Summer Landscaping Bonus

I could still hear Joe’s moans in my ears this morning. I could still feel his hands on me, his lips on mine. I could still feel the fullness of his cock inside me, how it filled me with his thick load once again. I could still feel his weight on me, that big muscled body of his, his skin on my skin. I could still feel everything from last night as I sat beside him this morning in his truck as he drove me back to my university. 

I looked over at him, staring ahead with a slight grin on his face, I’m sure feeling just as happy as I was. Truth be told though, we were both hiding the fact that he was taking me back to school, and we would be separated again for another month or so, unless he found time to come visit.  

He hadn’t shaved this morning, and his stubble was dark across his face. He was such an Italian, all masculine and dark featured. His body didn’t have much hair on him, but his face made up for it. I touched my cheek, feeling the scratchiness from last night’s intense love making.  

His head turned to me, seeing me staring at him beside him in the truck. His big brown eyes smiled along with his mouth. He looked at me, then back at the road, then back at me again. “What?” He said with a chuckle. 

I let out a little laugh. “Nothing, just admiring you.” I pulled my leg up onto the seat, surprised that I was getting a semi just looking at him, especially after all the sex we had had this past Thanksgiving weekend. “And thinking about last night.” 

He growled in delight and reached a big hand over to rub my leg, leaving it there. That made me harder, his hand on my bare leg under my shorts. I folded my arms across my chest and turned slightly to him, letting his hand rest on my leg. “I’m still hard just thinking about it too you sexy little man.” His voice was deep, with a hint of gruffness to it. But I knew him better than that. Last night he was not gruff. He was in pure romance and love making mode.  

I looked at his hand on me, his fingers thick, strong. His hand big and wide. I uncrossed my arms and let my hand fall on his, lacing my fingers over his and holding his hand as he drove. I rubbed my thumb along the veins in his hand, so big compared to mine. My eyes looked at his profile, his straight nose, his chiseled jaw, big Adam’s Apple sticking out along his thick neck. His long dark eyelashes sticking out far from his dark brown eyes. My eyes travelled down his grey sweatshirt, remembering that sculpted body that my hands were all over last night. How hard his pecs felt as I squeezed them when he was deep inside me. How his shoulders felt like two giant boulders in my hands as I clung to him when he came in me. How smooth his back felt as my hands slid down them, grabbing his firm round ass to hold him inside me as we kissed. It was one long, sweaty, emotional session. 

He had stayed home for dinner last night, deciding not to go to his sister’s for the family Thanksgiving dinner without me. It was an act of sheer love for me, and he showed me after our own food. We had made dinner together, and it wasn’t too long afterward that he was carrying me into his bedroom. He had slowly peeled away my clothes from me, one article of clothing at a time. As he removed each piece, he explored the bare flesh with his hands and mouth. He bathed every inch of me with his tongue and touch, sending shivers all over me until I was lying completely naked under him. And then I returned the favour. 

I explored every inch of him once again, feeling each muscle, kissing each freckle, licking every square inch of his flesh. His groans urged me on, his squirming under my touch made me tease him more. I remembered that moment when he grunted out that he needed to make love to me. I groaned in ecstasy and pulled him on top of me. He had slid in so easily, so slowly. I felt like it was the first time again, and his mouth was all over me. 

He made love to me leisurely. Passionately. Tenderly. There was no rush to our fucking. I couldn’t seem to get him inside me deep enough. I couldn’t get enough of his body. I couldn’t stop kissing him. I never wanted it to end.  

“What are you thinking about?” He asked me, snapping me out of my daydreaming and seeing him looking quickly at me between the road ahead and me beside him. He squeezed my hand and smiled. 

“Just thinking about last night.” I smiled, bringing his big hand up to my lips to kiss the back of it. “And what a fucking stallion you are.”  

He blushed as I said it and scrunched his face up. “I had to leave you with one long, deep pounding.” He giggled, turning those big brown eyes to me once again. And then his face softened, and I knew he was as upset as I was to have to separate again.  I rubbed his thumb slowly as I stared at him.  

“Well you certainly did.” I whispered to him. “I think I can still feel you inside me.” 

He raised an eyebrow at me. “Oh yeah? That deep huh?” He let a half smile form on his lips, making him look sexy and cocky at the same time. I saw him shift a bit in the driver’s seat and looked down at his crotch hidden under his jeans.  

I looked at him, and then out the windows. We were on a long stretch of a two-lane highway, and I knew what I needed to do. And this was the perfect time. 

I let go of his hand and undid my seatbelt and started to move closer to him along the seat.  

“What are you doing?” He asked sexily, knowing fully well what I was up to. 

I just smiled at him and moved in beside him. He lifted his arm up and let me move towards his crotch, grabbing the button of his jeans and undoing them and trying hard to unzip them from this position.  

“You naughty little boy.” He said in a growl, putting both hands on the steering wheel and lifting his hips up a bit to help me as I pulled the zipper down. I dug my hands into his Hanes underwear he had on, and felt that magnificent cock of his, already hardening and rising to my challenge. I groaned as I felt it, the heat radiating from it, the thickness already making my mouth water. I pulled as much of his dick free as I could, smiling at the sight of his perfect looking tool. I squirmed over, getting my head under his arms and under the steering wheel, and opened my mouth to take him in.  

He moaned loud. “Oh fuck Brian.” He adjusted his hips again and hooked his thumb into his jeans to pull them down a bit. 

“Don’t crash the truck.” I said, then engulfed his cock again, grabbing the base of it to hang on to it. He was hard now, and it was like a steel rod sticking up and out of his jeans. I kissed the tip lightly, and then started sucking on it, stretched out across the bucket seat of the truck.  

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned as I sucked on his meat for a bit, enjoying the taste, remembering how this was buried in me only twelve hours ago. And yet, how hungry I was for him again. I needed him once more.  

I looked up at him occasionally, slapping his dick against my face, smiling as he looked down at me. I could see his eyes widening, how he was trying to focus on the road, how he was moaning and groaning as I knew just how to get him going.  

He took his right hand off the wheel and leaned over to smack my ass. Then he dug his fingers under my shorts and started to finger my hole. He pulled his fingers back and licked one before shoving it back under my shorts to find my spot. It made me groan and suck harder. 

“You nasty little man.” He groaned at me, and then he was pulling off the main road, and I bumped up and down along with him as he pulled into a gravel lot. “You are going to get it now.” He moaned, putting the truck in park.  

He pulled me off his dick, and I sat up to see that we had pulled into a deserted small parking lot, that was an entrance to a little wooded trail. He grabbed my neck and pulled me into a kiss, while he pushed his jeans down to his ankles.  

“Take your shorts off and get over here.” His cock was sticking straight up, and he started licking his hand to lube it up as he watched me slide my shorts off. He was stroking his cock and getting it nice and wet for me. He pushed the seat back a bit as I crawled over him and straddled him, facing him to kiss him deep as he held his cock up behind me.  

I moaned and sat backwards, feeling the tip of his cock knocking on my back door. “Now who’s nasty?” I moaned into him. His eyes were open, looking at me as I felt his thick cock head press at my hole. I stared at him as I breathed in deep and held my body still as he held his cock in place. “Let’s hope no one pulls in.”  

He kissed me lightly as he started pushing his cock into me. “I don’t care. They can watch me fuck you.”  

I pushed back and felt the head pop in my well used ass. A slight pain rocked through me, replaced quickly by pleasure as I sat back and took it all in. He groaned with me, and our mouths met in a deep kiss as his cock impaled me once again.  

I wrapped my arms around his thick neck, and he grabbed my ass cheeks to bounce me up and down on his shaft. He spread his legs wider to pump upwards into me, my face now buried on his shoulder. “Holy fuck Brian, I could fuck you all day long.” He grunted as I lifted my knees up and placed my feet on either side of his legs. Despite the small quarters, I fit nicely on him in the driver’s seat. He leaned back and enjoyed the sensation. He could fuck me like this the entire drive to school for all I cared. 

I rode him hard, fast. This was for him. I was going to bounce on him until he came. I needed it one more time.  

As if he was reading my thoughts, he started kissing me hard, his hands moving up under my shirt to feel my skin. His hands were all over me as he started thrusting up into me, breathing harder and slamming me down on him. I knew it wouldn’t be long. 

“Cum in me one more time.” I moaned, bouncing on him, staring into his eyes. I grabbed his biceps, feeling how big they were through his sweater as I held on to him, my forehead resting on his. 

He watched me, not taking his eyes off me. “Want more?” He grunted.  

I nodded. “Yeah, fill me up again Joe.” 

He grabbed my ass and squeezed it, massaging it as I lifted and lowered myself onto his thick shaft. He started grunting, and then pulled me in for a deep kiss.  

I heard him start to grunt, yelling out “Fuck yeah” as he felt it rising. “Fuck I’m cumming.” He moaned into my mouth and squeezed my ass tight as he started to flood my ass once again. He pumped and pumped into me, his head falling back against the headrest as I kept moving up and down on his cock, my ass enjoying the sensation as much as he did. He was loud, grunting like a bear as I felt the entire truck rocking. 

When he finished, he slammed me hard down on his cock, and held me still, making sure not a drop spilled out. He clamped his mouth on mine, and kissed me so softly yet firmly, grunting the entire time in satisfaction.  

“You fucking little horn dog.” He moaned, pulling my head back slightly to stare at me. I rested my forehead against his, and smiled, squeezing my insides to make him groan again. “Do you need to cum?” He moaned while licking my neck. 

I leaned back and felt the steering wheel against me. I placed my hands on his firm pecs under his sweater and shook my head. “Nope, this one was for you.” I winked and started to lift myself off his dick. He protested a bit but relented as I raised my ass and I felt his still hard cock flop out of me.  

I rolled over and knelt on the seat, reaching for some napkins in his glove box just in case. He smacked my ass cheeks, checking to see if his load was still in there. “Keep it all in there baby.” He kissed my hip and handed me my shorts from the seat.  

I rolled over again, and pulled my shorts and underwear up, looking at Joe watching me with a sly smile on his face.  

“You’ve got so much of my cum in you.” He grinned at me.  

I smiled back sexily. “And I want more!” I giggled.  

He reached down under the steering wheel and grabbed his jeans and underwear and lifted his ass up to pull them up together. We dressed quickly, looking around the lot and noticing that no one had pulled in thankfully. That is, no one got to watch as Joe had suggested.  

“You know, we still have a couple hours to go, so maybe I’ll pull over again!” He leaned over to me and kissed me again. I could kiss him all day long. 

“We’ll never get there at this rate!” I chuckled.  

Joe smiled at me and took my hand in his again. “No kidding. Next time we only stop for bathroom and food! No more sex! I’m going to break you if this keeps up!”  

I smiled, looking at his handsome face. “Deal.”  

He put the truck in reverse, and we started on our way again, his hand still holding mine. And that was just fine. Driving along, with the man that I loved, holding his hand, was enough for me at this moment. Just touching him was satisfying to me.  

So I sat back, reminiscing once again about him naked on me, making love to me slowly. Completely and utterly passionately and sensually. And I smiled, knowing I was unbelievably happy and in love.