all I could do was admire his body, and know that he was admiring mine just as much. He liked smaller guys. I liked big ones. We were the perfect match. 

He stretched out his legs, so they surrounded me and my hands went automatically to them. They were so big, so solid and thick. I caressed them slowly up and down, feeling his calf muscles as my hands moved down his legs to his ankles and the top of his feet. As soon as my hand hit his foot, I knew I needed to play with it. 

I grabbed his right foot and guided it up, making him bend his leg and allow me to put it on the side of my leg just by my soft cock. I started to massage it while he looked at me.  

“Why are you so interested in my feet?” He said shyly, wiggling his toes as my hand massaged the pad of his foot.  

I looked down at it. So big in my hand. If he placed that size 13 on my upper torso it would probably cover that entire section. I giggled a bit and shrugged. “I don’t know.” It was smooth, so hard on the top and so soft on the bottom. He had no calluses, his nails were perfect. His toes curved properly. He had the perfect arch, and the perfect width. They were just so manly. “I just like your feet. I find them sexy.” I smiled and leaned down and kissed the top of his foot. “I have one request though. When I’m back for Christmas, you must be barefoot all the time.”  

He raised an eyebrow. “Even outside? In the snow?” He grinned. 

I gave him a look that said, No stupid. “Inside, you big lug. Whether you are wearing jeans, or lounge pants or whatever. I want to see these feet!” I giggled.  

His smile saddened a bit, and I could tell he was thinking.  

“What?” I asked, looking into his eyes as he was watching me massaging his foot in my lap.  

“Does that mean I’m not going to see you till Christmas? It’s two months away.” His eyes met mine and I could see the look of loss in his eyes.  

I shook my head. “No, we will see each other. Whether you can make it up to me, or I can sneak away for a weekend here, we aren’t going to wait till Christmas. Okay?” I looked up at him and he smiled.  

“I told my sister.” He said suddenly, his eyes locked on mine, with a half grin on his face as if he’d been caught stealing something.  

I stopped massaging and looked at him. “Told her what?”  

He paused, then looked down at his foot and wiggled it. “Hey don’t stop. It feels good.” He teased, his smile widening.  

I rolled my eyes and continued my rubbing, taking a deep breath and looking back up to his eyes waiting for him to continue.  

He let out a small laugh, and then took a deep breath. “I saw Julia last weekend.” He looked at me as I raised my eyebrow at him. “She came over to borrow the large roasting pan for the turkey for this weekend. And we had a drink together.” He stopped again, just looking at me. His eyes were soft, soulful at this moment, the brown in them lightening as I looked deep into him.  

I smiled, still feeling his large foot under my fingers and softly rubbing it. “And?” I felt my heart beating, wondering what it was that he told her.  

“I told her that I had met someone.” He smiled, his upper lip pressing into his bottom lip. Julia was the only person in the world that knew Joe’s secret. That he liked men. I stopped rubbing again and held my breath.  

His eyes were on mine, staring at me. Those big brown eyes looked soulful and honest. I could tell he had wanted to tell me this before but was waiting till the right moment. I could already read him like a book.  

He sat up straight and moved his foot off me and pulled me closer to him in between his legs, folding his hands behind my back holding me in front of him. I could smell his scent as we sat close, and my eyes dropped to his chest, staring at the crevice between his pecs, the small amount of thin hair across them. I took in a deep breath and waited.  

“I told her that I had met a guy in the summer and that I was madly and deeply in love.” He finally said quietly.  

My eyes looked back up to him and a small smile formed on my lips. “What did she say?” I asked him, his face just inches away from mine.  

“She would love to meet you.” He smiled at me and placed a gentle kiss on my nose.  

I looked at him as he pulled back. There was something else. I could sense it. “What else?” 

He took in a deep breath and leaned back a little letting go. His brown eyes found mine again at last, as he was searching for words. “Nothing.” I gave him a look, letting him know I didn’t believe him. He looked at me and pursed his lips together again. Instead of saying anything, he pulled me up onto his lap and squeezed me in a bear hug, hiding his face in my neck. I squeezed him back, feeling so small inside his grasp.  

“She doesn’t approve?” I finally said, as he continued to hold me tight.  

He sighed, and I felt his entire body rise up and down as he exhaled. He lifted his head and gently kissed my lips. “She doesn’t get to approve or not Brian.” Brian? He rarely calls me by name. His voice had an edge to it now that I hadn’t heard previously. But he didn’t let me go, and still held me in his arms. My eyes went to his and I peered at him. They were still soft, looking at me lovingly. He breathed in heavily through his nose and let it out in a warm breath on my chest. “She thinks you’re too young.” 

I figured as much. I wasn’t yet 22 and Joe was turning 39 in the beginning of the year. 17 years were between us. 

“But I don’t care what she thinks.” He added quickly.  

“Is this why you didn’t want to go to Thanksgiving?” I asked quietly. 

He shook his head and sat up closer to me, moving his foot from my lap and taking my hands in his. “No. That’s why I WANTED to go. With you. So everyone could meet you and see…” He tried smiling. “I guess I was just surprised by her reaction.” His eyes watered up and I leaned in to kiss him, just little pecks on his lips, which he returned repeatedly, trying to hide his emotions.  

I hugged him tight, resting my chin on his shoulder as his was on mine. Wrapped up in him, I didn’t want to let go. “Give her time. She’ll love me! Everyone does!” I felt his body shake in laughter, or at least, I hoped it was laughter. “You are going to go to that dinner tomorrow and it will all be fine. Trust me.” I sat back and his eyes were wet. I rubbed the corners of them, noticing his squint lines and thought right away that they were sexy on him. “And when you are done with dinner, you know that I will be right here waiting for you my man.” I leaned into him and lightly touched his lips with mine. He parted them a bit, and I felt his breath on me. And then our tongues slid in together and we were in a deep, passionate kiss. His arms tightened around me, and I felt the familiar stirrings in my groin. 

We didn’t speak again, just kept kissing. The sounds of our lips smacking and soft moans filled the room. Sitting on his lap, still naked, in the middle of his bed, making out fiercely, I knew it wouldn’t be long. So when Joe broke our kiss and spit in his hand and reached behind me, I eagerly took him inside me once again.  

I let out a deep breath as the width of his shaft filled my tunnel while he held me gently in his lap, his massive arms around me. He had his face buried in my neck, softly biting me as we started to rock. I held his head to my body, my fingers grabbing his hair as I began to move with him, complimenting each move he made in a very slow, very sensual manner. I was groaning, out of sheer pleasure and love for this big man in my arms. We were wrapped up so tightly as one, limbs entwined, mouths on each other’s flesh, his cock buried deep inside me that we moved as one in a rhythmic acrobatic sort of way. We rocked this way for a long, long time, slow and steady, neither of us wanting these feelings to end. Without a word the entire time, we only focused on the act, enjoying every slow thrust, every steady rocking movement, every clutch of hair, every bite on our flesh. This was without a doubt, the most erotic love making session we had ever had.

Joe came first. I didn’t even know it was building as we continued to move so slowly, fully into the sounds and sensations. I didn’t notice his breathing had changed until he grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard, letting out loud pants as he shoved his cock upwards hard in one quick thrust. And as his grunt escaped his mouth into mine, I knew he was breeding my ass once more. I held the sides of his face and stared into his eyes as the rest of his cum was inserted inside me, watching his eyes in the throes of passion. Watching his lips curl up in a genuine smile. Watching the wave of emotions wash over him as he held me tight. And when he was finished, I began. 

I continued to gyrate on his dick and grabbed my cock between us, using the feeling of him still inside as my fuel. I grabbed his neck with my left hand and pressed my forehead onto his, so our eyes were locked. Seeing his brown eyes so close and reading into them so deep, I stroked myself to another explosive ending. My own voice letting out a series of sighs and groans as he held me, staring at me and watching me cum. We felt it land on us, smiling as the warm liquid blasted in between us and ran down our chest and abs. As I stopped rubbing it out, and my body came to a rest, he pulled me in again for a deep kiss that lasted a long, long time.  

He pulled slowly back from my lips and looked deep into my eyes, only inches from them. “I know I love you beyond words.” He said quietly, linking his hands behind my back once more. “You are it for me. I know it.” His voice caught, cracked a bit and his eyes were a watery pond once again. I could feel my own tears as we stared at each other.  

“I feel exactly the same Joe.” I rubbed his cheek with my hand, feeling how rough his stubble was yet knowing how soft he was at the same time. “I can’t imagine my life without you. I’m ready for whatever is ahead with you.” 

He smiled and kissed me again. Then leaned back, pulling me along with him. I was completely on his body, laying like a little cub on top of the big bear. I felt safe. Secure. Loved. Protected. All of it.  

It felt too good to be true. But it was true. Real.  

I smiled as I lay on him, listening to his heartbeat. We didn’t move for an hour. Whether he fell asleep or not, or even if I did, neither of us noticed. We just lay still, holding on to one another, enjoying the quiet of the house, the freedom from people, the busyness of life. For that one day, we were us. Just plain old naked us.  

I would remember this day always.